it is so fucking unbearable to love jameson because he is out there believing himself to be the lesser hawthorne brother. his grandfather told him to his face that he was ordinary compared to his siblings and that the only way to combat that was to be more. and so jameson cultivated his already-present need for more into something dangerous. everything he did revved up the adrenaline in his body, made him feel alive, made him feel important. and to watch him just struggle as he lets that voice in his head (his grandfather’s voice) win is AGONIZING. CAN HE JUST GO SKYDIVING WHILE KISSING AVERY OR SMTH LIKE PLEASE 🖐️😭
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Before I watched NPMD I saw a clip of "The Best of You" and assumed it was like the original Heather's heaven prom ending. (Glad its not because I would be devastated if Pete and Steph died) But feel like an ending like that would fit perfectly with the Hatchet field universe. And everyone who "died" being on stage kind of helps the idea so....
AU where the nerds still make the deal with the lords in black, BUT they never said WHEN they would take care of max. So Max kills Steph, Pete and Grace, then gets dragged down to the Black. Everyone wakes up at a never ending homecoming, thinking that everything is fine and it was all just a horrible dream. All the nerds reunite. Steph's dad is a chaperone. And even Max is there restored to his human self. Everyone is overwhelmed with joy, Max can't even remember why he used to bully these dudes. And they dance the eternal night away, unaware that it's all a prison the LIB made for them.
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" you wanna come to the festival happenin' this weekend?" naruto tosses out the invitation all of sudden. it just came to the forefront of his mind and he doesn't wanna forget. he bends down to pick up another kunai from their training session.
"i heard others from our class are gunna be there, figured it be cool to show up as group," he adds sending sakura a quick smile. he brings back all the weapons he collected and puts them in a pile. "if ya gotta work, call out." his blue eyes glitter with his tease. "it'll be fun! play some games and stuff ourselves full of good food." is he trying to entice her? totally.
the festival, right.
she'd nearly forgotten that it's this weekend had naruto not say anything. then again, sooner or later perhaps she could've expected ino to show up and remind her of it. it's a chance to let loose, the yamanaka heiress will predictably say, before sakura teases her on whether or not she's simply badgering sakura at all is because the blonde would be trying to distract herself from the fact that sai hasn't asked her out to the festival when he'd been dropping 'hints' – in whatever ways sai could drop any social hint – all month that he would.
speaking of ... maybe sakura could've had a hand in that. maybe. sai certainly seems fairly oblivious on things that comes quite naturally to others, but she still doesn't think he'd do anything to willingly lead ino on, and they'd be having a big problem the two of them if he were. but anyways— the one who came to her about the festival is definitely not ino. it's naruto. and while she doesn't think there ought to be anything particularly odd, or rather special, in his request, sakura still feels something in her lightens at the thought that he'd care to invite her at all.
she brushes threads of pink hair behind an ear, amused by the prospect of the festival he's offering to her. games and food, of course. not that sakura has any objection. it's perhaps the few things she truly has in common with the boys in team seven : she's competitive and food is heaven-sent, even if sakura can be quite forgetful of it during her shifts at the hospital. deciding to tease him, she cocks her hips, and raises an eyebrow; her tone half-mischievous, but mostly ( in an effort to sell the act ) suspicious.
❛ are you asking me out on a date, naruto-kun ? ❜ but the act cracks a little towards the end when sakura could barely hold her laughter, though she tries holding in the expression nevertheless, waiting for his reaction before a large smile overtakes her face, and she waves him off, grabbing the two water bottle for both of them respectively. ❛ i'm kidding ! i did have a few appointment set up that day but ... i think i can spare a few hours, sure. are you gonna come with a yukata then ? ❜
jana sending in soft things ♡
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The invitation in the mailbox surprised Randall when he checked it: He never got mail, never-why would he? Were it not for the beautiful scarlet wax seal emblazoned with an elegant cursive G, he might have just disregarded it and thrown it away.
Taking it inside as he fixed himself a cup of coffee, he was in the midst of taking a sip when his eyes registered the invitation, and he very nearly choked on his coffee as he realized what he was being invited to. Through watery eyes, Randall stared at the invitation (a very lavish-looking one, reserved no doubt for the Gracey's wealthiest friends), before looking to the additional letter, penned by Dorian, explaining his little plan and assuaging any fears his best friend may have had about attending the engagement party.
(A good thing too, because Randall was initially reluctant to accept, worried his presence might spoil everything-Dorian really had thought of everything, really, reassuring him that everything would be just fine.)
Still, as he looked over the letter and the invitation, certain now that he'd be there with bells on, he still couldn't help but think to himself: What would I wear? It wasn't like he could afford to run out and buy a new suit just for the party...
...but he could afford to make himself something new.
Reinvigorated, Randall grabbed his sketch journal and a fresh cup of coffee as he rushed upstairs to his sewing machine (a hand-me-down from his mother), grabbing an armful of fabric as he opened the window, allowing the mercifully cool breeze (and the nearby band music wafting through the air) to fill his room as he sat down, took a swig of coffee, and got to work.
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