Ashido and Kirishima’s Relationship As of Chapter 144
I’ve been going through Tumblr posts and comments to chapter 144, and people keep saying that Ashido inspired Kirishima to get into U.A. or that she has a positive influence on him.
Were we reading the same chapter? Because if anything, I think Ashido Mina brought out a lot of negative emotions in Kirishima, and people are misinterpreting the scenes in chapter 144.
First of all, let me clarify something, I’ve always been curious about the relationship between Kirishima and Ashido ever since the databook revealed they went to the same middle school. Their high school relationship seems so casual that I would have never guessed they had gone to the same middle school. They barely talk to each other in the manga, and when they do, it’s usually casual exchanges like these.
They were on the same team for the cavalry battle, so I guess there’s that.
However, even throughout the cavalry battle, there’s no hint of Kirishima and Ashido having a special friendship or relationship. She’s added to the team so that her Quirk can melt Todoroki’s ice.
Their casual friendship has always made me curious about what their relationship was like in middle school. They seem to tolerate and respect each other, but there’s nothing that stands out besides this funny little moment in the Omake.
As a result, I was really curious about what Ashido’s role would be in Kirishima’s backstory. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they barely knew each other in middle school considering how there aren’t any hints in the manga of them knowing each other from middle school. They act like two people who met each other in high school rather than middle school. There’s no close companionship or tension, mostly very casual comments occasionally.
Sure enough, according to chapter 144, it doesn’t appear like they knew each other that much. Kirishima’s friends had to explain to Kirishima who Ashido was, implying Kirishima didn’t know her that well. Keep in mind, Kirishima and Ashido were both middle school seniors at this point and were about to graduate middle school, yet Kirishima and likely Ashido didn’t know each other.
Since Ashido didn’t interact with Kirishima at all or seem to notice him in chapter 144, it’s likely their middle school relationship was almost non-existent at this point, which would explain the casual friendship they have in high school.
When Kirishima learned about Ashido, he didn’t display positive emotions. Ashido didn’t motivate or encourage him. Kirishima looked overwhelmed and jealous and felt inferior when he compared his less flashy Quirk to hers.
After hearing about Ashido’s amazing Quirk, Kirishima specifically thought “I’m honestly just kinda dull, and boring.” Those thoughts lowered his self-esteem and held Kirishima back. Ashido was a negative influence on Kirishima at this point.
To put it in simple terms, this was Kirishima before meeting Ashido.
This was Kirishima after meeting Ashido.
Furthermore, when Kirishima failed to jump in to help a couple of schoolmates, he saw Ashido jump in to help them instead.
After seeing her act like the hero and jumping in to save her friends when Kirishima was too scared to do so, Kirishima continued to compare himself to Ashido and felt more inferior. He started thinking that he can’t be a hero like Ashido can. He’s too normal compared to Ashido. He doesn’t have the great Quirk or abilities like Ashido has to be a hero.
Kirishima had so many negative feelings because of his perceived inferiority to Ashido that it was the last straw, and he temporarily decided to not try to get into U.A.
Keep in mind, Ashido didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t mean to inflame Kirishima’s inferiority complex. In fact, Kirishima’s feelings of inferiority is towards people with flashier Quirks in general. Ashido just represented the people who Kirishima felt inferior to. If Ashido weren’t around, some other individual with a strong Quirk could have just as easily discouraged Kirishima from taking the U.A. entrance exam.
At no point in the chapter or manga does Ashido provide positive reinforcement for Kirishima. She hasn’t inspired Kirishima to be more like her and to be a hero. They didn’t even interact in chapter 144. Kirishima felt jealousy towards Ashido that discouraged him from becoming a hero. That’s nowhere close to Mirio motivating Tamaki to becoming a great hero or Bakugou inspiring Midoriya to become a great hero. It’s the reversal of those relationships.
People may argue that Ashido later encouraged Kirishima to get stronger, to start jumping in to save people, and/or to dye his hair. However, we don’t know for sure if that was the case. It’s likely that wasn’t the case and that Ashido always kept Kirishima’s confidence down and brought up these negative feelings inside Kirishima. It would be opposite of the motivating relationship of Mirio and Tamaki have had.
First of all, Kirishima never needed Ashido to motivate himself to train. Before meeting Ashido and comparing himself to her, he was training hard so that could be more like Crimson Riot and other heroes. He would have kept training if he wasn’t suddenly unmotivated to becoming a hero.
Before meeting Ashido, Kirishima also understood how important it is for heroes to rescue people. In fact, he specifically said a hero’s body moves before they can even think. He bases this off of what Crimson Riot would have said. It’s unlikely Ashido would have provided him with this same encouragement. If anything, she would discourage Kirishima because he’d compare himself to her and become afraid to save people because he’d think he’s not as strong as Ashido.
