#so yeah this concludes the hiatus i guess

[wizardessshit]

Mel´s Route Review

SPOILER ALERT, OF COURSE

Ah, it's good to come back 🥹 I need to confess that I realized I missed wizardess heart so much, like, seeing all the characters again made me so happy! One thing that I realized is that now, I perceive Liz more cuter than before; I mean, look at that silly smile:

One thing that I really like about Liz is how straight forward is she when it comes to her beliefs. Maybe in this route you can see that more, since Mel is kind of lazy, but actually she's a really determined person in every route, and I like that.

About the love and relationship; I like the idea of a younger love interest. I always wanted a kouhai-type character (actually I thought it was going to be Lucious, but nope), but I didn't feel Mel as younger than Liz (idk if that makes sense lol). Maybe that was the point since the beginning, but my expectations were pointing in a different direction, and that's why I didn't really like Mel.

I didn't understand why Mel fell in love with her, or I least I don't know in which moment did he concluded that he liked her. That really made me doubt (just like Liz in the story) if he liked her or not. Also, Mel only blushed once in the whole story, which I thought it was strange because as I remembered, love interests in WH blushed a lot.

Of course I liked how blunt and honest he was,

And I really liked when he apologized (seriously, honest apologizes from a love interest in otome games are RARE)

But I didn't like how his personality changes abruptly after he admits his feelings for her. He becomes extremely possessive and just ew. I think that maybe my actual opinion is highly influenced by my age. I'm not that 17 y/o that discovered WH any more, and even if I'm not the most mature person in the world, the long-ass hiatus that I took from the game influenced very much.

But honestly, Mel wasn't the only asshole, because Liz was kind of asshole too. 🔥 Let the boy talk about snow apples 🔥 If you don't listen him talking about these simple things, of course he won't talk about more serious business.

I didn't like how tense moments were held. I'm talking about the moment where Liz doubted about Mel. It was all about misunderstandings. I guess is correct to have that kind of problem since the escense of Mel is that he's too secretive and private. But idk, I just didn't like it. I felt that the misunderstandings between him and Liz, which lead them to grow their love, were too forced. But I think that what I didn't like most was that Luca was used to be that "nuisance guy" who got into not related business bringing to the light the suspicion against Mel. Like, it could have been perfectly Liz, who in fact saw the forbidden summoning's book, or Kate herself confronting Mel in public or at least in front of Liz. But after that, Liz just followed Mel like "oh poor baby, he must've felt so awkward being under suspicion of something not clear" (yeah, bc Luca didn't clarify what meant that Mel was being accused by Kate) "he needs my company" EXCUSE ME, THE SUN IS DYING.

If Luca is accusing Mel for the dimming sun summoning prohibited creatures, then I expect Liz to kind of freak out (as well as the other students who were just standing there doing absolutely nothing).

They were like:

-Tell me the truth, did you summon something?

-I love you

-Oh god, that's good to hear 🤗

Liz, what are you standing for? Does she care about him being accused or the end of the world? Or does she only want to be loved? 🤨

I would liked to see a exchange like "Wtf Mel, I want to believe you please explain yourself, whatever it's your explanation I'll believe it, but I need you to defend yourself and not just walk away wtf" and then Mel explaining that now he can't say it, and that he need Liz to wait, and then she agreeing with that, to end with this beautiful and cliché scene:

About the plot and main story; I have mixed opinions. To be honest, I really liked the the topic of the end of the world. BUT I think that it wasn't well performed/carried on/whatever the word is.

I think that the main problem was Kate herself. She was so empty. She didn't have any basis/foundation. I don't really remember how were the previous villains in other sagas, but since she was strong enough to travel between parallel worlds, I expected her to be more scary. I would say that "Her reasons weren't enough", but I think that the real problem was that I needed more emotional explanation of her situation and feelings/motives to actually sense her as a threat. She was like a cheap Azusa.

Talking about cheap things; I felt like the illustrations and character designs were too cheap. I would liked to see a illustration of the blessing that the tree made to the couple!

Things that I liked:

The relationship between Liz and Amelia, and the rest of the students

Since the story was pretty lazy, I thought that there wasn't going to be such a big deal about the end of the world for the rest of the students, but actually there was, and in the end of the story, you could see how scared they were and how grateful everyone was. Which is a shame that Liz and Mel weren't in the same mood...

The short monologue that Liz has

Yes I wanted to feel scared for the future of the world IN the moment, but at least Liz had a final reflection of what happened, and kind of organized her feelings and thoughts, which were great to read.

The ending of the happy ending

idk, I thought it was cute to end the story with a blessing charm.

. . .

Next: Hugo

#wizardess heart #shall we date wizardess heart #shall we date #swd wizardess heart #wizardess heart route review #mel glover #liz hart

[kaoarika]

I remember I started to read a series like four years ago and I even made a mental note to return to it sometime later. Then, it went to hiatus after its first season finished. And just now, that I’m cleaning my wbtn backlog of finished series, I sorta wanted to return to it, eventually. So, I decided to give it a go.

But, as it always happen, I take notice in the number of chapters, and at first it was strange to me how the S2 was shorter than the previous one, so I thought of two outcomes: the platform cancelled it (not the first time, tbh) and/or the author was rushed to finish it because contracts and, somehow, was waiting on it to lapse. So, YEAH, this was going to be a trip.

S1 was... deep and quite intense, ngl. There is a message there that could be told by the characters, their motivations and so and so, and seeing it develop really meant something... especially the few twists at the end of it. And the art was pretty nice to look at. And then it went to a hiatus of 2 years.

I know that the platform where it was published on doesn’t have an EXACT good record on these hiatuses and  what not, and there’s hearsay about how in the past year and so they haven’t been fully receptive about coming back to the authors and contract renewals to proceed on these series. Understandable. It also seems that those contracts are a little too unfair about how a series HAS to perform to be renewed, which, okay, I guess (not that I’m in favor of this unfair way to see things, but the platform barely does it part to promote some series when they play favortitism towards other heavy-hitters because they are popular w/ppl).

There’s also the fact that the series dealt with some heavy topics and it’s some kind of a fact that it can do a turmoil on someone’s mental health and their work pace and will to continue their art while developing it, which, again, it’s totally valid.

Yet, I dunno, S2 felt weird. Disjointed, even. And it being shorter, doesn’t help either. I do feel there was too much to explore and develop, just for it to end rather vague, with subplots hanging, and maybe in not the best outcome as possible.

I think S1 was well structured as it let the characters breath a little to know who and what were their motivations. And while by S2 you already had those established, it’s like a whole “well, what do we do here from here?” There were 3 characters to further develop in S2, but I don’t come satisfied with their resolutions. I mean, I suppose the ending was going to be bittersweet regardless of the quantity of chapters it had to get there (and the outcome in regards to it doesn’t fully settle well with me, tbh)... but it felt it went quite quickly to my taste.

Like. It was around two months or so after S1 concluded... and the only hint that time was moving on was the fact that one of the main leads was getting her hair longer (look, I know hair can grow quick as well, buuuut...), but it was moving TOO QUICK and like I said, I felt like it sometimes needed some air to let the characters breath, if only a little outside the concurring events.

It felt like the author grew a disinterest in continuing it (regardless of doing so because mental health issues) and only did their part because contract lapsing. Also, I pretty much suspect that the return from the hiatus didn’t help because it was done with much less fanfare and the viewing/liking numbers in the chapters reflected it as well, and as an artist I do get how discouraging it might be when it reflects on how well your things are doing.. especially if you are also receiving money from it (I don’t know if the series was available as fast pass, btw). Sure, I’m not the author and they may have their own reasons besides this speculation from my part... but it would also be that they simply wanted to go along their original basic plan about it and simply had it done, regardless of the results and the readership.

The last chapter does feel “finale”-ish, although very vague in other events that were going on and much more “to the point”. If the narrative wasn’t too disjointed in the ongoing events of the plot, I could easily accept it - at the end of the day, there’s stuff that don’t get full resolved because life moves on and some things are left in mystery... but also, I was previously disappointed in how some events were playing out that it was kind of obvious what probably went on in the development of it. 

But it was just... like that. There’s not even further explanation about it or some apologies from the author side or acknowledgments. I know NOT every single series does this (the same goes for not localizing/TL’ing the afterword/revisions chapters from SK series... sometimes THEY do, but most of the times they DON’T)... but even a short-lived series that was cancelled DID provide an afterwords and further explanation of WHY they finished it in a cliffhanger.

And one could say that the answer COULD lie on the author’s social media... and at the start there was radio silence, according to some commenters... and then you find out where is the author’s attention these days >.> (the “no f*cking thanks” variety) and also it kinda looks like they disowned the series, like, ???? I guess, good riddance?

I dunno. Right into the S2 I was ready to get disappointed, but when I realized the chapters got lesser and lesser, and the story was moving too fast I guess I felt it was it. And finding out what the author does now is where I was prepared to let the disappointment to sink in deeper. 

I know some authors do fight their rights to keep communicating with the platform team after their series got in hiatus and they don’t reply quick (because it can be a legal mess if they go ahead without them getting greenlit about it) and sometimes the hiatuses extend because they aren’t in a good place at the moment (or they are in school, even), and I suppose that at times, they might not feel the same passion on their project as they did originally (and there are so many facotrs that fall on this too, hence exploring other ventures).

I suppose sometimes the trip is better than the destination. It’s just... disappointment sinking in.

#kao's nonsenses

[virmillion]

And They Were Roommates

i know i said hiatus but i crapped this out in one go in my phone notes app and it’s not edited but i mean,, i think it’s funny and that’s what matters,,,,, right?

words: 1551

warnings: some swears, sarcastic first person author

Roman stretches his legs out, flexing his feet and pushing his hands into his thighs. “This plane,” he announces, “is too damn crowded, and I am too damn long.” Beside him, Logan stirs, dropping his fancy schmancy neck support pillow on the ground. “That floor is too damn dirty.” Logan swats Roman’s arm and retrieves the pillow with a sigh. “You are too damn violent.”

“I could very easily leave you at the airport,” Logan says. His eyes leverage themselves somewhere around Roman’s nose, crossed enough to be out of focus. “Where did you put my glasses?”

Roman definitely doesn’t scoop the glasses (that he stole) out of his bag (that used to be Logan’s), and he definitely doesn’t place them upside down on Logan’s face (which looks remarkably angry right now). “There ya go, buddy!”

“Fix them.”

Roman definitely doesn’t let a few more curse words peter out in varying languages (that he learned from Logan’s textbooks (that he also stole)). Like the true and kind friend he is, he readjusts the glasses so Logan no longer has to squint, and can instead glare comfortably at Roman.

“This is your captain speaking, please note the seatbelt lights have been turned on. Kindly take your seats for the remainder of this flight, return your trays to their locked position, and buckle up. Thank you for riding with—”

“DEMON!”

“—airlines.”

Logan huffs another sigh at Roman for his outburst. “Was that really necessary?”

“If John Mulaney doesn’t like them, neither do I,” Roman says, heartily ignoring the miffed looks on the faces of the people surrounding him. “Better out than in, I always say.”

“First of all, that’s not even a relevant quote, and second, Shrek? Really?” Nudging his glasses higher on his nose, Logan sets about tucking everything into his carry on bag. With a considerable jolt to the plane, the neck pillow goes flying (in the plane that’s already flying (flying squared (flared))).

By the time the plane finally scrapes onto the track at the airport, Logan is remarkably close to punching Roman (not that he hasn’t already). “What is going on with you today? You don’t typically act this strange on flights, in my experience.”

“I also don’t typically have to meet my roommate after exiting said flight. We all have feelings, Logan, so get used to it.” Roman tugs his suitcase from the baggage claim, flippantly swinging it over his head with (pretty much no) consideration for his fellow humans. (Whether a few middle fingers raise to greet him is TBD (totally believable dude.))

“This Angel character sounded perfectly fine over the computer. I doubt you’ll encounter any problems, and even if you do, I’ll be there as a buffer.” Logan puts a little more care into grabbing his own luggage, trailing Roman into the streets. “If anything, you ought to consider yourself lucky for finding someone seemingly normal in a creative major.”

“What’s your beef with writing majors? Do they get all up in your grill?” To say this earns a smack from Logan is an understatement (but detailing exactly how pink the resulting handprint is might get this story flagged (gotta keep it safe for the kiddos, you know)).

“Just keep moving, I’ll make sure we don’t get lost.”

The reds and yellows of the trees pepper the sky like so many fireworks, slicing interruptions through the cloudless field of blue. Roman grins, rolling his shoulders forward to hitch his hoodie higher up (which he definitely didn’t buy online (with patches to match his school mascot and colors (because that would be nerdy))). With the barely-there breeze trumpeting autumn’s arrival, he can almost smell the crisp bite of chilled apples in woven baskets (he spends a lot of time at cider mills). Logan allows himself the smallest trace of a smile at how much Roman seems to enjoy himself, soaking up what little sun there is. At the sight of his soon-to-be campus looming a few blocks ahead, Roman lets out a whoop (which may or may not annoy the little old ladies near him (with their little yapping dogs (that have little sparkling bows (that still don’t outshine Roman’s little sparkling awe)))).

“Look, Logan, there it is! There’s the prison that I’m gonna inhabit of my own volition, where I’ll have a roommate that might pour whipped cream on my pants or put warm water on my hand! The possibilities are endless!”

Deciding to ignore the not-quite-correct pranks Roman’s dreamed up, Logan grabs his friend by the hand and yanks him back from the crosswalk. The little old ladies with their little yapping dogs snicker as a pickup truck tears through the traffic light, honking the whole way. Roman offers them his best award-winning smile, blissfully unaware of the bits of chocolate smeared over his teeth (not to mention the frappucino stains on his upper lip (of which there are many (Roman hasn’t brushed his teeth in a while))).

“—on the sixth floor, which really sucks because I was so close to having the devil’s number, you know? Would’ve been awesome, shoulda coulda woulda, yeah?”

Once Logan finally catches up to Roman (who definitely didn’t sprint through the next two traffic stops (or to the front desk (where he definitely didn’t hassle the lady (who is now pleading with her eyes at Logan (who wants no part of this))))), he slings his carry on bag to the floor with a grunt. “You could’ve waited for me.”

“I could’ve done a lot of things, just like I was telling Alice—”

“Lisa.”

“—Lisa here, because there’s just never enough time, you know?”

Logan slips a five over the counter to the tired lady, who accepts it with a nod. “Just get him to his room and we’ll call it a day.”

“Thank you so much, I’ll get right on that. Roman, if you don’t sling your butt up those stairs right this second, I will personally ensure that Angel defenestrates you.” (Roman thinks that defenestration is the act of tearing down rainforests (Logan has never bothered to correct him (he finds this hilarious (Roman does not)))).

Having sprinted to the top of the stairs, Roman easily beats Logan to the room, feeling remarkably similar to a king in his wonder at swiping a card to open a door (he’s not actually a king (but you knew that (his last name is Andrews (which you didn’t know (I didn’t even know that until writing this (I made it up for shits and giggles)))))). The two bunks, which are spaced as far apart as possible, border a room on the edge of chaos (or glory (which one it is depends on your perspective (and on your knowledge of catchy songs from the twenty first century))). The one closest to the window proudly displays a collection of purple and black blankets, as well as an absurd amount of pillows (anywhere from ten to ninety (take your pick (it’s probably closer to ninety))). Nestled in the mountain of cushions is a lanky boy, who lets out a wholly disgusted grown as Roman walks in.

