everything is strange and i dont know which way is left and which is right

Modern Animorphs AU (part 2)

@jollysunflora : The second half of my complete list of modern AU Animorphs headcanons, approximately one per book.  

28. “Ax,” Marco says, “How come you can roll out ‘venti dulce de leche dark-chocolate frappuchino extra whip’ without batting an eye, but you giggle every time you have to say the word ‘soy’?”

  • “It has so many vowel—owl?—sounds, in so little space,” Ax says.  “That long sssssssssss, so pleasant on the tongue, but then that odd oooyyy ooy-yah?  All in the back of the mouth.  Very strange.  Sssoooy.  Ssususs-oooyaaa.”
  • “Also, he’s moved on from the frappuchinos,” Tobias adds.  “Now he keeps spending all our hard-stolen bitcoins on espresso mack… mach…”
  • “Espresso macchiato con panna,” Ax explains.  “Doppio.”

29. Cassie feels herself sweating as she props the laptop across the room from her, tools laid out and Ax unconscious on the table.  She never expected to find a YouTube video on how to perform brain surgery—and to be honest, it’s actually about “how neurosurgeons perform an orbitozygomatic craniotomy,” not intended to be a how-to manual—but it’s the best she can do under the circumstances, and so she’ll follow along for now.  

MM3.  “That’s the kind of strong leadership we need.”  Jake gestures to the full-color television (this year’s latest model) where a program of their current leader plays on a loop.  “Keeping the wrong kind of people out of this country, saving America for the right kind of Americans.”

  • “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rachel says.  She and Tobias and Jake are the only three Animorphs, except when Melissa joins them sometimes, and listening to their “Supreme Leader” blather on gets old sometimes.  “All I want to know is whether it’s true that within a few years people will really have phones that plug into their cars.  That’d be cool.”
  • Tobias rubs his eyes against the silk of his wing feathers.  They itch constantly, since he doesn’t have a gas mask to wear every time he goes out into the pollution-opaque air outside the way that his human friends do.  Jake and Rachel take bets sometimes, idly, brutally, about whether he’s the last raptor left on the face of the planet.
  • “Magnificent!”  Drode appears in their midst, and both the Berensons immediately point guns at his head.

30. Marco is lying on his bed the day after watching Eva fall, staring at a patch of wall above his dresser, when he registers that his phone has been buzzing for a while now.  It goes off so many times he assumes he has to be getting a call, but when he checks his notifications he just discovers he’s gotten seventeen text messages in the last hour.  

  • The first is from “Smurfette,” and says “Did you know that there is a type of food that involves baking a cinnamon bun inside of a donut?  We must secure as many of these as it is possible for a human to consume, as soon as possible!”
  • The next one, from “Hawkgirl,” reads: “found out recently that apparently ax still thinks you invented flea powder.  i told him that if youd invented flea powder wed all be a lot richer right now.”
  • “Team Dad” (not to be confused with “Real Dad,” which is how Marco lists Peter) sent along several invitations to team missions on League of Legends this afternoon, along with a threat to have Cassie play Marco’s avatar if Marco doesn’t join in.  “we both know that by the time you get back you’ll have only healing attacks and she’ll have trained it to apologize automatically for stabbing people,” Jake adds.
  • One of the many texts from “Julia Butterfly Hill” suggests that Jake has underestimated Cassie’s diabolical streak, because it’s a screenshot of a clone of his account which has had its name changed to HarambeWasFramed.
  • The real surprise, however, is the single text from “Xena: Warrior Princess.”  It’s a link to an article about a disaster in the local national park and the efforts to clean up the wreckage of an as-yet-unidentified craft which went down in the canyon.  Marco has to read it a few times to understand the point she’s making, because it’s all about what’s not there: the article makes no mention of any human bodies being found among the wreckage.  
  • Marco gets halfway through typing a reply to them all which informs them in no uncertain terms that he sees through their transparent attempts to cheer him up and doesn’t appreciate it, but he deletes without sending.  He can practically hear his mom’s voice saying it: he can focus on the fact that he’s still surrounded by people who love him, or he can focus on the negative side of everything.  And being constantly negative is no way to live.  

31. “Sharing this again, because its been 3 months,” Jake’s cousin Brooke posts on Facebook.  “Anyone who has any news at all about Saddler, no matter what it is, PLEASE contact my family.  Big brother, I dont know if youre still out there, but I miss you.  I miss you like crazy.”

  • Jake turns up his Spotify’s Offspring channel a little louder to drown out the sounds of Tom and his dad shouting at each other downstairs.  His eyes flinch past Brooke’s post, but they can’t move fast enough to prevent the thought that flashes across the surface of his mind: Is this going to be me a year from now?

32. Tobias texts Rachel and Jake an article from Audubon.Org, where several birdwatchers are going into ecstasies of scientific fascination at the bald eagle and peregrine falcon seen flying in close formation in a cell-phone video taken near a highway overpass downtown.  His only comment is, “Told you so.”

33.  In the aftermath, Rachel does a Google search: “PTSD treatment symptoms outcomes.”  She reads through the WebMD site, the NIMH page, the Wikipedia link to a DSM-5 entry.  She thinks of Tobias’s withdrawn silences, his antipathy toward so much they used to enjoy, but she thinks of other things as well.  How exhausted Jake seems any time they’re not on-mission.  How badly Cassie flinches when the school bell rings and doors slam.  How Ax seems to be gradually losing interest in the things—cooking shows, new condiments, human history trivia, These Messages—that once drew his fascination.  How last week Marco flicked an ant off the back of his hand and then went white like he’d just kicked a puppy.  How good it had felt when she’d hurt David, spreading the pain around, giving it back.

  • She catches an Uber to the clinic downtown, filling out forms in the waiting room based on the checklist written on her phone for “how to get tobias an ssri”: Yes, she often feels tense and worried.  Yes, her heart often races for no reason.  No, she hasn’t thought of ending her life.  No, she doesn’t feel out of control when she eats.  
  • She gets as far as developing a cover story—it’s about how she’s never felt the same since her parents’ divorce—but in the hallway to the office she panics and calls Cassie.  “Am I doing the right thing?” she asks, after she’s explained.
  • Cassie is silent for a long time, never a good sign.  “I’m not sure an SSRI would work on a bird,” she says at last, “and that’s even if we could figure out a dose that would work without killing him.  I know you want to help, and I think you should, but…”
  • Rachel hears what she’s not saying: but what if her mom asks too many questions?  But is this risk really worth it?  But what if the psychiatrist (the receptionist, the pharmacist) is a controller?  But isn’t it them, and only them, against the world, and isn’t that just how it has to be?
  • “The war won’t last forever,” Cassie says weakly, and Rachel hates her a little for it.  “When it’s over, when we get to tell everyone what’s happening…”
  • Rachel hangs up.  She goes home, morphs, and flies out to the woods.  
  • «You know I love you, right?» she asks Tobias later that evening.
  • «Of course I do.»  He sounds exhausted.  She’s never felt more helpless in her life.

34. The Yeerk Peace Movement, as it comes out, has a Twitter feed.  It is rather painfully obvious that it has been set up and run entirely by aliens who are doing their very best to communicate with humans, and not quite succeeding. Most of the posts are couplets, for some reason that none of the Animorphs can fathom.  

  • “Want to be On Fleek? When you see someone’s rights threatened, speak!”
  • “Don’t be a Belieber anymore - end slavery and even the score.”
  • “#tbt: Remember when we were symbiotes?  Give taxxon freedom your sympathy votes!”
  • “Nickelback is super lame, and keeping involuntary hosts is just the same.”
  • “Respect your host’s rights today, and make your human into your bae!”

35. It’s Marco who comes up with the idea for how to take down William Roger Tennant.  This is a guy, after all, whose cockatiels have their own Instagram account: he runs his fame on the internet.  

  • “It’s simple,” Marco explains. “We start a hashtag—#notsonicetennant—and we make it go viral.  All we have to do is film this guy everywhere he goes, and eventually the yeerk will slip up.”
  • It proves not to be simple after all.  Their gif of Tennant twitching madly mid-EPA speech gets overshadowed by the news story about One Direction nearly getting poisoned with spiders at the same banquet. Ax does not understand the concept of hashtag, and keeps adding #notsonicetennant to his retweets of what Marco calls “food porn.” They train one of Tobias’s repurposed GoPros to follow poodle-Marco, but that becomes a meme mocking the world’s most obnoxious stray dog rather than Tennant himself.
  • The plan finally, finally comes off when they pull out all the stops and just confront him in morph.  The smartphones that Rachel rigged up in the surrounding buildings don’t pick up the thought speak, but the audio of Tennant screaming at the aliens to leave him alone comes through just fine.
  • When the scandal breaks, the internet (in truly predictable fashion) drops #notsonicetennant and starts using #tennantgate instead.  
  • Ax reposts an old photo of Tennant eating a quinoa salad—zoomed in on the salad—and tags it #tennantgate.  All of his teammates assure him they appreciate the attempt.

