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justawritterwithideas · 1 year

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favorite student | s.r (+18-21)

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summary: after the arrival of a new semester, y/n decides to attend Professor Reid's classes and get to know him better.

warning: smut !?, oral sex (f rec), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, names, age gap, professor reid x student!reader, a lot of things I don't remember but yes, a lot of smut. (AAAAAAA)

spencer reid x female!reader

words: 3659 words.

a/n: hi! this is the first time I write something regarding Spencer, so I hope you like it. it should be noted that english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry in advance. :c

planeo subir este mismo au en español, btw. <3

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There was a big difference between the students and Y/N when finals came around. While they were breaking their backs studying, trying to schedule a time with Professor Reid for consultations or to ask for help studying, Y/N was sitting on Spencer's lap, with her vanilla latte, listening as he asked her test questions so she could answer them correctly.

They weren't sure how that relationship had started, but they loved it, so much so that they had started seeing each other a couple of months after class for intensive sessions between the two of them.

The first time they met, Y/N was taking the course after transferring from one university to another after some problems. She was slowly settling in and was at a bit of a loss. In fact, she wasn't sure if she would be on time for her first class of the semester (and the only one that day). As she entered, the room was crowded, but that was normal for the start of the semester. She took a seat in the middle, seeing that a large portion of the people in attendance were girls of all ages. Y/N pulled out her notebook and listened, writing down the date while paying attention to other people's conversation.

"I heard that Professor Reid is quite strict, several have failed this class." one girl commented, speaking to the group of females around her. "There are some who take it a second time and even a third, but it's all worth it because they say he's very attractive and mysterious."

Y/N smiled in satisfaction, nodded at that fact about the way he worked and his attractiveness, which was a plus. She returned to her bubble of jotting down some information she had heard, especially of the content they would see when her ears sensed a commotion from the crowd. She looked up and, for the first time, saw him. Dressed in a dark suit, she wasn't sure if it was black or dark blue, a shirt of a similar shade and a misplaced tie, as well as wearing his hair slightly tousled and full of wild curls.

She already understood why the reaction and the fuss. But she wasn't for that, she was for studying and getting out early so she could practice in the working world. She shook her head, shaking off the thoughts that were invading her and noticed how he began to speak.

"I am Dr. Spencer Reid and I will be your professor this year, it is a pleasure to be able to teach this class for another year" he introduced that with a rather calm look, noticing each face. There were some familiar faces as well as others he remembered because they looked at him for a couple of seconds longer than usual during his walks in the hallways. "I see quite a few people, as well as familiar faces, so I hope it will be like this during the whole academic semester" his face drew an elongated smile, somewhat uncomfortable to then turn to the blackboard and start writing some things.

He began to speak some facts about himself, simple but vital facts to understand why he was absent from class, or his work schedule.

"Professor Reid?" A girl, looked older than Y/N raised her hand. "Yes?" replied Spencer back. "I wanted to ask you something more personal, I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I'm so curious…" Spencer turned to look at her and gave her the word to continue. "Are you single?"

The question took him by surprise, even more so coming from a student as young as she looked. He stared at her somewhat taken aback by her boldness, before responding with a positive answer for the fan girl the professor had.

"Yes, I'm single, why?" Hesitantly, he finished writing the questions from the first class while answering the students' more personal questions about his life.

Y/N didn't quite understand how it had become an interrogation, more so that they were wasting his time and considering the fact that, that class, was quite important to understand some things and complement the more important courses. After 15 minutes of waiting, Y/N got bored and raised her hand, catching the teacher's attention for being the quietest of the group of rowdy girls.

"Miss, come in." He said giving her the word, noticing her face. "I'm sorry I asked this professor, but are you going to start your class? It's been 15 minutes since they've started bombarding you with questions, and I don't think they'll stop so I preferred to interrupt you" perhaps she'd earned the hatred of her classmates for interrupting them the only way to save themself from that class, but there were several who were in her same situation. "The truth is, I think it's more necessary to know about how to better grasp and develop the area of profiling a criminal than it is to know why Professor Reid is single. No offense." Said the girl to then look at her professor, who was internally grateful that someone had cut that questioning session short.

A hubbub was heard from the girls, giving the young woman a few hateful looks, but in truth Y/N cared little, as she was studying to graduate, not to mess with a professor. Yet sometimes fate is cruel and returns your words in actions.

"Thank you, Miss…" Spencer paused so he could hear the name. "Y/N, Y/N L/N." The young woman gave him a smile without showing her teeth, turning her attention back to the board to write what was posted. "Well, let's get started before we waste any more time. I like punctuality, by the way, whoever is late will not be allowed to enter the class and the infraction will be placed, that's what the regulations say." After this, he began to speak in general by way of introduction, focusing on the material he wanted to get across. A couple of questions to see what level the students were handling before he could continue, but the group of girls only commented on the way their hands were moving.

"Okay, could someone tell me where the term criminology comes from? That's a pretty easy question." Reid listened to the silence, surprised at how no one raised their hand. "Okay… You, answer it." He pointed toward the girl sitting next to Y/N, who had inquired about her bachelorhood. "Hum! Well… It comes from…" the girl's rambling was enough for man to simply grimace. "It derives from the Latin criminis and the Greek logos, meaning the treatise or study of crime and crime-delinquent." Y/N replied aloud, lifting her gaze to look at the professor.

Their gazes connected, creating an electric shock between the two and a sincere smile tugged at Spencer's mouth, nodding at her answer.

"Good, Miss Y/N." He commented before returning to his explanation, managing to make the girl feel her body stir from that little interaction.

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After weeks, Y/N along with a couple of other kids had managed to answer Reid's questions. Not that Y/N was a teacher's pet, but she liked to answer and be corrected to help her learning, she was going to learn and not be afraid to make mistakes. She had also earned the hatred of Reid's crowd of girl fans, due to the preference that was starting to show on his part. Whenever Y/N didn't know the answer to something, he avoided asking her or asked her last choice; when she had questions, he let her consult until closing time if necessary; and even the times when she was late, he let her in and wrote her absence off as null, indicating on attendance that she had been there since the beginning of class. Not only that, but one could also notice a sexual tension growing between them. Every brush of their hands, every bump of their shoulders, every glance they connected, even the slight flirtation they both had when she answered an answer correctly, increased the tension that had begun to exist between the two of them. But that was wrong, it was unprofessional of them both. Even that little and nothing interested Reid.

Spencer saw Y/N as something beyond the word "student," he had begun to create an interest. Little details about her drew his attention away: how her hair fell gracefully in front of her eyes, how she bit the end of her pencil when she thought of what to write, how her bare legs showed off the skirts, how her lips glistened with that gloss and her body gave off that peaches-and-cream scent. Hypothetically, if they both came to have something it wasn't bad, they were both adults and fully aware of what was going on around them, but academically it was the most terrible thing that could happen. But one day, after a long intensive hour of studying prior to their exams, the class began to say goodbye to the young professor. Y/N was the last to gather her things, carrying a sheet with the finished exercises with her to Spencer's desk.

"Here you go, Professor Reid. That was a very interesting class." Shyly, the girl commented on that before she could wave goodbye and walk in the direction of the exit. "Miss L/N, wait." Reid called after her, causing the girl to turn and head in the direction of the man. "Yes, Professor?" Y/N watched the man's face, who looked quite intent on watching her from head to toe, even as he tried to disguise it. "I wanted to discuss some things with you about your essay, if you have a minute, may I?" Spencer waited for the girl's answer, who nodded approaching his desk.

The girl settled her backpack to the side on the floor, noticing how the man searched through his things for a folder and pulled out a document from it, which Y/N recognized as hers. Spencer began to read it, stopping near the end of the essay to look at the young woman.

"That's excellent work, Miss L/N. Compared to your classmates, you were able to develop what was asked of you without any problem" The female smiled, feeling a little warmth in her cheeks. "Thank you very much, Professor Reid." "Call me Spencer" the surprise from both of them filled the atmosphere, usually Spencer didn't have the audacity to make such risky moves and Y/N had never had this closeness with any professor. "I think your essay has the potential to be published in one of the university journals, I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of publishing it." The happiness of receiving that news was so much that even her own body couldn't control, which made her hug the man.

Reid had never been a man of much physical contact, in fact, he could count on the fingers of his hands the people he had hugged throughout his life. Besides being germophobic, this sort of thing was not entirely normal for him, but he didn't think it bothered him what the young student was doing. When Y/N became aware of the closeness, she pulled away in total embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got carried away" the girl bit her lip, feeling her cheeks filling with blood. Spencer thought it looked absolutely adorable. "Don't worry, it's a normal thing that emotion produces, we can't handle what makes us feel that kind of feeling and unconsciously we do actions without thinking." The young woman raised her gaze, managing to make connection with the man's and give him a smile. The closeness of their bodies separated her by a couple of centimeters, but it seemed that neither of them was bothered by it at all. They were comfortable in this closeness, in how their breaths came together and the scent of the older man's expensive cologne wafted into the younger woman's nose. Their hands generated a gentle rubbing as they tried to rest on the table, again feeling that electric current take over their bodies.

"I-I… I shouldn't be so close to you." "Is there a problem with that?" "No, but it wouldn't look good at all if someone came in" Y/N could feel her legs wavering from the deep tone the man was starting to use with her as he spoke, so she tried to pull herself back. Spencer's hand unconsciously went to stop at the girl's lower back after seeing her stumble as she tried to get away from him, so the younger girl's hands stopped at Reid's broad chest. This was wrong, very wrong. They were both aware of it. Then why were they kissing? Their lips sought each other desperately, needily. Y/N's fingers clutched at his shirt, Spencer's hands gripped the other's hips. Hot and aimless to the madness they were doing, they decided to accept their fate.

The man held the girl to the table, pulling her up onto it to continue kissing her; every now and then they separated for air, but their bodies responded again to the hunger of being together. The girl's legs wrapped around the other's hips, forcing him between them and closer touch; Spencer's hands began to descend to Y/N's bare thighs, caressing her soft skin and slipping inside her. A moan escaped her mouth, momentarily halting the kiss between them. Spencer's touch was fire, making her insides melt and her stomach tingle, but it was beginning to make her desperate. Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, bringing their mouths back together and also bringing their tongues together, making it more intimate. Her small fingers went to the buttons of her own blouse, unbuttoning them a little so that she could show him a perfect view of her lacy purple bra, which showed off her cleavage perfectly.

"I see you're somewhat desperate" Spencer smiled, bringing his index finger to the exposed skin, moving down from the end of her neck to the beginning of her cleavage, grabbing the edge of the garment to pull her closer to him and bring their kissing lips together in another desperate kiss. This time, both hands began to massage the younger girl's breasts, squeezing and pinching the skin, listening to the moans that the other woman gave him. Quickly the bra released the boobs, as well as the girl's blouse. The older man's lips left the other's, devoting full time to Y/N's pink nipples. The atmosphere was filled with sighs, as well as the faint voice asking for more and more.

"Mhm, Spencer… T-They're so sensitive." Y/N bit her lower lip, arching her back as Spencer's wet tongue traversed that sensitive area. The girl's hand moved down to the growing bulge, stroking it shamelessly. "Easy, beautiful. We have time." Spencer's eyes peeled away from Y/N's tits, fixating on her naughty hand caressing him with such gusto; to give her good access, he let her undo the button of his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. A couple of kisses had managed to get him as hard as a rock, but that wouldn't stop him. Their lips met again in a lustful kiss, Reid's long fingers twisted Y/N's hard nipples, and Y/N found himself jerking Spencer's cock up and down in a back and forth motion. After a couple of minutes of kissing, the right hander slipped between the female's legs, brushing his forefinger against the damp fabric of her panties.