“I cannot believe my luck. Roman, you walking piece of literal human garbage, I’m supposed to be rooming with someone named Philip.” The boy shoves himself off the bed, revealing a second boy underneath. “See, Patton, I told you I had a bad feeling about this.”

“Virgin? The man himself, I can’t believe it! You signed up with a fake name, too?”

Logan sighs as the second person (Patton, evidently) unfolds themselves from Pillow Mountain. “Care to explain?”

“Both of our friends signed up with abstract nicknames for some reason. Pretty funny, if you ask me.” (Logan didn’t ask him (okay, technically he did, but not about whether it was funny (he only wanted the facts (he did not get ‘only the facts.’))))

(This is the part where I, the author, am supposed to elaborate on the goofy hijinks that ensue (I don’t really feel like doing that (so just pretend I did and move on (long story short, Virgil and Roman were childhood friends that grew apart and met back up.))))

“Well, I guess I’ll see you on my next vacation, then?” Patton wraps Virgil in a tight hug (but not the other way around (because I don’t want to get bashed for writing people out of character)) before slipping out the door with Logan in tow. Roman turns to Virgil in their now-empty room, surrounded by boxes to be unpacked.

“I cannot believe we both lied about our names and ended up rooming together,” Roman says, sitting on his suitcase. “That is wild.”

“Right, and it’s definitely not fate. Don’t even get started with that fate nonsense on me, because I won’t have any of it.” Virgil pulls an appropriately moody pout and leans on the window, staring forlornly at the night sky (because that’s all he seems to do anymore (just give him something to brood over and that’s Virgil, let’s be honest (because I don’t feel like tossing in another nonsensical problem to be solved with romance here))).

“And it’s definitely not fate that brought us back together when our last game of tag ended with me being 'it’.”

Virgil whips his head around. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Roman cocks an eyebrow. “Try me.”

———-

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[simphellscape]

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH, 2020 - 6:02 AM // THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10TH, 2020 - 2:02 PM // next | tw: cursing

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10TH, 2020 - 2:02PM

“We’re very happy to hear from you, (Y/N),” some big wig commission executive drawls at you.

“Likewise.”

“Hawks tells us that you’re considering coming out of retirement.”

Your eyes flick over to Kei, and you can tell that under his cool exterior, he’s simmering. You can’t really blame him; meetings with the commission have always made your blood boil. Everything is just so slimy, but it’s the price you have to pay.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well,” the executive continues, “We’re more than willing to have you. Just a few housekeeping items and we can discuss our plan from here on out.”

You nod, dreading the ‘housekeeping items’ in store for you. If it’s coming from the commission, it’s guaranteed to be a huge pain in the ass.

“I see that you’ve spent a lot of time during your hiatus at a tattoo shop,” she jabs, just a hint of judgement in her silky voice.

You sigh.

“Yeah, I actually worked at one for three years, piercing. My quirk is extremely useful in that field.”

“I can imagine. We are going to have to do something about your… accoutrement.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You were aware going in that you’re probably gonna have to ditch at least some of the piercings, but she doesn’t have to be such a massive bitch about it.

“I understand, ma’am,” you reply icily.

“We are trying a new approach with some new heroes, but we’re struggling to find any that are willing. Our PR team is encouraging us to add a little more… variety to the appearances of our pros. We’re starting extremely small. We’ve tossed around the idea of having a more outlandish, ‘punk rock’ hero, but we weren’t entirely sure how the public would take it. I think that you’re the perfect candidate. However, what you’ve got going on is a little too much.”

One thing you didn’t miss about being a hero was the constant nitpicking. You take another deep, calming breath.

“What are you proposing, then?”

“Let’s start with removing all of your facial piercings, except for that little hoop in your nose. The public handled Hawks’ little stunt well, so I don’t see an issue with yours. Your ears are fine, people don’t really care about those anymore. As for the tattoos… we will have to rework your costume to ensure that all of them are covered. The situation calls for a revamp, in any case.”

Better than you’d hoped. You were worried that laser tattoo removal was in your future.

“That sounds great to me,” you placate.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, your old home agency is inactive. When you start, you’ll be working for Hawks.”

You blink. There’s no way that the commission was so kind as to suggest that without Keigo’s knowledge. Your eyes flick over to him and he flashes you a wide grin. You conclude that he definitely said something.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“I’m sure you will. Now, on to more pressing matters.”

Oh, boy. Your hands start to shake in your lap beneath the conference table.

“As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, your return to hero work is going to garner a lot of publicity. We want to make sure you’re ready for that. We also want to make sure that you’ve brushed up on combat, so that you can do your job adequately. Three years away can cause some of those skills to deteriorate, naturally. Hawks has offered to train you in both of those, as you are going to be representing his agency.”

Your eyes dart towards Hawks again. He sends you a quick thumbs up. You stifle a giggle and return your attention to the executive.

“Makes perfect sense to me.”

“Great,” she smiles coldly, “As far as your suit…”

She picks up a remote from the table in front of her. She angles it behind her and presses a few buttons, calling up a spread of hand drawn designs. All of them are your signature purple, thank goodness. They all are similar to your previous costume, with varying degrees of tweaking done to each one. Your personal favorite kept nearly everything the same as before, but added fingerless leather gloves and boots that reached the middle of your thigh. It’s more adult than your old costume, in your mind.

“I see you’re particularly drawn to sketch three,” the executive conjectures plainly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good eye. That one’s actually the top contender. You’ll have a fitting with a designer soon to work out the details.”

You nod, starting to feel cautiously hopeful about the outcome of this meeting.

“Now, as I’m sure you’ll recall, at the time of your retirement, you had a lot of tools at your disposal. Those were dispensed at the mercy of your agency, so it will be up to Hawks to supply you with what you need. You two can likely discuss this during training sessions. As of today, your hero status will be changed from ‘inactive’ to ‘active’. There’s some paperwork that comes with that, which I have taken the liberty of drafting for you.”

She slides a manilla folder in your direction, thick with dozens of multicolored papers.

“The three of us will work together to decide when you’re ready to begin patrols. If there’s anything else you need to discuss with us, you know where we are.”

As she finishes speaking, you uncap the pen beside you and begin selling your life away once more to the HPSC. You sign your name so many times, your hand cramps. As you close the manilla folder and make your way out of the executive’s clinical office, your chest begins to fill with light.

It’s been a month since you officially decided to step back into your role as Trick Shot. Kei has been an unwavering support during this time, spending a lot of his free time with you. There was uncertainty in the beginning, but Kei always steered you in the right direction. This month has shown you that he has your back. One thing that had changed, however, was the body language between you two. Though you two slept on the same couch, wrapped up in each other on the first night you shared with him, it isn’t talked about, and it hasn’t happened since. It’s not that you don’t want to; in fact, you’d love to just reach out and touch him. Every time you even lay a finger on him, however, he always stiffens up and completely crumbles inward, socially. It’s quite discouraging. Especially in moments like right now.

You want nothing more than to share the giddiness consuming you. You know that you can’t, because he won’t. As you two walk out of the HPSC, side by side but not touching, you wonder what you could have possibly done to become so unappealing to him. Normally, that thought would make you ache, but it doesn’t even make a dent in your unbreaking happiness. It feels as though nothing can.

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Keigo’s entire body is burning. Every nerve is zapping, every neuron misfiring. It’s not that he isn’t happy for you, because he is. His joy is perfectly synced with yours, as it is with everything else you feel. But, the buzzing in his bones is distracting him. He knows what his body is asking for. He can’t bring himself to do it.

Keigo realized far too late that there was no way that he could actually act on his romantic attachments to you. He had some hope that things would be fine until about two weeks ago.

It’s no secret that he harbors some negative feelings about the Hero Public Safety Commission; even the commission itself knows that. He never thought he could hate being such an integral part of it more, until they graciously assigned him to the most brutal mission of his life. Thanks to the HPSC, Keigo is now a double-agent, working for both the public good and the League of Villains. Much to his displeasure, a good majority of his time now is spent with the most prominent force of evil in Japan.

That effectively ruined any dreams he had of being with you. Being the number two hero makes him busy enough, but adding morally-grey side jobs, and now training you on top of that, made any romantic endeavors completely impossible. That, and the unfamiliar territory scares the living shit out of him.

His dating life thus far has consisted of empty hookups and meaningless flirting. He could talk a big game and satisfy any sexual needs you might have, but when it comes to the emotional side of things, he’s entirely clueless. All of that is just wishful thinking anyway, as sad as that sounds. To this day, he is completely convinced that you see him as your best friend. He would never do anything to compromise that.

In moments like these, when he can practically feel your emotion thawing his artificial aloofness, he wants so badly to touch you. To give you some sort of physical marker that he cares about you. He knows that’s normal between friends; encouraged, actually. But, he can’t do that anymore. In the times he’s tried, before he eventually cut himself off, he could feel his resolve threatening to snap with every passing second he spent touching you. So, he just walks beside you instead, insides exploding.

“Let’s get ice cream!” you exclaim, snapping him out of his funk.

“Sounds good, chickadee!” he agrees, tone even as ever.

“We should fly to that one the next town over,” you suggest.

No. He might fall apart if he has to hold you in his arms right now.

“Or we can just hit the one down the street!” he offers.

“Dude, please? The other one is so much better and you know it! Come on, I just got really good news.”

“My wings are tired.”

He’s grasping at straws here.

“From what? Doing your hair this morning?”

You’re not going to let up, and he knows it. He gulps as he accepts his fate.

“Fine, (Y/N). Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

He sweeps you off of your feet and into his arms before he can convince himself not to. The electricity from your touch bounces around in his body, hitting muscles and skin and bones in its wake. He takes off, hoping that flying would distract him from the sensation. It doesn’t. He’s thankful and not.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fic #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha fic #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fic #boku no hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfic #boku no hero academia fic #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x fem!reader #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo x fem!reader #hawks x you #keigo x you #keigo x yn #hawks x yn #hawks fluff #keigo fluff #simphellscape

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Who has two thumbs and really, really enjoys Secular Christmas? This guy. At least I must, because I keep writing about it. So in lieu of an end-of-year fic wrap-up post (spoiler alert: my year was Yikes), enjoy a mini Advent calendar of Times I Got Sappy About Christmas. (Links go to the relevant chapters, but if it's your first time you might wanna, you know, read the whole thing. Or not, I don't know your life.)

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This year apparently they're capital-F Family plus Eliot Waugh, and that's – moderately embarrassing, yeah, because Eliot feels just – very out-of-place in the whole Suburban Dream scene, even though he is actually the one of them who knows how to bake things that aren't from Pillsbury tubes. Eliot's game for it, though, nodding along at every bougie detail of the afternoon, from Kelly Clarkson and Pentatonix on Dad's Christmas playlist to helping scrape overdone cookies off the sheet (“maybe baking parchment is your friend,” he suggests as kindly as possible, and Quentin nods as if baking parchment is a thing he's definitely considered before and has concluded Eliot is probably correct about) to being put on popcorn-string duty, which Eliot takes to with the attention to detail of a man trying to land the space shuttle.

Quentin figured Eliot would either be super into Dad's whole DIY thing or extremely appalled by it, and fortunately it seems to be the first one. After he proves his dexterity on the renewable resource of popcorn, he's promoted to making little reindeer ornaments out of used wine corks, and then to what Quentin guesses is the big time, bending copper wire into fancy stars to line up around the candles on top of the stereo cabinet. It's unfortunately extremely cute, actually, the way Eliot memorizes his instructions and focuses on his tasks. Quentin, with his track record of being markedly less focused, is relegated to the tier of tying sticks of cinnamon into packets with ribbon and dusting pinecones with glitter – projects he almost literally cannot fuck up, even in the middle of his third Godiva martini (how are these so fucking delicious?) Even while being unable to tear his eyes away from Eliot's graceful hands, manipulating buttons and tiny straight pins and dabs of glue with ease while he chats about the spring market he's trying to organize, using the Brakebills lot for his greenhouse suppliers to come sell herbs and seedlings directly to customers one weekend, along with, like, art stuff and food trucks and whatever. Quentin listens and nods and tries not to break his cinnamon sticks and tries to look a normal amount at the bones of Eliot's wrists where he's hiked his sweater sleeves up to his forearms.

By nightfall the tuna noodle casserole is almost done, the tree is trimmed, and Eliot is admiring the painted wooden Christmas train sitting on top of the piano, which Ted put together maybe eight or ten years ago, and that earns him a guided tour of the workbench in the basement, the one Ted rarely uses anymore, but still has a few projects frozen in eternal hiatus. It's funny, Quentin hasn't heard his dad get excited about a model kit in years, but it's all there under the surface for an appreciative audience, apparently. Quentin listens to them talking in indistinct voices through the laundry chute as he opens wine and pulls out plates and silverware, and he thinks idly about the texture of Eliot's sweater, how it would feel to lean his face against it, maybe with Eliot's fingers moving slowly through his hair.

Not that Eliot's likely to allow that level of familiarity. Nor, to be perfectly honest, should Quentin be trusted with it.

He checks Instagram just long enough to verify the existence of one cute selfie of Kady and Penny at their traditional Chinese restaurant, plus alerts for multiple updates from Julia's personal account, which Quentin doesn't scroll down to because he's not in the mood to dutifully push the little heart in support of Julia and her girlfriend frolicking in bikinis on the beach or whatever, while Quentin is stuck in Pennsylvania eating tuna casserole with a handsome walking mindfuck who's only here to hang out with Quentin's dad while Quentin yearns uselessly for like. A fucking hug.

Flourish, December (The Magicians, chapter sfw)

#hth fic

[milkybunbuns]

↳ in which a strange girl orders her food delivered from onigiri miya just moments before closing time

w/c: 875

warnings: haikyuu time skip!

a/n: okay okay forgive me, this isn’t a complete fic, its just I’m on hiatus and I’ve had this in my drafts for so long but I can’t be bothered to finish it lol! so for your enjoyment, here’s what i have written

Miya Osamu was a hard working man and watched as the last customer left his shop. He prepared to clean up, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping each and every table down which sometimes had left over crumbs on it. A ring from the work phone on the counter surprised him. There was still a minute left before closing hours, who could be calling him? Sighing, he picked up the phone.

“Hello? Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?”

A hushed voice responded, “Yes, I’d like your daily special and green tea delivered to Acorn Potato Oof Park, by the blue bench please,” the woman’s voice had set alarm bells ringing in his head, not only that, who in the right mind would order to a park. Yet, who was he to judge, after seeing just what his brother could do.

“Right, your food will be delivered there shortly. Thank you,” before whoever was on the other side, he hung up, opening his mouth to call for Armin, who delivered food around, only to realise that he had already sent all the workers home. It looked like he’d have to the delivery himself. Checking the time, he realised that he didn’t have time to make a fresh onigiri, opting to just get a pre-made one instead. He had made a few of the daily specials to be served, yet not all of them were sold. The green tea was quickly made, then everything dumped into a small take away container and a cup.

Upon arrival at the park, Miya Osamu couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. The park was strangely empty and also dark. There was only one place lit up, the lamp post above the blue bench. A quick scan showed that the customer was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps this was just a trick, it was already suspicious enough that they had called just before closing hours. He put his guard up at the mere sound of a rustle, ready to attack, except a cat came out. Maybe he was being a bit paranoid, the voice sounded like it belonged to some old creep. Yet, he was sure he could defend himself, years of volleyball practice couldn’t go to waste obviously.

Just then, he noticed a girl, jogging down the footpath, clad in a thick long jacket with fur at the top, cheeks a slight rosy red and puffing out smoke. She also wore a red plaid scarf, jeans/pants and some sneakers, holding onto her phone tightly so as to not drop it. Could that be the one who ordered? There was no way, he was sure her voice couldn’t sound like that.

