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inkerii · 8 months
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So I had a different post up about the miraculous movie and how it wasn't perfect but - as someone who liked the series back when it was just Ladybug and Chat Noir against the world, and sorta naturally dropped it when the show started to introduce more heroes just bc it wasn't my thing - it felt nice and it gave me closure.
I was just gonna rewrite it in a way I liked better, but Jesus, whatever minor desire to pick the show back up again was very quickly snuffed out by how negative the a browse through the fandom tags felt. It's like people who like the movie are rubbing it in with a sort of arrogance, and the people who don't are almost gatekeepy with how "it's not the show" and how inferior it is bc of that. And I feel like wanting to talk about that instead.
Like. There are actual criticisms and praise going around but it gets lost in a sea of salt. It's kinda scary.
Personally, I liked it. It had some very cheesy lines, a couple scene transitions could have been better, What Have They Done To My Son, Plagg, and Adrienette's dynamic would have benefitted from a couple extra scenes (just a few tweaks showing him a little embarrassed or staring a little longer than usual in the Baddie Of The Day Montage(tm) would fix it, since I think they do a decent job of setting Marinette as special to Adrien given she's the only person we see him open up to about his mom, when we know he and Nino are friends and Nino already stated to always be there for him), to make the turning the ball invitation down + reveal hit harder, but overall it was fun. It was different.
What I truly cannot understand how this isn't Miraculous or how it doesn't really have a story. Sure, it's not The Series but in movie format, including the characterizations (they ARE different characters), but?? I feel like the core of who they are, or who they were back when the show began, still remains. Marinette still struggles with self confidence (which is in line with her season 1 self), and I particularly love how you can see how she HAS that spice bubbling underneath the surface, she just needed a push to embrace it and grow more confident (very Origins of her). Adrien is still closed off and quiet, and I love the implication that it was each other that gave them the push they needed to open up and be stronger and more social. I love how it was still Adrien's kindness that made Marinette fall for him, and Ladybug's bravery and selflessness that caught Chat Noir's eye.
Marinette is still clumsy and a little over excited, which we see in the first music, it just has a sense of WONDER to it instead of a frazzled energy like in the show, lol, poor baby. Adrien is still flirty and punny, he's still closed off, except show Adrien is trying to put up a brave face about it and trying to move on, and movie Adrien has lived with grief for longer and developed different coping mechanisms in regards to it. They're both very interesting in their own right, and I think the timing of Emilie's loss really explains the changes in him- movie Adrien is just past the meek attempts to be happy that show Adrien is still trying to do. He lost his mom and lived with an absent father for much longer than his show counterpart and it SHOWS. It's a different flavor of Adrien, but I think it's a neat choice, to have LB be the reason why he chose to open up. Show Adrien was interesting bc he chose to stand up to his dad in order to go to school, but he still felt alienated from his peers. The movie just makes that separation clearer but lets Adrien grow and hang out with his friends* and create actual bonds with them thanks to having first created a bond with Ladybug. It's a cool take on it.
I also really like what they did with Hawkmoth, though I don't think I can compare it to the show bc back when I watched it Gabriel was more or less just the absent father, mustache twirling villain that he was. This is where that * is inserted, I think the biggest change is that show Gabriel was more controlling of his son's life, and more demanding. Movie Gabriel straight up "lets" Adrien go missing for a whole night and only tries to talk to him the day after. He doesn't seem to mind Adrien spending time with his friends. He doesn't micromanage his son, though we still see hints of that control in how he talks about his designs, so its there, just a little hidden, that pride and arrogance. Again, it's a different flavor of Gabriel, but it works within the characterization of the movie and what they wanted for his character. Reminds me a bit of the Gabriel that wasn't willing to hurt Adrien (which apparently is an early series thing only, rip lmao) but was willing to go all out on Ladybug and Chat Noir.
So... yea. Maybe I'm just out of touch with the fandom and the show. Maybe it's because the characters have grown in ways I simply don't know bc I lost interest, and the modern MLB fandom understandably attaches those changes to the characters and wants to see it represented, which is valid. But tbh? I still love early MLB - not bc the "writing was better" or bc of Astruc v Zag shenanigans (are those still going? oh the war flashbacks) - just bc I vibed with the concept more. I love the show versions of these characters. And I think the movie is a different spin on them, but I think it does them justice. It has flaws, but the show also did, and I loved it anyway.
Speaking of just what I watched back then... I still think nothing in the movie tops the Umbrella Scene(tm), but I love that Ladynoir got a cute equivalent in the sparring one. I love the banter in both. I love the Adrienette moments in the show and I love how the movie expands on the inconditional trust between Chat and Ladybug, on how they're partners and always there for each other. I love Tikki in both. Show Plagg is my baby. I love what they did with Hawkmoth in both (movie and s1/some of s2). Master Fu as a cooky old man is hilarious. The cringe somehow got cringier in the movie. I think it's funny that movie Adrien gets to have his own "oh my god the second hand embarrassment, I want to cry" to balance out show Marinette lol. I love Chat still simping for LB and I love the cute little romance scenes, shipping fodder moments were always one of the strengths of the show, and we have it here in spades, so good for me.
It's just... as I said, it's different, but to me it's a love letter to the MLB that captivated me for years. It does its own thing, but I think I'm just gonna make a few tweaks in my head, mash Origins with the first half of the movie, then watch season 1 and a few select season 2 episodes, then go back to the movie to finish it up. I actually think that they complement each other quite well, even with the characterization changes, because, for example, the early seasons compensate for the movie's lack of Adrienette, while the show expands on the ladynoir side. If you use both, then the movie manages to effectively reverse the love square, allow Mari to grow past her awkward self, deal with the bits of insecurity in her that we still see sprinkled across the series, allow Adrien to stand up to and face his father, and give me a satisfying conclusion to the Hawkmoth plot and a cute little reveal.
I could go on over more talked about topics like the music (its fine. Christina inserts a certain breathlesness to Marinette that you feel Lou is trying to capture but she just can't. I got used to it tho, and Lou's voice is lovely) or the animation (gorgeous), like I did in the original version of this post, but to me what mattered most was the... For lack of a better word, the vibe of the movie. To me, it felt like a little time capsule bc it really embodies everything the fandom liked about the show during season 1 and its hiatus. I can't give it an objective score bc I think my 8.5/10 feels very biased, but I loved the nostalgia trip. I loved getting that closure. I'm still gonna go off and enjoy parts of both the show and the movie, because something something stronger together might just apply to them as well :)
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iheartred · 2 years
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I LOVE YOUR TBP STORIES/HEADCANONS THEY R TOP TIER PLS MAKE MORE 🙇🏽‍♀️
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a/n : AAA IM SO GLAD ♡♡♡ here's some more headcanons for u specifically 🫶
cw : fluff / crack
Finney is so bad at roasting or insulting in general, if he did it would be like really bad comebacks
Bully : Hey! You're a freak and a loser!
Finney : well your- your- you suck!
Bye the time he gets it out they're already down the hall and in their classroom
Robin knows how to cook, and like I don't mean just when his uncle is out like his uncle will ask HIM to cook
He loves cooking so much he'll literally bash anyone if they ever try to tell him that that's very "girly" of him
Gwen and Robin will have roasting battles and Finney would join in but he's so bad that they both cringe at what he says
Like they try their hardest to help him learn how to insult right but he's such a lost cause that whatever they say goes through one ear and out the other
(I included this one in the drawing but) I feel like Bruce gets scars/injured in general after playing baseball
His coach is so concerned that he doesn't feel when he gets it during practice, or when someone points it out he'll be like "Huh??"
Team member : Bruce you have another scrape on your four arm dude
Bruce : no I don't??
TM : Yea you do???
Bruce : no I don't??
Then they'd go back and forth till he'd see the red on his arm starting to form
I feel like Bruce and Billy have like cat and dog dynamic
Not in a /neg way but more of a
Bruce : Heyyy Billy!!!
Billy : oh hey :)
Bruce : so what was your last class?? Mines was math and I literally had to take down so much notes!! Such a hassle dude
Billy : yea I understand, I had English thought so if you're having that up next prepare for a quiz
I feel like Billy and Gwen would listen to Queen ☆☆
Gwen would definitely ask Billy for his Vinyl whenever he and the entire group would hang out
I feel like Griffin and Gwen are in the same class, but they act like they hate eachother
They would have glaring contests and spit absolute venom at eachother at any chance they got
But outside of class they'd literally be all buddy buddy and walk to the Grab-n-Go mart to grab some Popsicles or something to help with the heat that day
Robin LOVES animals and will literally take in any stray he finds to take care of it before his uncle would find them a week later
Ofcourse he'd get smarter and keep them in another secret place he and Finney have and they would take care of this dog cat or even pigeon
Finney can't cook for the life of him
He once burned water he was boiling. After that whenever his dad was out Gwen would take over
WHAT'D MAKE IT EVEN MORE FUNNIER IS THAT GWEN CANT COOK EITHER.
They'd call Robin all embarrassed telling him they burnt there food and he's just on the other line like
Robin : I uh what I'm just- HOW
Hed be stuttering for the first time in his life from how unbelievable that is
Griffin would definitely be that kid who got warnings from his teachers
And not for being bad or saying something snarky to the teacher but because he'd get caught doung something dumb
Like he'd try to do a handstand and be in the way of someone else and the teacher would scold him
Or he'd be twirling because his jacket was flapping with him and his teacher would tell him to stop (personal experience smh)
Vance is great at doing first aid
His mom taught him that since she knew that if she tried to tell him to stop he wouldn't so to make it safer for him she taught him how to take care of himself
Vance also probably listens to queen with his mom and has jam sessions with her
He'd deny it if anyone ever caught him doing it and He'd do it so well that the person would just walk away because he just wouldn't budge
The entire group would have study sessions and switch houses every Saturday night
And they'd have a rotation, so if one person's house wasn't gonna be free that Saturday night they would go on to the next person's house and if they all collectively had something to do then they'd do it in the afternoon on Sunday
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eatember · 1 year
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Vent post
I am being very sensitive to lack of empathy (esp w holidays and flashbacks) and my bestie is having a hell of a time with The Neurodivergance TM and like... Idk what it's called but it's the trait where you get soo swept away in something (I've only seen people do it with positive things) that it's like there's this happy inertia. And it's like...she doesn't really think about my feelings? Like the usual empathy she has for me in situations is 1000% unclocked. Will not register. Too much happy inertia, the ice cream maker is broken come again.
This year was the first year I had the guts to tell my mother that if she made Christmas about whatever exchangeable man was in her life this time, I would not go. I even planned a gathering for my extended family that had nowhere else to be instead. So after my mom chose a stable-feeling man over me for the one millionth time, she called her parents and got them convinced that my Christmas plans (that she wasn't coming to) were a bad idea so now nobody is coming. The biggest reason I felt the strength to do this was because my friend (same one) had been telling me all year that if the worst happens, I can just hang out with her. And what do you know, a reasonably stable man comes along and she's so happy about it, here I am alone on Christmas eve. I don't think she even thought about me. I texted her and mentioned dinner and she's like actually I have plans with stability man. ! :)
We talked about the fact that she was doing this a few days ago because it's not the first instance but she doesn't know what to do and I'm so frayed right now, even conceiving that this was unempathetic of her is such a big leap for me. It's really hard for me to not feel guilty, unreasonable and embarrassed for expecting compassion when it's unexpectedly taken away.
And there's been so many little things. Drinking with this dude when it was just the three of us and I couldn't drink. Which is genuinely fine, I usually don't drink. But like. It was weird. Like there was no attempt at inclusion or jokes to lighten the mood. Or attempt to bring me in about something else? And they were really into it. Like I wouldn't treat someone like that if it were me. They keep wanting to do activities around me I can't participate in and they don't really try to include me, it's not just drinking.
And part if me is like...do I need to communicate my emotional state in words or is this a sign that maybe this isn't a friendship that's healthy or where I'm really wanted anymore?
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wgcore · 2 years
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I tried
Here’s my mingcallister prompt I wrote about a week ago:
“Imagine Tobey expects himself to have a normal lonely day again and then before class starts Scoops just pops out of nowhere asking him a ton of questions that can’t be answered right away, cause apparently Tobey got dragged away by his mom before Scoops got the chance to interview him. So like Tobey likes the attention Scoops is giving him, but he’s still really overwhelmed so he keeps hesitating with his answers cause the questions come by so quickly and the kids on the bus (these two kids canonical don’t take the bus to school) come into the classroom and Tobey’s just embarrassed someone might have seen him *talking* and *enjoying* Scoops (even though from an outside POV he just looks overwhelmed) so he just tells Scoops if they can do this later, and being the kind heart he is, Scoops agrees.