"Shit, you're so wet and I haven't even done anything to you yet. I can't imagine what it's going to be like in there." A gasp escaped the younger girl's mouth, fixing her gaze on the man's dark one. "P-please, you don't know how long I've fantasized about having you like this. It's inevitable to be so wet, you're the culprit." The younger girl's ruddy lips were glossy, swollen and sticky from her lip gloss. "Have you wanted to be like this so badly, angel? You don't know how hard you get me high when you walk around in your skirt in front of me, I was desperate to know if your little pussy is as pink as your lips." "Check it out, professor. Check your theory" The skirt was lifted up to reveal that purple panty, marked by a wet spot that showed how wet it was at that instant.

Spencer didn't have much hesitation, instinctively dropping to his knees. A trail of kisses was marking its way down her inner thighs, making her sigh; slowly he moved closer to her most intimate area, her entire body shuddering from his presence. She could feel the other's lips kissing the wet area, before she felt the only garment separating them being slid down her legs to fall to the floor. Spencer lifted his gaze to connect with the other's, which nodded softly, giving him the permission he needed. The man didn't take long to dive between her folds, letting the tip of his tongue caress her sensitive clitoris; the girl's hands quickly grabbed his hair, tugging at it whenever the stimulation overtook her. The tongue traced a path from her clit to the beginning of her insides, moving in circles all over her passage, every now and then changing the way his tongue moved; catching her off guard, one of his fingers plunged inside her.

"You're so tight, princess. Just as I imagined, your little fingers aren't enough to satisfy you" A sigh escaped Spencer's mouth, feeling the girl's walls wrap around his index finger. He began to dip it in and out, taking a slow pace to get her used to it, more he couldn't hold off long because after a few minutes he dipped a second finger in; Y/N's head was pumping at 100 per hour, she felt her cheeks burn and her hips moved to the rhythm of the other's. "It feels so good, Spencer…" Her honeyed voice intoxicated Spencer's mind, who began to open his fingers, as if they were scissors. The girl's insides were beginning to adjust to the man, who was giving her unimaginable pleasure. But it was beginning to be insufficient, she was only enjoying herself so, again, she took the reins of the matter. Her trembling hand went to Reid's forehead, pushing him away from her pussy. Spencer gave her a confused look, but the girl motioned for him to get up, so he complied; she rejoined her lips with his, lowering her hand to the older man's cock, lining it up with her tight entrance and, with a thrust of her leg, forcing him to plunge it all the way in. A moan escaped from both of their mouths, feeling the tightness of the girl squeeze the hot cock.

"Shit, Y/N." It took him a second of realization before he could look at her face, noticing the missing condom. "Doll, the-" "Don't worry, Spence. I'm aware of the lack of it, I just wish it felt good, without a condom in between." He lacked an impulse to start moving, which took another half second for Spencer to take the initiative, feeling how tight the hot inside was tightening with each movement.

Y/N's nails dug into Spencer's biceps, leaving a couple of marks even though the skin wasn't fully exposed. The soft sound of the bumping of the skins came through, mingling with the girl's moans and the man's heavy breathing. The bubble they were both submerged in was impossible to break, if anyone were to enter, neither would most likely notice. Spencer's hips picked up speed, making sure he could give her as much pleasure as possible for both of them; Y/N stuck out her tongue, drawing the man's attention so she could kiss her, drowning out his moans between each kiss. The rocking at that speed was short-lived, as the increase was clear when the younger girl raised the sound of her moans.

"P-professor, I think I'm going to cum, mhm!" the junior's head fell back, stifling her moans as her lips tightened. Spencer had his gaze fixed on the younger girl, satisfied that her expressions showed his good work. "Do it, doll. I'll do it too." Y/N's innocent gaze met the older one's, who melted before her angel eyes. Climax soon announced itself, settling in the lower belly of both of them a ball of fire, ready to erupt. Y/N couldn't hold on much longer, feeling the orgasm take over her entire body; her body surged forward as she came, slamming her forehead against the older man's chest, letting her tremble from the intensity of it. Soon after, the glans was positioned on the girl's belly to stain it with his hot sperm.

The place fell silent, only the sound of their agitated breathing and the creaking of the wood could be heard. Y/N was the first to say something.

"Prof- Spencer, this is not correct, it cannot be repeated." "Absolutely not, it can't be."

The two shared a guilt-laden look, but their actions were not driven by it, letting their lips meet again.

After that encounter, every end of class, they both had their intensive to deepen the subject just passed.

Many times they had decided to end it, many times they ended up kissing after this stupid decision.

So they decided to make a deal. As long as what they had didn't affect their work or student development, they didn't see the point of ending it.

And of course it hadn't. Y/N had become the top student in the class, without raising any suspicions, and that was all that mattered to Spencer, after all.

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That's right, sex. 🫣 When I was translating I was reading the story, I really died with every interaction, I hope to keep writing little things like this.

please interact if you like it. ♡

bye. :D

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parasytte · 1 year

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Hope your doing well!

Elijah and Casey have got me head over heals! What if mc had a small friend group and always sat by them instead of Elijah and Casey. Like would they be jealous and try to distance mc from the group or would they just sit down with mc and the whole group acting like this isn’t unusual.

hi mootie !! i hope you’re doing well too ,, ty for the req ! got a little carried away lols ….

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in most cases, casey and elijah would just force you to sit at their table with their friends, but maybe if you give them your best puppy-dog eyes and say something along the lines of,, “please, you’re friends are scary,” or “i don’t like the attention sitting at your table gives me,” .. well, they just can’t say no.

i think the max you’d be sitting at the table with just you’re friends, no casey or elijah, would be a day.

casey stares at you longingly the whole time while elijah sneaks glances while trying to pay attention to his friends’ story about his new girlfriend. (he fails.)

looking at the way you interact with those losers friends of yours leaves the couple filled with jealousy. why don’t you act that way with them? why don’t you smile so big and giggle at every little thing they say? why do you look like you’re enjoying yourself more with those pathetic leeches rather than your loving boyfriends?

it causes rage and frustration and jealousy and sadness to fester in the two boys until eventually they get to casey’s house and the cheerleader just breaks down in tears.

you don’t like those losers- those nobodies more than them, right? you love them just as much as they love you! you have too!

elijah holds the tawny haired cheerleader as he sobs, trying his best to comfort his boyfriend. he says multiple things in his attempts, but when the jock says this his tears finally stop. “the reason y/n wasn’t acting like that with us is because they were sitting with us at our table!”

casey sniffles, “what do you mean?” elijah pulls him in closer and gives him a reassuring squeeze. “i mean that y/n is quiet. and do you wanna know why they act so different around us, babe?”

the cheerleaders big doe eyes peer up at his boyfriend, his speech muffled from his face being buried in the jocks chest, “why?”

“because they love us.”

and so the next day, when you think that you’ll finally get a moment of peace with your friends free from the jock and cheerleader, your hope is ripped away when the couple sits on either side of you and sandwiches you between them, acting like they’ve sat there for all of the school year.

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cdyssey · 1 year

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TW: Cannibalism; Traumatic Birth Experiences

Coach Ben teaching Health Ed class!! This man has suffered through so much.

TAIVAN WITH THEIR DESKS SHOVED TOGETHER!! Lolololol, at Misty being the only one who is paying attention and Ben clearly not caring that no one is paying attention.

“Poppies, Jeff. Jackie likes poppies.” She says this to get people to stop whispering about them, but God, I love the intimacy of this line too—the way that Shauna knows Jackie’s favorite flower.

THIS BLUR SONG. WOW, WOW, WOW.

Lmao at Misty emptying all her pockets.

Lottie’s shocked expression when she clocks that it’s Misty for the first time. The almost immediate steeliness, the barely controlled rage. The height difference between Simone and Christina is so fucking funny. Misty is a tiny little bean.

“And I won’t call the IRS about what I assume is your routine tax evasion.” AKQKWNWKSN

Lottie gets a visible headache and asks Misty to stay a while; she possibly had a vision?

“She is the one who decided to act out by dating a cop.” SO FOUL, SHAUNA SNSNDNWNWJDNS.

“It honestly would’ve been better if you just had sex with him.” FOUL FOUL FOUL.

Baby girl is so fucked up!!! Callie and Jeff’s horrified expressions when they hear this shows us that they’re registering this, how off kilter Shauna is.

The girls desperately scrambling to figure out what they should do to help Shauna, and it’s moments like these when you remember that they’re children, and it’s awful.

Tai being right at Shauna’s head, holding her shoulders, wiping off her head, encouraging her. They make me so fucking tender.

Misty has entirely shut down.

“WILDERNESS, I HOPE SHAUNA DOESN’T DIE.” MARI WOQKOQJEWJWJRJNWJEJWNWNENWJS. YOU KEEP DIGGING YOURSELF INTO THAT PIT, GIRL. I LOVE YOU.

Tai holding Shauna’s face reassuring her over and over again that she’s not going to die.

Nat being a fail girl at rifle practice.

“I’m poison. I ruin people.” God, my heart aches for her. She genuinely believes this.

“I killed my best friend… the only person that I loved.” FUCK. 😭

Natalie and Lisa’s relationship is so, so good. The vulnerability between them, the care.

“… we did so much fucked up shit out there. And yeah, maybe it was to survive. Maybe. But I don’t think we deserved to.” GOD GOD GOD. Two things haunt me about this particular line. That second maybe—we’ve known from the start that they did things out there that weren’t solely about survival. Pit Girl. Her ritualistic consumption. But also the fact that this is the condemnation that Nat hangs on them all. None of them should have made it out of the woods alive, and maybe, just maybe, that would have been penance for what they had done.

Tai looks like a peak lesbian in Van’s clothes. <3

Van reminding Tai of her FAMILY, and Tai is just like, lmao, fuck them. It’s you and me, baby.

She is so awful. <33

“You’re married, Taissa. There’s no us anymore.” God.

Tai sees all the overdue bills in the trash can; Van is struggling.

Misty is utterly broken about Kristen. It’s easy for us to say she’s the “well-adjusted” one between all the adults because she’s been able to compartmentalize so well; she’s out there girlbossing and murdering!! But she’s just as fucked up, just as traumatized, even if she invited so much of that trauma on herself: breaking the transmission box, telling Kristen, inadvertently killing that innocent girl.

Nat appealing to Ben, the adult, Ben, the health ed teacher, for guidance, BUT HE IS A FAILURE TOO. “I just pressed play on a video.” AMQKQKKEWKKDOWKSSK

“Women have been having babies for millions of years.” 😭 Nat, I fucking love you. These girls care for each other so fucking much.

GETTING COMFORT FROM HER POCKET MOUSE. AKILAH, I LOVE YOU AMQMQDNJWNS.

Not the cult performing blood offerings in the corner. My God QNKQKQMWNRKWKWMWMWKWJREK.

POV: Ur having a baby in the woods and all the goth kids are being weird about it.

God, Lottie needs to fucking get a new psychiatrist. This lady is the worst.

Simone is such a fucking good actor.

“We did… terrible things in Its name. And I thought when we were rescued, that we left It there, but now I realize… we brought it back with us.” The subtitles are really lending an emphasis to It now. God, I need a side-by-side of all the ladies talking about the terrible things they did in the forest: Shauna talking to Callie, Natalie and Lisa, and now Lottie and the psychiatrist. The horror on all of their faces when they admit this truth aloud; for all of them, it’s almost too much to bear.

“I mean, if you’re done crying, I could tell you some stories.” QKQKKWOWJEJDJ

Ben, ur such a failure. Ily.

The antlers behind Ben in the flashback…

THE PLACENTA FUCKING COMING FIRST. AND THE VIDEO. AND TAI REMEMBERING IT’S SUPPOSED TO COME AFTERWARDS. I’M FUCKED UP.