“Thank you for the food also I’m sorry for the really late order, it’s just-”

She was abruptly cut off, “It’s fine. Enjoy your food,” he handed her the bag of food, in exchange for the various noted and coins the girl held in her hands.

“Okay, then enjoy your night sir!”

“You too.”

On his way back to his car, he counted the money closely. There sure was enough, even a tip of $20 and a sheet of folded paper. On the small slightly crumbled paper it read, ‘Hi Mr Delivery Man! Your food is absolutely delicious and I am so in love with it! I was wondering if you’d like to be friends, I mean, sure you obviously don’t want to befriend some random you’ve never met before, but if you’re interested, here’s my number! #### ### ### I promise you’ll be seeing me a lot more, so don’t worry.’

Quite frankly, Osamu was quite concerned with the last line. What on Earth did she mean by he would see her a lot more. After a bit of thinking, he had only concluded that she would be trying to become a worker at Onigiri Miya. Probably just a heads up.

He was clearly wrong, when the orders from the same girl, who he had come to learn as L/n Y/n kept coming in, same time, same order every single day. Over the short interactions they would have at the same blue bench, they had learnt to know each other quite well. So that’s when Osamu grew the courage to text her. Grabbing the sheet of very crumbled paper now, from his pockets, he typed the number into his phone.

‘Hello, is this L/n?”

Almost immediately, he was met with a response, featuring a wide variety of emojis, ‘Hi! I’m guessing you’re Mr Delivery Man! ☺💕💖’

‘I told you not to call me that. Just Osamu would be fine. Anyways, would you like to meet up at Woodland Carrot Amazing Park, tomorrow at 3? It’s a public holiday.’

‘Oh yeah, of course I’d like to meet up :) I heard from Atsumu that’s where you used to spend a lot of your time’

‘You know that piece of trash?’

‘Yeah, I heard about him through Kita. Actually, that’s how I heard about you too!!’

‘Right, that makes sense.’

‘So, I guess I’ll be seeing you at 3 am tomorrow. Good night!! 😊💕💗🥺🥺

‘I meant 3 pm you know.’

‘Of course I do! Who do you take me for, a fool?’

‘No. Okay then, goodnight to you too.’

#osamu x reader #osamu #miya osamu #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyū!!

[ergativeabsolutive]

Honestly, on reflection with a few exceptions most of the works i like the most are separately and simultaneously good and bad. The thing about hs specifically though is it just happens to bring both of those aspects up to eleven while also being completely fucking insane. Like, I guess what I can say about it is it's a genuinely interesting and engaging work that builds upon itself to the point of eventually being only comprehensible in context (the slow build of the first three acts is a feature* not a bug) if you're paying attention and even then is off the wall in a strangely compelling way, but also it is filled with racist and ableist moments that aren't so much like. a core underpinning of the work like with something like aot as much as they are an artifact of the edgy 2010s internet subculture hussie belonged to at time of writing. It's to the point where you basically have to be able to tolerate reading a work written by a kinda fucked up early '10s terminally online annoying and edgy white *rapidly flipping through pages* nonbinary person, and know thats what you're getting into to like it, and even then there are some parts that are genuinely complete shit that in some cases should just be entirely skipped unless you're morbidly curious, actively trying to make a criticism of said parts, or uh. have very bad taste??? But also the weird thing about it is that it went on hiatus so many times, for.... varying amounts of length to the point that hussie realized at like the very end that they fucked up and like started trying to clean up their act?? except they left probably the worst issues unaddressed???? It is so strange. Like cool you addressed the fucked up family dynamics with seriousness finally and the characters apologized to each other for the 2000s preteen homophobia. Yeah we guessed you were sorry about that when the characters started being gay. Not gonna touch the two R-shaped problems there in the text though, huh? Okay then.

anyway what was I saying. Oh right. Homestuck simultaneously deserves every bit of love and hate it receives, in a way that's kind of hard to grapple with which is why i don't actively recommend it to people who don't know this shit and also actively ask my advice. which actually would make it a passive rec but fuck me i'm not making my sentences even more complicated to cater to pedants. but fuck its also more complicated than that. I think jan Misali's conclusion is right in concluding that its just too expansive of a thing to have only one opinion about. Nuance is really the wrong word. And leave it at that for everyone's sanity.

*Like everything, it's more complicated. "Feature" implies Hussie did it on purpose, which, like, uh. No. But also maybe a little bit?? It's complicated.

#txt #rant #i uh have Thoughts after watching jan Misali's video. its a good video #homestuck

[madamebaggio]

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Notes: Previously...

So it’s done! It’s finally over!!!

I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT.

Thank you so much for all the support throughout all this time that I posted this story, going through so many hiatus and all.

I love you all for the kudos and comments. And I hope you like it!

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Chapter 16

This was the last place on Earth that Sansa wanted to be. Honestly, at this point she’d rather have tea with Cersei.

Ok, probably not.

But anyway.

It didn’t mean she wanted to be here; about to see her brother being punched in the face, and possibly seeing Jon.

With Ygritte.

The one he never talked about, but everybody seemed to know so much about. Maybe he did have a thing for redheads.

Not that it mattered to her. This was over.

“Why do I have to be here?” Sansa grumbled once they had a spot to watch the fight.

“Moral support.” Margaery told her, not for the first time. “This is the first fight I see as your brother’s official girlfriend, so I might not be that happy to see him getting punched.”

Sansa turned to the other woman. “Wait a minute! You didn’t tell me that!” She accused.

“Yeah, yeah.” Margaery made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “Not the point.”

“What do you mean ‘not the point’? This is…”

“Excuse me.” The ladies -including Jeyne who’d been pretending she wasn’t paying a lot of attention to Marge and Sansa’s conversation -turned to the voice, only to find a redheaded woman talking to them. “Hi.”

“Ygritte.” Margaery spoke up, clearly fighting to hold in a reaction.

Ygritte’s eyes went to her. “I don’t remember being introduced to you before.”

Margaery gave a -fake as hell -airy laughter. “I like knowing people. I’m Margaery Tyrell.”

“Right. Robb’s girl.”

“I’m not sure I like being known for that.” Margaery frowned.

Sansa gave her a look, then turned her attention back to Ygritte. “I’m Sansa. This is Jeyne.��

Ygritte waved at Jeyne, but her attention was focused on Sansa. “I know. I actually came here to talk to you.”

“Me?” She wasn’t about to tell her to stay away from Jon, was she?

“Yeah… You saw me talking to Jon, and I just wanted to make it clear it was a friendly conversation. We aren’t together.”

“I…” That was unexpected. “I don’t… It’s not like… We aren’t together as well.”

Ygritte rolled her eyes. “Listen, Jon is an idiot. Don’t fight him for the title. When he comes to apologize, make him grovel. That’s what I mean.”

Sansa was so confused just then. She felt like she was missing a huge chunk of conversation. “I’m not sure he will.”

“Trust me. He will.” Ygritte assured her, then seemed to think hard for a minute. “If he doesn’t, call me and I’ll kick his ass.”

Sansa had to take a deep breath in. “I’m sorry. I’m just really confused here. I thought you were going to play the jealous ex; I wasn’t expecting the support.”

Ygritte rolled her eyes. “I have no time for that, princess.”

Jeyne snorted, and Sansa was still trying to figure out if she was serious, when the crowd started screaming and clapping.

She turned in time to see Jon and Robb entering together, before the announcer called; “Today is the Young Wolf’s last night, so we’ve decided to give him a chance for a rematch.”

Rematch?

“He’ll be fighting the Crow.”

Jon and Robb seemed surprised by the news, but this was the point that Sansa gave the fuck up.

No. She couldn’t deal with this.

Seeing Jon and Robb punching at each other was what had started this whole thing, and she didn’t want to see it again.

She wasn’t going to.

“I’m out.” She declared, turning and just going.

She heard Jeyne and Margaery calling after her, but she didn’t stop moving and pushing people out of her way. There was a ringing noise in her ear, she couldn’t even hear the crowd anymore.

She felt like she was clawing at mud to get out of that place. When she finally saw herself outside the building and the night air hit her, Sansa felt as if she was breathing again.

If Jon and Robb wanted to punch each other they were more than welcome to. She wasn’t watching this anymore, she was done with this bullshit.

“Sansa!”

Robb’s voice shocked Sansa. She turned to see he’d come from the other end of the building, with Jon right after him.

“What are you doing here?” Sansa asked, confused. “The fight…”

“I was there to fight the Wildlings, not to have my problems with Jon being used for their entertainment.” Robb told her. “Once I saw they wanted to see us fight each other, I decided I was out. I…” He cleared his throat. “I’m cool with Jon. No need for punching. Right, Snow?”

That brought Sansa’s attention to Jon. “Aye.” He nodded seriously. “Robb threw the fight, so… I just followed him out.” He frowned. “I think I just quit.”

Sansa gasped. “Jon! You needed the money!”

“I’ll be fine for a bit.” Jon assured her. “I have a friend who wanted me to work with him. I can take him up on that.”

“But, Jon…”

“I’ll be fine.” Jon said seriously. “It’s okay, Sansa. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Sansa looked from him to her brother, then sighed. “I’m glad. I hated seeing you guys doing this.” She gave Jon a side look. “Even when I didn’t mention it.”

Jon cleared his throat and Robb winced in sympathy. “I guess you two need to talk, so…” He was already stepping away. “I really don’t want to know exactly what’s going on there, but just… Talk.” And then he turned back.

Just then Sansa noticed that Jeyne and Margaery had also followed after her, but had waited behind.

Now it was just the two of them.

“Hey.” She spoke softly to Jon.

“Hey, Stark.” He had this small smile on his face. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why does it look like my brother knows something?”

Jon seemed amazingly embarrassed. “Because he does. He knows about us.”

Sansa sputtered for a minute. “How?”

Jon was looking at the ground. “He heard me talking to Theon.”

“How did he take it?”

“At first? Not well.” Jon admitted.

“Oh god! The rematch they were talking about wasn’t that other fight, was it?” She demanded to know.

“I mean, there was this punch…”

“Jon!”

“How didn’t you hear about it?” He wanted to know. “Everybody was talking about it.”

Sansa sighed. “I was avoiding anything that had to do with you.”

That made Jon’s shoulders drop. “I was that much of an asshole?”

She gave him a flat look. “What do you think?”

“I’m sorry, Sansa. Trust me, I know that doesn’t even start to cover for it all, but it’s the first thing I want to say. I was unfair, I let my insecurities talk louder and you were the one that took the brunt of it. I had no right.”

Sansa was silent for a long minute, trying to digest his words. “Was it… Was it something I did?” She finally asked.

“No”, was Jon’s immediate answer. “You didn’t do anything. I’ve had a… Complicated childhood, to put it mildly. I grew up used to hiding a lot of what I felt, feeling like I shouldn’t ask too much of life. A lot of people like telling me I act like a martyr.”

“You do a bit, yeah…”

“Well…” Jon snorted. “Maybe I do. I just… I don’t feel like I deserve a lot, I won’t lie.”

“Did you…” She bit her lower lip. “Did you think you didn’t deserve me?”

Jon was quiet for a while and Sansa thought he wouldn’t answer, or that he was thinking of a way to say that he just didn’t want her. 

“Aye, I did.” He finally confessed. “You’re so different from me, Sansa. I kept looking at you and thinking you deserved so much better. It seemed insane to me that you’d want me.”

“Okay, but I did.”

Jon looked at her, startled. “You did?”

“Yes. I mean, how can it have possibly escaped your attention that I kept coming around?” She asked him dryly.

“I thought it was the sex.” He admitted.

“And I told you I didn’t go for casual sex.” She pointed out impatiently. “I wanted you. I just didn’t know if you wanted me as much.”

“You say ‘wanted’... Does this mean I fucked up that badly?”

Sansa pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. “I don’t know.” She sighed. “You’re okay with Robb, right?”

“Aye.”

“And no more fighting?”

“Aye.”

“Are you going to talk to me from now on? Discuss things, admit what you’re feeling, stop thinking you don’t deserve me?”

Jon hummed. “You’re getting demanding.” He teased.

She gave him a very unamused look. “Jon!”

“I’ll do all of that, Sansa. And more.” He took a step closer. “I am sorry, and I’ll apologize for as long as you want me to. I don’t think I deserve another chance, but…”

“For fuck’s sake, Snow!” She snapped at him. “I just told you…” She took a deep breath in. “I decide if you deserve another chance, okay?”

“Do I?” He asked carefully.

“You do, you idiot.” She huffed. “But! We’re going to do things properly this time.”

“Definitely.” He agreed immediately. “I want to take out on a date. Proper date, with flowers.”

“Yes. And we’ll be official as a couple, hold hands in public…”

“Go to parties together…”

“And we’ll take it slow!” Sansa concluded. “This time we’ll do it properly. Let’s get to know each other, let’s talk, have dates, then things will fall into place.”

“Agreed.” Jon gave her a solemn nod. “We did rush into things.”

“It was great.” Sansa hurried to say. “We did enjoy it a lot…”

“Tell me about it.”

“But I really think, if we want to do this properly, we should slow down.”

“I agree.” Jon assured her once again. “I want this to work out. I want to be with you.”

Sansa felt herself smiling. “I want that too.”

They smiled at each other for a while.

“Can I get a hug?” She suddenly asked.

“You can have anything you want.” Jon told her softly.

Sansa let Jon put his arms around her. She hid her face on his neck, feeling like a great weight had been lifted from her. She probably could’ve made him grovel a bit more (sorry, Ygritte), but she didn’t want that.

She wanted him, and now that she knew he also wanted her, she just hoped that things would work out. They could take this slowly and they could figure stuff out along the way.

Honestly, as long as they talked properly from now on, Sansa was convinced they’d be fine.

She felt Jon dropping a kiss to her temple. “I missed you. Sorry for being an idiot.”

She could admit she liked him apologizing though. “We’ll work on it.”

He snorted. “Do you want to grab something to eat? I don’t want to call this our official first date, but I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too. Margaery wouldn’t let me eat before coming here.”

“Let’s grab something simple and tomorrow I’ll get you flowers and a proper dinner.”

“Deal.”

They let go of each other and Jon offered her his hand. “See? We can do this.”

She grinned as she accepted his hand. “We’ll do great at this whole dating, taking things slow.”

48 hours later…

“I hate you.” Sansa groaned from her side of the bed.

Jon was laughing too much to answer.

She hit him with a pillow. “What happened to taking it slow?”

“We did! 2 days. It’s a record for us.” He said, trying -and failing -to contain his laughter.

“You’re lucky I like you.” She grumbled.

Jon stopped laughing, his smile becoming soft and fond. “Aye. I am.”

#madame baggio #crackship #IMAGES NOT MINE #fanfiction #posted on AO3 #game of thrones #Sansa Stark #jon snow #sansa x jon #sansa stark x jon snow #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #Kiss with a Fist

[fascination-street-writing]

OK so first off i'm sorry to hear that you're putting stationary traveler on a hiatus BUT i understand why and i just wanted to say that i love this story so much. This chapter was really great and i loved the interaction between Trish and Prosciuttio. It was written really well and i think its exactly how theyd actually interact with each other because theyre both two high strung people. Secondly i was just wondering about the ages of the character

CW: Age Differences

Hello! Thank you for being so sympathetic - honestly, if it wasn’t for taking that novel class this semester, I’d be able to keep writing more for JJBA at the moment. I still plan on working on stuff here and there; I just unfortunately can’t guarantee regular or consistent updates. Still, I feel great about how much I was able to get done over my break, which will be concluded with the posting of the third and final 200 follower giveaway piece over this coming weekend.

