Not sure why I’ve never noticed this before. It’s almost one of those things where I’m hoping it’s a continuity or script error that’s contradicted in another episode.
But in Episode 4, when Yuuri calls Celestino, he comments that he hasn’t seen Yuuri since the Sochi Grand Prix Final.
Which implies Celestino wasn’t there with Yuuri at the Japanese Championship (aka Nationals).
So that means Yuuri was so embarrassed after his GPF performance (and probably after getting drunk at the banquet) that he immediately walked away from Celestino. That didn’t happen after Nationals like I thought it did.
Yuuri faced Nationals by himself.
This sweet, beautiful, dumb baby child.
I love him with all my heart, but he really did need to learn that he had love all around him the entire time. He just kept hiding from it.
She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.
“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.
“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.
“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”
Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.
She looks good in his jacket.
Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.
There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.
She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.
“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–
“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”
He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”
Okay but lance is dealing with so many inner demons and the team isn’t helping. Pidge calling him “the goofball”, Hunk and the rest of the team calling him dumb, Keith’s “pep talk” to Lance in his room, which obviously didn’t help as you can see lance still had that sad expression on his face. I hate langst as much as the next person but I have a bad feeling that lance is going to do something self sacrificing in s4 or future seasons, or at least have a breakdown. Someone please tell him he is a necessary part of the team. Someone love him. Please I can’t stand to watch his insecurities escalate.
Hinata got up on all fours, and opened his eyes; face only a few millimeters away from Kageyama’s. “Why?” He laughed, uninhibited, words unable to leave his mouth for a few moments. “Why would you do something so dumb?”
Kageyama stared up at him with tender, glossy eyes and chuckled along. “I don’t know, it’s just…” He ran his thumb across Hinata’s lips. “I thought it’d make you laugh. I love the sound of your laughter.”
Hinata placed his hand on top of Kageyama’s and pressed his lips to his thumb. “Is that all you love?”
“It’s not.” Kageyama steadied his eyes on Hinata’s golden ones, swallowed, and clearly said, “I love you.”
Okay, but like the first (and even like the second, third, you can go on) listen to “Marvin Hits Trina,” you’re so up in arms with a deep satisfaction that Whizzer and Trina are finally calling Marvin on his bullshit (We had fights and games / Marvin called us funny names / Marvin always played the clown) and then shock and anger at Marvin for freaking out and hitting Trina. And I’m not trying to justify Marvin’s freak out - it was completely inappropriate. But like, the “I am so dumb” declaration is one of the most important lines of the entire show - especially for Marvin’s development as a character.
He isn’t /just/ freaking out because of the dissipation of a future that he naively envisioned (a tight-knit family, an ex-wife and lover and son that blindly adored him, making a male housewife out of Whizzer)…
He’s freaking out also because of what Whizzer said and what that means for his previous actions and sacrifices.
Whizzer says, “Do I love him? No.”
And that devastates Marvin. Because if that were true, then that meant Marvin would have to accept that all he did - leave his wife, alienate his kid, tear apart his family - was for nothing.
It’s clear that Marvin loved Whizzer because he gave up everything for him. And it was in that moment that Marvin realized:
It was all for /nothing/. Whizzer didn’t love him. Like, his entire life is falling apart - and also, he now believes that he ruined his life and isolated himself from his family all for a guy that he loved but didn’t love him back (allegedly, of course).
Marvin says, “I am so dumb.” It’s so significant because throughout the musical, Marvin constantly bragged about being so smart and successful. Even in most of “Marvin Hits Trina,” Marvin is still bragging about himself (accusing Trina of “ruining his seed,” of trying to “make him look bad,” and essentially telling her that he did treat her well with the lyric “how could you ever deny what we had?”). But it takes Whizzer - someone who Marvin dehumanizes and calls stupid and who he obviously thinks is below him - to first knock him down by beating him at chese and then to destroy him further with one word: “[Do I love him?] No.”
Marvin finally feels dumb because now he thinks that Whizzer never loved him, that he threw his life away for a man who truly did not give two shits about him.
That part is so heartbreaking because it’s the peak of Marvin’s character development - Whizzer finally makes him stop blinding himself with all these self-praises and blaming other people for his mistakes in order to soothe his ego by tearing him down with a truth that Marvin had refused to ever accept.
Because if Whizzer didn’t love him, then that meant that Marvin would have to admit that he’s not so smart and desired and deserving of love. He’s “so dumb.” And that’s what makes him freak out. He let himself love and give up everything for someone who never cared, and it’s such a devastating blow to his self-esteem. He’s been “tricked” by some stupid tramp of man - someone that he thought he could always dominate and force his will upon.