It’s possible Kirishima spiked his hair and dyed it red in order to stand out like Ashido. However, that’s not necessarily a good thing. Spiking his hair and dying it red isn’t necessary to becoming a great hero. Second of all, Kirishima most likely spiked it red to look more like Crimson Riot, so Crimson Riot would have inspired Kirishima to make the appearance change, not Ashido.
I feel like people are acting like Ashido had a positive influence on Kirishima when it’s evidently the opposite at the moment, or people are acting like she and Kirishima have had such a great relationship when there’s no proof of that happening.
I hope their relationship has a positive impact on Kirishima. I don’t want his thoughts of Ashido to always hurt him. I hope Kirishima and Ashido can talk to each other and Kirishima can stop feeling inferior to her. I hope they can become friends and have Ashido motivate Kirishima into becoming an amazing hero. As of now, she did nothing but lower Kirishima’s self-esteem and made him temporarily give up his dream of becoming a hero. Ashido hasn’t been a positive influence on Kirishima or inspired him into becoming a great hero as of yet, and they certainly haven’t had a great relationship when they lack meaningful interactions in the manga so far.
Sorry, this is post probably going to be an unpopular post because I see a lot of people gushing over Kirishima and Ashido’s relationship. This is only my interpretation of the manga’s events. If you have a different take on their interactions, then good for you. Right now, I just see Kirishima and Ashido’s relationship as the opposite of Mirio and Tamaki’s relationship.
pre-voltron hance headcanons???:0 how they were as roommates / how they met maybe???
ahhh okay! while i love the idea of them being childhood friends, i feel like its just not as likely
• i think they probably met one their first day at the garrison
• hunk was probably really nervous and worried that his roommate wouldnt like him, but he and lance hit it off right away
• lance probably took one look at hunk and immediately started flirting (i mean really… who wouldnt?)
• he probably said something along the lines of “are u made of fluorine, iodine, and neon? ‘cause u are F-I-Ne”
-lance is a huge nerd and actually pretty smart okay fight me on this
• hunk, the sap that he is, probably just blushed and shoved him away and then asked to see his class schedule or something
• i like to think that the connection between them was instantaneous, like the kind of person you meet and just immediately connect with
• they probably had inside jokes by the end of the first week
• they brought out the best in eachother
- hunk helped lance to be more confident in himself and was always there encourage him when his anxiety got the best of him or when his adhd made the rigorous classes too hard to handle
- and lance probably brought hunk out of his shell as well! i think hunk was probably really shy and self-concious before he met lance but lance never made him feel bad about his weight or teased him when he got super excited about things and slowly hunk was able to open up and be himself more
• if the garrison had superlatives, hunk and lance would definitely win the “best bromance” one or something like that
• the two of them were inseparable. they did everything together. by some stroke of luck they had all the same classes their first year, and the next year they planned their schedule the exact same way so they’d be together again.
- lance probably cried when he had to go to his first pilot class without hunk. it was a rough day.
• study sessions anyone?
- since they had all their classes together, they probably studied (read: crammed the day before every test) together all the time. it was intense.
- when it came to exams, lance would either hyperfocus to the point where hunk had to get him to stop and eat something, or he wouldnt be able to focus at all and would end up distracting hunk until he caved and they played video games or something together
- hunk wasnt much better, however. he probably stress bakes, so come exam time the room would be filled with more desserts than lance could eat
- lance: why on earth did u bake 13 batches of cupcakes
hunk: so we have something to snack on while were studying?
lance: uh huh and… when exactly are we gonna start studying? after you finish icing those brownies orrr….?
• lance and hunk were cuddle buddies. end of discussion.
- is there anything better than cuddling with someone after a long stressful day? no. theres not. and ill be damned if lance and hunk didnt cuddle all. the. time.
• it was probably an accident the first time. lance had probably come back from another stressful day in iversons class and just… crawled into hunks bed, curled up next to him, and fell asleep.
- hunk would never let lance live down how bright red his face had turned when he woke up the next morning spooning hunk
• speaking of which: hunk is .. usually the big spoon, but lance loves being the big spoon as well
- lance: its like hugging a big cuddly teddy bear okay!
i couldddd probably go on but im gonna stop there because im on mobile and it keeps glitching bc of how long this is. i hope you enjoyed, anon!
Here’s the Bellarke of it all. I got in trouble a little bit last year by sort of like putting the Bellarke out there. Because everyone wants to know if Bellamy and Clarke are going to be together, right? I can’t be speaking as to whether or not they’re going to be together or not together or anything like that, but they always- I’ve always said, they have a relationship, right? The nature of that relationship, I won’t speak to. And so yes. But that all means, there has always been some thematic material for them and their relationship and that will continue throughout this season and it will certainly evolve because that’s a very crucial relationship, whether it’s a friendship or however you want to characterize it. Um, so yes. […] I think the issue, last year, was because of the Carke/Lexa relationship and the fans of that relationship- it became kind of a loaded thing to talk about Clarke in any other relationship… Like as if- You had this almost pitted Bellarke/Clexa world and I just sort of, like, I didn’t really wanna get into any of that kind of conflict. I am just writing music for characters and all of those characters have relationships with each other that I have to score music for and I don’t have like any agenda politically
Tree Adams on how the Bellarke theme has evolved this year.
