The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t
go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were
knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your
With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in
the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on
the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky
and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t
go easy on me, I’m not a child.”
Just got back from watching Beauty and the Beast and oh my god???? I’M LITERALLY IN LOVE.
The Beast is a dork, Lefou is adorable and I was so happy for him in the end, and Emma Watson was absolutely amazing.
The scene near the end where it looked like they’d failed to lift the curse surprisingly reminded me a lot of Brook’s backstory from One Piece…
Over all an absolutely GORGEOUS rendition, and a beautiful way to fall in love with one of my childhood favourites all over again <3 Similar enough that it had all the things we adore about the story, but different enough that it kept you entertained, and even filled a few of the plot holes that were in the original animated movie <3
I think a lot about Nico trying over and over again to summon Bianca or his mother, only to get nothing for months. And the number of failed tries just kept growing, tens, twenties, and suddenly it was hundreds. And just when he had given up hope, Percy Jackson comes along and she appears. And the first thing she said? “Hello Percy” as if Nico wasn’t even there. And then Bianca, the only person he could remember caring about him, tells him she was hoping he would give up. And not even a day passes before he’s by himself again, with Minos filling him with rage. No wonder Nico was willing to trick Percy to get a shot at knowing anything about his mother. She was the only family he had, and he couldn’t even remember her name. But even with all this, he still made Hades promise not to hurt Percy.
Look, I’m not gonna act like there weren’t problems. There was too much going on in the small timespace they had to really flesh out everything they wanted to, and the season really suffered for that. At face value, this season was weak and, for most people, failed to meet the expectations left over from the amazing production of Season 1.
But it wasn’t meant to meet those expectations in the first place.
As some people have pointed out, Season 1 was meant to take place over the course of a longer time period than Season 2. Season 1 was introductory, it was meant to set up the characters, the premise, and the villains. And it delivered. The story took place over the course of 1-2 months, and the worldbuilding was kept to a minimum in order to place a focus on the characters.
Season 2? This was meant to expand the universe. It was meant to explore different species and planets, as well as give us insight to rebel groups formed from Galra and connect them to those key aspects of our main characters. They also tried to carry this out over what can amount to no more than 2 weeks within the universe.
How are you supposed to meet those expectations when premise of these seasons aren’t meant to be similar in any remote aspect? What relationships between characters are supposed to develop within two weeks? Season 2 wasn’t supposed to flesh out every character and work through their relationships with the rest of the team. They didn’t have the time.
Instead, Season 2 took a different route.
It laid the building blocks for the seasons to follow, and made sure to connect them properly. It’s primary focus was to introduce new worlds and emphasize Shiro’s connection to the black lion, and it made sure to focus on that because he would be gone by the end of the season. It set up Keith to take Shiro’s place if anything were to happen to him, but it made sure to emphasize Keith’s connection with the Red Lion as well, in order to make the audience wonder whether or not a switch would actually take place.
The Keith & Allura development was weak here because it was only meant to serve as the starting point for what is meant to be an important arc between the two of them (Shiro was the closest with both of them, after all). The season left hints to Lance’s insecurities because they’re meant to be explored more in correlation to Shiro having wanted Keith to lead Voltron, and Keith potentially wanting to pass that torch to Allura instead. And, although it was very subtle, there was some implications that if they had actually been successful in their battle with Zarkon, Hunk may not know whether or not he wanted to remain on Earth after he returned.
I have my problems with this season, too. There was much that could have been taken out or rearranged in a way that would have been much more satisfying, and frankly, may have served as better foundation for the next season. But that isn’t my point. My point is that despite the flaws and misdirection at times, this season laid the foundation for what’s to come, and plans to connect everything.
We just have to be willing to give it the time this season lacked.
(Can these plants live near the ocean? Heck if I know. I had five minutes to find plants that had magical properties. Please don’t hate me for any inaccuracies. Also, this differs a bit from the prompt; he’s a sea/garden witch, if that’s a thing. Oops. Song I used as inspiration is Storm Song by Phidel.)
He awoke in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun was peeking out over the horizon. With a soft sigh, he climbed out of his soft bed and threw open the curtains, revealing a beautiful sunrise over the vast ocean. It was a sight that never failed to take his breath away. He turned from the sight, walking back through his tiny bedroom to go make breakfast.