Crystal and Misty were gonna sing a song at Shauna’s labor. Lmfao.

“You can save our baby.” LOTTIE WTF

“You’re so close to being on the other side.” The double entendre is absolutely there. Shauna is so fucking close to death.

Taissa crying because she cares so much for Shauna and she already knows, from that placenta coming first, this fucking isn’t going to end well.

“Aren’t you probably the last person who should be giving me legal advice right now?” AQQKEMFMEMS, drag her ass, Callie. (Callie and Shauna both wearing that forest green because they are so alike.)

I fucking hate Matt the Cop. Smug fucking bastard!!

Tai fucking with Van about the sorting. 😭 I love them so much.

“No, Tai. You came here for help with your life. If I need help with mine, I’ll let you know.” TELL HER, VAN. One thing I’ve really enjoyed about both Taissa storylines is that they’ve consistently portrayed her as someone who can be judgmental and hypocritical. It’s such a good character flaw for her.

Tai’s entire tone changing when she hears that it’s Lottie.

“It’s a bunch of granola losers, but the food is great, and the BO factor is surprisingly low.” QKQKFNWKOWKEQPJEN

All of these children are crying, and I’m so fucking upset. I care about all of them so goddamn much. Nat and Tai and Misty being right there for her means so much for me. That’s my core four.

Shauna is dying right in front of them.

THE SUBTITLES SAY MISTY, BUT THAT WAS JACKIE FUCKING TAYLOR’S VOICE.

The entire scene is lit differently. The baby is too big and healthy. The placenta came first. The crying is repetitive. This is a goddamn dream.

“… but no, I’d rather keep the past in the past.” / “Van, you run a video store. […] You practically live in the past.” POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, MA’AM. YOU WERE RECENTLY CAUGHT SACRIFICING YOUR DOG IN THE BASEMENT!! YOU CHASED AFTER YOUR EX AND GAVE HER A BOOBY PEN!!!!!!

Taissa is so judgy, lmfao. Never change, girl failure.

“Don’t fuckin’ judge me because I know you’re too evolved for online dating.” GET HER!! Lauren has inhabited Van so well. Like, sometimes I can hear Liv in her delivery of lines.

“But don’t flatter yourself. It’s not because of you.” Vanlottietai triangle in the wilderness when

Natalie, ma’am, I know you have, like, seven different infections from wearing those pants for so long. SEVEN.

Lisa giving Natalie the Fourteenth Gilly, so she’s responsible for something other than herself. 😭 Sobs.

If anything fucking happens to Lisa, I will lose my shit. I love her so much.

Shauna not being able to feed the baby. I’m so fucked up. The other girls can see that starvation awaits.

JEFF PLAYING “FUCK THE POLICE” WITH THE WINDOW DOWN OUTSIDE THE POLICE STATION. I LOVE THIS MAN. HE IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING HIMBO. ALQWKQODJKWKW

QKQOOWWKMWKDNSNS, JEFF SAYING IT TAKES A WHILE FOR SHAUNA TO GO TO THE BATHROOM. THE LOOKS TAI AND VAN GIVE EACH OTHER. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN

He is such a weirdo.

Misty talking about Nat with such love and affection. Girlfriends. <33

“We’re all like this. Aren’t we?” Nat looking at Misty for the first time with sympathy in her eyes. She fundamentally sees that Misty is fucked up too.

I’m fucking crying at this baby starving.

“Your kid doesn’t like you too much, does she?” RIGHT ON THE HEELS OF THAT LAST SCENE. THAT’S SHAUNA’S GREATEST FEAR, HER CONTINUALLY BLEEDING WOUND.

Melanie Lynskey is so fucking pretty.

“You really did a number on her.” God, God, God, God. Shauna and Callie really eff me up. They were doomed from the start, from the moment that Shauna nearly died from having that first baby in the woods.

“And you do not have to be like your mom.” It’s too late, Kevyn. She already is.

“I never even wanted to be a mom. In fact… I did not sta… start out a bad person, but in case you haven’t noticed, life doesn’t tend to turn out the way you think it will. You have a kid that you… you don’t want… to save a marriage that you got into out of… guilt and-and shame. And, and you just… you can’t really let yourself love either of them. But, of course, you do. You-you love them despite yourself. You’re just incredibly bad at it.” I HAVE LITERAL TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE. MELANIE GODDAMN LYNSKEY.

This isn’t Shauna lying. We know that Shauna is a piss poor fucking liar. This is the truth from the bottom of her goddamn heart. She didn’t want Callie. She had her to save a marriage that she only got into because she felt so guilty—about the woods, about Jackie, about what she and Jeff and all the girls did to her. But she loves them. She loves her husband. She loves her daughter. And she knows that she hasn’t done them their due. And this has also been a truth from the beginning. Shauna absolutely loathes herself. She self-destructs partially as a punishment that she thinks fits her endless crime.

The music shifts when she does start lying. What came before it was sincere.

“But leave my kid out of it.” SHE LOVES CALLIE.

I fucking hate this cop!!!

CALLIE SINGLE-HANDEDLY SAVING THIS ENTIRE INVESTIGATION WOQKQKWOQOKWIDJDJEJEJEJEJEJEIEKEMDJD. I FUCKING LOVE HER.

“Especially when they ask me to describe his weird ass balls.” WKQKWOQOOWIWJEJDIEJENWKIRIRIFKDKWKDIDIFIEIWKDJDJWJKSJE.

NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HATE CALLIE SADECKI.

Lottie feeding the baby. ☠️

JEFF SPITTING HIS DRINK OUT EVERYWHERE DJWJDNDN.

Shauna’s voice break when she says “Yes” about the gun. She’s unraveling and unraveling.

“I am really worried about you. You are, like, out of control, Shauna.” / “Yeah, you think?!” And she actually cries in front of Jeff.

Jeff’s like, “Go, honey. Have a well-deserved mental health vacation with your wilderness cannibal girlfriends. 🥰” He didn’t say that, but I’m paraphrasing.

Callie and Shauna had a plan all along. :/ But Shauna screwed it up. Both of the Sadecki parents trying to reassure their daughter.

NAT TRYING TO, UM, SPARE THE FISH FROM THE COLD CRUELTIES OF THIS WORLD. GOD????

“It’s all a goddamn prison anyway.”

GOOD. THE FOURTEENTH GILLY LIVES.

I’m no fish expert, but um, is that bowl just a wee bit too small?

Shauna talking so tenderly to this baby. This episode is not going to fucking end well.

Shauna saying that she wants the moment for herself, and that’s such a core part of her ethos. This (dream) baby is hers and hers alone, someone she doesn’t have to share, someone that no one can try to control, even though they might try.

LMAO, AT SHAUNA GETTING THERE SO FAST. SHE MUST HAVE BEEN SPEEDING.

Nat has finally changed out of those goddamn leather pants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Shauna and Nat hug. Oh, God, yeah, yeah, yeah. Natalie was there for Shauna during one of her darkest times, and now they’re both in ruts again. There’s so much solemnity in the gesture, so much pain.

Taimisty joy hug. 😭

VANLOTTIE HOMOEROTIC CRY STARING!!!

THE FUCKING SYMBOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The tea was drugged. 😭 Shauna calling out for Tai and Van.

FUCKING EATING IT. I KNOW IT’S A DREAM. I KNOW. I KNOW, BUT GOD

AND THEN SHE FUCKING WAKES UP, AND THEY’RE ALL CRYING.

“We thought we lost you.” Tai holding her face. I’m fucking unwell.

I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS. I CAN’T

SOPHIE FUCKING NÉLISSE.

“Don’t you hear him crying? Why can’t you hear him cry?”

Taissa holding Shauna and that dead baby, blood on her hands.

“Why can’t you hear him?”

This is the most upsetting goddamn television I’ve ever fucking seen in my life.

“The infants lungs will fill with air, signaled by a cry.” And at the end, it’s this line from the video documentary that comes back to haunt us all.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #s: yellowjackets #maggie blogs #long post #I'm so so sick

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 19 days

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Happy birthday week!!! If you're feeling up to it, taking a bit of icing and putting it on their cheek for Boggie? <3

thank you! i had way too many ideas for this so you get two different endings 😅 choose your own adventure lite ™️ ending 1: in the platonic realm ending 2: flirty boys

The others are deep in conversation about… something. Reggie’s not really paying attention. He watches Bobby carefully peel the paper off of his cupcake.

Bobby sets the paper down on the table. He splits the cake in half, just like he always does, and firmly plants the bottom onto the top, making a cupcake sandwich. He manages to complete the entire process without looking down at his hands once.

The guys had mocked him mercilessly the first time they saw him eat a cupcake this way but Bobby wasn’t deterred from his eating habits and had maintained the practice in all the years since. “I get icing in every bite,” Reggie can hear him say, “and it doesn’t make such a mess.”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Reggie scoops a finger full of icing from his own cupcake and smears it down the side of Bobby’s face.

The conversation comes to an immediate stop as Bobby turns to Reggie, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

Reggie’s giggle breaks the stark silence. “You, uh… Got a little something,” Reggie says, pointing at Bobby.

Bobby takes a finger up to his face and wipes off the icing with one sweep.

Reggie tracks the movement as Bobby licks his finger clean.

“So that’s how you wanna play, huh?” Bobby asks.

“Oooohhhhhhh,” Luke heckles from where he’s safely seated on the other side of the table.

Reggie squeaks as Bobby grabs one of the extra cupcakes and turns toward him.

Reggie stumbles out of his chair and tries to run but Bobby’s faster, catching Reggie easily around the waist with one arm.

Bobby throws Reggie to the ground. He uses his knees and free arm to pin Reggie down.

Bobby grins. “Any last words?”

“I give! Surrender! You win!”

Bobby leans forward so that his nose is mere inches from Reggie’s, “Too bad. Payback’s a bitch.”

He sits back up with another grin. “Hope you were hungry!” he says as he presses the cupcake into Reggie’s face.

Ending 1:

Bobby climbs off of Reggie and heads back to the table wearing a victorious smirk.

Reggie wipes the cake off his face with his hand as he works to stand back up, licking off his fingers as he moves.

“How does retribution taste?” Bobby asks cheekily.

Reggie beams at him, “Like chocolate!”

“That’s not…” Alex starts to say before stopping himself. “Never mind, doesn’t matter.”

Reggie walks up to Bobby. “You missed a spot,” he says before grabbing Bobby by the chin and back of his head, licking a stripe up the side of Bobby’s face.

He laughs at Bobby’s stunned expression and runs to the bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. He continues giggling to himself as he cleans off his sticky face, ignoring the banging and yelling from the other side of the door. He knows that payback awaits him but he already knows that whatever it is was entirely worth it.

Ending 2:

Bobby climbs off of Reggie but is caught by the wrist before he can get up. He makes the mistake of stopping his movement and turning back toward Reggie.

Bobby’s met with a shit-eating grin and barely has a moment to react before Reggie’s launching himself at Bobby and halfway managing to reverse their positions.

Reggie runs a hand down his face, collecting as much cake and icing as he can. He smears it over Bobby’s face.

Bobby splutters in surprise as Luke fails to suppress his laughter from the other side of the room. He sits up fully, Reggie firmly planted in his lap and seemingly uninterested in leaving. They both wipe at their faces, laughing as they alternate between smearing new finger-fulls on each others’ faces and licking off their hands.

“Stop flirting and just kiss already!” Luke calls from the other side of the room.

Reggie and Bobby still. They look at Luke and then back at each other, faces beet red.

Reggie tentatively reaches out and scoops some of the last bit of cake from Bobby’s eyebrow. He brings it to his mouth and licks his fingers off, eyes never leaving Bobby’s.