And then Scoops pops up besides Tobey the moment the recess bell starts, and Tobey has to shoo Scoops away to “not let anyone see”. Scoops doesn’t get it but shuts up until they’re at wherever the flip Tobey sits, and Scoops asks questions and Tobey answers them. It kind of goes like the classroom thing but Tobey’s a lot more aware of how he answers cause he realizes whatever he says goes into the public. So it’s this weird mix of being more shy than the classroom thing but at the same time Tobey answers them slightly more confidently now that he had some time to mentally prepare. Although key word: slightly. They end up almost late to class cause Scoops kept going “wait just oonnee more question” and unlike WG/Becky, Tobey decides “hey my mom isn’t gonna know about me missing class anyways let’s enable his hyperfixation a little more”. In fact, Scoops has to be the one to say “oh no we’re going to be late to class”
This happens every time Tobey commits a crime, since his mom *always* pulls him away before Scoops can do the interview, so Scoops seeks him out during school. Sometimes they’re able to get it in by recess, but sometimes they run out of time and have to continue until lunch. Scoops feels bad for not hanging out with his friends whenever he sits with Tobey for recess so during their lunch time Scoops usually invites Tobey to sit with the gang (tm). He gets a bit more shy with his questions when Violet’s around, hesitating to answer certain questions, and he gets *extremely* shy whenever Becky’s around, putting on a more evil persona so things turn into Becky/Tobey banter. He goes full tsundere mode when the both of them are around, refusing to answer certain questions by making a huge fuss about it. Scoops points out it’s weird to the gang whenever he’s not interviewing Tobey, and they give their speculations on why he’s so much more hesitant around them.
At first, Tobey answers with one word answers, unsure how else he should answer without it being literal cringe and also as a way to get it over with while getting the attention he wants. Eventually he starts giving more context to his answers, especially when he starts to give into his own hyperfixation on robuts and Scoops just lets him infodump on him (and more!! He asks questions about his hyperfixation:D). Sometime after that he starts to give suggestions and such, trying to take control of his persona and how Scoops presents him, reading over his notebook and such to see if he misunderstood something cause the both of them don’t want to get anything wrong, and Scoops is actually really appreciative about how seriously Tobey’s taking Scoop’s hyperfixation, especially since everyone else he interviews doesn’t make suggestions or checks the info until *after* everything’s done and published. And Tobey also starts to brag a lot more in his answers, but not like he usually brags when he actually believes he’s the best at everything, but exaggerated to the point it sounds like he’s trying to impress something. Tobey thinks he’s trying to impress the press but let’s be honest here he didn’t start bragging until he got more comfortable with Scoops you can connect the dots from here
And one day Tobey’s sitting in his room and he thinks to himself that he might actually consider Scoops his first non-evil friend. And then
**G A Y P A N I C**
(This was supposed to be a one-shot prompt what in the world happened :0)
Of course, I think this can only happen if Tobey apologizes to Scoops for dueling him with his robuts (a fic where Tobey apologizes to people other than WG or identity-revealed Becky?? In what universe??), but let’s be honest here, this kid wouldn’t know what a genuine apology is if it slapped him on the face. So in order for this prompt to work he needs some kind of redemption arc, which is already a slowburn already and omfg I just wanna write cute stuff
Also Scoops’ deadline is always at 6 o’clock sharp. He can’t wait until the next day to publish something unless he’s doing investigative journalism, which is Rose’s thing. (Tobey x Rose? Ahhh but it doesn’t have enough energy as mingcallister does ;w; The fact that Scoops gives way more attention than necessary to whoever’s he’s talking to while he’s journaling is part of the apeallll)
So technically this prompt can’t happen cause plotholes ;-;
Do I still want this idea to come to life?
Oh my gawd yES!!”
Also I’m sorry if any formatting issues came up. I’m going to proceed to yeet my phone across a window now
THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ OMG YESSS I LOVE THIS SM
SCOOPS INTERVIEWING TOBEY AFTER A CRIME IS MY FAV THING EVER
bless you anon you’ve made my day.
SOMEONE PLS WRITE A FIC OF THIS LOL
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rebelwrites · 3 years
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Bad Boy 
Jax Teller x Reader 
Your mom stood leaning against the door frame watching you grin at your phone screen as your fingers darted across the screen so fast she thought you was gonna dislocate your thumbs.
She knew who you was texting, she knew this would happen, as soon as you came back home and it scared the shit out of her, at the end of the day you was her daughter and the similarities was scary.
You couldn’t help but grin as Jax’s face popped up on the screen.
“Isn’t texting good enough” you giggled.
“Nope, I wanted to hear your voice darlin’” he chuckled. “So you coming to the party tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it” you smirked twirling a piece of hair around your finger. Hearing your mom cough in the hall made you panic. “I gotta go mom is coming”
“Babe we aren’t 15 anymore” Jax laughed “you embarrassed by me?”
“Never, I will explain later okay” you sighed ending the call, sliding your phone in your pocket as your mom came into the room.
“I know who you was on the phone to” mom said no emotion in her voice.
“It was just a friend mom, don’t worry” you nodded.
“Look I’ve told you about him, he is just gonna break your heart, he’s on the wrong side of the tracks and is just a bad boy” she said leaning against the side “I don’t want you around that life”
“You are one to talk mom, look at pops he was a bad boy and you didn’t listen to grandma” you snapped “pops was part of that life and if you didn’t want me around it why the fuck did you ask me to move back home”
“Y/N please, I want better for you” she sighed “and being an old lady isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. The club was the reason your dad isn’t with us any more”
“I’m not listening to this mom, you don’t even know Jax so don’t even judge him” you said grabbing your helmet and keys.
“Where you going?” She asked.
“Out” you said sharply before slamming the door behind you.
It was no secret your dad was a part of the sons, you grew up around the club until your mom made you move to the UK to live with your auntie when you was 15, just after dad passed.
She hated the fact that you and Jax got on like house on fire and wanted to put a stop to the blossoming relationship. She didn’t want you following in her footsteps apparently.
Pulling into the TM lot, you parked your bike, pulling your helmet off shaking your hair out.
You had only been back in charming a couple of months so nothing had happened between you and Jax, just a lot of flirting, reconnecting and some sex.
Swinging your leg off your bike, you placed a cigarette between your lips with a small smile on your face as your god father made a b line for you.
“Aye you just missed the blondie lass” Chibs laughed pulling you into a bear hug.
“Maybe I didn’t come round for him” you laughed as Chibs moved his grip resting his arm on your shoulder. “Maybe I came to see me uncle chibby”
“How’s your Ma?” He asked.
“Still pissed” you laughed “that’s why I’m here uncle Filip, needed to cool off, she’s like a broken record yet she’s the one that begged me to come home”
“The whole I want better for you than this life speech?”
“You know the one” you laughed sitting on the top of the bench. “She keeps saying she doesn’t want me hanging around with the bad boy”
“Let me guess that bad boy is Jax” he laughed passing me a beer. “You know Jax actually reminds me of your old man when he was Jax’s age, don’t let her get to you lass, we know deep down you aren’t gonna go on the straight and narrow, you have the heart of an outlaw”
Hearing the familiar sound of a rumble a smile appeared on your lips.
“Well that smile just says it all” Chibs smirked knocking your shoulder.
“Piss off” you laughed playfully punching his stomach.
“Just tell him lass” Chibs said softly wrapping his arm round your neck pulling your head into his chest, kissing your forehead “or I will”
Before you could respond Jax had parked his bike and was stood in front of you.
“Oh I see how it is darlin’ no love for me” he smirked flashing the grin that made you want to pounce him.
Wiggling of Chibs’ grip you jumped off the bench onto Jax, luckily he wrapped his arms around your waist as your legs went round his waist, stopping you from falling.
“Much better” he chuckled.
“I’m gonna leave you two love birds alone” Chibs smirked
“You may be my uncle but I’m not afraid to kick your ass Telford” you giggled as Jax placed you back on the floor.
“I didn’t think you was coming till tonight?” Jax asked lighting a smoke.
“Yeah well mom was kicking off again and needed to calm down, you know this place feels like home” you mumbled lighting another smoke yourself. “Home has always been where the reaper is whether she likes it or not”
“Come on I wanna show you something” Jax smiled placing his hand on the small of your back.
Jax led you into his room at the club, after a few minutes of rummaging through a draw he passed you what looked to be a photo album. Flipping the pages it was filled with photos of you and the club, well mainly you and Jax.
“This is the real you, I don’t care what anyone says, you aren’t not princess girly girl, you have an outlaw heart” Jax said sitting next to you.
“Not the first time I’ve been told that today” you laughed resting your head on Jax’s shoulder as you ran your finger over one picture. It was the day before you turned 14, your dad was riding his bike round the lot and you decided to hop on the back and stand on the seat holding your arms out, both you and your dad was rocking massive grins, the next photo shows you in a heap on the floor from falling off. Laughing softly at the memory. “I miss him Jax”
“I know baby, we all miss him” Jax whispered “it stung when you left, in away you are exactly like him so it felt we had completely lost Xav. Look I know you know me and the boys are nothing short of dangerous but I want you by my side Y/N I always have. I even think you dad knew we’d end up together”
“You’ve done some things you can’t take back, I see straight through that” you said taking a deep breath preparing your self for the words that was to follow pointing at another picture of you and Jax messing around, his arms tight around you waist with goofy grins on your faces “And that boy is the one I love”
“Say That again?” Jax said in shock.
“Jax I can’t hide it any longer. I love you, fuck I’m in love with you” you whispered looking down.
Feeling him place a finger under your chin lifting it up so you was now looking him dead in the eye.
“Thank fuck for that” he smiled “I’ve been dying to say the same thing but didn’t have the balls. Y/N I have been in love with you since we was 14”
“So what happens now Jax” you whispered placing a hand on the side of his face.
“We deal with obstacle number one, your mom. I know she doesn’t like you being with me or around the club so gotta try and convince her” he whispered “but first this”
Within seconds his lips met yours kissing you slowly, tangling his hand in your hair, pushing you down on the bed without breaking the kiss. Yes you had kissed before but this time was different.
“Come on let’s go see momma bear” he mumbled against your lips.
Walking out to Jax’s bike you got a few odd looks, mainly from your uncle. He could tell by the grins on your faces and the slightly swollen lips that things had been admitted. Climbing into the back of Jax’s bike you wrapped your arms tight around his waist as he took off heading to your moms.