Along the way, he hummed to himself, some nonsensical tune that rose and fell as he pleased. As he hummed, the few plants he kept inside began growing, twisting, following the music. He felt his lips tug upwards into a small smile. They always did this; it was what made them so endearing to him.
After a small breakfast, he cleaned up, still humming his makeshift song. The plants he had set on top of his cabinets started reaching downward, playing with his dark hair. He laughed, breaking the tune as he brushed the intruding vines from his head. He couldn’t get mad at them; they were just playing. It was all just harmless fun.
Once everything was clean, he said his temporary farewell to his plants, leaving his cottage with them waving slightly in the breeze – or were they waving him goodbye? He never could tell. As he stepped outside, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the salty scent of the ocean. It surrounded him like a refreshing blanket, swaddling him in comfort and contentment. He smiled at the sight of the ocean, the waves crashing against the protruding rocks just off the coast. He took only a moment to appreciate the view, however, because his other plants were waiting for him. His jasmine was almost at full bloom, but it needed a bit of encouragement to finally open up.
He continued humming as he walked down the worn path to his garden, noting with amusement the grass and wildflowers poking up from their sleep and turning to follow his movements. When he reached his garden, messy rows and bushels of flowers and herbs planted with love and care, he smiled again. These were the ones he cared for the most, the ones who needed the most love in order to bloom. That’s why he planted them here, at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea, his mother in all but body. What love they couldn’t get from him, they could get from her.
He knelt down, picking a tiny sprig from his rosemary. Hmm, almost ready, but not quite. Well, there was only one thing he could do to fix that. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth and let out a song.
It was an ethereal, haunting melody, brimming with magic and potential. He sent his song out to his garden, encouraging them to grow strong and beautiful. He had no control over the words, nor did he want it. The song was its own creature; he was just its vessel. As he sang, his garden stirred, growing, twisting, reaching for him instead of the still-rising sun. And it wasn’t just his garden that answered. The sea, far down at the bottom of the cliff he called home, responded to his voice. Waves crashed harder against the rocks, adding a wonderful harmony to his melody.
When his plants began twining themselves around his ankles and wrists, slipping around his waist and up his back, he knew his song had to come to an end. They could be too friendly, too loving. He would hate to have to rip them off his body, hurting them for their love for him. So he let his song taper out, ending in a single, soft note that stretched out seemingly for eternity. He smiled as he gently twisted his plants from around his body, setting them back down on the ground. They reached up weakly, but the magic was already fading. They would not be able to move until he sang again tomorrow.
With his small basket hanging from his arm, he went around and carefully picked what herbs he needed for that week, making sure to ask each and every plant if it was okay for him to take from them. Each said yes, for his song had given them more than what they themselves needed. He plucked only a little from each herb and flower: mandrake for love, sage for cleansing, heather for luck, rosemary for healing, and jasmine for his evening tea.
Though he stood with every intention of going straight back to his cottage, he hesitated. No, that could wait. Right now, he had to go and watch the sun finish rising above the ocean. He sat down on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling over the edge. He held no fear as he did so; if he fell, the sea would surely catch him. As the breeze ruffled his hair, he smiled and began humming. It was a different tune, more fluid than before. The ocean responded in kind, throwing waves higher and higher in an effort to reach him.
Tomorrow, he decided. Tomorrow he would go and visit the sea. But for right now, with his garden behind him and the ocean below him, he was content.