Bobby tracks the motion but doesn’t move.

Reggie does it again but this time instead of licking it off himself, he offers his finger to Bobby with a sly smile.

Bobby takes the bait and exaggeratedly cleans off Reggie’s finger. Reggie’s mouth drops open as he watches Bobby’s mouth work.

“God! Not here! Get a room,” Alex shouts, interrupting them before they can even consider actually kissing.

Reggie clambours off of Bobby, offering a hand to pull Bobby up. “Fine.”

He doesn’t let go of Bobby’s hand, pulling Bobby behind him toward the bathroom so they can clean off their rapidly drying faces.

If they happen to return after an extended delay and more smiley than is probably reasonable, then that’s entirely their business.

birthday week prompts (please send me things to write!)

#god i can't believe i kept this under 1k #even with TWO endings!#look at me go!#thank you!#boggie #jatp #prompt fill #nobodys fics #julie and the phantoms #answered ask #fanfic

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the one with the birthday surprise | s.h.

summary: the day before your baby boy's birthday party, you and steve make a startling (but not entirely unwelcome) discovery as to just how much he takes after his dad (modern!au; spidey!steve universe; dad!steve) pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader word count: 3.4k warning(s): fem!reader; allusions to reader giving birth (not in detail); language; allusions to sex (none depicted or described in detail) notes: this lovely anon asked for dad!spidey!steve, so here you go! i hope you enjoy :)) this was originally written as a present for the lovely emma (@sunshinesteviee), who loves this universe as much as i do <3

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“What do you think, bub? T-Rex or Triceratops?”

Loud giggles fill your ears as you hold out the two different cookies, one in each hand. Each one is decorated in colourful icing, which you’d spent all morning doing with the batches of cookies sitting on the kitchen counter for the birthday party you were throwing tomorrow. Your tiny toddler, little Jude the almost birthday boy, is sitting on his booster seat at the kitchen table and patting his hands on the placemat in front of him.

“Mama!” he’s calling out for you, and you walk closer to show him the cookies in your hands.

“Which cookie do you want?” you ask again, and Jude’s large, warm brown eyes crinkle at the corners as he inspects the two cookies you’re holding out. He seems to be weighing his choices, and you can see the tip of his tongue poke out between his lips as his hands slow their tapping.

He makes a snap decision, reaching for the cookie in your left hand. “T-Rex, please!” he cries, lisping slightly, and you hand him the cookie. He starts to chew on it, and you’re glad that you made the cookies softer than normal as you watch him eat. You put the Triceratops cookie back with the others like it before you take some rubbermaid containers out of the cupboard to start putting the cookies away.

The sound of the shower turning off and the squeaky bathroom door opening and closing sounds through the apartment as you’re snapping the lid on the container. You put it up into one of the cupboards.

“Sounds like Papa’s all done getting clean,” you tell Jude, but he’s too focused on his cookie to pay any attention to what you’re saying. You’ve seen the same intense look of concentration on your husband before; it’s normally reserved for when he’s trying to fix his webshooters, or when he’s stitching up his suit, and Jude has absolutely inherited that from his father. He looks so much like Steve, with your husband's sweet brown eyes and more than slightly untameable hair, and the resemblance is getting stronger all the time.

Within a few minutes Steve is walking into the kitchen, and you turn to see him. His still damp brown hair is hanging in his face, getting droplets of water on his glasses and the shoulders of his yellow sweater. He’s also wearing the salt and pepper joggers that were normally reserved for late night Spidey runs for junk food or anything you needed; those had become less frequent once Jude was born, but with how cold the weather is this winter, you’re not surprised your husband has broken them out to wear around the apartment. He’s also got some mismatched fuzzy socks on his feet, ones you recognize as your own, with the little non-stick bumps on the bottom so you don’t have any slips or falls.

“Someone looks extra gorgeous today,” he says, and you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. He returns it, bigger and brighter, pushing his hair back out of his face. “Is this all for me, pretty baby?”

You roll your eyes, though your cheeks feel warm at the praise. Steve never hesitates to remind you how much he loves you, all of you, and it never fails to fluster you. “It’s all for Robin,” you tell him as he walks over to the kitchen table where Jude is nearly finished with his cookie. Steve makes a face. “I’m meeting her to go shopping for Jude, remember?”

“Last minute shopping? She does this every year,” he tells you. Jude finishes eating, finally noticing his father is here and clapping his hands in greeting. Steve reaches out to pick up the toddler and pull him up into his arms, which has Jude squealing in delight. “Good morning, bub! You look happy today.” He does; Jude is always happy to see his dad, and it always makes you melt to see the two of them together, all soft words and happy noises that you’ll never get tired of hearing.

“Hey, she just has a few things she wants to get. And we’re also going grocery shopping. We need enough food to be able to feed everyone.” All of the kids are driving in from Hawkins to spend time with you two in the city to celebrate Jude, plus all your friends in the city will be stopping by at one point or another. Steve’s been excited about it for weeks now, his mood even more cheery than usual. It’s been nice, seeing him so happy, and if it’s anything like last year’s party you’re going to need to get enough to feed a small army just for Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. Thank goodness for Costco.

You walk over to him and Jude, and press a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Can you finish putting up the rest of the decorations in the living room while I’m out?” you ask, and Steve hums his affirmation as he bounces Jude lightly in his arms and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “It's all in the boxes by the TV. Need to get everything put up before everyone comes over tomorrow.”

“We can definitely do that, right, bub?” he asks your son, who’s busy licking his fingers now that he’s finished his T-Rex cookie. You push the sleeves of Jude’s little blue sweater up his arms and brush his hair out of his face while Steve bounces from foot to foot. When you’ve finished, while your son is distracted, you move to put on your coat and pull on your purse from where it had been sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.

“I’ll only be a couple hours at most,” you tell Steve. This is when Jude, having gotten most of the sweet sugary icing off his fingers, looks up and sees you bundled up and ready to head out. You smile at him while Steve walks closer. “Hey, baby. You’re gonna have so much fun with Papa today, and I’ll make you some spaghetti for dinner when I come home. How’s that sound?”

Rather than answering you, Jude grabs your face in his hands, his palms and chubby fingers are still sticky with the last remnants of icing that he hadn’t managed to clean off, and he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose just like he’d seen Steve do earlier. You grin, pressing your own kiss to his tiny little nose, and you relish the loud, unabashed laughter that bubbles up from your baby boy. His hands pat your cheeks, a little rougher than you’re sure he intends, before he lets go.

“Be good for Papa, okay?” You keep your voice soft, using your index finger to tickle his tummy. Jude nods, loud peals of laughter ringing through the kitchen. You give him one last kiss on his chubby cheek before you move to get your boots on at the front door.

“Be good, Papa!” he says, and he waves his little hands at you as you leave and close the door behind you.

…

You know this is going to be a big birthday because, while out shopping with her, Robin tells you twice that Jude is now old enough to be fun while opening gifts; he’s finally interested in them enough to grab and hold his presents on his own (most of the time) and to rip off any wrapping paper. Which means that you know she’s gotten him too much; everyone did last year, since he’s the first baby out of all of your friends, and they love him and his huge amounts of personality. Dustin especially gets a kick out of Jude, and he’s always down to play games and be as silly as possible with the toddler. You're sure you have hours of videos of the two of them together, which you've sent to Dustin's mom at Steve's request.

Thankfully, you’re able to get what she needs and make it through the massive hordes descending on Costco without too much fuss; Robin had to keep her elbows up to wade through the crowds and clear a path for you, and there’d been a bit of a scuffle with an elderly lady over the last of the chocolate oranges on sale, but you got almost everything you need. You drop Robin off at her place with a big hug and a promise to see her tomorrow, before you’re heading back to your apartment. You leave the presents you’d picked up in the trunk for now, just to keep them out of Jude’s sight until you can wrap them without interruptions, and grab the groceries before you make it back to your place.

“I’m home!” you call out after you open and close the door. You toe your boots off, leaving them a bit haphazardly by the front door as you walk into the apartment. You can hear soft music and the low hum of Steve’s voice coming from the direction of the living room, so you drop the heavier bags onto the table and keep one in your hands before heading into the room.

You were expecting them to be sitting on the couch, reading one of Jude’s books or watching a movie on TV (Eddie had given Jude a new Elmo movie recently, and your baby had not been able to get enough of it). Or, maybe they were still putting birthday decorations up, having gotten busy eating some more cookies or sneaking some of the cupcakes you'd made for tomorrow (which you’d caught Steve doing yesterday, claiming Jude talked him into it). Hell, you would even be expecting the two of them to be facetiming with Dustin or Max to talk strategy for beating the others at the party games you'd gotten before you’d find out what Steve and your son are actually doing.

It takes a minute for you to realize what’s happening, because while you can see that the TV is turned on and an oldies music channel is streaming some from previous decades hits, the living room is empty. Or, well, there’s no one sitting on the couch or the floor near the TV or the big living room window. You can see that the decorations you’d asked Steve to put up are all out, and he’d also done some vacuuming and dusting as well. Jude is a big fan of the duster, and you can imagine Steve letting him use it on everything that wasn’t super breakable.

You hear Jude’s giggle, which you’d know anywhere because it’s very quickly become one of your favourite sounds. It’s coming from the living room, which you’re currently in, but you don’t see him. You’re very confused, until you realize that the giggling is coming from above you. So you look up.

You drop the bag in your arms. You very vaguely register the sound of glass breaking; that’ll be the pasta sauce you bought for dinner. You blink once, then once more, hoping this isn’t happening. It is. And you’re not having spaghetti for dinner.

Steve and Jude are here, all right. Sitting together on the ceiling. Steve is cross-legged and Jude is beside him, mirroring his father's sitting position. By himself. They’re both sitting on the ceiling and Steve isn’t supporting or holding Jude. Jude is sticking to the ceiling on his own. Both look absolutely delighted with themselves, hair askew and cheeks flushed pink with glee.

“Say surprise, Mama!” Steve says, waving at you, and Jude giggles and waves too.

“Surprise, Mama!” he repeats, his words a little jumbled. You feel faint. Your baby is sitting on the ceiling. Steve on the ceiling? You wouldn’t bat an eye. That’s how you get cobwebs down, and it’s how you painted the ceiling last summer. Spidey powers come in handy sometimes. Not right now, though. Jude, though? This is not what you wanted for his birthday, or any day. You don’t know if you’re proud, or terrified, or angry, or maybe a mix of all three. Or maybe something else.

Steve seems to realize that you’re not saying anything, just standing in the middle of the living room while red pasta sauce oozes through the cloth grocery bag on the floor. This is obviously not what he was expecting as he looks sheepish and shrugs his shoulders. “Surprise, babe?”

“Oh my god.” The words sound weak to your ears, and Steve’s eyes widen before he pulls Jude into his arms, carefully flipping down off the ceiling to land on his feet. He’s careful to mind the bag of groceries and the small puddle of sauce forming on the floor, and pulls you over to sit down on the couch. You let him, still a bit stunned at the idea of your son crawling around on the ceiling by himself. Jude is wriggling in Steve’s arms, reaching out for you and calling out for you. He manages to kick Steve in the abdomen, and he winces as he passes Jude to you.

As soon as Jude is in your arms, his little hands find your face and he starts babbling happily about his day and his time with Steve as he presses kisses to your cheeks. His hands aren’t sticky like they were earlier, but the feeling of his hands grabbing at your nose brings a small smile to your face as you look down at him. You’re still in your coat, and he moves to play with the material on that while you check him over. He seems absolutely fine; he’s wearing a yellow sweater now, the one you’d bought him to match with his dad, and his hair is freshly washed and brushed back out of his face. He doesn’t have any bumps or bruises, which brings you some relief as well; not that Steve had ever let Jude get hurt before, not on purpose, but you also didn’t know your son was part spider too, so maybe he also inherited Steve’s knack for injuring himself. God, you hope not. Patching one of them up constantly was bad enough, you don’t want to have to do it for both of them.