36. “All right, that’s just weird,” Marco says, looking at the final entry in the underwater creepshow they’ve been walking through for the past hour.  “All the other ships have been getting more modern as we’ve gone, but this one?  Looks like it was made in the sixties, at the latest.”

  • «The world’s creepiest museum curators are getting sloppy with the placement of bodies as well,» Tobias points out.  «There’s no way that many people could fit on a boat that small.  They’re practically falling over the sides.»
  • Jake and Cassie look at each other, seeing the same realization reflected in each other’s eyes.  Neither one of them wants to say it out loud.
  • Jake becomes the one to bite the bullet.  “Don’t you get it?”  He points to the ragged clothes, the emaciated bodies, the modern smartphone tucked in among the antiquated radio equipment.  “They were refugees.”

37. Rachel shuts the window on the library computer as soon as she hears someone walk into the room, but she can tell she was too late by the look on Jake’s face when she turns around.  

  • “Roy Ludvig, huh?” Jake says.  “Heck of a name.”
  • “He was at the T.V. studio when we attacked.”  Rachel looks down, picking at her nail polish.  “No civilians were supposed to be in danger.”
  • Jake’s expression softens, as much as it ever does.  “And now you’re scrolling through his Facebook, looking for something that’ll let you sleep at night.”  
  • “He’s got a grandson,” Rachel blurts.  “Jordan’s age.  He…”  She shrugs.  He’s dead, and it’s more or less her fault.
  • “Shouldn’t be looking on Facebook.”  Jake sets his phone on the library table next to her, taps the screen to bring up an official-looking report.  “You should be, say, borrowing my dad’s computer.  Sending an email from his account to ask for the guy’s medical records.  If you had, you’d know that Mr. Roy Ludvig had a heart condition.  That he had maybe a year to live, at most, and doctors said he might die at any old time.”
  • Rachel looks down at the report for a long time, and eventually looks up at Jake.  “Doesn’t make it okay, what I did,” she says.  “He’s still dead.”
  • Jake shrugs.  “You don’t have to forget it ever happened, but you do have to live with it.  Live, and fight another day.”

38. In the aftermath of Estrid’s visit, Tobias is flying over the boardwalk when he sees a henna artist who clearly smokes way too much pot to be a Yeerk. He gets Ax, they morph human, and both get henna tattoos of Elfangor’s name. (Ax had previously expressed an admiration for the human tradition of commemorating a lost loved one by making markings on one’s body.) They know the tats will disappear when they demorph, but they’re both glad they did it. The artist asks how long they’ve been together, and Tobias says in a scandalized voice, “he’s my UNCLE!” Thus, Tobias succeeds in both of his goals: making Ax laugh, and reminding him he has family here on Earth. Honestly, the reminder doesn’t hurt Tobias either.

39. “You know, not all squirrels are like that,” Marco is fond of saying after a morph goes wrong.  “Not all termites are horrifying worker drones.”  Sometimes it’s, “You know, some of my best friends are fleas.”

  • It’s Cassie, however, who gets the last laugh out of that one.  «You know, Marco,» she says as they swim away from the wreckage of the helicopter, «Not all ants are like that, right?  I shouldn’t say that all ants are killers, right?»
  • Marco stares at her in silence while the others snicker, watching him war between the two impulses: to keep the joke going forever, and to express his honest hatred of ants.  
  • «Come on.»  And now Rachel has joined in on the teasing.  «You’re just going to let that kind of besmirching of the ant community stand?»  
  • «Okay, okay!»  Marco gives in.  «Ants suck.  Yes, all ants!»

40. “Our experts have examined the video extensively, and near as we can conclude, this footage is genuine and unedited,” the newscaster says.  “Given how viral this video has proven to be, with over two million views since it was posted to YouTube on Wednesday, everyone wants to know: is this footage proof that aliens exist?  Is this a publicity stunt for the upcoming Fantastic Beasts sequel?  Or, as one YouTube commenter asks, did a Smurf just have sex with a centaur?”

  • «Potential new ally?» Tobias suggests.  He’s already tapping out a search for the original video in his modified tablet.
  • Ax laughs.  «Of course not.  He’s crippled.  A vecol.  Useless.  We must respect the privacy of his isolation.»
  • “You know what?  Fuck that,” Marco snaps.  He shoves to his feet, posture tight with anger.  “Just… Fuck that,” he tells Ax.  “I have ADHD.  Attention Deficit whateverthefuck.  I take a pill every morning to help me function because my brain isn’t good enough to filter stimuli all by itself.  I got a fucking 135 on the world’s most boring IQ test and I’m still failing half my classes.  I’m a vecol.  You think I’m useless, huh?  You gonna start refusing to talk to me because of some bullshit about ‘respecting’ my ‘privacy’?  Huh?”
  • «That’s different,» Ax says.  «You’re not…»  He doesn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.  
  • «If he’s an exception, I hope I am too,» Tobias says more gently.  «I got screened for anxiety disorders as a kid, and I guess we’ll never know if I qualify or not, ‘cause my aunt decided that doctors cost money and if the test said I needed one then she didn’t want to know about it.»
  • Ax doesn’t answer for a long time.  He doesn’t seem to know where to look.  
  • «Let’s go tell the others what we found.»  Tobias taps a button to send the video to himself.  «We can talk more about this later.»

MM4. Tobias flinches when his phone makes the small ping sound that means he has an alert.  The new kid is the easy target in every school on the planet.  He wonders what it’ll be this time: another Facebook post where the semi-anonymous account Toby IsALoser tags him in another meme about how he has to pay people for sex because the sight of his body would make any normal girl run away screaming, another unnamed Instagram ping telling him he should kill himself so that no one has to look at his stupid fat face anymore, another Snapchat image of a puddle of vomit with the caption “me when I think of you,” an email with the most disgusting gif anyone could find after a quick search…

  • It’s not, though.  It’s an invite to join a private Facebook group, called The Sharing, with several hundred local members.  Most of the names Tobias recognizes are cool older kids from the high school.  Intrigued, willing to trust for the moment that this isn’t some ridiculously elaborate prank, Tobias clicks “join.”  

41. Jake looks around at the enormous open field, concrete pitted with openings and low hovels of corrugated steel and rebar.  He can see for nearly half a mile in every direction before the smog makes it impossible, and the tallest things around are the hunched hork-bajir.  “Where are we?” he asks.

  • Cassie frowns.  “This?  Jake, this is downtown Manhattan.”
  • He gapes at her.  “What happened to it?”
  • “Tall buildings are targets for drone strikes,” she says casually, turning away.  “The only way to be safe was to go underground.”

42. Marco doesn’t bother going to the house of the guy who photographed them, nor does he try to catch the kid before he uploads the video anywhere.  Instead he waits for the image to appear on YouTube, then becomes the first commenter.  “Sweet manip!” he says.  “Is that Photoshop, or can you do that in free programs like Gimp?”

43.  “EarthIsOurs-dot-tumblr-dot-com?” Marco says incredulously.  “What does Taylor do there, post pictures of her pet taxxon?  Reblog plans for planetary domination?”

  • «Judging from her archive history, she’s had this blog for many years,» Ax says.  «She recently changed the domain name, but some of the content on here is from as early as 2008.»
  • Jake and Marco get caught up in debating with Cassie about what exactly to send to her, but Tobias just scrolls quietly through Taylor’s old posts.  She didn’t lie about being beautiful, he realizes, or about being popular.  There’s a long blank period in her tumblr account in mid-2014.  And then she posted one selfie—just one—after the fire.  
  • He can’t bring himself to read the names that the trolls call her, or the discussions about how much money they’d have to be paid to have sex with her.  But there’s no overlooking the suggestions that she kill herself.  The posts are too numerous, too vitriolic.  
  • “Every chick ever to wander onto the internet has gotten that crap,” Rachel says; clearly she’s been reading over his shoulder.  “She should’ve developed thick skin, not joined the Sharing.”
  • Tobias thinks of the Facebook page made at his old school just to discuss the fact that he’s a chubby zit-face, of the posts which eventually overwhelmed his Instagram with death threats.  «Yeah, I guess,» he says.

