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suguwuus · 3 months
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Could you write a connor x daughter of Athena. Where she has been at camp for a year, but they have known each other for about two weeks and he flirts a little too much in training and she thinks he is being mean. but in the end they make up.
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oh em gee my first req i feel like spongebob on his first day with his shiny lil spatula and squeaky shoes
p.s. so sorry this took so long i was so very sick when you sent it in and then exam week left me bruised and broken and so sleepy 😭
wc: 2.4k words
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Who the Hades is this guy? Or more like, who the hell does this guy think he is?
You stared at the hunched-over figure wiping your bronze weapon down with a cloth, whistling as he went. It was too casual for someone like him to be doing something like that, especially with your weapon.
You recognized him as one of those Stoll brothers. They had been at camp for almost as long as you had, yet it seems that he's been popping up and about into your business these past few days. And he had been doing it a lot. Offering to carry your things, greeting you good morning and good night, even going so far as to try and make your bed for you. It was strange. Suspiciously strange. And you didn't trust him. From what you've heard and seen around camp, he was a prankster, an awfully resourceful two-faced troublemaker who could ruin your day with two paperclips and a cup of orange juice.
You thought he was no match for you, though. After all, you were equally crafty and clever as well, if not more than him. You thanked your mother, Athena, for both those skills and the grace to notice the signs this early on.
Gods, what was the purpose of all of this? You couldn't figure him out. You had some ideas, some guesses, but you couldn't pinpoint anything exactly. You needed direct contact with him; you needed to observe him up close so you could finally see his true intentions. Did he get bored and were you his new target? Was he doing this for a bet? Did you do something recently to catch his attention?
So, it was strange. Strange that you two have been skirting around each other for the past few years, not talking unless forced to and if you did, you only exchanged small talk. Why was he now all up in your business? Was he plotting something? You remembered when he put a tarantula in your half-sister Annabeth's bunk. You thought that was the last time you'd see those two boys.
"You look like you're plotting to kill him."
You jumped. Said Annabeth stood behind you, holding a plastic bag full of something you could only guess was your cabin's deposit of trash. Every other morning someone would do this to keep the cabin clean—and every morning Connor would greet you. Today, he added an offer to wipe your weapon down. You reluctantly agreed, vulnerable at 7 in the morning.
You knew you shouldn't be driven by rumors and gossip, shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But your overly paranoid self just refused to try and get to know the boy.
You pursed your lips and turned to Annabeth, sucking in a breath. "What's he like?" You asked.
"A little shit," Annabeth replied, and your heart sank. "But," she continued. "He's a reliable little shit. He's not evil or anything like that. He just has a talent for getting on people's nerves, him and Travis. It's a Hermes kid thing. Why?"
You glanced nervously to the side. "He's been doing the absolute most for me recently. Asking if I need help with anything, greeting me every time we see each other. We're not close. We're not even close to being close."
Annabeth took a few moments looking over at him as well, a small smile on her face. "Hmm. Well, I can't say anything for sure. But there's a very low chance he's doing this out of malice."
You cringed. "So..."
"Just wait and see where this goes," She advised, swinging the plastic bag. "If he hurts you, beat him up." Then she went away.
You scratched your head, starting to walk away from your cabin. That was...sort of helpful? No worries. You could handle this. It wasn't everyday you dealt with someone with the first name Connor and last name Stoll, but it wasn't everyday that you climbed the lava tower, either, no? And you survived that. So how hard could a boy be?
Quite hard, as it turned out to be.
You watched him stand up, stuffing the dirty cloth in his pocket. He then looked around the camp, walking in circles as if searching for someone. You knew he was looking for you, so when he turned in your direction you reluctantly waved a hand, but not enough to be obvious or easily noticed in the bustle of the camp.
When he spotted you, he jogged up to you like an excited dog, haphazardly swinging your weapon. He held it out with calloused hands. "Here!"
"Thanks. Erm, Connor." You added his name for good measure and took your weapon back. You inspected it quickly. No tampering, as far as you could see. It was clean, too. You looked back up at him and nodded. He had done a decent job. An honest, decent job?
"Did you just wake up?" He blurted out, sporting a smile that made you feel...what, self conscious? His words didn't help.
"No, I've been doing errands while waiting for you." You kept your answer plain and simple. "Why?" Without realizing it, you smoothed out your shirt.
He saw where your hands were going and chuckled, his eyes crinkling as if you just cracked a joke that amused him twice as much as the average pun did. "Don't worry, sunshine, you're not the ugliest thing I've seen in my life."
And the he walked away whistling, probably going off to tie someone's shoelaces together to trip them up. What the fuck? You thought, still processing what had just happened. What was that all about? Don't worry, sunshine?
You bet Apollo was laughing at you from Mount Olympus with the way the sunlight was shining right onto your face as Connor walked away, blinding you as you stood there in confusion.
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You eyes searched the assortment of campers for Annabeth, some tiny bit of support you could anchor yourself to. She wasn't there. No striking grey eyes of hers among the orange shirts. You grit your teeth, accepting your defeat.
Well, not exactly your defeat. Not yet, at least. Hopefully not.
You gave Connor your best glare as he walked up to you in the middle of the arena. He swung his sword in his hand back and forth as if this was a game to him. Luckily for you, you also saw it as a game. A fun game to try and get to learn a thing or two about him. You wanted to observe him, close up? Here was your chance.
Sword practice. Sparring. Percy as the instructor overseeing the match. Perfect.
"Shake hands, guys," He said, standing between you and Connor. He then nodded at the boy. "No cheating, alright? No extra tricks."
"Yeah, yeah," He said, tapping his foot. You saw how he seemed almost giddy, but when he met your eyes, his smile melted and he cleared his throat.
You held a hand out. He shook it, not taking his eyes off you. He had a serious expression on, devoid of all humor or teases. "Nice shirt," he mumbled. And then he was off, stepping backwards until he was a reasonable distance away from you.
Shaking the confusion out of your head, you got into position, holding your weapon as you adjusted your stance.
Percy gave the signal and you two were off, celestial bronze clashing against one another. Your ears rung and you tried to not let the sun blind you.
Frustratingly enough, you couldn't observe much except for his physical traits (a light spray of freckles across his nose bridge, a nasty looking scar on his knee and a bruise on the other one, a hand with only one fingernail painted cherry red; unsurprisingly enough for a son of Hermes, he seemed to be ambidextrous) and that he was awfully talkative.
"I might have trouble focusing, but I'm multitasking right now, see? Your face is distracting, but I can handle it." "You're nice to look at when you're cornered like this, you know? Cute and mad, I should piss you off more!" "I really like your lack of enthusiasm all the time!"
Parry. Strike. Slash. Clang! The tip of his sword grazed your jaw and you swiped at his shins. Contrary to his blabber, you stayed silent except for grunts and the like, determined to finish him off.
Someone in the audience of campers yelled for Connor to focus. Instead he laughed. Soon you ended up with your weapons pressed against each other, screeching as the material of each grinded against one another. You were face to face with him now.
"You seem a little rusty, maybe you should consider practicing with me—"
That was your last straw. You pushed him back, so hard that you ended a few feet away from him, and charged, but at the last second swung to disarm him from his waiting sword instead of striking. With your momentum, you wrapped an arm around his neck, pushing his head upward, and stepped behind him, holding your weapon to his throat.
Victory.
"You know, I'd say something, but I don't think it's very audience friendly, I think it should be reserved for someplace without overbearing coordinators or nine year olds," He giggled.
You released him after Percy gave you the signal. Of course, you had to be somewhat polite. So you maneuvered his body so he was facing you, standing properly now. You took his clammy hand and shook it, looking him straight in the eye.
"Good duel," You said, nodding, chest still rising and falling from the intense practice match.
"Yeah, yeah, good duel," Connor replied, stumbling over his words. "Percy didn't...didn't have any comments for us, y-yeah, that's...that's good, right?"
You nodded again, and he let go of your hand, swallowing and glancing at the floor. He wet his lips, as if there was something he was itching to say, something stuck in his throat.
"You...you have nice eyes." He walked away with something you might have called a scurry.
Tilting your head in utter confusion, you heard a voice and felt a hand tap your shoulder. You turned around to see a little girl of about 12 years old. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her chubby cheeks from sweat. "Return the compliment. That's pamahiin, you know." She shot a cautious glance at Connor's turned back.
"It's what?"
"Superstition where someone curses you in the form of a compliment. He's been saying all kinds of things since the start of your match!"
"That doesn't sound like a Greek superstition to me. Where'd you hear that?" The girl left before you could finish. You shook your head. Silly kids.
You decided you had some business to attend to, so you jogged after Connor, following him down the path to the archery range.
"Hey," you called. "Connor!"
He slowly turned around, looking anxious. "...Yes?"
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"You're being strange. You kept talking during sword practice—you never do it that much, and you keep offering to do things for me. Are you following me around? Why did you compliment my shirt out of the blue right before we started?"
His brain seemed to load. And then he smiled. "You watch me during sword practice?"
"Sometimes, when there's nothing else to watch. The point is, you're acting off!"
He cleared his throat. "Well, erm, you know, I've just been seeing you around and I wanted to get to know you more. Wait, I complimented your shirt? We're all wearing the same ones."
You stepped closer. "No, are you up to something? Trying to get under my skin? Everything you say is somewhat backhanded and it feels like you're planning to get me in trouble, or both of us in trouble. If you don't like me, just say it straight to my face." You clenched your fists as you finished.
His expression morphed and looked horrified. "Oh, my Gods. No, I'm sorry."
You stared hard, waiting for him to explain himself.
"Shit, Y/N. That, uh...that wasn't...oh man, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I mean, I am mouthy all the time, but I didn't want you to think of it like that! I do, I'm complimenting you, I guess we just don't match up in terms of what's a 'nice' gesture or not.
"I'll say it straight, then. I'm being nice to you, trying to say nice things. Because I think you're nice."
You raised a brow. "...Nice?"
"Yes, nice. And I really liked practicing with you. And greeting you in the morning and at night. And you. I like being nice to you even if you don't understand my little pickup lines sometimes."
"So you weren't trying to be mean?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Ah...okay. I see. That's...fair. I guess I was just paranoid." You slowly nodded, understanding his defense. You could see him nervously putting his thumbs through his belt loops.
"Mhm." He looked to the side. "Oh, and by the way, maybe the thing I said this morning was confusing, you're not ugly at all, I think you—everything about you, is very, pleasing to the eye."
You chuckled. "—Is nice."
He let out a relieved laugh at how you had caught on. "Yes, exactly that. Oh," He perked up, looking behind your shoulder. When you followed his gaze you saw some campers walking towards him, and they did not look very happy. He put his sword back into his scabbard and tied his shoelaces, which had come undone.
So he was a prankster. Obviously. But he wasn't as bad as you thought. Not mean, just a little mischievous at times. You definitely were just paranoid. It's not everyday you got that many compliments. Puzzling ones that needed comprehension, yet still compliments. And he was easy to talk to. Not mean at all. Come to think of it, you hadn't fallen victim to his or Travis's pranks lately, not in a long while—
"That's my cue," he reached over and awkwardly patted your shoulder, averting your gaze. Despite that, he was smiling ear-to-ear. "See you sometime, okay? Bye!"
"Bye...!" And he dashed away, leaving you beaming in amusement. Wait, pickup lines? Those were pickup lines to him?
Nice? Nice as in flirting?
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i-am-still-khel · 1 year
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Whumptober 2022 - No. 5 - hidden injury
FiKi, T
Dead Batteries AU (Tumblr / Ao3)
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“He’s out in the shed, dear,” Dis says when she sees Kili standing on her front porch, backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Thanks,” Kili starts to turn to head around to the back of the house.
“Kili, dear, you know you can come to us if you need anything? Fili, obviously, but myself, and Fili’s Uncle Thorin as well.”
“Huh?” Kili’s grip tightens on his backpack’s strap.
“Fili said things have been rough at home for you.”
“Oh.” Kili shrugs.
Dis smiles. “I just wanted to make sure that you knew that we’ll help you if we can.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Kili just stands there for a moment, before he nods and says “thanks” again, and that he’ll let her know. He feels overly aware of his body as he hops off the stoop and heads around the side of the house to the shed.
But he quickly pushes those thoughts aside when he sees the shed door propped open.
The shed had sat empty for years with bits of broken lawn equipment in the corners, some bags of potting soil, and Fili’s dad’s bike covered in a tarp in the center. One summer during middle school, with permission, they had cleaned out the broken tools and carefully put the bike in the back corner with some crates turned on their sides piled around it to protect it. The crates had slowly filled with comic books and action figures, bits of forgotten trash, lost pieces of homework, and generally the detritus of childhood.
They had found a couch on the curb and wheeled it back on a doley, much to Dis’ horror. She had only allowed it to stay once she had checked it and despite the lack of signs, fumigated it for “any and all bugs that want to get in my house.” In the center, where the motorcycle used to sit, is a dirt bike.
They both agreed that Thorin had probably found it in the dump, because Fili had spent 4 months fixing things (and breaking different things, to be honest) before he was able to ride it for the first time.
They crashed it after two days. They blamed the icy weather. Thorin blamed their inexperience. The scar at Fili’s hairline is still a bit pink and shiny.
Since then the bike has spent more time broken than working.
It starts sprinkling when Kili is halfway across the lawn.
“What’s wrong this time?” Kili drops his backpack onto the couch.
“Nothing. Knock on wood,” Fili smacks the floor with the toe of his boot twice, “but I’m trying to replace the air filter so it can go faster.”
“Does Dis know about that?”
Fili laughs. “Of course not.”
Kili frowns.
“Homework?” Fili asks, looking up from the bike.
“Yeah. Chemistry.” Kili unzips his bag and pulls the textbook half free.
Fili makes a disgusted noise.
“Maybe someday you’ll do your own homework instead of half copying mine.”
“That day will be the last day that you get to ride my baby,” Fili teases back.
Kili’s eyes narrow playfully. “Uh huh. I don’t really see how I’d ride myself.” He busies himself with his notebook, pen, pencil, eraser, and other things that he normally does not use for homework just to seem nonchalant. But he still sees Fili’s face go from surprised, to amused, to that look.
“Oh really.”
“I’m pretty sure that it’s physically impossible,” Kili says coolly. He flips open his notebook to his notes from Friday’s class and settles the worksheet on his knee.
“Hey!” Kili startles when Fili pushes the papers and notebook onto the floor. He tries to frown, but he still grins up at Fili. Fili is leaning over him, one hand braced on the back of the couch while the other slips between the buttons of Kili’s worn flannel shirt to grab the sturdy placket.
“Hey, yourself,” Fili says heavily.
Kili leans forward into the kiss he knows is coming. He touches Fili’s shoulder, neck, his hair.
Fili groans. His grip tightens on Kili’s shirt when Kili gently bites down on Fili’s lower lip.
Fili slowly sits down and pulls on Kili’s shirt, guiding Kili to sit on his lap. There’s a bit of an awkward shuffle of navigating the sunken spots of the cushion and sneakers getting caught on the couch, Fili’s jeans, and the torn hem of Kili’s pants.
Fili drags Kili in for another kiss. Kili presses close; enjoying Fili’s hands on his hips, keeping them close.
A breath. “I do have chemistry homework, and you were—”
“We are learning about chemistry,” Fili says. “Dopamine, oxytocin, testosterone…” He presses up into Kili with the final word. The rough denim of their jeans frustrates them both.
“True,” Kili concedes with a sharp breath. He buries his face in Fili’s neck, a quick puff of breath clearing his mouth of errant blonde hairs, and grinds down.
“Mhmm,” Fili smiles. He dips his fingers into the back of Kili’s jeans; just far enough to feel the swell of Kili’s ass begin. They have not much further than that.
Encouraged by Kili’s moan in his ear Fili starts to push Kili’s shirt up.
Kili stiffens; one hand grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it down. “It’s cold.”
“Oh,” Fili frowns. “I promise I’ll keep you warm,” he says with a lopsided grin. He pulls Kili back in, and Kili relaxes. The heat quickly returns, cheeks flushing.
This time Fili gets the bottom two buttons undone, Kili’s kisses urging him onward.
Kili stops Fili’s hands on the third button.
Fili relaxes back into the couch and looks up at Kili who is looking anywhere but at Fili. “I won’t,” Fili pulls his hands back and raises them. “But why?”
Kili’s words tumble over themselves. “I have to go.”
He quickly dismounts from Fili’s lap and reaches for his homework.
“Kili.”
“I’ll be late for dinner.”
Fili frowns when he sees the marks on Kili’s stomach; quickly covered when Kili does up the buttons.
