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#just realized this fits both in terms of the meaning AND because of the ice
rainbowchaox · 7 months
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QSMP! Phil Character Analysis and How It Relates to Pissa
Okay so this is primarily coming from my tired thoughts in the discord run by the true pissa general aka @pepper-mintzyy. I’m gonna flesh it out here with much more detail.
I first came to this whole analysis because Phil always makes subtle characters. Most of his characters don’t verbalize what his motives or emotions. And his characters are always on the show not tell. And this is important because this trait of our his characters is the same in Qsmp!Phil and it’s a important to realize how this is so important to the pissa ship as whole . Because it’s literally why cubito Phil reacts the way he does towards those he especially loves (Aka Missa)
Phil loves to be subtle with his characters. Like I said above he is a show not tell with his characters. Usually his characters are layered and complicated. So much so he is never really honest with his own emotions. Primarily as a way to make sure he is ready for the next threat. The next enemy. He worries so much for the possibilities of danger he feels he can’t be distracted by emotions. He rather repress emotions then those he loves and cares for actually be in danger because he couldn’t get his emotions in check.
So knowing this of course he got paired with Missa whose emotions bleed out like ink. For the better or for the worse (Maybe I will eventually do a twin analysis on Missa character and how it relates to the pissa ship on a later date.)
And this is unknown territory for Philza. Because Philza as a character is always in survival mode. Sure Missa is emotional and illogical at times. But Missa is kind and gentle. And Philza is not used to this. But Missa as a person brings calm and comfort. Philza doesn’t feel like he could be in fight any minute when he is with Missa. Sure Missa can’t protect him in terms of fighting mobs. But Philza doesn’t need him to do so. Philza just wants him there.
So of course Philza will start to see Missa differently. And I think he knows he loves Missa. Philza isn’t dumb to his own feelings. He just can’t bring himself to say it verbally in case of possible danger. It’s hard for him to do things that go against his idea of being ready, of being strong, of being able to not be weak. Even if his perceived weakness is actually a strength.
So his love for Missa primarily comes out in loyalty, of waiting for him to come back when anybody else would have given up, in gifts, and in simple gestures that look like nothing but is actually everything. In the fact he matched his backpack to fit Missa. The fact he was so worried about him when he came back. I truly believe he knows he loves Missa. But whether it’s the paranoia or stubbornness he can’t bring himself to show that fact so clearly.
He isn’t a idiot. He isn’t emotionless. He knows who he hates. Who annoys him. And who he loves. But showing that emotional side out in the open. To others who might use that fact against him to harm those he loves. He can’t have that.
So he never says I love you in words. He says I love you with new armor. He says I love you bandaging wounds. He says I love you watching your blind spot and protecting you in battle. He says I love you by giving you his utmost loyalty. A gift hardest to get and the hardest to lose. And maybe he never says I love you to Missa in words.
That doesn’t mean he loves Missa any less. They are equal in their adoration. Philza emotions are a flame under the ice. Intense in passion and loyalty. I think a part of him is scared of his own emotions. And it probably took him ages to get to a point where he could control the pyre so to speak.
But he is just a person. And people are all selfish to a point. He is a brewing contradiction of a man. He wants both worlds. He wants to proclaim he loves Missa on top of a mountain. He want’s everyone to be jealous of him and Missa. He wants a true commitment.
But also we wants safety, he wants logic, He wants not to be weak and to protect without being overwhelmed by his own emotions. He is a complicated contradiction of a man. And his actions hurt him more than anything. He wants to be with Missa so badly but he can’t bring himself to fully let himself. But the fact is he adores Missa. He will possibly do anything for Missa and his family. And maybe one day he can see. He can be the protector and have Missa in the way he actually wants. That he so called WEAKNESS might be his greatest strength. That loving someone doesn’t mean he will lose them right after. He loves Missa. And he fully want to scream that fact.
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eyesteeth · 8 months
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my thoughts and theories on fionna and cake
so from the trailer alone i’m pretty sure this is going to be very Simon-centric. as established in the main series, Fionna and Cake is genderbend fanfiction written by Ice King. however, it seems likely that the Fionna and Cake focused on in this series will not be the one within Simon’s mind - not fully, anyway.
i initially believed that the Fionna and Cake we see in this series would be entirely figments of Simon's imagination - fanfiction used as a coping mechanism. Fionna's world is realistic and bland and mundane because Simon's "lost the magic in his life", and Fionna's world gaining magic would be a sign of changes in his mental state.
i no longer believe this because i took too many screenshots of the trailer. however, i do think that the Fionna and Cake of Simon's mind will be relevant, and Fionna's world mirroring Simon's is an intentional comparison.
my take is this - Fionna and Cake is going to have an overarching a-plot of Fionna figuring out what's gone wrong with her world and defeating the threat, and a b-plot of Simon facing his mortality and his trauma and coming to terms with both.
that's my tl;dr. long post below.
Simon’s a character with a lot of depth to him, but none of the Distant Lands specials focused on him, so it’s his turn to hold the Trauma Ball. we know that he isn’t immortal anymore with the crown gone. he’s visibly aged in the trailer, growing some white hair, and is wrinklier.
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(Tom Kenny also said in an interview that this is the most emotional thing he’s worked on, and Tom Kenny’s been in fucking everything, so you know it’s gonna be big. i cannot for the life of me find the source for this so you're gonna have to trust me on this one.)
aging is clearly gonna fuck Simon up for multiple reasons - beyond the normal stuff, aging means he's going to look like Ice King, making himself a visual reminder of the worst time of his life. he also spent a very long time as an immortal, and adjusting to the idea of death after centuries of being the same age is probably gonna fuck with him.
he’ll also be dwelling on his past - there’s shots in the trailer of him and Marcy together right after the Mushroom War, likely filling in some gaps from that time. we already got a whole episode dedicated to their time together in the main series, so there's no need to tread that ground again - this will likely show new moments with them or recontextualize things with the state Simon's in now.
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(there's also a shot of both of their feet but i couldn't fit both sets of shoes on one frame)
then there’s a shot of what’s very obviously a musical number from the in-between state of Simon and Ice King. this could be the first time he puts on the crown (or an early time), resulting a darkly upbeat moment of juxtaposition, or it could be an equally dark current-day moment along the lines of “wasn’t it so nice when you had the crown on and you didn’t have to think about anything? when you were immortal and too out of it to realize how bad of a spot you were in?”
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or it could be a secret third thing. keep this image in mind, it'll be relevant later.
as for some miscellaneous screenshots, takes these two:
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Simon's coat is missing in the first but he still has it in the second, so either he goes on two separate adventures in Ooo, or the first image takes place after the second. i stand by this being Ooo in the first image because of the trees in the background. as for the second image, that's Finn in the top right, and the treehouse on the left. because of how old Finn looks in the big promo image, i assume this takes place between Obsidian and Together Forever - Jake is dead but Finn is not. Finn and Simon might have a talk about death and dying if the mortality thing gets brought up, or Finn might just be here to help Simon get where he needs to go.
to where they are going, one can only speculate. it might be Prismo's cube, but i'm a little iffy on that. the cube is massively relevant by the way and is likely how Fionna and Cake end up crossing paths with Simon.
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because Prismo's whole deal is alternate universes (gestures at Farmworld Finn) i believe that this is how Fionna and Cake come to Ooo. Prismo's cube is even in the logo for this show, it's that important.
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(Simon is no stranger to Prismo, we got the above moment in the Adventure Time finale, so him traveling to Prismo with Finn's help is a possibility.)
anyway, time for the people the show is actually named about!
for their side of the plotline, the description of the trailer is quite enlightening:
"Based on characters from the beloved “Adventure Time” franchise, this brand-new 10-episode series set in the land of Ooo follows the alternate universe versions of Finn & Jake on a multiverse-hopping journey towards self-discovery. When Fionna and her sidekick Cake find themselves in the crosshairs of a powerful new foe, they have no choice but to seek the help of former Ice King Simon Petrikov." (emphasis mine)
notably, they are referred to explicitly as alternate universe versions, so they are indeed their own people. i also find it curious that Fionna's life is somehow mundane enough to lack magic, yet wacky enough to have a "powerful new foe". unless that something is actively sucking the magic out of their universe, this particular foe is a mystery to me.
however, because multiverse hopping is mentioned, i believe that the big foe is gonna have ~some weirdness~ about it, possibly attacking universe after universe for its intended goal ala [insert your preferred bagel-based multiverse movie here]. i'd also like to present the following screencaps to the court:
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the use of line color, color choice, and shading in between the two on the left and the two on the right are like night and day. so, given the multiverse theme, i propose that these are two different Fionnas - the Fionna and Cake as presented by Simon on the left, and the real magicless Fionna from her universe on the right. alternatively, the one on the left could be Fionna after she comes to Ooo, and she just gets a costume change.