I’m really glad to hear that you enjoy Stationary Traveler. This story is honestly my baby (well, so is I Am Not Yours, haha!) and it has been both a challenge and a thrill to write. The moment between Trish and Prosciutto was definitely something that I wasn’t so sure about, because it kind of disrupts the separation between the two threads of the story: Reader and her family drama, and Reader with her Prosciutto drama. But, I think it turned out well, and it’s so nice that you thought it to be a plausible moment in the story!

And yeah, about the ages. So of course we know that Trish is 15, as this story takes place pretty much right before part five does - so before La Squadra decides in earnest to betray the boss, as this kind of pivots into them finding out her identity. Originally, I was thinking that Reader was 18, but I really disliked the idea of that; it lowkey made me uncomfortable to think about her being that young when considering everything she has and will go through, so I decided to make her 20 instead, in keeping of age proximity to Trish. Lastly, I alluded a bit in the previous chapter that Prosciutto is younger than 30, and I kept it ambiguous other than that, because I know a lot of readers have their own headcanons about his age. I personally believe he’s in his mid to late twenties.

Regardless, that does leave us with an age difference (I did update the tags to preface this). I personally don’t mind age differences, but that’s just because most of the relationships between people in my family do have gaps - my grandmother and grandfather had a 25 year gap. One of my best friends is also 20, in a relationship with a 26 year old. I guess all I’m trying to say is that it isn’t an issue for me, but I completely understand if it is for others (which, as I said, is why I added this to the tags).

Thanks for reaching out to me, and for being such an awesome reader! ❤️

#cw: age gap #@stationary traveler

[ivystjamess]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

WHO: @julienschuester and ivy st.james WHERE: the choir room. WHEN: wednesday, march 10th. WHAT: following a long hiatus from one another, ivy says sorry in the best way she can think of how, and her and julien (finally) start dating again.

IVY: Ignorance was bliss, but in this case, it had been dragging Ivy down and enlightenment was a savior. Ivy St.James and Julien Schuester were tethered to two ends of the same rope, and as of late, there hadn't been much slack to give. Julien's hot and cold moods, tugging on the rope, and bringing it closer kept her up at night was rattling to say the least and it left Ivy tossing, turning, and thinking her brain away. While her actions showed she was sorry, and that she was obviously interested in Julien still, her lips hadn't uttered a formal, heartfelt, i'm sorry. With Spring Awakening rehearsals bringing them close, numbers for lessons, and just generally being back within the same school, Ivy knew something had to be done. What did her dad always say? Sing About It. Under the pretense of an emergency meeting, Ivy beckoned Julien to the choir room with a text. And although he looked surprised to find Ivy alone, she sat on her stool calm as ever and gestured to the red chairs in front of her, "Wanna like, sit? I have some stuff I want...need to say to you." Watching Julien cross to sit had Ivy furiously rubbing her lips as she prepared to place her heart on a platter for Julien. Rarely did she get nervous, but rarely did performance mean so much to her. "Julien, Jules, I just like..." Why couldn't she think? Why did her fingertips feel fuzzy? Ugh! "Sorry, I'm like, kinda nervous." she shamefully admitted, but this was all about honesty, wasn't it? "I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for egging you, and for switching schools, and not listening to you, or trusting you. I was being selfish and guarded and whatever, and it wasn't cool." A breath, "But, I'm back now, and I'm like honestly going kinda crazy not being with you. I know who I am without you, and as hot and awesome, and mean as she is...I wanna be like hot and awesome and a little less mean with you." Still having more to say, she didn't want to waste anymore time, so Ivy began to speak rapidly, "But I think, as awful as it all was, I've really like, learned a ton from this! And I hope you have too and stuff. Even with like being sorry or whatever, I totally know the ball is in your court, so I guess I just wanted to like, give you my thoughts, and your space, so, yeah! I think this sums it up." Ivy flashed a nervous smile as she let out a breath and turned to the band. Softly, they began to play Duffy's Oh Boy. It was a simple performance with Ivy, Julien, and her heart speaking to him through song. Sure, she sounded polished, but there were no fabricated tears or elaborate choreography. Just her on a stool, trying to get a message across. And when that was done, and she knew she had tried her best, she clapped her hands down against her thighs, and looked at Julien with an anxious anticipation, "And that's all I have to say, I can totally let you go now, or like I can go, I don't want this to feel weird or whatever I just needed to do that."

JULIEN: When Julien received a text from Ivy about an 'emergency meeting' in the choir room, he sped through the halls of McKinley like his life depended on it. He paced through the hallways against the flow of traffic, narrowly dodging people with frantic 'excuse mes' and 'i'm sorrys' until finally, he busted through the door. "Hi! I'm here," he said breathlessly, fully expecting to find the choir room up in flames, only to find Ivy alone. He paused in the doorway for a moment when she spoke. "Uh oh," he responded as he hesitantly made his way to a chair across from her, "am I in trouble or something?" He was trying to be playful, but a tense energy hung thickly in the air and being around Ivy alone like this instantly made him nervous. Once he took off his backpack and set it down beside him, he sat down and relaxed. "Okay...I'm listening..." he drawled, waiting for her to continue. At her admission that she was nervous, Julien felt his cheeks starting to burn and his lips curving up into a slight smile. "It's okay, I'm nervous too and I don't even know why, so we can be nervous together," he encouraged with a nod, gently nudging her to keep going. It was no secret that things between them had been inconsistent and unpredictable as of late. It was obvious that they still had feelings for each other, however, it was also obvious that there was still a lot of hurt between them...and Finn had been right. Julien had been acting like all of the horrible Vocal Adrenaline stuff hadn't happened. Being with Ivy was just so easy and it felt so good and it was what he wanted...but if he just rolled over and decided to forgive her without her ever even really saying sorry, then what would all of his growth have been for? He had to stand up for himself. Even if it hurt. After Ivy had asked 'what changed' and Julien answered, the last thing he had expected was for her to summon him to the choir room for a genuine, earnest, and thoughtful apology. But here she was. And here he was—slack jawed and completely dumbfounded. "Ivy..." he said quietly, sitting up slightly as he took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to say, but it was like his head was suddenly empty. Like she could sense his state of shock, Ivy kept talking and eventually that talking turned into singing. When the band started playing the opening chords to 'oh boy' by Duffy, Julien softened and relaxed back into his chair. As Ivy's crisp voice filled the choir room, he kept his eyes glued to hers and watched, in awe, as she sang directly to him. She chipped away at his hurt with each sweet lyric she sang until eventually, he was left with nothing for her but love and forgiveness. Julien was a soft and tender hearted person, so it was surprising to exactly no one that when the song came to an end, he was indisputably misty eyed. As she concluded her song with a finalizing statement, Julien rose to his feet and shook his head as he walked towards her. "Don't go," was all he said before he placed his hands on either side of her face and crashed his lips into hers. He knew he would actually have to say something in response to everything she had said, but he needed to do that first. Once he pulled away, he smiled down at her and gently strummed her cheeks with his thumbs, "thank you. You know, like, for saying all that stuff and for the song." Before Julien could say more, he caught a glimpse of something sparkly dangling from around Ivy's neck. Looking down at it, his smile warmed and he shook his head. "You've been wearing this thing this whole time..." he stated,  moving his hands to the back of her neck to unclasp the chain, "how come?"

IVY: Although Ivy hadn't gone that long since meeting Julien's lips whether it be sneaking him into her room, or on stage for Spring Awakening, it had felt like a life time had passed since their lips connected like this. Both of them were absolved of tension and aiming their potential animosity at one another. Instead, it once again felt like they were just them, but better than ever. Like a tulip emerging after a long winter, Ivy felt like she was sprouting from the dark ground and up into Julien's sun. Changed, but the same. While there wasn't any verbal confirmation, Ivy knew that rejuvenated feeling was mutual. Julien need not say it. She could feel it in the pads of his fingertips brushing her cheeks, and in how tenderly he moved his lips against her own. Pulling away, in a post-kiss haze, Ivy blinked Julien into view and nodded, "I won't go. Ever." As one hand cascaded down his arm to lace their fingers, the other popped up as she extended her pinky, "Pinky Promise." Ivy said seriously, then shrugged. "Seriously like, don't mention it. I wanted to." There was still some response to be desired though. Did he hate it? Did he love it? Was he just being polite? Before she could push him into answer her, Ivy inhaled sharply as Julien roped the chain  she was wearing into his grasp, then eventually moved closer to her to unclasp it. It took some serious willpower not to kiss him again, but she found the strength to answer his question. Now moving her own hand to cup Julien's cheek, Ivy made sure to lock up and into his stare so he knew she was being serious. "Because we like....made a promise?" That was the obvious answer, and the deeper one-- "It wasn't like I stopped loving you just because I was being stupid or whatever."

JULIEN: Despite not being together, Ivy and Julien had still been making an awful lot of time to kiss each other. Whether it be in the dark of night or under the glow of a spotlight, the universe always carved out a path for them to get back to each other. This kiss though, in the fluorescent choir room in the middle of the day, felt different than the rest. It wasn't tainted with doubt or stage directions or alcohol. It was just them—albeit a little wiser and a little more mature—choosing each other. Hearing Ivy confirm that she wouldn't go and then watching her raise her pinky caused a warm sensation to bloom from Julien's chest and spread through his whole body. "Ever," he echoed, repeating the promise back to her and linking his pinky through hers without any hesitation. With a sigh, he dropped her hands and swiftly shifted his attention to her necklace. He made quick work of slipping the ring off the chain to hold it in the palm of his hand. He stared down at the ruby jewel, a million thoughts running through his head, until Ivy touched his cheek and brought him back down to Earth again. Hearing Ivy say she never stopped loving him sent his heart into overdrive. "We did make a promise, didn't we?" he asked rhetorically, tilting his head as he glanced back down at the ring and reached for her hand. "I never stopped either," he admitted as he began slipping the ring back on to her finger, where it belonged. He stared at it for a little while longer before turning his attention back to Ivy and closing some of the distance between them by stepping towards her. "I owe you an apology too," he started, holding her gaze and shrugging, "I should've like stood up for you more and stuff or just...I don't know...talked to you more. I know I haven't always been good at that. But I will be now," he playfully raised his eye brows, "getting punched in the face kinda changes you like that." A breathy laugh escaped him before he pulled her into him, nuzzling his face into her neck as he hugged her tightly. "I missed you," he confessed, pulling back slightly to look at her, "I don't wanna waste more time not being together." A pause as a doting smile danced its way on to his lips and he bashfully added, "you really almost made me cry with that song! It was like 'run to you' but more intense but in a good way and stuff because it was just us. But I mean, jeez, you're..." a dreamy sigh, "you're like...perfect. The song was perfect." He playfully bumped his nose into her cheek and then into her nose before bringing his lips back to hers for another kiss—one to seal the deal. "I love you," he said as he pulled back, "let's never do the whole breaking up thing again."

IVY: In full agreement with Julien, Ivy couldn’t have felt happier. Her only regret? She had to go away for Cheerios Nationals this weekend, and she couldn’t spend it tucked into her bed with him. Lots about them had changed, they’d both garnered a deeper sense of clarity, learned their lessons the hard way, but one thing that wouldn’t ever change was Ivy’s constant need to feel close to him. Enough of the apologies and reminiscing on their worse times, Ivy was completely wrapped up in staring down at the Christmas Present on her finger, “Yknow, this looks like, way better on my hand than on a chain on my chest.” Ivy commented offhandedly before shifting her gaze back to Julien. “Well I’m glad we’re on the same page and stuff. I totally missed being in sync. And being with you.” she admitted, welcoming the warmth that his breath brought into the curve of her neck. “You can’t help that you almost cried, I’m like really good, and I love you a lot.” Ivy explained, as if anything about this whole months-long debacle had been simple. Her entire expression lifted into a smile as he called her perfect and Ivy was quick to cut in with a “Only the best for my guy.” Her arms made their way back to the familiar place around his neck as she pulled herself fully into him. “i love you.” Ivy repeated, tone filled with adoration. And as her way of agreeing with the final sentiment, she shook her head, and whispered, “Never.” Into Julien’s lips as she pressed her lips to her boyfriend’s for a final, affirming kiss. And just like that, once again, all was well.

THE END.

#discord para #see that i have grown #julien #FINALLY #had 2 get this out before we close for biz!! #that's a wrap on high school ig!!!

[surprisebitch]

Anyway, now that I finished Hunter X Hunter (2011).. i can now provide a personal ranking of the arcs (this was asked to me before so I’m gonna do it!)

Before I give mine, i’m just gonna say that EVERY ARC is amazing. This is just based on preference.

There could be minor spoilers, so don’t read this is you have not watched HxH:

HUNTER X HUNTER (2011) ARC RANKING (from least fave to most fave

7. Greed Island - i must admit that this one felt really slow to me but it really took time for me to appreciate and enjoy. It was only until Hisoka arrived when I got the most interested ESPECIALLY the battle against Razor. That really shook it up. But Bomberman is my least fave villain. While it is an essential power-up arc, it took some pushing for me to make myself finish it. Although, i do know people WHO LOVE this arc. I guess it just was not really my favourite, but Bisky is amazing and I love the fights. I also love how it was like a Gon and Killua go on a date type of arc lol

6. Zoldyck Family - while Killua isn’t present, you come to really appreciate the trio Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio. It was intriguing to see them make their way through the mansion. It was also a treat to learn and have a glimpse of who the Zoldyck family are and how they live. I also really love Canary and Gotoh.. they were amazing butlers or side characters. It was also a logical follow-up after the Hunter Exam arc

5. Heaven’s Arena - the introduction of Nen.. so well-done. It was really amazing how this turned out to be the final secret exam too. I also really enjoyed the fights. Seeing Killua and Gon in action. Also, i’ll have to single out Hisoka.. his fighting style and seeing how his Nen works. It was truly a sight to behold. It was a really great and entertaining arc packed with surprises. It was also nice how realistic it is because Gon did not beat Hisoka but he landed a punch, and it was a great way to show a debt was repaid.

4. Chairman Election - as soon as Alluka got introduced, everything just became 100x more interesting. I really love how this wrapped up the series before it went Hiatus x Hiatus lol but yeah, Pariston was a fun complex character.. didn’t expect he just enjoyed the thrill. It was also great to see Killua be in big brother mode. It was also full of twists which I really enjoyed. I did not see any of it coming. It really was a lot of mind games. I also love how it concluded Gon’s search for his father. It was a great reunion and it was built up really nicely. It was also nice to see Ging acknowledging Leorio and it was a nice way to show Leorio also became strong. Seeing the butlers in action too was great.

3. Hunter Exam - seriously... i don’t know how anyone can begin the few episodes of Hunter X Hunter and not wanna know what happens next. The exams are all puzzling and you just wanna know what will be the next challenge thrown at them and HOW THEY CAN SOLVE IT. Such a fun arc and a STRONG beginning. And yes, you see the Big Four together and in action. Full of adventure and fun. Such an amazing start

2. Chimera Ant - surprise! it’s not my most favourite.. and i will get to why. While I REALLY LOVE the conclusion, i really think this arc could have been trimmed down and it would have still left a solid lasting impression. It is a glorious arc but not without flaws. The narration parts could have showed character monologues instead and you can tell they tried to stretch out three minutes of an event into 3 episodes. It was really too long. That being said, the slow burn leading to the rising action then the end. Tbh, Chimera Ant really felt like a series in itself. It was lengthy but so rewarding. At first I was upset that Kurapika and Leorio aren’t present but you can really see why when you realise the ants are too powerful. I especially love how Killua and Gon suffered and had a hard time defeating the ants. They failed and it was satisfying to see that in a shonen anime. It really subverts your expectations. It’s even AMAZING how Gon and Killua never met Meruem who’s one of the best antagonists from any anime imo. Amazing developments too for every character introduced. You really get to love them.