“Look Mrs Y/L/N, I know you don’t like me but please give me a chance with Y/N” he said linking his hand with yours “I have loved this girl since I was 14, I’d lay my life down for hers, and I know you don’t like where the club has headed but I’m making plans to take the club legit now I’m president. I don’t think I can do it without Y/N I can honestly say she’s the light in a currently very dark world of mine”
“So long as them old habits don’t come back, boy, you can see my daughter” mom nodded “You know the club is how she lost her dad, I don’t want her losing another person to it”
“You have my word” Jax smirked kissing the top of your head
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Survey #423
“i won’t think about you when i’m older  /  ‘cuz we never really had our closure”
Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? Neither. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? My late grandmother's husband stayed overnight when he was driving from New York to Florida or the other way around, idr. How many long term relationships have you been in? Two. Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My snake's heat lamp stays on. Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? My dad. Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I don't think I've even heard one of her songs. Do you know your blood type? A-. Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. Have you got your period at the moment? I haven't had my period since I started TMS. It's honestly so fucking frustrating that it obviously had an effect on my body, but not my depression. I've officially finished TMS as of a few days ago and now I just feel so void of hope. Have you ever been pregnant? No. How old were you when you first went on a plane? Idr, I was a little kid. Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Not me personally, but my parents have for my education that I threw away. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. I don't see my dad a lot, but he's still in my life regardless. When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never been. Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Happiness. Have you ever been drunk at school or work? I have not. How many bedrooms are in your house? Three. Are you smart about computers? Not really, no. Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? Yes. My sister loved them, so we have a few. Do you own a Xbox 360? No. I'm a PlayStation girl. Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? No. I'd be mortified. So, do you need a nap? I really should take one. I slept like... maybe three hours last night. I was up most of the night having a fucking life crisis. What would you rather be doing? Something fun. What sport are you the best at? I haven't touched any sort of sport since I was a teenager. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Do you complain a lot? Kind of, but I generally try to keep it in surveys nowadays. I'm just tired of shit. Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Ohhh, tough pick, but I've gotta say the ancient temple. Do you like fruity or minty gum? Both, really. Are you looking forward to any day of this month? Well July is practically over, so I'll answer for August. I'm looking forward to my nephew's birthday. Have you ever gotten detention? A few times for getting too many morning tardies in high school. Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Definitely. Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Powerwolf did recently. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why meerkats do not make good pets whatsoever. Do fucking not get one. I can barely fathom how it's legal in some countries. Ever cried so much you threw up? No, but I've gagged. Who is your best guy friend? Girt. What do you two do when you hang out? Mostly just watch TV and play board games. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? I dunno, really. Do you even like horror movies? I love horror movies. Do you live in the country? I wish I still did. :/ Me and Mom hate hate hate living in these suburbs. What is your favorite accent? British. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Pepsi is gross. What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? I was literally in the psych hospital for my 21st birthday lmao. It's kind of a painful memory, but I also won't forget the love and kindness people showed me. I especially remember the friend I made there getting the lunch lady to literally go and buy me a slice of cake. Everyone also sang happy birthday to me and gaaaah I'm getting emotional. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That was my dad's drink of choice when he drank. Do you take a lot of pictures? Unless I have my camera and am somewhere pretty, no. What kind of face wash do you use? Water, lol. Does drama always seem to follow you? Nah. Does anybody in your family race? No. Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom. How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” Uhhh... I want to say $2 or something? I might be way off, idr. How long do you want to live with your parents? I WISH I could have moved out with an s/o already, but that's just not how life's worked out. Do you have a laptop or desktop? I have a laptop. Do you like your parents? I love them. Do you secretly like someone? It's not a secret, no. Would you ever date your best male friend? Tried that once and it didn't work out. I liked him more as like a brother. What are you currently listening to? "Better Than Me" by Hinder. I really need to turn it off, but I can't make myself. Do you want to be single? I really wish I had a partner to love and motivate me to strive to do better, but I know it's better I'm single right now. I'd just relive the Jason situation, I'm sure. I'd just drag the person down and lose them. Did you go out or stay in last night? I'm almost always at my fucking house not doing shit, so. Have you pretended to like someone? No, that sounds pretty stupid... How is your heart lately? Hurting. A lot. Are you wearing socks? I hate wearing socks and I'm in bed anyway, so no. What do people call you? Britt, mostly. Do you get stressed out easily? VERY. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. What is wrong with you right now? Where the hell to begin. Do you own something from Hot Topic? A lot. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? With someone, so long as the bed is big enough to comfortably fit two of us. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. I'm certain he wants nothing to do with me. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Sadly. Did you get any compliments today? Definitely not. I look and feel like a wreck right about now. There's nothing to praise me about. Have you ever gone to a beach? Many times. What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Unless it was an edible, no. I'd do almost anything to try and make me feel better right now, even if just for a little while, but I'm unwilling to smoke anything. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? HELL no. Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Honestly, no. Do you have long nails? No; I never do because I have an awful habit of picking at them. Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. Do you generally look nice in photos? HA. Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No. What colour are your father’s eyes? They're dark brown. If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? Ozzy, duh. Name three facts about your family? We're very, very spread out geographically, some of us (in other words, me) are emotionally distant, and uh... idk. Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? Only if it was a certain person, our lives were more on track, and we were making plans for either of us to move soon. What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? Probably this really long letter my mom wrote for me on my bday a couple years ago. What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I played the flute for many years, all through middle school and through much of high school. Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins, for sure. Do you think you’re important? I don't fucking know. Probably not. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Idk. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? *hands over thick book* Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. My hands are way, way too shaky to ever accomplish that. Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. What was the first thing you ate today? Well, I was seriously depression-eating last night, way past midnight, and had a peanut butter sandwich. If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? LET'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT RIGHT NOW. If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? "Falling apart." I've lost direction, motivation, strength, hope, just everything. What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? I need a fucking shower so bad that it's embarrassing. I just can't move. I have no energy, emotionally or physically. I just can't make myself do it. Is there anything that you wish you could take back? So, so badly. What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Actually reaching goals. Losing weight. Healing my legs. Knowing with certainty that I wasn't emotionally abusive to Jason. Moving out of this town and back into the country. Financial stability. A job I thoroughly enjoy. I could go on, but let's not. If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? God, let me take back shit I said in that fucking letter to you-know-who. It's so hard to believe I once thought it perfectly justified and realistic. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't have any plans of changing the style in the foreseeable future. I want to color it BADLY. To just SOMETHING. Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I'm like, a lightning-fast typist. Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ No; my best friend in HS was, though. Her GPA was fucking insane. I was in the top percentile, though, so I was up there. What the hell happened to that girl. How many drugs are in your system? If we're including prescriptions, a whole hell of a lot. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Jack shit. Like usual. Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. Do you call anyone baby? Excluding my pets, no. What’s your current mood? lol if you've gotten this far reading, you can make an educated guess. Do you think you are a good person? Bro I just don't know. What were you doing before filling out this survey? I was playing WoW. How late did you stay up last night? Like, 4:30 or so. When was the last time you cried really hard? I wanna say like a week ago? Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. It still badly needs a trim, though.
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Fruits Basket HCs
If you haven’t been able to tell from my blog, I REALLY love Fruits Basket. I have this immense love for these characters and I want to share the different headcanons that I have for each of these fantastic characters. I’m going to cover a lot of ground so I apologize if this becomes really long. To make this easier for myself this first part is just going to be my six favorite characters (Momiji, Tohru, Kyo, Kakeru, Hatori and Hatsuharu).
Momiji: 
* The mental health side of things for Momiji is that in my non-professional medical opinion (to quote the original show) he has really high levels of ADHD. He learned to combat this by taking gymnastics lessons as a young boy while everyone else was doing karate he was learning to be bouncing ball. 
*This one is a pretty much canon one but I love this idea; Momiji is genderfluid. I love the idea of Momiji hanging around Ritsu and learning about fashion from them. I also just really love the idea of Momiji in a cute little skirt with shorts underneath (don’t judge me I just really love the idea of it.) 
*Number one touchy friend!! He’s constantly a ball of energy and will hug and cling to all of his friends if they indulge him. He loves affection both giving it and receiving it.  
*He is surprisingly a really good baker!! I love the idea of him making friendship cupcakes for Tohru after everything happened just to thank her for all her help (She wouldn’t accept them but offer to share them with him instead.) 
*He learned violin from Ayame. I like to think that out of all the Sohma’s he is the most musically inclined. If you want to learn how to play an instrument go to Aya he’ll help you out fam. 
*How he learned German and started using that as his main language was in elementary school right after what happened with his mom happened (I’m trying to keep this as non-spoilery as possible so that my friends can read this too). He wanted something that reminded him of her but wasn’t painful. So he decided to learn another language and Hatori helped him. 
*He is probably one of the most likely to spoil his future children. He’ll give them the childhood that he was never technically given. If those children wanted something they were going to get it whether or not it was their birthday they want it. Plus he has the money to get them whatever they want!! 
Tohru: 
*So space cadet Tohru is canon and I am of the personal belief that a little bit of ADD which is why she always needs Yuki’s help with school. Most of these HCs are going to be a little bit mental health related mostly because that’s how I see them. 
*If Tohru had the ability to go to college it would be to become a professional chef. She loves cooking for other people and making people happy. Professional chefs to me are the types of people that love to make others happy which is why she cooks for others. 
*She is definitely the hug friend. What is the hug friend you may ask? It is a person that can give the best hugs. She is constantly getting hugs from Uo-chan and Hana-chan and to me she just seems the type that would give the best hugs in the entire world. 
*She has always been interested in being in a relationship someday. When she was little she loved Disney movies and would fantasize about one day finding her own personal Prince Charming. 
*At first in dating Kyo, Tohru gets flustered by EVERYTHING. This poor girl is always blushing around the love of her life. 
*Her favorite subject in school will always be cooking but she is surprisingly good at history!! She loves learning about the past mostly because she is one of the few people that found it interesting. 
*As a mom she is the most doting parent, the type that kids get embarrassed by at sleepovers. 
Kyo: 
*My first HC for our favorite cat boi is that he has autism. Hear me out, when I was in middle school I struggled immensely when it came to relating to people and understanding how they felt. I had undiagnosed aspergers at the time and found that he was one of the few characters that wanted to be better at dealing with his emotions and people. Having that relatability now that I’m older has been a huge help. 
*The most surprising HC that I have about Kyo is that he loves to write. Usually it’s just little things that irritate him throughout the day. It’s how he learned to officially get his anger calmed down so that he wouldn’t yell anymore once Hajime and his kids were born. 
*As a kid Kyo never had ice cream. It’s the same thing with the pancakes where he had never had sweets that wasn’t fruit. Tohru is appalled by this and one of their first dates was to get him to try ice cream (his favorite is mint chocolate chip) 
*Growing up he was alone a lot but I think that he would find companionship in books and literature. I feel like he’d be really good at school like in the original where we see him pouring over books to study. (The best way to get him to do well is of course a little competition.) 
*Kyo is a hella overprotective dad once his kids are born. This is obvious but if he has any daughters those future boyfriends, run just run. 
*Once the curse is broken he is constantly trying to make up for the years where he wasn’t able to get physical affection. After he gets over his own flustered tsundere habits with Tohru they became easily the closest couple. He finds that he loves having his hair pet (if he purrs he’ll deny it until the end of time)  
*I think that out of all my favorites Kyo would be the best listener. You got a problem, no matter how stupid it is, Kyo will do his damndest to help you out. That’s just who he is especially when it comes to those he loves. 
Kakeru: 
*Kakeru’s mental health theory is that he has ADHD just like Momiji combined with dyslexia so he sometimes has a hard time reading things and needs help understanding what exactly he’s looking at for homework. 
*Him and Kimi always start prank wars that could go on FOREVER. If nobody stops them they can just go at each other for days. Eventually either Yuki or Machi will get too exhausted of their antics and force them to stop. These prank wars usually happen about once a month on the second week. They all fear this time of the month and whenever it happens it usually lasts for about three days. 
*Definite anime lover this boi!! He grew up watching the classics and it’s just something that stuck with him. 
*Before he became chaotic Kakeru TM he always hid this part of his personality but now that he’s older he is very open about his love for anime. 
*He wasn’t close to Machi until after she was kicked out of the family house. Before then he was almost indifferent towards her existence but when that happened he realized that he wanted to make her feel better whether she wanted it or not. 
*He is the best cuddler fight me on this. I feel like once you got him calmed down he would always be down for cuddling his S\O. 
*This one is pretty common amongst the fandom judging by how many people ship him with Yuki but I think that he’s not bisexual he’s pansexual he just loves people!! 
Hatori: 
*I don’t have a mental health HC for Hatori really other than PTSD (which let’s face it almost all of this cast of characters has.) 
*Before he met Kana he knew next to nothing about popular culture. His music taste was stuck in the 50′s and to her that was an absolute travesty!! Who hadn’t heard of Queen, Elton John or David Bowie?! She made it her goal to get him into modern things so that he could understand her. At the time he didn’t really understand a lot of the things that she liked. However, once she left him he learned to appreciate modern music and film. 
*Something that I really love about Hatori is the thought that he would be a fan of musical theater. It’s something that not a whole lot of people know mainly Shigure and Ayame and Aya always gets him tickets when a show he likes comes to town. 
*He can’t cook to save his life!! Literally the type of person that would somehow burn water and he doesn’t have the time to cook everyday but usually Momiji will bring him food that he makes. 
*Definitely a romantic at heart no matter how much the idea of love has hurt him in the past. He loves making Mayu happy at random intervals. From buying her random bouquets of flowers to planning things on a larger scale he just loves making her happy. 
*As a parent he’s the type to definitely be overprotective especially when they aren’t feeling well. His kid fainted at school? He’s already there trying to find out what went wrong and keep them at home with him for a few days until they get Dr. Tori’s clean bill of health. 
*As much as he bitches and moans about Ayame and Shigure’s annoying tendencies he couldn’t ask for two better best friends. \
Hatsuharu: 
*Mental health HC is that he’s bipolar thanks to the other dark personality even though most of the time he’s white it’s something that after everything happens Hatori insists he gets an official diagnosis of. 
*He loves grunge rock. The first time he discovered Nirvana Kurt Cobain became his instant hero. Not a way to live his life but someone that he was inspired by. His second favorite band is All Time Low (I’ve never heard any of their stuff this one is for my best friend who is an absolute Haru-stan) 
*He got his tattoo as his own way of rebelling against his family order. I think that his parents (we only really ever hear of his mom) being strict on him. That’s where the multiple piercings came from as well. Whenever he would hit a low point before middle school he would get a new one. 
*He is actually a really good cook and entirely capable of taking care of himself since his parents are often too busy for him. 
*He got into gaming by accidentally seeing Shigure playing a dating sim (Fight me on this one I dare you say that Shigure the pervy bastard doesn’t play these things) 
*He is definitely the romantic type as we see him bringing Rin flowers to cheer her up. He might be a little bit stiff at first and awkward but once he gets used to the person you bet your ass he’ll just cling to you as we see with Yuki much to his everlasting annoyance. 
*He’s an amazing artist!! He loves to draw just about anything that he can get his hands on. It’s something that he does now when he hits a low point instead of wrecking things he learned the proper way of coping with his problems. 
Whew!! Sorry about the length on this guy but I really wanted to do this while waiting for the dub to catch up. I will make more if people want more of them!! 
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dorkshadows · 4 years
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Do you have any hcs for Iron Fan Princess?
I do, actually! Note: none of these are about any adaptation in particular. Just general book hcs’ (personally I love her character and dynamics with everyone in the TVB series but I consider that separate from my ideas here lol):
She wasn’t born a demon or animal. She was a human who entered the demon path and eventually became one. 