*Sigh* Well. I’m honestly not sure what I could say to easy anyone’s mind. I’m so sorry guys. This show was expensive, not properly marketed, and unlike anything people were used to. In that sense, it was in danger of being cancelled. I don’t entirely blame Netflix because business is business, but I do some because Sense8 was more.
I’m extremely disappointed that Netflix, a company who has demonstrated some great prioritization and openness to tackling serious issues, has failed to accurately see the value of this show beyond money. Not only did this show offer an INCREDIBLE representation of REAL LGBTQ+ characters and actors, human relationships, political and social progressivism in a divisive and insecure time for the world, and an AMAZING cinematic performance in terms of story, visuals, acting, and special effects, but it honestly created a space for people of all ages to learn about and relate to important issues while easily watching a fantastic, fun show.
Yes, it’s pride month. That fucking sucks honestly. This show employed and depicted LGBTQ+ people in an accurate and positive way, mental health issues, political issues, familial issues, friendship, and more in a beautiful way. Instead, however- not to be overly controversial, but- Netflix cancelled Sense8 and other great shows like The Get Down, while deciding to renew problematic and controversial shows like 13 Reasons Why.
I will do everything I can to promote another network picking up this show (however unlikely), and I will be heartbroken like all of you, but I would just like to remind everyone to really talk about these shows in the future. We need to spread the word and get others to watch the shows so that they can continue making money for the company because the reality is that it would not be enough for a business to continue the most expensive show on television simply for social justice (if only). Shows like Sense8 impact the lives of young people growing up and finding themselves, young artists learning about incredible work such as this, and every day folks who become more open to differing ideas by watching these shows.
Again, I’m so sorry. I know how special this show was, I am extremely disappointed and sad. There’s so much I could say, but it wouldn’t make enough of a difference. I will always be here to continue the love that Sense8 brought to its audience. Perhaps we’ll get something more, perhaps we won’t, but we will always have a special place in our heart for our fellow sensates, and I urge you all to continue spreading positivity around the world in any way you can. Remember, we have more shows that are great and some that need help. This will not be the last show to be so inclusive and revolutionary. If I can help it, I will do everything I can to bring it back once I establish myself in film :) I love you guys! Come to me with your emotions and I will give you virtual hugs.
I’m including Netflix’s statement here because it is accurate, however much you may dislike them right now:
It is everything we and the fans dreamed it would be: bold, emotional, stunning, kick ass, and outright unforgettable. Never has there been a more truly global show with an equally diverse and international cast and crew, which is only mirrored by the connected community of deeply passionate fans all around the world. We thank Lana [Wachowski], Lilly [Wachowski], Joe [Michael Straczynski] and Grant [Hill] for their vision, and the entire cast and crew for their craftsmanship and commitment.
klaus mikaelson& stefan salvatore + friend/brother
we’re strange bedfellows you and i ● my friend here is a vampire. i, however, am something else ● on the contrary, right now i’m the best friend you’ve got ● see, i am still waiting for my old friend to come back ● thank you, i’ve forgot what it was like to have a brother ● you know, i’m hurt. i hoped i’d free you and we’d pick up where we left off. so much for friendship ● friends don’t strip friends of their free will ● do you really have no appreciation for me? i have given you someone to hate. to loathe. a target for all of your anger so you don’t have to turn it on yourself, as your friend ● this is stefan salvatore, an old friend.
In the rain of cinders and ashes, their alliance ceased; his decision, made. Anger overpowered the small whisper of regret in the back of his mind.
“You will never understand, Moon.” His words pierced through her chest.
The fall of friendship was the uprising of war.
HYPE. Please don’t see this as canon. This is purely my own assumption/interpretation of what happened between them (headcanon). However, I do hope something like this did happen. I MEAN, I asked for a 22 mins episode about their relationship and i got 2 fucking hours!!!! Im pushing my luck on this one. I need some angst.
It will be harder than you expect. Maybe not academically, maybe not socially, but there will be something that trips you up. That’s fine. You’ll pull through, and if you can’t do it yourself, someone will be there to help you if you ask.
PLEASE ASK FOR HELP IF YOU NEED IT. From profs, from TAs, from friends, from counselors, anyone and everyone. Don’t be afraid to ask for help.
You’ll meet people who will seem infinitely better than you, and maybe they are. That doesn’t make you any less wonderful.
If you play an instrument/sing/act/perform now, DO NOT let that go in college. If you love doing it, hold on to it. Finding time to practice will be tough, but don’t let your passions die.
If you want to go out, find some friends and go out. If you don’t, don’t.Do what you’re comfortable with, and if you want to push your own boundaries, do it with friends by your side in case it’s too much.