Things about the OiYama 50 First Dates AU because I’ve been thinking about it A Lot:
- Karasuno first years were all roommates at uni before the accident
- Yamaguchi was visiting home for the weekend and got into a car accident with his mother on the way to the store
- He was in a coma for 2 months before waking up. The doctors kept him for monitoring for a few more weeks. After having to explain why he was in the hospital every single day without fail they discovered he had severe damage to his temporal lobe and can’t process any new memories. (He loses all his memory of the day when he sleeps but he can remember everything leading up to the day of the accident)
- His parents take him home and live every day over and over and Yamaguchi is none the wiser, thinking he’s just on break from uni
- This goes on for over a year
- Seijoh third years and Kuroo and Bokuto are all close friends and typical party boys and enjoy sleeping around a lot
- Oikawa has issues with commitment and constantly has one night stands with promised phone calls that never happen
- He sees Yamaguchi in a cafe one day and immediately wants to Tap That
- Suga and Daichi own the cafe and are very aware of Yamaguchi’s situation
- Oikawa comes back every day for a week and Yamaguchi is always there eating his french fries and reading a book (it’s the same book every day but Oikawa just figures the boy must really like that book)
- Finally he gets up the nerve to strike up a conversation with the boy and they get along great and he reacts well to his flirtatious advances
- He asks Yamaguchi if he wants to go back to his place with a wink and Yamaguchi is just like ???? No? And he gets indignant and offended because he doesn’t put out on the first date
- And Oikawa is just like, well can I take you out again then? Because damn if this boy isn’t intriguing and hot
- Yamaguchi eventually agrees to meet Oikawa at the cafe again the next day at the same time
- When Oikawa shows up the next day and sits by Yamaguchi asking jokingly if he was ready to sleep with him yet, Yamaguchi looks at him terrified before shakily asking him to leave or he’ll call the cops
- Oikawa is stunned before Daichi is grabbing him and dragging him out of the cafe
- Suga angrily explains everything to Oikawa and warns him to stay away from Yamaguchi
- Cue Oikawa coming back again every now and then and starting random conversations with Yamaguchi, much to Suga and Daichi’s annoyance
- At first Oikawa only does it because it annoys Suga and Daichi and he can flirt with Yamaguchi all day with no strings attached
- But oh no Oikawa catches feelings and that is not good because Yamaguchi will never know who he is
- He attempts though and eventually Suga and Daichi see he’s serious and help him out
- Through videos and journals he explains every day about Yamaguchi’s accident and they start a very shaky relationship that Yamaguchi has to be told about every single day
- Lots of angst and bittersweetness ensue of course
God someone kick me so I actually write this instead of just thinking about it and making myself angry
@kinqshley Requested : bucky tries and fails to make breakfast for you the first night he sleeps over :3
Thanks for the prompt, bud :) I had fun with this. (so much fluff!!)
You opened your eyes with a yawn and an intense morning stretch. You wrapped yourself in the blankets you kept on your bed and rolled over to see… Nothing. He wasn’t there. You sat up and looked around the room for signs of Bucky. His shoes were by the door and his jacket was on the edge of the bed. So, he hadn’t left. That was a good sign. Maybe that meant last night had been successful. He had spent the night, for the first time, in hopes that your company would help ward off his vivid nightmares. The two of you had only been together for a few months, it took him a few weeks for him to open up to you about the dreams he was having and you wanted nothing more than to help him.
There was a crash in the kitchen that made you jump. Your heart raced and you reached into your bedside table and pulled out your gun. You didn’t become the governments top spy by using a butter knife. You crept to your bedroom door, and peaked through the sliver between the door and the frame, which gave you a clear view of the kitchen.
You sighed with a grin when you saw Bucky trying to sort through the pots and pans in a cupboard next to the oven. You put your gun away and ran your fingers through your hair, hoping to tame the wild mess on top of your head. You opened the door and let the creak of the hinges alert Bucky of your presence. Sneaking up on him wasn’t a good idea, especially since the main reason he slept over was from the nightmares he’d been having. Last thing you wanted to do was scare him during the day time, too.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky mumbled when he heard you. When he turned to you you got a good look at your once pristine kitchen. There were egg shells every where and on egg had fallen from the counter and broke on the floor. There was a plate by the sink that had a pile of what could only be burnt scrambled eggs. There were miscellaneous herbs and spices scatterd across the counter and one frying pan that was missing a handle and was folded in half.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” He went on, ashamed. “But I was trying to make us omelets and I accidentally broke your pan. I’m really sorry. I just…” He turned away from you and his eyes darted back and forth across the stove top at the mess he had created. “I just wanted to make breakfast.”
You grinned and stood behind him wrapping your arms around his waist. He really was trying very hard and it was adorable.
“Its okay, that pan was on its last leg anyways.” You smiled into his back. “Did you sleep okay?”
You felt the coolness and the warmth of his arms hugging yours. “Yes, thank you. It’s been months since I’ve slept through the night.”