The iron fan TM is cursed in every one’s hands but hers
She and Red Boy are super close
She HATED Wukong and co. at first, like truly hated-wanted-to-eat-monkey-brains-and-boil-shifu-alive level hate until she realized there was a lot of personal projection going on and maybe her son shouldn’t have tried to burn them alive. By the late Ming Dynasty, she forgave them and has been regularly attending the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s yearly summer parties ever since
It took Bull Demon King forever to win her hand. They spent some centuries as Those Two people in the room, who are always at each other’s throats partly because they Really want each other
Which leads me to my next hc, which is that ever since the whole Fire Mountain/Red Boy Debacle from canon, Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan have been in marriage counseling. Like literally since the 7th century. They are still in counseling. Muzha is in charge. Red Boy/Shancai’s just like, “mom, dad, stop embarrassing me in front of the Bodhisattva.”
The Jade-Faced Fox Princess is dead TM, but if Iron Fan ever had a chance to talk to her again, they’d bond over talking smack about Bull Demon and his cheating ass. Iron Fan admits she’d actually be OK with polyamory if the bull bitch had just been honest from the start. Now she’s just like “the bull fool of clown mountain doesn’t deserve us let’s go hang out with Chang’er, anyway my clown of a fool husband still has a nice ass, he’s lucky I’m into bovine, let’s buy some palaces with his money”
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all of them >:3c
ooooh boiiiii time for some gay-ish answers :luigidab:
how tall are you? -5′2
what is your body type? -uhhh idk 
what is your favorite part about your body? -my hands,,, perfect for handholding,,,, 
is your current hair color your natural hair color? -yeah
are you more outgoing or more shy? -shy i guess
are you more femme or butch? -neither
are you tol or smol? -smol
wine mom or vodka aunt? -hard cider cousin
weird habit? -i can’t think of one right now :I
favorite meme? -there are so many memes, i can’t choose lol
do you sing in the shower? -nah
ever used a bow and arrow? -once
are/were you a theatre kid? -kinda? i’ve taken theater classes, but i wasn’t a Theater Kid^TM
have you ever seen a broadway musical? -ye
do you think musicals are cheesy? -they can be
have you ever been a part of a protest or a march? -yeah
favorite Cards Against Humanity Card? -Bees?
last movie you watched? -Grave of the Fireflies 
behind the camera or in front of it? -behind
favorite tv show? -i don’t watch enough shows to say a fav
meaning behind your url -i don’t talk much but boy do i think
reason you joined tumblr -i thought “why not?” and here I am, still here 6 years later
who’s your closest tumblr friend? -probs @one-for-all-plus-ultra 
what’s something most people love that you hate? -something i’m sure, can’t think of it rn
have you ever taken narcotics? -nope
have you had sex? -no
have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? -nothing really bad, just dumb on my part
worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told? -idk
describe your passion without mentioning it. -idk uhhh
describe your best friend. -successful, taller than me, gives great hugs, knows what she’s doing with her life
give us one thing about you that no one knows. -idk if i ever stole something or not cuz I was either really young, or it just happened in a dream, but I’ll never know
how do you feel right now? -im tired
what is your biggest fear? all my friends leaving me
what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? -i cannot think of a song rn
what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far? -idk if that’s happened yet haha
have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end? -yea
something you fantasize about. -being in a healthy relationship :sadclown:
last time you cried and why -last week when I watched Grave of the Fireflies
what was the last thing that made you laugh? -some video on tumblr idk what it was
do you really, truly miss someone right now? -*yeah britney spears gif*
who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? -myself
the last time you felt broken? -probably earlier this year
are you starting to realize anything? -there’s so much going on and idk what i’m gonna do with my life
are you more dominant or more submissive? -idk
i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank) -fuck dude idk my own dating standards
do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older? -older
describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail. -n/a
do you have any kinks? -let’s not talk about it
first thing you notice in a person? -their humor
how can someone win your heart? -if you can cook good food,,, gotdam
been rejected by a crush? -ye
have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? -oH YEAH ;-;
would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? -no, that’d be real awkward
is trust a big issue for you? -yeah 
did you hang out with the person you like recently? -no
is confidence cute? -i guess 
what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? -good for them (if i liked someone)
would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? -no, gotta have similar a sense of humor
does the person you have feelings for right now know you do? -no, i don’t have a crush
ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? -probably
do you want to get married -maybe, maybe not
worst thing you’ve ever done? -i don’t wanna say
three things that turn you on. -idk lol
who do you hate? -no one 
favorite term of endearment? -baby or love or my love 
who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening? -there are so many,,,, one was vanessa hudgens for celebs, Elizabeth Swan in pirate of the Caribbean 
intimidating girls or kind girls? -kind with some intimidation
what do you look for in a possible partner? -good humor, good communication skills, can be silly and serious
do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls? -androgynous
are you good at flirting? -haha nope
who was the first person you came out to? -daria
do you have any friends who are wlw? -yeah
is your crush wlw? -i dont have a crush
last person to make you reconsider your sexuality? -idk
write a short love poem to your crush/self? -i haven’t
do you fall in love easily? -sometimes
is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? -yeah
are you good at hiding your feelings? -kind of?
are you a forgiving person? -yeah
what is your “type?” -i dont even know anymore
fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours? -rub her back until she falls asleep in my arms
tall girls or short girls? -yeAH
hugs or kisses? -hugs
twirl her around or get twirled? -twirl her around
tummy kisses or thigh kisses? -thigh,,
hairline kisses or neck kisses? -neck
play with her hair or stroke her tummy? -play with her hair
making out or soft kisses? -soft,,, kis,,,
hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist? -i just like hugs okay
how confident are you in your sexuality? -sometimes
when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach? -yeah,,,
have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them? -yeah,, but i didn’t tell them 
how old were you when you realized you were into girls? -uhh fully, like 15
most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl? -something i’m sure lol
do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon? -yumikuri back in my snk days.... was canon, but not good enough :sadclown:
what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality? -no one’s told me anything bad to my face about my sexuality
when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter? -like early 2018
what is love to you? -i think it’s when you can be open with others and be there for them, and just be yourself around them. 
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#personal#I mean how could I not take a screenshot#well since it’s all random generated there’s plenty of ooc things but also I made Ki’s personality type cautious so while Miku was drinking#out of a random ass orange juice pool he was like plz don’t and is always wondering why everyone on the team is so stupid lol#which is perfect#chefs kiss#he’s the little brother let him have good role models like Bulma and Miku lol oh and my oc I guess who I named myself after I used to just#throw my real name out there when I was 12 my god a moron I was but then at some point I snatched her name like that’s mine now#I’m totally gonna make self indulgent gifs of Ki I have vids saved so I can like idc if they get notes im gonna do it#trust me if I cared about that stuff I’d be crying at one of my fics having 12 views lol#instead I find it funny#like whatever yeah I spend a lot of time but as long as I enjoy it and am not getting hate it’s prefferd#besides some people actually read my stuff on Wattpad so#I guess there’s fanfic but#I just forgot about it a lot I’ve only reposted Lunar there the newly fixed version#just going on a hang out with Mom tm embarrassing#but Bulma would be a thousand times better of a Mom than Ki’s actual#*actual Mom#he deserves a loving fam 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🥺🥺🥺#like a good mom and dad that’d be great#I know this Bulma mii is based on the younger one but I said fuck it this is older scientist Bulma#I was sitting around waiting for that class like#I know Alluka and Nanika just know I’m not referring to them when I’m always trying to defend Ki
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mazojo · 5 years
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I was wondering if you had any ideas/headcanons for the kids of the LIs of Love and Legends?
Heyy anon! Yess I love me some head canons of my mainsss which I adore, ill try my best
Saerys
- Okay so they have twins I LOVE TWINS STORYLINES asdghejw, one boy and one girl
- They get Saerys eyes I may have a slight weakness to characters with heterochromatic eyes ;w;
- I think being born from a Demon and human one of them will be full on demon and the other will be more humanoid. Maybe this will cause conflicts due to jealousy? bUT somehow through a twin connection where one is dying or something (the angst tho) the one with the demon powers gets to share some and they conquer the world together??? IDK LET ME DREAM Lol
- MC would totally let them skip school to train and although Saerys would be resilient at first, he would let them because he loves his family and would teach them everything they needed to know to stay safe and protected.
- The girl would probably be kind of mysterious and edgy and the boy more goofy. They would be super competitive between them but protective when it comes to dangers surrounding the other.
- Twins would probably act more like parents than actual MC and Saerys which are just confused half of the time, but they would do anything for their family
- Lots of trips to Chicago, Saerys would be frustrated at how easily they grasp the concept of a smartphone when he still gets scared when the ringtone starts chiming.
August
- They probably would have a biG family, like 6 kids big lololl
- Oldest to youngest their ages would be 21 (boy), 17 (boy), 15 (girl), 10 (girl), 9 (boy) and 5 (girl)
- They would bicker, like a lot. Specially the 17 year old boy and the 15 year old girl who would totally fight for who is the best in combat and both act like alpha’s to the family lol. 
- The boy who is 21 years old would be the protective one, always ensuring his siblings are okay and would totally be the mom friend tm
- 10 and 9 years old would be troublemakers and best friends, boy would be a bit shy but 10 year old girl would be a mischief kween
- 5 year old girl would grow to be the strongest in combat and lead the general army due to constantly wanting to keep up with her brothers and sisters, she would be sassy and have the best comebacks when growing up lol
- August and MC would have playfully fights on who is the best parent and their kids would just sigh and roll their eyes when they start listing all the ways they are better than the other (ending in them being all couple-y lollolol, kind of like in “Anything you can do”)
Altea
- Twin girls againnn asfkhre I am weak okay??
- They would totally swap clothes and pretend to be each other all the time
- They both get magical powers and would try to prove to each other who is the most powerful, only to be interrupted by Altea who would separate them with her magical boss self of course doing this only to prove she is the most powerful one lolol.
- MC and Altea would be such supportive parents tbh, attending all events and cheering their babiesss
- They would be d r a m a t i c and probs extroverted
- Twins would love to visit Chicago and totally find every single excuse for Altea and MC to take them. They love the fact they can lead a double secret life, teens worrying about makeup all day and epic wizards beings in secret tune in to next episode of Hannah Montana loll
Iseul
- Another big oneee, 3 boys and one girl (who would be the eldest) but the boys act like they have to protect her. Girl would be 16 years old while the boys 11, 9 and 8
- Iseul, MC and the kids would have prank competitions all the time ending in full on wars lol
- The kids would love Iseuls family and would be constantly hanging out with queen Isahara, specially the girl, which would make Iseul groan at all the family embarrassing bonding time.
- Probably super sporty family, all belonging to sport clubs in school and rivalry on to who was the best (even though the youngest one was the best by a mile because he got those archery skills from papa)
- Loaaaads of camping trips, if Girl Scouts existed in magical land, they would totally be scouts.
- The 11 year old boy would be player-ish and be on relationships since birth which MC doesn’t really approve off but Isuel be giving his boy high fives.
- 9 year old would totally take on his dads humor and laugh at the most inappropriate situations and walk into dangerous situations all the time because he can be kinda clueless leaving it up to their siblings to rescue him (never a better time to bond than in danger amaright?? lol)
Reiner
- 2 boys that are 1 year apart from each other age wise.
- Oh god Reiner would totally be that dad who makes dad jokes 24/7 and the boys and MC would just groan every-time.
- I imagine the youngest one being super gentleman-ish and the elder a troublemaker
- When it comes down to who would take Reiners position the older brother would totally give his place to his brother and go live in Chicago to lead a seemingly normal life.
- MC would be super jealous of who they date because who dares touch her bois, break their heart and ill break you, while Reiner would just calm her down with terrible puns that end up cracking a smile on her.
- They would be opposites but they got each others backs, they complement each other
Helena
- Helena and MC would have one girl and one boy that are 5 years apart from one another, the girl being the eldest.
- They would fight allll the time and would so have magical powers, kind of like a the incredibles Violet and Dash relationship.
- The girl would totally go through her emo face while the boy would embarrass her in public which would end up in bickering 
- Helena would be protective m o m while MC would be lost half of the time, she would totally read a parenting book.
- Oh god but it would totally be Dash and Violet dynamic
- Also like the boy would be really curious and nosey, snooping through her stuff and teasing her for her crushes, earning a magic blast and starting small fights Helena stops with a swish of her hand.
- Although they fight all the time, they genuinely care about the other and secretly help each other out when the other is in trouble (like if the boy is being bullied and the girl notices, she would threaten the bullies making the best imitation Helena, or if the girl fell asleep in the living room, the boy would take her to her room and made sure she rested).