”We should grab a meal sometime!” is not a binding contract, but if the person seems cool please try to follow through with it. It’ll be worth it.
Speaking of meals, don’t skip them. It’s terribly easy to do so, but that’ll only hurt you in the long run.
Also, don’t order take-out all the time. Yeah, dining services can suck, but meal plans are a lot of money. Spend your fake money, monitor your real money.
Planning on building a relationship with a prof? Office hours. OFFICE HOURS. GO TO OFFICE HOURS. Don’t have a question? Go say hi. Is good. Gogogo.
——————————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader Request: I’m so happy requests
are open again. I would like one where Bucky gets jealous of Steve and the
reader because they are kinda “flirting” even though the reader
really likes Bucky and Steve is like a brother to her. Sorry if it was confusing.- @masevaldez Warnings: Jealousy + Swearing A/N: Happy Valentines day everybody! Sorry I’ve gotten so shit at posting again, but I’m really trying I promise! Anyway, I’m making a start on the requests you guys have sent me so look out for those! Anyway, I’d love to know what you guys thought so feel free to shoot me a message, anytime! ———————————————————————————————————
Being an Avenger meant friendships were far and in-between.
If it wasn’t another member of the team, then it was hard to maintain any kind
of relationship. However, there was one exception to this rule. You. You and
Steve had become close friends after moving into the same apartment building,
and since then had become practically inseparable. Most people, at first sight,
believed you two to be a couple, an idea that you both found utterly hilarious.
There had never been anything remotely romantic about your relationship, with
you both treating each other more like siblings than anything. In all
actuality, you had more of a thing for his best friend, the supposed Winter
Soldier. Steve teased you about this fact relentlessly, trying to nudge you
towards Bucky every opportunity he got.
“I don’t get why you won’t just tell him how you feel!”
Steve implored, taking a swig from his beer bottle as he slouched back into the
“Says you!” You scoffed in response, nudging him in the leg
with your bare foot, “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed authority of waiting too
Groaning, Steve let his head fall back against the cushions,
shaking his head as you laughed beside him. “Well then, learn from my
mistakes.” He smirked, tipping his bottle in your direction as you rolled your
“You gonna go all Captain America on me?” You asked, cocking
an eyebrow as you downed the last of your beer, “Cus I could really do without
the rousing speech.”
“Ha ha, very funny, and no. I’ll let you off for tonight,
but remember, we’ve got a team fundraiser next week and I’m sure Bucky would
love to take you as his plus one.” He smirked, chuckling as you hit him in the
face with a pillow. “Okay okay, I get it! I’m dropping it!”
You and Bucky had a strange kind of friendship. There was
always this constant tension when the two of you were together. Like you were
both teetering on the edge of something more, but too afraid to take the leap. At
times, you felt like jumping in, throwing caution to the wind and just laying all
your feelings on the line. But then, your doubts would resurface. What if he
wasn’t interested in you like that? What if he did and then it didn’t work out
between the two of you? How would that affect your friendship with both Bucky
and Steve? You just didn’t know whether it was worth the risks. Steve insisted that
A. Bucky did see you as more than friends, and that B. No matter what happened
between you and Bucky, nothing could affect the friendship the two of you had.
The night of the fundraising gala came, forcing you to
squeeze yourself into one of your fancier dresses. You hated events like these.
You’d always arrive at these things with Steve by your side, only for him to be
snatched up and waltzed around like a prized pony. After exactly that happened,
you found yourself sat at the bar, sipping at one of the fancy cocktails that
Stark always served at these things.
“Y/N…” A voice spoke from behind you, causing you to swivel
in your seat before a wide smile broke out on your face.
“Bucky!” You grinned, moving to your feet to press a kiss
against his stubbled cheek.
“Hey Doll, you look… amazing…” He murmured, pulling back
slightly to let his eyes trail up and down your figure as his hand rubbed at
the back of his neck.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Barnes. Who knew you
scrubbed up so good.” You smiled, slipping your fingers under the lapels of his
jacket as he smiled down at you fondly.
“Hey Buck! How’re you two enjoying the party?” Steve’s voice
suddenly sounded, causing you and Bucky to jump back from one another.
“Stevie!” You grinned, tucking yourself under your best
friend’s arm. “You finally made it away from the vultures?”
“Yep! I managed to sneak away, wanted to see how my best
girl was doing.” He grinned down at you, not noticing the way Bucky’s jaw
clenched at the words. “So, how’s it going?”
“Same as usual, bunch of stuck up business men and
politicians trying to find out dirty secrets about the team.” You huffed, eyes
flickering over to Bucky as he turned away with a frown. “What about you Buck?
Liking it so far?”
“Hmm? What, oh yeah, sure…” He grunted, signalling the
bartender for another drink, eyes trained everywhere but the two of you.