44.  It takes a long time for Cassie to get home from Australia, but at least they’re not too worried for most of that time; she texts them her location and a brief description of the insanity that landed her in the Outback as soon as she gets in contact with Yami’s family.

45.  “None of this makes any sense,” Peter says.  “I’m hallucinating, or you’re delusional, or else—”

  • Marco sets his phone in Peter’s lap. “Check the timestamp, Dad.  I took that six months ago.”
  • Peter stares at the phone for a long minute, and then slowly looks up at Marco.  At a clear loss for words, he tilts his head back toward the screen.
  • “I know.”  Marco laughs, the sound wet with tears.  “That blond wig looks terrible on her.  But it’s really her, Dad.  I swear.”

46. “So they’re going to get the U.S. embroiled in another war,” Marco says.  “And this one with a country that can actually fight back.”

  • «Seems like,» Tobias says.  «Only why bother with all the secrecy and political wrangling?  Why not just send a couple mean tweets to Donald Trump and Kim Jong-Un?  That’d probably do the job just as well.»
  • “No, it wouldn’t.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, looking around at them all.  “The yeerks need a total war.  Everything the U.S. and its allies can pull out, against everything China and its allies can muster.  Our military has gotten too used to sending drones to fight its wars, to ‘tactical strikes’ against insurgents.  If the yeerks want half the species annihilated, they have to do a lot more than poke a couple of egos.”

47. “News flash,” Marco says.  “Your average suburbanite ain’t gonna accept a seven-foot-tall alien for a neighbor.  You know the number of times my mom’s been asked for proof of citizenship before she was allowed to vote or cash a paycheck or buy a car?  How many times she’s been pulled over by cops while driving the speed limit with her seatbelt on?  And she’s a regular old human being.  Toby’s right—the hork-bajir have a whole other fight coming if we ever win the war.”  

48. Rachel feels the blood drain from her face when she opens the Facebook message and sees the name attached.  David’s Facebook account has been defunct for almost two years now; there’s no one left who would want or even be able to access it from the outside.  Should be no one.

  • Miss me? the message from David’s account says.
  • Who are you? she types with shaking fingers.  What do you want?
  • I know what you did.  I’m coming for you.  I’ve got friends all over the place and they’ll find you.  They’ll kill you.  Amazing the allies you can get, when you know where the bodies are kept.  On the internet, no one knows you’re a—
  • Rachel hits “block.”  She tells herself that the screaming nightmares she has all that night and into the next are the product of having a stressful life, she’s an Animorph for pete’s sake.
  • She doesn’t stop shuddering every time she gets a message for the next two weeks, but she never hears from whoever (It wasn’t David. It couldn’t have been.) it was ever again.

49.  They stagger away from yet another hopeless fight, all of them injured, half of them missing limbs or bleeding to death.  Dragging their damaged bodies behind the first dumpster they find, they demorph, remorph, and force their minds to focus long enough for the long flight home.  It’s only when Rachel is in owl morph, staring around the dimly lit alleyway, that she sees the security camera pointed directly at their location.  

  • «They must not check it that often,» Marco says without much hope.  «Or else they’d be out here already to come looking for us.»
  • «Doesn’t matter,» Tobias says harshly.  «It had a perfectly clear view of all your human faces.  And that building is owned by the yeerks.»
  • They all stare at each other in dull shock as the realization sinks in.  They always knew this moment was coming—they could only be so careful for so long—and yet, on some level each of them hoped it never would.  
  • «Take one more night to be with your families,» Jake says at last.  «We evacuate everyone in the morning.»
  • Jake loses his phone, again, somewhere amidst all the chaos.  This time around he doesn’t bother to replace it.  It’s not like his mom is going to be wondering where he is, not anymore.  

50.  “So,” Jake says, “this is going to sound crazy, but—”

  • “Aliens are invading the planet, and you’re the only kid terrorist who can stop them?” James suggests.  “We do have wifi up here, you know.  You’re Jake Berenson, right?  You’re all over the conspiracy theorists’ forums right now.”
  • “Um.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, starts again.  “Yeah, pretty much.”
  • James nods.  “In that case, you’ve got thirty seconds to convince me your story’s not a load of crap before I call security.”  

51. Ax secures their wifi in something a billion times better-hidden than Tor.  With that reassurance, they all end up starting blogs.

  • Marco’s is a rambling string of wry comments about everything from the invasion to his parents’ science projects.  Sample post: “Insider source (aka my mom): Visser Three has morphed human and eaten AN ENTIRE BAG OF MARSHMALLOWS in one sitting, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION.  Pass it on!”
  • Jake’s is the place that people go to find out how they can help, and to get his reassurance that the help means something.  Sample post: “As Barack Obama says, ‘We the people recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom without a commitment to others is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.’  This fight will never be over just as long as we keep supporting each other.  I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you all for the KickStarter donations.”
  • Rachel’s has beauty tips for the American girl on the run, light and self-deprecating enough that you often don’t notice the undercurrent of desperation.  Sample post: “If you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror, try fixing your hair using reflective surfaces such as pots, ponds, or pieces of Bug fighter wreckage.  Alternately, just say ‘fuck it’ and never look at yourself again.”
  • Cassie’s tells people how to stay safe, and how to keep their environments safe as well.  Sample post: “Everyone please remember, it’s important to stock enough food and water for family pets as well as humans when retreating to an apocalypse bunker!”
  • Tobias’s has a lot of good-natured grumbling about everyday life in the valley.  Sample post: “In other news, my girlfriend’s mom is currently arguing with the smartest being on the face of the planet about where to put the new latrine facilities.  Sorry Naomi, but my money’s on Toby.”
  • Ax’s has a lot of food reviews, of course, but again there’s that undercurrent of desperation, almost like he’s trying to convince someone else (or maybe even himself) that humans are worth saving.  Sample post: “Marco assures me that there are no less than 23 distinct flavors contained within every sip of Dr. Pepper.  Just think of the years of experimentation and innovation it must have required to produce a drink which can inspire 23 different reactions from human taste buds, all at the same time.  Truly inspired genius.”

52. They run drills upon drills for what to do in case of a drone strike.  Using any morphs they have that can dig or build—mole, taxxon, elephant, beaver—the Animorphs create an extensive network of tunnels and shelters, posting guards at all times to keep their eyes on the sky.  The hork-bajir valley doesn’t show up on satellite imagery, which they only know thanks to Peter’s definitely-illegal fact-gathering missions on the darkweb, but they don’t know for sure whether an overhead camera would be subject to the same strange perceptual distortions they all experience when flying there as birds.  They nearly lose their precious secrecy when Naomi sends several emails from her work account, claiming she’s being held hostage and asking anyone who will listen to come rescue her.  Eva generates a hasty follow-up from the same account asking people to ignore “the prank that I now realize was in poor taste,” but none of them are sure it worked for the next several days.  

53. Rachel makes one last post on her nearly-extinct Instagram account.  This time the scrap of paper she uses appears to be torn from the back of a food label, but the penciled script is as intricate as ever.  It reads “Who wants to live forever? —Freddie Mercury, 1986”  

54. After it’s all over, Tobias retreats, he hides, but he keeps a thread of communication open.  Cassie shoots him an email with the subject line “Hawk patient with intermittent aggression and lethargy—any idea what could be causing it?”  Marco sends him idiotic memes that now feature the Animorphs’ names and faces.  Ax asks for constant updates on the new wing of Taco Bell being built downtown, and repays the favor by leaking confidential information about the search for the Blade ship.