You look up and Steve is cleaning up the spilled sauce; the bag is no longer on the floor, and he’s got a roll of paper towels and some cleaning wipes while he kneels on the floor to get it all taken care of. “Hey Jude, can you do earmuffs for me please?” you ask, and Jude complies by covering his ears with his hands while he buries his face in your chest. You then hiss out, “What the fuck, Steve? Why was our baby on the ceiling?”

“Well I was putting up the decorations like you asked, and you know it’s so much easier to get the banner up if I do it while I'm on the ceiling,” he explains, gesturing wildly with his hands. He accidentally flings a glob of sauce back onto the floor, which he starts to wipe back up. “So I got up there while Jude was watching the Muppets, and I swear I took my eyes off him for two seconds and then boom! He’s up there with me. Holy shit, right?”

You sigh, tapping Jude on his head. He removes his hands from his ears and goes back to playing with your jacket. You’re getting much too warm to keep it on, but you don’t move to take it off while he’s playing with it. You would much rather he do this than crawl back up onto the ceiling. How are you supposed to baby proof the walls to stop him from climbing them? This is going to be a problem, and you can already feel the headache settling in behind your eyes.

“He’s like me, babe! I mean, we both knew it might happen, but he’s just like me!” The joy in Steve’s voice is extremely apparent, and you can’t blame him. God, Steve looks absolutely radiant right now, all smiles and glowing skin in the warm light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. He’s radiating pure warmth and joy, looking so sweet and happy at the thought of Jude taking after him in yet another way that you really can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him for this. It’s not his fault that apparently DNA-altering radioactive spider bites are genetic; it’s not like you knew anything about that either, so really, who would have predicted this?

Steve tries to take Jude from your arms, but the toddler pushes his dad’s hands away. Steve’s eyebrows furrow and his mouth drops open as Jude’s arms wrap around your neck and he snuggles closer to you. You laugh at how offended he looks, and Jude copies you.

“I am literally a superhero; I’m Spider-Man! Why am I not his favourite?” He tries tickling Jude, but your son climbs higher up in your arms to get away from him while shouting at his father to stop.

“Steve, he’s too young to understand who Spider-Man is,” you tell your husband, and you lean over to kiss his soft, pink lips where they’re pulled into a pout. He kisses you back, though he grumbles through it.

“This is blatant arachnophobia and I will not stand for it.” You roll your eyes, getting up off the couch.

“Not what arachnophobia is.” You settle Jude on your hip, his hands fisting in your coat as you bounce him gently and walk towards the play area you have set up for him near the TV. You notice Steve has tidied it up a bit, and you smile. “Do you wanna watch Bluey, Jude? Want Mama to put on Bluey for you?” Jude squeals loudly, shouting the affirmative, and you ruffle his hair gently before you put him down on the soft blanket set up on the ground. He immediately latches onto his favourite stuffed animal; it’s a large, fluffy stuffed black cat that Eddie gave you and Steve for Jude at your baby shower. It looks so much like Ozzy, right down to the yellow stitched eyes, and Jude always has to have it with him. Eddie brags about it every chance he can, stating that he’s training Jude to love Ozzy. You tell him to wait to indoctrinate your son into his cat cult until he’s at least in pre-school.

You grab the TV remote from the coffee table, changing it from the music channel so you can put on the first episode of Bluey that you see. Jude yells out happily, and seeing him laugh and wiggle and shake his stuffed cat makes you smile. You pull your coat off, which Steve takes from you without any words, and you look at Jude paying rapt attention to the tiny Australian dogs running around. You really hope this keeps him distracted for a while, long enough to figure out what to do about having a tiny Spiderling for a son.

You then swear you’ll never refer to Jude as a Spiderling out loud because Steve will never let that go. Neither will Robin, who you’re sure Steve has already told about this. Tomorrow is going to be an adventure.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of Steve’s arms wrapping around your waist, and the warmth of his front pressed to your back. His chin hooks itself on your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. You melt into his embrace, leaning back to have him support some of your weight. “Y’know, I think we need to make another one so I can be that one’s favourite.”

You laugh, pinching the back of one of his hands with your fingers. He squeezes you tighter in response, not letting go. You tell him, “Steve, do you know what your son did to my body? Do you remember that? I deserve to be loved.” Which you know he did; Steve was never shy about how much he worships you, how much he loves all of you and every inch of your body, both during and since your pregnancy. He always made sure you knew how grateful he was to have you, every single part of you, and helped you fall back in love with yourself and how you look.

“And if we make another one, I can show you just how much I love you,” he murmurs, his nose nudging the soft patch of skin behind your ear. “Many, many times.”

Jude shouts out something at the TV, getting up to dance with his little cat, and you think maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

Well, until you realize you somehow have to clean his little footprints off the ceiling.

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fondueforme · 2 months

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MEET BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE!!

AUDITIONING WITH THE SONG: FINE LINE BY KESHA

There's a fine line between genius and crazy. There's a fine line between broken and breaking. Spent my whole life tryna to change what they're saying about me, sick of walking that fine line.

BIOGRAPHY & HEADCANONS

wait, is that BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE they kinda look a lot like BRIGETTE LUNDY-PAINE, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY-TWO year old is known as the AIRHEAD EXTRAORDINAIRE around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in NEW DIRECTIONS which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re HONEST, but don’t be fooled since they’re also IMPULSIVE. rumor has it, you can find them at CHEERIO PRACTICE, DANCE/BALLET, THE MUCKRACKER, GAY/STRAIGHT ALLIANCE, AND MATHLETES when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around THE SMELL OF BURNT FONDUE OVER HOT GOSS, DANCING THROUGH THE SEWER SYSTEMS AT NIGHT, AND CHEERING FOR THE UNDERDOG IN A SHORT SKIRT but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

LIST ABOUT 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHOSEN CHARACTER!

Brittany, like Brett and Puck, is a super senior. They failed their senior year with a remarkable 0.0 GPA, but they completely turned it around their second year. They even got an early admission to MIT, but it only took Brittany a month or two to miss home and all their friends. They didn't want to be math genius, instead choosing to go back to Lima and go to McKinley Arts to pursue other ventures.

Brittany is openly bisexual and nonbinary. They knew from a young age that they liked more than one gender, but it took another year of high school and soul searching to realize that just like with their sexuality, their gender cannot be defined within the margins of the gender binary. They've had their fair share of hookups and trysts with a whole lot of different people. They've never been ashamed of it and who they are. To help pay for college, they occasionally do a video or two with Sam, the other blonde letting them keep all the earnings from said films.

Brittany has a pretty successful YouTube channel called Fondue for Two that they started in high school. They invite guests from their life to interview them over fondue and whatever else they have lying around.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ON 'FONDUE FOR TWO' AND JUDGE MY CAT?

BASICS OF BRITT:

FULL NAME: brittany susan pierce. PRONOUNS: prefers they/them, but any pronouns are fine. (unless you misgender them purposefully/or misgender her sister and they will destroy you) GENDER: nonbinary. NICKNAMES: b, britt, britt-britt, brittany s-pierce. HOMETOWN: lima, ohio. BIRTHDAY (ZODIAC) & AGE: march 14th. (PISCES.) / twenty-two years old. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single, has kissed more than 80% of the student body. SEXUALITY: bisexual. RELIGION: christian. OCCUPATION: student at mckinley arts college, runs a youtube show called ‘Fondue For Two’. RESIDENCE: small apartment off campus. SPORTS/CLUBS: Cheerios, dance, the muckracker, gay/straight alliance, mathletes. GLEE CLUB: new directions. LANGUAGES: english, secret language they made up in middle school, ASL. MAJOR: journalism. MINOR: media communication.

PHYSICAL:

FACECLAIM: brigette lundy-paine. HEIGHT: 5'9". BUILD: fit. EYES: brown. HAIR: brown, will occasionally bleach in summer to put fun colors in. PIERCINGS: they have their ears pierced, three on each lobe and then a helix on their left and an industrial on their right, they also have their belly button, nipples, and tongue pierced. TATTOOS: they have a rainbow with clouds on their right inner wrist and a small ufo on their shoulder blade. (lord t has been making tattoo appointments for her to get a portrait of himself done and brittany keeps canceling them because she’s afraid it’s bad luck.) OTHER DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: none. SCARS: a few from sewer misadventures. ALLERGIES: none. STYLE: carefree and fun, loves bright and bold patterns as well as simple ones when they’re feeling overwhelmed. loves hats and beanies.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: if brittany thinks you're hot, they will absolutely hit on you and be down to hook up. FORMER FLINGS: one night stands or situationships welcome !! can be friends now or not. JUST FRIENDS: brittany needs pals !! INTERVIEWEES: britt also needs people to interview !! and to be on their show. STUDY BUDDY OR TUTOR: britt can help you with math if you help them with their writing courses. RIVAL: jacob ben israel is basically their archnemesis. EXES: can be on good or bad terms !! ROOMMATE: lets goooo.

AND HERE'S MORE ON OUR FAVORITE AIRHEAD EXTRAORDINAIRE THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO ADD ON THIS ALREADY LONG POST.

#wmacintro #ooc post.#bio.#/I DIDNT FORGET THIS OKAY

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 5 months

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Have a (late) merry Christmas to you as well friend! :D

1: which movie is their favorite in the kung fu panda trilogy? & what’s their favorite moment?

2: speaking of kung fu panda, are they excited for the fourth one? Or thinks the trilogy is ok; no need for an another one?

3: fun fact: Chris was based off of the kid in the movie Superman returns (or was it vice versa don’t remember) & the kid can play piano; both the real & keyboard. So I have a Headcanon that Chris can play piano.

4: what kind of slapstick does the duo “perform?” Like slamming into walls, slipping on something slippery, landing crotch first on something, etc…

5: what’s the saddest video game they played?

6: I think I asked this already but what is something the duo does traditionally with their families?

I would like to say a late merry Christmas & a happy new year to you my friend! I’m thankful for you bringing the duo to life :D

Thanks so much @gothicghost2000 fir your kind words and encouragement. It’s truly appreciated

1) Oh beyond any sort of doubt, the second one reigns supreme as the best of the entire trilogy fir the two. That they can agree on for certain. Now where they differ are their favorite moments of said trilogy. For Chris can’t stop thinking about the battle against Kai in the Spirit Realm while Jake vets absolutely starstruck with Tai Lung’s prison breakout.

2) The Duo are utterly mixed by the fourth film as while the fact Tai Lung is returning and teaming up with an interesting new villain certainly has their attention, they do think that the original trilogy worked out perfectly as is. The fourth one has a high bar in quality to clear if it ought to justify its inclusion.

3) Oh yes, I remember Jason White and the influence he had when Chris was being created. So I can see Chris at first learning how to play piano during the earlier years of staying on Earth. It’d be around the time he turns 9 when he transitions more to playing Bass. But even nowadays he can still play piano despite not being his main instrument.

4) Slamming into walls while either running real fast or likely flying straight into them due to failing to look ahead, getting bonked on the head via failing to look up for incoming objects in the air, sometimes getting slapped in the face by unappreciative people they rescue, very uncomfortable leg splitting when they hold two separating large building to prevent them from falling apart (SpiderMan Homecoming style), and yes… ‘gentle’ landings when they sometimes fail in trying to proper look down below; all of that are very constant in the daily superhero life of these two despite their best efforts

5) It’s a toss up between Mother/Earthbound 3 and Omori as the gut wrenching takes both games have leave Chris and Jake rushing for their tissue boxes by the time they’re done. Though Mother 3 might slightly edge out as the sadness there has a more clever disguise with its goofy Nintendo charm while Omori’s more psychological thriller/horror approach at first spooks the Duo and then some before it’s breaks their hearts

Honorable mention though goes to FNAF 4, especially when they see the mini games.