Fili sits forward. “What are those?”
Kili’s cheeks, flushed with desire, go white. He still does not look at Fili. “Nothing.”
“If you’re hurt I—”
Kili cuts him off, picking a fight, “You want to tell your mom?”
“What? No!” Fili scowls. “I want to help.”
“By telling your mom,” Kili repeats, the volume of his voice rising.
“If I can’t help by myself, yeah, by telling my mom.” Fili stands so they are face to face.
“Maybe I don’t want to be gossiped about,” a snarl.
“Asking my mom for help isn’t gossiping.”
“Whatever,” Kili snaps. “I have to go.”
The door bangs against the wooden frame. It’s still raining, but Kili does not turn around. He does not ask for a ride or to borrow an umbrella.
When he gets home the house is dark and quiet. His dad’s sedan is not in the driveway. Kili drops his bag next to his desk. He strips off the wet shirt and grabs a dry one from his dresser and pauses, looking in the mirror on his closet door. He trails his fingers over the marks before roughly covering them with the dry shirt. He sits at his desk and violently pulls out his book and notebook, a twist of regret in his belly makes him want to throw the books across the room.
In his pocket his phone buzzes.
// I’m sorry.
// I just want to help. //
Kili sighs. His anger had flashed hot. Now he wishes he had just left without lashing out.
// I know. I just don’t want to talk about it.
// I’m sorry about what I said. //
He drops his phone on the desk and opens his textbook. He has not even completed the first problem on the worksheet when a response comes in.
// I really wish I could help. But I’m here when you want me. //
Kili takes a deep breath that catches. He types out a few messages. But then deletes them.
// I know
// I just … I don’t like that
// My dad
// Can you come over
He settles on. // I’m sorry. Thanks for being here. //
An instant response. // Always. //
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pappuyadavseo · 2 years
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Fashion scandal 101: Balenciaga unveils world's most expensive trash bag, here's how much it costs
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Would you spend around 2 lakhs to look homeless? Well, this luxury brand wants you to! We get that luxury has gone down the comfort zone but has it become 'trashy' now? It seems so.
Recently, high-end luxury brand Balenciaga unveiled the world's most expensive 'Trash Pouch' which costs $1,790 or approximately Rs 1,42,569.
The Trash bag will be debuting in stores soon and will be available on Balenciaga's website. It's made of shiny calfskin leather and will be available in four colour combinations.
The upscale clothing brand's Trash Pouch looks exacltly like a garbage bag and is trending on social media. While some luxury lovers are thrilled to own the designer item, others are shocked.
However, this is not the first time that an international luxury brand has priced a kitsch item at such an extraordinary price. A few months back, Balenciaga launched a limited collection of overly distressed sneakers. The shabby-looking aesthetic sneakers were priced at a whopping $625 and $495 respectively. And that's not it, last year the high-end brand introduced the Checkered Carrier Bag for $2090 and the colour pattern definitely gave desi thaila vibes.
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ruth-westside · 3 years
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4, 14, 21 for the ask game!!!
4. Describe your SSO OC poorly. (Lailoken edition) Unorthodox Soul Steed creeps other Soul Steeds out with his abnormal neighing. He loves it.
14. If your SSO OC had a Youtube channel, what would they post? Survival hacks, bushcraft, maybe the occasional traditional art timelapse. Pass the knowledge she’s acquired onto others who may want it.
21. What is your SSO OC’s go-to halloween costume? "I am the Trash Guardian, guardian of the trash. Big Bonny quivers before me!"
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Ruth keeps a lot of trash bags around for various purposes so this is 100% within her range. And the best kinds of costumes are ones you can also pull pranks with
Design based on this video, just trade out the gas mask for the Miscreant one and add a hood.
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hailing-stars · 2 years
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febuwhump day one: broken 
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“I don’t understand why we can’t just have a tiny peek under his mask,” said Tony, while he paced the small bedroom.
It was a room normally reserved for the unhoused searching for a safe place to spend the night, but it was working just as nicely as a place to hide Spider-Man away while he recovered from battle.
“Because he needs our help,” answered May. She sat on a metal fold up chair, by the bed Happy and Tony had gently laid Spider-Man on, after they had carried him through the halls of FEAST. “And we don’t expose people when they are vulnerable. He deserves privacy and respect.”
Tony rolled his eyes, growled in agitation, and paced faster, occasionally tugging at his graying hairs. Happy watched his friend from the doorway, something sad splashed in his creased forehead.
OR
May saves a very familiar Spider-Boy while he's passed out in the snow, and then from Tony, who is very interested about his secret identity.
Spider-Man was falling from the sky.
Just a shiny red and blue blur streaked against dark gray clouds, tumbling towards the ground among flecks of fresh, white snow.
May stood outside, in the alley between FEAST and the neighboring office building, with her head tilted up and her breath turning into steam in the blistering, cold air. Strings of an overly filled trash bag were gripped between her fingers, and she watched the descent, her face creased with concern.
An unexplainable rush of worry and dread flooded her chest. Something strange, only because the feeling was so strong, strong like her care for Ben had been, strong like a loved one, but this was a stranger, someone she had practically never met.
Do something, Spider-Man.
But the vigilante did nothing to stop his fall.
He continued to drop with a mesmerizing grace, until he smacked his head against the edge of the neighboring building's rooftop and landed with a soft thump in a pile of snow, just a few feet away from where May stood.
She dropped the trash bag on the street and hurried towards him. These days she walked, and ran, with a limp.
She’d been injured a few weeks back, though she can’t quite remember how, the details blurry, fuzzy like a broken TV. So many things were like that now, since the accident in Happy’s apartment building, and since that night she’d woken up in the hospital bed.
All she knew was that her injuries had something to do with Spider-Man, something to do with him and that green man on a hoverboard, and a fight she had somehow landed herself in the middle of. Sometimes she swore she remembered Happy screaming at her to run, over a melody of gunshots, but Happy had explained to her that wasn’t what had happened.
He had never yelled about running. He had insisted, with a lost expression across his face, and so all May had left of that night was the limp, and fragments of nightmares that had felt very real, but had never actually happened, at least not the way her mind wanted to remember it.
May peered down at Spider-Man, crunching her knees into the snow to get a better look.
He had been knocked out cold, probably before he’d began falling, but a flutter of hope hit May. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, and when she pressed two fingers against his wrist, she found a pulse that was a bit faster than usual but otherwise normal.
He’d be okay.
May just needed to get him out of the cold, into FEAST, and into one of the bedrooms and under the covers, without anyone noticing.
A task made even more difficult by Tony Stark, who was buzzing around inside, chatting with Happy while he dropped off cans for the food drive.
That man had an unhealthy obsession, had hours drained into his fixation on figuring out the man behind the red mask, and couldn’t be stopped or persuaded to put it away. Not by Pepper, or Rhodey, or Happy.
Tony searched for Spidey’s identity, shamelessly and without end, not caring that this put him in the company of people like J. Jonah Jameson, that awful man who peddled conspiracies to the vulnerable from his basement.
“It isn’t like that,” he had said once, shaking his head, his eyes lost. “I don’t hate Spider-Man. I appreciate what he does. I – I just feel like he needs my help.”
Tony had been like a broken record about this the last few weeks, and he’d already offered Spider-Man his help many times, and each time, was flatly refused.
The memory brought conflicted feelings to May as she slipped her phone from her pocket and clicked on Happy’s number, but she promptly shook them away. There was a time for respecting somebody’s wish for independence, and then there was this, letting the friendly neighborhood hero die in an alleyway just before Christmas.
Another wave of strong feelings caught her by surprise.
A sense of protectiveness. A fierce and familiar one.
She’d keep Tony Stark away from Spider-Man’s mask, and she’d save him from the snow and whatever enemy that had struck him down from the sky.
That was just her, just what she had to do.
*
“I don’t understand why we can’t just have a tiny peek under his mask,” said Tony, while he paced the small bedroom.
It was a room normally reserved for the unhoused searching for a safe place to spend the night, but it was working just as nicely as a place to hide Spider-Man away while he recovered from battle.
“Because he needs our help,” answered May. She sat on a metal fold up chair, by the bed Happy and Tony had gently laid Spider-Man on, after they had carried him through the halls of FEAST. “And we don’t expose people when they are vulnerable. He deserves privacy and respect.”
Tony rolled his eyes, growled in agitation, and paced faster, occasionally tugging at his graying hairs. Happy watched his friend from the doorway, something sad splashed in his creased forehead.
“Should I call Pepper?” asked Happy. “You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m fine,” he snapped. He stopped, and looked back at Spider-Man. “He’s not, though. He needs more blankets. Heated ones. He has problems with thermoregulation.”
Something stabbed at May. Tony’s words had a sharpness to them, a tone clipped and pointy enough to take jabs at the fog, and May remembered. She remembered that he was right. Spider-Man got colder, faster, and she worried they hadn’t pulled him out of the snow fast enough.
And then she was flooded with sadness. The clarity that Tony’s snapping brought a despondency that blanketed over the three of them, over the entire room.
“How did you know that?” asked May.
Tony was unreachable. His eyes were locked on Spider-Man’s small, broken form, still passed out on the bed.
“Tony,” said Happy, louder, waving his hand in front of his friend’s face. “How did you know that?”
“I don’t know,” admitted Tony, perplexed. He shook his head, as if he were pulling himself from a trance. “I just know.”
Tony and Happy left the room, in search of more and better blankets, and May stayed where she was, sitting in that room drenched with unexplainable melancholy.
Her eyes drifted back down at Spider-Man, and she stared at his mask. Her hands shook, but no, she’d been right with what she told Tony. They couldn’t look under Spider-Man’s mask. It was wrong, completely wrong, but then why, when it was just her and Spidey, did she feel it was right?
Something mysterious clawed at her, begging to be recognized and pulled back into a place where it was solid, tangible, and real.
May took a deep breath, swallowed some more emotions she didn’t understand, and, with her hands still shaking, carefully and slowly peeled back the mask.
A young, bloodied face was under the cloth. He had a cut under his lip, a gash on his forehead, and flakes of blood in his brown hair. Underneath of those wounds, May recognized his face. She knew him.
He’d stopped by the shelter a few days after she’d been cleared by the doctors to return to work. He had sad, shiny eyes, lost ones, but he had allowed May to hand him a box of necessities and a list of cheap apartments and jobs that were easy interviews.
“I’m so sorry,” he’d told her.
“Don’t be,” she said, with a smile. “It’s what we’re here for.”
“No,” he said, and beckoned to her leg, still in a cast. “About your injuries. About it all, really.”
He’d claimed his name was Ben but May knew better. In her line of work, she’d gotten good at reading people and excellent at detecting lies. This boy, Spider-Man as it turned out, wasn’t a Ben, no matter how much he looked like her Ben.
“My nephew Peter – we have to go and get him. My brother –“
The memory surfaced like it had always been there, and it had been shaken loose.
Ben had had a nephew.
His name was Peter, and while she stared at Spider-Man’s tragically young face, she decided he looked like a Peter.
“May!”
“Peter, what’s wrong?”
A small browned haired child sniffed, and sat up in his bed, clutching an Iron Man plushie. “I had a nightmare – my parents –“
“It’s okay,” she said. She kissed him on the forehead, peaking at it like a bird. “Kisses chase the nightmares away.”
The echoes of the little boy’s giggling ran wild in her head, and tears stung her eyes. As much as May knew Spider-Man’s name wasn’t Ben, the resemblance was deniable. He looked so much like Ben.
She acted on instinct, motherly instinct. She had never given birth, but she was a mother, and that was something about herself that she’d somehow forgotten. It was coming back, in waves, and propelled her to lean forward.
May flicked a few stray brown hairs from Spider-Man’s forehead and kissed the spot under his wound.
Then, like magic, her world erupted into light.
“Peter.”
Tears left her eyes and rolled down her cheek.
Fuzz was gone, replaced by her boy, and all the memories locked away since she’d woken up in the hospital. It was just her and him playing in her head now, just her and him dancing in the living room, and her and him, holding hands and sniffling at Ben’s funeral.
Just May and Peter, in the wreckage of Happy’s destroyed apartment building, saying goodbye, but not for the last time.
She carded a hand through Peter’s hair. “I’m going to kill that stupid wizard.”
“If it helps,” croaked Peter, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, with his eyes still closed. “He didn’t want to do it. Not at first. Just – it was the only way to keep people safe.”
“Oh, I’m still going to kill him,” said May.
“It was my choice.”
“It wasn’t yours to make. I understand why you did it, sweetheart, you’ve always been selfless and brave, but I don’t need to be kept safe from you.”
“Not from me, but all those people – the ones who want to hurt me, like Goblin, or whoever else. Your life got so messed up when Mysterio announced my identity, and then you got hurt really bad, May, and I thought – I thought you were dead. I thought I watched you die, and now it’s all going to happen all over again, because you remembered –“
“I’m right here,” she said. She grabbed his cold hand, squeezed. “It’s just me and you, and that’s my choice. You’re worth all the drama. Now that you’re back I know what my life was missing, why it felt so empty.”
Peter broke eye contact with her and struggled to sit up. Very carefully, she helped him lean against the headboard.
“I’m really sorry, May, about all of it, I don’t think – I don’t think I’m strong enough to have Doctor Strange make you forget again. Not that he would, he doesn’t know me, anymore, either…” he trailed off, then looked back up at her, eyes watery, and his next words sounded hoarse and heartbreaking.   “I missed you so much.”
May hugged him, and he hugged her back, grabbing on so tightly it felt as though he might knock the air out from her, as if he thought if he didn’t hold on tight enough he might slip from her memory a second time. Peter laid his head down on her shoulder, and it was as if nothing had changed.
“I’m just so scared,” he said, then sniffed. “I don’t want you to get hurt again. I don’t wanna lose you forever.”
“You’re gonna lose me eventually, kiddo,” she said. “You don’t think I’m scared shitless every time you put on the suit and fly out the window? But knowing you is worth the risk, and that’s my choice to make.”
When they finally broke away from hugging each other, Peter wiped his face with his mask. May wiped hers with the sleeve of her sweater, then they both laughed, a release of relief after all that trauma and dread.
“We’re quite the pair.”
“Yeah,” said Peter. “I guess we are.”
May watched Peter tense up again and realized that he had heard Tony and Happy bickering down the hallway before she had. She watched as a war seemed to play out on his face. Peter looked down at his mask, but then ultimately, kept in it his hands Tony and Happy rejoined them in the room.
They both carried large piles of folded blankets.
“Couldn’t find any heated ones so we just –“ Tony stopped mid sentence, and froze at the sight of Spider-Man without his mask.
“Have you been crying?” asked Happy. “Why have you been crying? Did you hurt her, Spidey?”
“No – no, Happy, he’s fine,” she said. “We were just trading life stories.”
“You’re way too young,” said Tony. He hadn’t moved a muscle since seeing Peter’s face, and he looked shaken to his core, his face suddenly pale. “You shouldn’t be – you –“
“- Mr. Stark,” said Peter, interrupting. “I think – I think I’m finally ready to accept a little help.”
May thought Tony might be broken. His face seemed to be having spasms, and he walked over to Peter’s bedside and began covering him with blankets, aggressively.
“Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “That’s way too many!”
“No it isn’t. You’re a ridiculous spider. You need warmth,” rambled Tony. After tucking him in under a mountain of blankets, Tony stepped back, confusion and mild panic still set into his features. “You need to be in school. Do your homework! You’re grounded!”
“Is he broken?” asked Happy. “He’s short circuiting, like Dum-E.”
“Mr. Stark,” repeated Peter. “Do you remember when we were in space?”
Tony blinked at him. His eyes misty.
“And I got all dusty,” said Peter. “And I must have passed out, because I woke up and you were gone, but Dr. Strange was there –“
“-Underoos?”
“You do remember,” said Peter, with a faint smile.
“Y-yeah,” said Tony. He walked over, numbly, and sat on the edge of the bed. They hugged each other, and May watched their reunion with a familiar warm glow in her chest.
“Okay, I’m definitely missing something here,” said Happy. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on, Hap, I’m gonna kill that stupid wizard.”
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little-diable · 4 years
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Rockstar - Luke Hemmings (smut)
Enjoy my loves. xxx
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His eyes were wandering through the crowd, trying to catch her (y/e/c) eyes, the lyrics were burned into his mind, Luke didn’t have to worry about losing his focus on his music. “Tell me, would you pack up all your bags, stay true to North? You're the only one I'd do this for” a smirk tugged on his lips as he finally found her silhouette, she stared at him, admired him, the red light was dancing across his frame, sparks shot up her spine as his voice dropped, rasping out the first words of the chorus.