He turned you around and cupped your face in his hands. He just looked at you for a moment before the shine of his prosthetic caught his eye. He pulled the metal away from your face, which he thought was too delicate to be touched by something that caused so much destruction.
You could see him having another flashback. “James,” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and his eyes snapped back to yours. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast? There is this really cute diner not too far from here. Besides, I may not know how you cook but I’m pretty sure you will never be able to top this place’s pancakes.” You gave him a wink and a smile.
Bucky picked you up and placed you on the one empty counter that hadn’t been covered in his failed breakfast mess. He stood in front of you and wrapped you in a hug, burying himself into your neck.
“Why are you so good to me?” He asked into his T-Shirt, that you had now claimed as your own.
You smiled and played with his long brown hair, kissing his forehead. “Because.”
“Because why?” His voice was completely muffled from his mouth being in the crook of your neck.
You chuckled at his child-like need for answers but sighed when the truth came to you. “Because you deserve some good, James. I know that I didn’t know you in the 40’s but Steve talked about you all the time. You protected him and defended him and then did the same for your country. You have a good heart and you deserve you be treated well, and to be able to sleep through the night.”
"(Y/N), you’re straight outta my dreams, ya know that?“ He said before kissing you. As he closed the distance between you, you thought you saw tears in his eyes but the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours and your mind drifted.
This kiss wasn’t like any of the other ones you had shared, this one wasn’t desperate or fueled by passion and desire. This one was gentle and almost seemed grateful, as if he was trying to tell you that he didn’t deserve you. But that wasn’t true, you both deserved each other. You both deserved a win.
He pulled back and a tear had run down his cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb and kissed the tear stained cheek. You leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “I love you, James.”
Suddenly, you were off the counter and in his arms. Bucky carried you back to your room and placed you on the bed. He carefully laid down on top of you and began to cover you with kisses that had that familiar flame you were so used to. You struggled, but finally pushed him back far enough to look at him.
“What about breakfast?” You chuckled.
He grinned. “We’re gonna need to push it back to an early lunch.”
“Why?” You smiled and pretended to be oblivious to what he was doing.
Can I just talk about how clever the climax of Doctor Strange is? Like I swear this is the most clever third act in all of the MCU films. We have a guy who really doesn’t want to kill anyone, he only kills one character out of complete self-defense and technically it was Christine that killed that character unknowingly. But that death means something and he just doesn’t want to kill anyone else and Mordo tells him that they have to kill sometimes and Strange says, “You lack the imagination” and Mordo says he lacks the spine and a lesser movie would’ve had Strange learn that he has to kill in order to save the day and have Mordo be the one that got the final word BUT NO because in that climax he DOES use his imagination and NOBODY DIES and he does it through the one thing The Ancient One said kept him from greatness: failure. And he fails over and over and over and in the end saves the day. It was magnificient and I love this film so much.
December eighth; Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer by Jack Carroll
She sat on the couch with her stuffed animal and a blanket over her legs. Her eyes were glued onto the tv and I kept an eye on her while on the phone with Y/N, who was at the hospital.
“Is she okay?” YN asked me over the line. “She’s fine; she’s just watching some cartoons. How’s the baby?” I replied.
“Our baby is fine. He’s sleeping right now. Will you bring her tomorrow?” “I will. We’ll be there all day if we have to.”
“I love you.” “I love you, too.” I hung up the phone and walked over to our daughter who was sitting on the couch.
Her hair was in what was my failed attempt at a braid. Strands were all over the place and she had some chocolate on top of her lip. I licked my thumb and removed the food stain, which went unnoticed by her.
“What’re you watching?” I asked her.
She shrugged her shoulders and just pointed at the screen. “That.”
I look at the screen and she leans against my body. The show that had enthralled her attention was Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Not once did she blink as her eyes were truly glue onto the claymation in front of her. The theme song began playing and she stood up on the couch and started to softly bounce along to the beat of the song.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. “Daddy, what’s a Rudolph?”
“He’s a reindeer,” I replied.
“Ohh.” She nodded. She turned her head to the screen, started jumping, stopped, and looked at me. “Daddy, what’s a reindeer?”
“Remember when we visited grandma and grandpa back in Canada?” I ask and she nods. “Those large, brown animals with the giant antlers we saw, the moose?” She nods her head again. “They’re like that, but smaller.”