6) Well it doesn’t hurt to give new answers to this one

Chris: I can see Conner and him drop by the Metropolis Grand Mall together, checking out all sorts of the various stores inside, browsing around anything that catches their eyes or at least if said has something they’ve been thinking about in the back of the minds. Though of course if Conner starts getting flirty with some girls at the food court, it’s quite easy for Chris to roll his eyes and drag Conner away by his ear, just like how Mom Lois does that

Jake: Every now and then, the entire family would pay a visit to the new permanent residence of Haly’s Circus, settled in Bludhaven’s Mealtide Park when it’s not on a cross-country/worldwide tour thanks to Dick’s ownership of it. Jake especially liked having small talks with some of the performers and staff who had been there when his father was little and performing along his own parents, curious fir all sorts of stories from that time. Also, Mar’i and him flat out love Zitka the elephant and she loves them right back, allowing to settle on her back and play around her trunk.

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #kung fu panda #superman returns #earthbound #omori #fnaf #connor kent #mari grayson #dick grayson #Haly circus

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Best Underrated Anime Group H Round 3: #H5 vs #H6

#H5: Middle school soft tennis club deals with trauma

#H6: Cozy slice of life about a high school girl with a camera

Details and poll under the cut!

#H5: Stars Align (Hoshiai no Sora)

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Summary:

Constantly outperformed by the girls' club, the boys' soft tennis club faces disbandment due to their poor skills and lack of positive results in matches. In desperate need of members, Toma Shinjou is looking to recruit capable players, but he fails to scout anyone. Enter Maki Katsuragi, a new transfer student who demonstrates great reflexes when he catches a stray cat in his classroom, instantly capturing Toma's attention. With his interest piqued, Toma ambitiously asks Maki to join the boys' team but is quickly rejected, as Maki doesn't wish to join any clubs. Toma refuses to back down and ends up persuading Maki—only under the condition that Toma will pay him for his participation and cover other club expenses.

As Maki joins the team, his incredible form and quick learning allow him to immediately outshine the rest of the team. Although this gives rise to conflict among the boys, Maki challenges and pushes his fellow team members to not only keep up with his seemingly natural talent, but also drive them to devote themselves to the game they once neglected.

Propaganda 1:

Covers a wide variety of issues and gets into the nitty-gritty of the often under-prosecuted instances of child abuse in Japanese society. Multiple LGBT characters, subversions of gender roles, a simple but appealing art style, and some really talented seiyuu to top it all off.

Propaganda 2:

This series is so amazing even though it was cut halfway through (and the trigger warnings, mainly in regard to the environments many of the characters live in) make it difficult to suggest at times. It’s half a sports anime and half a drama, switching between the sports sections and explorations of the lives of the characters involved, the latter of which is the part I really adore. The story discusses the heavily discussed topic of abuse pretty well and also has a good handle on discussions about things like gender (specifically in regard to a canon non-binary character, though there is also a minor character who is a trans man who is also discussed) that I haven’t seen too many other series address, or at least not to the effectiveness of this story. The characters also just have so much charm and compliment each other well, and I love watching them get closer and interact. They’re buddies, and I adore the boys soft tennis team plus Yuu and Mitsue (+ Arashi I guess. He’s from a different school’s team and directly opposed the team, but he very quickly becomes their friend afterwards), as well as all of their dynamics. It’s not a watch for when you’re looking strictly to have a fun time or looking for a complete story, but it’s an amazing story regardless. Also, I love the opening and ending songs so much. I wish this series got its season two so much because it’s so good, I don’t think I did it justice at all.

Trigger Warnings:

Child abuse: Most of the cast is from an abusive household, including mcs.

Domestic abuse: Off-screen/implied, parent of a main character.

Gender/sexuality discrimination: From a parent to a non-binary character + from bullies to a gay character.

Emotional abuse: Some major characters have emotionally abuse parents, this is shown on-screen.

Minor injuries: Blisters, bruises, one scene with plenty of blood but clarified to just be a minor head wound afterwards. etc.

#H6: Tamayura: Hitotose

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Summary:

In her last year of middle school, Fuu Sawatari had trouble dealing with her emotions following the sudden death of her father. Through the help of her brother and childhood friend, she rediscovered her love for photography, an activity she and her father often did together. In addition, she decided to attend high school in Takehara, her father's hometown and a place they often visited when she was younger.

It has been one month now since Fuu moved to Takehara and became close with her current group of friends: carefree Kaoru Hanawa, excitable Norie Okazaki, and quiet Maon Sakurada. Together with them and several acquaintances around town and abroad, Fuu continues her mission of capturing the joys of everyday life using her father's camera, while also helping her friends discover their own passions.

Propaganda:

No stakes, only warmth. Tamayura: Hitotose is the single coziest anime I have ever watched. It is like Moomins or Studio Ghibli (without all the excitement), in that after watching it you feel like the greatest magic the world has ever known is a home-made bowl of soup, a trip to the mountains, a photograph of a memory. Which is all true. Animes like this teach you to live right, and that's why we need them. Also to teach us to be "more aggressivu!" If you ever have a really rough day/week/month/year/decade, let your soul be soothed and watch Tamayura: Hitotose.

Trigger Warnings: Unknown.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 3 #tournament polls #stars align #hoshiai no sora #tamayura hitotose #tamayura #tamayura: hitotose

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"PU-239"

I have to start like this before truly going head first into this. Gorgeous. Simply fucking gorgeous. And this doesn't apply only to my liking for the Soviet and Post Soviet era of Russia, it applies to human and their behaviors.

Pu-239, or originally known as The Half Life of Timofey Berezin, is a British drama, released in 2006 that follows the tangled story of two men. Timofey and Shiv.

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It's only right we start with Timofey. In his case, recklessly thinking that he can leap to prevent a critical malfunction within the nuclear power point, he is exposed to radiation. The blame - as it's always expected with the Russians - was placed on him. Forced to comply with his manager, Timofey is given the truth by a colleague of his. The numbers he was given were low, 100 rem, but in reality he was exposed to 1000 rem.

His days were counted. Each second was his last.

Left only to worry for his family - Marina and Tolya - he decides to do the extreme. Telling Marina that a job awaits for him in Moscow, he leaves. She trusts him, of course, but asks for a kiss. One that would be their last too.

Of course, there is no job, but despair. Coming up with a plan, Timofey returns to his workplace only to steal Plutonium-239 with the intention of selling it. From here on out his story gets tangled with Shiv's.

Now this man is chaotic to the max, he's some kind of a gangster that is bad at being a gangster. Always belittled by those he works with led him to yearns to prove himself.

Now to ground our setting a bit more, were in post Soviet Russia, a few years after it's dissolution. Of course as capitalism bloomed, the mafia's ways returned with their protection fees.

The gang Shiv is part of isn't the most brilliant one, as all 3 together couldn't properly remember an address, and they accidently blow up a shop that is under different protection from a different mafia head. This forces them to pay the damages, not in rubles, but in dollars. They go through their mischiefs trying to make a quick buck only to take separated ways, leaving Shiv alone to find his half of the required money.

Finally, our two meet in a flea market in Moscow. Timofey simply holding a sign that says pu-239 gets Shiv's attention, sparking his curiosity. Seeing that Shiv had no clue what was at stake, Timofey almost gives up on trying to explain. Shiv being insistent tells him that no one will buy whatever he's selling without help. And such the two embark together on their wild ride. By now Timofey is abruptly feeling worse and worse but pushes through. Only for his son sake.

Going from mafia head to mafia head, they fail to get a proper number, as both have no interest in some nuclear weapon.

Defeated, Timofey asks Shiv for one last ride to the train station, at which Shiv promises he'll do it only to drive to one of the mafia's private party. There, he's plead and insistence is reaching a limit, getting him shot twice. Timofey hardly manages to drag him out of the way, leaving him between cars. With their plan over, and minutes until he'd collapse, he takes his leave only to be attacked by Shiv's "work partners" and shot dead.

In the aftermath, his wife Marina is left to ask for her rights, which she gains. Leaving the country with their son.

"Light is a particle and a wave. This is hard to understand how a thing can be two things at once; but a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She's a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She's a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours. And a child is also a particle and a wave. He is a wave the sound of his pain shoots through and twists you away from yourself. And he is a particle when a doctor hands you a baby; a small mirror. Women, children and light can be two things at once; a particle, a wave. They ricochet off the hard surfaces and illuminate the corners. Without them it would be far darker."

(Timofey explaining the light, something recurrent in the movie)

Now that I've laid down a summary, I want to talk about the way Timofey was written. Through the whole movie his voice is above everyone. He's a troubled soul that thinks too much and feels too much. And he's not afraid to say it. Paddy Considine, who played Timofey, did a wonderful job capturing the amount of emotions the character was going through. Pain, agaony, everything was there. You could feel the pain through the screen, behind the beautifully colored scenes and grainy look. You could see Timofey dying.

Oscar Isaac who played Shiv did just as good with portraying all the confusion and thoughts that went through Shiv's mind. At first I found it hard to believe he'd actually want this life of crimes, always second guessing the orders given, apologizing at every chance. This wasn't what he wanted to do, but rather what he had to survive.

Oddly, out of all things, their characters were drawn together by one thing. The well being of their sons.

In the end, the movie was on spot on inflicting feelings into the watchers. And perhaps making us understand the reasoning behind those actions.

Despair.

#pu-239 #movie analysis #movie review #opinion #The Half Life of Timofey Berezin #long post #summary #commentary #hbo max #hbo films #oscar isaac #paddy considine

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Doing the End of Year Zuka Tag 2022!

Jumping on the bandwagon to do @beccalendsahand‘s End of Year Tag which you could find here! Let’s get straight right into it! (Yes, I’ll be doing all on a whim!)

1. Sumire no Hana – new favourite

Yūki Daiya from Flower Troupe! So it took me Minami Maito’s CAST side-A to finally realise this rising sienne. Her cuteness-to-coolness gap jumped so wide it blew my mind for a 102th. Like I think this collage shows it, she’s going to do this “impatient boyfriend setting” but she just laughs shyly when the camera cuts off. She surprises me like popping a balloon, the motion is quick but it gives a strong impact. I’m not going to even talk about the mere 9 minutes I get to see her in the newcomers’ performance of “Years of Pilgrimage: The Wandering Soul of Franz Liszt” and how I was disappointed we never got to see it. I really want to see more of her, and I’ll track back earlier in Hanagumi just to try and find her! (See: Sante, 2017)

Bonus question: I talked about noticing Hozumi Mahiro from Flower Troupe! Still am watching her and very happy that she got her first bow hall lead, I got the Junjou still and bromide as a commemoration :D

2. Never Say Goodbye – hardest Taidansha (graduate) to say goodbye

Hiryuu Tsukasa, Wakakusa Moeka, Oto Kurisu and Serina Ei from Flower Troupe. Because I watched my first Flower Troupe livestream in Hong Kong which was saying goodbye to them. It feels very different to see them going down the stairs in the big screen of our local theatre and listening to their words. It really feels unreal and I wasn’t able to believe it until they had Instagrams. Of course, to prepare myself for the taidansha it really was watching back their previous performances and enjoying their presence. I’m glad to see that they’re all thriving in their post-Takarazuka life and am always happy to see their photos :)

3. Material girl – favourite merch

It’s a tie between getting Yuzuka Rei’s 2nd official goods – the photo holder! And also the mini crown from Fashionable Empire national tour!