  • And then he gets one of the stranger emails he’s ever received.  It’s an offer of a full legacy scholarship to Harvard University (which has just found the means to explain some inconsistencies in the records of one “Alan Fangor,” who graduated in the ‘80s) in exchange for Tobias teaching one class per semester on any subject of his choice.  He agrees, with the stipulation that all his classes be online.
  • The resultant course (Ornithology 442: An Insider’s Perspective) is like nothing the students who participate have ever seen before.  Tobias will write out rambling treatises on Why Blue Jays Suck or All the Ways Hawks Are Superior to Eagles with a thought-speak-to-text recorder.  He’ll deliver online lectures from a shaky webcam pointed into a nonspecific tree, occasionally wandering off for hours at a time to go hunting.  Students who ask him personal questions about Rachel get regurgitated mouse skeletons Fed-Exed to their campus mailboxes.  Essays that don’t demonstrate much effort get feedback such as “even I can tell this sucks and I have a seventh-grade education” or “my grandmother could make better sentences than this AND SHE’S AN ANDALITE WHO DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH.”  Assignments include “find one bird fact in a textbook and explain why it’s a load of crap” or “go film a Boston pigeon until it does something interesting, I dare you.”
  • Nevertheless, enrollment is so popular that Harvard has a three-year waiting list and charges students an extra $500 just to sign up.  When Tobias finds out about the extra fee, he promptly video-calls the Intrepid, gives Ax remote access to his computer, and explains why he needs Ax to convert the course illegally to a MOOC.  Harvard University fires him for breach of contract; Yale hires him on that very same afternoon.  

part 1 here 

anonymous asked:

who is pete wentz writing songs about?

mikey way. okay, here we go.

so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.

then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….

on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.

during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….

there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “ at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together ”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”

pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “ Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.

on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)

after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”

the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”

then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”

also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with…. 


so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.

Save ME

Yandere! Jimin au// blood// horror

| a/n: so sorry about how late this is posted; and i’m posting this on my phone so,, also, I’ll try my best to get the updates done and i’ll be as active as I can. Please dont be confused on the reader’s pov (which is set on wed and also the current reoccurring story) and jimin’s which is set back on monday and tues in this part 1 of chapter 2

CHAPTER I CHAPTER II (PART 1) CHAPTER II (PART 2)

CHAPTER II
Part 1

Originally posted by mygslut

-Wednesday-

You woke up early, this time it wasn’t because of your annoying buzz alarm but it was because you couldn’t sleep a wink. No, not after what happened last night.
You were still scared, shaking even.
All the colors got drained out of you from that call last night.
You went to school, hesitantly.
You couldn’t talk about this with your friends. You were afraid. You were scared. You felt that he was lurking somewhere.. somehow.

-Monday-
Jimin’s POV

School starts again, my pain of being with other people lingers in my head. Its painful. Everything hurts and I see no color whatsoever I feel blind and helpless
I feel so cold and deep in the darkness. What does it feel like? Having warmth? Having to see color? Seeing the shining light guiding your way? I want to feel it. I want to live.
I’m not the only one in my family with a “condition” like this.
My dad.. my dad always tells me, that someday I will be able to see light, be able to feel warmth and see color. I just.. need to find that person.. I need to find the person that will make and help me live and stay alive.

It was cold. An unimaginable breeze struck me, contributing to the coldness I already felt.
I was in the convenience store about to buy my starving self some food before going off this school. At home, I’m alone, my parents are abroad and I have no one else with me.
As I was picking out what I should get for myself for the whole week, I felt something.. Something strange… My heart berated fast.. It was getting faster and faster and faster.. Until I bumped into someone.. It was a girl.. “I-I’m sorry!” She said, a flustered look on her face.
Wh-what? What is this? This is strange.. I feel.. Weird.
I feel.. Happy.
This girl had bumped into me. Somehow.. Someway.. I’m seeing color, I feel warmth..
H-how is this possible? I was frustrated and confused..
She’s… She’ll save me!

As I came and went to school, loud sounds were fussing out and about. I hated it. I just wanted to be left alone.. feeling this pain. But that strange feeling still lingers inside me. It’s screaming. I need someone to save me already.

A few hours had gone by since I had met that girl, and since then i have been longing for her. I can only only remember her scent, or how the way we touched hands when I dropped my things at the store.

Most importantly, I want to feel again. I want to feel warmth again. I want to see that light and be done with this darkness once and for all.

The bell rings. A sound that I can’t stand. Particularly, I’m always late or behind, but this time I was pretty early. As I was sitting behind almost in the corner of the class, I saw someone enter. She.. she was the girl.. she’s here

I kept and trailed my eyes on her as she enters the classroom, quickly she goes to her small group of friends and starts talking to them. She’s cheerful. Filled with charisma. She’s perfect.

I kept my eyes at her whilst she was still talking with her friends. And it made me think. Huh. She has.. friends? That sight.. the sight of her talking happily to her friends.. infuriates me. I want her for my self. She’ll be mine only and No one else could have her but me.

I’ll do anything and everything just to keep her by my side. Even if i have to kill for it.

A few minutes had gone by and class started. Since it was the first day of school, we didn’t really do much beside introduce ourselves and tell something about us.

As she stood up and it was about time she says her name she says
“Hi everyone. My name is y/n l/n.”
Huh.. y/n? That’s cute.

Hmm.. I.. I feel warm.. it was as if having to feel the warm rays of the sun after a harsh cold night. I see color, almost as if after the dark storm a rainbow appeared. Every time she was near I would feel something I had never felt before. I am emotionless, expressionless and yet.. what is she doing to me?
She is making me feel stuff I didn’t know even I was capable of feeling. She made me feel happy, and she made me see colors flying through the air. She also makes me feel this.. this thing.. it’s a burning sensation in my chest area, its.. its something I feel when she’s with some guy. Rage. That’s right. I feel rage linger inside me all these crazy ideas jumping and tossing around my head whenever I see her with another guy.

Class had to end early because there wasn’t really anything happening. I waited for her to go home and followed her.
“Hmm.. so this is where she lives?”
I waited for her to go to sleep. Somehow her window was open loose, and I quickly climbed in. I looked around her bedroom and I saw her sleeping soundly on her bed. I shouldn’t wake her up. On her dresser, there I found her hairbrush. I took it. In her bathroom were some empty bottles of shampoo. I took it. I’ll make it. I’ll make her a shrine. I have to.

Another day shall begin people were still buzzing around me. Although I really didn’t know why. I was never one to ask about the things happening around school.

Class begins and I was late, Like most of the time. I saw her sitting in her seat. As I was walking in, I noticed that she had her eyes following me. She made me turn a bright red. Class was boring. It seemed endless. But after she came into my life, I feel a sense of relief whenever I’m at school.

As class had to end, I quickly jumped out of my seat and waited for her to go home. Then I’ll do some research on her… but.. wait? What’s this? Who is she with? Why is he with her? Where are they going?! Questions jumped around in my head. My eyes had turned wide. And my expression became cold and dark. I tilted my head and gave a very chilling smile from ear to ear.
“Heh.. so.. this is how we’re gonna play?”

Forget “getting to know her better”. I’ll research about her later. My only priority now was to figure out just who this guy was.
I followed them until they came to a stop. They entered a ramen shop and seem to be talking quite a lot. She’s.. smiling. She looks so happy around that guy. Im furious. As I was watching them, the only things i could think of was putting a knife down his throat or stabbing him uncontrollably until his body can no longer be recognized. I.. I’m willing. I’m willing to do all these things to him if necessary. My eyes were beading red with rage. But.. if she sees me like this.. if she sees like this she’ll hate me for sure. And I’ll never be able to feel warmth, see color and be taken out of this darkness ever again.

I followed them until that guy took her home. I ran home as fast as I can did everything to find out about her. I even found her number.

I wanted to call her. I wanted to hear her voice oh so badly. I miss her. I want her all for my self. I was longing for her. I couldn’t care less even if I hadn’t eaten yet. I feel like I’m dying without her. I need her.

Appreciate The Art

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Taehyung are on a museum date because you’re both art geeks but for some reason, the Mona Lisa doesn’t seem to take his breath away

Note: I’m an art freak and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t imagining myself on a museum date with Taehyung ever since those Van Gogh photos came out. 

Originally posted by toughchim

“Look! It’s the ‘Portrait of Patience Escalier 1888’! Oh the colour is so much more vibrant than the pictures!”

“They’re duller due to old age, actually.”

“Holy shit! It’s his ‘Portrait as an Artist 1888’! And the ‘Peasant Woman Portrait of Gordina de Gredoot 1885’! And the ‘Portrait of Adeline Ravoux 1890’!”

“Honestly, Jagi. You’ve been here a thousand times, do the paintings really still amaze you that much?” Taehyung asked, watching you fret over the various Van Gogh paintings positioned on the pristine walls of the museum.

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Hi :) I would like to request a bellamy image: Bellamy & the reader are rly close & then reader takes all her courage & kisses bellamy & confesses her feelings for him but he is rly rude & rejects her (although he feels the same). she runs off but later bell finds out that she isnt back & it is late in the evening so he goes to search for her & blames himself. He finds her & she is crying & he apologzies & tells her that he just wanted to protect her bc he thinks he doesnt deserve her. Thanks!❤

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Bellamy/you

Warning: Fluff

Words: 1 596

Thank you so much for the request! It was long and I’m really sorry for this, but I hope you’ll like it!