“I'd dive deeper for you, what a blessing to feel your love” memories from last night began to crawl back into his mind, Luke had to bite down a groan as he fell deeper into the memory.
Sweat was glistering on her chest, (y/n) took a deep breath, her wrists were pinned over her head, one of his hands was holding onto them, while he was snapping his hips against hers. His name fell from her lips, repeating itself over and over again, almost as if she was worshipping him, like he was a god, that had her in his claws.
“The demons we're running from, they're begging to stay” Luke managed to hold eye contact with her for a few moments, trying to be as discrete about it as possible. She bit down on her lip, couldn’t rip her eyes off him, her thoughts were just as ungodly as Luke’s, thinking back to the way he had devoured her, had wrecked her, made her beg for her release.
“Beg” he let go of her throat, his piercing blue eyes were boring into her soul, coaxing her deepest and darkest secrets out of her, “please - oh goodness gracious- let me cum, please Luke.” Her voice broke, a sob fell from her lips, she was trashing around underneath him, trying to stop her body from giving into the wave of euphoria that was about to overcome her.
“No, not yet.” He pushed two fingers into her mouth, almost automatically she wrapped her tongue around them, he was smirking down on her, Luke seemed to be testing the waters, trying to figure out, how long he could tease her, make her suffer, before her body would give up and break down the invisible walls she had build around her.
Luke was tightly holding onto the microphone, his knuckles were turning white, trying to push his sinful thoughts out of his mind, knowing that he’d have to make it through another thirty minutes, till the end of the show. Just as he started singing the first verse of “no shame” his eyes found hers once again, pulling him into another memory from just hours ago.
“Luke, we don’t have any time to-” he pressed her against the wall of his dressing room, he was nipping on her jawline, eyes closed as he intently  listened to the small gasps that made it past her lips. His hands were working on the buttons of her trousers, the ever so prominent bulge in his pants was growing by the second, aching for her touch, throbbing to feel her wrapped around -
Calum stomped onto Lukes boots, ripping him out of his daydream, just in time to start singing the chorus, he was smirking at him, only suspecting what his best friend was thinking about. Luke rolled his eyes, silently thanking his best friend for saving him from embarrassing himself, knowing that (y/n) would tease him about it all evening.
Unknown to him, she was still hanging onto the words he had whispered to her, just seconds before he had left her for his soundcheck, the way he had ever so slightly nibbled on her earlobe, hands grasping her behind, “this was just a little pretaste sunshine, the night is still young.”
(Y/n) could feel the wetness pool between her thighs, goosebumps were littering her skin, thinking about the different ways he’d make her suffer tonight, coaxing one orgasm after another out of her. She could feel his hands still wrapped around her neck, squeezing off her airway, the gasps that left her lips would only urge him on, get him to tighten his hold even further.
Her fingers were trembling as she followed the security guard to Lukes dressing room, slightly knocking on his door, smiling at the soft “come in” that left his mouth. “Hey Rockstar.” She stepped inside, leaning against the now closed door, eyes wandering across his naked chest, sweat was pooling on his skin, his cheeks were flushed, mascara slightly smudged, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Come here sunshine,” he patted his thigh, tightly wrapping his hands around her, smirking at the squeak that left her, “Luke stop it, you reek.”
Luke tried to savor moments like this, he loved to take her on tour with him, knowing how hectic his life would get, without her near. (Y/n) would always mange to keep him grounded, to calm him down, giving him a way out, to forget about their crazy lifestyle for a few moments. The Australian singer was head over heels in love with her, he wasn’t planning on ever letting her go, checking to see, if the shiny engagement ring was still with him, almost every day.
She ran her hand through his sweaty curls, pressed a loving kiss onto his lips, “You were amazing.” She murmured against his mouth. His heart was fluttering, missing a few beats, he loved to be praised by her like this, knowing how much she enjoyed watching him perform, made him feel proud of himself. “Luke, are you ready? We’re about to leave.” The tour manager knocked on his door, ripping them out of their little bubble of happiness.
The pair was grateful, that the hotel wasn’t too far away from the venue, (y/n)s head was placed on his shoulder, Luke was holding onto her thigh, joking around with the boys, trying to ignore the teasing gaze Calum was shooting him. “Goodnight boys.” (y/n) kissed their cheeks, fingers interlaced with Lukes, excited to finally be alone with him, anticipating the things he’d do to her body.
“Shower?” He whispered against her neck, smirking at her enthusiastic nod, Luke pulled her into the big bathroom, barely giving her any time to admire the luxurious marble tiles as he ripped her shirt off her body. A giggle fell from her lips at his overly excited movements, watching him undress himself, (y/n) couldn’t stop herself from admiring her handsome boyfriend, she was still mesmerized by him, in any way, even months after first meeting him.
The hot water was pouring down on them, loosening his tense muscles, (y/n) ran her hands up and down his sides, slightly massaging his skin. Luke groaned, his member was pressed against her thigh, making her smirk, (y/n) dropped onto her knees and ran her hand up and down his length. He placed his head against the cold tiles, hands tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, shamelessly moaning her name.
He slightly jumped as she kissed the tip of his length, her eyes were closed, she had every inch of his body memorized, didn’t need her eyes to find his trigger points, knowing where exactly she had to touch him, in order to make his knees weak. (Y/n) hallowed her cheeks, trying to swallow down her gag reflex, she relaxed her jaw, fitting as much of him as possible into her mouth.
“Fucking hell.” His moans got deeper, urging her on to pick up her pace, her nails were clawing into the skin of his thighs, her knees were still burning from last night, nothing to stop her in any way though. Luke couldn’t control his movements as he jerked his hips against her mouth, her nose was brushing against his pubic bone, making her gag, a motion that shot shivers up his spine. His length was twitching, telling her that he was close, he’d be pushed over the edge any second now.
A groan rumbled through Luke as he released himself into her mouth, his hot cum was dripping down the back of her throat, a taste she has grown to love.  He needed a few seconds to catch his breath, he was slightly hunched over, gripping her shoulders, a teasing smirk on his lips as his eyes found hers, already planning out the rest of their evening. Luke pulled her onto her feet, pressed a kiss onto her forehead and helped her clean herself before he pushed her out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her naked frame.
“Luke,” she giggled, he sucked on her neck, inhaling her fresh scent, “I love you.” He pulled her down on the bed, hovering above her. His eyes wandered across her features, admiring the love of his life, Luke dipped his head down and captured her lips in a loving kiss, he was tugging on her towel, desperate to feel her soft skin underneath his fingers. Impatiently he ripped the fabric off her body, he attached his mouth to her boobs, sucked on her nipples, making her toes curl.
Luke was grateful, that there were no other fabrics in the way, that kept him from exploring her body, he moved his hands down to her dripping heat, scooped up some of her slickness with his thumb and tasted her arousal. He tilted his head backwards, a groan left him, “you taste so sweet.” Something that made her blush in the heat of the moment. Luke kissed down her skin, circled her belly button with his tongue, kissed down further and reached his final destination, the place, where she was aching for him the most.
(Y/n) closed her eyes and gripped the bedsheets, trying to prepare herself, for what was yet to come. He didn’t waste any time, ran the tip of his tongue through her folds, up to her clit, where he sucked on the sensitive nub, a strangled moan left her, the sound made him shudder, urged him on. “Luke.” She whimpered as he pushed two fingers into her heat, her eyes snapped open, her back was arched, trying to keep herself focused on him and his movements. “Luke, I need more,” she rasped out, a smirk tugged on his lips the moment his eyes found hers, “oh, do you?” She could only nod her head “yes”.
He ran a hand up her chest, grasped her throat and pinned her down on the mattress, Luke crawled up her body, his eyes were glistering, teasing her. The moment he pushed his tip past her folds, (y/n) seemed to be pulled into another dimension, the pleasure he was currently providing her with, made her head spin. His name fell from her lips, (y/n) was holding onto his shoulders, eyes tightly squeezed shut as he shamelessly pounded into her heat, ripping her open for him and his throbbing length.
“Fuck, I don’t think, I’ll ever get tired of this.” He loved that she still felt that tight around him, his mind was completely focused on her and every aspect of her, the name (y/n) was burned into his thoughts. She was everywhere and Luke wouldn’t change that for the world. He squeezed her throat, made her eyes pop open, they were glassy, tears were welling up in them, the pressure was overwhelming, the smirk he had on his lips made her groan.
A whine left her as he pulled out of her, Luke hastily flipped her onto her front, slapped her behind and pushed into her once again, a relieved sigh rumbled through her. His hands were placed on either side of her body, he was set on a ferocious pace, releasing all the pent up pressure from his show earlier on, Luke was wrecking her, in the best way possible. She moaned his name, tightly holding onto the pillow her head was placed on, she could feel the all too familiar emotions coming over her, she was close, desperate to relieve herself.
“Not yet,” he murmured, Luke was chasing his own release, he was buried deep inside of her, (y/n) was able to feel every inch of him. It took the tall man a few more pounds, till he felt his own orgasm approaching, she was trashing around underneath him, biting into the pillow, to tone down the volume of her screams. “Cum for me,” Lukes eyes fluttered close, she was clenching around him, moaning his name, urging him on, to give into the heavenly feeling.
With a moan he released himself into her heat, giving it a few more pounds, till he collapsed on top of her, a satisfied smile on both of their lips. “I love you,” he kissed her shoulder blades and rolled off her, placing himself next to her on the mattress. A giggle rumbled through her, (y/n) turned her face sideways, admiring his sweaty features, “I love you too.”
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brunhiddensmusings · 5 years
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Tell me more about this conspiracy theory about dragonball as a retelling of journey to the west please
okay, some of this is pretty surface level to the point its just face value but also just more ignored then denied firstly, i must establish ‘journey to the west’ to those not familliar with it- its a 2000+ page long chinese novel from the ming dynasty, like 1600 if i recall, but odd because it focuses on a buddist mindset in a time when china still considered buddism to be a foreign influence. the author uses fairly large sections to critisize the other contemporary options to buddism such as daoism (for being largely unconcerned with helping people or betterment) and confucianism (for being rigid to the point it cant adapt and promote extremely bloated beaurocracies incapable of doing much) as well as to extoll the upsides of budism (namely magic powers) and how badass demons are journey to the west is notable for being the origin of about 80% of all anime tropes and over a dozen anime and videogames are directly based on it son goku, unsurprisingly, is pretty much a dirrect anlouge for son wukong, the magical stone monkey king that was born with laser eyes spends the first 7 chapters becoming about (i lost count) 8+ kinds of immortal, learning how to shapeshift and fly from an old hermit monk, and pissing off most gods of any note and the entire bureaucracies of both heaven AND hell. as i said, this is face value to the point its pretty open
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son wukong’s identifying features including a size-changing 8 ton iron staff, being pretty much indestructible even to major gods, being extremely impulsive and moderately arrogant, flight, and pretty much openly admits he has probably eaten some people. this should sound familiar however he is not the main character, Buddha himself buries him under a mountain (which has a magic seal on top because a regular mountain wouldnt be heavy enough to hold him) to try and teach him some humility (which fails) saying he needs to wait untill someone frees him in which case he will be endebted to and be the servant of said free-er. while we progress to the ACTUAL protagonist of the story a bald monk named Tang Sanzang is in fact the central charachter, although his name has been interpereted several ways including Tripiṭaka (also the name of the baskets of scrolls hes supposed to carry). the big B entasks he of the shiny head with the task of journeying from china to india to pick up said sacred scriptures so holy they can redeem anyone and then bring them back to filthy filthy china thats badly in need of these ‘morals’ things people keep talking about. but this is where you start to get a lot of ‘wait, that sounds familiar’ when i describe things like ‘bald monk’ and the adventures cueball the magical is going to go on with his companions of anime
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because almost immediately after freeing son wukong from the magic mountain of sityerassdown and putting a magic circlet on his head that causes him great pain when baldy says a prayer to keep him in line (yes this is where inuyasha gets the ‘sit’ necklace) they come across a SHAPESHIFTING PIG DEMON who turns out inst all that bad a guy its just that his new wife is very upset because she thought she was marrying a handsome bishounen despite admitting hes a dilligent worker and treats her well because hes seeking attonement for having eaten people after being kicked out of heaven (where he used to actually be a bishounen in the celestial army) for hitting on women. yet another case of DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR
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and i just now realize why he was wearing the chinese military officers uniform or at least would sound familiar to people who watched the original ‘dragonball’ and not just DBZ where oolong and the 50 other characters who were all established to be quite powerful when used cleverly were all relegated soely to be sideline cheer squad and ‘hey, remember these guys, from back when this wasnt the kiss goku’s butt show’- which is the point here following the original journey to the west story you started with the magical monkey shenanigans (check) then he learns from hermit (check) how to fly (check) and shapeshift (i guess they thought he was powerful enough without it despite it being one of his major go-to solutions in the story but i get that they already established thats a power someone else had so i understand leaving it out narratively) battling demons, gods, and pissing off the kings of hell and the emperor of heaven (check) and then gets humiliated by Buddha (absent, again i understand leaving this out for narrative tone and to avoid being overly religious in a kids cartoon despite actively leaving king Yema in the story) teams up with the bald monk who they initially clash but becomes his friend over time (check) who then becomes the main protagonist (major not-check) magical monkey jerk is repeatedly scolded for wantonly killing people and given a magical crown of headaches ( fail) teams up with shapeshifting pig who also becomes close ally with useful powers but has deep character flaws (check) and then team up with a dragon who ate their horse who then apologizes by transforming into a horse and then everyone forgets its a dragon (wait, what) and then team up with a river god named sandy (by this time the dragonball plot has already passed mars and is orbiting Jupiter because i think this is when frankenstein appeared and then king piccolo with his sons drum, tamborine, piano, and cymbal, i think goku kills one eats another and asked a samurai if he could eat the third but this is before they retcon piccolo to be a namek {eg- from the planet ‘slug’} instead of a demon because they keep waffling if demons are real) and is then followed by a long list of falling into traps laid by demons because the monk is naive, the pig is cowardly, the monkey is foolhardy, the dragon is too busy staying in his ponysona, and the river deity is carrying the bags narratively this is confusing for several reasons but i could literally teach a college level class on what DBZ does that no writer should ever, EVER, do and every friday to prevent unkind amounts of homework point at how original dragonball at least had narrative cohesion of purpose when it went off in left field but that's part of the journey- in original dragonball everything is a journey of the human spirit for self improvement, in original journey to the west everything is a journey of the human spirit for a shot at redemption, but in DBZ everything is goku is awesome and nobody else is worth his time unless they go ‘ha-ha, i am the most powerful fight punch guy in universe, we must fight’ because fuck anyone who isnt the most powerful being in the universe and even fuck them because they almost never have a reason for being the most powerful and its irritating how shit they are like some of them are mentally five years old who gave you the power to be this dangerous. whats odd is they specifically set it up several times that goku is supposed to narratively step aside and his son(s) step up to carry on the legacy in a return to the earlier more sensable formula, even presenting them as being less powerful as him as an attempt to move away form the absurd escalation issues the series had where goku can destroy a planet by farting yet every thursday they mysteriously find someone five times stronger then the last strongest person in the universe as that wasnt the point in either original dragonball or journey to the west where being clever was always far more important then being powerful, especially as son wukong was mostly more powerful then goku anyways but still got in monster of the week shenannegans not solvable by impulsive brutality. they knew this was a problem, they understood that the endless escalation had gone to the realm where the audience had lost any investment and nobody other then goku could be useful to the story to the point that they even had a WHOLE SERIES where to try and counteract the power creep they had some weird explanation goku is actually time traveled or cursed or some shit so hes only a kid and roughly as strong as he was in later episodes of the original dragonball..... close, so close to actually addressing the problem but also keeping so many other problems krillin moving into being the protagonist would have alleviated the majority of the problems DBZ had- the power escalation bullshittery and the complete lack of stakes as you know goku is going to punch the thing untill it explodes after six episodes of yelling and anything without ‘planet gonna go boom’ no longer seems like a problem worth caring about. goku being downgraded to being the impulsive muscle on a team that included others that were less overtly powerful but still narratively useful to the adventure would have also alleviated almost all the ‘everybody who isnt goku is a fragile useless  porcelain figurine of a child’ problems that are very counter-intuitive and kind of insulting: in original dragonball, for example, master roshi was the only known human capable of doing the kamehameha which took 50 years to learn (goku learns it by watching it once and that should have been the cap for him being overpowered{a rival teacher had a more powerful version that nobody else learns}), climbed the sacred tower which took 7 years (it took goku about a week, which is well within the realm of where escalation should be), and blew up the fucking moon but in dbz his ‘power level’ is lower then his pet turtle..... despite all of that and being the one who trained goku and krillin allowing them to be absurdly strong in the first place so they apparently forgot their own history.  so taking the actual good story points they aready had and throwing them in the trash is a running problem
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they even had the setup for krillin being in peril continually, all the ‘krillin dies’ memes are about on par with how often every demon on the road (which they pass like gas stations) are kidnapping and trying to eat Tripitaka, whcih is framed as despite Tripitaka being powerful he isnt as powerful as his allies but never framed as useless, especially as even goku has to seek help frequently, often from non-martial sources instead of the ‘kung fu solves everything’ mindset im unsure if anyone will want to start a fight about my statements regarding daballz but im okay with an intelectual argument about its writing .... how do i tag this? i forgot replies dont let me do that but i need to learn how to tag my rants one of theese days in hopes they actually get feedback
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fullmetalwritings · 7 years
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Ouroboros Tattoo
Summary: Of all the places to meet your soulmate, you never would have expected it to be in the middle of a darkened alley after he saves you from a douchebag. You especially didn’t expect him to have a name like ‘Greed’ either.