4. Mon Paris – new show not from this year

Immortal Thorns! (Not linking it because there’s a 2003 version by Haruno Sumire from Flower Troupe and Aizuki Hikaru from Star Troupe in the 2018 version, still Cosmos then.) Watched this show at first for a podcast interview with two mutuals and to do cross-comparison between both versions and I loved our critique and commentary with it. It was a valuable experience :)

I have posted quite some Aichan translations on this Tumblr and it’s all because of this show! Changed my life and I am paying attention to Aichan now! Thanks to the mutual who kindly recommended me shows and we talked lots about it! She’s very careful with what to portray and never fails to perform those roles, except she serves!! Real well! The Aichan phase was watching back more Cosmos Troupe and Star Troupe at the same time haha, so that was nice :)

(At the same time, was gifted some Aichan merch by another mutual. I have my first non-Rei bromide thanks to them lol!!)

5. Wings of the Heart – favourite fandom memory

Finally going to cinema livestreams in Hong Kong!!! 2021 wasn’t a chance because of (1) my exams and (2) the pandemic. My first experience was watching Snow Troupe’s “Yumesuke”/“Sensational” and my second was watching Flower Troupe’s “Years of Pilgrimage”/ “Fashionable Empire”. I even mailed our second livestream photos to Rei, hope she receives them well!!! :)

6. Where is God? – shocking Hankyu announcement

Taidan announcements of two Top Musumeyakus – Asazuki Kiwa from Snow Troupe and Jun Hana from Cosmos Troupe!

Ever since Hana Yuuki’s taidan, I was wary how Top Musumeyakus sometimes don’t have a long Takarazuka career, and recently a plausible trend of 27 months or so...? I don’t know math, but I do know that these two musumeyakus are talented and shine in their own way, it surprises me that they announced taidan this year...

I’ve been watching Kiwa as she went from Flower Troupe to Snow Troupe and in various performances. So you could say I was more familiar with her. From her newcomers’ performance with Rei in “New Genji’s Tale” to “Masquerade Hotel”, to also seeing her in cinemas for “Yumesuke”. I finally understood how it felt shocking when you literally watched her the day before and it was announced the next day... 3 days left, but I hope Kiwa can do well till Tokyo Senshuuraku!

Jun Hana’s a different story. I wasn’t much of a Cosmos Troupe fan but I was easily drawn to her despite not seeing too much of her performances. I’ve seen her Irene Adler in “Sherlock Holmes” and love her portrayal with it. I’ve seen more of her actually in some short bangumis, where she just smiled a lot and was really cheerful! She’s a floofball of joy and often had so great and adorable reactions that also made Yurika (Makaze Suzuho) and Kiki (Serika Toa) laugh. Watched some small clips of her impersonation in “Fly With Me” concert and she really made the effort! Will be sad to see her go in “Casino Royale” but I certainly respect that she wanted to leave with Yurika, and show off those earrings! <3

7. The Final Dance – favourite duedan?

Top Hat duedan! Because it is “Let’s Face the Music and Dance” but in a Latin way? I don’t know, it’s very chic to me. And I remember it’s Rei single-handedly carrying Madoka in spins so like, that’s a plus point like, wow. (I’m not too great at describing duedans, forgive me <3)

8. My Everlasting Dream – most rewatched show

Even though I haven’t watched for the past month, it should be “Years of Pilgrimage”? Yeah, that one.

I remembered preparing a lot beforehand this performance – reading some articles about Liszt, listening to Liszt’s pieces, making a powerpoint over it, recording a podcast episode after it, translating and subbing it, which definitely took many rewatches.

9. Fascinating Rhythm – zuka song stuck in mind

I don’t have one that stays through the whole year, but since I’m translating “Love Burns in Firenze”, I have to say the ominous “Oh Firenze” (おおフィレンツェ). I remember Rei was saying, “I love how the underclassmen are so lively and performing that scene so well!” But the celebration vibe and the tragic things happening at the same time – the irony and juxtaposition of it is uncanny. It makes me pull my hair. As much as the Flower Troupe members are working their heart for it, their enthusiasm makes it even more laughable in the circumstances of Firenze.

10. Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend – favourite costume?

If I could, I would say Rei, because she’s a walking closet but last year I cheated and chose 2, so I’ll do so the same this year LOL (not choose 2, I mean I’ll cheat).

I’ll nominate the finale costumes for the Top Stars for the following performances (because I’m not really a person that is selective on costumes, all of them are so good!)

Flower Troupe – Rei in Fashionable Empire (this was previously worn by Maa-sama (Asaka Manato) in Classical Bijoux”)

Moon Troupe – Tsukishiro Kanato in Full Swing

Snow Troupe – Ayakaze Sakina in Soukyuu no Subaru

Star Troupe – Rei Makoto in Gran Cantante

Cosmos Troupe – Yurika in Capricciosa

11. Cool Beast!! – ridiculous costume

Not ridiculous but cute. This is also someone I’ve been watching and recently picked up on more due to mutual’s recommendations. Seo Yuria from Star Troupe’s horse costume in Gran Cantante, haha!

12. Greatest Moment – special moment on stage

Yuzuka Rei and Minami Maito’s “Hotspring of Love” in Fashionable Empire – dubbed by their douki, Hinami Fuu.

The lights turn off so quickly and I was often frustrated but now I know from their douki that they need privacy in their hotspring, and I fully respect it ;) (I am still thinking which of the 3 bromides from Takarazuka Grand Theatre, Tokyo Takarazuka Theatre or National Tour should I purchase)

13. Musical

I’ve already explained but “Years of Pilgrimage”.

I’m a pianist and I couldn’t compare myself to the musician difficulties because I’m not a professional one but like somehow I sympathise and empathise with the history of Liszt and the complexities he dealt with. Not saying that I have those, but I surely understood how competition constantly comes from others but also within yourself. And sometimes, it could be dangerous pushing yourself too much to boundaries you can’t reach. So Rei playing as Liszt means a lot to me, more than her playing the piano (which was my 6. Shocking Hankyu Announcement last year) but also how in-depth she went in for the character.

There certainly isn’t that historical revolution and aristocratic vs artistes class struggle in current times, but that comparison stays constant and rings closest to home for me.

14. Revue

“Fashionable Empire” because I do agree with Rei, I do love the “MOMENT” scene and the badass finale scene.

"MOMENT” scene is where everyone just have fun. Gonna quote the lyrics here and you’ll see why I like it.

I suddenly think about the bygone days I can only stand at this moment Now Looking back, all of these are a fantasy The wind blows them away

To the people wandering in the generations There's nothing that won’t change Even though I know it, my heart longs for A promise that will never change

When Today becomes Tomorrow It’s normal that everything will become the Past Still, we become too lonely about that I don’t want those to disappear

Maybe tomorrow, this thought Will be blown to the far ends to wherever Vanishing

Now at this time You’re not alone Open your eyes There’s friends next to your side We can talk about anything and speak like fools It’s casual but I’m happy with my friends Everyone walks alone but Meeting you here

In this time that’s passed We walk, hand in hand Living together and looking forward to Tomorrow Because no one will know about Tomorrow Living Now with no regrets Let’s smile and walk together

From Past to Future, and the Present that connects Let’s live on

That we can live in the same time (Can live) Because of this Moment, this is a miracle In the same place Understanding each other’s thoughts Nothing can ever replace that In this moment (We believe) Let’s walk together (To Tomorrow) I won’t know (But) In this time Let’s live in this time Now (Let’s live on in this time)

No words, JUST LOOK AT HOW COOL THEY ARE.

Anyway 13 and 14 is just like: I have to give it for the only GT production of Flower Troupe!

#takarazuka revue #end of year takarazuka tag #end of year takarazuka tag 2022 #end of year zuka tag 2022 #endofyearzukatag2022 #takarazuka

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lohkeuncensored · 5 months

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Sometimes ranting about my issues help, but you're not obligated to pay attention

I've never failed anything school related; I was close once, back when I was 15, but I've always pulled through with mediocre to high grades.

The way things are going right now, that might change soon.

I'm on the 5th semester of my bachelors and I am so burnt out. I've gotten through a lot by the help of spite, but this semester (which I started out being so excited and interested) have drained me so much. And I blame all of it on my study group.

We are four in the group. Me, Tamara, Klaus and Martin. The class was split into two special lines at the end of the 4th semester, which made it difficult to create my own group for this semester as we were told to, as all the people I talked to chose the other special line of the education.

Tamara asked me if I wanted to group up, which I agreed to. I was just happy to be asked, you know?

The school wanted us to create 3-man groups, but on the first day after summer vacation it turned out that there was two 2-man groups, so we were combined into one 4-man group. I should have protested that.

Klaus was new to the class, as he'd just gotten back from a year with being sick due to stress, so I don't really blame him for anything; I know things can be hard, and I understand the struggles. Basic empathy, right?

The second time he called out from having a bad day, we all told him that we hoped that he'd feel better soon, as you do. And then the other two started talking about him in class, while he was home: they agreed that mental issues was just a bad excuse, and that you just had pull yourself together get past it. So, it was confirmed that I wouldn't be able to talk with them if I had issue, got it.

I told Klaus, privately, to let me know if there was anything I could do to help and that the others weren't as understanding to mental struggles.

We've been projecting a renovation of a 215 year old hospital/school building, and distributed different parts of the building between us. I got the top floor and the roof, and was to find a solution for getting more natural light.

The building is currently condemned due to mold, so we were geared up like we were in Breaking Bad when we got to go and see it.

Anyway, back to my issue.

I did sketches upon sketches of potential solutions, and we discussed it in the group, as one should with it being a group project, but every time I opened the digital model that we'd started on Martin had been in there and changed things in my work.

"Why is there a glass wall on my floor?" Martin thought that the best way to get natural light in a symmetrical building was to remove the right side of the hipped roof, making the ridge go all the way out the the wall and then put in a glass wall instead of bricks.

"Who moved the gypsum wall on my floor?" Martin thought that I had placed it wrong and moved it without asking.

On the topic of possible solutions for more natural light, I barely managed to suggest a dormer before Martin loudly proclaimed "no" and when asked for a reason, he said "because they're ugly" instead of being constructive.

Besides there being tonnes of more examples like this, he's also said things like "I have a friend who'd siding with Palestine, which is clearly wrong," and it feels like there's been at least one racist or general chauvinist comment on a daily basis, and it's just built up.

When I've complained to the others, they've been understanding and seemingly on my side, until I've tried to confront Martin on his behavior. I understand Klaus not wanting to get into a confrontation; he barely knows us and is still trying to get past his own issues. Tamara on the other hand are "apparently" trying to be neutral and find a middle road, without really noticing that Martin is messing with things that were already approved by the group and ruining several hours of my work without reason. But hey, it's not her work that he's messing with, so it's not that bad, right?

I tried to tell him that if there was things he was unhappy with, he should tell us when it first discussed, instead of bringing it up weeks later, when I'm about to put the finishing touches on my work. He legitimately just dismissed my complaint and ignored me, so yeah, I admit it, I got a bit emotional due to the disrespect. I'm a crier because no one ever taught me how to regulate my emotions, and I don't deal overly well when people won't listen to me.

And then fucking Tamara interfered by, condescendingly, saying "you shouldn't get emotional, Lohke. You're an adult and about to soon enter the workforce and no one wants to hire someone emotional."

Admittedly, I blew a casket.

I stood up and yelled at her "that it just doesn't always work like that, Tamara!" and fucked off to go cry in the bathroom.

I'm the oldest one of the four of us, but honestly Tamara seems to be of the idea that she's the most mature, presumably because she is the only one who has a child.