(also, the musical number shot has coloring similar to the set on the right, potentially indicating that scene takes place in the same location/episode/universe/etc as those shots. this is the third secret thing.)
(also also, this is probably way too off the wall to be true, but the ones on the right look incredibly similar to Bee and Puppycat in terms of color, and given that Natasha Allegri is responsible for both Bee and Puppycat and the creation of Fionna, this series could get into ideas of creation, using Simon's Fionna vs the real Fionna as an allegory somehow. i will be shocked if this happens, i think it's just visual flair tbh, i just wanted to get this thought out of my brain)
if this wasn't a spotty post before here's where it gets Real Spotty:
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i believe this is Fionna in Ooo, she's in a bunny hat and she's with a kid in Finn's clothes. i believe this is Ooo because of the fire people at the bottom. Fionna is also still wearing the outfit she had on in the bus in the beginning of the trailer, leading me to believe that she gets to Ooo after that set of scenes.
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i further believe this is Ooo, because we see the same kid in this shot. that's Simon's leg on the right, muddied up, so this could be after his adventure with Finn. on the left is the Fionna and Cake script in the bin, this being the Fionna and Cake Simon came up with. my guess is that this kid is a fan of the Fionna and Cake Simon came up with and this outfit is a cosplay. maybe he published his fanfiction. good for him.
as for the city behind the closing door...
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... maybe it could be this? i'm not sure if this city is on Ooo, frankly. the trees are different. maybe Fionna, Simon, and this kid all went to an alt universe together by accident? and that's why the kid looks so distraught in the shot with the bin?
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for my last image-based comment, simon's sleeve has been torn off here (bottom of his-right-our-left arm) so it's possible that whatever muddied his pants in the bin shot also got his coat messed up, possibly his adventure with Finn.
to recap this meandering post
here's an extremely weak guess of plot points from the previously proposed concepts
Fionna lives a normal, bland life, realizes something is wrong, and ends up in Ooo over the course of a day. within this day, she does her job on the bus, sees something's up with Cake, experiences some dimension weirdness, chases Cake at some point, her and Cake end up falling, and then it's Ooo time.
in Ooo, she meets a kid that's a fan of Fionna and Cake - from the stories Simon wrote and published.
Fionna decides she needs Simon's help, possibly because he's apparently written books about her, so they go to get him
meanwhile, Simon's had a bad mental health day and is spiraling.
he ends up in the woods with Finn for some reason, possibly to death talk, and they have an adventure that takes the length of the day. by the end of it, Simon's clothes are torn up and he just wants to go home.
he goes home and sits down for like A Minute before Fionna and the kid show up at his place.
(there is no evidence for this but i feel like seeing the character you made up in your genderbend fanfic irl would be freaky so Simon's like "wow i've fucking lost it i'm hallucinating my oc")
situation gets explained to a very non-receptive Simon
the three/four of them head off onto a multiversal quest with widely varying levels of enthusiasm
over the course of the quest shenanigans ensue and Simon has many moments of contemplation on his past and future
Fionna gets the situation with her home universe figured out
You Will Cry Your Eyes Out
the end
that's all i got. feel free to go crazy in the notes.
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ohsunnyboy · 10 months
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to chase a dream | zhang hao ˚₊‧⁺˖
all your life, you and zhang hao have been chasing each other. you wonder here, if this is where your symphony ends.
TAGS: musician!au, gn!reader, rivals to lovers, angst with happy ending, suggestive!makeout
A/N: something about zhang hao called for dramatics so here i am (≧∇≦)ノ ! self-indulgent as usual :)
WORDS: ~1450, EXTRA: music info and terms here !!
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"That was wonderful playing earlier."
History doesn't even begin to describe what you have between you two.
Your friends could joke that there would be enough to write an opera. Star crossed and all. All about the virtuosos of violin and piano. Of Zhang Hao and you.
You want to hark it back to those fitful days in grade school. Full days of comparing sheet music, trying to one-up each other about the difficulty. Hao, and his too big violin case and you, trouncing him every talent show because his hands hadn't quite yet grown out of their stubbiness. The satisfaction in remembering those big whiny tears brings warmth to your soul.
Then, there came high school.
Oh, you loathe it; he doesn't. Not when his hands became a study in lines and grace. Envy would eat you alive if you had any less pride. But you weren't so above yourself to not look at him. Hard to not notice when he grows a head taller and of course, starts topping the local competitions only to shove it under your face.
Your parents loved it. Gave a reason to push you further and deeper into competitions and over the top galas. To push your fire against someone who was all finely diced ice. There was nothing you liked less when you wanted to live for the glory of the crowd, not medals and flowers.
Eyes followed you everywhere when he was in the picture. And yours always found his.
"Here to mock me?" you ask.
The laugh you draw is enchanting. "Never." And it's so sincere you might just believe it. "Just here to say my farewells."
The Winter Gala spins behind both of you: through a door, down some ornate stairs and into a pit of some thoroughly drunk musicians. From the balcony, only the trickles of laughter and music eke out the door. But you would hardly focus on that, not when Hao stands very plainly in front of you.
"Already? it's only an hour into reception." You twirl the champagne in your hand with consideration before you gesture him to come to where you lean on the balcony rail. "Thought you would stay to kiss ass with some of the others."
"Not this time. No, I mean..." The howl of the wind carries his unease. Traffic horns and gala laughter do nothing to smother whatever he tries to hide in his tone. You know him too well.
There's more than history between you two.
But whatever he says next has you rethinking everything. "I'm leaving, leaving. I won't be back in the country for a while so, here I am."
There's a moment where you think he's entirely pulling your leg. Pulling you along to another little joke at your expense. But you've known him your entire life at this point, and you’ve been through too much to realize that he’s not joking.
“… Am I the first to know?”
You count the beats and steady your breath. Years of this, all for what?
“Only Minghao-Ge and Junhui-Ge, and now you. But knowing them, they’ll be drunk enough tonight to let it slip,” he explains in this awfully fond tone. “Mark Lee from the LSO watched me perform at the showcase in July and scouted for me. I think he got on Junhui-Ge’s nerves with how much he emailed him.”
Medals and flowers. Smiles and bows. The curtain draws, where are you now?
"Congrats," you say after a second – watching nothing but your past fly by you. Despite the ache, you raise your glass. "Cheers," you smile and take a sip. Raising it into the moonlight and offering the glass to Hao for his own toast but he just shakes his head.
You pout. "Don’t like it?”
Instead, he takes the glass from you and settles it onto the edge. Pink dusts his cheeks as watches you from the corner of your eye. “Want to remember this.”
Heat flares to your cheeks at the weight of Hao’s words. A night to remember is one way to put it.
"So, when are you off to London?"
"This Monday."
You blink. "... That's fast."
"Why? You think you'll miss me?" and it's said with that smile of his. Infuriating and secret, so many layers of discourse that haunt you – it’s a memory that you'll take to the grave.
"Of course, it's you," you mutter, disgustingly honest with yourself. "It'll just be... quiet, without your excuse of music causing a riot." Honestly, you can barely hear Hao's chuckle when you're too stuck in your head to mind the charm in it.
You want to edge back into your comfort zone of easy quips, nothing serious but scathing wit. But nothing you say lights the fight that used to start so easy back when you two were younger. When your worries were small like the cars below.
A full look at his face is all you want to chance a glance for. What would you see? Remorse? Eagerness? Disappointment? You could read him like a book with a single glance, what’s stopping you now?
"What about you? are you going to stay in Singapore? I thought you'd be the one to chase excitement."
"I’ll chase whatever my parents dangle in front of me.” And the laugh he breathes is empty because you both know it’s bitter but true. Hao’s stood aside long enough to understand. So, when he sidles closer next to you it warms you more than they ever did. "Yixing-Ge told me he's also planning to leave for Boston, promised me that I'll get his seat when it happens."
"If it happens,” he teases.
"It’ll happen."
You nearly jump when you feel it. Hao’s warm hand on top of yours. It’s spindly and calloused, worn out in the way a weathered musician’s should be. It’s all you need to guide you back to where you are.
"I know you'll make it. Just make sure it's something you want.” Hao’s breath is right next to your ear. Clear as day and easy as a song. It’s so simple to say: take what you want.  
Blood in your ears, chest heaving, nothing to catch you when you fall but the discordant crash of keys.
It sounds like a melody.
"It's never going to be something I want."
"Then, what do you want?"
You.
Instead, you turn to face Zhang Hao. A challenge of a smile on your lips because you know where this ends.
To face the music, the crowd, the eyes that watch.
"What's it like? to chase a dream?" you ask.
Brutal, visceral, freeing. An infinite number of interpretations for one word.
The stage becomes your world, and the spotlight burns you alive. Pressure flays your skin even as your fingers glide across smooth keys and you hush your heaving breath. Running to your last page, heart in your hands, smearing red across white. There's no audience when you dream; you are your own critic, you are your own end, but your destiny is not you.