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It’s a very strange tattoo. Where some people had quote quotes, personal symbols or maybe even names of their soulmates (for the most blunt of people), the only tattoo on your body was the singular one on the back of your hand. It took you a long time to figure out what it was, let alone what it meant.
Ouroboros. You found the symbol in an old book on alchemy after a long couple days of research, looking for some meaning to a tattoo that nobody seemed to have any information on. You knew for a long time that it was something from your soulmate, wherever they were, but you couldn’t begin to imagine why they had it or what it meant. Were they an alchemist? The child of an alchemist?
Since soulmate marks didn’t appear until young adulthood, it was a mystery to know when exactly your soulmate got the tattoo or what it would signify. It took a long time to accept the lone mark on your body, yourself too scared to get something as permanent and blunt as your own name tattooed on your body (though it was rather common for some, marking their own name on their wrist for their soulmate to find).
Some people used to say that markers would still show, if only temporarily, but you never got a response from your soulmate even after covering your arms with messages, with questions--you never once got a reply.
Years passed since the mark appeared on the back of your left hand and, as many do, you stopped thinking much about the mark and lived on your life, content with the fact that you will find them whenever the time was right.
You still don’t understand why you were the one who had to go out shopping for food. It wasn’t as if your roommate didn’t have a completely free schedule for the next few days, or if you had other errands you needed to worry about more-- oh no , it wasn’t at all as if you were annoyed for having to tote around several heavy cloth bags filled with items from the bakery, farmer’s market and butcher. Nevertheless, the negative thoughts fell empty as you instead tried to consider the positives. Like dinner! At least the fresh food would help figuring out dinner much easier; there are so few options when there’s barely anything in the pantry.
You turned a corner--a shortcut, really--down into a narrow alley that would cut at least ten minutes from your walk home. It wasn’t so much a back alley as it was a narrow path, just narrow enough for it to be inaccessible by an automobile, but more than wide enough for you to bustle through. There were a few storefronts down the alley, though most of them consisted of bars and abandoned buildings waiting for a tenant that might never buy it out.
Most of the bars weren’t even open anyway, it was still a touch too early in the day for that, so you figured the path wouldn’t be anything more than a quicker route home.
“Hey there,” a voice purred, sickly-sweet, from the door of one of the bars. “What’s a lil’ thing like you down a street like this?”
Well, that was a quick. You didn’t turn your head, didn’t even flick your eyes in the direction of the voice. Your steps quickened into a near-jog, hoping that the pace would put enough room between you and the stranger so that they would just leave you alone. Maybe they were just looking to pickup someone, maybe they were trying to harass someone, anyone unwitting or idiotic enough to take this seedy back road--someone like you.
You tried to ignore the voice, low and masculine, and continued to walk with groceries in-hand. For a few moments you thought you were free, but the sound of footsteps behind you made your heart sink. A hand suddenly grabbed one of your arms, forcing you to whip around to see the owner of the hand gripping you still.
“Ain’t that rude,” you heard, turning to see a man towering over you. He was big, muscled, and his expression looked somewhere between predatory and amused. A scar pulled down one side of his face. He wasn’t a man you were familiar with, but he didn’t look like a man who was particularly friendly.
“Let me go,” You tried to keep your voice firm.
“Not until you answer my question, sweetheart.”
The voice was still so sickly-sweet, overly coated in kindness that it almost made you sick to your stomach. You tried struggling against the hold, but between his grip and the weight of the bags in your hand, the motion felt nearly impossible. Your heart hammered with anxious worry. The man’s fingers gripped even harder around your arm, a sense of pain quickly shooting through the limb from the pressure of his fingers.
Just as you opened your mouth to say something (you’re still not sure what that something was) another voice rang out. A new voice.
“What in the world is a piece of trash like you doin’ in my alley, Harley?”
You blinked, feeling the man’s grip loosen for only a moment. He turned, pulling you with him as you and he both caught sight of a second man approaching casually. You’re not exactly sure where the new stranger came from, but you surely couldn’t care any less about the details when you already were terrified.
You yanked against the man’s grip, pulling your arm through his fingers until he instead had a hold on your wrist. The pressure and weight on your hand made you drop the bags of groceries onto the brick road below, no doubt ruining most of what was inside--several items rolled out of the confines.
“Let go of me!” You said again, more forceful, trying even harder to get your hand back. “Let go of me right now or else I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” The man said, momentarily returning his gaze to you. When you had no argument, he seemed satisfied, content to return a look at the man who had nearly walked up to the two of you.
Even though you couldn’t get a full sight of him from behind the man practically harassing you, you were able to see enough to get an idea.
Tall and lean, muscles defined on his bare arms just enough to figure that he was strong. He looked rough, like someone you’d expect to be hiding out on these back roads, with his short hair somewhat slicked-back, sunglasses covering his eyes. The man’s hands were deep in the pockets of his pants, giving him an appearance that was far too casual for the situation.
“I’m nowhere near your damn bar, Greed,” The man practically sneered, as if he was taking some sort of personal pleasure from the logical play, a past agreement he seemed to think he was in the right of. “I don’t recall this being one of your whores either. Who do you think you are to tell me what to do in the free space of the public?”
The expression on Greed’s face fell from casual politeness to something neutral, though you could feel a sense of animosity radiating from him somehow, some way. You could feel a moment of anger that felt, above anything, inhuman. It wasn’t directed at you at least.
After a moment, Greed pulled his hands out of his pockets. He glanced towards you for a moment and--
Was he looking at your hand?
The look moved faster than you could follow, back towards the burly man grabbing you. There seemed to be a moment of contemplation on his face, a silent moment of thought that only last for a breath or two of time.
Within a blink of time, suddenly you felt your wrist come free from the grip, sending you tumbling backwards onto your ass as the motion unbalanced you. In the span of the time from reeling back to catching your thoughts (and breath), the man was on the ground himself, several steps away, and Greed was practically hovering over him. His fists were covered with a layer of shiny, black substance, and your harasser looked as if he’d been punched. Blood was dripping down his face, a broken nose probably the least of the injuries your newfound savior had inflicted.
“If I see you in this alley again, I’m going to break something more than your nose.”
The voice that flowed from the man’s lips were deep, something powerful and husky that left your mind welling for a moment--it latched onto your attention like nothing else, like a memory that you’ve long-forgotten, just at the edges of recollection.
It felt like forgotten nostalgia.
In the span of barely a minute, you were left alone in the alley with Greed, your attacker running off with a stream of curses and threats falling from his mouth, though the other man didn’t bother pursuing him any.
It took a moment to realize that you were shaking, surrounded by a mess of groceries, your left hand gently pulled toward your chest in a moment of vulnerable fear for the man you were left with.
He approached you slowly, finally kneeling down just a few feet away.
“Hey there,” He said, pushing his glasses up and propping them on his head so you could see his eyes. They looked purple, inhumanly bright, and they stared at you with an odd intensity that didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. There was a lot of things to notice about the man, but one thing stuck out more than anything else the moment that your eyes caught the bright color in your peripheral vision.
On the back of his left hand, there was a tattoo, bright red and very familiar.
An ouroboros. The same one that was on your left hand, the one you were clutching to your chest.
“So what’s your name?” the man asked, flashing a gentle grin. The look should have been frightening, a strange man with an inhuman aura floating around him who punched a man almost a foot and a hundred pounds over him into retreating. His smile was toothy and sharp, but his voice, as it had been moments before, felt oddly welcoming.
Despite your better judgement, you give him your name.
He contemplates your answer for a moment, then gently reaches out for your left hand. When you twitch, Greed pauses.
“I’m just lookin’ at something, don’t worry,” he purred, voice sounding as though he was comforting a small animal. You offer your hand to him after a moment.
Greed gently takes your wrist, rolling your hand over so he can see the tattoo on the back of your hand, the exact same symbol that was on his hand. After a moment, he chuckled, dropping your hand and running his own through his hair. He didn’t seem to care when the motion pushed his glasses off his head and to the ground--in fact, Greed barely noticed, his laugh building into a hearty noise that was something between amusement and disbelief.
“So you’re the one!” He exclaimed.
Your brows furrow.
“I’m the...one…?” You weren’t sure what he was getting at, confusion and caution quickly filling your thoughts as the light of the sun continues to dim. It was starting to get late, and your mind was already overfilled with thoughts and questions--it had barely registered what it meant that both of you had the same tattoo on your hands. “I’m sorry sir, but I need to get home, I appreciate your help and--”
“You’re the one who kept writing all those messages on my arms years ago.”
You stopped speaking, his mere sentence filling you with something akin to a revelation. Memories from years ago filled your mind, all of the nights spent writing up and down the bare skin of your arms, hoping that there would be a reply.
Who are you? What does the tattoo mean? What is your name? Where do you live?
None of the questions had ever been answered, but you were amazed by the fact that he had seen them--had read them--that the man before you was the one the mark on your hand had been pulling you to.
You never once imagined meeting your soulmate like that, in the middle of a forgotten back road after he saved you from a near-assault.
For some reason, the only logical response that seemed to override everything else was, in fact, to grab the nearest cloth grocery bag and try to hit the man with it. It seemed fair at the time, admittedly, something that your thoughts had all come to agree on.
“You could have said something back!” You can feel a moment of simmering anger at the end of your words as you speak, failing to hit Greed when he merely jumped back. “Answered at least one of my questions! I still barely know what this mark is on my hand because of you.”
Slowly, you stand onto your feet, almost glaring at Greed as you compose yourself once more. You have heard plenty of stories of people finding their soulmates, and they all usually are fairly romantic. Finding them at a party. Meeting them through a friend. Pursuing them in an adventure, the constant clues and messages passed from one another through bare skin and markers.
Of all the people who had to be your soulmate, you had to get an asshole.
Greed seemed, if only slightly, apologetic. He raised his hands, palm-forward, and spoke earnestly.
“Listen, I didn’t even know a guy like me qualified for that sorta shit,” He tried to offer another grin, wide and sheepish. “I’m not exactly a normal person, sweetheart.”
You felt your brows furrow again. The confusion must have been obvious on your face, yet Greed took a step closer, and then another, moving until the two of you were almost intimately close.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to know that I was wrong,” He said, just over a whisper in that same, deep voice that left your heart practically shivering. “It’s good to finally meet you, soulmate. It seems that we have a lot to talk about in getting to know one another.”
The moment stuck, the air stilled, and suddenly you found yourself in such a crazy situation. Standing in the middle of a darkened alley, streetlights starting to turn on, with a man who saved you and who just so happened to be your soulmate. He felt dangerous, mysterious, but the look in his brilliant eyes was nothing short of excited joy as he looked at you.
It was the same look of relieved joy when someone found something they had lost.
Before you could gather up your thoughts, there was a sudden motion and--
He was kissing you. You felt the sudden warmth of lips against your own, the quick, chaste feeling of intimacy that sent your thoughts into a fervent explosion. Hands were on your waist, there was a pressure of another body against your own, pushing you back just enough to feel the entirety of Greed against you.
And then he was pulling away, leaving you breathless from the emotion, the moment, and the kiss itself.
“Holy fuck, so it is true what they say,” Greed leaned down to pick up his glasses, gently putting them back over his eyes before he started to collect your scattered groceries. “The first kiss with your soulmate really is something amazing! And here I thought you were shitting me with a prank or something.”
He either didn’t notice you standing there, frozen in shock, or he simply was letting you come back to yourself on your own time. He continued to gather your groceries, putting them all back in their respective bags.
“No!” You finally got your thoughts together, letting them fall into a moment of clarity as you huff towards Greed and caught his attention just as he had collected the last of your fallen food. “You can’t…!”
“Can’t….?” He tilted his head.
You huffed again, poking a finger into his chest. Heat started to rise over your cheeks.
“You can’t just kiss me like that! I don’t care if you are my soulmate, I deserve a chance to sit down and talk with you first!” You jab your finger into his chest again, which only seems to further the man’s amusement. He gently lifts your grocery bags up for you to take, though he only offered a few bags.
“Well then,” He whispered. “How about we start with walking you home first?”
You considered the offer, as well as the fact that you’d have someone else helping you carry the bags. Your acceptance came wordlessly, merely taking the few bags that Greed offered before you started walking, with him following in-step with you.
“....So, is your name actually Greed?”
“Hell yes it is,” he laughed. “It’ll make sense when we talk about it over dinner.”
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Digimon Adventure Tri – Symbiosis (Part 5) Movie Premier
Aight so I had great seats and I was sitting with a friend so it was great because we were whispering ‘what the fuck’ and crying together. We had a group of us scattered throughout the cinema, so that was cool and we debated for two-three hours after the movie, and the next two days lol.
ALSO: It’s been a few days, emotions were high, my Japanese isn’t flawless, etc etc. I may be wrong, I may accidentally write ‘it was this’ when that’s subjective and not fact etc. Take everything with a grain of salt. I’ve covered pretty much everything, and I’m pretty sure most of it is correct and have noted where I think otherwise.
General opinion: Meiko’s story has gone on too long, and while it’s finally gotten good, it’s too little too late. However, considering everything that Toei has set up so far and what they have to work with, it was a good movie. I think it was better than movie 4, which is my least favourite, but not as good as others. Some moments were stupid and others did not get what they deserved. Ai Kotoba is beautiful and it’s really refreshing and just an all round lovely song.
Let’s get down to eleven pages of business!
We start with Meiko being choked by Gennai, a direct continuation of last movie. Meikuumon goes bonkers. And ends up opening a fuck tonne of portals to the real world and Gennai’s pretty happy because there’s angry Digimon invading the real world. It happens over a while (separate scenes) but these Digimon cause chaos by invading shit and stuff. They aren’t friendly but we don’t really see them do BAD things – it’s more that they have a bad presence and are making people v v nervous. Often Digimon like Tankmon. Like, if there were 50 Tankmon in your street, it wouldn’t matter if they were actively attacking or not. Them being there is enough of an attack to terrorise people. It’s also likely it’s the infection/Mmon’s influence.
Meikuumon almost kills Meiko but Taichi saves her. This isn’t an issue – tbh we all know Meiko can’t do shit for herself. She’s been rescued before, it’s her character type. What the issue is is after her rescued her, he kept holding her. This happens a few more times. The over touching is really unnecessary and leads a heavy TaiMei vibe throughout the movie, which I don’t like, purely because Meiko hasn’t really got much of a deep character). I can ship pretty much anything if it’s written well (even in fics) but Meiko has no character to write well. And considering Taichi was so overly touchy with her, yet abandons Hikari later made me super pissed. Meikuumon disappears into the real world. Meiko’s glasses cracked when Gennai choked her.
There’s a Meikuumon flashback where Mmon comes out of a bush to find Meiko. We see a pool of blood behind it – Meiko doesn’t with feathers in it. Meiko cleans Mmon up, Meiko’s mum is concerned why she has blood on her shirt. Meiko’s like wtf I wasn’t hurt?? It’s from Mmon’s claws. Neither of them figure it out tho (or say so directly). This is from around the time Meiko found Mmon (Meikuumon).
Throughout the film we see lots of Mmon flashbacks. Mei looking after her, bathing her, Mmon being terrified by birds when she gets lost (hence the pool of blood), Mmon sneaking in Meiko’s school bag, being lonely when Mei is away etc. We also see shots of her in a lab, being very unhappy, Meiko’s dad talking about testing and researching, Hime lurking in the lab looking ready to move, Mmon in a trashed lab on a rampage and Mei calming her down, but being scared at the same time.
Hiemkawa is stumbling around calling for her partner. Why did you reject me? Where are you? She’s lost it. She’s completely gone.