You knew that its wasnt right. You were good friends, wonderful leaders who helped the hungred to survive, excellent partners that covered each others back. Probably, you would be for each other like a brother and sister, If not for one detail. You loved this damn guy. You loved Bellamy Blake.

It happened quite unexpectedly. 

Landing on Earth, you didnt notice him. Well, to be more precise, you just didnt pay attention to him. Of course, it was impossible not to notice him, he was trying too much to be a leader. Surprisingly, he managed to do it. Just a couple of hours later he had a team, thanks to which he became the comander in your camp. Of course, you didnt like it. No, you didnt want to take his place, but the fact that he could so easily seize power didnt give you rest.

You wasnt a conflict or an aggressive person, but this guy managed to constantly make you mad! Take at least his idea: take off the bracelet and get food. You did not know any more stupid idea, so you refused to pay for food and took your dinner for free. Probably, thanks to this bold and stupid act you became the second leader. In the eyes of the guys, you were fearless, although you were frightened at the moment to hell. It isnt known how Bellamy could take revenge on you. But he didnt. Maybe he was afraid to lose his reputation by pacifying you. or maybe he just pitied you. 

Anyway, after this incident, there were two leaders in the camp who hated each other.

At first, every evening you complained to your new friend about how hard it was for you to spend at least 5 minutes with Bellamy. You insulted him, cursed him and dreamed that he would disappear. You were sure it was mutual.But slowly all your hatred went away, and in its place came some respect and even regret. You recognized Bellamy better, understood the meaning of his actions. It was the same with him. The angry and sarcastic guy began to show more attentiveness to you. He began to listen to you. And for you it meant a lot. Together you made a team of unfamiliar teenagers, almost a family. 

You were close, but for you too much.

Once waking up and meeting with Bellamy, you realized that something was wrong. At first you decided that it was his fault. He seemed to look different, spoke differently. He was different. But time passed, and no one except you noticed this. And then it dawned on you. You were in love with your friend.

You were not as brave as everyone thought you were. You couldnt just go to the guy and tell him about your feelings. At least it was on the ark. But everything must change, doesnt it? Perhaps, on Earth, you could begin a new life. Without fears.

With these thoughts, you woke up in the morning. You had to tell him. You were nervous all morning. A couple of people seeing you changed their directions, and some looked strange. But you didnt care. You were determined to tell him. It was amazing, but fate didnt want you to talk to him. The whole day someone was with him or he was in a hurry somewhere, which made it difficult for you to be alone. But in the evening you saw him Not hoping to talk to him, you went into the tent, where all the surviving equipment was stored and faced Bellamy. 

“Hey, Y/n! I didnt see you today. How are you?” and, seeing your alarmed expression asked. “Are you okay? Whats wrong?”

You werent ready to meet. You forgot the prepared replicas that you’d been repeating all day. Everything flew from the head, and his eyes hypnotized. Without realizing it, you did the first thing that came to your mind. 

Yes. You kissed him. 

Carefully standing on your toes, you approached his face and touched his lips with yours. From fear, you closed your eyes, afraid to move. Surprisingly Bellamy didnt move too. You waited his reaction, but there was nothing. He just stood like a tree: he didnt push you away, but he didnt kiss you either. Frowning, you carefully moved away from the guy and looked into his eyes.

“Surprise …” you said softly, trying to smile. “Judging from your face, you didnt expect this, but I just couldnt sit and be silent. I decided to become as brave as you think I am. I just wanted to say that I think, I love you. Probably I shouldnt kiss you, but I forgot all the words, when I saw you and … ”

Bellamy didnt let you finish your speech, roughly interrupted you.

“Y/n, listen. Your feelings arent mutual. I dont love you. Remember this, okay? Find somebody else for your own good.”  After this words he went outside, leaving you alone. You felt yourself like somebody hit you in the stomach. You didn’t have air to breathe and you didn’t want to do it. The only thing you could do was crying. So you did it. You went outside and then very quickly went to the forest. Some people said your name, but you didn’t hear them. You just run as far as you could. Your legs didn’t obey, and tears flowed from the eyes, so you didn’t see anything.

Eventually you fell down on the nearest stone. The forces left you and you leaned against the tree, just put your head on your hands and continued crying.

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Bellamy felt himself terrible. He knew he was cruel, pushing you away, but he couldnt do otherwise. Of course, he liked you. He understood this even earlier than you. He just realized that without you he wouldnt live. Your smile, your eyes made him rejoice with you, protect you and try to make you happy, even if it means that you will be just friends. Bellamy thought from the beginning that he didnt deserve you. He thought you were too good for him. You were his complete opposite. You’ve never been selfish, always thought of others, never thought of yourself. That’s why he did it for you.

It was getting dark. Bellamy once again went around places where you could be. He wanted to apologize for being rude, told that you can be friends, but he couldnt find you anywhere. It was already quite dark outside, the stars appeared in the sky, the guys lit a fire. Bellamy hoped to find you by the fire, sitting in a circle of friends, but coming up didnt find you.

“Where is Y/n?” He asked Octavia, talking to Finn.

“I dont know, the last time I saw her was during the breakfast, she was kind of nervous, do you know why?”

“I … uh … no, I dont know.” the guy stuttered.

“I saw Y/n,” said Jasper, that just came to fire with a cup of something strange. “She went into the forest a couple of hours ago. I wanted to stop her, but she didnt even turn around when I called her in. I was sure she came back.”

“Damn” swore Bellamy.

 So, you had not return. Bellamy knew, if something happened to you, he couldnt forgive himself, he couldnt live with it. Leaping up, Bellamy checked his gun, which he always wore at his waist, and without telling a word to anyone, went out of the territory. He didnt know where you went, but he didnt care. He had to find you. He had to find you alive.

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You looked around. The sun had set and the moon had appeared in the sky. Realizing that it’s time to return to the camp, you already wanted to get up and go back, when suddenly realized that you do not know where to go. After talking with Bellamy, you were so upset that you ran without looking at your feet and not remembering the route. And now you stood in the middle of a thick forest and didnt know where the house was. Now you were really scared. What if you wouldnt find your way back? What if the enemies would find you? You did not even take any weapons with you. Shivering, you started walking, not even knowing if it was the right way, when suddenly you heard someone’s steps. In a panic, you were ready to run away, but then you saw behind the trees a familiar figure approaching you. The guy also saw you and stopped. For a few seconds you just looked into each other’s eyes, after which Bellamy literally ran up to you and did not let you say anything. He just tightly hugged you.

You couldnt believe that he really came for you. Carefully moving away, you looked Bellamy in the eye and said softly:

“I … I do not understand, You dont need me. Why did you come for me? ”

Bellamy didnt answer. Instead, he cautiously approached you and gently ruffled his lips with your own. It lasted only a couple of seconds, after which he cautiously pulled away from you.

“I was such an idiot.” he said. “I thought that if I pushed you away, I could protect you. Y/n, I love you. Forgive me if you can, please.”

Not believing that this is really happening, you just hugged the guy even harder, pressing your head to his chest.

“You’re such an idiot.” you said. “But I love you so much.”

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Well-Deserved PART 1(Harrison x Reader)

Wooo im trying to write (dont kill me hahah) 

Rating: M for later chapters but T in first 2. 

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Feelings?? Unprotected sex (USE RUBBERS PLZ), slight cursing????? maybe? 

(Y/N) = your name, (Y/H/C)= your hair color

PART 2 PART 3

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You have been working under Harrison for a while now, and as feelings breach the surface, you know not to expose them to Harrison; until they’re forced out of you.

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You looked down at the files scattered amongst the many coffee cups present on your desk. It’s been a hell of a week; three meta-humans in four days, and Barry was currently out in Central City taking on another one. The whole team had no explanation for this influx of meta-human presence, only that it had to stop soon or there wouldn’t be a team to fight them off. Barry was badly bruised; coming in with a broken nose or a swollen cheek every other day. You felt run down as well. You haven’t left S.T.A.R. Labs since the phenomena began, and your desk had practically become your living space, including where you slept; that is, if you did ever close your eyes.

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Okay so picture this holly... you're living with Digger but before you dated him ou were with another guy who you were i nlove with but he left you and broke your heart (Like, he had to leave the country for a job and he didn't wanna marry you so he just broke up) and you hadnt spoken to him in years and then one day, while your not home but digger is, he knocks are the door and asks if you're home?