Frowning, Steve just shook his head slightly, confused
momentarily by his friend’s sudden mood change. When he realised just why his
friend was now downing a scotch like it was his lifeline. Trying to hide the
smirk that tugged at his lips, Steve squeezed you slightly closer to his side.
“So, Doll…” He murmured, hand moving to grip your hip. “How about, we get out
of here? Do something just the two of us…” He smirked down at you, trying to
smother the laugh that bubbled due to your puzzled expression.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky huffed out, barely
loud enough for you to hear as he threw back yet another drink.
“What’s up Bucky?” Steve asked, making a show of dropping a
kiss to the top of your head. Grinning as Bucky’s knuckles turned white around
“Nothing.” Bucky practically growled, eyes glaring down at
the bar as he twirled the now empty glass around in his hand.
“If you say so. So, Y/N, you want to get out of here. Or
would you do me the honour of a dance first?” Steve asked, threading his
fingers with yours as you continued to look at him like he’d grown a second
“Really? You’re really gonna do this shit?” Bucky exclaimed,
moving from his seat with a loud screech. “You’re gonna preach like the two of
you are ‘just friends’, and that you’re basically siblings. Insisting that
there’s nothing going on, when you know damn well how I feel!”
Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Steve unwrapped his
arm from around you, shoving you gently in Bucky’s direction as you stood dumbfounded.
Had Bucky just gone halfway to admitting some kind of feelings for you? “Buck?”
You whispered, mouth gaping slightly as Bucky stood, chest heaving, in front of
“Shit.” He muttered, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Steve murmured, clapping Bucky
on the shoulder as he walked away, triumphant smile on his lips. All he could
think was that hopefully the two of you would finally get your heads out of
your asses and admit your feelings for one another.
“We need to talk, somewhere quiet…” You murmured, quickly
grabbing Bucky by the arm and tugging him out of the crowded room.
“Bucky!” You called up the stairs, trying to rouse the super
soldier from the deep slumber he tended to slip into. Sighing when you got no
response, you headed back to the kitchen. Plating up the pancakes and bacon,
you hummed along to the song that blared out of the speakers.
“Hey baby.” Bucky’s voice murmured in your ear, strong arms
wrapping around your mid-section as he dropped soft kisses to your neck and
jaw. “How’re my girls doing today?” He hummed, dropping his hand to caress your
swollen stomach as he smiled against the skin of your neck.
“We’re good baby.” You murmured, hand resting atop of his as
you tilted your head. “You need to quit worrying so much.”
“I know, I just love you both too damn much, I don’t know
what I’d do if anything happened to you.” He mumbled, burying his face in your
neck as you gently caressed his hair.
not to be "that person", but whats your opinion on Dekubaku?
i don’t like it.
there’s ten years of abuse and bullying from Bakugou to Izuku, and i can’t see it ever becoming a healthy relationship in the long run, even if they do resolve their issues. that’s a lot of history, over half of their lives, and a lot of bad blood.
i can see them maybe becoming tentative friends in the future, only after they’ve resolved their issues with each other and Bakugou has sincerely apologized for everything he did to Izuku. but most of their personal issues stem from a misunderstanding of each other.
Izuku’s self confidence was was severely beaten down by Bakugou, and Bakugou’s inferiority complex has been fueled for 10 years by his misunderstanding and fear of Izuku’s intentions.
i just can’t see those lingering feelings ever fully disappearing, and i imagine being in a relationship would only bring those feelings back to the surface.
they’ve never been very good at communicating with each other (it took 10 years before they tried talking, and only because Bakugou was going through an emotional breakdown from his guilt over All Might retiring), and were barely friends as kids, when their relationship was arguably at it’s best. (and even back then, most of what Bakugou did was insult Izuku and show him up for fun. tho it only turned hostile after the incident where Izuku tried to help him)
they can push each other into becoming better heroes and people. Izuku admires Bakugou’s determination and that inspires him, and Bakugou refuses to lose or be left behind by Izuku. Izuku can learn more about winning from Bakugou, and Bakugou can learn more about saving people from Izuku. they’ve finally talked and resolved some of their issues, and have become proper rivals.
but that doesn’t mean their relationship is completely fine now.
plus, neither character has ever particularly liked the other very much. Izuku does admire Bakugou, but he feels a deep sense of antipathy towards him for everything Bakugou’s done to him (which, considering everything, is a very understandable response). Izuku is willing to put aside differences and work with him for the greater good, however. Izuku likes to avoid conflict unless he feels it’s necessary.
Izuku might have some lingering feelings of friendship from back when they were very, very young, but i think they’d be nostalgic, fleeting, and confusing at best. Bakugou never told Izuku why he started bullying him until 10 years later, after all, and that must’ve really confused Izuku.
most of the time tho he actively tries to avoid Bakugou unless the situation forces otherwise.