I don’t know. It’s the best part of the first act - especially for Marvin as a character. I feel like that was the moment he stopped bullshitting himself and learned to face a very clear fact that everyone knew since the beginning:
SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?
OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM
AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING
GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY
YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL
AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM
ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER
LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK
LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY
LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS
WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY
AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN
OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT
AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO
LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG
AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER
AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM
AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM
AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN
AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS
LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*
I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.
AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME
AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY
AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED
AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES
AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER
AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT
AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING
NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY
AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY.
AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE
AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH
AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM
HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR
HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER
AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS
AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE
LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG
ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.
HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE
THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK
AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING
YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING
AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM
AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING
LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS
Falsettos moments that always give me goosebumps/make me cry
-“Ask me if I need him… Get him out of my wayyyy”
-Everything after & including “It hurts not to love him. It hurts when love fades” in The Games I Play
-“I never, never, never, never, never, never wanted to love you!”
-“As we march… Along.”
-“But I still have my son on the weekends… Just on the weekends”
-“But I don’t have a lover anymore. Oh my god, when am I gonna get over this?”
-“Learning love is not a crime!”
-All of What More Can I Say, especially “It’s so swell, damn it. Even I’m surprised.”
-“Life is never what you planned. Life is moments you can’t understand.”
-“Everything will be alright”
-“I’m staying here in this spot. Whether you want me to or not.”
-“Kid… Be my son.”
-“Let’s be scared together. Let’s pretend that nothing is awful. There’s nothing to fear. There’s nothing to fear. Just stay right here. I love you.”
-“Who’d have thought that we four would end up as lovers?”
-“Do I love him? No.” “I am so dumb.”
-“Something bad is happening. Something very bad is happening. Something that kills, something infectious. Something that spreads from one man to another”
-“Tell me, why was I chosen? Why me, of all men?”
-“At least death means I’ll never be scared about dying, again.”
-“Death is not a friend, but I hope in the end, he takes me in his arms and let’s me hold hold his face. He takes me in his arms and whispers something funny. He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace his attack… Then the scene turns to black.”
-“The many stupid things I thought about with dread, now delight.”
-“It’s the last little mountain I’ll climb.”
-“Sometime… sometime… sometime… sometimmmmmmeeeeee”
-“I feel more helpless than I have in years.”
-“How did you turn out so great? Who do I thank for the man you turned into? Kid, do you know how proud I am? If I don’t show how proud I am. You hold my dreams, kid. I burst at the seams ‘cause of you.”
-“What would I do, if I had not met you? Who would I blame my life on? Once I was told that all men get what they deserve. Who the hell then threw this curve? There are no answers. But who would I be, if you had not been my friend?”
-“One, out of a thousand others. Only one my child would allow.”
-“Who would I be, if I had not loved you?”
-“Do you regret? I’d do it again. I’d like to believe that I’d do it again and again and again.”
-“How am I to face tomorrow after being screwed out of today?”
-“I’d beg or steal or borrow, if I could hold you for one hour more…”
-“Once I was told that good men get better with age. We’re just gonna skip that stage.”
-“We’re a teeny tiny band. Lovers come and lovers go. Lovers live and die, fortissimo. This is where we take a stand. Welcome to Falsettoland.”
-THE ENTIRE DAM MUSICAL
#7 “I have a dumb idea!” “I love dumb ideas!” #11 “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” and #12 “Whoa what happened while I was gone.”
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Description: You and Zendaya had gotten invited over to Tom’s house, he was throwing his first “party.” You both arrive, a decent amount of people there and end up loosing Zendaya, but find Harrison instead, making the party ten times more exciting.
A/N: AHHHH first Harrison imagine and it’s for my bff so I hope you enjoy ilysm!!!
“Hey Y/N, did you get a text from Tom too?” Zendaya spoke over the phone, her voice echoing throughout your house.
You had just woken up, you were currently doing your makeup, you know the usual girly things.
“Yeah, something about him throwing a party?” You laughed, blending the eyeshadow on your eyelid.
“I don’t know what he’s thinking, he’s never thrown one before, but I’m intrigued to see how it goes, care to join me?” She asked in an amused tone, making you stop blending and think for a moment.
“You know what, sure, why not, lets see what he’s got, it’s not like he could throw one better than us.” You joked, making Zendaya laugh, causing you to laugh along with her.
Zendaya was your best friend, you both met on the set of Spider-Man Homecoming and instantly clicked, just like Tom did with Jacob.
However, Tom already had a best friend, who also was kind of his assistant, and that would be the famous Harrison Osterfield.
“I’m pretty positive Harrison will be there tooooooo.” She teased, making you scoff as you applied your mascara.