I’m in awe how Hyouri Ittai (two sides of the same coin) works so well for this arc. Monsters and Humans truly can be so. It was also amazing to see how the ants became humans while the humans became the ants they feared. It really made you think and analyse humanity. And yes I cried buckets from that ending.

1. YORKNEW CITY - despite having less episodes than Chimera Ant, I can definitely say YORKNEW is the best arc imo. From the first episode, I WAS SOOO DRAWN IN. I swear this entire arc IMO is just cliffhanger after cliffhanger. I remembered I had to finish this in like a day or less than a day because IT’s JUST TOOOO FUCKING GOOD. 

Kurapika’s abilities.. so fucking incredible how his nen works. The Phantom Troupe are ALSO THE BEST ANTAGONISTS or villains. They’re so powerful and scary but they all have such interesting quirks and personalities. It was also mindblowing to see how Hisoka played a chaotic neutral role in this whole ordeal. And yes, the fights ALL fights were so interesting. Chrollo is also a sexy deadly villain. 

Also, how it was a shift in the tone of HxH. It suddenly became more violent and brutal. It really heightened the suspense aspect because the Phantom Troupe are so terrifying and you dont know what could happen next. Seeing the Big Four together too and working together to outsmart the Troupe. It also had really strong characters too.I also love how the ending of this arc subverts your expectations but it is such a logical end.

Like you build up in a way where the main characters will probably fight the Phantom Troupe one by one until they kill Chrollo but that never happens. The story is not yet finished and the exchange of hostages and how Kurapika’s willpower was put to the test. It had SUCH an anticlimactic end but IT WAS SO FULL of thought and meaning. It was also amazing how the prophecy played out. It was overall the strongest arc imo because in just maybe less than 20 episodes, it really left a strong impression on me. 

And I AM LOOKING FORWARD to them fighting the Phantom Troupe for real this time. I’m so glad we got to see them in Chimera too because damn they’re really tough opponents and it will be nice to see how the big four will fight them. 

But yeah, anywayy that ends it. Thanks for reading! 

#hxh

[soyouareandrewdobson]

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na RACIST! (how Dobson thinks Batman is a supremacist, why I think Batman is not so good and Frank Miller is problematic

Over the last couple of years, Andrew Dobson has mad eit clear that he is not a fan of the character of Batman much (or anymore), calling him a Mary Sue and an embodiment of toxic masculinity as if that term means something nowadays considering how often it is thrown around. And don’t get me wrong, if you don’t like Batman as a character, that is completely fine with me. I myself am not the biggest fan of Batman myself. Or rather should I say, his overexposure in the comics.

Cause honestly, I do not hate the character on concept. I watched reruns of the Adam West Batman show from the 60s and the animated 90s show long before I even saw the Burton versions. Batman Brave and the Bold is one of my favorite animated shows of the 2000s. And I think that there are quite a few good Batman stories, shows and games out there overall. I do however believe that when it comes to Batman in the mainstream comics, things have taken a nose dive for a long time. Writers like Grant Morrison, Scott Snyder and Tom King in particular have over the last 10+ years (at least in my opinion) not just attempted to write stories about Batman as a hero, but also put him into the center of ever escalating events and philosophical wang fests so often, the comics and its characters (Batman and his villains alike) have become quite ridiculous. As a result Batman as a comic series is at times just too edgy, people get sick of certain characters (I like the Joker, but the way how he was handled in some of Snyder’s stories was ridiculous to the point they should have just called him Satan) and Batman comes off as a Gary Stu almost by default, cause the only way a “normal” human could even dare to deal with the over the top situations he faces, is by being even more over the top and smart and awesome by default.

 Now that we got my soapboxing regarding why I think Batman is not as good as a comic character anymore out of the way, lets see what Dobson’s take on Batman is and why he thinks he is turning Bat- I mean bad.

 He believes that Batman turns into a fascist.

... I would ask if that is a joke, but I know that Dobson does not get humor at all or can tell a good joke if he was possessed by Leslie Nielsen.

Okay, so lets just try to dissect why this is dumb.

First off, while I did not talk about it in detail, I did mention that there are different incarnations and versions of Batman to enjoy. Hey, Dobson himself said that the one he enjoyed the most was the Batman of the animated series in the 90s. Which btw I highly recommend. And so do others. But here is the thing: There is not one “ultimate” version of Batman to stick to. There are different interpretations of the character. And most people are okay with that. Heck, there are more than enough people who both enjoyed the 60s Batman and Burton’s Batman. The important thing is, that all those interpretations need to have a certain key element of Batman still in order to make the character recognizable as who he is to be. Which in my opinion is the willingness to fight for good even in the face of some serial killer level baddies and show also once here and there his smarts as well as a bit of heart (guess what people, Batman can be compassionate too if he needs to be) while at the same time wearing a costume as he does and try to convey the image of being “the night” to put fear in the hearts of those cowardly criminals.

 Which is why people in general will call writers out on being bad, when you do not “get” Batman or what people in general associate Batman to be. But Dobson seems to insinuate at least indirectly that people are dumb for not understanding it. That he is supposedly the only one who “gets” Batman right. No Dobson, you are not the only one. The shitton of people who mocked Batman vs Superman of which you were a part of, are proof enough.

 Next, I have to admit I find it hilarious that he believes that Frank Miller’s version of Batman is what he believes people consider slowly the mainstream version of the character. No they don’t.

 Let me try to explain it with this version a bit, seeing how Dobson does not and in doing so is utterly misinformative. In the late 2000s, comic writer Frank Miller, known for work such as Sin City, 300 and his run of Daredevil in the 80s, was tasked by DC comics to write “All Star Batman and Robin” a miniseries in 12 issues. While the thing has actually pretty good artwork by Jim Lee (an artist Dobson wishes he could be), the story itself is very, very bad. While Miller was in the past quite respected and was the man behind “The Dark Knight Returns” in the early 90s (a comic even I think is pretty decent as a story about Batman as an older man taking the cowl up again)  , his work in general even at this point was not that good. Miller had become an openly racist person towards people of muslim background after witnessing 9/11 in New York in person, Batman in his work became a vigilante who gets away with levels of assault, violence and edgy philosophing and beating his meat (metaphorically) that it just became pretty obvious that Miller had turned into a racist grandfather with power fantasies whose ideas oozed into his work. I am not denying the accusations Dobson throws here at Miller. His Batman in All Star is violent, acts like a self righteous psycho, kidnaps an underaged boy and does at one point consider that if he had Green Lantern’s power ring he could make the world “better” than Hal Jordan. Which considering his actions so far in that comic makes any person with self preservation instincts and empathy  wonder, what “better” means. Additionally, other characters like Superman, Wonder Woman and the mentioned Green Lantern don’t really fare good either when it comes to having likable personalities, making you wish a villain like Luthor would just get rid of those “heroes” already just to assure us they could not go crazy next tuesday.

So yeah, it is a shitty version of Batman, despised by many to the point All Star Batman is mocked to the nth degree. Miller himself became even more controversial and hatred when he wrote and got Holy Terror released, a beast I do not even want to touch upon at the time righ now. I just say it is bad as shit and one of the worst writen and drawn things I ever saw.

 HOWEVER… this version of Batman is not the mainstream one. I repeat: this is not the mainstream one, “accepted” by a majority of people. As the paragrpah previously show.

The character All Star Batman is considered ONLY associable with Millers miniseries of the same name, that did not even properly conclude as it was put on endless hiatus with issue ten. It has never become inspirational for any other portrayal of the character so far and DC comics also does not endorse the character in correlation with its main universe, even if they still sell tradepaperbacks of the series.

This, if you have any reading comprehension, points towards one of the biggest lies in Dobson’s comic: The idea, that THIS Batman is the one that’s been popular for the last 15 years or so, as STATED by Dobson himself in the second panel of his comic.

 No. No, this “Batman”, the violent psychopath who uses guns and drives a tank, is not the mainstream and never was so in the last 15 years. Or I should rather say 20. See, this comic was published like in 2015. Meaning he is referring to Batman from between 2000 till 2015.

Lets see what versions of Batman were popular at this point

So we got a Batman who was there for a girl dying cause of something done to her brain, a 60s inspired Batman who still was badass and worked well with other heroes and saved the world a few times, a videogame Batman who would not even have let the Joker die when his poison finally got the better of him (Arkham City), a Batman who travelled backwards through time into the present and then tried to use his fortune to support heroes in other parts of the world to do good (I acknowledge though, the Batman shooting Darkseid thing was crap, even if Darkseid is the god of evil in DC) and we even got (though not shown here) a Batman who even when he drove a freaking tank did not run over peolpe with it (Batman, Nolan trilogy) and would rather accept people hating him than being a hero, by taking on the blame of Harvey Dent being killed to not taint the laters reputation. Oh and did I forget to mention that Nolan’s Batman almost sacrificed himself to prevent Gotham from nuclear destruction?

And before someone says “gotch’ya” by pointing at another rinfamous work by Miller, known as the Dark Knight strikes again… I said popular. That comic from the early 2000s was not popular and again NOT referenced much by mainstream media or mainstream fans as good.

 Now I will say, Batman as in the mainstream comics at the same time got unfortunately darker to the degree I hinted on when I made this post. Cause the last 15 years were comic wise the time of Morrison, Scott and others in particular. Who were involved in such “brilliant” moves as the Court of Owls story, the introduction of Professor Pyg, turning Joker into a satanic archetype villain stu, Batman having the brilliant idea to go Big Brother Eye, the No Man’s Land shit, having to deal with more brutal murders than previously etc. Yes, mainstream Batman got more violent. But the violence was less in the character itself as more within the world he was part of. Mainstream Batman comics took on a more violent tone than there was before. But ironically, even if Batman had to face more brutal beatdowns and villains, by comparison he is one of the most “kind” characters compared to the ones he faces or even works with. This is a character who had to teach his own son that murder was not okay, cause the kid was raised by an evil murder cult.

 And even with the mainstream comics such as Detective Comics and Batman main series becoming darker… they are not pro-fascist or go into that direction. I read a lot of DC in general, not just Batman, and Batman is not going sieg heiling or beating up people because of the color of their skin or because they are poor. When Lex Luthor was president, Batman was one of the main heroes opposing him. Mainstream Batman is beating you up for being a murderer and highly violent criminal with a gimmick, independent of your political agenda. And the writers are also not pro fascist, including even post 2015 Frank Miller.

 Yeah. Frank Miller, whose work I am not fond of and who I think is a racist asshole who had things coming for Holy Terror,  is not really writing (or at least publishing) racist Batman anymore.

Don’t get me wrong, I still think the guy is bad and I believe if he had a chance to get his opinion out unfiltered, we would be in for a shitstorm. But I actually read up on his Dark Knight 3: The Master Race thing because I was worried how racist that is and how DC would recover from that dud. Turned out… it was not as bad as you would expect with a title like this. The “Master Race” referred in that story to a group of racist kryptonians who thought they should take over earth because their powers made them superior. While Batman was not the most positive character in it, he was fighting against them with many other heroes. This Batman was actually a vast improvement personality wise from Batman in Dark Knight strikes again and All Star. So yeah, Batman written by racist grandfather was still a hero. Granted, I think a lot of that was also thanks to the fact that DC had partnered up Miller with someone who kept things tighter around him, but still. Fascist Batman is not a thing the comics and the majority of fans want.

 Ironically, if you want to see how a publisher taints the image of a hero people look up to by making him more racist… well, Dobson’s “praised” and woke Marvel did once something called Secret Empire. Which had Captain America turn into the Fuehrer and taking over America. And the Nazis for a lack of a better word, were “competent” enough in the story that the heroes really only won in parts thanks to a shitton of asspulls. So… yeah.

I mean, the event still ended with the good guys winning and the bad guys defeated, but still.

#batman #adobsonsartwork #andrew dobson #frank miller #dc comics #this sucks #grimdark #batman and robin #syac #idiocy #fascism

[veridium]

in my way

alright (x3) okay gamers, guess what? COLLEGE AU UPDATE COMING AT YOU LIVE!

THAT’S RIGHT, HIATUS WHOMST?

I’m thrilled to finally be able to post this sucker. I’m naming it after one of my favorite MUNA songs, and it’s pretty fitting for where we are and where we’re going. Poor Olivia is gonna have some character development in this chili’s tonight. 

Thank you to Isabella @bitchesofostwick for being patient with me as I get my cats wrangled. You’re the MVP. 

fic masterpost / last chapter

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When the high of the game weekend subsides, two truths remain:

1. Cassandra called her her girlfriend in public, in front of like, two dozen witnesses. Can’t walk that back. 

2). Cassandra has a fucked up ankle. The doctors recommended a boot, not a brace. Olivia knows enough about sports injuries -- particularly in the feet in legs -- to know it won’t be a quick and easy recovery. 

Luckily for Cass, walking boots have become a fashion, and she will only have to be in one for a short time. But that also means she can’t do certain things as easily as she could without it. Though as much of a soldier as they come, by the end of Monday, she’s in a shitty mood when Olivia calls her shortly after getting out of a work at the gym:

“It’s bullshit that they put me in this thing, the sprain wasn’t that bad. I saw the x-rays!”

Olivia tosses her bag in the trunk of her mini and slams the door down, phone tucked between shoulder and ear. “It’s only for a couple of weeks, right? Just rest up and--”

“--already tired of it knocking into things, what the fuck is the--”

“--Cass, er, hold on, let me…”

“I shouldn’t have called, you were at work--”

“No no!” Olivia slides into the driver’s seat, hurriedly trying to set up the bluetooth. She slides the key into the ignition and twists, but she can still hear Cassandra grumbling and ranting, and she’s not even on speaker. When the bluetooth makes her live on the car stereo, she’s thundering so much Olivia has to turn her down several clicks. 

“Babe, hey!” Olivia cuts in. The speaker goes sharply quiet. “Are you home?”

Quiet, and then a curt sigh. “...Yes.”

“Good. Is Cullen there?” Maybe he can talk her off the ledge. But by the sounds of it, though, he isn’t. 

“No,” Cassandra confirms, “he’s out.”

“Got it,” Olivia sighs as silently as she can. “Okay, how about I come over and cook up something, and you can work on that RICE thing they told you to do--”

“Ugh, the amount of times they said that fucking acronym bull--”

“Rest, ice, compression, and elevation! Yes, that bullshit.” She’s rubbing her hands in the lotion stocked in her console. “I can run to the store if you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“...Cassandra.”

“I’m fine.” Her voice digs into a dreaded monotone. No longer on a rampage, but seething. Olivia can’t pick which is worse. Instead of ragging on her, she puts the car into drive and pulls out of her spot. Just as she’s about to go forward, Cass says something:

“Actually, I have a lot to do tonight. Would you mind if you didn’t come over?”

Olivia stars suspiciously at the stereo, the best proxy she has for her hardass girlfriend. She blurts out a confused sound, her hands falling from the steering wheel down into her lap.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean, are you going to be okay without Cullen around? Is he going to be home soon?”

“I don’t need Cullen around. I’ll be fine. I just have to get homework done.” There’s some background noise of things shuffling, like papers or binders or something. Cassandra wouldn’t be the type to orchestrate a lie like that -- at least, Olivia hopes not.