Bakugou, on the other hand, has never once shown anything but disdain for Izuku. the nicest he ever was was when they were kids, when Bakugou thoughtlessly and harshly mocked Izuku. (which is something that kids who aren’t taught better often tend to do. as in, they tend to say mean and thoughtless things without thinking about how their words affect others. Bakugou never learned how his actions affect others until UA.)
their relationship is getting better, slowly but surely, but i just can’t see them ever having a healthy romantic relationship. i can see them barely having a healthy friendship, and only after certain conditions are made (talking out their issues more and a heartfelt apology from Bakugou).
you can’t just erase 10 years of emotional and physical abuse and conditioning.
A/N: I love all
the feedback you all keep giving me! I wanna be humble and say: “You’re feeding
my ego, stop!”… but KEEP IT COMING! *Wink* I love it! Makes me want to keep
writing! Love you guys! You give me the warm and fuzzies! I have a big weekend, so part 5 may not be posted until next week!
had someone ask me about this, yesterday… If you notice that I sometimes switch
off and on using contractions (it is
versus it’s), that’s because I have a
lot of APA style papers I’ve been doing for college and my professors keep
telling me not to use contractions (example: it is or you are)! I
think contractions sound less strained, but it’s hard to kick the habit after
writing papers! Just to answer that question!
pregnancy, swearing (always), a little bit of smutty/fluff at the end, etc.
“Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What happened?” You hear
Peter’s panicked voice from outside the door.
“Her blood sugar was low.” You hear Natasha’s voice, “She
was lucky Ed – from security – caught her, or she would have hit her head.”
“I got a voicemail from her saying that her mom hit her with
a bottle.” He said quietly, “Is there any damage?”
“Just a cut and some bruising. Her body will heal it once
her blood sugar is back to normal.” You hear someone sigh, “I think we need to
get her out of there. Especially, if she wants to keep your baby.”
“I’ve been a dick.”
“Yeah, you have been.”
“Yeah, you have been!” You call out, jokingly. Your back
cracked as you stretched, “Now, can someone get me the hell out of this bed?”
The door was thrown open, and Peter ran in. His entire
appearance was disheveled. “You’re okay.” He breathed out.
“I feel fine. Just sore.” You held out your arms, “Hug me?”
He ran to you, sitting down and pulling you up into his
arms. “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked, “I thought I needed time to think, but
all I could think about was how much I wanted to talk to you. I was miserable,
and being a jerk. Then, Tony called and said that you were in med bay, and I
panicked.” He tightened his arms, “I had a full-on panic attack in front of
Steve. I was terrified something happened to you, or the baby.”
“’Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you
apologize for the truth.’ Benjamin Disraeli.” You smirked, burrowing your face
into his neck and pressing a small, chaste kiss there. “You were upset. I get
it. I’m sorry I scared you.”
“How the hell do you have these quotes memorized?” He sniffed,
a smile in his voice and smoothing your hair against the back of your head, “I
keep having to Google them to keep up with you.”
“I like to keep you on our toes.” You pulled back, framing
his face with your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away any evidence of tears,
“I’m sorry for being a jerk, too.” You pulled him down, pressing your lips to
his. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer. Before you could get
too intimate, though, you pulled back a little, keeping your foreheads
together, “We need to talk about this. This isn’t something we can put off.
There’s kind of a deadline – or due date, if you will.”
“You really want to keep this baby?” He asked, pulling back,
but taking your hands in his, “You want to be parents at sixteen?”
“I just don’t think I could live with myself if I chose any
other option.” You looked at your intertwined hands, “Are any parents really ready? At any age?”
“I suppose not.” He mumbled, bringing your hands up to his
mouth, kissing your knuckles, “I just don’t want you to hate me, if things
don’t work out.” He looked up, “Not th-that I think it won’t work o-out, you
know? I just want to make sure you are ready to be stuck with me for the rest
of your life. This isn’t something we can just back out of.”
“I was already prepared to have you in my whole life,
however long my life lasts.” You smiled up at him, “Whether it be love or
“Really?” His eyebrows shot up, “You like me that much? Wow,
sounds like you’re a little obsessed with me.”
“Shut up, you ass.” You hit him in the shoulder, gently. “I
fucking like you, okay? Like, a lot. You know I don’t take dating lightly. I’m
dating you for a reason.”
“I thought you said you only liked me for my ‘hot bod and
decent personality’?” He smirked, using finger quotes.
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
“You guys are weird.” Natasha’s voice came from the doorway.
“I will never be able to get that sentence scrubbed from my brain. Thanks for
“Hey, Nat.” You leaned over, looking behind Peter. “How long
have you been standing there?”
“Apparently, too long.” She smiled, “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” You scooted over so Natasha could sit on your
other side, “My face doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel fine.”
“I talked to your doctor.” She frowned, “Your blood sugar
was really low. Not good when your hormones are changing. When was the last
time you ate?”
You thought about it. “Well, shit… Lunch? …Yesterday, I
think? I was freaking out.”