“I wouldn’t doubt it, they’re best friends Z.” You replied, this time making her scoff, which you weren’t going to lie, made you feel good in a way.
Ever since the filming of Spider-Man Homecoming, you started to have a thing for Harrison, you weren’t really sure at the time what it was exactly, but apparently to Zendaya it was obvious that you liked him.
“I’m just saying that maybe at the party this could be your chance to you know..” She trailed off, making your eyes widen and a laugh to escape your lips.
“ZENDAYA!” You screeched, making her laugh loudly, as you laughed along with her.
“I’m just saying!” She laughed, making you shake your head, even though she couldn’t see you, Zendaya had a good idea of what you were doing.
“I’m not sure if he even would feel the same, I mean he’s like Tom, they could get whoever they wanted, why would he want someone like me?” You questioned, applying foundation onto your face, before blending it in with your beat up beauty blender.
“Y/N, please, you’re gorgeous, he would be an actual dumbass not to want you.” Zendaya spoke seriously, making you sigh and shrug into the mirror, looking at your reflection.
“I don’t know Z, I just don’t see it ever happening.” You pressed the powder onto your face, locking in your foundation before adding the last few steps, before spraying your face with setting spray and spraying some perfume.
“I will take this challenge, and I will win.” Zendaya declared, making you roll your eyes and laugh.
“Alright Z, we’ll see.” You smiled into the phone, as you put your shoes and glasses on, grabbing your wallet.
“I’ll pick you up around seven thirty, so be ready, love you boo!” She spoke excitedly into the phone, making you laugh as you responded with an ’I love you too boo, bye!’ before hanging up and going on about your day.
You went out and got a smoothie and a bagel, before shopping for an outfit for tonight’s party, you wanted to look good.
You ended up getting a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, you knew it was a basic outfit everyone wore, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it.
You then continued on with your day, buying some groceries since you were out, before heading home and getting ready for the party.
You decided to shower before the party, then put on your new outfit you had just bought, a smile on your face as you saw how it all looked on you.
You weren’t going to lie, you looked good.
You then did your hair, deciding to give it some volume by curling it, then touched up your makeup a bit.
You felt your phone vibrate, letting you know Zendaya was here, before you rushed down to meet her.
“Y/N! Damn you look like a million bucks!” She smiled widely, making you wave your hand, dismissing her comment, laughing.
“Thanks Z, you look amazing yourself!” You complimented, making her twirl and laugh.
She wore a vibrant red dress, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.
“Alright, lets blow this popsicle stand.“ She shouted, making you cheer along with her.
It took a good thirty minutes to get there, traffic being a pain, but you both soon arrived, the sound of music erupting from the house, along with chatter from people.
“You think he invited enough people?” You joked, making Zendaya laugh and loop her arm with yours, before walking up to the door, opening it and entering, seeing lots of people scattered everywhere.
“Wow, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but we’d still do better.” Zendaya smirked, making you laugh and nod your head in agreement.
You both walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink and sampling a few snacks along the way, observing all the people around you.
Your eyes soon spotted Jacob, a smile forming on your face as you waved to him, making him rush over in excitement.
“Y/N! Z!” Jacob cheered, making you both laugh and hug him.
“Hey, what’s up?” Zendaya asked, taking a sip of her drink from her red solo cup.
“Not much, Tom’s party is kind of lame, I like yours better honestly.” Jacob admitted, making you both cheer and laugh.
“I knew we threw better parties, Tom just can’t beat us.” You dramatically flipped your hair over your shoulder, making Jacob laugh.
“But since you both are here, come with me so Tom and Harrison can talk with you guys too.” Jacob smiled, making your stomach tighten up a bit, you gave Zendaya a look, but she gave you one in return.
Jacob lead you across the house, out to the backyard where Tom and Harrison were talking to a few other people.
Jacob called out to them, catching their attention, smiles forming on their faces.
“Hey! You guys came!” Tom grinned, walking up to the three of you, Harrison following behind.
“Yeah, but it’s lame Holland, you tried to beat us, you failed.” Zendaya smirked, taking another sip of her drink as Tom gasped, placing a hand on his chest.
“I am offended.” Tom declared, looking between the both of you.
“Jacob even admitted it to us.” You teased, making Tom’s eyes widen, looking at his friend.
“What! Jacob!” Tom shrieked, making Jacob laugh and rush off, Tom following after him.
“I’ll go after them to make sure Tom doesn’t kill him.” Zendaya smirked, winking at you as you pleaded she wouldn’t leave you alone with Harrison.
But she did.
You then decided to down your drink, it was going to be a long night if that was the case.