Alain
- They have one girl and she is Alain’s and MC’s literal world
- She would be nerdy and shy, probably smart and hates conflict
- She would be super pretty and get tons of guys after her but would be kinda clueless when it comes to love, would probably end up falling with the least expected person. Also as a side note Alain would probably threaten every boy that enters the house while MC chuckles at his jealousy over 13 year old boys
- MC and Alain would totally read bedtime stories up until she has to talk with them about how 10 years old do not need their parents reading to them anymore lol
- Alain would totally leave embarrassing little notes in her lunchbox she pretends to be annoyed about but secretly would keep because his dad is the best
- Would love going to Chicago and would laugh with MC at how clueless her dad looked and jumped at every sign of danger (which basically meant every car that passed by)
AhhHhhH I actually got so excited writing these and hopefully they give us some kids seasons soonnn
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queernuck · 5 years
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i have no fucking life
like, i wake up, i go to TMS, i sit in that chair getting magnetic pulses run through my brain for ~20 min, and then i go home. right now, im gonna go shower so i can go to work, work eight hours, get home after 11 (and also likely after almost all if not all of the hockey game, mind you!) and then go to sleep. part of why i have no real romantic prospects is because like, irl? i just dont have friends. i have coworkers, and theyre not bad, but theyre specifically relating to me as that, as COWORKERS. meanwhile, i cannot even begin to say how grateful i was to see my friend over memorial day weekend, and i would also consider my current plug a good friend but like...the former i saw for less than two hours and the latter for about five minutes in passing. i helped a good friend at work recently but also like, thats it, i havent seen her in forever. 
like, my parents vocally and openly distrust me, and do so in a way that is demeaning, is embarrassing, is specifically meant to make me feel lesser, to make me feel as if I am not worth good, not worth attention, not worth the investment they put into me. again, while i havent had the cost of TMS held over me directly recently, it is absolutely something they want to invoke, something they see as part of what i “owe” them, and of course, as a result of that
i still have no say over where my paycheck goes
like, next week is going to be kinda tough just because my mom is going to be home or like, “around” the entire time thanks to being on vacation. that means that she AND my sister will be around at ALL TIMES, with the exception of going out to walk the dog, so on.
yes, i indeed will admit that I got a vacation of sorts when we were cutting hours, and I had a long stretch of days off. but here’s the thing, about that? since i wasnt working, i had nothing i could really do. no way to get money, nowhere i was able to go past the Dunkin Donuts down the street, and most of all, even then the pitiful paycheck I eventually did recieve that week was taken anyway.
im going to affirm it again in a moment but as my parents tell me, they suspect that if i were to be given money, i would spend it on drugs. and well, realtively speaking, they arent even terribly wrong. however, given the chance, the taking of some of what i have for food, bills, whatever is understandable, and that constituting rent should frankly almost certainly still leave me with something. which then, indeed, i would spend on drugs. like, i want to make it clear: i am admitting that they are indeed right, that i enjoy using drugs and that if i were able to freely spend the money i earn at work, i would spend money on drugs. but that isnt the issue here. the issue is that i am incredibly lonely, incredibly depressed, and most of all, incredibly alienated and it is very nice, very fun, and sometimes very easy to fix those things temporarily with drugs. just being able to get out of the house, drop acid and smoke weed in the park, do lines of coke in the bathroom at a sports bar, find cute guys and smoke tina with them, just hang out at home snorting H and popping bars, there really isnt much of anything wrong with that! like, i want a pack of newports, a bunch of bars, and a bundle! or like, a gram or two of coke or tina. and some tabs, maybe shrooms later in the summer too even!!
it may not be legal but like, ethically? all considered? i really dont feel as if that should be understood as being as big of a deal as they make it. my parents look at it through the lens of not just the death of my cousin (which is something that impacts me too, something that I also feel on a regular basis!!) as a tragedy but the way that they prioritize themselves, their own self-interest, over hypothetical situations. How they have no sense of what it is like to be in my position. how they look down at me and moreover do so openly. It fucking sucks, it hurts, it makes me feel awful about myself and i am almost entirely convinced that it is on purpose, it is specifically in order to make me feel lesser.
and thanks to that, thanks to the utterly depressing and disempowering, demeaning, dehumanizing circumstances i face every day, i am in a place where the two people i spend the most time with are both reactionary, both intent on mapping their reactionary ideals onto me, my body, my life.
and so, i can only react by not having one at all. 
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~Little late but here’s the fourth part! Again I have to Thank @ilikechocolatemilkh and @dolphingoddess81 for being amazing and helping me! and I have to thank @mackenzie301 for requesting this story to begin with!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3~
Part 4
Reader’s POV
After pushing the infuriating Happy Lowman out of the way, I looked in the mirror in the hallway to check my hair and makeup before opening my door to find my date. He was actually very handsome to my surprise. I mean not that I think that Gemma had poor taste but he was really handsome with bright blue eyes, soft brown hair, and a very nice body. He was dressed nicely too in some nice jeans and a dark grey button down shirt.
“Y/N?” He asked softly.
“Yeah.” I nodded and smiled softly.
“You look absolutely stunning.” He breathed out while looking at me and it caused me to blush. “I’m Ben by the way. I’m sure Gemma never told you that.”
“No, she didn’t.” I chuckled and stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind me.
“Well, she didn’t tell me much about you if that makes you feel better.” Ben told me.
“Yeah, a little bit. Makes me feel like we’re in the same boat.” I told him and he smiled softly at me.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked and held his hand out for me. I took his hand and he lead me to his car. I had to keep myself from walking funny as he did. I was also worried about Happy’s cum that I could feel coming down my legs, I situated them slightly to rub it away as much as I could anyways. I got into the passenger’s side and he shut the door and went to the driver’s side. He got in and drove us out of Charming to Oakland. He pulled up to a fancy italian restaurant and parked his car. We made our way inside and soon after a waiter was seating us at a table.
“This place is amazing.” I smiled as I looked around the place.
“I’m glad you like it. I asked Gemma what your favorite type of food was.” He admitted to me. “Once I knew it was italian then I started searching for the best italian place in Oakland.” A blush rose on my cheeks, Gemma definitely had good taste.
“Thank you, that’s really sweet.” I told him.
“No problem.” He smiled at me and then the waiter came to take our drink orders.
“Gemma, only told me that we were going on a date tonight.” I said when the waiter left. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”
“Well, I am a single, 28 year old, Accountant.” He told me and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“No offense but how the hell do you know Gem?” I asked him and he chuckled at the question.
“My mom used to work with Luanna.” He said and my mind automatically made the connection. “They are still pretty good friends.”
“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.” I said as I bit my lower lip in embarrassment.
“No, you are okay. I would've wondered the same thing.” He said with a soft smile on his face.
“Okay, Mr. Accountant, what else should I know about you?” I asked and the waiter came to get our food orders before Ben could respond.
“Hmmm, my favorite food is steak, favorite color is green, and my favorite movie is Dead Poet Society.” He said. “I don’t care much for needles or blood and I’m not huge fan of messy.” My mind flashed to Happy and how different these two were. Happy obviously didn’t have an issue with blood or needles and he’d never watch that movie. Even in looks the two couldn’t be more different, Ben was softer with a nice smile and warmer eyes. Happy on the other hand, was cold, hard, and rough. “I was also supposed to be a math major but I changed it to accounting halfway through my junior year.” I snapped out of my thoughts at his voice and smiled.
“That’s great.” I said with a smile. Our food came not long after.
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” He asked and I froze unsure what to tell him.
“Well…. Um…. Obviously I love italian food. I got a business major when I went to college and now I’m helping Gemma out at TM while she helps out with her grandsons. My favorite color is blue and my favorite movie is Underworld, well the series. I can’t choose just one of them.” I told him and he smiled and listened as I talked. I blushed and brushed my hair out of my face, I wasn’t used to this kind of attention. The rest of dinner was filled with light conversations and a fun atmosphere. Afterwards, as I got up from the table, he stopped me by lightly placing his hand over mine.
“Would you like to come with me for some ice cream?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” I smiled and we both got up. He took my hand lightly and we walked out of the restaurant but instead of going to the car, he lead me down the street. We walked a couple blocks over to a little ice cream shop, it was cute and definitely family owned. I bought the ice cream for us since he got dinner and we had a good time, just goofing around while we ate it.
Happy’s POV
I had given up on the tv and started pacing around your house. I also helped myself to some of your food and a beer as I did. I was finishing off the last of my beer as I came across a picture down your hallway. It was a younger you and a beautiful pit bull. You were sitting on a porch with your arms around the dog, while you smiled brightly at the camera. I took it off the wall and smiled as I looked at it, you looked so happy and it made me smile slightly. I put it back and started to pace the house again as I waited for you to get home.
Reader’s POV
We walked back to the car and then he drove me back home. He got out first and opened my door for me in a very gentlemanly fashion. He took my hand and walked me back to my door.
“Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun.” I smiled at him.
“The pleasure was all mine.” He chuckled and I giggled. I bit my lip debating on inviting him in for a beer or not. I decided not tonight but I would invite him on another date.
“Would you like to go on another date?” I asked him, quietly.
“Of course, I will text you later and we can set it up?” He asked and I nodded.
“That sounds great.” I smiled and opened my door, which caused me to quickly close it again as I saw Happy’s feet hanging off the end of my couch. “Um… Thank you for tonight!” I said quickly and kiss his cheek softly before opening the door slightly and going in. I closed it shut quickly and locked it before stomping into the living room. I picked up a pillow from my other couch and started hitting Happy with it. “You… Stupid…. Son of a bitch!”
“Ouch! What did I do?” Happy asked while looking at me like I was crazy.  I hit him with the pillow a couple more times before pulling back to glare at him.
“You’re fucking stunted if you don’t know what you did!” I hit him again then groaned and threw the pillow on the other couch. “Get out of my house!” I walked away from him and went into my bedroom. I heard him chuckle and run after me. I closed the door in his face and he opened it up to follow me into my room.
“How was your little date with the bitch?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.
“Happy, I’m pissed at you.” I said as I smacked his hands away.
“Oh come on, you can’t seriously be upset with me. I felt how soaked you were.” He smirked. I glared at him and sat down in front of my mirror. I started taking the pins out of my hair and then my necklace.
“Just because I was horny doesn’t mean that you didn’t upset me.” I told him. I smirked as an idea came to me and looked in the mirror at Happy. I arched my back and reached behind me to slowly undo my dress. His eyes were glued to my back as I brought the zipper all the way down. I slowly pushed one side of my dress down, pulling my arm out but keeping my bra covered breast covered. “Happy…”
“Huh…?” He said not taking his eyes off of my exposed back. I slipped the other side off and let the front fall onto my lap. His eyes moved to the mirror where he could see my breasts. I reached behind and undid my bra then I slowly pulled it off. I cupped my breasts and saw him shift behind me. I smirked and let out a moan as I pinched my nipples.
“You know….” I started as I jiggled them slightly. I heard him groan and smirked.
“What, baby girl?” His voice was huskier and he still didn’t look at anything but my breasts.
“If you….” I paused. “Apologized then maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” I let my breasts go and started removing my makeup.
“I ain’t apologizing.” He growled and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Then I guess you ain’t fucking me.” I stated and continued to remove my makeup until it was all gone. I shifted and took my shoes off then shimmed the rest of my dress off while still sitting down. “Maybe I’ll just wait until my next date with Ben.” I was expecting a response but I didn’t get one. All I got was him standing up and walking over to me. He was so calm looking but I knew better and my body shivered in anticipation.
One of his hands rests on my shoulder while the other runs lightly up my back. The hand resting against my shoulder rubs soft circles into my skin and I couldn’t help but take a shaky breath in. His hand on my back finally made it’s way to my other shoulder and ran all the way to my collar bone. Lightly stroking it before moving back to my shoulder then my back. My eyes fluttered close and I sighed softly but then the hand on my back grabbed a fistful of hair while the other one wrapped around my throat. He squeezed softly as my eyes snapped back open and leaned down to growl lowly in my ear.
“Say something like that again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a month.” He growled. “I’m not apologizing for what I did, baby girl, but I am sorry it upset you.” I looked at him in shock, I hadn’t expected any type of apology from him ever. “Can I fuck you now? Or do you wanna role play a Dr. Phil episode first?”
“Well… you are bald.” I teased and his hand tightened around my throat as he let out a warning growl.
“Easy, baby girl.” He growled into my ear. His hand moved from my throat to my arm and he yanked me out of my seat and turned me around to face him. He pulled me close to his body, keeping his grip on my hair, but his other hand came up to cup my cheek. His thumb lightly ran over my bottom lip and I shivered as my hand went up to grab his hand. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned and my other hand grabbed his hip to pull him closer.
He pulled back and looked down at me like he was debating over something. He guided me to my bed, once my knees hit it he stopped moving. I still had one hand over his and the other over his hip and he still looked like he was debating something. It was probably the best way to fuck me.
“You know you’ve been very bad tonight, baby girl.” Happy told me and I almost rolled my eyes at his statement. I kept myself from doing that but couldn’t stop my smirk.
“Yeah and you’ve been a great example of sugary goodness.” I said in a sassy voice. His grip tightened again and he glared down at me before smirking himself.