Unfortunately, no matter what it is, Olivia can’t push her way into her apartment. So, taking hold of the wheel again, she checks to make sure no one else is waiting on her spot.

“I, uh, I’m good with that!” she says, a bit distracted as she drives out toward the parking lot entrance. “Rain check, then?”

“Yeah.”

“...Okay.” She slides to a stop waiting for the 4:30pm rush to pass by. “Let me know if you need anything, alright? I can still stop by and drop off things. I’ll just be doing homework.”

“Thank you, but I should be fine.”

Fine. Fine, fine, fine. Always fine. 

“Okay...um, alright. Well, I’ll talk to you soon, then?”

“Sure.” 

Olivia scrunches her nose, missing a chance to pull onto the road by the sudden spike of frustration. She twists her lips shut and nods, as if Cass can see it.

“Cool. Bye.” She hangs up before Cassandra can do the honors herself. It feels kind of awful, and rests on her shoulders as she drives back to her part of campus. I shouldn’t be so impatient with her, it’s only been a couple days. Maybe she thought it would be too easy: the night of the party was all about celebrating them, and Cassandra was riding the euphoria of victory. Sunday was good, too: she stayed home from Church, a rarity for her, and they stayed home and watched movies. Sure she was tired, and a bit overwhelmed, but she wasn’t angry. 

--

“I don’t get it. I mean, if she’s been an athlete her whole life, shouldn’t she be used to this stuff?”

It’s Tuesday morning and Olivia is trying not to think about the fact that Cassandra didn’t so much as text her for the rest of the night. Perhaps she should have been more explicit when she said “let me know if you need anything,” and said “please don’t shut me out.” 

Josephine, walking beside her, is un-phased. “Cassandra seems to be the type to not let anything get in her way. I’m sure she’s just frustrated she has to consider limitations. That never gets easier, no matter how much you get hurt.”

“Yeah, but…” Olivia takes another long sip while she adjusts her shoulder bag strap. “I don’t know. Maybe I should take a step back.”

“Psh, Olivia,” Josephine gives her a look as they start up some stairs. “She announced you were her girlfriend, what, three days ago? That’s a step!”

“I know it is, but like…okay, I feel like injury care is kind of a step on its own, right? I mean, you wouldn’t just start becoming someone’s bedside physician a week into dating.”

“Is that what’s going on?”

“...Uh, no, but…”

“Then...?”

“I don’t know. I feel like...I mean, if she needed anything, I would be there. I took her to the hospital! I sat there for over an hour and waited for them to let her go. I picked up painkillers. I know enough to know that she’ll need help -- that she needs help. She can’t drive or walk very much, and I know it’s causing her pain. I just want to...you know...I want to make sure she’s taken care of. Is that intrusive? Am I skipping a step here?”

Josephine smiles as she holds the door open for Olivia to walk in first. Once inside, she bumps her shoulder into hers encouragingly. “I think it’s just a matter of getting used to things. Does Cassandra have people in her life she regularly depends on like that?”

“Yes! Totally.”

“I mean, like, ‘can you help me with this task I would otherwise have no problem doing by myself, but now I need special assistance with it, and it requires me to be sort of humble and take up someone else’s time and energy’ kind of way?”

Olivia is about to say yes again, but she stops. Josephine’s knowing stare only compounds her mistaken confidence. 

“Uh. Hm.”

Josephine is sense incarnate, and if she’s not saying to back off, then maybe the problem isn’t Olivia’s over-caring. But the fact remains: they haven’t exactly followed a traditional timeline. And this one is making Olivia confront some odd feelings she did not expect to come up so fiercely. 

As they near the hall outside their classroom, a last-minute topic is brought up. “Oh, I forgot,” Josephine says, finger pointed up in the air. “The festival is coming up. Are you going? You are going, right?”

Oh fuck, the festival. The event that happens right before break. Carnival games, cider, the whole autumnal enchilada. Josephine’s question makes the domino effect kick in: the festival is this weekend, meaning thanksgiving break is next week, meaning exams are less than three weeks from now, which means…

“Uh, Olivia?” Josephine snaps her back into reality with another cool smile. “You look like I asked if you remembered what your last school picture was like!”

Olivia shudders. “Ugh, no, no,” she clarifies, “I’m good. Um, the festival? I thought so, but, with everything that’s been going on I kinda forgot. Are you and Theia going?”

Josephine’s cheery facade subsides, and she holds the books in her arms close to her chest. “Oh. Um, not together, no.”

Suddenly it feels as though they’ve crashed through several floors of drama and into hell’s furnace. What the fuck? 

“Wait, what? Josie, what happ--”

“Shh, sh,” Josie takes hold of Olivia’s forearm and draws nearer. “Nothing, just...just a break. It is alright.”

“Alright?! I--”

“Olivia! Inside voice,” Josephine interrupts.

With as much as she can muster Olivia tries to slow her heartbeat, taking a breath that feels utterly useless. The Kill Bill sirens are sounding off in her head again. Seems like they have become a permanent fixture. 

“We are just taking some time. That is all.”

Olivia’s brow furrows. “Time? Is it because...is it…”

Josephine grins sorely and releases her gentle hold. “There is a lot to it. Too much to chat about before class. You’ve had your own stuff to attend to. I don’t blame you at all!”

Blame. Olivia didn’t think of the word yet, but hearing her say it, it’s pretty damning. Blame would be the way she’d describe how she feels: to blame, more like. If anything else has been going on between them, she has no clue. They were always good at putting on a stunning show of lovers. Now it’s like a “the parents are divorcing” saga all over again. Nevertheless, Olivia swallows her need to know everything all at once.

“Okay. We’ll talk about it, though, right? Soon?”

“Yes, sure,” Josephine says, “I just have a lot to do this week, and then break, and…”

“I get it, no, it’s fine.” Olivia says her least favorite word. “Whenever you can and want to. I’m here!”

They conclude their counseling of each other’s issues -- or, more like Olivia’s, ft. a mention of Josephine’s -- and head to class. Strangely enough it is like a vacation getting to think about anything except what she’s currently overthinking. As soon as the 55 minutes of class are up she goes right back to spinning, except now it has the added ingredients of whatever the fuck is going on with Theia and Josie. 

She checks her phone. No new messages from Theia since their reunion special at the pizza shop. 

Olivia: Hey, Theia. I was talking to Josie. Are you okay?

She sends it, but receives nothing back. At least not for the rest of the afternoon before she texts Cassandra, who is also stonewalling her: 

Olivia: Hey! You feeling better today?

Thankfully, within ten minutes, a response: 

Cassandra: Not really. I went home early and moved my office hours to Thursday. How are you?

Olivia: Oh, ok. I’m glad you’re resting. I’m doing good, just got out of classes for the day. 

Cassandra: Anything interesting?

Olivia: That Chad guy brought up Lenin again. Didn’t think he could do it, but he did! Lol :)

Cassandra stops responding, and after 30 minutes Olivia has arrived back at her dorm. She hops onto her bed and sees nothing, no typing ellipses. Feeling the sinking gut reaction again, she pries a little:

Olivia: Anyway, I know it’s only been a day, but are you up for company? 

Five minutes later, a quick and surprising reply: 

Cassandra: I would, but Leliana is here, actually. Filling me in on what I missed on Sunday. 

Olivia’s turns off her screen and tosses the phone across her bed. What, did a new Apostle get named? Apostle Jerry, or something? Fuck Apostle Jerry. She doesn’t respond; instead she’s disturbed by how much she cares, and how protective she’s being. Leliana is not her favorite person in the world, but she’s no villain. What the hell is going on with emotions this week?

Another half hour goes by of her trying to reign herself in. Her mind says “calm the fuck down, it’s nothing, it’s been a couple of days,” and her heart says, well, a number of inappropriate expletives. 

“Knock, knock,” says an infamous voice from behind the door. 

Olivia groans. 

“Good, you’re here,” Ellinor chuckles as she lets herself in. Dressed in jeans and no shirt, but a nice flannel that compliments her sports bra. She, too, must be trying to unwind from the day.

“Yep, here,” Olivia gripes, falling onto her back on the comforter. “Always here, just at the ready, willing to report for duty!”

By the sounds of it, Ellinor is chomping on something. Maybe a granola bar, or a handful of men’s hopes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing. Just...just a long day.”

“I totally believe that. Anyway,” Ellinor takes another bite of whatever it is, and remains standing in the center of the room. “You want to go get something to eat? I’m out of ramen an--”

“Yes. Yes, 100% yes,” Olivia jumps up and heads for her closet, zooming past without so much as a hey, hi, hello. “Let’s go. Sushi? Sushi.”

“Hey, woah, there, woman,”

Olivia’s sliding on a pullover sweater, shimmying her cares away, before she hears Ellinor protest again: “Liv! Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yeah! Fuck yeah,” Olivia laughs nervously, pulling her hair up into a bun using a hairtye on her wrist. “I’m so good. You set to go?”

They stare at each other, Olivia’s semi-heavy breathing the only noise. Ellinor, is holding a granola bar wrapper in one hand, the last piece of it in the other.

“Uh, well, seeing as how I don’t have a shirt on,” she says warily, “I would have to have a minute to prepare…”

Olivia, bounding up onto her toes, is not one to criticize. “Sure! Yeah, no, take your time. I mean, it’s just a shirt, it shouldn’t take too long, right?”

“....No….” Ellinor’s side-eyeing intensifies. “Luckily, I just...did laundry…”

“Cool! That’s awesome, congratu--”

“Okay Olivia, what the hell? Did you shotgun three red bulls in a row, or are you hiding something?”

“I...I did not shoot a...yuck!” She groans in displeasure. “No, I’m just...just ready to get off campus. Midterms have been a nightmare.”

“Yeah, for you? Sure.” Ellinor rolls her eyes, dragging her feet as she makes for the door. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll hear about it in between the first and second roll…”

“...Wait, roll…?”

“Of sushi!” Ellinor says from the hall, a bit outraged. “How would I ever mean anything else besides sushi?!”

Relieved to no longer have her best and dearest friend who has x-ray vision into her mania, Olivia takes a deep exhale to herself and begins assembling her items: wallet, keys, and so on. Her phone is the last one she looks for, and indeed the last one she wants to have contact with now. When she grabs it, she checks the screen: no new messages from either of her problematic women. At this point, she’s almost glad. 

She pulls up Cassandra’s thread and begins typing:

Oh, that’s nice of her! On second thought, I forgot I had dinner plans tonight, so nevermind. 

Just as she is about to hit send, she bites her lip and stalls. Yesterday she got on herself for being too impatient with Cassandra and her wants and needs. Or, lack thereof. Maybe it’s fine to just leave well enough alone, since she obviously isn’t caring too much about what Olivia has to say. 

“Hey, ready?” she hears Ellinor from the hall, making the whole deliberation on a time crunch. 

Olivia erases the message, choosing silence as the best reply. If Cassandra has a problem with that, she can very-well rectify it. She slides the phone into her back pocket and leaves her dorm for the night. 

“Where do you want to go?” she asks Ellinor as they get outside, starting for the parking lot.

“Let’s go to that place on the corner by Parsons’ street,” Ellinor says whilst typing on her own phone. “The one with the big boat thing in the front lobby?”

“We never go there,” Olivia says curiously, “why start now?”

“Because Cullen and I have ordered too much from our usual spot and now the guy on the phone knows I’ve taken a lover because of how different my order is now.”

“Got it. Too bad Cullen doesn’t like my kind of sushi,” Olivia bemoans in a teasing way. She sees her beloved mini down the aisle of cars and hits the unlock button. 

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to say it’s you when I have to explicitly ask how spicy the spicy tuna is and if they can put all the wasabi in my box, just in case,” Ellinor says it with a giggle, but it’s a damning detail about Cullen’s beloved taste buds.

“He makes you ask?” Olivia laughs.

“No, I just do it anyway. I think he’s trying to prove to me he can handle spicy foods, he’s been asking to taste my plate. Then he starts sweating and turning red, and I ask if he wants anything to drink, and he tries to laugh it off.” They both get into the car, and Ellinor reaches for her seat belt. “It’s...tragically cute.”

“Yeah, sounds like it,” Olivia grins and shuts her door. After her own seat belt is secure she turns on the car and lets it warm up. Her phone gets tossed into the center console without so much as a second thought or concern. This attracts Ellinor’s attention rather fast. 

“How’s Cass the Boot--”

“Ellinor,” Olivia glances.

“Okay, okay, fine. How is she, though?”

“She’s fine.”

Olivia once again is putting her car into gear for the second time in 24 hours all the while pretending she isn’t bothered by something definitely bothersome. While she reverses, Ellinor proves that bluetooth communication is the better method for saving face, and continues her questioning. 

“Fine? That’s all? I thought…”

“She’s resting up at home. Not much to say, it’s only been a few days since the game.”

After a delay, Ellinor settles back into her seat. “Okay. I see.”

Once they’re on the road, and music gets put on, it’s far less difficult to breathe. If Olivia can just get over it and not treat every day like a make-it-or-break-it moment, she will be fine. Cassandra is just frustrated with herself and tired. She’ll be okay. It’s not the end of the world. It’s not her job. 

Just as they’re hitting downtown, Ellinor tries again to strike up conversation: “Cullen’s excited about the fall festival, apparently he and the guys get super competitive about the games.”

“Really? That’s unsurprising,” Olivia smirks. 

“Yeah, something tells me I’m going to hit the jackpot with stuffed animals won in my honor. Are you excited?”

“M-me? Yeah. Totally. I’ve been looking forward to it for the last couple weeks.”

“Me, too.”

Another few minutes of no talking. The conversation was dead on arrival. Olivia can’t help but think about going, or not going, or going and being alone. What would be worse, going somewhere with Cassandra being grumpy, or going alone and watching all the couples have fun? It felt rather anticlimactic. She wanted to share it with the woman she’s got it bad for. 

“It’s up a few more blocks, right?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Ellinor checks the directions on her phone briefly. 

“Cool.”

“You sure everything’s okay?”

Olivia grips the wheel harder, and fortunately the light in front of her finally turns green. “Yes, just on edge with midterms.”

“...that is the thing, though, exams never phase you.”

“Yeah, well.”

Ellinor gives a “mhm” sound and goes back to scrolling through her phone. Olivia knows better than to think her ignorant. But what else can she do when she herself doesn’t understand why she’s so nervous and upset? Why, if Cassandra texted her in this moment asking for her help and presence, she’d flip a U-turn and tell sushi to go fuck itself? Relationships have steps. There are steps for a reason. 

This isn’t Cassandra’s fault, Olivia tells herself. Over and over, but she barely believes it. This is a me thing. It has to be. 

As she gets out of the car in the parking lot outside the restaurant, Olivia finds herself holding tight to her bundle of keys. Tight onto something in particular: a keychain, one of only two on the ring. As they approach she takes a look at it in her hand: an old baseball keychain, so old the white on the ball has worn off. What’s more worn down are the letters that read “World’s No. 1 Daughter” on the back. 

“Hey, ready?” Ellinor asks, holding onto the door but not opening it yet. She sounds sweeter, now, like she noticed and understands. Ellinor always understands. 

Olivia shakes her head, smiling as she puts her keys in her sweater pocket. “Yeah! I’m starving, holy shit.”

Nothing pairs with sushi quite like anxiety.