“Hey Y/N, enjoying the party?” Harrison asked, his drink in his hand as he looked over your outfit, making you blush slightly.
“Eh, it’s alright, but it’s better now that you’re here.” You shrugged, the alcohol starting to kick in.
“I can agree on that one.” Harrison winked, making you giggle, which Harrison loved.
You both eventually sat on the edge of the pool, your feet in the water, drinks by your side the both of you just talked.
People had slowly merged to go inside, Tom was apparently doing Karaoke with Jacob, which was horrible.
“Oh my god, you’ll never guess what I just thought of!” You squealed, making Harrison laugh, turning his head to look at you.
You were clearly buzzed by this point, and so was Harrison, mainly why you both were so open with each other.
“Spill.” Harrison grinned, making you smirk and turn to look at him.
“I have a dumb idea!” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows making Harrison laugh.
“I love dumb ideas!” Harrison cheered, raising his cup into the air, before taking a sip of it.
You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison, he knew you were up to something.
“Well you see, this dumb idea, it involves us,” You giggled, setting your cup on the ground, turning to face Harrison completely, “We’re going to go skinny dipping!” You smirked, watching Harrison’s eyes widen at your words.
“A-Are you sure?” Harrison stammered, unsure if this was the best idea, but you nodded rapidly, the smile never leaving your face.
“I’ve always wanted to do this, and what better person to do it with than you?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Alright then, lets do this.” Harrison grinned, pulling his shirt off, then his pants, as you did the same, until you both were completely in the nude.
“Now lets pray we don’t get caught, but that makes it even more of a thrill.” You laughed, before grabbing his hand, the both of you jumping into the pool.
You both returned to the surface, smiles on your face as laughter erupted from the both of you, you’d never been so happy in your life, and from what you could tell, neither had Harrison.
“Cheers to skinny dipping!” You shouted, as did Harrison, clinking your cups together before taking a drink.
You turned around to set the cups back on the concrete, only to be turned back around by Harrison, being trapped between his arms, your back pressing against the side of the pool.
You both looked at each other, emotions clear of how you both felt about each other, you didn’t need to use words, you both already knew.
In a matter of seconds you went from laughing and having fun, then to Harrison having his hands in your hair as yours were wrapped around his neck, your lips locked together.
You didn’t know how long you two had been making out for, you felt as if time had stopped.
You had even forgotten you both were completely nude, in the pool, at Tom’s house.
You both didn’t even heard the door open, that is until you heard someone clear their throat, startling the two of you.
“Oh my god, guys really? I know I told you to get some Y/N, but I didn’t mean in the pool!” Zendaya laughed, but was serious at the same time, her eyes wide at the scene in front of her.
You both hide behind the wall, both your faces flustered, but you both couldn’t help but laugh.
You heard Zendaya let out a gasp, finally noticing both of your clothes scattered along the pool, her eyes widening even bigger if that was possible, her mouth hanging open slightly.
She turned around, noticing Tom was on his way out to the pool, making her spin back around quickly.
“Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” She shouted, making both of your eyes widen as you both quickly scrambled out of the pool, doing your best to dry off, before putting your clothes back on.
You both rushed to get everything on before the back door opened, Tom walking out along with Jacob, who looked around skeptically.
“Whoa, what happened while I was gone?” Tom questioned, noticing how you and Harrison were soaking wet, while Zendaya looked stressed as hell, unable to believe you both clothed yourselves that fast.
“U-Uh, nothing?” You questioned, glancing at Harrison who nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, w-what she said, nothing.” Harrison shrugged, watching Tom and Jacob to see if they’d believe them.
“Why are you guys soaking wet? Did you go in your clothes?” Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow, making Zendaya laugh, which resulted in you and Harrison both glaring at her.
“No, something definitely happened here.” Jacob nodded, looking between the three of you.
“Guys can I just tell them? Please!” Zendaya pleaded, but you both shook your head no.
“Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell happened?” Tom groaned, looking at his best friend then at you.
“If we tell you, promise you won’t kill us?” Harrison questioned, making Tom narrow his eyes.
“What did you two do?” He noticed Zendaya start laughing again, making his stomach churn.
“You see, it’s a funny story actually, uhm, well, you see…” Harrison stammered, looking at his feet, while you were biting your lip hard.
“They went skinny dipping!” Zendaya blurted out, making Tom and Jacob’s eyes widen, looking at the both of you in shock.
“Oh come on!” Tom shouted, covering his face in his hands as Jacob busted out laughing.
“It was the heat of the moment! We had a little too much and well, things escalated!” Harrison tried to explain, but Tom was already muttering curse words.