“Alright, I’ll give you that.” He chuckled. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you though.” He turned me around fast and pushed me down on the bed. He made it so I was on the bed on all fours. He pulled back and I could hear his clothes drop to the floor. Happy pulled me up so I was on my knees then he pulled my arms behind my back. I felt something cold and hard wrap around my wrists and realized it was his belt as he tightened it.
His hand wrapped around the belt between my hands and he pulled back more causing my back to arch. I felt his cock press against my pussy before he slammed into me hard. I moaned loudly and I heard him growl after a second he started moving in and out of me fast and hard. He pulled my arms back so far that it hurt but I barely noticed as pleasure overcame me. My breasts bounced with every thrust and the room filled with our moans and the smack of his hips hitting my ass.
Suddenly he pulled me back even further and his other hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezed softly and I moaned as he did, his hand tightened more. Not completely cutting my airway off but definitely making it hard to breathe. I was starting to get close now especially once he started growling in my ear.
“Fuck…. I love pounding this pussy…” He nipped my earlobe before somehow managing to thrust in harder and faster. I felt like I was going to break and his grip on my throat tightened just slightly but it was enough to have me cum hard all over his cock. He thrusted into me hard a couple more times before cumming himself. He released my throat and gently kissed the side of it. His hands moved to the belt and undid it but instead of tossing it to the floor, he used it to spank my ass hard. I let out a loud yell as he did. I turned to glare at him and he let out a chuckle. “Couldn’t resist myself.”
“Fuck you.” I grumbled before laying down on my side. He laid down behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“You just did.” He kissed and bit my neck and I couldn’t stop the soft moans. “And after a little rest, we’ll be doing it again.” I turned around to face him with an amused look on my face.
“Will we?” I chuckled then leaned up to bite his lower lip and brought my hand up to where I had accidentally left scars on his chest. It wasn’t usual that I left marks on him but about month ago he had fucked me so well that my nails dug into him. They had been deep marks and eventually scarred which he didn’t seem to mind. He had said that it was one of the more pleasurable ways to get a scar.
“Someone’s feeling playful.” His eyes darkened and something flashed in them for a second.
“And what if I am?” I challenged and dragged my nails lightly over the scars. His mouth crashed onto mine in a hot and hungry kiss. He rolled me onto my back and his lips moved from my mouth to my neck. They made sure to leave some big marks there before moving on to my breasts. His cock started twitching to life and I knew he was going to be ready for the next round soon.
Chib’s POV
I knew what I was doing was stupid but I needed some help and someone to talk to about everything. I had seen Happy stand in the doorway of the office before sprinting into his dorm to shower and then pulling out of the parking lot like a man on a mission. Probably to go and fuck you to try and change your decision on the date that you already didn’t want to go on.
It was strange for Happy to fuck anyone more than once let alone get jealous and that was the reason that I was standing in front of the door I was now. I want to see just how far Happy’s feelings for you went and this seemed like the best option. I knocked on the door and waited.
“What?” Tig asked sleepily.
“Can I come in? I got summat te discuss wi’ ye.” I said. Tig looked at me confused before nodding and stepping to the side to let me in. He closed the door behind us and sat down on his bed.
“What’s up brother?” He asked.
“Happy an’ Y/N are fuckin’.” I told him bluntly. He looked at me for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
“I thought you were serious for a second there.” He said between laughs.
“I am… I sawr em, las’ night.” I told him with all seriousness. His laughing stopped and he stared at me wide eyed.
“Seriously!? Happy, Some mystery dude, and this date all get to be with her!” He pouted. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Hap is ‘er myst’ry guy, ya fuckin’ bellend.” I huffed out.
“But Happy never fucks anyone more then once.” He said and I looked at him.
“They seemed verra familiar wi’ each o’er, an’ Happy even go’ jealous hearin’ abou’ th’ lass’ date.” I told him.
“Wow….” Tig said as he processed the news. “So… does he like her?”
“I dun know, tha’s why I need yer help.” I told him. “I dun want th’ lass ge’in hurt.”
“So you want me to see how Happy feels about her?” Tig asked as he looked at me carefully.
“Aye but we can’t le’ ‘em know tha’ we know.”  I told him seriously. Tig thought and then got a smirk on his face that made me instantly regret telling him anything.
“I’ll be very sneaky, I promise.” Tig told me.
“Aye, well jus’ let me know wha’ yer doin;.” I said.
“Okay, brother will do!” Tig said way to cheerfully. I just nodded and started heading towards the door.
“G’night, bro’er.” I said.
“Night, Chibby.” Tig yelled after me.
~Hope you enjoy~
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poklina · 7 years
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jimon + "what do you want me to say- sorry??" "no I want you to say it won't happen again. sorry means nothing" "I can't do that" make of that what you will, thank you!!!! hope this is a good prompt
hope this is a good prompt???? u just gave me the Most angst and i love u so much i’ve been writing too much soft lately i needed some of that good Pain and Suffering tm anyways Than k U for the prompt i hope u like what i wrote :)
torn apart - 2.5k
Simon has never been a reckless person. Ever.
Being the oldest sibling, he was constantly under his mom’s thumb, making sure he didn’t do anything completely stupid and ruin his life forever. He never wanted to, anyways, because he loved his mom and smoking pot just sounded boring. Sure, he’s gone on a couple roller coasters and drank some wine with Clary after sophomore homecoming, but that’s pretty much the extent of his rebellious phase.
Needless to say, Clary is pretty shocked when he tells her that he’s dating Jace, the absolute definition of bad decision made without any further consideration. If Simon had a dime for every time he thought that Jace was either going to come home missing a limb or dead, he’d be able to pay for the stress medication he should be taking whenever Jace goes out on a hunt. Shadowhunting isn’t a fun business, and it’s definitely not an easy job, but it always seems like when the Lightwood siblings come back from a hunt, Jace is always the one that looks like he’s been put through a meat grinder three or four times.
The first couple weeks they were together, Simon just chalked Jace’s injuries to the fact that he had to kill actual demons for a living. It wasn’t like he was killing a spider, Simon reasoned, so of course he’s going to come home with a different black eye every other week. It wasn’t like Alec and Izzy were coming back scratch free, either.
But they weren’t coming back with broken finger or ankles every other time.
After those first couple weeks, Simon knew that something else was going on. Jace always had the worse injuries, always had to be half dragged into the Institute after a hunt just because of how badly he was hurt. Every time he saw him on his way to the infirmary, head lolling back and forth like a puppet whose strings had been cut, it broke Simon’s heart.
Finally, after the 3rd broken leg in a month. Simon had had enough. He practically begged Alec to let him come on one of their missions, after swearing seven ways to Sunday that he was just going to watch, and that he wouldn’t interfere at all, and that if he did Alec had every right to kill the demon and then Simon.
They left right as the sun started going down, just Alec, Jace, and him. It was supposedly a relatively easy job; a newly turned werewolf had been roughing up some Mundanes pretty badly, and they were just supposed to go and retrieve them so Luke could come and pick them up. “Nothing we haven’t done a hundred times before.” Alec assured him, as his eyes stayed trained on the bow that he was runing up. Simon could sense Jace behind him, heart beating faster than usual, but not as fast as to be nervous.
Simon was too busy wrapped up in his own head to notice Jace approaching him from behind, causing him to jump slightly when two arms wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the crook of his neck. He turned his head slightly to see Jace’s hair falling over his face, and he gently reached up a hand to brush it away so he could see his eyes. Simon looked at Jace for a moment, trying to decide if he was nervous for himself or Simon, before Jace lifted his head and looked straight at him, eyes soft and kind, just like always.
“Don’t worry babe. You’re going to be fine.” Jace said with a low voice, a tiny smile stretching over his lips in reassurance before leaning in to kiss Simon’s cheek. Simon could feel a blush starting in his cheeks, but it did nothing to ease the apprehension that was twisting in stomach.
“It’s not me that I’m worried about.” Simon murmured, leaning back into Jace to feel his arms tighten slightly around his waist to keep him steady.
“Simon, don’t be worried about me. I am the greatest Shadowhunter ever.” Jace said back, smile breaking wide over his face, and even Simon couldn’t resist doing the same. They were snapped out of their little moment by Alec clearing his throat loudly. They both jumped apart quickly, embarrassment crawling up Simon’s neck and mixing with the fear that was growing even larger, for some reason.
“Come on. We’ve gotta get going.” Alec said before turning around and striding towards the large double doors of the Institute, looking every bit the leader that he was. Jace followed right after, only pausing briefly to look back at Simon and jerk his head to follow. Simon started and caught up to him, slipping his hand in Jace’s before they pushed open the doors and headed out into the world.
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Finding the werewolf had been easy enough. All they had to do was follow the trail of Mundanes lying on their backs, groaning in pain resulting from the claw marks on their shoulder. Luckily enough, it was relatively simple to convince them that it wasn’t a wolf that had attacked them, just a particularly nasty dog. They followed the trail until it lead them into an alley between an office building and a tiny Italian restaurant. It smelled like printer ink and rotten tomatoes, and at the end of the alley, hunched in the corner, was a large brown wolf.
Simon looked at Alec only to find him gesturing towards a dumpster, one that would allow him cover while still being able to see what was going on in front of him. Slowly, he crept over and knelt down behind it, holding his breath until he was behind it before realizing that he didn’t need to breathe (that was one vampire trait that he was still getting used too).
He looked behind him to see Alec and Jace advancing on the wolf slowly, Alec’s bow hanging loosely by his side with an arrow already nocked, and Jace with his seraph blade raised slightly. They moved quietly, making sure not to startle the wolf in case he decided to fight back, and before long they were at the end of the alley. Simon leaned out behind his dumpster a little bit more, just so he could see what was happening.
Alec reached the wolf first, speaking so quietly that Simon could only make out a couple words here and there, “okay” and “safe” and “home.” Jace stood back a foot, blade raised warily and shoulders tensed in a fighting stance. At first, it seemed like the wolf was actually going to cooperate, as they raised their head and stared at Alec with big, doleful eyes.
But of course, nothing ever goes well with these three.
The wolf was up and snarling in an instant, and even though Simon was far enough back where he couldn’t get hurt, a spike of fear lanced up his spine all the same. Alec’s bow came up, string taut and ready to fire, but he never got a chance to use it.
As soon as the wolf started to growl, Jace launched in front of Alec and pushed him backwards, blades drawn and out in front of him. From where he was, Simon could only see Jace’s back, but he could hear him crystal clear.
“Come on, wolfie. Come and take a bite outta me.”
Snarling, the wolf leaped towards him, teeth bared and claws outstretched. Simon wanted to run up and push Jace out of the way, but he was stuck in his hiding place, partly out of fear, and partly out of anger.
Because even as the wolf landed on Jace and tore it’s claws down his shoulder, Jace made no movement whatsoever to try and escape.
He just stood there, like a statue, seraph blades raised high and feet squared in attack position. Everything about him seemed to scream fighter, but he did nothing. Simply stood there and let the wolf rake its claws down his front.
Simon didn’t know what he was feeling. As he stood there and watched his boyfriend get mauled by a werewolf, he could only feel a cold sense of dread rising up in his stomach and choking him out.
Alec stepped in after a moment, landing a solid kick onto the wolf’s side that sent it flying into the wall. Jace fell to his knees, hand coming up to clutch the scratches running up and down his front and shoulders. The wolf hit the wall and slid down to the floor with a pained noise. From where he was, Simon could see past Jace as the wolf turned back into a human. A girl, no older than 16.
Simon watched from behind his dumpster as Alec pulled out his phone and called someone, muttering “Yeah, we got her. Alley between an Italian place and an insurance company. We’re on 51st. Cool, thanks Luke. Yeah, see you later.”
With that, he shoved his phone in his pocket and walked towards where Simon was crouched, extending his hand to help him up. Simon took it shakily and pulled himself to his feet, shooting a concerned glance down the alley to where Jace was kneeling. Alec followed his gaze and let out a sigh.
“How many times? Does he do that?” Simon asked quietly, watching as Jace pulled up his sleeve shakily to draw an iratze under his wounds. Three claw marks extended from his shoulder blades to right underneath his collar bone, blood dripping out slowly.
“Every time. You should count yourself lucky. Usually it's much worse than this.” Alex replied in the same quiet tone, sorrow weaving in between the words all the while.
They stood in silence, watching Jace as he drew iratze after iratze over his assorted wounds, shimmering slightly and weaving the muscles back together every time. Eventually, he stood back up, stretching his arms out with a grimace and walked towards them.
Silently, the three of them turned around and headed out of the alleyway, and back towards the Institute.
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The walk back to the Institute was silent, only punctuated by quiet birdsong and the occasional siren of an ambulance. When they got back to the church, Alec was the first one through the doors, leaving Jace and Simon standing out on the steps, looking at the setting sun with a detached interest. Neither of them really wanted to go inside, both being content to just stand with each other. Simon, however, was less that pleased with everything that he’d seen that day.