OHOHO AND DIGGER ANSWERED THE DOOR?!?!?! SHIT BOI! Like, I’m imagining Digger knows everything about this mother fucker, like after you told him about your heartbreak (Because Digger is the type of guy who needs to know everything about his s/o) he got angry and researched this motherfucker thoroughly af.. Doing background checks and shit. Making sure he knew EVERYTHING he needed to know in the event this dude had the balls to try and weasel his way back into your life…


Digger yawned heavily and ran one of his big bear paw hands through his messy mop of ginger hair. It was kind of nice to have the apartment to himself for the day. He missed his girl, that’s fore sure.. But, being able to watch bad action movies with all the lights out and a beer in hand at 11:00 AM was kind of refreshing. Granted, he did it all the time.. but the sweet voice, which he adored in every day, telling him it was WAY too early for alcohol didn’t buzz around his ears so he could relax in his alcoholic habits without guilt.

Knock Knock Knock

“The fuck is that..” Digger groaned,rolling his eyes in annoyance. To his knowledge Y/N hadn’t ordered anything online that would prompt a package being delivered and he sure as hell didn’t invite anyone over.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Oi, just a minute then!”

Wow, what a ballsy fucker this guy must be, Digger thought as he squinted his eyes in irritation. He set his beer down on the coffee and sat up slowly, taking his sweet time. He peered over in the hallway at the mirror and glanced over his appearance for a moment. All he had on was a pair on washed out blue jeans, leaving his wide hairy chest and strong broad shoulders out for the public to see.

He debated for a brief second if he should throw on a shirt but quickly decided not too.. Because who the fuck cared? This was his house, no need to disrupt his comfort for some unexpected visitor.

Lazily the the tall Aussie strolled over to the front door before opening it quickly, greeting the stranger with an aloof grunt.

The person before him looked terribly familiar but for the life of him Digger couldn’t pinpoint exactly where he’d seen him before.

“H-Hello!” Greeted the man on the other side of the door, making Digger straighten his posture and cross his arms. Why did this motherfucker look so familiar?

Digger squinted his eyes and looked this guy up and down, purposely intimidating him. “Yea, who are you then?”

“Oh, um, sorry! Is Y/N home?”

This response angered Digger. He asked ‘Who are you’ not who he was there for… Why the hell was this strange man at HIS door asking for HIS girlfriend?

“Come again then, I didn’t catch your name, mate.” Digger growled, uncrossing his arms he burrowed his brows, wanting this man to elaborate why exactly he was here and who the fuck he was.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” The man reached out his hand, inviting Digger to shake it. “My name is Paul, I used to date Y/N a few years back before I had to leave the country.. I was wondering, is she around?”

Suddenly the identity of this motherfucker clicked with Digger. Ignoring the outstretched hand before him Digger responded to the introduction.

“Paul.. Ya say your name is Paul?”

“Yeah..” He peered past Digger and into the apartment, which only irritated the Aussie more. “I’m sorry, did Y/N move? Do I have the wrong apartment?”

“Nah, mate.. You’ve got the right apartment..” Digger chuckled, his mind going a mile a minute as he contemplated what he wanted to do next. “I just.. She ain’t home just yet why dont ya come in and have a seat, she won’t be long.”

“Y-You sure?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, it ain’t no trouble at all, mate!” Digger slapped his big hand on Paul’s shoulder, roughly giving it a harsh squeeze before pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

“Paul!” Digger exclaimed and had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “Paul, why don’t ya have a seat-” He gestured at the couch, “You can have a seat right over there and I’ll go give Y/N a quick tele and see when she’ll be home then, hows that sound?”

“Thanks man, tha’ts nice of you.. Say, are you her room mate or something?”

“Yea, or something!” Digger murmured and swagger out of the living room and down the hall. He closed the door to your bedroom before grabbing his cell phone and dialing your number real quick.

“Hello?”

“Hello too my sweet girl!” Digger chimed quietly, so Paul couldn’t hear him through the walls. “You havin’ a good day out with your friends then, love?”

“Yea, babe. We just had brunch and we are about to head over to get some shopping done.. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m having a fuckin’ lovely day..”

“.. Digg, what’s up? You’re voice sounds a big, umm, wild?”

Digger bit his lip and burrowed his grumpy brows, he always had a habit of letting his voice go up into a higher octave when he was lying or nervous.

“I just wanted to see when you’d be home, that’s all love.” He inhaled sharply, making sure to keep his voice calm and collected. “I want to tidy up a bit before ya get home. My baby deserves to come home to a happy home, ain’t that nice of me?”

“Yea, haha.. I don’t believe that’s why you’re asking me though.” You giggled, making Digger feel at ease. “But, if you must know, I’ll be returning around 7 tonight, we’re gonna see a movie at 4 or so and then I’ll head home”

“Sounds good darlin’!” Digger replied, his blue eyes scanning around the bedroom as he looked for a weapon of some sort. “I’ll make sure I get rid of all the trash in the apartment before you get home.”

“Thanks babe, talk to you later. Love you!”

“And I love you!” He responded before hanging up the phone and grabbing a knife.

“Hey Paul!” Digger cried out as he slid the knife in his back pocket and exited the bedroom. “She’s actually planning on going to grab some lunch here shortly, says she’d love for ya to join her… Why don’t ya let me walk ya down there?”

“Oh, wow, thanks man!”

With an amused look laid across his face the Captain nodded and gestured towards the door. “Yea, it’s right down the street, the fastest way is through the alley, Y/N insisted I bring ya..”

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Kingsbridge

Drabble length character study of one Percival Graves, self-made man.

OR: how many secrets do you have to be keeping before not a single one of your coworkers notices when you’re not you anymore.

for @johnnythirteenguns and @fringebites

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Pretend For Me [1]

Pretend For Me is going to be a WadeWilson/Deadpool x Reader imagine series. The title was originally going to be a title by my friend @bovaria but I decided to put my own twist on it <3

Prompt: based off of the songs
Too Late For Lovers-Gin Wigmore
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Real Life-The Weeknd
 Basically the reader and Wade hated each other in high school after they got in a fight and stopped being friends but she is in an emotional crisis and needs someone to bring to her mothers funeral.
 Warnings: Cuss words. Its deadpool. Angst
 Theme: College!Fem!Reader x Wade Wilson
 Word count: 2090

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It wasn’t like you to break down. You barely cried. Ever. If you did it was strange and unlike you. You had to have a good reason to cry.
 But tonight you did. You got a call that very gingerly explained how your mom had died in a car crash. A week ago. You had been pretty under the radar so the attorny explained hy it took so long to reach you.
 Sure your mom was Satan, but you still loved and needed her. With your dad gone and your siblings not knowing where you really went for college, you didn’t have anyone to call except for maybe a couple cousins. But they had a life. You didnt want to bother them.
 The only person you really had left was someone who you hated and who hated you. Well, they didn’t completely hate you, otherwise they would have killed you already.
 Wade Wilson. After becoming Deadpool, he needed you as a little distraction to one of his enemies and you dont know why you said yes, but he was glad to set you up for death.
 Well turns out, his enemy, Francis, never killed you. Deadpool killed him first. So now you were stuck with him. You shared an apartment with him and Al, who you enioyed. She was like a second grandmother to you. But of course way more vulgar and had less of a censor.

 You were not happy to think about coming home to Wade. Its not that he wasnt funny, or you completely hated his guts, but he wouldnt be a nice help. He would say some crack up, probably a your mom joke. You rolled your eyes at the thought.
 So now you were here, a refugee in the school library. It was quiet and no one bothered you. Much like Wade would if you came home.
 You both didnt have the… Best, history. It all started in high school when—
 The librarian finally had enough of your shit. “Ma'am, can you please go back to your dorm or go home? I need to lock up and I apologize for whatever is making you so sad but the place to cry about it is not here at ten at night.” She said, a tinge of annoyance piercing through her nice façade.
 You nodded, sniffling and gathering your things.
 The ride home wasn’t quiet. You turned the volume in the car up so loud you got a few complaints from drivers around you.
 You didnt care though. How could you? Everything was numb.
 