“If it helps, we realized we both really like each other.” You commented, laughing slightly as Harrison wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“Dude I’ve never felt more alive, especially when we kissed, it was so good.” Harrison grinned, making your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“Oh gross, shut up, I don’t need to hear anymore, I don’t want to know anymore, I just know I need to drain my pool now and get it cleaned instantly.” Tom whined, glaring at the both of you playfully before going back inside.
Jacob followed after, still laughing along with Zendaya, while you both stayed outside.
“I really like you Harrison.” You smiled, making his heart melt, he’d fallen for you since the first day you arrived on set.
“Trust me Y/N, I really like you too.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing his lips against yours.
You both stood outside for a bit, just kissing, while everyone else inside was dancing and singing.
You eventually pulled away, resting your forehead against his, smiles resting on both of your faces.
“Round two?” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully, but nod in response.
You both started walking to the pool when the back door flew open, revealing an out of breath Tom.
“Enjoying your birthday so far?” You walked up to Harrison after seeing Laura walk away from him, leaving him alone, nudging him in the process. He turned around to face you, smiling as you stood next to him by the drinks table.
“Oh, yeah,” his smile didn’t falter, “I heard you helped with the party. Thanks.” You smiled in return.
“Did we surprise you? Was it good?” Harrison let out a soft laugh, nodding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug.
“You got me, it was a nice surprise. It’s nice to just hangout with everyone and not have anywhere to go in the morning – it’s nice having you here.” You fought the blush threatening to spread from your neck to your cheeks, ready to respond when Tom called everyone’s attention.
“Alright, everyone,” He signaled for Jacob to lower down the music, picking up his cup that he sat on a table earlier. “First, I’d like to thank Zendaya for letting us trash her house.”
“You’re all helping me clean this shit up. Except you, Harrison. Happy birthday!” Harrison laughed, raising his glass toward her.
“Anyway, before I was interrupted,” Zendaya stuck her tongue out at him, mocking him, while Tom did the same to her, “I want to also thank (Y/N), for helping set up the party while the rest of you lot sat on your asses.” He winked at you, causing you to laugh a little, “We’re here to celebrate my partner in crime, my brother at heart and my best friend, Harrison.” Everyone cheered for him, including you. Harrison looked toward you and gave you a small squeeze with the arm that was still wrapped around your shoulders. “Haz, you’re the best friend anyone could have, and the best person anyone could know. Thanks for always being there – even if I can be a little bit of a handful sometimes.” Tom raised his glass, prompting everyone to do so as well, “To Harrison.”
“Thanks everyone,” Harrison smiled, “This was really nice. I’m glad I have you all with me today. Let’s keep the party going!”
“Everyone, to the pool!” Zendaya screamed, being the first one to run outside, causing everyone to follow.
“Haz?” Harrison stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you, a smile on his face again.
“Yeah?” You hesitated on whether you should give him his gift now or not. You decided against it, shaking you head.
“Never mind. I thought I lost my sandals, but they’re by the couch.” Harrison looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, extending his hand toward you.
“Let’s get in the pool.” You nodded, smiling softly while taking his hand.
Now that the whole school knows about Y/N and Peter, a lot of things change and they have to explain Ned what happened.
Words: ~ 1400
A/N:I accidentally just deleted this but luckily, I still had a copy! I’m so glad because I’m actually proud of this series. (Part 3 is almost finished!)
“Look… it’s not that we don’t want to be your friends anymore but-”
I rolled my eyes before I interrupted one of my so called friends, “You don’t need to end that sentence. It’s either you or Peter. I get it…”
I didn’t need to think about it for a long time. 3 seconds most. “I guess it’s good bye then.”, I mumbled, turning around and pushing my science book closer to my chest.
I slowly made my way through the big cafeteria, trying to hide my oncoming tears.
Sure, I could’ve just stayed with them but Peter would probably be a punching bag again if I did. Besides I finally had what I wanted. And I was happy to say that I was dating Peter.
Although, It hurt that my friends wanted me to decide. And it hurt that I wasn’t cool enough for them anymore. But that’s how highschool works, I guess.
But as soon as I saw Peter’s back facing me, his curly hair looking as cute as ever, I felt a smile forming on my face while he was talking to his best friend Ned.
“You’ve had a crush on her for months and now I hear it from Michelle? Because you didn’t tell me?”, Ned wanted to know, hysterically gesturing with his hands.
“Ned, it wasn’t… it’s complicated.”, Peter sighed and ran his right hand through his brown curls.
I was standing behind them by now, putting my book on the table and my right hand on his shoulder before leaning down to hug him from behind. “Hi, Peter.”
He had jumped slightly but melted into me when he heard my voice.