The kids are in the Digi World but the Digital World doesn’t want them (Yggdrasil’s doing?). It keeps raining or using plants to attack them. At one point an entire cliff disappears beneath them, so they all fall. Later, when they’re running more from the world itself, Takeru tries to lead the way but the cliff disappears again and he’s just in the moment before he falls and he’s like ‘eh?’ and it’s a really nice bit of humour.
There’s a camp fire scene and there is such a beautiful rendition of Butter-fly playing. Easily one of my top ten moments. I don’t think it entirely matched the scene but damn. Release a stupidly priced BGM album of Tri with this on it and I’ll buy it in a heartbeat. Anyway, the scene is basically another ‘Meiko your part of our group’. One of Yamato’s lines was really cool ‘you’re not a chosen child. We’re the chosen children’. I especially like that line because it applies to ALL children, not just the original adventure kids. It isn’t about what you’ve experienced, it’s about the bond with Digimon some humans have.
Hikari is very much ‘we aren’t wanted. It doesn’t want us here. It’s telling us to leave’. And everyone doesn’t really like hearing that, but Takeru is really the only one going ‘uh, WHY do you feel that??’. Like it’s clear how the world is acting, but why does she think it’s the world attacking them more than a side effect of reboot or something. This is because they refuse to kill Mmon. The world is seeing them as a virus, something that’s unwelcome. Mmon is causing destruction and chaos – the digital world doesn’t want it, and essentially, if you don’t want Mmon dead, you’re on it’s side.
Tai’s mother is very worried about the situation. She’s worried about the world and her kids and the Digimon. She decides she can’t do anything but make sure they’ll be well fed when they get back, so she starts cooking. It might not sound good from my description, but it’s very simple and raw. She loves her kids. She knows she’s powerless. All she can do is hope and make sure they know how much she cares when they come back.
I wish we had more of these. Show me Yamato’s dad looking through footage trying to make sure the kids aren’t there getting hurt, Takeru’s mother harassing media contacts, Jyou’s family wondering about the casualities and hoping Jyou’s studies will help him if he needs it, Koushirou’s parents concerned but knowing how knowledgeable their boy is so he’s probably gonna keep himself out of trouble, Mimi’s parents worried, demanding police and whatever security agencies they can find if they know where she is, Sora’s mother glad that Sora grew up a tomboy and isn’t afraid of dirt and scary things, Meiko’s mother worried about the inner conflict her daughter must be going through.
Nishijima and Meiko’s dad talk while this is happening. MMON IS NOT EVOLVING. It is a power boost, yes, and it’s essentially very similar to the same levels of a shinka digimon, but it is NOT shinka. Mmon is abnormal and always has been. Mmon is confirmed to be related to Apoclymon in some shape – this could mean Mmon is an off shot of Amon, or got power/evil from the same source, anything really. Hackmon is very vague and unhelpful and has a difficult way of speaking. Also I found it really hard to concentrate here since Hackmon is sitting on a tv and looks very dog like, and considering it’s the movie about the cat digimon humans, I thought it was very amusing (small things, small minds?). Also, the tv is showing people debate about Digimon. One dude is very anti Digimon, another is very extra (think the shiny sparkly laser guy from BnHA, but not quite as extra) and then one dude, the closest to the screen, looks like he’s settling in for an angry nap. I love it.
Nishijima is pretty pissed and wants to know more and why Hackmon didn’t tell them anything. Hackmon is all like ‘lmao you couldn’t do shit anything anyway’ and Nishijima’s like ‘…true’. Also, Hackmon says they (Hack and Homeo) didn’t interfere with Mmon because they were trusting Meiko to keep it in line (ie Mmon was given to Meiko to be her partner, rather than them being destined for each other like the others). I mean, that seems like a bad idea, but okay sure, leave everything to the fate of a little girl. Why not. In any case, it’s now up to the Chosen to destroy Mmon.
Meiko is basically Mmon’s hope. Without Meiko, Mmon will lose it, hence why Gennai strangled her. Mmon is a toddler and Meiko is the safety blanket. Take the blanket away and you have a temper tantrum and uncontrollable actions on your hands.
The kids return to the real world with their Digimon. The fear mongering against the Digimon has reached bad levels, but we’re not really shown this so it isn’t as impactful as it could have been. (This could have been shown later with Mimi or Koushirou checking social media and getting pissed that people were talking shit about Digimon. I think they tried to a show don’t tell thing with the press conference on tv, etc, but I just don’t think it was done well, especially in some scenes where we see police/army/enforcement of some description trying to get civilians with cameras away from the Digimon infested spots, so it looks touristy rather than people being scared)
Anyway, a kid starts crying because Digimon are scary. Agumon’s like ?? let’s be friends and a police officer comes over. Obviously, Digimon are bad now so they call in support. Taichi fucking bolts and everyone follows. Digimon escape into the server. The kids are taken in by the police.
As they’re running, Taichi grabs Meiko’s hand. In the end, she’s like ‘um? I can run by myself?’. She’s polite and blushing, which you kinda do when you’re running and have your hand held by a cute boy. He lets go of her hand. There was no reason for him to do that unless he likes her or thinks she’s so weak she needs protecting. He’s never treated the other girls like that so to me it feels OOC. Her words also seem like a rejection to me. It wasn’t funny, didn’t develop anything and was oddly placed. Bad scene is bad.
The kids learn about how people view Digimon. It would have been nice to see interviews from classmates. Seeing Taichi and Yamato react again would have been interesting, plus you could have had Nishijima’s conflict of interests – Digimon dude vs teacher. What does he think of his student’s views, being so close to our chosen and being chosen himself?
Nishijima bails them out but can’t take them home. (Himekawa is missing, so he’s essentially doing her job as well) I guess the police chase was shown on the news or leaked or something, since people are in front of the Chosen’s house. Media too. It isn’t safe for them to go home. I wish they’d played up more of ‘but are our families ok?’. Especially Yamato’s and Takeru’s parents since they’re in the media!! Like, make them feel worried about how it will impact their jobs, or if they can even go to work or whatever.
He shows them a photo of Meikuumon blowing up the power plant. Meiko has new glasses as well as her old cracked ones (maybe she had a same pair of the same style at home that Nishi got for her, but considering he said it was too dangerous for them to go back home, idk. I guess people wouldn’t know who he is, but if the media is there you can bet they want interviews from the neighbours and anyone entering/leaving the building).
Anyway, Nishijima makes them hang out at school in the Calligraphy Club room. Apparently the school is shut for the summer, but mine never shut so… It’s possible this could be Obon, which my schools did shut for and a lot of businesses take a few days off for.
In a throw back to the stage play, now it’s night Mimi decides it’s time to gossip. My group was discussing whether the play took ideas from the movie, or perhaps they purposely tied it in, or new writers or what. A few other things were similar from the play that we hadn’t seen in Tri before, so it’s likely the creative teams spoke at one point.
Takeru says it’s only natural that they do ghost stories since it’s summer. Yamato is overly against it, which calls attention to him. Takeru enjoys mocking how scared he is. Yamato tries to deny it. The girls all gossip about him and he’s desperately trying to be cool. The DIGIMON start to talk shit and he’s even worse.
Jyou makes a lame attempt at telling a story. Yama’s slightly spoked still. Takeru starts (of course, with a torch light on his face). Yamato’s getting more freaked out. But the way Takeru starts just makes Mimi and Sora laugh so he passes the torch to Meiko (who ALL of the Digimon want to hear from :/ - whether you like Meiko or not, the fact that everyone hangs on her word is a little OTT at times).
So she starts. And this is something she actually is good at. Everyone’s freaking out. (It’s pretty generic, in a school hear the ringing of a bike bell blah blah) Yamato is fucking paranoid. “And on the other side of the door-”
Door opens.
SCREAMING
It’s just Nishijima. Nishijima is so confused why they’re all sitting in a dark room. Yamato looks like he had a heart attack ;;;;;; Honestly I can’t do justice to this scene. Everyone was great here and Yamato’s nervous twitching was PERFECT.
Anyway Nishijima buys them food and reminds them that it’s late. He asks if they want to stay the night. Yamato’s NO is perhaps a little too fast and loud lmao More shit talking ensures. Someone makes a snark about him being scared and Nishijima has also suggested a hotel, but Yamato has to gain back his image and says it’s fine to stay there. Jou wants the hotel but if it’s just him, he’d rather stay with everyone than being alone.
They call their families. Mimi is crying (not sobs, just tears, while she’s talking to her parents) and Sora hugs her while she’s also on the phone. We don’t hear most of the conversations, so this is very touching. Jou talks alone on the stair case, Koushirou is happily chatting away. Yamato and Takeru call their respective guardians and Yamato chooses not to talk to his mother. Hikari finishes talking to their mother and passes the phone to Taichi.
“How is she (Hikari)?” “Not gonna ask about your son?” (said in a joking way) “I know you’ll be ok. I’m entrusting the two Digimon and Hikari to you, ok?” “Yeah yeah”
We see their mum has made a huge amount of food to welcome them back because she was so worried about them. She’s relieved their back home, but you can see in her expression she’s still a bit worried.
Taichi is wandering around and finds Meiko on the phone to her dad. She’s very clearly not ok but her dad doesn’t seem to be giving two shits. Like, we don’t hear him talk, but judging by what we’ve seen he isn’t the most emotional man and she didn’t seem to be like ‘thanks for the pep talk. Im still depressed but thanks for trying’. Even when he was talking to Nishijima and they were saying as long as Meiko is safe Mmon is ok – he was like ‘hm, damn, hope she’s alright then because this thing is fucking shit up. So she’s probably not ok. Hm’. Yes, I realise more than Meiko is at stake. But decent parents would show more concern – nobody in the room (Hackmon and Nishi) are his superiors, he wouldn’t lose face, etc. There was no reason for him to be distant except he is distant. So fuck him to be honest. I’m all about good family relationships and I think Digimon has shown enough ‘oh they have family issues’ (Koushirou, Yamato and Takeru, Sora etc) that Meiko didn’t need it in her sob story either.
Taichi approaches Meiko and she is way too real. It’s great she is finally having deep thoughts, but she’s pretty dark and worries about her self worth (I’m someone who can’t do anything). She worries about if it’s ok for everyone to help her and put her in danger to help her rescue her partner. Taichi starts to go back to his leader roots. I wish I understood more of the conversation/could convey it clearer. Meiko really needed this development. This scene was important for her, and I really wish it had come a lot sooner.
The Digimon are all anxiously watching. “Should I tell Sora?” “Maybe I should tell Hikari!” “Yamato would want to know about this!”
Agumon wonders over to Meiko shortly after Taichi leaves. The Digimon do the same thing.
It’s honestly really cute. This is probably the shippiest thing ever. You can see it as friendship, but if Mimi and Jyou were talking I doubt the Digimon would bat an eyelid. Part of it comes with how new Meiko is and part of it is Toei being Toei. All the Digimon are curious to how their humans will react to this one on one time.
Agumon asks if she’s hungry. She mentions she’s fine, but her heart is a little empty. I can’t remember the wording, but he basically said that can be fixed because everyone likes her. It’s very naïve and childish, but it’s innocent and I felt like these incidents cemented her place in the group and made her more willing to trust everyone. She cries and hugs him.
(So I know a lot of people have issues with Tri’s humour. Mostly Agumon and his stupid food obsessed nature. The ghost story scene was done very well, and even Agumon’s scene here was done really well, despite me being bad at describing it. The humour fits the movie, doesn’t feel out of place and has done more to make Meiko a part of the group than so many other scenes combined have. It’s definitely one of the best scenes of the movie (ghosts) and in the Tri franchise)
The next day Mmon appears so everyone runs out to fight it. This fight is very long and the last 1/4? Maybe more of the movie is pure action (from here until the end). Surprisingly the streets are still ok. Everyone gets screen time but nobody really gets a shining moment. Everyone goes perfect and then mega (except Angewoman). Jesmon appears to eliminate Mmon who powers up to Raguelmon.
Maki is still stumbling around, wondering what the fuck she did because she caused the world to be shit and her partner doesn’t even remember her so what’s the point?
Hikari ends up being possessed by homeo again and fights it off. It’s saying they need to kill Mmon and Hikari ain’t about that life. THIS is the Hikari I’ve been waiting for. She doesn’t take shit despite her kind personality. If something was possessing you, would you sit idly by? It was a short scene, and you kinda see the real Hikari as a shadow/ghost, shouting to her body/homeo telling it to fuck off.
There is a pic of Takeru holding Hikari with Meiko in the bg. “I guess this takes place after Hikari breaks free from homeostasis” – yes. I have a lot of issues with this scene. It happens in the free for all fight and Taichi basically runs off to keep fighting. Considering this happens after the call where his mother specifically asked him to look after her, where he is the leader, where he is her brother!!!!, I’m pissed at this decision. Yes, the fight is important, but the digimon can do it by themselves? Humans get in the way? He should have been there for Hikari more instead of letting other people carry her (she’s fatigued and needs two people to support her). It also would have made his disappearance have more of an impact.
They enter the Digital World. (At one point Mmon protects Meiko and everyone is like? Is it because they’re partners or because Mmon wanted to fight Jesmon? The kids were divided on this and weren’t in clearly chosen camps. I personally didn’t see a whole lot of protecting Meiko in this scene – even Meiko wasn’t entirely sure).
Alphamon (Team Ygg) comes to fight Jesmon (Team Homeo). Everyone gets destroyed to baby forms. Omegamon has to fight/protect Raguelmon who is trying to fight Omegamon (from Jesmon). Jesmon charges a massive attack and tries to shoot Raguelmon (I’ll probably use Mmon since it’s easier sorry – also Raguelmon is never called that by name due to no evolution sequence, it never doing anything but screaming unlike every other Digimon, and Koushirou doesn’t look it up even though he looks Jesmon up? etc). Alphamon attacks Jesmon as it’s about to fire and it goes off course, causing the ground to shatter. I wouldn’t say Alphamon is on Omegamon’s side but they aren’t enemies..? As mentioned by Jay on WtW, even Miyazaki Ayumi (side note: AiM was very cute the whole thing, Hikari kept looking to Taichi to help her answer because MAO is kinda spacy and Meiko’s VA is  v v v cute) felt some confusion in this fight. Jesmon and Alphamon are nowhere to be seen after this happens and by the time the dust has cleared everyone is back to their baby form bar Mmon.
(I can’t remember at exactly what point it happens, but later on, we Himekawa in the DARK OCEAN!!! She sees the demony things, and has a gun but doesn’t use it. She’s still loony af. She drowns. Her scenes are short but really strong. Nishijima ends up kinda feeling that something happens to her (red string of fate www). He’s also wondering why he was chosen as a child (he did in the Hackmon talk as well – it’s really nice to see him be very human instead of a goof who happens to be a secret agent) and remembers him and Hime with their Digimon as kids.)
Meiko had been running toward Mmon at this point (she decided that it would be best for everyone if Mmon was killed – Taichi accepted this decision, though Yamato was initially against it. Yamato gave in – I believe it was partly because it’s logical – Mmon is causing hell, infecting everyone etc. Part of it is his crest – he doesn’t want his friends hurt (also why he fought the choice) or disrespect them when they’re serious (this seemed to be Taichi’s main motivation). Meiko has finally gotten serious and her choice is the most logical, and she’s the one that hurts the most from it. Disrespecting this would be pretty rude, and there is nobody else who can fight apart from Omegamon.)
Meiko running toward Mmon is partly due to her low feeling of self worth. On top of that, I think she was hoping to get hurt and to give Omegamon a chance to get Mmon. Meiko didn’t make this choice easily. She’s my least fave Tri character, but I really felt for her here. TaiYama had been following her (Yamato first – despite agreeing to Mmon being killed, I don’t think he would let this one slide. Again, she doesn’t need to be hurt, she’s hurting enough, it’s not logical for her to be physically hurt, his crest etc).
The ground shatters, Yama saves Meiko. This could be seen as shippy since he’s saved her more than once (she shouldn’t need to be saved as often as she has been…). But I don’t think so. He has the crest of friendship. He’s seen enough friends die. Again, I don’t think it felt particularly shippy so I think it was Toei being weird when they made him hold her longer than necessary.
Taichi nods to Omegamon in a very short but powerful scene. He’s so far away from the other two. Omon saves Yamato and Meiko as a result. Theres a few shouts as Taichi starts to fall. Nishijima tries to save him but they both fall. This was a really well done scene. I don’t think Digimon has ever filled me with so much dread. Yamato called for Taichi and that hurt. Shipper or not, these two have a strong bond. They don’t always agree or get along, and in Tri they’ve been weird, but they were shot by angels together. Taichi just gave up his life for these two. That’s a bond and a half.