“So they have their own show?” “No.”
“Then why does the Rudolph have a song for him? Did you write it for him?”
I let out a little laugh and hold her hand. “No, baby. Someone else did. He has his own song because he’s special.”
“Why is he special?” “Because he had a red nose.”
“So he’s cold? My nose gets red when I’m cold, where’s my song?” “He has his own song because he did something good.”
“I do good things. Where’s my song?”
At this point she was no longer giving her attention to the television, but to me. Her brown hair hung to her shoulders and she looked at me with her eyes that looked just like her mothers.
“Baby, just watch the show and you’ll know what good thing he did.” I say and kiss her hand. She sat down and crossed her legs like a pretzel and held her bare feet. “I still want a song.” She grumbled.
Slowly but surely she started to get hooked onto the show again. The phone rang and I got up to go answer it.
“Hello?” I answered. “How is she?”
“She just discovered Rudolph and is mad she doesn’t have a song about her.” I replied. “Did you tell her you wrote a whole album about her?”
“If she doesn’t understand the concept of a reindeer, I don’t think she’s going to understand what an album is. Wait, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” “I can’t sleep. Sing me to sleep?”
“Hang on.” I walk over to the couch and hand the phone out to Jane. “Jane, baby, mommy’s on the phone.”
Jane grabs the phone and places it to her ear. “Mommy, do you know who Rudolph is?”
I laugh that she would rather ask her mom about a children’s character than ask where she is. She continues talking for about two minutes before passing the phone back to me.
“Mommy wants you.” She says, her eyes still on the tv as she holds the phone out to me.
“You told her who Rudolph is?” I ask into the line. “No, I told her you would tell her.”
“What?” “Goodnight, Shawn, I love you.” “Goodnight, love you, too.”
I hang up the phone and bring my attention back to Jane. She holds her stuffed animal instead of her feet as she continues to watch the show, her jaw gasping a few times.
“Daddy, they’re being mean to Rudolph.” Jane says. “Make then stop it. That’s not nice.”
“Just keep watching.” I tell her.
“Daddy, stop them! They can’t do that.” Her bottom lip begins to tremble and I mute the tv.
“Okay, Rudolph is a deer with a red nose. They pick on him because he’s different. But in the end, he saves the day.” I tell her. She turns to face me with her big eyes.
“He’s a superhero?” She asks me. “Yes, in a way. He saves Christmas.”
“He does?!” “Yeah. Just keep watching, okay?”
I un-mute the show and Jane rests her head on my lap. I bring the blanket over her body and tuck her hair behind her ear as she watched the screen.
“Daddy, I’m tired.” She says a half hour later. “You want me to carry you to bed?” I ask and she nods. “Alright, lets go.”
She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso as I stand up and carry her up the stairs and to her bedroom. I tuck her into her bed and sit down on the mattress.
“How did Rudolph save Christmas?” “Santa had to deliver presents and it was a dark night. So they had Rudolph lead the way with his red nose.”
“Daddy?” “Yes, princess?”
“Were the other reindeer nice to Rudolph?” Jason asks as she yawns, revealing her missing teeth.
“They all became friends.” I say. “Good. Goodnight daddy.” “Goodnight Jane.” I lean down and kiss her forehead before turning on her night light and heading towards the door.
“Daddy?” Jane asks. “Yes?” I say with my hand on the doorknob.
“Can you write a song for me?” “Baby, I have a thousand songs just for you.”
“Alright, you may leave.” Your teacher sighed, having counted down to the last second of your detention. One hour you’d been kept behind after school and you knew your brothers would be beginning to wonder where you were- providing they weren’t too busy on a hunt to notice.
You slung your backpack over your shoulders and nearly made it out the door before your teacher’s voice cut you off: “Oh, and Y/N.”
“Yes?” You turn on your heels, still desperate to escape.
“I want that homework on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. Without fail. Understand?” They frowned, folding their arms over their chest to show they were serious.
“I do, sorry again.” You apologised, having turned around and started walking towards the gates out.
You pulled out your phone and texted your brother Dean, he didn’t idolise education quite as much as Sam so maybe he wouldn’t be as angry.
Hey, Dean. Fancy picking me up from school? I had to stay behind.