“Hi, Y/N.”, he smiled softly after I sat down next to him, his brown eyes staring into mine. I quickly cupped his face with my hands to press my lips on his, making him breathe in audibly. I felt shivers running down my back from this little kind of affection and smiled into the kiss before I pulled back.
This kiss may have lasted for a couple of seconds but for me it was already enough to release me from all the negative thoughts.
“I still have to get used to that.”, Peter chuckled and my eyes furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”
“Being able to kiss you. And not just… daydreaming about it.”, he admitted, nervously fiddling with his fingers with his eyes fixed on the empty plate in front of him.
My heart had skipped a beat because of his words. He was too precious for this world.
“You’re so cute.”, I wispered before my hand reached up, my fingertips brushing through the strands over his ear. Peter looked at me again, happiness being visible in his hazel eyes.
I saw Ned awkwardly eating the rest of his lunch, shifting on his seat, and Peter noticed it too. “Sorry, Ned.”, he said apologetically and Ned nodded before he gave us a smile.
“It’s okay. I am happy for you. But I don’t get why you didn’t tell me.”
Peter looked at me briefly, his hand finding mine under the table before he interwined our fingers. Peter opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him, “You can’t tell anyone, Ned. Okay?”
Ned only nodded and Peter began to explain, “Remember that letter I wrote? Yeah, Flash found it and read it out loud. The whole hallway heard it and Y/N was there, too.”
“Flash was making fun of him and I was so pissed that Flash treated him that way, so I just kissed Peter. I wanted to prove Flash wrong and let him be the dumb one for once.”, I continued and Ned nodded while Peter was staring at me with this cute look.
“Ah, so you just act like a couple to annoy Flash!”, Ned said and I rolled my eyes.
“What? No, we’re not!”, Peter exclaimed but then turned his heads towards me with a worried expression on his face, “Or are we…?”
“Peter, we are dating.”, I chuckled and Peter sighed in relief, “In case you didn’t notice: I’m in love with you, you dork.”
Peter chuckled and looked at the table again, mouth open but no words came out and the corner of his mouth going up. He smiled at me, then looked at Ned and back at me. He was speechless.
“You’re still loosers.”, Michelle interrupted our conversation making Peter and Ned turn their head towards her, their faces expressing ‘What the fuck?’
“Just because you’re dating Y/N doesn’t mean you’re popular now.”, she claimed and Peter shrugged, obviously not caring about that. But I did. I cared that my friends didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.
“You okay?”, Peter whispered while Ned came up with a sassy comment. “Yeah, it’s nothing.”, I mumbled quickly, maybe too quickly.
Peter’s eyes seemed to look for the truth in my own eyes, he tightened his grib on my hand before his other hand brushed over my arm.
I felt safe with him and I enjoyed being able to show him my vulnerable side. But a room filled with teenagers wasn’t exactly the best place.
It seemed like Peter had read my mind, suddenly nodding slightly after my gaze wandered through the cafeteria. “You want to come over after school?”, he asked softly and my answer was a nod, followed by a smile.
The bell rang and I grabbed my book before I stood up, Peter and Ned doing the same.
Peter’s arms were wrapped around my neck only seconds later and I put my hands on his back.
This was our first real hug. I was awkwardly holding my book in one hand while people started to run around in the cafeteria, trying to get to their next period.
But still, this hug gave me the needed strength.
Peter’s warmth embraced me and I felt his hot breath against the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My cheek was pressed against his collar bone and my face buried in his neck while his chin rested on my shoulder. This was the moment I realised that our bodies simply fitted together in the perfect way. He wasn’t much taller than me and that was perfect.
It felt like time froze, nothing mattered and that was perfect.
He loosened the hug to smile at me, his eyes fixed on my lips before he pecked them.
“Peter, we gotta go.”, Ned reminded him and he blushed slightly as he nodded, giving me a reassuring smile before he and Ned went the other way.
“You’re one lucky guy.”, I heard Ned say and I chuckled as I watched them doing their handshake.
But Peter didn’t leave the cafeteria without turning around again and slightly waving at me.
After what felt like years the bell rang and school was finally over.
I packed all of my stuff in my backpack before swinging it over my shoulder and entering the hallway.
I was thankful for all the pupils that minded their own business and rolled my eyes at those who stared at me.
Me and Peter dating was like a big impossibility that somehow still happened and nobody seemed to understand what made it happen.
Peter already stood at the front entrance of our school, waiting for me impatiently. A smile formed on his face when he saw me, approaching him and he instantly took my hand in his when I stood in front of him.
“Hey.”, he chuckled before he pressed a kiss on my lips and I greeted him too.
We hadn’t seen each other since lunch but it seemed like an eternity and Peter started rambling about his day almost immediately.