Everyone thinks Taichi’s dead. That’s stupid, but they don’t know they’re anime ;p We don’t see them once they fall, but we don’t need to to know they’re alive. The reactions are lame in my opinion (and I discuss this shortly – the ones as he was falling were fine, but afterwards, I get everyone is in shock, but I don’t think it’s what it should have been). I think Yamato and Meiko will get a bit of time to open up more next movie due to how close they were to being in same boat.
After the dust settles, Hikari realises Taichi isn’t there. Oniichan doushite… Oniichan… Oniichan… Nobody can get close to her and the ‘distortion’ started. She wasn’t possessed or infected from my knowledge (and her eyes do the red glowy thing – kinda like homoe but less rainbow, more red/dark) (I don’t believe it was made clear what it was tho. It could be Yggdrasil influencing her in a moment of weakness, infection, whatever. This is how I see it). Earlier, it was mentioned that those who are the softest and most kind hearted are the easiest to break (Hackmon). Essentially it is the same as Tai going dark – she lost her light and kinda went blank. They really needed to show her breaking a little more instead of just going numb. If they didn’t show her darkness in the previews it would have been so much more effective. Even showing her Digivice cracking, being corrupted or something would have done something. Static noise. This scene wasn’t as good as it could have been.
Takeru tries to call out to her once but nada.
The darkness kind of left Hikari (and left her with a static barrier? So nobody could really get close to her) and it infected her partner (the darkness kind of swallows it??) and we got OFDM. Unfortunately no dark evolution sequence which would have been hella rad. OFDM and Mmon fuse – it doesn’t look like Mmon WANTS to (so it is NOT Jogress). (There was little to no reaction from Meiko – understandable. She almost died, her Digimon is causing terror and hurting people and almost hurt, how is she meant to feel???) OFDM darkness kinda sucks it up? The merge and it’s fucking terrifying.
If you’ve seen Evangelion, the angel that’s pinned to the cross underground?? THINK A GIANT WINGED TERRIFYING VERSION OF THAT IT’S NIGHTMARE FUEL Y’ALL
Big and white, creepy eyes (multiple, I remember them being black), massive butt (I’m sorry but it does), female. It’s creepy and gross and demonic. No hands or legs, like claw things.
So basically, Nmon is forced to evolve into OFDM (I don’t see Hikari’s darkness as attacking Nmon – it’s more like the darkness in Hikari can’t DO anything in Hikari, so it merges with her partner which is able to change forms (evolve) so it can let it’s rage be known – think of it as Hikari’s heart/emotions needing to let go of it’s anger and frustration but obvs, humans have limited ways of doing it, so by going to a creature which can fuck shit up, she can release her emotions better – idk if that’s the official explanation, but that’s how I saw it, especially as the humans and partners are meant to have such strong bonds it makes sense one influences the other, and it’d be a nice throwback to 01 Hikari when she used her inner light against the Numemon or whatever), it sucks Mmon into a portal (it’s darkness kind of leaks down to Mmon, smothers it, drags it up to the portal iirc) and the fusion comes down, Hikari tells it to fucking murder everything, and it goes back into the portal, to our world, and darkness starts to spread over the planet.
Yamato grabs Tai’s goggles and puts them on (!!!!!!!!!). (I cried. They’re my OTP of OTP’s) He basically tells everyone they have to get it together – he’s right. You may not like him as the leader, but someone needs to lead now. Who else will? Jyou who has spent half the series trying to balance two massive tasks? (I love him and would love to see him lead, but I don’t think Tri has really set him up to do that well – and Yamato has always been Taichi’s foil when it came to leadership) Koushirou, who already had a leader role after the reboot? Takeru, who’s focussed on the very numb and out of it Hikari? (Keep in mind Hikari fought homeo which is exhausting, she just lost her brother, she’s been running and fighting all day, her Digimon is now dark and fused with a Digimon that’s been bonkers from the almost start – from what I remember people were essentially helping her do everything, even stand up – it looks very PTSD to me.) Mimi, who’s crying? Meiko, who doesn’t really know anyone because Toei still forces the ‘no Meiko, you ARE our friend’ instead of her already being a friend/integrated group member (validating ur friends is cool – constantly going ‘we're friends’ tho kinda makes it look like they need convincing and it just doesn’t feel right). Sora? Maybe, yeah, I wouldn’t mind it, and tbh she deserves it since she had such a shit movie, but c’mon. We’re not looking at a perfect series and some of the moves made by Toei regarding Digimon as a whole lately have been bad (yes I’m looking at you Fes).
Yamato isn’t claiming to be the new leader or taking over. The WORLD is about to get destroyed by TWO OF THEIR OWN DIGIMON. They’ve essentially lost a mentor (Nishijima, two if you count Gennai) and TWO MEMBERS (Hikari is useless rn, Tai’s gone, three if you count Meiko without Mmon). They need to MOVE. Everyone’s in shock (I guess – I found their reactions pretty piss poor tbh) but he’s the one realising the urgency of the situation and doing something about it. Comparing his leaderships skills now to 01 Yamato’s is honestly stupid. You aren’t the same as you were a few years ago, so why hold that standard to him, especially when Tri (and the stage play) has often emphasised how time and situations make people change.
(In saying that, I’m looking forward to when he gives the goggles back!!! I don’t think there will be time for him to fuck up (though I wouldn’t say no to it), unless the movie is longer than any other. Also, this could well be a coping method for him too – keeping the goggles could mean that he’s ready to give them back, a way of keeping Taichi with them, that he doesn’t want to believe Taichi is gone and is waiting for him to show up aka a coping mechanism)
Koromon is looking down to where Taichi fell. He has such a small voice. “I couldn’t save him…”
It’s heart breaking. I don’t like that they don’t have their original memories, but this is so innocent and pure and the new relationships with their humans aren’t any less valid than the old ones. Yamato is encouraging in his own gruff way to him and leads the way back to everyone else.
Ai Kotoba is a beautiful song. Their voices match beautifully, the lyrics are wonderful and it fits the melancholy feel of the end. Please support them and buy a copy of the CD if you can. I’ll always love Wada-san’s works, but this is honestly a beautiful beautiful song and I’m so upset I can’t go to Miyazaki’s next concert (it’s highly speculated that AiM will be making a guest appearance).
Discussion/Ramblings (Some of this from the With the Will forum. People asked Jay some questions. I sat next to Jay during the movie. Afterwards the group I was with went to dinner – Jay was absent)
No 02 kids. But Gennai was doing a Ken every now and then? No reason for that, I guess he likes changing forms??
People are saying Taichi and Nishijima are dead which is fucking stupid. Tri hasn’t taken many major risks, they aren’t going to up and kill two characters, especially the main. C’mon y’all, really? There are no bodies. General rule = body means dead. No body = alive. They disappeared when the ground was cracking up – there’s plenty of hope. Nobody who saw the movie believes they’re dead.
Our group kinda talked about it and wonder if the 02 kids are in the DOcean or not, and also whether that’s where Taichi and Nishijima would go (02 maybe, not so much the other two).
However, we did think that Wizardmon could be coming back still. He isn’t a Digimon, and if he’s able to travel worlds/realms, if Tai/Nishi aren’t in the DOcean (no reason for them to be), but somewhere else, it’s possible we could see him. Plus, he could serve as a trigger to bring back Tailmon’s (everyones) memories/make her/Hikari come back to the light, especially if he brings the humans with him. I can’t remember the exact discussion, but it sounds more plausible than how I’m writing it lmao.
Attack names aren’t called out either for the most part. Evo scenes were merged, cut etc to cut down screen time, thank god. Taichi has a lot of screen time (more so than Hikari), and I like how they’re showing him becoming more of the diplomat the epilogue showed him to be. Whether the epilogue ends up being canon or not (I don’t care either way tbh), it shows a lot of growth and I enjoy and appreciate it.
DARK OCEAN DARK OCEAN DARK OCEAN
Some thoughts after our discussion: now that Meikuumon is known to be made of something similar to Apocalypmon, why (…I don’t know where I was going with this. I was typing at 2am after the movie after about four hours of discussion… went to bed without finishing the thought… maybe I’ll remember one day)
We’re curious as to what crest Meiko would have. Ken has one, so Meiko should definitely have one. With everyone else, we can kinda look at their actions through the context of their crests, but with Meiko, we have little to work with (no matter how I may sound, I don’t hate her – she is simply there for me. I WANT to like her, but I don’t have a lot of good reasons to…). Giving her a crest could help us understand/like her more, make her actions make more sense etc. I think it’s important for her as a member of the Adventure franchise tbh. The 02 kids had their attributes, so if she doesn’t get one, she’ll be left out in a bad way imo.
Some people seem to think Hikari and Meiko will get more focus in the next movie. Obvs to an extent they will since their partners are the Big Bad now (sure, people behind the scenes (Ygg, Homeo etc), but this is the immediate big bad). But this is the last movie – they can’t afford to spend too much time on these two unless it’s longer than usual. Don’t hold your breath for anything special. However, what can they do? They’ve lost their partner. They’re Chosen but have no partners. Where do they fit on the team? Interesting discussions could be had here.
The TaiMei moments are teasing and tbh, I don’t think either character likes the other in a romantic sense. I just think Toei was trying to be teasing but they failed. I haven’t seen anyone go “oh! Yes thanks I love it!”. Everyone was like “Thanks! I hate it!”. Why? Because it was done weirdly (mostly just by holding Meiko for an awkwardly long time) and it’s OOC on both ends. Meiko is constantly having everyone say ‘yea you’re our friend you’re in the group’ and then suddenly romance teasing? Doesn’t make sense.
Neither Hikari nor OFDM got the time they deserved. OFDM was in the movie for maybe a minute before fusing. I honestly feel bad for Hikari fans. This franchise (Tri) has been mostly Meiko. This was meant to be a movie about both of them (though Meiko honestly shouldn’t get one since they should have established her history etc well before now and she’s had ample screen time in every movie for that to happen with) and Meiko took over. Mmon also has the same issue. OFDM was placed on the poster, and yeah, it created hype, but unless we see more OFDM next movie, or the pure version, it’s honestly shit tbh.
I have a lot of hopes for the last movie, but I don’t have high expectations. Movie 4 is the worst in Tri imo, and 5 was maybe the 2nd or 3rd worse. Not good for this late in the franchise. I believe it will focus mainly on Taichi and Yamato (one needs to get back to the group, the other is de facto leader) and Meiko (because when isn’t Tri focused on her? Plus she lost her partner) and Hikari (many reasons). However, I believe Hikari may get shafted pretty quick a la Sora and once Yamato hands over the leadership again (which essentially means Tai shows up) theres no need to focus on him either. I do hope they punch each other tho. Is it really Adventure if they don’t hit each other??
I don’t think part six can answer all plot holes and questions, or give everyone ample and fair screen time and do well with the plot. I’m looking forward to it, but, I don’t think it can do everything I want it to or everything I need it too or everything it should do (tie up loose ends etc). All in all, enjoyable movie considering how everything has been set up, though it has it’s weird moments.
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FP Jones/Andrews family /Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 5
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AN: This fic has gotten such a positive reaction and I’m so glad all of you are enjoying it!
Catch up here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)
Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent
Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews
Word count: 1,956 (This chapter is a little short, sorry!)
Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,
“You dragged me over here because you can't find your wallet? That is what you need me for?” You laughed with disbelief, FP only shrugged his shoulders and rose his eyebrows. 
“Hey, the more people, the quicker I find it.” FP said as he continued to look around the trailer to which looked like a bomb site.
You wanted to say some snarky comment about him having any other friends but in all honesty you were happy he had called you and even thought of you when it came down to something like this. 
You decided to take the bedroom since FP was already scattering around the living room and kitchen. 
“So what exactly am I looking for?” You asked as you searched around the room, 
“It’s a wallet, what much else do you want? It looks like a wallet.” FP called back to you. You scoffed, laughing quietly at his response. 
You dug through the piles of clothes that were around the room, checking all pants and jacket pockets just in case and as you went, you gathered all the empty bottles around and threw them in a trash bag. 
You hesitated to look through the drawers and bedside table because a bedroom was so personal to people so decided to leave those to last in hope FP would come before and search in there himself. 
You opened up the closet and searched through the jackets and pants and all the belongings on the floor. 
You held onto the worn leather jacket that belonged to FP with the Sepernts symbol on the back on it and smiled at the memory of wearing it. You didn't realise FP could see you from where he was stood but he could. He smiled as you did, before shaking his head and continued scavenging. 
FP didn’t know what it was but he found you completely unique and was constantly baffled by you, you always wanted help to him with nothing in return, you gave him money that was rightfully yours and you kept him company when he needed it most. He had no idea what he had done to have a girl as beautiful and smart and funny and kind in his life; but that’s the thing, a girl, you were a girl, only eighteen and that’s what stopped him. 
At the back of the closet you noticed a box and being the overly curious and too-nosey-for-your-own-good kind of girl you were, you decided to pull the top off. 
There wasn’t much in there. A high school year book, an old polaroid camera, a photo album and a couple odd nicknacks. 
You flipped through the yearbook until you came across a picture of FP and your jaw hit the floor. 
“FP!” You called him in, staring at the photograph in complete surprise. You thought FP was attractive now, teenage FP was a god. You didn't think your crush could intensify but it did. 
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“Yeah? Did you find it?” FP eyes widened when he saw what you had found. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.” FP reached forward to take the yearbook away from you but you hopped up and took the polaroid camera too, aiming it at him. “(Y/n), put the yearbook down. Now.” FP warned you as he neared you. 
You slowly backed up with a mischievous smile locked on your lips. 
“Why?” You clutched the book in your hands, threatening to open it again when FP suddenly lurched forward and tried to snatch it from you. 
You squealed as you fell back, fortunately landing on FP’s bed with him beside you.
He had managed to get the yearbook back but you still had the camera. 
You both laid there, laughing at yourselves. You looked over at FP who was already watching you, and managed to somehow control your laughter. 
There was a moment of silence as you studied the man’s face and to break the silence you lifted the camera and took a picture of FP which erupted the laughter again. 
FP rolled his eyes and took the camera from you. You were surprised it even worked. He took the photo that you took of him and dug it into his back pocket. 
“Here.” He beckoned you closer to him with a nod of his head as he raised the camera above the both of you. You moved so you were under his arm and decided to pull a funny face instead of a smile. 
FP lowered his arm and shook the picture as you waited for it to process. 
You had never seen FP like this before. It was nice. 
You slid off the bed as FP sat up, and you knelt by the box again.
You lifted the photo album and opened it up. 
There were only a few pictures, you didn't really see FP as a photo guy but obviously Jughead’s mom liked to savour the memories. 
There were some baby pictures of Juggy and Jellybean, some pictures of Archie and Jug when they were young, then some pictures of FP and Juggy’s Mom together. 
FP watched you as you flicked through the barely filled book. He watched your smile fade as you eyes caught the pictures of him and his wife. He felt his chest go hollow when you closed the book and pushed a fake smile onto your face. 
You stood and tucked your hair behind your ear then crossed your arms over your chest.
You went to say something but then you suddenly noticed FP’s wallet sticking out from under the bed. 
You dove forward and picked up the tattered wallet and tossed it over to FP. 
“Thanks.” FP chuckled, opening it to check what contents he had inside. 
“I better be going.” You gestured over your shoulder, avoiding any eye contact with the man. 
“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks for coming over.” FP stood but you were already by the door by the time he had made his way towards you. 
“No problem, see you around, FP.” You rushed from the house, leaving FP behind. 
The reminder that he still had a family was a slap round the face and you didn't want to be there much longer. After all, how can he like a kid like you?
“Where you been?” Fred asked you as you entered through the front just in time for pizza. 
“Just window shopping. Please tell me you didn't order pineapple on the pizza again.” You got yourself a plate and picked up a slice to which luckily had no pineapple 
“No, I remembered how much you complained about it last time.”Fred told you. 
“Yeah, it was like for three days straight.” Archie teased you, you stuck your tongue out at your brother before scoffing a mouthful of the slice you had. 
You heard the door go and your dad was quick to answer it. 
“Mr. Andrews. Nice haircut. Looking extremely DILF-y today.” a familiar irritating and painful voice echoed down the hall. You almost choked on your pizza at Cheryl’s comment. “Is Archie home?” She asked,
 “Cheryl... Yes. Um, come on in.” Fred invited her inside and she stormed up the hall in her tiny high heels. 
“The icewoman cometh.” Jughead grumbled as you watched her approach like a wolf oncoming it’s prey. 
