Sorry folks but my hands are kinda janked up and a lot of Things are Happening in the IRL department right now. For the sake of my health and sanity I’m taking a week’s break from TPoH, so sadly there won’t be an update this coming Saturday. I was hoping to make it but I feel like the work would be a hazard to me, and the odds are I wouldn’t be able to make the page as good as I want it to be for you- hope you understand! I’ll be back to it asap.
Oh and there’s spoiler about… The whole game in general I think (?
1. When he kept pushing MC away on the apartment he said really mean things remember?
Who taught him all those things?
How many people has he seen being mean to others for him to know how to destroy a person’s feelings?
When and how did he learn all those things?
Her mother? The agency? We can only guess, it makes me sad everytime I think of it…
2. He sees his brother in Yoosung. Sometimes, he thinks of how Saeran’s personality could have been if he were raised by a good and normal family. Would he have been as cheerful and innocent as Yoosung?
Perhaps this is why he’s so comfortable around Yoosung, he puts pranks on him and even trusts him enough to let him help, when they went together to Mint Eye or when he helped to find information about Echo Girl for example, because let’s be honest, Saeyoung has a hard time opening to people or just being with people in general, he’s used to do things on his own: he went to church along, went to the drugstore alone, agreed to go to the agency alone, studied alone, most of his work is done on his own… And now he let’s Yoosung go to his home, play with HIS computers, search on files, go on missions with him. He really trusts this guy, he even wanted to give him his floppy disk (with the only pictures he has about his brother) and a box full of Honey Buddha Chips (his favorite food that he earned by doing a really dangerous mission)
Coming back to the topic, at that time, when he thought his brother was being happy far away from him, maybe he saw Yoosung and thought of his brother being like him, studying at some university, visiting his parents at weekends or going out with friends.
Well, Natemare would totally do it, I mean, its what he does to a lot of people is pretend to be someone else to mess with them, its his whole sthick.
But Anti? No, Anti would hate it too much to do anything with it.
He wants to be seen and acknowledged and paid attention to. He is his own person and being stuck to Jack and mistaken for Jack is the WORST. so it would be like Oh boy I made a friend- wait no, its because I’m stuck in this god awful vessel. I AM HERE NOW AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO.
he might mess with him when he gets over himself, but it would be because hes bitter.
HOLY FREAKING COW I LOVE ALL MIGHT WITH A BEARD OMG
This development amuses me to no end because I made that as a joke and apparently there’s a bast mayority of people who have found themselves unexpectidly digging the beard look and then there’s a 5% that hates it with RAGING PASSION
i really hope that no one takes any of these posts as me “attacking” their ships or whatever!
let me also re-clarify, this has NOTHING to do with me shipping mcpriceley. not one bit.
i just really need to put it out there that 2 males can be friends without you guys having to turn it into a gay relationship. it’s also really important that we have this kind of representation of friendship so that it kills the whole “dudes bein nice and supportive of each other is gay” thing.
I understand wanting more representation of the LGBT+ community in media. But let’s also not wash away this CANON, safe, pure, NON-ABUSIVE, NOT SEXUALIZED (unless you wanna count baptize me as sexual, but we know it’s all a joke) relationship between a Ugandan woman and a fat, nerdy, white boy.
Can we just appreciate that? For once? The only canon couple in this musical ended up being between a black woman and the nerdy sidekick. They could have easily made it the skinny, smart lead (Kevin Price) but instead made it Arnold. Who was never confident in himself and who was always used to being in the shadows.
I know I’m late and I feel so bad :( but it’s better late than never right? well let’s get to the point… My beautiful Sooyoung thank you so much for being the human being that you are, I will always be thankful to you because you are my energy pill, my happiness, my strenght to don’t give up, my role model, my love, you are… you are my everything and you don’t know me in person, but you have done so many good things in me and you have no idea, thank you so much for being yourself. If someone ask me to pick a single thing I like about you I don’t think I’ll be able to answer that because I love every single part of you, oh my angel I can already feel the tears in my eyes just by thinking about how perfectly imperfect you are… I can’t thank you enough for changing my life for good, thank you, thank you and a thousand more times thank you :’) my angel I know I’m late but I know you had an amazing birthday surounded of people you love and that love you back, I wish you the best in this year and I also know this year is gonna be full of blessings and even more LOVE, Choi Sooyoung my multifacetic goddess I wish you a Happy Birthday and I hope all your wishes become true, I love you with all my heart and soul and that will never change, I love you Choi Sooyoung <3
Five Times Chat Noir Failed at Flirting and One Time He Didn’t
Written for Day 13 of Marichat May. Sin comes from a Greek word that apparently also means missing the mark. So, this fic is Chat Noir missing the mark.
Thank you @agrestenoir for helping to come up with this idea.
Things had been a little awkward since the day Chat Noir and Ladybug learned each other’s identities. They still worked well together as a team, and they still saw each other every day, but something was different. Marinette was still friendly as ever, and Ladybug still joked around, but it wasn’t quite the same. She was all business during akuma attacks, and she hardly spoke to him after they detransformed. The more he considered it, the more he realized it all happened the day she found out he was Chat Noir.
The only way that made sense was if, for some reason, Marinette didn’t like him. Either Adrien him or Chat Noir him. Either option was confusing, given that she was always friendly to Chat Noir and Adrien alike, but it was the only thing that made sense.
Plus, it was something he could possibly correct if he tried hard enough. After all, they were partners and friends, which had to mean something.
So, when he saw her walking home alone late at night, he was only too happy to greet her.
“Hey, princess,” Chat Noir called down to Marinette. “Need a lift?”
She jumped and turned to look up at him. “Chat Noir? What are you doing out here?”
He dropped down beside her. “Well, I was just doing a little solo patrolling. What are you doing out so late?”
“I was just walking home from school. Alya and I were working on our history project together.” She frowned. “Why are you out patrolling alone? I could have joined you.”
“I… well…” He shrugged. “I was actually just getting some fresh air. You look like you could use an escort, though.”
She snorted. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” He winked. “ It would be my purrleasure-”
She shook her head, her grip on her schoolbooks tightening. “You should head home, Adrien. We’ll be patrolling tomorrow anyway.”
After the events of Fan Fiction led them to confess their feelings, Dean and Castiel spend their first night together. Dean is thrilled to discover that Cas’s interests align nicely with his…
“That is what I what I want, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, their noses brushing, their mouths a scant half an inch apart. Dean could feel Castiel’s breath on his lips. “To worship you.”
There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.
“In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas’ left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU’RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.
Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he’s already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.
But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.
"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why.”
The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.
Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel’s awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby’s personal space, or Sam’s. Why is Dean different? Maybe there’s something everyone is missing.
Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean’s definitely rethinking that opinion.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into jobs and everyday life, though, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a triathlon relay team. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean is not an “athlete.” He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.
“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”
“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”
“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.
They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.
“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago; “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”
Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”
“You really should have just given him what he wanted.” The man circled around Jensen leisurely, as if taking a stroll in the park, and stopped right before him. Eyes the colour of a clear summer sky stared back at him. “But…maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t because now I get what I want.”
The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.
Castiel Novak is infuriating. He can’t finish an art project without making a huge mess, his typically charcoal colored fingers leave smears along household objects, he makes fun of Dean all the time, and he’s a perfectionist about everything.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean’s in way over his head, because someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like Cas.
(Of course, that’s not to say it won’t stop him from trying.)
It starts out, as most things don’t, with a drawing.