He answered back almost immediately.
Sure thing, sis. Be right there.
You sighed with relief, glad he hadn’t questioned you any further.
**** **** **** ****
“So what did you have to stay behind for?” Sam asked before you were barely on the car.
“Uh, just, stuff.” You avoid his frown and slump in the back seat.
“You got a detention didn’t you?” Sam sighed.
Damn your brother and his superhuman powers of perception.
You nod lightly “I might have.”
“Y/N…” Sam shook his head, you could tell he was disappointed.
“What did you do?” Dean asked.
“I didn’t do my homework, I was going to but the hunt got in the way and I forgot I had any.” You admit.
“Ah well, we’ll be moving on soon, you can say goodbye to their sorry asses.” Dean encouraged.
“Dean,” Sam stated through gritted teeth “Y/N, you should try harder with your school work.”
“I know…” You sigh.
“At least try, for me?” Sam asked, doing that annoying puppy dog eye thing. he might’ve been your older brother but he was just a giant dork.
“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes, giving in.
“Thank you.” He grinned, and you could tell he meant it.
Dean shook his head and tutted before whispering “Nerds.”
I got all the ingredients together for making a simple cake
for Steve and I. We both decided to make it together. I mixed all the
ingredients in the bowl saving flour for the end. I tried opening it but it was
a fail. I thought Steve was near the stove getting the oven ready. Not knowing
that he was right over my shoulder, I turned around abruptly wanting to ask
Steve to open it for me. “Ste-“ and, boom.
As the packet hit his shoulder it burst open covering both me
and Steve in flour, well, mostly Steve. “I’m so sorry! Steve I’m really sorry” I kept repeating apologizes when I saw
his beautiful blue eyes sparkle and give me that devious smirk of his. “Oh no”
Steve immediately grabbed the bag from me and poured it all
over me laughing hysterically. I gasped “Steve!”
and playfully glared at him. “That’s it you’re gonna get it” I said making Steve immediately stop and back away from me. Now
it was my turn to smirk evilly and throw the eggs at him.
After about 15 minutes of laughing and glaring, the kitchen,
it was a complete mess. There was food everywhere and the half-finished cake
lay there forgotten. Both of us were complete covered in all kinds of food. After
a while, smiling Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his chest coiling
both of his arms tightly around me
and trapping me, making me blush.
I heard him chuckle deeply as he kissed my nose “you’re too cute”. Smiling and looking at me
lovingly, he kissed my cheek, and then my forehead with his lips lingering
there for a while and after that he came towards my lips. Teasing me, he kissed
the side of my lips and smirked when I whined. I couldn’t take it anymore so I pulled
him towards me in a sweet and meaningful kiss filled with so much love.
Today marks 1 month I’ve been clean and sober. For those of y'all that weren’t with me before, I kept drinkin’ (in moderation) while I tried to get clean before this last relapse. So being clean and sober is a whole new world for me.
This whole journey has been hell to say the least. Last month I blew over 7 months of being clean down the drain over ridiculous triggers. I have been beating myself up for it ever since, which has made stayin’ clean & sober even harder. I’m slowly accepting that I failed and that is part of relapsing. I’ve grit my teeth and bared it this past month but my willpower has never been stronger. Don’t get me wrong, the cravings are intense and overwhelming at times (I sure do miss heroin and my jack and honey…) but I’ve powered through. I’m learnin’ day by day to focus on the positives, not dwell on the negatives and what I failed at. I’m not what the toxic people in my life (past and present) painted me out to be. I’m not what my disorders and addictions paint me out to be. Although I don’t always believe that, deep down I know it’s true. With the help of a bunch of y'all on here, meetings, church, family, close friends and therapists, for once in my life I feel like I have a chance at fuckin’ making it.
Okay, I was extremely happy with Donnie getting pissed off like that. Honestly, when I first started writing tmnt fanfiction, I wanted to portray just how much Donnie does and how he’s one of the strongest links. How he’s always relied on and put under pressure. Even though I’ve kinda strayed from that in my fics just a tad, I still feel that way.
I understand Leo really wants to save Karai, but Donnie was stressing over this. Literally beating himself up over it. Leo’s comment rubbed salt in the wound- no, it literally tore open the seams.