I can not with people talking down to me like that. I've been in the workforce for close to a freaking decade, and I've never been treated with this level of disrespect from someone who wasn't family before.

The last couple of months since then, I've stopped coming with inputs to the project, because I honestly don't care anymore. Everything has piled up too much and I've fallen into a hole of apathy, that I can't claim out of.

The exam is soon and I'm not overly hopeful.

If you've read this far, please cross your fingers that I'll at least manage a passing grade. Thanks.

#personal #mental struggles #i hate group projects

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Hey, it's me again. Still really sad about the Gamora situation.

I remember I was so heartbroken when in Endgame Rocket said he lost all his family but didn't mention Gamora. I thought it was because they didn't know how to handle her in the future, because there was the possibility for the real her to return. I thought one of the mission of the team in GOTG3 would have been find a way to bring her back or her memories and maybe fail but TRY at least. But it wasn't like this.

I'm ok with her staying dead but the problem is we never had a moment to MOURN her with the other characters. God, Yondu had a funeral. Everybody cried. It seems that since we have this other Gamora, she didn't really die, just decide to forget everything and move away. But they made clear they're two different people too so we needed that moment dedicated to her death. Where everyone grieves, not just sad stares from Peter and Nebula.

(Bonus: Once Gunn decided what to do with Gamora, why is just Peter that is depressed and drinks? Obviously he's one involved the most, but everyone else is ok then?)

I get GOTG3 it's Rocket movie, but since what happened to Gamora in IW/Endgame wasn't planned by Gunn, why not paying attention to her character too?

Sorry, maybe I wrote too much 😔

Lots of love 💕💕💕

It’s never too much and I’m very happy to hear from you and hear your thoughts 💖💖💖

I agree with you. I really feel like it would be easier for everyone to essentially move on from this if we could have seen the guardians mourn a little bit in some form. It’s really really weird that literally no one at any point really talks about it, everywhere from like you said about Rocket not mentioning her, to the guardians in Vol 3 brushing off death comments with “she’s not dead, she just doesn’t remember”.

I don’t really want any more guardians content, but I really hope if we DO get any more, it expands more on the things we missed, instead of trying to tell us a new story after vol 3. I’d love to see some stuff about the years in between vol 2 and infinity war, but I think there’s also a big opportunity for them to tell us more about how they grieved Gamora because ALL guardians content after infinity war has had this very distinct problem and I’m lowkey tired of waiting for it since it will probably never happen at this point. They had the perfect opportunity to do so in vol 3 and just didn’t do it so I doubt it’ll happen unfortunately but I’ll keep taking my copium

That being said, I’m like really fine that they didn’t do anymore time shenanigans in vol 3, and just had the story pretty simple and straightforward as far as marvel content is concerned, so I’m not too bothered that they didn’t like try to give her “her” memories back, but I get why you and a lot of other people would be disappointed. It seemed like a logical next step with how bizarre marvel movies have been getting.

#callie.txt #answered #summerbreeze #vol 3 questions #vol 3 spoilers

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i’m so shocked at some of the posts circulating, i’m guessing american, about how bad literacy is atm. it makes me wonder: is it the same here? are things that bad? are things much worse than i imagine?

slightly ot but i was talking with my history professor, who’s around my age, the other day and he has taught high school classes and he says college kids today are basically an extension of high schoolers in terms of responsibility and initiative. like they can’t do anything by themselves and have so much gaps in knowledge (even about current events). i’ve experienced this myself: if you ask them what happened in a certain century they simply don’t know even though they just studied History for 3 years in high school and just did a national exam to get into university. and they’re in the Humanities.... it’s dreadful

another thing i’ve noticed, between my first time in college 10 years ago and now, is that my zoomer classmates, for some inexplicable reason, don’t have high or even good levels of english fluency. how is this possible when english classes start in 1st grade now? and everything online is in english?

my professor thinks there’s a difference between students who go to university close to home and those who have to move. in the sense that those who leave are suddenly confronted with a new place, new people, a bigger school. while those who stay have the same life as they always had and college becomes an extension of high school and so they don’t have to develop the life & competency skills that moving for college enables. obviously that’s true..... but idt there’s a causation here. many people can’t move because of financial reasons. what i truly think about this Uni is that majors & professors aren’t very good or challenging enough. i genuinely think classes are too easy and because of that students don’t push themselves because they simply don’t have to to pass... if college feels like high school - and we meant in a general atmosphere and level of academic work - i think that’s because they’ve made college feel like high school instead of improving things.

i didn’t say this to him but if i had i know he’d say that things are dumbed down because kids now are less “capable” (and that professors are advised to not fail too many students because that reflects badly in the university...). well....that’s a vicious circle. i also don’t have any answers but from my own experience of being in college 10 years apart, and in different locations, i have noticed some of those differences but i think it’s just different places and different majors and different professors.

the 2nd year class i share two of my classes with are indescribably lazy though. in general. maybe only 2 or 3 have some initiative and pay attention in class. what i do think is that many of these kids either 1) didn’t want to go to college or go to college here and 2) wanted to get in another major but didn’t have the grades for it. on the other hand, i have a class with a 3rd year class from another major and a lot of them do engage and talk and discuss things in class and they’re obviously and genuinely interested in it.....but guess what, that’s the class with one of the best (and relatively demanding) professors i’ve come across in this Uni lol

#it literally depends on the major and professor #anyway what i think is that this major in particular is gonna disappear from this uni in a few years and honestly i'm not surprised #not just bc humanities aren't as popular now but also because it just isn't very good #text

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My personal top 37 for Eurovision 2023 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

24) Australia - as I place it here in the top I still have no idea what to think of this song? Whether it sounds cool or just out there :''

23) Belgium - song is okay, apparently he's a great performer which paired with a positive song usually means good news for Belgium (I wouldn't have given two cents to Laura Tesoro but that's what well-channelled charisma will do to a mid song), this can do very well

22) Latvia - this sounds so indie, which I like, but I'm usually more of a happy indie type, so this flies over my head a bit; the last bit in Latvian in stellar though, absolutely beautiful

21) Portugal - oh this is so portuguese, which I absolutely say as a compliment :'' it's actually quite good to see, especially after the sad parenthesis that their 2021 entry was for me

20) Israel - I…I mean, it's not bad I guess? It's a bit all over the place, also I just can't get myself to take the ''power of the unicorn'' thing seriously, like I have never heard of unicorns being associated to power? And why does she turn into a CENTAUR in the video?? The ''phenomenal'' part sounds annoyingly cool Her fandom is one of the worst this year btw, absolutely terrible

19) Poland - someone, for the love of all is right and fair, please come and get that BEJBA out of my mind lmao The song itself is alright, it's outrageously catchy but she can't sing it and I think we all pay attention to it mostly because of memes and because of some scandal I heard happened with the Polish tv Oh, I never finished watching the official video because that part where she's eating with her mouth open is so gross lol

18) The Netherlands - this walks on the very fine line between very delicate and almost inconsistent, kinda like a candle flame that's about to be blown away by the wind Still haven't decided where exactly it stands for me :''

17) Armenia - this sounds like something I should like in theory, but I feel like there's a bit too much going on in it, like a lot of different pieces of a puzzle that I'm not sure fit too tightly with one another

16) Georgia - As it is, it has too harsh a start and I find it a bit repetitive It is undoubtedly cool, but I think it could have been even better, also a mention is due to how godawfully written the lyrics are :'' Had this been in Georgian it would have slapped buttcheeks though

15) Malta - I actually like this, it's groovy and SO cozy at the same time, and I find myself randomly going ''…do you wanna DANCE'' during my day lol The sweater gimmick is cute

14) Iceland - I actually enjoy this BUT in small doses, because both the song and her voice are quite explosive and if I listen to them excessively they kinda tire me in a way? The P-p-p-p-power bit is actually my favourite

13) Denmark - this song is so PASTEL asdfghjk everything about it is so cute and he looks like a fawn lol I guess I warmed up to vocoder effects, also unrelated but it's cool that he's Faroese

12) Ireland - pains me to say it, but Ireland's only purpose in Eurovision in this day and age is providing my guilty pleasures :'' They have failed few times in this since when I watch, and they certainly didn't fail this year :'' this is so cliché that it almost does a 180 degrees turn and becomes a cheesy anthem that can be enjoyed in moderation

#eurovision 2023 #eurovision song contest #personal top

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4 tips to get started with affiliate marketing

Over the past decade, we've gotten closer to a concept that seems too good to be true.

Passive income from affiliate marketing. Is that possible? Fund your account without lifting a finger?

The short answer is yes! long answer?

Let's just say there is a learning curve. But if you're just getting started with affiliate marketing, or thinking about it, here are four key tips for becoming a successful affiliate marketer.

Let's dive in!

What is affiliate marketing?

There's no point in reinventing the wheel here, so here's the Wikipedia definition:

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The more people buy the products you promote, the higher your affiliate commission.

But before you make a single sale, you need to have the right mindset. Like any other source of income, there is a business side to this whole journey, so your spirit needs to be dressed to impress.

To that end, here are his four affiliate marketing tips for getting your foot in the door.

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What do you want to talk about

Are there things in your life that add value to you or others?

Can I use this story to promote the product of my choice?

You can also choose products and solutions that have solved problems in your life in the past. Remember, products and offers that solve pressing and timely problems always sell like hot cakes.

2. Choose your target audience

Products are designed for his two markets:

consumer

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Until a few years ago, everyone believed that business-oriented products were more expensive, which could lead to higher commissions from the start.

The downside: There are fewer companies in the world than the average Joe.

On the other hand, Consumer products had lower prices but higher potential sales.

Over the past two years there have been changes such as:

There are countless quality consumer products out there, and the shift to remote working environments has increased the need for low-cost, business-focused products and services.

So the choice is yours!

Between B2B and B2C products, only your experience and what you are comfortable with matters.The growth and profit potential is the same for both target groups.

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You already know that you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket. Apply this ancient wisdom to affiliate marketing as well.

Even if you settle into a niche, different products and solutions address the same or related problems.

for example:

Where the primary affiliate offer is a mortgage program, additional offers may include home insurance. Or, if you're advertising a diet book, pay attention to the collagen creams they advertise.

See the big picture and try to put yourself in the shoes of a potential buyer. What do they need besides the top product you share?

4. Choose your advertising channel

Unfortunately, I've seen too many novice affiliates who want to do it all and fail. They invested time and money to learn marketing strategies that apply across the World Wide Web.

In fact, some of the most successful affiliate marketers focus on just one platform. There are many options:

Facebook

Youtube

Instagram

Blog (via SEO)

e-mail

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And each has its own rules.

Remember your goal is passive income. And while we're realistic and we know it takes time and effort to put in, the time it takes to be successful on one platform is slightly more average across all platforms than Much less.

So pick what you feel most comfortable with and stick with it!

Speaking of time, I have one more question.

How fast can you make money with affiliate marketing?

There is no answer to that. We are not selling you the dream of getting rich overnight.

It all comes down to your commitment and the time you invest in it. We've seen screenshots of seven-figure affiliate earnings in months, but according to Statista, only 9% of affiliate marketers in the US make more than $50,000 a year. Comparing that to minimum wage, it can still be considered a decent raise.

It should also be remembered that the entire affiliate marketing industry in the United States will be valued at $12 billion by 2023. So, if you put in enough effort, some of that profit could end up in your personal account.

Please note the following:

Consistency is key. Yes, you have options Yes, you may have to make difficult decisions. But in a week, a month, a year, you'll be glad you did!

I mean... start today!

#affiliate-marketing-for-beginners #affiliate products #passiveincome #make money as an affiliate #make money now

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