#college au #fic update #ellinor trevelyan #olivia sinclair #college!olivia #college!ellinor #friendship fic #modern thedas au #modern au

[blissedoutphil]

Dan the Personal Assistant Part 6

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

3464 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan

almost exactly 3 months since the last update, good job me :| sorry to have kept yall waiting but I was writing this halfway when irl d&p came out, which was so surreal and overwhelming that I took a lil break from writing phanfic, I hope you guys understand <3

also can yall imagine my surprise and outrage when I found out tumblr removed line breaks while I was on hiatus?!

~Part 5~

~Part 7~

or read on ao3!

After Dan left, Phil couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation they had. He should’ve known it was a bad idea to let the boy into his home, but he couldn’t help it. He can’t believe history was almost repeating itself. All he had to do was maintain his distance, keep the boy aware of the line between them. Boss and assistant, nothing more. Don’t cross the line, and everything will be fine. And yet here he was.

Phil cursed himself as he slumped back onto the couch. He could tell that Dan liked him. Why else would anyone even want to spend their precious weekend with their boss the entire day? But he wouldn’t blame the boy. And to make matters worse, Phil was starting to grow very fond of Dan too. It wasn’t easy avoiding his pretty lips earlier. He wanted nothing more than to kiss Dan, to taste him, to learn the way his lips felt against his own.

But that was exactly what started the downfall of his relationship with his previous assistant, and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. He absolutely did not want to lose Dan the same way.

Perhaps Frank was right, Phil thought. His colleague was just looking out for him, not wanting him to be silly and fall for an assistant again, but Phil clearly hadn’t listened. Frank had all the right to be upset at him on Friday. But part of Phil had wanted to prove to his colleagues that he knew not to repeat mistakes, and he thought that having Dan would be a good idea to show them. God, Frank would be pissed if he ever found out that Phil had spent almost his entire Sunday with Dan. 

But Phil had enjoyed Dan’s company very much, even more so than when he sits naked all pretty in his office. He never had someone so willing to just accompany him even though he was busy doing work. He never had someone to watch his favourite show while eating his favourite takeaway food with before. Not even when he was in love with his previous assistant.

Phil thought about how well he and Dan actually clicked. He wondered if in another universe, they’d meet in a different way and be boyfriends. He entertained the thought only for a minute though, he couldn’t afford to lose an assistant again.

Phil sighed. Maybe he should just let Dan know about the past, maybe Dan would be better than him at staying within boundaries. He didn’t want to lead him on if they continue this way. But he was afraid that Dan might leave entirely if he were to tell him. 

As he started clearing away the takeaway boxes, he decided that instead of talking about the past, he’d just have to show Dan the boundaries even clearer.

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The next day, Phil stepped into the office to be greeted with the usual sight of Dan sat on the rug and the usual scent of coffee already made for him. Phil had somewhat expected Dan not to turn up after yesterday’s events, so he was actually pleasantly surprised. He didn’t show it, though.

“Good morning, Sir,” Dan spoke up, actually feeling good that he could finally call Phil Sir again after not being able to yesterday.

“Good morning, Daniel,” Phil answered, making a point not to look Dan’s way as he settled down in his seat.

Dan gulped, not sure if Phil was still upset at him for their conversation the previous night. Phil was usually warm and cheerful in the mornings, except that one time he was late. But now he seemed guarded, like last night.

Phil seemed intent on not even speaking to him. Which was strange because Phil always had some instructions for him before he started his work proper. So, Dan decided to go through with his plan from yesterday which was to give Phil a deserving blowjob before he started the day.

He crawled over and knelt by the side of Phil’s chair, doe eyes looking up at Phil before asking if he could blow him. To his surprise, Phil merely dismissed him.

“From now on, I want you to kneel and be still by that corner when you’re not needed. Only come to me when I ask you to, got it?” Phil asked, pointing to the far end of the room.

Dan was confused, because Phil had always allowed him to just be comfortable and do whatever he wants if he wasn’t needed. But it wasn’t his place to object to instructions.

“Is this punishment for pushing things yesterday, Sir?” he asked, albeit meekly.

“No,” Phil answered a bit more defensive than he’d intended, “I thought we agreed to forget that. I’m just setting some new rules for you,” Phil gave Dan a quick glance before turning his attention to the files on his desk.

As Dan crawled dejectedly to his newly designated corner, he concluded that this was definitely because of yesterday. Just as he got into position, Phil spoke up.

“Oh before that, go get the black buttplug and use it.”

Dan went to the drawer of toys, knowing exactly which one Phil was referring to. He started moving towards Phil but Phil stopped him and told him to get it in himself.

Dan was used to Phil preparing him and using the toys on him instead of doing it himself, but he just had to adhere to whatever Phil was saying right now. So, he decided to make the most of it and put on a good show for Phil. He prostrated on the rug, head down and ass in the air towards Phil. He slowly fingered himself, complete with moans and whimpers that he knew Phil liked.

After he finally inserted the plug and sat back up and turned to Phil, to his dismay, Phil wasn’t even looking at him.

Dan huffed as he crawled to his corner. What was the point of him being there if Phil didn’t even want to pay attention? He knelt up and faced the wall, wondering how long he’d have to stay like that. He couldn’t even see the time like this, and he knew he’d be bored to death before even an hour passes.

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Dan wasn’t sure how much time passed but his knees were starting to ache. He wanted to turn around and look at Phil, but he didn’t want to disobey orders. He wanted to be as good as possible and not make any mistakes. Perhaps the previous assistant eventually got bored and even the money can’t cure boredom. Or perhaps he got so bored that he started disobeying orders a lot on purpose so Phil fired him. No, Dan can’t be like the previous assistant. So he continued kneeling like a good boy despite his knees aching.

Phil actually couldn’t stop staring at Dan’s ass while he tried to do work. The plug was a perfect touch. And Dan was being so good as well, he was barely fidgeting. Phil almost felt bad that he had to do this, but it was the only way he could think of how to keep the boundaries in check. 

Just then, there was a knock on Phil’s door. He instinctively looked at Dan, who was already looking back at him.

“Go,” Phil mouthed and pointed to the bathroom door.

“I’m good,” Dan responded in a moment of defiance. He remembered that Phil hadn’t minded if he wanted to stay when people came in. And he didn’t want to miss out on any conversation that could potentially involve him anymore.

“It’s an order,” Phil said firmly, face stern.

Dan faltered a bit. He contemplated disobeying Phil, but he really didn’t have it in him to be a naughty boy. He didn’t have much time either; the knocks on the door were getting louder and Phil was looking angrier by the second.

Eventually, he got up and ran into the bathroom, closing the door just in time for Phil’s colleague to barge in.

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“You’re hiding him in there, aren’t you?” Frank asked, clearly unamused as he sat down in front of Phil’s desk.

Phil sighed. At least Frank wasn’t raising his voice like last time, so hopefully Dan couldn’t hear anything.

“Yeah okay I guess there’s no point lying to you anyway,” Phil mumbled.

“You know I’m just looking out for you, right?” Frank leaned forward in his seat, volume as low as Phil’s.

“Where is the old Frank who just wanted a piece of my assistant now?” Phil tried to joke even though he knew it won’t go over well.

“I don’t want you getting all hurt again, and I don’t want you hurting some kid’s feelings again.”

Frank was older than Phil, and although he knew that Frank was right most of the time, he didn’t like how sometimes it just felt like he was being scolded by his dad or something.

“I get it, Frank, but trust me I know what I’m doing this time,” Phil said.

“You sure you’re not falling for this kid now?”

“I’m not!” Phil whisper-shouted.

Frank didn’t look convinced, “Uhuh yeah, sure you aren’t. I would’ve received the complete financial plan from you if you weren’t distracted. I’ve known you too long to be fooled by you, Lester.”

“I’ll get it done by lunch, alright?!”

“Why can’t you just get a boyfriend the normal way,” Frank shook his head, “go on grindr if need be.”

“I’m not searching for a boyfriend. I just-”

“Then make sure he isn’t being led on. Or do I need to get in there and talk to him myself?”

“I am making sure of that. We have a contract and he’s being paid so. I’m not just using him and he knows what he’s gotten into,” Phil still tried defending himself.

Frank sighed as he got up.

“Well, if you need help you know I’m here for you. Just, don’t be stupid again.”

Frank immediately left the room, not giving Phil time to argue further. Phil knew that Frank was trying to be a good friend looking out for him, but he couldn’t help being more grumpy from that conversation.

Dan must’ve heard the door slam shut as he slowly came back out of the bathroom. Phil hoped that he hadn’t heard anything at all.

Dan could tell that Phil was frustrated, it seemed like his mood went from bad to worse. Just like on Friday, he felt like he should help his boss relax. It was his job here anyway. But he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea now after Phil set those new rules.

He couldn’t make out any words from the conversation today, which frustrated him a little, but the voice he heard sounded like the one from Friday. He wondered what it was about the guy that always put Phil in a weird mood.

Phil felt Dan’s eyes on him, so he pretended to be busy until Dan gave up and moved to his corner. When Dan’s back was facing him again, he relaxed and sighed.

He had no idea what to do after the conversation with Frank. Dan was such a good sub, perhaps too good for him. He didn’t even try to object to the sudden change in rules. Now Phil wasn’t sure if the rules would even help at all. Part of him wanted Dan to just lash out on him, like his old assistant used to.

His old sub would’ve totally disagreed with the idea of having corner time, would’ve done the opposite of what Dan was doing and instead would do anything to push Phil’s buttons, even after Phil punished him. Phil shook his head slightly at the memory, wondering why he had even put up with that. He did love a bratty sub at the time, but Dan made him realise how beautiful it was to have a wholly willing sub too.

It was about an hour to lunch, so Phil decided to ignore his situation with Dan for now to finish up the work he owed Frank so that Frank wouldn’t come for him in the afternoon. He could try to talk to Dan during lunch.

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“Dan.”

Dan was startled out of his daydream. He looked over his shoulder, uncertain if he was allowed to move out of his spot. He quickly stood up when Phil beckoned him over to the couches, his knees almost buckling.

Phil had ordered in for their lunch today. Dan cautiously sat at the opposite end of the couch. He still felt wary around this bad mood Phil.

Phil started eating, so Dan followed suit, but found it hard when the silence between them felt so tense. But he had no idea what to even say that could ease the tension, so he just tried to quickly finish his food.

Phil sighed suddenly, placing his bowl onto the table haphazardly.

“Dan,” Phil began, in a voice so solemn that it made Dan worry if he was in trouble or something.

Phil had no idea how to start the conversation, and Dan already looked like he’s terrified that he’d done something wrong. Why did he even pull this poor boy into this situation? It all suddenly seemed extremely silly to have a personal slut readily available for him at all times in his office.

“Could you put on your clothes?” Phil decided to say. Even though he loved seeing his boy nude, it just didn’t feel right for this conversation he was about to have.

“A-am I being fired?” Dan asked brokenly, and Phil can’t believe that tears were actually forming in Dan’s eyes.

“No,” Phil reassured quickly, “I just. Are you 100% sure you’re comfortable with all this?”

You’re like over a month late in asking this, Dan thought as his brows creased in confusion.

“Yeah, I mean I wouldn’t have signed the contract if I wasn’t,” Dan answered firmly, wondering why Phil was suddenly having doubts of his trust.

Something was clearly bothering Phil, but after what happened at his house, Dan didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by asking too much again. He was so curious but he hoped that Phil would trust him enough to open up to him without being prompted.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” Phil sighed, shaking his head, “I-I just. Wanna ask you something. Can you be completely honest with me?”

Dan was still confused as to why Phil didn’t seem to trust him suddenly. “Of course. You know that I’ve never been dishonest with you, right Sir?”

Phil didn’t answer Dan. He stalled for a bit, trying to phrase his question in his mind.

“There’s nothing more going on here, right?” Phil asked vaguely, gesturing between them.

“W-what do you mean?” Dan asked nervously, having a strong suspicion of exactly what Phil meant.

“You know that as a boss and employee we must maintain a professional relationship, so I just wanna make sure-”

“Oh yeah, I know that,” Dan quickly uttered, “yeah totally. And yeah nope, nothing more here. Totally professional only.”

“Okay good,” Phil leaned back into his seat a little.

Dan felt bad seeing how Phil relaxed. Now he can’t say that he’s never been dishonest with Phil anymore.

“...Why’d you ask? Are you feeling like there is?” Dan asked to distract from his moment of faltering.

“N-no! I just. Want to confirm, is all,” it was Phil’s turn to falter.

So much for asking for complete honesty when you can’t give him that yourself, Phil thought.

Phil cleared his throat. “Yeah, which is why I set those new rules today. To have clearer boundaries between us. Just to be sure so nothing more could come up, which we obviously can’t tolerate. Yeah. Just wanted to explain to you why we’re gonna have these new rules.”

“Okay,” Dan said passively.

“Good,” Phil replied anyway even though he was exasperated by Dan’s blank expression. He picked his bowl back up and the conversation ended there.

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Dan spent the rest of the day in his corner. It was the first day since he started working there that Phil didn’t even play with him once. He had a lot of time to mull over the conversation they had at lunch, and he honestly felt like he was in deep shit.

Perhaps he was more transparent than he thought, and he felt embarrassed thinking of how Phil most probably knew that he was falling for him. It was a good call on Phil’s part then, to set new boundaries. Dan thought he could’ve silently dealt with the crush, but of course he didn’t want want to make Phil uncomfortable and ruin their workplace relationship. He was glad that Phil didn’t just fire him, even if he could tell that Dan was lying to him earlier.

He tried not to read too much into how Phil answered him the exact way he answered Phil. Was Phil really being honest or did he also lie just like Dan did? What if Phil was also starting to fall for Dan and so he quickly set new rules to make sure he wouldn’t? Dan felt his heart swell thinking about Phil actually liking him back, but he didn’t want to entertain those thoughts for long. They wouldn’t make things any better.

The more he thought about their conversation during lunch, the more questions he had. But he was sure that part of why Phil was doing this was because he’d been too nosy the day before, and he didn’t want to overstep by asking too much again. He so badly wanted to tell Phil that he won’t cross the line anymore, that he can be good and maintain a totally professional relationship - whatever that meant for a personal slut - without having these new rules that he honestly didn’t like at all.

The problem was. Although Dan absolutely did not want to get fired over being unable to control his feelings, he was fairly certain that even this change can’t stop him from falling for his boss. He was definitely in deep shit.

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Phil could concentrate on work even less now than when he often played with Dan. The new rules weren’t helping him at all. He kept looking at Dan, who amazingly stayed still almost throughout the entire day. His eyes scanned the boy’s taut shoulders, the little freckles speckling his shoulder blades, the dimples above his bum. They way he’s gripping his arms behind his back even though Phil hadn’t made him do that. Such a good boy. He wanted to pull the plug out and fuck him hard against the wall.

But he also kept thinking about the conversation they had over lunch, and how he wasn’t sure if this could help Dan not to be led on.

Not that Dan was being led on since his feelings were reciprocated, even if he didn’t know. Which was a whole other matter that Phil wasn’t prepared to think about.

But he’d already tried to make clear that he wanted to have only a professional relationship between them, and he shouldn’t take back his words. He wondered how Dan was taking this all so well. He literally agreed to have these rules without even questioning Phil the slightest, which honestly took Phil by surprise.

Maybe Phil was just overthinking and all this was unnecessary. Or maybe Dan felt that this change was helpful, and things could work out with no feelings attached in the end.

Phil sighed as he continued staring at his boy’s ass across the room. He thought about how adamant Dan was that there was nothing more going on. He didn’t know whether to believe the boy, because his actions sure showed otherwise. Not that he had a right to get mad, since he also lied to Dan about his own feelings. Although he really hoped that Dan didn’t pick up that he’d lied.