How many countless hours, nights, or days has Donnie spent trying to find a solution? How many sleepless nights did he look over his calculations, only to fail in the end, and go back to his clipboard?
So many times Donnie was made to solve everything. I mean, look at the Mega-shredder episode, they kept asking him what to do, even though he was asking himself the same thing. They literally kept trying to pressure him to find a way to defeat it (which he eventually found it’s weakness).
Then in the Creeping Doom, (where he slaved over reverse engineering the brainworm), no one knew how to do a thing without his smarts. They were winging it, and trying their hardest to defeat the threat. Without him, they didn’t know what to do! But hey, he came in just in the nick of time and saved them. He found a way to take care of Creep Weed.
So when he blew up on Leo, I could see his frustration. He literally slammed his clipboard to the ground, and at that moment, I was squealing. Not because I want a fight, but because Donnie finally stood up for himself. There’s just so much pressure on him…and I hope that we get more of that in the future. I’ve been waiting so long for this, since before season 3, for this moment.
I seriously hope Donnie will keep developing as a character.
It had to have been at least a week and Ryan didn’t know why things kept blowing up in their faces, he was getting tired of the constant fighting over the simplest of things. They never used to be like this and he couldn’t figure out what had changed between them, it was like one day they were perfectly fine and normal but then the next they were arguing about the stupidest things. Eventually Ryan started to just admit defeat to make Ezekiel happy, say that he was wrong- even if he wasn’t, thank you very much- and hope that it would end the little argument but without fail it would always somehow start up all over again, which looked to be right about now in fact.
“What’s wrong now, Ezekiel?” Ryan sighed, turning his head in his direction, his voice sounding more tired than it did angry. The other boy hadn’t even said anything yet, at this point he just expected there to be some kind of little issue that could easily be fixed but of course it was in some way worth fighting over.. He looked up at him and waited for an answer.
➮ Hyukjae wiping sweat for donghae with tissue and put the tissue at donghae’s mouth .Hae pick up the used tissue from floor and wipe hyuk sweat and also squeeze into hyuk mouth
➮ Donghae threw Hyuk’s jacket on the floor and Hyuk told him to pick it up lol so donghae picked it and placed it over Hyuk’s shoulders ㅋ.Hyuk took away his jacket and put in on hae, so he was wearing his jacket on his back and hyuk jacket on the other side He kept turning around and say “donghae” “eunhyuk”
➮ Donghae carried Hyuk over his shoulders. Hyuk pat Hae’s butt and Hae squeezed Hyuk’s butt .Then after that Hyuk said he feels good XD
➮ Hyuk said “did u buy our album” ? Really? Then lets do a test" He started singing “you r my precious” but we didnt follow so he turned away and said “the concert is over” He tried again and we failed hahaha so he went to sit on the floor&made crying sounds .Hae says he’s speechless.
➮ Hyuk:i dont know if there’s recording today so when you see camera, pls show expression and lip sync. hae was singing “ur my precious…” And hyuk was miming elf singing and being cute XD
➮ Hae:if all of you dont remember the lyrics today i am not letting you go home.only if you remember then i would let all of you go one by one.otherwise i will “chu” you all at the side non stop!
Hyuk:watch your lips!!
➮ Hae:did everyone buy our album?
Hae:so why is it that all of you dont know our songs?did you all buy them to use as tables to eat ramen??
Hyuk:you all just want to use the albums to exchange for the photocrads,you cant be like that!you have to listen to it if you buy the albums!
➮ Hae:you all our mothers,you must be very happy that your sons are so grown up.it’s nice to raise us isn’t it? Hyuk:thanks you everyone for giving birth to us. Hae:there are so many mothers ,where were you born from? Hyuk:..from under a foot…
➮Hae : when singing mother I think of my mum and all the ELF mums, the feeling comes
They both smile with tears in their eyes TT
➮ donghae carried hyuk over his shoulder again. Then after that they were holding hands going around the stage.
➮ DH: do y'all know why I wrote 1+1=Love?
HJ: to earn money
DH: the meaning of 1+1 is SJ+ELF=..
HJ: equals 2!
DH: it equals love!