Pulling into the drive, you killed the engine and ran up to the apartment, slamming the door when you got inside.
 Aware some tears were still streaming down your face, you nonchalantly wiped them away.
 "Finally, I would have thought you died.“ You heard Wade walk into the kitchen behind you.
 "You wish I were dead.” You forced a laugh, your voice only a little bit shakey.
“Did you eat dinner?” You asked, not really caring. Despite your complete loathing for the man you worked with, you needed him alive for protection.
 "You know that I dont know how to cook shit, sweetcheeks.“ He said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes, turning to the mercernary. He was in his suit, as always around you.
 Since the accident, you hadnt seen him without his suit on. All he would tell you is he got burned, never pressing the subject more.
 "Fine, go sit on the couch. Is Al awake?” You asked while pulling out the frozen chimichangas out of the freezer. “Nah, she crashed an hour back. Y'know how old bitches ar—” He began to say, kicking back his feet.
 "Dont young people ever learn to be quiet?“ A voice shouted from the back room. You chuckled to yourself.
 "Old bitch.” He muttered to himself and distracted himself with some TV.
The silence made you think, which of course you hated. Flashbacks of your mom flooded your mind, allowing a tear to fall freely.
 Who was one to decide whether or not tradgedy strikes? Definitely not you. Humans should never play God. Your mom would say. You smiled to yourself, wiping a tear away and slipping the food into the oven.
 You walked past Wade, trying to get by him without him seeing you cry.
“Ill be back to get them out.” You said, voice breaking. Damn.
   “Are you… Crying?” He asked, standing up. You huffed out a breath in annoyance. “No.” You said before slamming your own door.
 Wade didnt care if you were crying or feeling bad or anything as such. Why would he?
 The words he had spoken revived some memories which only made your throat get tighter.
 
 “Are you crying?” The voice of your best friend asked. You chuckled at the irony of the moment.
 The high school bathroom stalls were empty, with the exception of you and Wade Wilson as of the moment.
 It was probably far past four and everyone had gone home, save the two of you.
 "No.“ You sniffled from one of the stalls. Outside, Wade glared, running a hand through his hair. He hated it when his best friend cried. When you cried. "Y/N, come on out. What happened?” He asked.
 "Nothing.“ You pouted, pushing the door open. He frowned a bit at your expression, eyes red from crying.
 You sniffed from the stuffy nose you now had. "Now, either you were just crying or you have some disease and need to see a doctor asap.” He joked and you smiled through your pain, immediately wincing.
 "What happened now?“ He asked. "The usual. I got shoved by Brock and Tyler. Melanie and Talia shoved me inside the stall about an hour back.” You sniffed, rolling your eyes. “One day I’m going to kick their asses.” You muttered as Wade pulled you into an embrace.
 "And I’m sure you will, tiger. Right after I get cancer.“ You shoved his arm, knowing that he meant it would never happen.

The impact of the punching bag on your knuckles snapped you out of your flashback.
 The cancer comment was supposed to be light hearted. Who knew it would be far from far fetched?
 You had cleaned up and came home that night, to an empty house of course. Your mom was at work. As always. It was okay though. She still loved you and the only reason she was out was to provide for you.

  The playlist you had on repeat blasted as you hit the punching bag over and over.
 Wade heard every grunt and cry above the music and felt a tinge of guilt.
 You should go and help her. One part of him battled. You know her. She has said ‘no’ when she means yes a thousand times before. See what’s wrong.

 Dont. Why would you? She was a stone cold bitch and could handle herself.

 Maybe a kiss would make her feel better, eh?


 Don’t listen to them, you should–
 His inner voices battled themselves but Wade snapped when the oven went off.
 "Y/N! 'Changas are ready!” He called.
 In all truth, Wade cared about you. Couldnt place why. You did risk your life for him.
 But he could never forgive you for the things you once said.

 You rolled your eyes, putting the music on pause. You plugged in your earphones, wiping off your ears first seeing as you were already sweaty.
 Listening to the music, keeping you pumped and distracted, you headed into the kitchen and pulled them out.
 "Let them cool! I know you heal but these are hot as fuck.“ You warned before making him a plate.
 Wade made his way to you, a bit of concern making its way into his head when you wouldnt make eye contact with him.
 You didnt want to, afraid that if you did, you would start crying. Not that you could even see his eyes. So you didnt.
 He took the plate and sat back down on the couch.
 You leaned on the counter, watching as the oblivious asshole ate his food, mask only halfway pulled up.
 The charred craters of his skin were only visible a little and it looked like it hurt.
 His entire appearance now was a mystery. Before your mind could delve into wondering what could be hiding under the red and black, your phone buzzed quite violently.
 You picked up, not recognizing the number. "Hello?” You asked, Wade looked to you, mouth full of chimichanga.
 You hadnt noticed his staring but he was quite confused. He didnt think you knew any other people besides him and Al and your mom. And you never answered the phone like that when it was your mom.
 Suspiciously, he chewed slower.
 
 On your end, “Y/N! Its Grace. Im sure you heard about the news.” Your cousin spoke softly and your breath hitched.
 Shakily, you pulled up a chair. Wade could tell immediately something was wrong. After all he knew you better than anyone.
 "There is going to be a funeral. This weekend.“ She said, understandinf your silence. "Please dont come alone. I want you and some of your friends to meet my new husband!” She said cheerily and it gave you whiplash.
 "That was quick. When did you get married?“ You asked, at first referring to the funeral, trying to not sound broken.
 "A month ago. Would have invited you but I know you didnt have anyone to bring. Rude accusation. Which is why I’m inviting you now. That is of course if you have someone to bring.” She said and your eyes shot to Wade who was seemingly not paying attention.
 Last time you saw Grace and her brother was two years ago. You were an emotional mess and you looked terrible. Since then, you got your game together. That is, except for having a boyfriend. You were not going to be a disappointment.
 "Oh no,“ You smiled, understanding the weight of your plan. "I have someone.” You grinned.
 "Great! See you in four days! Sending the invitation to you know.“ Grace said and hung up.
 "Who was that?” Wade called as your phone alerted you with a text message. The funeraln invitation as promised.
“Just my cousin.” You said, feeling so numb, no emotion for the tragedy that struck flowed through. Which was good. You would not let your enemy see you cry.
 "Come with me to a funeral? Im expected to show with someone but I have no one to show with other than the biggest asshat in the world. A-k-a, you. You only have to pretend to like me for four days and its over.“ You said quickly, Wade nearly spit out his food.
 "You want me to go to a funeral? Who do you think I am? A Huxtable? Im no family man. Im a dick who kills bigger dicks. I am not someone to attend an event like that, Y/N.” He protested.
 "Ill pay you.“ You said desperately.
 "If it’s not in blow jobs, I’m not interested.” He said and finished his food. You crossed your arms.
 "Wade. Three hundred. A day.“ You negotiated. "What about nights?” He smirked. You glared even more. Even though you couldnt see his face, you were sure he rolled his eyes.
 "Fine.“ He groaned and you smiled. "We leave in two days. The funeral is in four.” You informed him and walked back to your room.
  You didnt want to have to do anything with Wade. In fact you were sure the next few days would be hell. But it didnt matter. You took a quick shower before heading to bed.
 The thing you would be looking forward to is what Wade was dreading.
 He lay in his bed much like yourself, thinking about how he will have to take off his mask. He was scared you would run away screaming, while you were excited to solve a mystery.

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31 with andreil, my heart says one of them have to break down eventually

i got two of these so y’all are fucking masochists, you asked for it

31) things you said while i cried in your arms

Neil had been in a lot of stressful situations before. He had been hunted for half his life, buried his own mother and carried on without her, and had nearly killed a handful of times.

Even so, the start of his junior year at Palmetto was the most stressful time of his life.

The Foxes were losing, and they were losing bad. They were four games into their season and were struggling to mesh as a group, and they had only won their last game through Neil and Kevin playing so hard that neither of them could walk after the game was over. It was their first win, which put them on the upward curve, but Neil knew the press wasn’t thinking that. 

No, they were thinking that Neil was failing as a captain, and they weren’t afraid to talk about it.

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Cassarric. Vaguely nsfw. Modern AU inspired by this POST - “we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf”

For vehlr because she gets blamed for all Cassarric. 


Looking back, he probably should’ve known the whole thing would turn into a disaster. But, like most things out of Isabela’s mouth, it had sounded like a good idea at the time. Besides what else did you do when your novel tanked, but go out and get shitfaced with your friends?

What had a started as a small group, soon blossomed into a large pack that seemed to take over half the bar. Not that Varric really cared, it was nice to have distractions. Lots of them, and all bearing shots of something or another.

A glass of what smelled like Scotch – the good shit – found itself in front of Varric, placed there by slim fingers. “It was good, Varric, and I’m sure it will work out.”