As he stood on the steps of the Institute, the quiet anger that had been burning in him ever since the alley bubbled over. Vaguely, he felt his hands shaking slightly with anger, but he had much bigger things to worry about.
“What the fuck, Jace?” He asked quietly, eyes glued to the stone beneath him. He could sense as Jace turned his head to look at him, but Simon was afraid of what he might say if he did the same.
“What are you talking about, Simon?” Jace replied, mild confusion leaking its way into his voice.“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Simon snapped back, hands curling into fists at his side. His vision had started to haze red with anger, brain whirling and trying to rationalize what the fuck Jace had been thinking. “Back in the alley. You - you let that wolf attack you. You didn’t even try to stop her, Jace. It’s - it’s like you wanted it to hurt you.”
Jace didn’t reply for a long moment. The only thing Simon could hear was the wind rustling through the trees, and the steady thudding of Jace’s pulse. A moment passed. Then two. Still no response. After the silence almost becoming unbearable, Simon opened his mouth to say something, before he was cut off by Jace.
“I just - I - I don’t know.”
“You’re going to have to do better than I don’t know, Jace.” Simon seethed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. How could he not know? That’s not something you just don’t know.
“Jesus, Simon, what do you want me to say? Sorry?” Jace bit back, venom dripping from every word and then Simon had had more than enough. His head jerked up and eyes landed right on Jace’s, which were burning with anger and frustration.
“Sorry? Sorry?” Simon replied, voice growing louder and louder because what was going ON, “You think that sorry’s going to make this better? I watched you practically get torn apart back there, Jace! Sorry doesn’t mean anything!” He was yelling at this point, and he could feel angry tears welling up in his eyes at the thought. How could he think like this? Why was he doing this?
“Then tell me what to say, Simon.” Jace yelled back, taking a step towards him at the same time, fists balled in anger like Simon’s.
“I want you to tell me why you let that wolf practically maul you without fucking fighting back! I want you to say you won’t do that again, you fucking asshole!” Simon screamed, voice breaking as the tears started to flow over his cheeks, hand coming up to hit Jace hard in the sternum. But then, there was just silence.
Simon looked at Jace expectantly, trying to see if there was an answer hidden in his eyes. But there was just anger, and frustration, and just the tiniest bit of regret. Simon pushed off Jace’s chest and stepped back again, hands returning to fists at his side. Jace looked down at the ground, throat working as he tried to come up with a reasonable response.
“I can’t do that.” he whispered to the ground, and Simon felt his heart fall through his stomach and shatter on the steps below him.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I can’t tell you that I won’t do it again. Simon, you don’t understand, I -”Jace replied, desperation saturating his voice as his hands fell limp at his sides and all of the anger drained out of his shoulders. Simon watched Jace cave in on himself, and it felt like he was watching him die.
“No, I think I do, Jace,” he interrupted coolly, anger evaporating into a detached sense of calm and regret churning in his stomach, “I think that I understand perfectly well.”
“Simon, please, just let me explain -”
“When you’re ready to tell me the truth, Jace, I’ll listen. But I can’t stand here and listen to you tell me that you wanted that wolf to hurt you like she did -”
“That’s exactly what I wanted, Simon. Please, just let me -” Jace said, reaching out to try and grab Simon’s wrist, trying to make him stay and understand, but he wouldn’t. Simon ripped his hand away right as he grabbed it, and he used the momentum to push himself towards the doors. He could dimly hear Jace calling after him, but his head was too filled with questions and doubt and fear at what Jace had just told him. He kept walking into the Institute, and as he pushed open the wide oak doors, he didn’t look back.
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marauders70s · 7 years
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Number 1,753 I guess. Can you do a drabble involving the marauders, centered around Remus the Mom Friend(tm)?
HELL YES I love Moomy! @suffering-trashcan (sorry everyone whose drabbles I forgot to tag 0.o)
Sixth Year, November 1977
“Not strong this,” James hiccuped loudly, “…stuff.”
“Not at all,” agreed Sirius, draining the last of the Firewhiskey. 
Peter was snoring on the tabletop in the Three Broomsticks. He was drawing a lot of stares.
“You-you’re lucky,” slurred Sirius, “That I t-turned seven. Seventeen. Seventeen I mean. You know? I turned seventeen first and now I’m old enough to…to…”
“Yeah,” agreed James, sloppily shoving his glasses up his nose with the flat of his hand. They were very smudgy and he was peering through them as if he wasn’t sure why things were so blurred. He kept touching the lenses to make sure they were still there, and leaving more fingerprints. 
“For Merlin’s sake, please keep your voices down,” moaned Remus. “Students aren’t supposed to be drinking.”
“Y-y-you were drinking,” giggled James. As usual, his voice was not anyone’s idea of an indoor voice, a quirk that was not unique to his current inebriation. James was, in the simplest of terms, loud.
“Twas not,” Sirius argued. He was bright red, but seemed to at least be stable. James was weaving in his chair like a top-heavy flower in a strong wind. “R-Remus he didn’t drink…didn’t drink…didn’t you know? Didn’t…he just went -” he gave a strangled choke.
“I did not,” Remus snapped, a little miffed. “I’ve been choking down much fouler stuff than this my whole life.”
“Really?” It was Lily, and the immediate reactions of the four created a loud cacophony of sound that drew every eye in the Three Broomsticks. 
Sirius yelped a war cry of triumph, something between “AAAIOOOO and HEYYYYYYOOO.” James shrieked and fell from his chair trying to sit on his hands. Peter woke up when James hit the legs of his chair with a gigantic snort and an indignant “HEY!” And Remus, who had truthfully only had enough to make him feel dizzy and quickly stopped, flushed a brilliant ivory that Lily of all people had approached the table. He might have even handled anyone better…except perhaps Professor McGonagall. 
“Really?” Lily sighed while she surveyed the table, Sirius not at all subtly tucking the square bottle into his jacket under one armpit. It slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor. He swooped it back up under his other armpit and pulled his leather jacket closed over his school sweater, his grin a glitter of white in a sea of red.
“Did you really expect different?” Remus said, trying to laugh a little. His ears were so painful from the blush he thought they would fall off. 
“From them?” Lily gestured at James and Sirius. James had crawled up to his chair only to discover someone was sitting in it. He and Sirius were now having a heated argument whose chair it was, while James tried to pull him out of it. “No. From you and Peter? Yes.”
“I’m not drunk,” Remus said quickly. “Somebody’s got to wrangle this lot.”
“You’re trying to get them outside?” Lily asked.
Remus nodded. He gestured her forward. “Are you going to-”
Lily drew back, affronted. “First of all you have been drinking! Remus Lupin, a prefect!”
Remus ducked his head guiltily, but Lily only laughed. 
“And come on Remus, we’re friends. I wouldn’t tell. I’m a prefect, not an asshole.”
Remus, who had grown up hearing Sirius swear since he was twelve years old, still blushed when Lily said it, and laughed awkwardly. “Thanks.”
“I can’t help you get them back to school,” Lily said. “Just outside. I have to go meet Mary and Alice at Scrivenshaft’s to pick out our planners for January.”
“Of course,” Remus agreed at once. “Just outside. Away from people,” he stressed.
“Come on, Peter,” Lily said kindly, tugging Peter’s arm. He had fallen into a stupor, eyes glazed over. He tried to stand, staggered back into the chair, knocked the chair over, and was only saved a rough tumble by Lily’s hand on his arm. She quickly took him out first.
“Where’s Wormy going?” James demanded loudly.
Remus sighed, but tried to fix a smile to his face. “We’re having a snowball fight outside,” he said cheerfully. “Want to come?”
“RACE YOU!” bellowed James, and bolted from his chair. He weaved a very circuitous and uneven route to the door but managed it all on his own.
“Padfoot?” Remus asked in a low voice.
Sirius only grinned. “Don’t be stupid,” he said briskly, and stood quite steadily. “You think this is going to stop me? You should have seen what Mum put in Reggie’s and my milk bottles to get us to sleep.”
He left Remus gaping after him, his arm awkwardly bulky over the square bottle. Remus quickly recovered himself and followed. Outside, he could see James sprinting after Lily calling, “WAIT! EVANS! WAIT FOR ME!” It was normal enough behavior for James, though Remus knew he’d be mortified when he sobered up.
Remus and Sirius walked forward. Sirius only staggered the slightest bit over the icy and uneven terrain, but was mostly steady. He had a strange, fixed grin to his face that made Remus uneasy, but he didn’t comment on it. Lily was waiting with Peter, who was shivering and looking distinctly miserable, his round face pale and sweating. James had dived headfirst into a snowdrift and was making snowballs as fast as his bare hands could make them. Remus reflected it was lucky his mum had spelled his gloves to be unloseable as James was so absentminded. 
“Are you going to be okay?” Lily asked, watching James with a mixture of disgust and helpless amusement. 
Remus smiled, more to himself than for her. Sometimes Lily couldn’t quite hide how she was starting to feel about James, even if James was oblivious to it.
“Evans, hey, Evans,” he kept saying. “Come play. You want to play? We can be on the same team? Or not, whatever you want. But I’m really good. Like really good. Good. Good at snowballs. You know? Quidditch. Quidditch snow. Like, I’m amazing.”
“Yeah,” Remus coughed into a fist to hide his amusement. “We’ll be okay.”
“Right then,” said Lily, backing away and laughing in spite of herself at James’ weak armed throw in her direction. It missed by a good five feet. “Good luck with this…and see you for rounds later?”
“Course.”
“You will give me the drunk Potter blow by blow?”
Remus smiled to himself again. “Every embarrassing detail,” he promised.
As Lily walked back toward the main avenue in the village, James still demanding she come back and play, Remus turned first to Peter. 
“Can you transform?”
“Huh?” Peter was in a daze, his blue eyes streaming in the cold. His nose was red, lips swollen from the alcohol. 
“Transform into Wormtail?”
“Yeah. Yeah I can do it.” He stood there, staring bewilderedly at Remus.
Remus sighed, but put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Peter. Pete.”
Peter looked at him again. “Huh?”
“Transform into the rat.”
“Right now?”
“Yes,” repeated Remus patiently. “Right now.”
There was a long moment when nothing happened, then Peter was shrinking as Remus had seen him do dozens of times before. Remus stepped in front of him, shielding him from view though they were around the bend on the edge of town. In a moment, the rat was in front of him, shivering uncontrollably. Remus picked him up and put him in his inner robe pocked by his right hip. By the way the rat went limp next to his body heat, it was evident Peter had fallen asleep. 
“You good?” he asked Sirius. Sirius had climbed over James’ snowbank and was leaning against the fence. 
“Yeah. Course I am,” he said, but his face looked green. Without warning he turned over the fence and vomited a shockingly bright orange sludge into the snow, where it hissed on impact.
“Great,” said Remus. “Perfect. Well, better in the snow than anywhere else.”
“I’m fine,” Sirius repeated weakly. He was clutching his stomach. 
“I need you to stick with me,” Remus said, bending to the snow where James was soaking wet and shivering, finally realizing there would be no snowball fight. He crushed his waiting pile of snowballs childishly with an angry swipe of his fist. 
“Can you get up?” he asked James.
James bounded up so fast he cracked into Remus, who straightened up, wincing as James bellowed, writhing on his back in the snow in a weird mimicry of a snow angel. Watching them, Sirius vomited again. 
“Come here!” demanded Remus, pulling James’ arm over his own, taller shoulder. “We’re going home.”
“Don’t want to,” said James bitterly. His glasses were hanging off one ear. Remus plucked them from his face and put them in his own pocket.
“I can’t see!” James yelled. “I’ve gone blind!”
Remus closed his eyes, praying to any old god they’d been talking about in History of Magic that he wouldn’t be cracking James’ skull again in the next hour.
“Sirius, come on. We’re going now.”
Miserable now, Sirius followed a little ways behind as Remus and James started trudging their way up to the castle. It was a good thing that Remus was carrying the bag, which had James’ invisibility cloak inside, because after a miserable twenty minutes of Sirius groaning that he would die, and James insisting he was fine and he wanted to walk on his own (only to promptly slip and fall), they stopped a little ways away. 
“Silencio,” Remus tapped James’ mouth and James opened it to bellow belligerently once again, but nothing came out. Remus quickly took out James’ invisibility cloak, wrapped him in it, and fastened the ends in place with a mild sticking charm. He left the very smallest wisp of James’ flyaway black hair out of the cloak; impossible to see if you weren’t looking for it. With another spell, locomotor mortis, he levitated the invisible, thrashing, silent James. 
“Come on,” he said to Sirius, who was no longer red but ashen grey. “We’ve got to get upstairs. Taking the arm James had been hanging on the whole way, he slung it under Sirius’ shoulder as they reentered the castle, the young caretaker Argus Filch parked in a chair by the entrance, eyeing students suspiciously. 
“What’s wrong with him, then?” Filch asked Remus. 