➮ donghae and hyukjae trying to put their face inside the box.Both squeeze into the box to picked the video. No distance between them! donghae picked up a paper with his mouth and passed to hyukjae..
for the lottery hae put his head INSIDE the box for soooo long searching for a good paper ! Then hyuk also wanted to put his head inside the box but no place so he pushed haes head with his own head and they were so close omg Then hae took a paper with his teeth and hold it like that XD
➮ Hae said ‘joudan’ that means joke, and hyuk act like Michael Jordan bcs the pronounce is similar XD
➮ Hyuk say doremi song is too cute and now they cant perform cute songs anymore due to their age.He said bcs there’s a rule in korea ppl more than 25 years old can’t have cute stage. He keeps saying that they’re 25 years old hahaha
➮ Hyukjae telling fans to sit and stand repeatedly and donghae said that he’s crazy
➮ Hae was making a kiss noise on the mic but hyuk slapped him XD the noise hae made was so strange XD
➮ Hae was staring at hyuk butt during oppa oppa
➮ Hyuk: the concert has ended
Hae: it has not
Hyuk: it has ended
Hae: no it has not
Hyuk: wait and see
Hae: please wait
➮ Hae said that the concert theme is 'surprise box’ then hyuk said sorry bcs hae is weird lol
➮ Hyuk kicked hae and he collapsed
-hae on the floor-
hyuk: he is dead
-then hyukjae poured water on donghae and he jumped up-
Hyuk: HES ALIVE! EVERYONE CLAP!
➮Hae said that he has a present for us and pushed hyukjae out. Hyukjae did the same
They trying to speak in English accent again.
Hyukjae: My god!
Both jump down pit to dance choki wa.Hyuk said they maybe get scolded if they do chokiwa one more time but bcs we’re happy then its ok"
Hae say he knows we like choki wa and he feel good. We may sing in osaka.
➮ There was a male fan who shouted donghae. So Hyuk was like I see that there are many male fans and that they are looking handsome at the cam so he made a pout face kk
Hyuk: seems like there’s a no.of fanboy. They look good. Of course I look better.
Then he asked if the up floor could see sth and a guy screamed so loud from up there and they laughed
Hae drank water then moved his tongue out of his mouth so much on the cam omg Then eunhae kissed their mic togethee Hae then kissed hyuk shoulder and blowed a kiss at him and laughed so much
hyukjae making kissy face to the camera while donghae was facing him and make kissy face while closing his eyes
at the end when donghae was doing kissy face towards the right then hyukjae closed his eyes and “waited” for the kiss .then donghae realized what happened bc he saw the screen and he pushed hyukjae and shouted “what are you doing!!” HAH
I’m imagining again. I’m imagining scenarios in my head again. I’m imagining what it would be like on that day I’m going to meet your family. I’m imagining stuff like meeting your mum and talking to her about you. In my imagination I was like explaining to her how we met, well I know you’d probably already told her about how we met but I just feel like telling those beautiful stories again because you know, even to countless times that I have to retell our story, I will. I also like telling her how I started to know that I like you, telling her how in denial I was at first but failed to keep my feelings anyway because I kept on showing how much I like you then telling her how nervous you were when you first said you love me in call and how nervous you were when you asked me to be your girlfriend. You remember that baby? You remember that time that you just kept on saying my name. I’d smile and giggle over and over again on that memory because you were so cute! Also, telling her how bitchy I am, how impatient, how maldita and not very lovable I am but you are still there, extending your patience to me, not leaving me, still loving me. I’m gonna tell her that I am beyond blessed because I have her son. And also, telling her that we have been through a lot already but we always fix things before the day ends. We always lower our pride because us being together and our relationship are more important than our silly arguments. Telling her also how mature you are, how you see things that are really amazing and how I love your personality so much, how kindhearted, and how loving person you are baby. I am so lucky and very much blessed because I have you. I love you so much! I just can’t wait to meet your family. I can’t wait to meet the people who are always there for you, who loves you so much and so deeply, and who have seen you grow up. I can’t wait to meet your mum and say thanks to her for bringing and raising such an amazing and kindhearted person on earth I have ever known that I love the most now. The person that means so much to me now. The person that means my life. I can’t wait for that day baby. I can’t wait to hold your hand in front of them and let them see how lucky and blessed I feel because you are mine. I can’t wait to be part of your family.