To chase a dream is to become raw.
"Like chasing you."
You hum low and satisfied. Carding a hand through Hao’s hair, you guide him down.
Kissing Zhang Hao feels like being on stage all over again. Being set on fire, skin flaying, blood rushing. It’s everything he isn’t, but everything you are.
You swallow his groan, biting across his lips as your hands trail down him. Everywhere you've wanted to touch feels unbearable. You want to chase this feeling: Hao's hands on your hips and cradling your jaw. Trailing his red ears and holding around his throat; it's little fires everywhere.
Distance doesn’t exist as you push into each other. Hao has you against the rail, hands cradling you like you’re his own instrument. Playing you to pluck you into satisfaction.
Years of us, made for this final movement.
This ache and greed that makes musicians like you two come alive. You know Hao as your years of black and white keys that haunt your dreams and make your reality. There isn’t a crevice in his mind you haven’t touched or a melody that he’s played where he never thought of you.
You hold Hao by the chin, determination set into your eyes and a chord of steel in your tone. "There better be a future for us – I’m not having you leave me here in your past.”
"Anything," he breathes against you. More than history. More than a future. Chasing your dream. "Anything for you."
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lovely-lady-lumps · 1 year
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The Cold to His Heat
Pairing: Peter Parker x Gn!Reader
Summary: Peter runs hot and you run cold, naturally, you connect over said body temperatures. But when summer comes around, Peter can't take you not being cold anymore.
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  One of the many things the bite had changed in Peter, was his body heat. Before, he was a normal temperature, feeling hot and cold both the same. But after, he started to feel warm mkst of the time. Sure he could get cold and it wasn't really a life destroying change, but it was somewhat of a nuisance when it came to summer. Temperatures reached their highest in this season and man did it suck. He was constantly drinking ice water, turning the air conditioner lower when May wasn't home. He used to absolutely hate it, until you started dating.
  In fact, you're the only reason he's pretty okay with it. Because just like stereotypes go, a man that runs hot ends up with a woman that runs cold. And you were always cold. He never really realized it at first, assuming you cuddling into him was due to the new relationship. That was until you first held hands, your fingers feeling like ice sickles against his. Since then, he's used his newly developed body heat to warm you up anytime you need. Feet cold? Tuck them under his thighs. Nose cold? He'll kiss it till it gets warm! The best part? Your body cools him down.
  So when the air starts to get warmer and you lean on him less and less, he's devastated that you don't need him for such a simple thing anymore. He prepares himself for a long, suffering summer with nothing but ice cream and webbing through the air. However, just because you don't need him doesn't mean he doesn't need you, so he comes up with a plan.
  Well, the term plan is used very lightly. Aunt May goes out with a "friend" every Wednesday, and when she's gone, he gets free range over the cooling system. You may be hot outside, but when you come into the 64° apartment? You'll be just as cold as usual and need him to warm you up. It's a win-win really. Lucky for him, today is Wednesday. Unlucky for him, May is home.
  "So when will your friend be here?" His aunt asks from the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water.
  "Umm, really any minute now. Can we turn the air down? Please?" Peter barely hides the desperate tone to his words. He stands across the small island from her.
  "Absolutely not. It's already 67° in here! Are you really that hot?" May reaches over to feel his forehead, which he quickly dodges.
  "No, I'm fine. Just... a little warm." He's saved by the sound of a timid kock on the door.
  His eyes widen and he rushes around to May's side, "I need you to leave. Now. Please." He begs, gently maneuvering her towards her room.
  She laughs and grabs her glass off the counter, "Okay! Okay, I'll stay in my room like a good aunt should. But hey," She pulls herself from his grasp to look him in the eyes, eyebrows raised. "You behave or certain privileges will be taken away."
  Peter grins and nods, giving her one last gentle shove, "Got it aunt May."
  She gives him a peck on the cheek and rushes down the short hall to her bedroom, "Have fun!" She says as she closes the door.
  Peter sighs and relaxes his shoulders, only to tense when you knock again. He gets to the door in minimal time, swinging it open a little too eagerly. You're standing on the other side in a nice tank top and shorts, with a hoodie tied around your waist just in case. He looks down at himself and realizes he's in a loose fitting t-shirt and gym shorts. Looking back up he gives you a sheepish smile.
  "It's extra hot out today, huh?" You ask, smiling softly at him.
  "Ye-yeah it is. Uh, come in." Peter mentally slaps himself for his awkwardness.
  You walk in and immediately begin to look around, hands clasped in front of you.
  "So, we have tea and water, I think we even have some Coke if you want some." Peter offers rapidly.
  You turn around to face him, hands dropping to your sides. "Water is fine, Pete." You assure.
  He lets out a breath and nods, making his way to the kitchen and grabbing two glasses to set on the counter. As he's getting the water jug out of the fridge, he feels your arms wrap around him from behind, resting on his waist. He tries to gage just how warm or cold you are, but can't feel much through his shirt. Glancing at the thermostat, he wishes it would magically get cooler.
  "What do you wanna do today?" You ask with your face pressed into his sholder blade.
  He relaxes at the feeling, telling himself it's just like any other day. As long as aunt May stays away. "How about a movie?"
  You nod and pull away, letting him turn to pour your glasses full before grabbing one and waiting for his instruction. He leads you the short distance to the dark grey couch and sits on the left side. You sit on the right, tucked into the arm of it almost immediately. He deflates at the gesture of sitting so far away.
  "This couch is so comfy!" You compliment, running a hand over the fibers.
  He chuckles, "I'll be sure to let aunt May know."
  The two of you sit and browse for a few minutes, arguing over which Disney movie to watch. Finally landing on Ratatouille, you settle into your spots. Of course, as usual, you curl into yourself with your knees held close to your chest. He on the other hand, spreads out like a starfish, foot brushing yours on the small sofa and arm hanging off the edge. Even though it's as cool as it's going to get in the room, he's still too warm. He waits ten minutes into the movie before deciding something needs to be done.
  "Hey, is it okay if I take off my shirt?" It's so blunt that he cringes as it leaves his mouth.
  You laugh and nod, "Sure. Are you hot?"
  He pulls his shirt off in one swift motion and throws it on the back of the couch. "Yeah, a little bit." He shrugs, flopping back onto the cushions.
  "Don't you have a fan or something?" You ask with furrowed brows.
  "No. I usually just..." he trails off. Embarrassment fills him at his almost admission.
  "Just what?" You sit up from your position, listening intently.
  He bites his lip in thought but one look at your concerned gaze gets him to spill. "Well, you're usually cold. Im usually hot. I kind of just wait for you to hold me to cool down. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable because I know you're hot so..." He breaks eye contact half way through, not able to handle the humiliation.
  "Peter," it's spoken so softly, "Is that why you haven't been hugging me?"
   "Yeah. I figured with it being hot, I would just make you hotter. Didn't want to overheat you." Peter explains.
  You stare at him in disbelief, "Oh my God we're idiots." You gasp.
  His head shoots up to glare at you in slight offence.
  "I haven't touched you because I was afraid you were too hot! Babe, I'm always cold, doesn't matter what time of year." You reach out a hand to touch his knee, cooling the patch of skin in seconds.
  "Wow, we really are stupid." Peter breathes out.
  You giggle and move your hand away, "So, we can agree that much cuddling is needed right?"
  "Absolutely." Peter opens his arms in invitation and you practically collapse onto him.
  You tuck your hands in between you, palms laid flat on his chest and legs stretched to keep contact with his. You both let out a relieved sigh, settling back into the cushions.
  "You know this won't last long don't you?" You ask, eyes closed in content.
  "Just shut up and enjoy it." Is his happily spoken answer.
  He closes his own eyes and rests a hand on your cold upper back, letting your cool skin lull him.
  And if aunt May came out to see you fast asleep tangled up in each other, well she obviously didn't take a picture.
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chirpsythismorning · 2 years
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Byler Getting Murray'd: Inevitable?
I never really humored the possibility of Will and Mike getting Murray'd at Murray's house, but recently I realized something...
When it comes to the whole lovers curse Murray has going on, both jancy and jopper were confronted directly at Murray's place, alone (granted jopper had Alexei present, but he couldn’t speak English).
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I'm not saying that Will and Mike would even for sure be alone, but I still think that it's very likely they will be 2 of the few (or many) who end up residing there at some point during season 5. (I also think it's likely we'll get a parallel shot similar to these two above, but involving Will and Mike).
Before I get into this, I urge you to check out this post first! It analyzes scenes from 2x05 when Jonathon and Nancy visited Murray's and how a lot of the details in those scenes, as well as the dialogue itself, foreshadowed endgame byler.
While I do have separate evidence below, for why byler could end up at Murray’s in s5, I still think that the Duffers leaving all those hints back then in 2x05, only to have byler themselves, on the literal cusp of coming to terms with their mutual feelings, ending up in that very setting in s5, would be pretty epic.