“You can’t do that, Y/n.” She scolded, running a hand
through her red hair in frustration, “You’re pregnant. You need to eat more.
You could really hurt the baby.” She slapped your arm, “And no more rigorous
training until after the baby is born. Only exercise as much as the doctor
allows. Cho is going to find you the best OBGYN. Tony already said that cost
“I can’t let him pay for things.” You frowned, moving your
hand over your small bump. “I can’t pay him back.”
“You can let me pay for things, and you will never speak of
paying me back, ever again.” Tony waltzed into the room. “Everyone out. I need
to speak to Y/n, alone.”
Peter kissed your forehead, “I’ll go grab you something to
You nodded, and the two left the room. “So,” You started,
nervous about what Tony had to say. “What’s up?”
“I’m only going to say this once.” He put on his stern
‘dad-voice’ that he usually reserved for you and Peter, “You are getting
“Tony…” You sighed, leaning back against the pillow.
“Don’t you ‘Tony’ me!” He replied, furious. “That woman
threw a fucking bottle at your head. I know this isn’t the first time she has
hurt you, and it probably won’t be the last – if you fucking stay with that
woman.” He started pacing. “You’re lucky that I haven’t reported her to Child
Protective Services! You’re still a minor, and she has been abusing you.” He
stopped, crossing his arms and facing you, again. “What if she hurts the baby?”
“Don’t you dare say she wouldn’t.” He snapped. “You know –
deep down – that she would. Accidently, or purposely.”
He was right. She was always either high, or drunk. Who
knows what she could do, or leave around the apartment for a baby to find. “So,
what do you suppose I do?”
“Get emancipated, and move into the tower.” He shrugged, “Or
with Peter and that insanely hot aunt of his. Either way, as long as you’re not
in that apartment.”
“I’d need a job to get emancipated.” You sighed, “I don’t have
a fake ‘Stark Internship’ like Peter. Or a job.”
“I’ll put you on payroll for Med Bay.” He sat down next to
your knee, “Your job is to finish high school. You can raise the baby, go to
school, and work for Med Bay when the baby is born. We could use you in Med Bay
after a mission, anyways. Plus, we have a 24-hour daycare, you know.”
It wasn’t a bad plan. “Are you sure about this?”
“Would I offer this if I wasn’t?”
He had a point. “Okay.”
You held your finger up before he could say anything, “I don’t know if Peter
will want me to move in full-time, so I’ll keep my room here, and we can add to
it. How does that sound?”
“Sounds reasonable.” He shrugged, “Although you do realize that the kid is head over
heels in love with you, right?”
“Shush!” You leaned forward, slapping his shoulder, “We
haven’t talked about that kind of thing, yet!”
He laughed, standing up, “Well, I’ve hogged you long enough.
I can practically feel spiderkid pacing outside the door.”
“Thanks, Tony.” You smiled, and he tried to wave you off,
“No, seriously, Tony. You are literally saving us, and I appreciate you.”
“Shut up, kid.” He blushed, “I don’t want to see two
beautiful minds not live up to their potential, just because life didn’t go
according to plan.” With that statement, he opened the door and walked out.
Peter ran in a few seconds later, arms full of different
food. “Hope you’re hungry.”
“So, you’re really keeping the baby?” Aunt May asked, sitting
across the restaurant table from you both. “Are you guys sure about this? It’s
not something you two should take lightly. This is a child, who’s life is going
to depend on your care.”
You nodded, holding Peter’s hand under the table, “I have a
job. Mr. Stark hired me for med bay.” You took a small bite of your food –
thankfully not Italian food – and squeezed his hand a little, “I’m also getting
emancipated, so I can move out and away from my mom.”
“Are you living with us?” May asked, eyes widening in
excitement, “I am so happy you are finally leaving that apartment. You have no
idea how happy that makes me.” Her voice cracked, and tears sprung to her eyes.
“We decided that Y/n is going to have the option to stay
with me, or stay at the tower.” Peter shrugged, “Mr. Stark gave her a room.”
“He did?” May asked in shock, “I didn’t realize you knew
Tony Stark so well, Y/n.”
“I, uh, talk to him when I visit Peter.” You stuttered,
trying not to lie, but trying not to tell the whole truth, “He said that he
didn’t want to see our ‘beautiful minds’ not live up to their potential just
because life didn’t happen according to plan.”
“That… Wow. That was really generous of him.” She was in
shock. “You do know that you can move in with us, if you want to. I doubt Peter
will mind. Not like he isn’t already in love with you.”
“Aunt May!” Peter gave her a look, squeezing your hand a
little too tight, “We talked about this. Shut it.”
“Oh, yeah.” She made a zipping motion over her lips and
Wait. Did he talk to
May about how he felt?! WHAT DID HE SAY?!?!