“Bad meat pasty,” he replied hastily, hauling Sirius up the grand staircase. He had a funny feeling Filch would try to follow them, and he was sure to smell Sirius within ten feet of him. The odor of whiskey was unmistakable. 
It was a good thing they had spent so much time on their marvelous map, because it helped Remus navigate to the most isolated, little used corridors, even though the moving staircases made Sirius retch. On the first occasion, Remus pulled Sirius’ wand out of his jacket pocket and vanished the pool of sick, using two wands in two hands. He didn’t bother giving it back, as he had to repeat the vanishing charm several more times until they made it to the Seventh Floor. The common room, thankfully, was mostly empty, though James accidentally collided with the chandelier because Remus wasn’t paying attention, looking casually at the faces of the younger students staring openly at them.
Sirius bolted up the stairs to the first bathroom on the boys side of the dormitory. Remus passed him on the first turn of the staircase, still levitating James. Up, up, and up they went to the highest level to their attic dormitory. Up another narrow, ladderlike staircase, and Remus finally settled James on the floor, or so he guessed by the piece of his hair. He undid the sticking charm and pulled the invisibility cloak off of him. James was brick red in the face and still swearing silently. 
“Are you going to yell? If you are, I’ll just leave it on.”
James closed his mouth, but finally shook his head.
“All right then.” Remus took the silencing charm off of him. James sat up on the floor, looking around.
“The floor’s gone all…all weird,” he said, right before his eyes rolled up in his head, and he passed out from his thrashing exertions. 
Sighing, Remus went over and pulled off James’ coat and robes, sending them to hang up with a silent spell. He was quite good at the household ones, but was still learning the others. Taking off James’ shoes and belt by hand, he used magic to get James into his bed and under the covers. He carefully took his glasses out of an inner pocket and placed them on James’ nightstand Remus pulled the hangings shut and put the rat Wormtail his own bed. Wormtail was fast asleep, so Remus shook him until Wormtail squeaked indignantly. 
“Change back,” Remus commanded. 
Wormtail ignored him, trying to turn back in a circle, finding warmth to go back to sleep.
Remus picked the rat up. “Change back.”
A few more indignant squeaks and thrashes until it occurred to Peter that it might just be easier to do as Remus suggested. Remus quickly let go when the half-morphed Peter became too heavy to hold. He fell to the bed and landed heavily, human again. Peter managed to struggle out of his own shoes and clothes fairly well, and Remus only pulled the covers up to his chin and shut the hangings. 
He went in search of Sirius, and found him a few stairs short of their room, green and holding his stomach, his face pinched. He had managed to hold onto the firewhiskey bottle up until now, and Remus helped him up with an arm under his, taking the bottle from him gently. He got Sirius into bed and managed to find a few spare potions in his own nightstand for the days leading up to the full moon. He gave Sirius a stomach settler made primarily of dandelions, and spiked it with a dash of a sleeping draft. It did the trick. Sirius blinked hazily, laid his head back on his pillow, and was asleep before Remus finished drawing the curtains.
Peter began to snore again, and sighing, Remus left the dormitory to go back down to the commons. To his surprise, the chairs by the fire were empty. He moved to one gratefully; he was more chilled than he had thought, and smiled when Lily peered around the edge of the armchair. 
“You did all right,” she said with a grin. 
“Thanks,” Remus said, flopping into the chair with a groan and closing his eyes in the warmth of the flames. He was more tired than he had realized. There were several long moments while they sat quietly, listening to the bustle of the Commons behind them. Remus realized he was drifting farther and farther from wakefulness, but it didn’t worry him. He just listened idly as the world around him slowly faded, but didn’t miss the last thing Lily said.
“You’ll make a great dad.”
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startwreck · 7 years
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I’m going to attempt to recap Duchovny in Boston day (February 22, 2017.) Warning: this could get long and sappy because it’s 3 AM and I’m just brain dumping. Under a cut...
Woke up this morning think I would only go to the Bucky F*cking Dent reading/signing event. Had a ticket and I loved the book (read it / Audible’d it last spring) and thought secondhand embarrassment would be minimal in that setting. Great. Planned to cut out of work for a couple hours to go. As I’m walking to the venue, Jen @snowvitamins texted me, and through the magic of distinctive scarves, we were able to make our acquaintance. She was with Mer @damselindistressmya. Fun fact: In the course of trying to find each other, Mer was described as wearing “a Mulder season 10 jacket.” In my anxious and distracted state, I took this to mean that Mer was wearing a jacket with a likeness of Mulder in Season 10 on it (I pictured a varsity jacket, you know, with a leather torso and felted sleeves? and then just a giant Mulder head on the back of it.) Needless to say, I momentarily pondered hiding my scarf-marker. Luckily, I’m an idiot and Mer was wearing an Army jacket similar to the one Mulder wore in Season 10:
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So the reading doesn’t happen. Not sure if this was due to the size of the turnout (we wouldn’t have all fit where they do their readings), time constraints, voice preservation, a rogue edible, or what (file under: none of my business.) I was excited to hear David read a chapter so I was briefly disappointed, but totally understand, would still follow the Booksmith and/or DD to the end of the earth.
Stand in line for a while and then it’s my turn. Give him the book with the post-it with my name in it. He pronounces my name correctly (as if I didn’t love him enough already) and I give a smile and say “yep.” He starts doing the inscription. My brain then says “fuck it; we’ll do it live” and I say “I really like the line, ‘Eighty-six years, a long and lucky life’” and tell him how my grandfather, a lifelong Red Sox fan, lived almost exactly those eighty-six years that he’s referring to, born in 1918 and passed in early 2005. I must have been looking down at the table/book when I said most of this, because when I return my gaze up to his face partway through this, he was giving me that Intense Eye Contact (TM), clearly flattered that someone quoted his own words to him. It was a solid looking-into-your-soul kind of stare, like he was trying to decipher who I was in a five second period (and I gladly would have given him my entire family’s social security numbers in that moment.) The man knows how to connect with an audience, that’s for sure (#ACTING.) At that point, either DD or the manager dude standing there  (I blacked out so not sure who it was) says, “So he got to see them win.” Downer that I am, I reply bluntly, “Well he had Alzheimer’s at the end so we’re not sure that he really knew.” Manager dude said something like “I’m sure he did” (aka “stop talking, crazy.”) I say “thank you” and make my exit. 
Now, had my Day of Duchovny ended there, my day still would have been made. But what happened over the course of the rest of the day was something special. It was a beautiful much-needed reminder of how the arts can connect pseudo-strangers in a magical way and how there is still goodness in humanity.
Over lunch with @snowvitamins, @damselindistressmya, and @myassbrokethefall​, we all come back down the earth. I learned that @myassbrokethefall​ almost accidentally had David sign a book about sheep herding and @damselindistressmya​ had a lover’s quarrel with him over basketball. We exchange details about “real life” and also discuss topics of fandom and Tumblr politics. It is lovely. They’re all going to the concert, I want to hang out with them more, and they promise I can hide behind them if I’m embarrassed, so I buy a concert ticket on my phone as we’re finishing lunch. It’s mezzanine-level so I can always sneak out or hide behind a seat, right?
I go back to work for literally two hours. I catch up on email but also flail to @dangerscully​ and @crossedbeams​, my transatlantic support team. Yes, you guys are a part of this story. Thank you for your support and sweet messages. Can’t wait til we unite. Let’s just meet halfway into the Atlantic, shall we? I’ll start paddling now...
After a solid two hours of work, it’s time to get our drink on. @stellagibsonisalifeforce and @x-files-behind-the-scenes joined the lunch crew for dinner/drinks pre-concert and they’re awesome too. Seriously, reminder that if you ever have the opportunity to meet Tumblr friends in “real life,” do it. I only have a couple drinks and I’m getting nervous that it won’t be enough to combat secondhand embarrassment. But I’m in it now. It’s happening. 
Thanks to @snowvitamins, @damselindistressmya, and @stellagibsonisalifeforce, I actually end up on the floor rather than up in the mezzanine. Go big or go home, right? We’re very close to the stage, just two or three rows of people in front of us. Pat, local boy from Watertown (”Wahtahtown” - DD) who’s in the band, opens. There’s a little break to reset the stage, and then the band comes on stage. I have my ear plugs in my hand, ready to go as DD joins them to wild applause. I’m pretty sure I said “ohgodohgodohgod” half under my breath for the first 1-2 songs. But then I realize something. He’s actually...good?...in person. Err, better. But his stage (and floor) presence, enthusiasm, give-no-fucks attitude, and ability to connect with the audience -- sometimes through Intense Eye Contact (TM) -- more than make up for the occasional flawed pitch. I imploded about two thirds of the way through when I experienced Intense Eye Contact (TM) via the Duchovs for the second time that day. It was during the a song that I had definitely never heard. I was listening and our eyes just met and he sang holding his gaze there for more than 10 seconds. It was seriously transformative. While his eye contact while signing said “Who are you?”, this look said “I know who you are.” Truly a religious experience (TM by @kateyes224.) Update three days later: I finally figured out what song this happened during. All I remembered was that the song had “can’t” in it and that one of the words during the Intense Eye Contact (TM) was “love.” After doing some detective work and familiarizing myself with the album, I have determined that it was “Another Day” in which my Intense Eye Contact (TM) occurred, around the end of the first verse and beginning of the first chorus:
Another home Some other love Another guy sent high above Some other lie, we tell ourselves Passing time before the bell
I can't live long enough To bring you around
After this moment that briefly made me believe that romantic love was a possibility for me, he moved on to work another area of the crowd (I saw a review that said he was really an equal-opportunity crowd-worker and I couldn’t agree more, though he won’t engage with you if you are chronically camera phone-ing -- which I love.) I turned around and briefly freaked out to @damselindistressmya​ (”that was directed at me”) before returning my attention to the stage and really getting into singing along with the “Ooh oohs” since I didn’t know any of the other words. Not that I’m biased by that experience or anything, but after listening to the album for a couple days (trying to relive the memories), “Another Day”
My other favorite moment came when David came off the stage onto the floor during one song. We’re all dancing up a storm but @damselindistressmya was closest to the action so I gave her a friendly push into the splash zone and stay on the perimeter (apparently crowd control is a secret talent of mine?) I can’t see what’s going on exactly, but a few seconds later, Mer emerges, walking/dancing/shimmying backwards towards the stage, followed by David, who’s doing the same moves, but facing forward, towards the stage. In other words, they are face to face having a dance-off right in front of me. After a few steps of their impromptu tango, Mer somehow has the wherewithal to peel off to the side gracefully to allow David a path back up on stage. It was seriously a work of art. I'm not sure how Mer survived because I’m still not sure how I did, and I was merely a witness. I can’t draw for shit but I felt the need to produce an artist’s rendering of what unfolded before me (style inspired by @jamofappreciation):
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Other concert highlights:
@stellagibsonisalifeforce​ and @snowvitamins​’ love of band member Jeff (that eventually we all got in on.) He did have a great blazer (not quite as awesome as DD’s hooded number though. Good work, Nancy.)
Making new friends between Pat opening and the main event. New friends = Alexa & Scott, I think?
David dedicating a song to band member (and opener) Pat’s grandfather, who was there at 80-something years old. They pointed him out and he stood out and everyone clapped for him. Adorable!
Singing Happy Birthday to band member Colin. We were terribly out of tune. I’d like to think this put DD at ease because he realized we were also pitch-impaired.
David showcasing each of the band members individually during one song (”Sweet Jane,” maybe?), going over to each one individually and putting a hand on their shoulder while they played and just being the sweetest father-figure-esque thing ever
Dad dancing for days. I tried to mirror all his moves. Ended up sweating nearly as much as him and my calves hurt for two days after.
David talking about the best political songs are the ones that aren’t political until they suddenly are / need to be
They recorded the album in Boston and many (all?) of the band members are from Berklee, so it’s special for them
Intro’ing his new song “Half-Life” as “It has science in it”
Boston-accenting “Stars” to “Stahs”
Discussing the merits of traveling by train (very Biden-esque and I loved it)
A lot of sweat. At one point I noticed a bead a sweat drip off his face onto the floor. I wanted to live inside that moment forever.
Full band in pussy hats for the encore
Everyone singing along to “The Weight”
Everyone singing along to the chorus of “Hell or Highwater” (I said I’d love you forever, come hell or highwater / Well, babe the flood’s in)
Lots of genuine gratitude (holding his hand to his chest), especially during the closing “Thank you”
Also got to wave to @thattimetheykissed before the concert and say hi after the concert. Great to meet you! 
Special thanks to @campaignofmisinformation for starting the Sunday night re-watches that brought so many of us together. The entire day was just the embodiment of @ihavefeministbones’ recent A+ character development post. Seriously, we were quoting it at every turn. Thanks to everyone who made this day unexpectedly great! I’m off to sleep for probably three hours and then will wake up thinking this was all a dream. Please pinch me tomorrow (err, later today.) 
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