“Thanks.” He grabbed the glass, clinked it with Cassandra’s. “It will be okay, it’s just… disheartening, you know?”

“I can only imagine. But it is good, it still might sell.”

“If only I had about–” he stopped, eyes squinting, waggling one hand. “About five thousand more fans like you, then I might be in business.”

“Oh yes, fans that tear apart your writing while demanding you do this instead of that?”

Varric gave her a slow smile, “That’s exactly what fans are, Cassandra.”

She blinked slowly at that. “Oh. All right.”

He laughed and took a swig of the drink. Definitely the good stuff. Damn decent of her. Their friendship, he mused, had started off in a terrible fashion, that only a horrific misunderstand and large amounts of miscommunication can bring. The fact that Leliana had been less than helpful with sorting out the truth hadn’t helped matters either.

But now they were on good terms and Varric counted her as a friend. A damned good one.

Cassandra smiled and took a sip of her own drink, and he could see a certain glassiness to her eyes. Damn, how long had they been out? He glanced around at his friends, noting the various states of inebriation. Quite a while, it would seem.

“Dance with me!” Isabela cooed, popping up next to Varric at the bar.

He swiveled around on his barstool, arching an eyebrow at the obviously drunk woman. “Hello, I’m Varric Tethras, have we met? Because I don’t dance.”

“Oh, come off it. It will take your mind off things.” She pointed at his glance then made a motion with her hand that said ‘bottoms up.’ “You too, Cass.”

“No, I must agree with Varric. I do not dance.”

“You’re both absolutely no fun.” Isabela leaned between them, slapping money down on the bar. “THREE HORNY BULLS!” she cried to the bartender.

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Varric grumbled as the bartender quickly placed three shot glasses in front of them.

“Probably better if we do not,” Cassandra replied.

“Good point.” He took up the shot glass and met her eye. “You gonna do this?”

“Why not?” She picked up her own shot.

“Lovely!” Isabela brought up her shot glass, holding it out proudly. “May you always come more than you go!”

Cassandra nearly snorted her drink, clamping a hand over her mouth. Reaching around Isabela, Varric pounded her back until the sputtering subsided. Then he downed his own shot.

“Bartender, another!” Isabela called.

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for @hemmocrat and @tragicash‘s breakup!5sos blurb night 

i got a lil carried away and i dont this could really be considered a blurb but whatever

basically where luke is more tired than in love and y/n is left drowning in it (plus some bff michael who comforts her which is always fun)

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TELL ME ABOUT ARTHUR whhat is hi s deal what happen

okay let me preface this by saying i have watched this video about 20 times now at least„ so hopefully i can pull enough stuff to clear things up for people

first things first, the song (ghost) initially seems like its more about lewis, because, you know, hes kind of literally a ghost? and some of the lines definitely are more focused on him but a lot of the song focuses on arthur as well, so ill try to grab both screencaps and lyrics to help clarify

im gonna start at the flashback for the sake of chronological order and getting the motives and whatnot out of the way

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BTS RUN theory: the Corridors

In the MV, there are 2 people who are absolutely trapped: Jin and Tae. Their rooms are quite special from the rest in which they have no way out. Also, there is this quote that is literally shown for 100 times in this video: 

As you can see, they separated the quote to 2 walls. One wall reads “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die…” and another wall reads “While the mark of the mature man is that he wants to die live humbly for one.” It’s really strange that “humbly for one” is written in way smaller font and almost invisible from one’s view. I think this signifies that Taehyung can never achieve this modest life that he wants. Evidently, he changed the quote to “live” instead of “die”. I assume that he knows that he’s going to die soon. Interestingly enough, next to this quote is another one “Save me from myself”. It confirms that Taehyung is the cause of his own downfall, as we can see in I NEED U MV in which he killed his dad. 

Another predominant quote is “Youth is never coming back”. It flashes from time to time in the MV. In the picture below, it looks like Taehyung is confronting the quote; this represents that the innocence of the group is lost and he admits it is because of him. Also in the same pic below, he’s looking up to something. His worried look on his face tells us that something bad is going to happen. In addition, a quote visible on the wall Tae is looking at is “To young to die”. I think we can safely assumes that Taehyung is going to meet his doom soon. Another evidence to this is at the front wall facing us in which “Hoi Doei” can be seen. In Dutch(?), it means Hi, and Bye respectively. This marks his farewell. Another possible but less probable outcome for Tae is based on the movie “To young to die” (same name as the quote) in which the main character, who were abused by her father, killed a man with a knife and got evicted and imprisoned. 

Moreover, as I mentioned before, the rooms that Tae and Jin are in are enclosed, they are trapped forever, whereas other members have rooms showing another corridor. Notice that the corridors emit light to the dark rooms they were in. It can be inferred that heaven (or a solution to their problem), since light represents purity and goodness, is possibly on the other side but none of the members venture out to walk across it. It seems that they don’t notice its existence, they are just too focused on something else. Philosophically speaking, I think this emphasizes the concept of existentialist’s idea of absurdism in which they believe that life is meaningless and everything we do, though it seems important to us, is essentially worthless. Because we are so clouded by the mundane reality of life, we cannot find enlightenment which makes our lives better (as seen in these boys). 

Speculating from the meaning of the corridor, we can infer that the rooms represent each individual’s struggle. 

In Jimin, the corridor is on the left. He is trapped in a fish tank barely full yet he doesn’t know that. This is coming back to what I said about the boys don’t realize there a way to solve their problem. His conflict is about cowardness. Recall from I NEED U era, he couldn’t come to drown himself and subsequently he cried about it. I think Jimin has an inferiority complex and he hated himself for his cowardness

In J-hope, it’s on the left also. Initially I thought that these corridors would lead them to each other, and it would serve as a solution to their problems. However, J-hope’s corridor and Jimin’s are all on the left so this possibility is reduced somewhat. His room is full of feathers, relating it to the Korean version RUN in which we see the connection. This leads me to conclude he might die from his problem, which is narcolepsy. 

In Suga’s case, the corridor is on the right. Again, he is too focused on his problem to even notice there’s another side to his room. He is in internal conflict with himself. From Suga’s point of view, the shattered glasses reflect back at him an image of himself -one that he does not like. He is “shattered” so to speak from a trauma of some sort. If we go with the popular theory that he has alcohol addiction and this might be the cause of his turmoil.

Jungkook is a curious one, his room’s surrounding is not revealed to us. This leads me to believe that there is nothing in his room. Therefore, his struggle is not in his room, but it might be somewhere else. The camera zoomed into his face the whole time, but there was an instant where he looked toward his left. If you watch the MV again, this happens after which SUGA’s room is shown. 

After he looks to his right, we see SUGA dropping a piece of glass and it shatters. I believe Jungkook can hear this. This feeds into the possibility that Jungkook’s room and Suga’s room are linked. Also, more importantly, Jungkook’s problem is Suga himself. I think Jungkook is the one who can save SUGA. Their close relationship is established in the Korean ver RUN and it looked like he is deeply concerned about SUGA. Based on pure speculations, I think Jungkook and SUGA might be the living ones, depending how their relationship is going to turn out. 

What is even more curious is that we get a shot from the view of the corridor toward SUGA’s room!

However, prior to the scene above, we see Jungkook again, looking quite angry right at us. It might be that he’s looking toward Yoongi’s room.

His resentment for SUGA is depicted here, along with his follow-up action:

He crushes the flowers found in the korean version of RUN and lets the petals fall on the ground. If we interpret this scene as the falling apart of their relationship, it is foreshadowing that they will perish. 

Mikagura Anime Ep 1 Summary

since a subbed version isn’t out yet, here’s a kinda summary of what happens in episode one. obviously spoilers. i’ll go more into depth about stuff that’s different than in the already-translated parts of the novel/manga, and just give the basics of the stuff that’s the same.

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Orphans - Part Seven

Summary: Your parents died on a tragic car accident. Though you were lucky and survived. Depending on how one would describe lucky since you were now an orphan and had to live in an orphanage where you didn’t know anybody. But that quite blue-eyed boy, seemed to become a closer friend than you first expected.

Chapter Summary: You visit Castiel at work because he had something to give to you. Though something neither of you expected happened. Will it affect your friendship or will you just go on like you used to?

Words: 1225

Pairing: eventual Castiel x Reader

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Warnings: angsty?

A/N: So guys, Monday I’m gonna start school again which means I won’t get to write as much as I want to anymore. I hope I can still regularly update this series, but I can’t promise anything. Feedback is as always appreciated! (this part sucks I’m sorry)

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