“Hey Cheryl.” Archie sent a nod her way. 
“As a maj. thank you for coming to the Maple Banquet with me tomorrow I wanted to give you this.” Cheryl placed a guitar case with a shiny red bow on top, onto the counter. She prised back the lid and Archie’s eyebrows shot up. 
“An ‘84 Les Paul in our signature colour. You’re welcome.” Cheryl smiled sickly sweetly at Archie. 
You, Fred and Jug all sat there awkwardly as you watched the two of them. 
“Okay, that’s all. I’m going now. My claustrophobia acts up in small houses.” Cheryl sighed, looking around your home. 
You rolled your eyes and continued to eat your food. 
“See you tomorrow.” Cheryl pecked Archie’s cheek and then trotted back to her mansion. 
“She’s branded you now.” You tapped your cheek to signify the lipstick mark. 
Archie ignored your comment as he wet to test his new guitar. 
“I’d give that back if I were you.” Fred told Archie. 
“Dad, come on. The Blossoms, they're helping me get into that summer music program. Like, the best in the country.” Archie groaned, 
“Since when did the Blossoms ever give a damn about you, Archie?” Fred asked, 
“Well, they think I have potential, Dad.” Archie said just before Jughead said...
“He’s also pimping himself out to Cheryl.”
“The Blossoms tried to run our business into the ground.” Fred reminded Archie that the Blossoms aren't the good guys here. 
“Maybe if you tried talking to Mr. Blossom––” Archie started but Fred soon cut him off. 
“I tried talking to him. He laughed in my face. Don’t think for a second that the Blossoms are looking out for you. They're using you, Archie. They look at us like we’re dirt under their shoe. I’m over it.” Fred left the kitchen with the last word. 
You took your pizza and also left the room to avoid any unwanted sibling discussion.
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“Well, don't you look... red.” You smirked as you sat up on the kitchen counter with a spoon in your mouth. Archie had come home earlier than you expected. 
You smile disappeared when you noticed Archie had lipstick smudged over his mouth. “Arch? What happened?” You pulled yourself off the side, and frowned. 
“Just... Cheryl. You and Dad were right, they were just using me to be Cheryl’s arm candy. Cheryl made her move tonight and... and that’s not even the worst part... I might've heard something that puts Veronica’s dad into the list of suspects for Jason’s killer.” Archie glided towards you and took the tub of ice cream from you, grabbing a clean spoon and eating it. 
“Firstly, I can't believe Cheryl did that when you are dating Valerie; actually I can. Secondly, what?! What did you hear?!” You asked, 
“Mr. and Mrs. Blossom were talking and it sounded an awful lot like they were the one’s responsible for sending Ronnie’s dad to jail.” 
You took a moment to think then reached up to rub the lipstick from your brother’s lips with your sleeve since it was bothering you. 
“First things first, you need to talk to Valerie about Cheryl before someone else gets to her first. Then you need to tell Veronica about her dad and Betty and Jughead so they can add him to the murder board.” You ran your hand over your head and closed your eyes. “I swear, Archie, you can't have one night out and not get dragged into drama, can you?” 
You couldn’t believe that Archie had come back with more news about the Jason case. You weren’t as nearly involved with it all like your brother and his friends were but you still liked to keep up with it all but you swore Archie came back with new information every other day. 
“It’s not like I want it.” Archie scoffed at you. You bit down on your lower lip and gazed at the floor.
“I know” You closed your eyes momentarily, clenching your jaw as you thought. “Go get out of that suit, it’s blinding me with it’s Blossomness.” You joked half heartedly. 
“Oh, and I thought you’d wanna know that Polly is actually spying on the Blossoms. She didn't want to live there over Betty and her mom.” Archie said just before disappearing around the corner. 
You exhaled a breathy chuckle and shook your head.
“Atta girl.” 
Part 6
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"Glee" ran from 2009 to 2015 and the musical dramedy oftentimes used clothes to help characterize the cast's distinct personalities
Some characters, like Rachel and Tina, change their style significantly as they grow from teenage outcasts to ambitious and confident young adults.
Others, like Emma and Kurt, have a signature style throughout the show's run.
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The musical high-school dramedy "Glee" ran on Fox from 2009 to 2015 and along the way, it showcased a lot of memorable fashions. 
The singing and dancing cheerleaders, jocks, geeks, and outcasts of the fictional William McKinley High School may have been characterized first and foremost by their place in the social hierarchy, but their personalities came through in their music — and, in some part, their clothes.
Here are the first and last outfits of 20 major characters from "Glee."
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We only see a glimpse of Rachel Berry's outfit during her first appearance.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Rachel's very first appearance is when she witnesses the former choir teacher inappropriately touching a male student. She looks on, wearing a tortoiseshell headband, a knotted pearl necklace, and what appears to be a black jacket with a flower decal.
Her final look is a simple white dress.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
When we last see Rachel, it's on the series' final scene — a musical number featuring the majority of the show's cast.
She's wearing a simple white shift dress and red heels, looking just as feminine but significantly more grown-up than when she kicked off the series as a high-school sophomore. 
Finn Hudson's first look is athletic and casual.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Despite being the quarterback, Finn doesn't kick off the series in a jersey. Instead, he's wearing a slightly preppy layered look in neutral colors, possibly hinting at the fluid social status he'll have at the school as the show progresses.
His final look is a button-down plaid shirt.
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Last appearance: 4.19, "Sweet Dreams" 
Finn's last physical appearance is as a college student who is helping out the glee club in his spare time. For his final look, he's dressed in a grown-up plaid button-down.
This is the last episode the late Cory Monteith acted in as Finn and is the final episode the character appears in. He later appears a few more times in photos in his memorial episode, "The Quarterback," and in flashbacks from the season-six episode "2009."
Quinn Fabray's first look is, unsurprisingly, a cheer uniform.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
When we first meet Quinn, she's laughing at Rachel's overly eager YouTube channel and wearing her Cheerios uniform with her tiny cross necklace.
Her final look is an elegant red lace dress.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Yale student Quinn returns for the final number in McKinley school colors, red and white, but this time she's in a red lace dress, looking as prim and polished as ever.
Kurt Hummel's first look includes a statement jacket.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
The first time he appears, Kurt is about to be thrown into a dumpster. He's wearing a blue moto jacket and carrying a brown leather bag, which Finn allows him to spare from the trash toss.
  His final look is topped off with white ankle boots.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Fashion has always been serious business for Kurt and so it remains. For the final number, he wears a Commes de Garcons shirt, red tie, red pants, a patterned belt, and white booties.
  Artie Abrams' first look is mostly white.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
From day one, Artie's look has been "geek chic." He first appears in a white shirt buttoned to his chin, khakis, loafers, glasses — and the little white gloves for performing the tune "Sit Down, You're Rocking the Boat."
His final look is a simple red polo.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Artie's geek-chic style stays pretty consistent through the series. He's not wearing driving gloves (or any kind of gloves) when we see him last, but he is wearing a red polo with khakis and a brown belt.
Tina Cohen-Chang's first look is dark and adorned with chains.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Tina starts off with a deliberate goth-inspired look, complete with a studded and chained belt, knee-high socks, fingerless gloves, multiple key necklaces, and blue streaks in her hair.
Her final look is much brighter.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Tina's style change may be one of the most pronounced throughout the series. After her goth-girl beginnings during the first couple of seasons, she ends up shedding the accessories and dark colors for more fitted, contemporary outfits.
Her last look is a white blouse with a fun cut and bright-red pants.
  Brittany S. Pierce also kicks off the series in a cheer uniform.
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First appearance: 1.2, "Showmance"
Brittany first shows up as a quiet Cheerio and celibacy-club member, blending in with her cheer uniform and side-swept bangs.
  Her final look is a flowy top with red pants.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
When Brittany shows up during the final performance, she's wearing a swingy white fringe shirt, which, much like her Cheerios skirt, has a lot of movement and pairs well with her energetic dance abilities.
Mercedes Jones first takes the stage in a shiny jacket.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Mercedes first appears at her audition for glee club wearing a gold bomber jacket over layered purple tees with a purple plaid beret and a big, shiny necklace.
  Her final look is nearly all red.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Mercedes' look also streamlines by the show's end. For her final appearance, she wears a red peplum top, floral pants, and wedge heels.
Santana Lopez also kicks off the series in a uniform.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Santana is also making fun of Rachel's videos when we first meet her and she's huddled up with other Cheerios in uniform.
Her final outfit is a belted white dress.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Santana is last seen in a stylish and modern white lace dress with a front zipper and a thin red belt.
  Will Schuester's first look is polished and cool.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Will lets us know right off the bat that he's a cool teacher, if somewhat downtrodden and oblivious, when he rolls up in his lemon wearing shiny sunglasses and an otherwise straight-laced outfit.
His final look is a red sweater, collard shirt, and jeans.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Schu looks professional and a little more relaxed in his last appearance. He's wearing a shirt and tie layered under a red sweater, paired with jeans and sneakers. His hair also seems to be a little less stiff, which Sue would probably approve of.
Sue Sylvester's first look is perfect for her role.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Coach Sylvester first appears during the show's very first scene in her soon-to-be-signature tracksuit in bright WMHS red, plus a little necklace.
  Her final look is ... exactly what you'd expect.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Sue's last appearance isn't so different from her first — she's still making self-aggrandizing cracks and wearing a red tracksuit.
This time, her tracksuit has the seal of the Vice President of the United States and her glasses point to the humbling wisdom she's acquired since her introduction as the glee club's antagonist. 
Emma Pillsbury's first look is fitted and preppy.
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First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"
Emma first appears walking into the faculty lunchroom in one of her signature, put-together ensembles, consisting of a purple cardigan, yellow beaded necklace, knotted blouse, and yellow shoes.
Her final look includes a cardigan and hat.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Emma's style is another that doesn't change much, even as her character develops. For the last musical number, she's wearing a white dress, oversized hat, and red cardigan emblazoned with a ribbon. 
Blaine Anderson's first look is his most popular one.
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First appearance: 2.6, "Never Been Kissed"
Blaine first appears when Kurt visits Dalton Academy to spy on the Warblers. He's polished in his Dalton uniform, which consists of a striped tie and navy blazer with red trim. 
  His final look is topped off with a bow tie.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Still preppy and dapper, Blaine joins the glee club for the final song wearing a red gingham shirt, red pants, and a bow tie, which has become his signature accessory. 
Mike Chang's first look is a uniform.
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First appearance: 1.4, "Preggers"
When he first appears, Mike Chang is one of the football players who is forced to practice dance steps with glee club. He shows up ready to groove in his practice uniform.
It's tough to capture his final look, but the fast-moving dancer dons a red collared shirt for the finale.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Mike dances onstage during the last number (with his fellow football player Matt, who's been off-the-grid since the first season). He wears a red-and-white polo and slim-fitting white pants.
Sam Evans' first look purposely shows off his arms.
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First appearance: 2.1, "Audition"
Sam is first seen at football practice wearing a gray sleeveless hoodie and red athletic shorts — and, of course, he's sporting his surfer-style blond hair. 
His final look includes a major hair change.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Sam is still showing off his physique on the show's finale, albeit in a more subtle way, with a fitted, white pocketed shirt. He's now sporting a hairstyle that's swooped up and out of his eyes. 
Kitty Wilde's first look is, of course, a cheer uniform.
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First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"
Kitty, or, "New Quinn," first appears as most Cheerios do — in her uniform. Her hair is up in a performance-regulation ponytail and she's only accessorizing with tiny stud earrings.
  Her final look is a simple white dress.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Like the rest of the Cheerios, Kitty starts and ends glamorously. Her last outfit is a high-necked white bodycon dress with cutouts on the sides.
Marley Rose's first outfit is green and quirky.
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First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"
Shy but talented Marley first appears wearing a green T-shirt, floral skirt, tiny necklace, and a gray newsboy cap. 
  Her final look is fun and colorful.
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Last appearance: 5.13, "New Directions"
For her last appearance, Marley is wearing another quirky and feminine ensemble — a belted lace dress, a circle scarf, and argyle tights. 
Ryder Lynn first appears in a football jersey.
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First appearance: 4.5, "The Role You Were Born to Play"
Ryder is first seen when Finn is out scouting for talent for the glee production of "Grease." A new member of the football team, he's first seen doing an end-zone dance in his practice uniform.
He's nearly unrecognizable in his final look.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Ryder is among the many singing, dancing glee clubbers dressed in McKinley colors for the final number. He wears a red sweater with white pants.
Jake Puckerman shows up in a hoodie and plain T-shirt.
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First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"
Jake, the new bad boy and younger Puckerman brother, first appears in a slouchy gray hoodie over a white T-shirt.
  His final outfit is a red collared top.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Having come out of his troubled shell, Jake is no longer hiding behind drab colors and a bad attitude. He wears an all-red ensemble to join the glee club for its final number of the series.
Unique Adams first appears in a toned-down preppy look.
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First appearance: 3.16, "Saturday Night Glee-ver"
When Unique first comes to McKinley, she's only wearing dresses and wigs while she is performing onstage. The rest of the time, she's going by her dead name and dressing in more masculine clothes, like this plain sweater vest and gingham shirt.
  Unique's final look is a belted red number.
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Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"
Unique has come into her own by the show's end. She performs the final number wearing a red blouse and red skirt with a chunky white belt. She has curled, highlighted hair, and she's accessorized with white jewelry.
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Shameful Behavior pt. 1
So this is going to be part one of a short little series I’m doing because I’m absolute Skam trash. Feel free to request any Skam related imagines you might want written.
AN: It’s the start of a new year at Nissen and things are going to change. Pairings: William x reader Characters: William Magnusson, Christoffer Schistad, Vilde Hellerud Spoilers: None Warnings: None Prompt: “Can you please do a William from Skam x reader where she’s his friend and they fall in love and stuff?” ----------------------- You pushed your hair away from your face as you stepped out of your front door, fighting a losing battle with the wind as it whipped about you. Summer was coming to its end and holidays were officially over, which meant it was the start of another year at Nissen. It was due to be your last year of high school and so there was no buzz of nerves or anxiety this time round, just excitement. After all, now you were a third year, you would pretty much run the school.
You started walking, shifting the weight of your backpack from one shoulder to the other. You could tell that it was going to be a perfect day, just warm enough that you wouldn’t need your scarf. You’d always hated the bitter cold of Norwegian winters, a fact which your friends teased you about endlessly, so a warm day was a literal godsend, as far as you were concerned.  You let your mind wander to all the possibilities that this year held; parties, dancing, the end of high school and, of course Russtiden. You and your friends had been planning your Russ Bus since the end of your first year and, now, everything was all but ready. Russtiden promised to be the highlight of your young adult life.
“Hey, earth to Y/N,” A familiar voice called, snapping you out of your reverie, “you there?”
“Chris!” You greeted with a smile, “Hey there.”
Christoffer was sitting in the passenger seat of a mean-looking black car which could only belong to one of your other close friends, William. You hadn’t seen Chris much over the holidays since his family had decided to go on vacation to Portugal; William, however, you had seen quite a bit of, not that any amount of time with William was ever quite enough. The man in question gave you a bright smile from behind the wheel, brushing his long, dark fringe away from his eyes.
“Need a lift Y/L/N?” he asked, with a hint of teasing in his voice.
“Don’t mind if I do.” You responded, sliding into the back seat and promptly plugging your phone in to the AUX cable.
William leant his head back against his seat and chuckled, shooting you an incredulous look.
“Really Y/N? Imagine Dragons?” he joked.
You gave him an overly bright smile in answer and he rolled his eyes, slowly pulling back into traffic.
“So, Chris, tell me all about Portugal.” You said.
Chris snorted, “Who cares? What’s important now is that we’re motherfuckin’ third years baby! We’re the kings of the school!” he cheered, “And queens, of course.”
“Thank you.” You acknowledged. “This year is gonna be insane dude; partying, drinking, partying, drinking-“ “Studying for exams,” you cut in, “applying for universities.” The boys booed in unison. “You’re so boring Y/N.” William joked. “And you know what else?” Chris continued, as though there had been no interruption at all, “First year girls. God I can’t wait for all the fresh new-” “Chris!” you said indignantly, gently slapping the side of his head, “Can you not be an absolute brute for one minute please? They’re people, not sex dolls, you know?” “What would you know, Y/N? You had your share of fun in our first year.” William pointed out. You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, but I was young and stupid. If I’d known all the shitty things that third years say about first years I never would’ve gone there.” The boys laughed and Nissen finally came into view. William parked, and the three of you clambered out, chatting amiably amongst yourselves. There were a chorus of hellos from various classmates and second years who knew The Penetrators’ reputation, but none of you were particularly fazed. You weren’t a member of the infamous Penetrators gang, but you’d been friends with the boys since first year. After a particularly disastrous party hosted by some idiot in the year above, during which Chris had gotten so drunk that he’d been unable to walk, an unbreakable bond had been formed between you and the two boys. Chris’ parents were too strict for him to go home completely pissed and William had lost his phone, so you had taken them both back to your house. No questions asked, no strings attached; you’d gone to bed as strangers and had woken up as friends.