The entire train ride to his home I couldn’t help but stare at his face, admiring him and loving the way he couldn’t stop talking about his favorite movies.
He also told me that he recently found a dvd player and started doing - I already forgot what it was but I was totally amazed by his knowledge.
I had almost forgot about telling my parents about my spontaneous trip to Peter and sent them a message so they wouldn’t worry.
✿ genre: mostly fluff, some soft angst, soulmate!au
✿ word count: just over 11k
✿ sypnosis: an au in which you’re born colorblind, but as you grow up and fall in love with your soulmates (can be friends, lovers and even family), you’ll begin to see new colors one by one. green is the last color you can’t see until you meet joshua. i found this au idea somewhere, so it’s not mine, but i can’t remember where i got it n i dont have it saved !!
✿ notes: hnG IM FREE! wow this was a long, wild ride and i wanna d*e every time i think abt it. anyway, this was originally meant to be finished on @starshua‘s birthday, n here i am…. posting it over a month later :”) anyway i hope u enjoy it little foot i worked Hard even tho it’s a mess, n happy belated birthday !! also tagging @shuvee, another shua enthusiast !
“Did anyone say prince?” Prince asked, moving up as he was called by his host. Thomas looked up at him, raising his eyebrow.
“No… I called you by your name…”
“What do you need me for, Thomas?” Prince asked, excitedly. “A new quest to be fulfilled? A new idea to be formulated? An advice?”
“Actually…” Thomas said, sitting on the couch and staring at his creative side. “I just… I was just wondering… Could you like… Stop flirting with all the others?”
Prince froze, before he looked at Thomas, surprised.
“What… do you mean?”
“I mean… well…” Thomas started, clearly a little bit embarrassed. “You are constantly flirting with the other sides, and like… not that it’s a bad thing but… sometimes the viewers forget the message of the video and focus on you… flirting… with the others”
“I… never flirted with any of them” Prince said, firmly, and Thomas raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, calling Anxiety ‘hot topic’ or ‘my chemically unbalanced romance’ or just overall calling them silly nicknames or saying things that could be interpreted as sweet in almost every video to all of them, specially for Anxiety, is really considered flirting” Thomas said, and Prince’s eyes widened.
“N-no! That was meant to be sarcastic and a little bit mean but not… flirty” he said, horrified. “Oh no… That’s why…”
“Yep. You’re everyone’s favorite guy to ship with everyone” Thomas nodded, and Prince slowly sat down in the closest chair.
“Is that why people… think Anxiety and I are…” he mumbled, and Thomas nodded.
“And you and Logic. And you and Morality. Even though the last one is more unusual” Thomas said, shrugging. Prince covered his face, blushing deeply, and the host smiled. “Hey buddy. It’s fine. I was just wondering if you could tone it down a bit so I can get serious messages across”
“Yes, of course… I am terribly sorry Thomas” he said, sighing. “It’s just… I am a prince, so I don’t know actual snarky comments, and when those three irritate me all I can do is call them ‘darkness in the light’ or ‘round eared Spock’ or ‘actual sunshine’ and I-”
“Quit flirting, Roman”
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO”
Thomas sighed as Roman rubbed his eyes in defeat.
Inside Thomas’ head, however, everything was a mess.
“He called me Spock?” Logic asked, eyes bright, a dumb smile on his face.
“Actual sunshine” Morality squealed, hugging the pillow closest to him.
“Darkness in the light…” Anxiety chuckled, smiling shyly as he stared at his phone. “He’s so dumb…”
The three let out a deep, lovely sigh.
Maybe Prince should just continue flirting anyway. Thomas hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.
You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN
…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.
Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.
Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)
So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.
Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.
Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.
See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.
Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.
Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.
And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.
And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.
So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.
I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.
Okay, on to Amish Satan.
So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.
So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.
(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)
So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.
I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.
So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.
So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.
Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.
So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.
And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).
I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.
Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.
I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?
I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.
…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.
So I was like…okay,
So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.
Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.
They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.
I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.
So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.
Okay but I just… really love the idea of Pidge having a dumb
baby crush on Lance.
She’s so embarrassed by this.
“Why HIM?” She whines,
burying her face into Hunk’s shoulder. “Oh my god, he walked into a glass
door yesterday. He put his elbow in the fondue fountain talking to a cute girl.
He squeed over new moisturizer. He is the source of half the secondhand
embarrassment I feel.” "Is the other half Coran?” “Mostly.” “That’s fair.”
“MATT, I HAVE FEELINGS, AND
BUTTERFLIES, WHAT DO I DO?” “C O N S U M E T H E M.” “What
the fuck.” "No, seriously, who do you have feelings for?” “What the fuck Matt what was that.”