But basically, why I think this is all very likely is because Murray’s house isn't even a house, it's a warehouse. It was designed by a literal conspiracy theorist, aka a perfect safe house for the apocalypse.
Of the scenes we get at Murray's warehouse over the seasons, there's a focus on the remoteness of it, as well as it the safety it provides having numerous locks, security cameras, a rifle right next to the door, etc..
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(We even get a glimpse of it in s4, when Murray is taking an ice bath post-karate practice...)
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It's very likely Hopper's cabin won't be enough room for everyone, or maybe even anyone for very long, as it's not exactly safe long-term. While there's other places that are a possibility when it comes to locations in s5, Murray's warehouse is arguably the most fit for this upcoming storyline, meaning it's very likely it will be one of the main locations for the final season.
Why else would they have put so much emphasis on his house and all that comes with it, if they had no intention of circling back to it?
Also, why wasn't Murray with them upon their return to Hawkins at the end of s4? Well, probably because his warehouse is the only place he wants to be right now, and understandably so. Odds are that’s exactly where he’ll be waiting for our mains at the start of s5.
But it gets even better. Upon going back and rewatching the show recently, I noticed that in 3x08, there's a scene where they're planning for the kids to go to Murray's to hide-out. We get him literally handing over the keys to Jonathon and Nancy, explaining each individual key they'll need to get in (the keys are blue and yellow or whatever).
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Then we get a scene directly afterwards, of Joyce explaining to Will that he will be safe there.
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We can only theorize right now, but it's possible apocalypse-byler could end up alone at Murray's hiding out, seeing as that’s the trend thus far (mostly) with Murray's lovers curse on jancy and jopper. Also the ending of s4 seemed to emphasize on byler being side by side and sort of on their own at times, which could have been foreshadowing for their dynamic in s5.
But again, considering how safe of an option Murray's place is in general, I think that it's likely the other kids would come too. Maybe they would just follow through with their original plan at the end of s3, before the mind-flayer barged in and messed it all up. Maybe, again the parents will make attempts for the kids to not be involved initially, and so they'll ship them off to Murray's (though they'll inevitably rebel I presume).
I am curious about how it would play out with Murray though. I'm sort of in the middle on the spectrum, where idk if I even really want byler to be murray'd, while at the same time it's literally all I want...
Though I should admit regardless of what I want, the story is telling us that it’s inevitable...
I just don't know how it would go down. Would Murray go about it the same way he did with jancy and jopper and just tell them to cut the bs, or would it be more complex? I'm hoping the latter, but also with a twist that manages to somehow match his previous pattern in a way, because having it come full circle with parallels between all three pairings would just make it that much more amazing to watch and rewatch.
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if youre still doing the ocverse ask game, 3 and 19? 🥺
ougghhh i so totally still am. i'm mainly fixated on my stupid ass video game idea (working title is gods don't bleed but i want to change it bc it doesn't fit as well anymore)
forgive me if this is incoherent, my boyfriend dislocated his knee so i have to care for him, and work has been terrible and burned me out, so i'm definitely leaving some stuff out of my answers :(, but whatever!!
3.) any recurring images/elements?
absolutely yes. lots of imagery of plants and animals, for one. fire vs. ice too, yes i know it's a very commonly used trope but i like playing around with those two things, especially when i get to kinda subvert expectations with them. similarly with light vs. dark. and also colors vs black and white, both in terms of morality and in terms of actual visuals
19.) describe the sillies you think about but that dont go in the story.
in my mind, charity and fabian (the first two playable characters, and close friends) are exes. it's probably not going to be canonized, but it's also not going to be explicitly denied, so...
their first date was incredibly awkward, by the way. fabian was an ignorant rich kid who loved to pry and stick his nose in others' business and not let up until he knew everything about a situation, while charity was freshly in the "my mom and i were homeless, got taken in by a man, and then that man turned out to be very very bad so we had to flee the state and come to this small piece of shit town where no one realizes how privileged they are, and this all sucks, and i don't want to talk about it" mindset. they were also both 14-15 which is the worst age to be. they broke up so fast after this but now they've got a really solid friendship going a few years later, and charity has a different (cooler) partner
also, so many silly bits of dialogue that... i'm not sure they'll go into the game at all, or if they do, whether they'll just be optional bits. but some favorites include (formatted sorta like they would be in my script document):
KIMBERLY: Oh, hey, Fabián, you're in French 2 with me next semester. JAMAL: Wh... what? People actually take French? I thought that was a myth. FABIÁN: Well, I already know Spanish since everyone on my mom's side and, like, half of my dad's side speaks it. So I thought taking Spanish would be way too easy. CHARITY: You stupid son of a bitch. That's exactly why you should take Spanish.
ACE: Holy shit, I just got stung by a bee! FABIÁN: Are you ok??? Ace pulls the stinger out of their face ACE: LOOK! It's still pumping venom! That's so cool! CHARITY: What the fuck is wrong with you? ACE: What's wrong with you? Lookit!
JAMAL: Hey. Kimbie. KIMBERLY: Don't call me that, please. What is it? JAMAL: Spell ICUP. KIMBERLY: "ICUP?" JAMAL: Spell it. KIMBERLY: That's not a real word. Fake words don't have spellings. JAMAL: Can you at least try? KIMBERLY: Oh. Wait. I see. I-K-U-P. JAMAL: ... KIMBERLY: Does that suffice? Jamal looks as though he's about to cry. [Later that same day] JAMAL: Hey, uh, hey Kimbi-- Kimberly. Is it just me, or is your outfit kind of, uh, "updog?" KIMBERLY: What? JAMAL: Your outfit's kind of "updog." KIMBERLY: What does "updog" mean? JAMAL: ........Can you........... rephrase that, please? KIMBERLY: ? No. JAMAL: :/
also, there's a period of time when kimberly is in 9th grade where she gets really intensely into astrology. specifically so that she can Know A Lot About A Thing that other people don't know as much about. she'll see someone doing something, walk up to them and be like "what are you, an aries venus?" and when they don't understand the reference she'll be like "never mind :)" and feel smart. she no longer does this in the game because she realizes that's so cringe. and she has OTHER science to do, dammit!! (like proving the Weird Kid at school is a literal alien)
another fun fact: kimberly (resident genius) and jamal (who does not give a shit about academics) play chess together one time and jamal wins because kimberly is so perplexed by his newbie moves that she doesn't know how to respond to them.
oh... i didnt realize i had this many sillies... cool :)
yall are encouraged to send more asks if you want i love these blorbos
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incarnateirony · 2 years
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We need to talk about the tattoo.
I know, all lanes just cringed in variable anger or exhaustion. But listen.
I get it. I get stans just impulsively wanting to stan their fave. But right now, there's a LOT of nuanced Americas history going on here, and a lot of people--a mix of OUSA people that reasonably don't know, and US people that had a lot purposefully omitted from their textbooks--that's making this whole discussion BAD.
I'm going to say it. The best possible read on this, for Jared Padalecki, is that he's a gun nut.
There, I said it.
But what I need OUSA people to understand is how normal that is in the US, much less in texas. Even some democrats have unreasonable amounts of guns. I literally just had a teammate leave my workplace because he enthusiastically got a job as an armorer, when otherwise he's a regular dude.
Do I agree with it? No. But I need everyone, fans and haters of his both, to sit here and just realize like. This isn't the UK. This isn't whereverthefuckistan. So we need to look at it in context of the culture.
But that says as much for the defense arguments. For example, "oh, he's not a gun nut, gun nuts just APPROPRIATED IT!"
The phrase "Come and Take It" was basically the declaration of "fuck you, Mexicans, we're stealing Texas." In fact, Ulysses Grant published in memoirs that this Texas Revolution and slogan were huge motivators setting off what became the Civil War, with a similar mindset.
Resultingly, the entire thing is premised on, well, white nationalism. The thing is, white nationalists and gun extremists share a 99.9% venn diagram. But gun ownership in some degree of exception is generally accepted by the public, so they repackaged their OWN MENTALITY into one easier to onboard, and less with the nationalist associations.
Which is why I'm saying, the real best read of this, is Jared is a gun nut. How people negotiate his Joe Rogan listening, his Tulsi support, ICE sympathy, and whatever else as if they operate in a vaccuum is its own business.
But a lot of people keep screaming "It's just Texas pride!" Thanks, that's exactly what the white nationalists scream, so sit and look at where that fucking pride originates in. like we haven't heard this shit a million times about the confederate flag too. "It's about independence!!!"
Whereas the idea of History Casuals That Support Guns getting a rebranded tattoo oblivious to the history is just that. About the same energy as getting a japanese tattoo the artist lies to you about the meaning of, but dosed on politics.