“Oh, Will, check it out.” Chris said out of the corner of his mouth, “It’s a nice bunch this year.” You looked over to where Chris was angling his head and saw a group of girls looking at them and giggling. You rolled your eyes and sighed, pushing down the jealousy that bubbled up as William whistled appreciatively. He was an asshole when it came to girls-well, other girls-but you couldn’t help it, you were hopelessly devoted to your silent pining. Mentally, you knew that having William’s respect was more important than having him lusting after you, but your heart hadn’t quite gotten the memo yet. Something about your face must’ve betrayed how you felt, because William gave you a sheepish smile and nudged you gently with his elbow. “Come on Y/N/N, there’s got to be some first year boys that have caught your eye?” he asked. You shot him a look, “I’m not going to go chasing after some insecure little first year, thank you very much. God, doesn’t it get boring?” “Jealous?” Chris teased with a suggestive wink. Your face flushed with embarrassment because-well-yes, you were jealous but you didn’t want them to know that. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw William’s face change. He looked shocked and confused and you felt your heart sink. “I’ve got Norwegian now. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” You muttered, walking away from your friends. You breathed a sigh of relief as you stepped into the building. You’d always loved learning, and Nissen was almost your second home. Both of your parents essentially travelled for a living, so you barely knew them. You’d spent most of your time alone, at least until you’d met Will and Chris, so school had been heaven. Some of that sentiment had managed to stay with you, over the years. As you walked up the stairs towards your classroom, you heard someone calling and, after a minute, realised that whoever it was, was trying to get your attention. “Mm?” You asked, turning to face the caller. It was a girl, sixteen by the look of it, with an overly bright smile that showed off her perfect teeth and hair so pale that it was practically white. Her enthusiasm rolled off her in waves, and you already knew that this would be an exhausting conversation. “Are you Y/N?” she asked, her voice as shiny and bright as her smile. You nodded and she continued, “You’re friends with Chris and William?” You nodded again, and somehow her smile got even brighter, “Do you know if William has a girlfriend?” You sighed. This was the one part of school that you hadn’t missed, talking to girls who were interested in Chris and Will. They were usually very nice, but they would inevitably end up heart broken and then they’d hate you as well. Chris was the better of the two, he occasionally did date a girl. William, on the other hand, was a One Date, Let’s Screw And Then That’s It, kind of guy. “What’s your name?” You asked. The girl’s eyes widened, “Vilde; Vilde Hellerund.” “And you’re in first year?” You continued. Vilde nodded, “Okay. Well no, he doesn’t, but let me give you a little bit of advice, Will doesn’t date. There are a ton of really great boys in this school who would love to be with a pretty girl like you, you can do better than Will, okay? Just drop it, I promise it won’t go well.” Vilde’s smile faltered and you felt a surge of pity for the girl. She was desperate for approval, desperate to find a place to belong, and to find people that wanted her. You remembered that feeling all too well. You sighed again. “How about this, there’s a Penetrator’s party in two weeks; there’ll be loads of cute boys there from the second and third year classes. Why don’t you come? You can bring all your friends; there’ll be drinks and music. It’ll be a blast.” You suggested with, what you hoped was, a kind smile. Vilde nodded, her big blue eyes widening with happiness, “Really?” “Yeah, sure.” “Thank you! I’ll be there.” She promised, practically vibrating with happiness. “Cool,” you replied, adjusting your bag again, “I’ll find you on Facebook. I’ve got to get to class, but I’ll see you around, Vilde. Welcome to Nissen.”
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The Top 11 Food Trend Predictions of 2017 (Plants, Plants, and More Plants!)
The Top 11 Food Trend Predictions of 2017 (Plants, Plants, and More Plants!): from Home Page - Organic Authority, on Jan 18iStock/vonEisenstein At long last, we've said goodbye to the trends of 2016 (La Croix water, Frosé, and cricket flour, to name a few) and are so ready to renew our palate and menu. We've scoured social media and Pinterest, checked in with the experts at Whole Foods Market and Google, and racked our brains for the buzziest, healthiest, and most organic food and wellness trends for the upcoming year. Say hello to our top food trend predictions for 2017. Organic Authority Food Trend Predictions for 2017 1. Turmeric everywhere With inflammation becoming a dirty word in the health and wellness community (it's linked to arthritis, obesity, diabetes, cancer, and heart disease), consider fighting it with anti-inflammatory foods, like turmeric, the nutritional equivalent of powdered gold. Turmeric may be the queen of anti-inflammatory foods thanks to its potent antioxidants and compounds. Clinically proven to reduce pain and symptoms associated with chronic inflammation, “Turmeric has been shown to be as effective as ibuprofen in reducing joint pain caused by arthritis, and does not carry the potential to harm the liver,” says Lori Kenyon Farley, the co-author of The Juice Cleanse Reset Diet Book and cofounder of Project Juice. “In fact, its enzymes have been shown to help detoxify the liver and enhancing blood circulation.” Even more, turmeric's main healing component – curcumin – promotes digestion and helps the body to get rid of intestinal parasites. According to Google's food trends report of 2016, turmeric had a major year, and is only projected to rise. Look for turmeric in teas, wellness elixirs, golden milks in local coffee shops, smoothies, soups, snack bars (we love Larabar's turmeric, ginger, and beet bar), hummus, and so much more. iStock/moisseyev 2. Produce will get uglier According to USDA estimates, the U.S. trashes about one-third of its food supply, while globally a whopping 2.9 trillion pounds of food are wasted a year. The National Resources Defense Council (NRDC), an environmental action group, calculates food waste at 40 percent of total production. USA Today notes that this astronomical amount of food waste is equivalent to “purchasing five bags of groceries at the store, dropping two of them in the parking lot, and walking away.” Why so much waste? Consumers have come to expect perfect produce at the supermarket. This means flawlessly shiny apples, bright white heads of cauliflower, and bulbous bell peppers. As a result, farmers toss unmarketable produce on account of it being just too ugly too sell. Luckily, times are a changing. Numerous grocery chains throughout the country are selling so called “ugly” produce and helping to cut back food waste significantly. This include ugly produce programs at west coast grocery chain, Raley's, Associated Foods in Utah, health food giant Whole Foods Market, and Walmart, the largest supermarket chain in the U.S.. Walmart is now selling ugly apples in select locations. Even startups are getting in on the ugly food action. Imperfect Produce, a California company delivers ugly fruits and vegetables sourced directly from farms to consumers, in the model of a traditional CSA. And, bonus: these misshapen funny looking fruits and vegetables may be more nutritious, along with being cheaper than their conventional-looking counterparts. When it comes to produce, don't judge an apple by its shape. Or shine. iStock/Lorraine Boogich 3. Breakfast will get savory We've had it with sugar, right? The white sparkly stuff is linked to obesity, type-2 diabetes, dementia, and increased risk of early mortality. The problem with sugar, of course, is that it's lurking in many grocery store products, most notably breakfast items. Cereals, muffins, pastries, granola, instant oatmeal, yogurt, and protein bars are just a few of the many breakfast foods loaded with refined and artificial sugar. Avoiding sugar means avoiding most of these packaged and overly processed breakfast foods and going for a more savory morning meal. This year, a shift will occur on the breakfast table. Avocado toast, pasture-raised eggs, grain bowls with vegetables, sweet potatoes with plain yogurt, fermented vegetables, savory pancakes, soups, and even bona fide leafy green salads will be a new kind of breakfast of champions. iStock/villagemoon 4. Wellness tonics for everyone Welcome to the world of wellness tonics, as in, adding adaptogenic herbs, medicinal mushrooms, superfoods, grass-fed collagen, and hyper-functional ingredients to beverages. Whole Foods Market notes this year “will usher in a new wave of tonics, tinctures and wellness drinks that go far beyond the fresh-pressed juice craze.” With brands like REBBL and Dirty Lemon offering up buzzy sips (Ashwagandha chai, anyone?) at major grocery stores and health-minded coffee shops and cafes, such as Los Angeles-based Moon Juice, adding more and more tonics to their menus, wellness tonics are poised for a takeover. These beverages not only offer up scores of health benefits, but taste seriously delicious, too. Look for functional ingredients like maca, ashwagandha, reishi, cordyceps, cacao, lion's mane, and turmeric finding their way into a wellness drink near you – and reap the serious benefits while you sip. iStock/BruceBlock 5. Purple-powered produce Take note, trend spotters, Whole Foods Market says that purple will be the it hue of 2017 – at least in the produce aisle. Purple cauliflower, blackberries, purple potatoes, beets, and asparagus are just a few of the jewel-toned fruits and vegetables at the grocery store and farmers markets boasting numerous health properties. These vibrant fruits and vegetables owe their brilliant hues to anthocyanins, phytochemicals with potent antioxidant properties. A comprehensive review of anthocyanin compounds published in the Journal of Biomedicine and Biotechnology, notes that these phytochemicals may provide protection from DNA damage and  enzyme inhibition, while helping to regulate immune response, provide anti-inflammatory activity, and strengthen cell membranes. Change up your plate in 2017. Swap traditional orange sweet potatoes and white cauliflower for their purple counterparts. Not only do they add beneficial antioxidants to the diet, but they'll make your meal (and Instagram feed) that much prettier, too. iStock/marekuliasz 6. Grains get even more ancient 2017 is here to usher in even more ancient grains, notably nutrient powerhouses like teff, sorghum, and kamut. Teff, a gluten-free grain and staple of Ethopian cuisine, is a great source of protein and iron, fiber, and calcium. Teff's calcium content is truly impressive; just one cup of cooked teff contains 123 milligrams, the highest calcium content of any grain. Sorghum, another gluten-free grain, is the fifth largest cereal crop in the world. It's a sustainable crop that is naturally tolerant to drought and frequently consumed by populations throughout the world, particularly in Africa. Unlike other grains, sorghum has an edible hull that isn't removed during process. This means that filling up on this grain will provide ample fiber (48 percent daily value in one cup!), protein, calcium, iron, phosphorus, and B vitamins. Kamut is actually the brand name for Khorasan wheat, an ancient relative of durum wheat notably high in protein and nutrients. It's a seriously ancient grain; legends say Khorasan wheat made it onto Noah's ark and was even found in King Tut's tomb. Compared to modern, processed wheat, kamut is a clear choice winner for health benefits. It's filled with zinc, magnesium, selenium, protein, and fiber. These ancient grains can be used in a variety of recipes including breakfast porridges, salads, grain dishes and bowls, soups, stews, and even popped like popcorn, in the case of sorghum. iStock/marekuliasz 7. Coconut is the new black 2017 is going to be all coconut, all of the time. As fear of fat is officially being replaced by healthy fat awareness (hello, avocado and nut butters), foods and products containing healthy fats, like coconut, are becoming dietary staples. This is another trend Whole Foods Market says will be on the rise in 2017. We've already professed our love for coconut oil as a indispensable part of our daily routine (body moisturizer, eye cream, sauté ingredient, baking superstar, etc.), but what about coconut cream, coconut flour, coconut meat, coconut milk, coconut sugar, and coconut flakes? These super versatile (and super delicious) coconut products are easily used in the kitchen and suitable for several dietary restrictions as well. Coconut and coconut products boast major health benefits  and provide healthy fats, minerals, and essential vitamins too. Notably, coconuts contain a particular type of saturated fat known as medium chain triglycerides (MCTs), fatty acids that are of a medium length. These types of fats are easily metabolized in the body, therefore providing a boost of quick cellular energy. 2017 will be coco-NUTS. iStock/InaTs 8. Yogurt will get whole. Could 2017 be the year that sugary low-fat, no-fat yogurt finally goes away for good? We're hopeful that whole versions of plain yogurt (and kefir!) will take the grocery store shelves by storm. Whole milk yogurt of cow, water buffalo, sheep, goat, and yes, coconut are posed to become versatile and delicious kitchen ingredients. As a fermented food, yogurt boasts numerous health properties. A study published in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition notes that this is most likely due to yogurt's  high amount of lactic acid bacteria, friendly bacteria that promote gut health. The study notes, that consuming yogurt has “promising health benefits for certain gastrointestinal conditions, including lactose intolerance, constipation, diarrheal diseases, colon cancer, inflammatory bowel disease, Helicobacter pylori infection, and allergies.” When it comes to choosing the best yogurt brand, look for a whole fat, grass-fed, organic version with minimal sugar. Brands we love: Siggis Dairy, Wallaby Organic, Noosa Yoghurt, Smàri Organic Iceland Yogurt, Redwood Hill Farm goat yogurt, and Coyo coconut milk yogurt. Whole yogurt can be used on toast, in sweet potatoes, salad dressings, dips and marinades, sauces, and mixed with fresh fruit for a perfect snack. iStock/Trexdigital 9. You'll drink charcoal. Prepare to swap out your normal green juice for black version, containing activated charcoal, instead. Activated charcoal is a black, powdered substance usually made from coconut shells or other natural sources. This substance has been used for centuries as a potent toxin remover and detoxifying substance. Activated charcoal works by binding positively charged toxic particles into the nooks and crannies of its negatively charged pores. When opposites attract, in the case of toxins and charcoal, the substances bind together and are then expelled  from the body. Hello detox! Activated charcoal beverages (note: NOT the type of charcoal found in your BBQ) hit the aisles last year in a big way, and are projected to increase this year. Juice Generation has three activated flavors, including Activated Lemonade, Activated Greens, and Activated Protein. Juice Served Here serves up Charcoal Lemonade that also contains montmorillonite clay. Suja created 1,000 bottles of its buzzy Midnight Tonic, containing activated charcoal and cold-pressed juice, which sold out online nearly instantly. iStock/druvo 10. Cannabis will be the new superfood. Yes, cannabis. With several U.S. states legalizing both recreational and/or medical marijuana, cannabis is becoming more and more mainstream in the wellness and health community. In fact, many consider it a total superfood for the mind and body. Cannabis products in small doses (far below the U.S. legal limit of 0.03 percent THC) do not get you high and instead are used to improve sleep, reduce stress and anxiety, and soothe muscle pain and soreness. Studies have continuously shown the herb's potent medicinal benefits from healing the brain after a traumatic injury to controlling epileptic seizures, preventing cancer from spreading, and even slowing the progression of Alzheimer's disease among others. Look for cannabis products such as edibles, oils, teas and wellness elixirs, beauty products, chocolates, supplements, juices, and more throughout 2017. iStock/mpessaris 11. Plant-based diets go mainstream. Following a plant-based diet has never been easier, or more popular. As the pile of evidence continues to grow as to why a plant-based diet is seriously healthy and better for the planet, more and more people are taking note. Dr. Neal Barnard, founder and president of the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine, tells the Huffington Post, “The popularity of plant-based diets has been growing exponentially for years, and now we are at a cultural turning point and a scientific turning point.” According to Dr. Barnard, restaurants are adding more vegan options, too, “Chipotle added the wildly successful tofu Sofrita. Even Dunkin' Donuts now carries almond milk,” and he notes popular celebrities are on board, too, “like Ellen DeGeneres, Joaquin Phoenix, and Peter Dinklage — are all very vocal about their healthful diets.” he says. From Beyond Meat's Beyond Burger – a pea-protein-based burger with a meaty texture and a beet center that allows the burger to actually bleed – to Kite Hill's nut based vegan cheeses that spread, melt, and do other cheese-like things, the plant-based food market is exploding. Almond milk (now happily found at Starbucks!) and other nondairy milks are poised to be 2017's creamy, white drinks of choice. The Nielsen Company notes that in the past five years, sales of dairy-free alternative milks (like almond and coconut) have grown 250 percent to more than $894.6 million in 2015. During this same time, sales of dairy milk shrunk by more than one billion. Almond milk, cashew cheese, coconut yogurt, lentil-based burgers, and tempeh have never been so trendy – and delicious. Food Trends 2017: What Do You Think? And there you have it, our food trends 2017. Like our list? Think we forgot something major? Totally disagree? Follow us and share your thoughts on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter with the tag #BeOrganic @OrganicAuthority – We can't wait to get social with you. Related On Organic Authority: 4 Wellness and Food Trends to Watch (and Taste!) 5 Natural Food Trends We Love 4 Weird Food Trends: Are They Worth the Wait? 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