The image of Dan looking distressed thinking that he was being fired also stuck in Phil’s mind. At least one thing’s for sure - Phil need not worry about his assistant wanting to leave him like last time. As long as he doesn’t mess things up now.

Phil quickly shook himself out of his daydream of being with Dan and focused on his work for the rest of the day. If he wanted Dan to lose the feelings, he had to as well. So maybe trying to show the boundaries clearer this way would work out after all.

At the end of the day, Dan was instructed to remove the buttplug without being played with even a little. After over a month, this was his first day there that he hadn’t enjoyed at all.

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~Part 5~

~Part 7~

I hope expectations aren’t too high for this fic (tbh idk how this became one of the favourites). Part of why I took a while to come back even after the feeling of omgwtfhshshskjs towards d&p’s coming out died down was because I literally have no clear plan for where this fic is going, which is a huge flaw of mine as a writer who just can’t seem to plan the entire story first instead of taking things one chapter at a time oops :x

butttt I hope this update was okay and thank you for still reading and being patient even as I tend to disappear for months at a time <3

#dan the personal assistant #Phanfic #My fic #phan fic

[arkus-rhapsode]

My Hero Academia Chapter 217 Review

So, it’s been a while since I did a review of this, eh? Yah, sorry. And next week is a hiatus so, lets dive in

We open up on Bakugou and Deku fighting, well more training. As Bakugou is trying to force the Black Whip to activate. All Might has to tell Bakugou that this is about testing Deku and making sure he doesn’t release the Black Whip unintentionally.

We get a flashback revealing that now that Bakugou is in on the One for All secret, he now gets to be meeting with Deku and All Might. I can’t help but imagine Bakugou being at least a little giddy on the inside considering he now gets to hang out with his favorite hero. Though he’s spending it with Deku so maybe it balances out.

Anyway, we get confirmation here that All Might did not know of these multiple quirks and likely Nana didn’t either. So this makes Deku the first of all the users to complete one for all.

Also, we see Bakugou’s addition this duo’s dynamic, he is master of cutting straight to the point. Already, asking questions to move the conversation forward. And when Deku suggests that this was possibly was caused through external means, Bakugou is the one who suggests that this was thanks to All for One.

Bakugou compares the quirks of All for One and One for All, as well as being the one who puts forward the fact that the quirk of One for All originated from All for One.

We cut back to the present where Bakugou’s trying to force out the black whip, but All Might needs to reel him back a little. Deku says that the quirk will only activate when with his feelings. My guess is from what the Hell Boy looking guy said, the feeling Deku needs to have to awaken Black Whip isn’t danger, but rather, feeling of grabbing or catching something or something. So maybe we should get Iida and start a chase or something?

Okay, make up your mind already Hori! Look I appreciate that Horikoshi had seemed to make it out as Deku needed to master the percentage portion of All for One to withstand the physical taxation of quirks like Black Whip. But now it seems like its implying that Deku should start figuring out how to unlock it instead of waiting till the fiiture like he had said 2 weeks ago.

I guess what this could be implying is that Deku should learn what “feeling” activates his other quirk, but he shouldn’t use it until he’s mastered the strength portion of the quirk. Now that would be fine if that were the case. Its also a possibility that this is a transnational issue and I might just be misinterpreting it.

Also, Deku is a little hung up on the comparison to All for One. And likely the fact if this was caused by him, its very likely All for One might be able to do other things to his body.

We cut away to the best part of the chapter.

All of class 1-a and class 1-b hanging out and enjoying dinner together.

We see Kirishima and Tetsutetsu discussing quirks, and it highlights what I said about them during the team Todoroki vs team Honenuki fight. That Tetsutetsu and Kirishima, while almost a joke on how similar they are, are fundamentally different people. As Kirishima suffers from a lack of confidence while Tetsutetsu suffers from overconfidence. I know its pretty much a foot note in the grand scheme of things, but I do appreciate that Hori does go the extra mile with these characters when he could’ve just made it the simple joke of, “their the same person basically.”

Also, Tetsutetsu brings up that while he can become iron, its only so hard. But Kirishima, he can keep hardening. I bet in his unbreakable mode, Kirishima is so much harder than Tetsutetsu that he could potentially crack his iron. But as iron, Tetsutetsu doesn’t have to worry about fire or other extreme weather cause his skin is metal. Kirishima will have to worry though, as while he is hard, he’s still made of flesh which can burn or freeze.

Also we have Momo and Kendou catching up with eachother. Then, my personal favorite, Tokoyami getting asked by Komori if he has photos of Hawks from off duty.

And yes, Mineta is locked in a clockwork orange chair. Actually that’s kinda brilliant.

I wish we could do more, but we gotta get to plot.

Wow... Now that Todoroki mentions how when they fought during the sports fest, Deku told him to come at him with everything he had and yet Deku wasn’t truly giving everything he had. Now to be fair, as Deku tries to say, this power just started to manifest, so its not like that was intentional. But you get what I mean here, that really awesome moment has been a bit cheapened in hindsight.

Well, I’m still glad someone is trying to press Deku about the two quirk thing cause last week everyon kinda dropped it. Though Todoroki now is dropping it so...

Well that all aside, Todoroki has actually texted back endeavor. Though its mainly to learn about the flashfire, but hey, baby steps.

Oh you just know Endeavor has been checking his phone every other goddamn minute.

We cut to the UA teachers meeting and they pretty much are done discussing where Shindou will be going.

We see Mic finally say what the fandom has kinda been saying for a while now, Aizawa sees some of himself in Shinsou. Which... Yeah, a super powerful quirk that could be totally used for evil, but you still have something on the inside that makes want to do good. Also, you’re really both pretty surly.

But Mic also asks if SHinsou reminds him of Shirakumo, likely the flame haired guy in Aizawa’s flashback last chapter. And can I take a minute to say I love how Hori likes to foreshadow new character? Because he often doesn’t just drop them in as an individual, but he tends to show them with characters that have already established. Like when Gentle was going through famous villains he mention All for One and Stain, but then mentioned two other guys who will potentially be related to other obstacles. Or like with Overhaul’s gang who first appear during a Twice focused chapter.

Anyway, we cut to Eri who is naturally a little scared of Monoma.

So Monoma was brought here to copy Eri’s quirk, but considering his... everything (I love that line) It might be best that Mirio and Deku be here to.

Monoma explains that he can’t use quirks that accumulates power through converting it, then its basically a dud. Same with Eri here.

Mirio asks why then was Monoma even brought here.

Aizawa says that having Monoma copy it would’ve helped Eri with control and here we go again. Adorable Eri moments.

I wanna take this moment to say Eri’s however, don’t feel like a cheap gimmick to pull at the audience’s heartstrings like other daughteru characters. She actually lived a life of physical and psychological torment and is still haunted it by it. Its not like we have one arc, boom, your cured from depression and can now exist just to do cute shit. So while Eri let go of Overhaul’s psychological grasps, she is still likely holding a lot of self loathing for her powers and what its done to people. So I wanna say that Eri is a great example of the cute young child character with a tragic backstory to make the audience care about protecting her, because she actually really needs it.

I know, kinda a wierd tangent, but with some recent shit in other series, some child characters just seem to exist to be cute after their “tragic” backstory and it bugs me.

And our chapter ends, with Deku giving a vote of confidence that she will one day control her powers and he to vows he’ll do the same.

Post Chapter Follow Up: This chapter was great. Last week I had some issues, mainly because this recent arc kinda has the same problem as the Overhaul arc. Namely, it starts off really strong, has a contender for one of the greatest moments in the series, then a twist out of left field happens and the entire few chapters become a total cluster fuck. Which while last week, we were all happy for Shinsou and Uraraka, but how that arc concluded was still a bit of a disappointment when you saw how it was going before.

This chapter however, was a perfect little epilogue.

Positives are all of the character work from Todoroki and Endeavor, to Deku and All Might’s dynamic shift with the introduction of Bakugou, to Eri and Deku etc. I also wanna say this chapter is full of content, yet it is paced wonderfully.

Nothing feels too long, nothing feels too short. It also manages to start setting some stuff for the future. But nothing so obvious that its like, “This is what the next arc will be about!” no this was a self contained little chapter and I really enjoyed that.

I have no negatives for this chapter. Any that I could think of, I might blame that on more just what came before this chapter, but its nothing that it could fix or change right now.

Final Verdict: 10/10

While I have issues with the last third of the joint exercise arc, this chapter on its own is still a great epilogue to it

Great bits of character

Great bits of development

Hints of foreshadowing

Just all around good

#my hero academia 217 #my hero academia chapter 217 #mha 27 #bnha 217 #boku no hero academia 217 #deku midoriya #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #all might #toshinori yagi #kirishima eijirou #aizawa shouta #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #tenya iida #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #class 1-b #monoma neito #kendou itsuka #eri #mirio togata #chisaki kai #kinoko komori #tokoyami fumikage #momo yaoyorozu #mina ashido

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. IX)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Are you flirting with me?

(5x02//5x03//5x10)

Hi my friends!!; How are you? Enjoying the hiatus???

I'm here with another volume of these Destiel Chronicles.

This one is about how flirty was Dean in this season.... I woul say if CAS would managed the pop culture knowledge back then.... Things maybe would be different... A shipper can dream 🤣🤣

Ok... Let's start. I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder for the gifs she made for this meta. You are amazing girl!!

"I feel naked"

When Castiel met Dean and Sam at the hospital in 5x02 he had a plan, he wanted to find God.

Bobby was there, and asked him to heal him, but Cas revealed something very hard for him...

CASTIEL: I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't.

This is very important, because is one of the consequences of becoming a rebel angel, and after this, there was a conversation between Dean and Castiel about God, but I will talk about it in another volume.

What I will take from that scene... Will be the intense gaze Castiel gave to Dean when he borrowed from him the necklace.

BOBBY: You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?

CASTIEL: I did come for something. An amulet.

BOBBY: An amulet? What kind?

CASTIEL: Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him.

(...)

BOBBY: Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that.

CASTIEL: I know. You don't.

This gaze Castiel gives Dean is full of dominance and sexual tension. His eyes fixed on the hunter and then the necklace, and then again on the hunter. Should make Dean feel very uncomfortable... Even so... He should feel too a little confused, Castiel uses to look at him with that intensity, but this time, was almost scandalous... So that could be taken as a flirtation? Dean couldn't tell... Just because CAS was an angel...

Yes. Too close. Dean feels a little awkward, that could be seen as a sexual scene... And the way Cas keeps looking at him...

Castiel wants the amulet... He really wants it. And that's kind of a treasure to Dean. He finally decided to lend it to the angel. He trusts Castiel.

CAS: Dean, give it to me.

And after that, Dean said this...

This could be taken as two things...

1) he always wears the amulet, so not having it now made him feel "naked" but also...

2) the intense way Castiel was staring at him, maybe made him feel that way, if you know what I mean... 😏

Walking on the edge

So, immediately after this episode, we had "Free to be you and me", in which Cas went to ask Dean for help. We had the classic personal space..

Because Castiel always was standing too close to Dean, even if Dean didn't move, that was something put Dean on the edge. A very attractive and dominant angel standing so close... Was like awkward to him, but maybe not less exciting.

DEAN: You find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?

CASTIEL: No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help.

DEAN: With what? God hunt? Not interested.

CASTIEL: It's not God. It's someone else.

DEAN: Who?

CASTIEL: Archangel. The one who killed me.

DEAN: 'Scuse me?

CASTIEL: His name is Raphael.

DEAN: You were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?

CASTIEL: I've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity.

DEAN: For what? Revenge?

CASTIEL: Information.

Here is Castiel trying to convince Dean to help him, and Dean maybe thinking "is not going to be that easy" after the "keep your opinions to yourself" God discussion they had the previous episode on the hospital (topic I will talk in another volume) the thing is, we can observe in Dean's facial expressions and the way he was talking to CAS, he should suffer just a little and he will enjoy see how the angel asks for his help.

DEAN: So, what, you think you can find this dude and he's just gonna spill God's address?

CASTIEL: Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him.

Dean is giving Cas more of the same, but he was really enjoying it, just as a prologue for the flirtation. Cas looked at him so intensely that sometimes he couldn't figure out that was the angel flirting with him or not.... now they were alone, why not just try something? and suddenly...

This classic quote with that classic Destiel scene I'm which Dean was SO BLANTANT IN TRYING TO SEDUCE/FLIRT WITH THE ANGEL, playing with the edge. Why not? He was always standing so close to him, looking at him so intensely... Was Castiel trying to seduce him? Well... If that was so... He will try this shot... But this shot is like trying to flirt in Spanish with a Japanese. Ofc Castiel wouldn't understand that reference. He was an angel without knowledge about pop culture, as Dean could noticed. But he went and tried anyway. And immediately after that, the frowned expression on the angel's face, and Dean realizing what he was trying to do.... "What am I doing?" That's the expression he showed there. "I'm flirting with CAS and he didn't even noticed... I'm so stupid, better stop here."

DEAN: Give me one good reason why I should do this.

CASTIEL: Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you.

DEAN: Oh, so I'm your bullet shield.

And then... Castiel begged Dean... Beacuse he had been cut off from heaven, he hadn't friends or angels to help him, he just had Dean. Because when he decided to follow Dean, to fell for him, he lost his privileges... He lost everything, as he'd told him in the hospital. He only had Dean... Now was his time asking him for help... As that time in the green room... It was time for Dean to help Castiel... And he begged him, ashamed...

How could Dean said no? Ofc he was about to say yes from the beginning... He was just enjoying the moment. You can tell for his face when he accepted to help. He checks Cas and lick his lips. Yeah... The sexual tension, the attraction Dean feels for CAS is so evident in Dean's facial expressions...

"Last night on Earth"

This is Dean line to get laid, is obvious it worked that night with Anna... But why he had to tell this again in this episode.... And to CAS???

If this scene wasn't followed by these lines....

I wouldn't think what Dean was trying to do here... He was trying to guess if CAS was on it or not... But this time was more directly that with the Thelma and Louise reference, this time he explained, openly, that two characters were gays and more than friends... He gave him a guide to understand he was trying to figure out what was going on there between them. But Cas didn't get that again. So Dean continuing his torture... He was enjoying this whole situation. Make this angel getting nervous. Asking inappropriate questions. Castiel was cute. He was a badass and all of that. But he was cute. He was discovering that. He really was having a great time.

I will talk about what happened later in my other volumes, now I need to make a jump into 5x10... Another... Last night on Earth...

He loves Jo as a sister, but hell if he would have time to get laid with her... He will certainly do that. And this was an excellent opportunity. He will use his line again... But he was rejected because Jo was too smart for that.

And certainly... This cycle about this line to pick up people and get laid will have to stop ...

He used it with Anna, successfully, with CAS... Just making some research on him... And now on Jo. Well, who ended it? It was CAS again... Castiel using Dean's quote to pick up ladies... Ended with CAS. Cas will become his one and only.

To conclude

Dean felt confused by the way Castiel stays so close to him or just looked at him so intensely, so he tried to test the angel by flirting with him.

And beacuse Can was always so dominant and badass, he really enjoyed making him trying to convince him for helping him.

He really enjoyed this hunt with Castiel, as we will see in the next volumes!

Castiel lack of pop culture knowledge gave Dean the opportunity of walking on the edge between flirtation and friendship. He allowed himself to do that knowing Cas wouldn't pick up those advances from him. He just needed to do it... Because he is Dean Winchester after all... And Cas was that perfect mix between badass, innocent, cute and sassy.

I hope you like this volume! C-u in the next one!

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If you want to check the first volume from season 5 is here.

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