So yeah. What his own fandom needs to do is come to terms with: they are not jared padalecki, they do not personally know jared padalecki, but even in the best case scenario, they may need to accept that his views on something like guns might not agree with theirs, and that their idealization is the thing that needs to prove itself as the reality, not the messages the man is inking on his skin, himself.
But don't do it at the cost of casually spraying white nationalism you don't even realise is white nationalism because you tried to google an answer and don't realize some site's source is basically breitbart.
god.
not all performers will perfectly fit your world view. in fact, very few will. But acting like people are just making it up is WILD.
It may be time to go "Hm, I like Jared Padalecki a lot, and I disagree very much with his gun politics, assuming that's what it is. I do feel he does other good things over here, but people who criticize him for this might be right."
There! Mature adult processing of reality! You can decide its scale of importance to you. But stop building AUs where people who *do* have these reasonable association concerns just "made it up" just because you don't like it either. That's up to you to negotiate your values with. It won't change the real dude.
You can either let your political views guide your fandom, or you can just eschew those, stop trying for moral high ground and let fandom guide your politics. That's your choice. But be honest about that before trying to "silence opposition" or whatever weird digital thing you think you're accomplishing.
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1 through 9 for Tara pls :3
Aaaa thank you!!
1. What is your ocs full name? Does this name have any special meaning/history?
Tara actually got her mother's last name. Her father found it more fitting as he left his (human) family behind to live with his wife. Her name is Tara Lunarsong, but by the time she's kidnapped by mind flayers, she just goes by Tara.
2. Does your oc have any nicknames? How did they get these nicknames?
After murdering her Master, people began calling her the Lily of the Valley, as they saw her as a cunning wizard who seduced him just to kill him.
Once she and Wyll pursue a more romantic relationship, he calls her 'his heart's queen'
3. How old is your oc?
I think she'd be somewhere early to mid twenties.
4. Does your oc have a defining physical trait? What makes this feature unique?
Besides dark raven curls, most people often notice her tattoos first. She has three flying birds tattooed on her cheekbone. It's very personal to her.
5. Does your oc have a defining personality trait? Why does this trait define them?
While minstrels make her out to be a poisonous, ruthless killer, she is actually pretty selfless. She likes to take care of herself, of course, but if she and someone else were in a desert and she only had one bottle of water, she'd give it to the other person. People who actually meet her are often surprised by this, especially because of the rumors spread about her.
6. What’s your oc’s current job and what’s their dream job? Do these jobs differ?
Tara actually never had a job. For a big part of her life, she's been an apprentice under her Master. She knows she's a good wizard - a great one, actually - but most of all, she misses living in a forest. As an outlander, it's where she feels most at home. If anything, she'd love to take up farming.
7. How would you describe your oc’s style? How would they describe their style?
I'd describe her style as medieval gothic. The clothing in Baldur's Gate 3 has a very specific style and it's been fun trying to come up with something that'd fit in game, while also having very dark colors. For Tara I took a lot of inspiration from Yennefer (The Witcher) and Morrigan (Dragon Age). I also took some inspiration from A Song of Ice and Fire, in terms of clothing style.
8. What is your oc’s relationship status? Are they content with this?
Her relationship with Wyll is complicated. First, they're both haunted by their own ghosts (For Tara, it's her Master, and for Wyll, it's Mizora), but even after they're both freed, they encounter their own struggles. Still, the two always find a way back to each other, time and time again. As they grow older, they both realize they want to stop running.
I like to think they retire to a small farm.
9. How would you describe your oc’s personality? How would they describe their personality?
Tara can seem very cold and uncaring when you first see her. But the truth is, she's built walls around herself. Granted, those walls aren't hard to break down, but she builds them anyway. She really struggles with trusting people and prefers to keep her true personality hidden until she knows she can trust you. When she does trust you, she's a loyal friend, who'll stick with you through thick and thin. Underneath her cold exterior, is just a woman who wants to be loved.
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In the hierarchy of Black male hairstyles that capture the complex duality of his position in America, none is higher than the Jheri curl. By itself, the hairstyle is a chemical manipulation of one’s God-given curl pattern that creates luxurious, flowing curls. During the 1970s and the late ’80s, Jheri curls were the preferred hairstyle of West Coast gang members, making the mashup of stern-faced violence and soft (possibly even moist), flamboyant curls strange bedfellows. The dichotomy was an opulent disturbance, a menacing luxuriousness. A juxtaposition of wealth framed by violence — both impending and imagined.
A beautiful mess.
Ice Cube and Tucker Carlson are jumbo shrimp.
They are amazingly awful. They are icy hot.
Carlson is the Jheri curl on top of Ice Cube’s head.
It makes no sense. And yet here we are, in the year of our Lord Beyoncé, with the sentient soggy boat shoe and the man who gave us “Fuck tha Police” joining forces to vibrate over their nonconformity.
Recently, Carlson, the perpetually stiff business suit, and O’Shea Jackson, bka Ice Cube, the fitted baseball cap, appeared on video for a conversation about topics like the police, race, inflation, Black people, more race, cancel culture and race.
Cube labels himself an independent thinker and believes that this scares most in the mainstream, who are locked into the matrix of sheep thinking. He believes that because he’s defiant in his independent thought, he’s finding himself on the outside looking in with most conversations.
“I tried to go on ′The View’ — they didn’t have me on ′The View,’” Ice Cube told Carlson.
“A few of the [hosts] ... just really didn’t like where I was coming from,” he continued. ”That’s what I was told by the producers. I don’t know if the producers was just copping out and using some of the hosts to not have me come on and explain myself.”
It didn’t occur to Cube that “The View” didn’t want anything to do with his unvaccinated ass. Or that they had no use for his quasi-Republican position on politics. According to Cube, the issue was that he’s not willing to “go along to get along.”
See, Ice Cube is a Black man who believes he’s at the unique precipice of free thought. Not quite hotep and not full MAGA, he has what he believes are unconventional thoughts on how Black America can not only survive, but thrive in a two-party system that doesn’t appear to care about Black people’s needs. And this is where Ice Cube isn’t wrong. Democrats take Black women for granted, which is wild when you realize that they are the backbone of the Democratic Party. Black women not only disproportionately vote Democrat, they have actually saved America more than a few times.
But that doesn’t mean you completely abandon the party. Ice Cube seems to believe that cozying up to the opposition — which includes bigots like Tucker Carlson and Donald Trump, the former president turned indictment hound — is the way to Black America’s promised land. But Cube completely misses that those he’s spending time with are partly to blame for why we’re here. Carlson is not an impartial participant; he’s grand wizard No. 1 of pot-stirring a potential race war. He’s built his entire career around saying the things that racists believe while acting as if he’s not a racist.
Like defending the “great replacement” theory but not calling it out by name:
I know that the left and all the little gatekeepers on Twitter become literally hysterical if you use the term ‘replacement,’ if you suggest that the Democratic Party is trying to replace the current electorate, the voters now casting ballots, with new people, more obedient voters from the Third World. But they become hysterical because that’s what’s happening actually. Let’s just say it: That’s true.
Or claiming that “criminal white supremacy ... doesn’t exist”:
Or going on and on about his apparent hatred for diversity:
Ice Cube is not a stupid man. He’s one of the few early hip-hop stars who has parlayed a rap career into a successful acting career and turned three-on-three basketball with washed-up NBA players — which could have easily been a laughable exhibition — into something of a sport. So it’s disingenuous for Cube to act as though he’s just sitting across from a journalist and having an exchange of thoughts when Carlson is not only an architect of chaos, but using his platform to spread vicious stereotypes about the people Cube claims to love.
So the two men do the dance — Carlson, the perpetually wide-eyed bigot who acts as if he doesn’t know that Cube has crossed over to the dark side, and Cube, the prophetic lyricist whose narcissism can’t handle that his “Contract With Black America” wasn’t warmly received by Democrats.
Oh, you didn’t know that’s what started it? Then let me take you back. In 2020, Cube created a manifesto born of the Black uprising after the police killings of unarmed Black men, women and children. Cube considered it a living document that would be a start to address, among other things, police and prison reform. Democrats liked the plan but didn’t act on it. However, Trump’s 2020 campaign reached out to Cube to incorporate portions of the CWBA into a document it was working on, called the “Platinum Plan.” While Cube never met with Trump, that didn’t stop the campaign from clout-chasing off Cube’s name.
“Leaders gonna lead, haters gonna hate,” Katrina Pierson, a senior adviser to the 2020 campaign, wrote online after noting that Cube helped with the Platinum Plan. “Thank you for leading!”
Cube then went on a world news tour explaining himself while losing more ground.
“Every side is the Darkside for us here in America,” he tweeted, while defending his work with Trump. “They’re all the same until something changes for us. They all lie and they all cheat but we can’t afford not to negotiate with whoever is in power or our condition in this country will never change. Our justice is bipartisan.”