See, and she also starts to get
really self conscious about all the jokes and jabs she makes at him for his
goof behavior. “Is the reason I joke about his terrible pick up lines that
they’re terrible, or is it that I’m jealous?” (It’s not jealousy, he’s a cheesy
shit she just thinks that’s cute) but she gets super self conscious about
criticizing him because she doesn’t want to be an ass
Lance picks up on the fact that
she’s being nicer and just
“Hunk, Hunk, what did she
do?” “What?” "Did she accidentally delete all my music or trap
my room or plan a mean prank or–” “WHAT?” “PIDGE IS BEING
NICE AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS.”
Someone save these two.
Pidge is awkward, Lance is
oblivious, everyone is watching them spiral.
“What do I do does she hate
me now” “Why would her not calling you a dipshit mean she hates
you" “That’s our THING we have a THING I act like an idiot and she
calls me on it it’s our THING!”
Lance actually finds there
dynamic to be incredibly special? He cares about Pidge a lot (Even if it’s not
a Red kind of emotion yet) and doesn’t know what he did to mess this up?
One day, during lunch. Pidge:
Ugh, Lance, why. Why are you like this? Lance: Love you too, gremlin! Pidge: I
hate you. Allura: Wait, was Hunk lying about what a crush is, then? Pidge:
*slowly turns to look at Allura with a dead stare*
He does, especially for all the
Shit Pidge gave him when he had crushes on people
Anyway, long story short, Pidge crushing on Lance is adorable whether he returns her feelings or not. It’s cute. Let her be cute. Let her have silly puppy love crushes on her friends and try to figure out how feelings work. Let Pidge be a normal teenager trying to hide a blush when the guy she likes says something funny. Let her have her normal teen girl moments in between all the war.
Oh! And let her crush on one of the guys she knows won’t give her shit for being trans.
1. Because they are the center of each other’s universe. Everything Akaashi does, he does for Bokuto. If there’s a person Bokuto always seeks, that person is Akaashi. Let’s just face that if Akaashi really was the manipulative and condescending setter he’s often accused to be, Bokuto would avoid him like the plague. If Bokuto was just a dumb ball of muscles, Akaashi would never invest literally all his energies on him. Instead, they both pour an incredible amount of love and devotion on the other, they make each other feel better… HONESTLY, if this is not love…
2. Because they balance and support each other. At first glance, they do are a strange couple, but I think they work perfectly together. Akaashi grounds Bokuto and Bokuto inspires Akaashi in every way possible in return. They also rely on each other, mutually. Bokuto needs Akaashi’s emotional and moral support, he needs his strength and reassurance, but this doesn’t mean Akaashi is there to spoon-feed him. On the contrary, he’s always the first to call out his extraness and his tantrums. At the same time, Akaashi is devoted to Bokuto’s constant improvement and never ever ever said a bad thing about him behind his back, he was always there with that smug smile talking about how great he is, and is ready to fight whoever dares to say the opposite. No one is as proud of Bokuto as Akaashi is, and they are each other’s biggest fan.
3. Because they have amazing chemistry. They have the definition of polar opposite personalities, maybe that’s why they fit so well. They are amazing partners on court and are that kind of couple that never argues. Despite everything, they barely even banter and never, ever, an insult left their mouth. Of course, they get frustrated with the other sometimes, but that’s only natural if you mix Bokuto’s teasing personality with the perfectionist that is Akaashi Keiji. Overall, I think that if there’s a thing that they never fail to bring in each other’s life, that thing is pure excitement. Not to mention that they are also competitive AS HELL. You’ll see…
4. Because they deeply care and understand each other. Bokuto is not an easy partner, at all. He’s loud, demanding and unstable but Akaashi is the only person able to always manage him so well, no matter the situation. He knows, understands, and can handle him in a way no one else does. Akaashi cares about his ace, A LOT, and even if Bokuto doesn’t show the same amount of concern towards Akaashi, this doesn’t mean he cares less about him. I just think that Bokuto (who’s not dumb for the love of god), knows Akaashi so much to understand that he just doesn’t need or want all that attention. He knows Akaashi is there for him whenever he needs him, and the same thing goes the other way around.
5. Because they naturally gravitate towards the other. The setter/ace relationship is very strong on its own but, let’s face it, these two boys are literally glued together. They attract each other so much it’s almost impossible to find them alone, they even hang out together in school despite being from two different years. Take the summer training camp as another example. If you see Bokuto in a scene, chances are that Akaashi is right next to him or looking at him from afar (with the softest smile on his face. We see you -Kashi, we see you). Not to mention that canonically Akaashi fell asleep on the ground next to Bokuto, rather than leaving him alone during the captain’s card games night. I MEAN.