Except it isn’t. There are limits to this shit. Not everyone is privy to the conversation. What’s saddest about Ice Cube filming an interview and car ride around Los Angeles with Carlson is that he’s not even wise enough to realize he’s being played. The conversation isn’t furthering race relations in this country; it’s actually empowering Carlson’s beliefs about the ineffectiveness of Barack Obama’s presidency and the Black Lives Matter movement. And it’s difficult to hear Carlson call Cube one of the “least obedient entertainers in LA.”
But this is what happens when money grows up. In truth, Tucker Carlson and Ice Cube are just two abundantly wealthy men riding around Cube’s former neighborhood and laughing from the comfort of their chauffeur-driven vehicle. At one point, the two men end up behind a tour bus taking riders through historic movie locations in Los Angeles. It’s a surreal moment, as the back of the bus is emblazoned with photos of a young Cube from his days in the group N.W.A. At one point, Carlson asks if Cube wants to get out and say “hi” to the people on the bus, who are surely his fans.
“No,” Cube says emphatically. “Not unless they want to give us money.”
And there it is, folks. No need to stare longingly for the person Cube used to be, as even he wouldn’t recognize himself. Tucker Carlson and Ice Cube are just two capitalists sharing a moment that doesn’t look like anything we ever thought we’d see, and yet somehow it makes sense.
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heroesandlovers · 2 years
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Nancy Drew 3x02 "The Journey of the Dangerous Mind"
First, I really like Connor the morgue guy and I hope he keeps coming back. S4 with he and Ace in the morgue will be EXCELLENT.
‘Two dead guys both with ice boxes where their heart should be?- I vote Temperance."- Me too George!
Temperance comes into the police station. Agent Park pawns her off on the new Community Liaison. She tells Nancy that she actually has a way to solve the murders. She takes Nancy back to Icarus Hall and convinces her to do a memory weave. She wants to access Nancy’s memories to see if she can actually remember seeing the latest victim and/or the killer before the accident happened.
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It works! They saw the killer get out of the van so now they have a lead. But Nancy at what cost! Maybe we should ask about the long term implications of a memory weave.
Nick and Ace
It seems cruel to make Nick be the one to watch the autopsy BUT Nick and Ace interacting is everything I didn’t know I needed.
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Bess is worried about Ace’s interactions with the Bobbsey’s and in her newfound interest in exploring her Woman in White ancestor’s magical hobbies, she finds a protection spell to put him. This seems to backfire as he ends up with a pigheart in his eye and is nearly stabbed by a meat hook (a meat hook really?), and then slips in a puzzle of melted heart ice. Bess thinks she may have screwed up her protection spell. She goes to Icarus Hall for help and is drawn in by Temperance’s offer to help. Temperance has all the knowledge and skills that have recently become so appealing to Bess.
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Nancy and Park. Nancy seems truly taken by Park. This is the first time someone from the police station hasn’t just dismissed her contributions out of hand. He’s acknowledging her role and contribution. And I think she’s vulnerable right now too. She had just discovered she had feelings for Ace but hasn’t really had time to process them, she’s repressing them cause he’s unavailable to her right now. So the combination of that vulnerability and the attention and validation she is getting from Park is awfully attractive to her right now.
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Ryan and Carson learn some lessons about fatherhood. Ryan is learning for the FIRST time while Carson is struggling a bit to let Nancy be an independent adult, especially one with a penchant for running into dangerous situations.
Both of them, and Nancy, all realize they have to meet halfway. It’s a sweet scene.
Nick and the Fans
That sounds like a (not very good) band name
George lost the ring and enlists her sister’s help in covering for her with Nick. Which leads to Nick thinking that the Fan family is icing him out.
Ultimately, Nick finds out that the middle sister Charlie had taken it. She was nervous about George and Nick marrying because it may mean George would leave. The Fan girls have not seen observed good relationships from their caretakers in the past so it’s not surprising they would get nervous.
I love Nick’s relationship with the Fan sisters. They have not had a good male role model. George has been their make-shift Mom which..may not be the healthiest thing for an older sister to be but it is what it is and I personally love how easily Nick fits in their life and how much he seems to WANT to be a part of their lives.
Aceism
“No (I’ve never done this before). But I watched a YouTube video”
“So how is engaged life?”
“I got pig heart in my eyeball”- I mean not really a quippy response but..who else could you imagine saying this.
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i never went to oovoo javer
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title: i never went to oovoo javer
pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (BKDK)
genre: fluff, humor, crack, quirkless!au
word count: 3.1k
summary: Katsuki regrets agreeing to have a night out with Shitty Hair and Dunce Face. What he doesn’t regret is calling up an Uber after dropping off his idiot friends and meeting one of the most attractive bachelors the small town of Musutafu has to offer.
Or
Katsuki panics after realizing that his Uber driver, Izuku, was the hottest piece of ass he’s ever laid eyes on.
A/N: whoops i forgot to post this on tumblr too. it’s just brainrot i promise. this is what i vomit out when i get surgery c:
read on ao3
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“Soooooo, Bakubabe!” Denki slurs his words as the flush in his cheeks glow a bright red. He takes another swig of his drink before turning his attention back to his explosive friend. “I met a girl at the gas station near my apartment yesterday, and I think you’d totally match well with her!”
“I’m not fuckin’ looking for someone to hook up with right now, Dunce Face.” Katsuki scowls at the other blonde’s words. “Especially, not with some chick that you met at a shitty gas station.”
“But, you’ve been so grumpy and being a meanie,” Denki complains. “I’m pretty sure you just gotta get laid. You know? Live your life a little!”
Eijirou, who’s equally as drunk as Denki, brings a fist down onto the table loudly earning him a few glares from other customers around the bar. “Yeah, man! You’re starting graduate school in a few weeks, but you haven’t hooked up with anyone for the past four years since all you’ve done is study. This is the first time you even agreed to go out with us in months!”
Denki nods his head vigorously in agreement.
“First of all, we literally saw each other last week. I made you food in my own kitchen because your sorry asses can barely even touch a microwave without burning something,” Katsuki bites back. He hears Eijirou whine about how ‘hanging out at home is different than going out’, but Katsuki chooses to ignore him and continue with his spiel. “Second, I’ve got better shit to do than have flings with people that I can’t stand or don’t mean anything to me. I’m all or nothing.”
Denki flails his arms out dramatically. “You’re not even giving anyone a chance though! I get that you’d prefer a more long term relationship, but you’ve been single since forever, and you never agree to meet with anyone we try to set you up with.”
“Because none of them are ever fucking good enough!”
“Then, why don’t you tell us what is good enough? Everyone’s got things they look for. Tell us what your ideal type is for a partner and maybe we could help you out.” Eijirou suggests.
Huh. The question makes Katsuki pause for a moment. He may not be actively searching to date, but he has thought about this very topic every once in a while. Typically on particularly lonely nights when he’s home alone shoving spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth while rewatching the romantic comedy films he hides in the corner of his closet.
Eijirou and Denki both notice the sudden hesitance. They look at each other before sporting matching cheshire grins.
“So you do have an ideal type!” Eijirou snaps his fingers like he’s discovered all the wonders of the world. “What are they like? Are they hot? Do you like people with tattoos? Piercings?”
“I’m not telling you shit, Shitty Hair!”
Denki grabs some of his hair in frustration. “Come on, dude! You’ve gotta give us something to work with! Does your ideal type have funky hair? Maybe you secretly love dad bods? I know a guy that’s really into knees一”
Katsuki spends the next couple of minutes groaning to himself as his friends continue to pester him with annoying questions one after the other. His patience starts to run thin, and he doesn’t think he can take any more of this.
“Alright! Fuck off!”
Denki and Eijirou immediately shut up at the angry blonde’s outburst and wait with anticipation.
“I-I don’t know. I guess guys that are fit? Not too much muscle, but just enough to look healthy. Freckles are fine and whatever.”
The two friends continue to listen intently as Katsuki begins to ramble on.
“And, they’ve gotta have more than two brain cells; smart. They gotta be able to keep up with me.”
“I can’t stand assholes that go out and party a lot. I prefer someone who has a good balance between wanting to have a night in and going out to try something new.”
“They also can’t be smelling like shit that just walked out after taking a shower in heavy cologne. None of that flowery stuff either. Woodsy is fine.”
“And, fuck, I like it when people are super passionate about something they love?”
The sound of glass clinking together on the other side of the bar snaps Katsuki out of his trance and he finally notices the disgusting googly eyes his friends are giving him.
Denki smirks. “Who knew Bakugou could be so romantic?”
Katsuki flips him off.
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Who the fuck gets this drunk at 10pm on a Wednesday night?
Katsuki is fuming in his seat as he watches Eijirou almost faceplant into his half eaten plate of nachos. Denki isn’t doing any better since he’s now cradling a spoon in his hands and murmuring a lullaby out of tune. It was time to go.
Katsuki throws down a wad of cash onto the check and takes one last sip of his glass of water before dragging his friends out the bar and into the parking lot.
Yes, his fucking glass of water because the two idiots decided to drive here together when they knew they were going to get drunk and now he has to drive them home in Denki’s car. As much as he knows he’s an asshole, Katsuki was not going to leave his friend’s car in some sketchy part of the neighborhood.
Katsuki digs through Denki’s pockets and locates his car keys before shoving both men into the back seat. He sits in the driver’s seat and immediately starts driving towards his friends’ shared apartment. Luckily, it’s not too far of a drive from the bar and he reaches his destination without any other disturbances other than the spontaneous hiccups from the drunk men behind him.
Once Denki and Eijirou are both hauled into the apartment and into their respective rooms, Katsuki shoots their other roommate a brief text.
Soy Sauce Face. Check up on idiot #1 and idiot #2 when you get home from work later. They’re drunk af
Katsuki receives a thumbs up from the other male a few seconds later and he lets out a sigh. Now all that’s left to do was figure out how the hell he was gonna get home. There was no way he was staying at this pigsty of an apartment, especially if there was a chance that his friends would end up whining about their hangover the next morning when he’s trying to get his beauty sleep.
His apartment was about half an hour away, so taking an Uber might cost a bit, but he’ll just make Denki and Eijirou pay him back for all the suffering they’ve caused. It wasn’t even 11pm yet either, so an Uber might not be too bad.
As long as his driver wasn’t a total ass.
Katsuki orders the Uber off his phone and locks up the apartment with his spare key. He walks down to the front of the complex and jots down a couple groceries that he needs to pick up tomorrow as he waits.
A few minutes later, a car pulls up next to the blonde with the passenger side closer to him and Katsuki recognizes that it’s a green Mini Cooper. The window in front of him slides down and he hears a chill Lo-Fi song playing in the background as the driver comes into view. Katsuki almost chokes on his spit because holy shit.
Sitting at the driver’s seat was a young adult male with fluffy, dark green curls and a body built like a literal god. His toned arms were languidly placed around the steering wheel while firm thighs were pressed against the cushioned seats. To Katsuki, it was an absolute sin that such a fit person also had the biggest innocent looking eyes he’s ever seen with a button nose on an absolutely adorable face and oh, fuck, are those freckles??
“Hi! Are you Bakugou Katsuki?”
He also sounds like a fucking angel!
With all this storming through Katsuki’s mind, he still sported his usual resting bitch face and leaned down while glancing at his Uber app. “You, Deku?”
The Uber driver raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Deku?”
“Yeah. My Uber driver.” Katsuki turns his phone so that it’s facing the other man.
“Oh, that says Izuku. You probably read the kanji wrong.”
“Whatever, Deku.” Katsuki opened the car door and desperately willed his ears to stop reddening. It definitely didn’t help that he had a full view of how thick Izuku’s ass was now that Katsuki was sitting right beside him. Like, damn. Katsuki prayed for his driver not to be a total ass, but he definitely was not complaining about that ass.
Izuku blinks owlishly at Katsuki blatantly ignoring the correction before shrugging his shoulders and gesturing at the backseat. “Sorry about the clutter in the back!”
When Katsuki looks back, he sees a few cardboard boxes and empty suitcases littering the seats. The clutter was somewhat unusual, but the front seats were pretty clean and spacious, so it didn’t really bother him. “S’fine.”
“I was helping someone move and didn’t have enough time to get rid of some things before starting my shift,” Izuku explains as he inputs Katsuki’s address into his car’s GPS.
Katsuki tried not to look too interested by casually resting his elbow on the center console as he asked nervously, “Boyfriend?”
Since when did the Bakugou Katsuki care about other people’s love lives? Especially about some stranger? He literally just got in the car.
Izuku shook his head. “No, just a friend. I’m actually not seeing anyone right now.”
HELL YEAH.
Katsuki takes in a deep breath and immediately gets a whiff of a subtle, earthy fragrance permeating the inside of the car. It smells like pine wood with a hint of mint, and he actually quite liked the scent. Not wanting to give away the internal whooping and cheering going on in his mind, Katsuki redirects the conversation to the scent, “I like your air freshener. Smells good.”
Real smooth. I’m sure that’ll get his attention.
Izuku takes his foot off the brake to start driving and looks around the street to make sure he didn’t hit anything, leaving Katsuki to have a nice view of his side profile. “Oh, my air freshener actually ran out last week and I keep forgetting to replace it. You might be smelling my cologne. I hope it’s not too strong!”
FUCK. He just indirectly told Izuku that he smelled good. Way to go, Katsuki. You’re making a complete fool out of yourself in front of possibly one of the hottest people you’ve ever met.
The car exits the neighborhood and only the sound of soft music fills the air which leaves Katsuki sweating.
“So,” Izuku starts, “how was your day, Mr. Bakugou?”
Izuku is one of those Uber drivers. Katsuki absolutely detests small talk and would rather slam his head against the front of the car multiple times than take part in it.
“Katsuki.”
So, why the fuck did he answer, and why the fuck did he just respond with his first name?
Izuku gives a quick glance at the blonde from the side of his eyes before turning back to the road. “Hm? Would you prefer I call you that? I don’t mind! Then, how was your day, Kachik一Katshu一Kach一”
Katsuki has a smug grin on his face and leans closer to the now flustered male. “Having trouble there, Deku?”
“I told you it’s Izuku!”
Katsuki just hums uncaringly and continues to grin.
Izuku huffs and pouts. “Fine! Then, I’ll just call you, um…Kacchan!”
Shit. That’s cute. Katsuki thinks as he crosses his arm and pinches the skin on the corner of his elbow to keep himself from reacting. “Do whatever you want, nerd.”
The car approaches a red light before coming to a stop and the two are immersed in another moment of awkward silence. Katsuki’s ears redden once again as he turns his head to look out his window and focuses his eyes on the blinking walking symbol, trying to build up the courage to say something. Here goes nothing, “My day was fine.”
He sees Izuku smile widely out of the corners of his eyes. Definitely worth it.
The two talk about a few other topics during the drive, including Katsuki’s all time favorite comic book hero, All Might, who just happens to be the same hero Izuku’s been obsessed with since he was a child as well. The Uber driver had sheepishly told him that he took down all of his All Might merch from his car so that he doesn’t scare off the people he’s been giving rides for. Katsuki had taken out a small All Might Plush keychain from the glove compartment and hung it on the rearview mirror rightfully where it belonged. He earned himself another blinding smile from Izuku.
Katsuki also learned that Izuku loved to work out everyday, which explains why the freckled male had calloused hands and killer thighs. The blonde smirked when he caught Izuku blushing after a compliment was sent his way.
At some point, Katsuki mentions that he’s about to head off to graduate school in a couple weeks to start studying for his PhD in chemical engineering and Izuku almost swerves the car in excitement.
“That’s so cool!” Izuku is practically vibrating in his seat. “We’re both in the engineering crew then! I’m getting my PhD in biomedical engineering!”
He’s smart too?? How the hell is this guy so perfect?
Katsuki’s eyebrows raise with curiosity. “What school are you going to?”
“UA!”
“Shit, me too.”
That means this might not be the last time Katsuki sees Izuku around. He wants to kiss the universe for giving him such a lucky break. Not as much as he wants to kiss the man next to him but whatever.
The car is only about a minute or two away from Katsuki’s apartment when Izuku suddenly brakes hard. Katsuki is startled by the abrupt jerking motion and is about to question what’s wrong when he notices a deranged looking man standing in front of the car. The stranger starts yelling curses and accusing Izuku of running him over even though that clearly didn’t happen.
How dare this man try to ruin Katsuki’s non-date Uber drive with Izuku?! The blonde is about to unbuckle his seatbelt and give this dude a piece of his mind when Izuku quickly pulls down his window and sticks his head outside.
“Try that on the next bitch! I have a dash cam, motherfucker!”
Oh. Katsuki didn’t think he could become even more whipped for this man, but he was just deliciously proven wrong. He doesn’t even try to calm down his racing heart this time.
The crazy stranger has a terrified expression on his face and promptly runs away to disappear into the night. Izuku grumbles for a bit at the inconvenience and then suddenly freezes in place, remembering that there was someone else in the car with him.
“Shi一Um…” Izuku rubs the back of his neck nervously and avoids Katsuki’s gaze. “That doesn’t happen very often…”
Katsuki is still too enamored to form any coherent words so he simply nods his head in acknowledgement. “Hm…”
“C-could you just forget that ever happened?”
As much as Katsuki wants to tease the nerd, he decides to save it for another day. Their time together is almost over and he wants to make the most of it, which is also why Katsuki can’t stop the next words from leaving his lips, “Nah, you’re good. That was kinda hot.”
Izuku lets out a strangled squeak and he turns red all the way from the bottom of his neck to the top of his head. The blush doesn’t die down even as they slowly approach Katsuki’s apartment complex.
Katsuki doesn’t move even as the car stops and Izuku parks. The blonde starts shaking a leg anxiously since he’s not entirely sure how to go about saying bye to Izuku. Hey, cut him some slack. He hasn’t been interested in anyone like this for the past four years. The only thing he can think of doing is pulling out one of the napkins he pocketed from the bar and borrowing one of the pens Izuku kept in his cup holder to write something down.
Izuku breaks the silence first, “I一it was nice meeting you, Kacchan! Maybe we’ll run into each other at school! W-we could study together or grab some lunch or something…only if you want to, of course! I don’t want to force you to hang out with me or anything.”
Now that won’t do.
Katsuki interrupts Izuku’s rambling as he roughly grabs onto the front of the freckled man’s jacket and pulls him in his direction. Katsuki hears Izuku let out a yelp as he stops the man’s  face a mere few centimeters from his own to give the other time to pull away if he wanted to. 
Katsuki holds his breath when Izuku doesn’t pull away. Instead, the nerd shuts his eyes closed and fills in the remaining distance between their lips. The two share a deep kiss for a few seconds before pulling away slightly and resting their foreheads against one another.
Despite the moment of peace, Katsuki suddenly feels overwhelmed by the situation and draws back quickly.
Izuku is startled when Katsuki shoves a napkin in his face and leaves the car with a resounding slam. When he looks down at the fallen napkin, he sees a phone number and the name ‘Kacchan’ signed underneath. If Katsuki had looked back at all he would’ve witnessed the absolute flustered, yet giddy mess he had left Izuku in.
Katsuki hastily makes his way up the stairs to his apartment and loudly shuts his front door behind him, uncaring if he just woke up his neighbors. He leans against the door and slides down.
I fucked up. Why couldn’t he do anything right? It was going so well! And, then he just had to go and get all worked up like a fucking weak ass一
Katsuki’s phone vibrates.
The blonde fumbles with his phone and turns on the screen without blinking.
Hi Kacchan! This is Deku! Maybe we could go see that new All Might movie together next week?
Did Katsuki gently put his phone down momentarily and kick his feet into the air while squealing like some stereotypical teenage girl getting a confession from her long term crush?
No. No, the fuck he did not.
…it’s not like anyone would ever know.
After having his moment of bliss, Katsuki responds to the text with a nonchalant ‘Sure, nerd. I’ll pick you up this time.’ before switching to the Uber app.
Katsuki gives Izuku a five star rating.
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lauras-happy-place · 2 years
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Hey i just saw your post about you mentioning being enby? Did you come out in school? Or how did you realise? Can you please tell more?
Hi! Sure :) (Edit: sorry for the length]
In school I was on good terms with every single classmate of mine, but I wasn’t really friends with anyone. Like the type you go and do stuff together outside of school. So I felt pretty comfortable but I still came out the 1st year as bisexual (now I know I’m ace and pan), but I didn’t think much about my gender identity.
The class noticed how I didn’t fit neither groups, but the thought of “genders” wasn’t really formed in their minds. Let me explain. If I wore something feminine both them and I thought it was off and same with masc stuff. But, again, this wasn’t a formed thought. So I wore whatever I felt confident in and that suited me. Soon people used terms like “that’s a very Laura outfit” and stuff. Not in a mean way. “Laura” became a term for neither femme or masc.
I only now, looking back do I realize that that was clear indication of me being nonbinary.
Also, people my age never treated me during high school as a lady nor a tomboy or anything. I was just simply Laura. Noone were misogynistic towards me, or being a creep so that was nice. But the downside was that I never had girl/boyfriend. Everyone was straight at my school and the guys wanted girly girls and well, there were no non straight girls so-
But that’s okay. To this day I never feel like people put gender roles on me. And I found out that people are comfortable around me for that. Even if people don’t want to admit, it’s nice to see through genders and not have to consider it while interacting. I never come out to anyone because I don’t feel the need. They already treat me the way I’d like them to. (I also look really young, so that must play into it too lol)
But I don’t want it to seem like I’m fine with it too much. I really want a partner and it’s beyond difficult as an ace enby person :( I’m so full of love and it’s just bleeeehhh so hard ugh yk? I don’t wanna get too soppy. Whatevs.
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jonathankatwhatever · 11 months
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In the MM Storyline, the first intimacy is sleeping together so he can learn how she experiences the process of becoming her each day, with the idea this will illuminate how he experiences that for himself. I just experienced that. I fixed on the idea of deferred gratification. It came to me while I was cutting up moldy bread for the birds which I put out just before realizing I forgot to cut out the moldy parts so I had to stop to soak it all down, which was my solution to the oops. Analytic to an End because no matter whether that decision is correct or not, or whether I could have done better (like by hand gathering every bit), that is the finite End which means this happened and cannot be undone, meaning that has counted, has wound, has been Registered.
So, let’s take a 7 or a 13. First, 4*13 hasn’t been explored at all. In CM terms, is that a connection to D12 so a Thing is the IC of L13 + D12, which is 2SBE2. So 13 is 2SBE2 + 1, and that means 4*13 is 4 Attachments to a 2SBE2. That is visual as a pyramid above L13, since the grid makes IC explicitly now - as per yesterday, to be honest - so LayerView now maps exactly to the labels ++ et al. And that End of 52 at that Bip connects then over some Thing which is identified by its 2SBE2 to describe the Thing made of both of these images, of the pyramid plus the 2SBE2. Again, this means a Thing is formed of 2Things. I can’t think of them as subThings because that imposes a hierarchy and generally a sense of direction. I mean that you can treat a Thing as bigger, as combining 2 sets, or as smaller, as combining parts of sets into a smaller set, like into a finite set. The one is created on top of, so it’s bigger, and the other is created below, so it is smaller, and they’re the same Thing. That’s inherent to I//I, that existence has to invert. I’m thinking about existence at this level, not at the physical, though that’s important. Let me start a new paragraph.
Existence has to invert is true because physical existence is an inversion of 1Space into 0Space so we fit as the 1 in the 0-1-0 of the enclosing 1Space. That sentence explains a lot about people. I’m startled by the depth of what I’m experiencing. It’s too much to put into words. I see weight, how behaviors fill gaps, how renormalization connects through the generation of the finite. That last grabs attention.
Analytic to the Ends, which means known, which translates to measurable. We finally got the full connection to renormalization as a grid squares effect, as a result of the way existence actually works. Feynman would love this. Hey, Dick, here’s the why. Sorry it took so long.
Measurable. A beat, a count, Lebesgue measure is of course a formulation of the concept of edges. Wow. That was deep and really came out of nowhere. I mean I typed measurable, tried to look it up, got lost on Facebook for a minute, thought about how it feels weird to log on and not know what people have been posting and that this impacts how I feel about the app, that there’s an element of discouragement because liking now means showing you didn’t know, then finally looking up Lebesgue measure, and this hitting me right away. This then is a second fundamental proof of the fundamental theorem of I//I over gs, that we define edges using Lebesgue measures and thus calculate within the 0Space exactly as we generate.
I need a break. Need some food.
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lizziethereader · 3 years
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Shelf-Confidence BPC | April 2021 | 8. Let It Go 
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nightcolorz · 3 years
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Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:
Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.
Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.
Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).
Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍
Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.
The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.
Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.
Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).
The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.
Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).
Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.
Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)
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bbangsoonie · 3 years
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member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.
backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise
Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.
But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.
He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?
With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.
Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.
He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.
You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.
You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.
So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.
“Please please please?” you whined.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”
“I just need you to teach me the basics!”
“I’m sorry, Y/n.”
Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.
“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.
“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.
“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.
You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.
“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.
“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.
“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”
“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.
“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.
Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.
A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.
The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.
So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.
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The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.
“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”
“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.
“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.
You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.
“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”
“I call this romantic,” he grinned.
Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.
“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.
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When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.
After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.
“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.
“Not a chance,” you scoffed.
“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”
You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.
“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.
Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.
“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.
“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.
“How did you know?” you gaped.
“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.
You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.
“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”
“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.
At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.
“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”
“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.
“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.
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The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.
“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.
Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.
“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.
Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.
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After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.
Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.
“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”
“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”
“You’re annoying,” you shot back.
“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.
He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.
“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.
“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”
You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.
He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.
Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.
It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.
On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.
The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.
Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.
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“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.
It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged.
“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.
“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.
You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.
The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.
After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.
Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?
By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.
You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.
“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.
You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.
“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.
“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.
There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.
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Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.
You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.
Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.
So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.
The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.
Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.
However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.
He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.
He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.
“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.
You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.
“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.
That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.
“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”
“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.
“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.
Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.
So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.
Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.
“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”
“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.
“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then why are you so clingy?”
“Because I like you!”
His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.
“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”
He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.
“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”
To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.
“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.
Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.
“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.
He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.
“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.
As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.
“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.
“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.
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