You smoothed your thumb over his knuckles, changing the
subject. “Anyways, I figured I could move in for a little while and see how
that goes. If it becomes too much, then I’ll stay at the tower. Otherwise,
Peter’s getting a roommate.”
“I feel like this is one of those situations where I should
be stern about you two sleeping in a room together… Especially, permanently.”
She joked, motioning for the check. “But you’ve been doing that for years, and
you’re already pregnant, so…”
“Real funny, May.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”
“I have a question.” You mumbled into Peter’s chest, later
that night, before you both fell asleep.
He tilted his head down, “Ask away.” His voice was thick
You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sounds
of the city while you were trying to summon the courage to ask him the question
that’s been eating away at your mind. How
does a girl ask their boyfriend if he loves her? Do you just come out and say
it? Do you beat around the bush? Will he freak out?
“Hey,” He ran his hand soothingly up and down your back,
almost lulling you to sleep, “Are you okay?”
“I was wondering…” You took a deep breath, “When did you
decide that you liked me more than a friend?”
He snorted, “I’ve always liked you more than a friend. I
told you that.”
“Yeah, I get it, I’m hot.” You joked, burrowing closer into
Peter’s side and running your finger along the lines of his chest, “What I mean
is: was there a specific moment that
you just decided that you liked me more than a friend?”
“You were eating chicken nuggets.”
You shifted around, sitting up and climbing on top of him,
thighs on each side of his hips – so you could look down at him in shock, “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” He smiled, placing his hands on your thighs, “It was
a few weeks after we met, and you were eating chicken nuggets during lunch. You
were talking to Michelle about how much you loved them, and she was yelling at
you that it wasn’t real meat. Then, you noticed I was staring at you, and you smiled
at me. That bright, gorgeous smile was when I knew that I couldn’t just be
friends with you.” He looked to the side, not meeting your gaze, “That was when
I realized that I was completely in love with you.”
DID HE JUST SAY THAT?!
A tear slid down your face, and your lip wobbled, “You love
“Well… Yeah. I do. I have for a long time.” He bit his lip,
nervously, reddening it.
You leaned down, sliding your arms underneath his neck so
you could hug him with your whole body. “’My heart is, and always will be,
yours.’ Jane Austen.”
He pressed his lips against the side of your head, “Does
that mean you love me back?”
You leaned back, connecting your lips with his. You threw all
your emotions into that kiss, all the passion, the lust, the love… Everything
you had ever felt for him. You could taste your tears on his lips, as you
buried your fingers into his thick hair. He was responding back to you quickly,
sitting up so you were straddling his lap, so he could pull you closer. There
was so much fire in that kiss, you could feel your skin heating up throughout
your entire body. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel
Peter’s pulse racing when you brushed your hands down the sides of his neck,
placing your hands onto his bare shoulders.
You pulled back slowly, gasping for breath. “Does that
answer your question?”
“I think I need a little more clarification.” He pressed a
small kiss against your jaw, “Just to be safe.”
You slid your hands back up, holding his face. “I.” You pressed
a small kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Love.” Another kiss on the other
side of his mouth. “You.” You tilted your head and kissed his lips, tongue
brushing against his lower lip, daring him to open his mouth.
He flipped you over, earning a small squeak from you as your
back hit the mattress. He kissed your neck for a few moments, making you lose
all form of thoughts for a few moments.
Pulling back, his grin was bright with happiness, eyes
shining. “’Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual
confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It
settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.’ Ann
You blushed, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “Did you
google that one, earlier?”
“You bet your ass I did.”
Part 5 (Coming soon)
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Established patater and zimbits. Kent is blind and epileptic due to congenital rubella syndrome. He’s an urban planner, Bitty owns a bakery, and Jack and Tater are still Falconers.
a) fandom needs more disability fic
b) I don’t normally read Patater. But this is QUALITY Patater, ok?
this series covers so many different topics (from stimming to caring for a loved one after a seizure) in such a thorough yet nuanced way. The characterizations are so good. It’s honestly a lovely series and I haven’t been this excited about stumbling upon a fic (let alone a series) in a very long time.
My favorite is probably Fuzzy (warning: seizures, postictal stage). However, I really REALLY love On the House because it explores Kent and Bitty’s tentative friendship (Kent still knew Jack in this universe. Epikegster still happened). And it’s just awesome because even though Kent’s blind, Bitty doesn’t hold him any less accountable. But he does admit to having his own flaws and hangups. The entire drabble is about how they’re both trying to make things work but its hard and they BOTH fuck up.
This series is amazing, and you can read it in any order you like.
THIS SERIES DOES NOT HAVE NEARLY ENOUGH COMMENTS. PLEASE CONSIDER READING IT AND SHOWING THIS AUTHOR SOME APPRECIATION.
Requested by anon: hi, sorry if this doesn’t make sense at all but could you maybe do an isaac imagine loosely based on a mix of the songs wicked game by stone sour and your song by jessie pitts where they hate each other and always fight but when it comes down to it he’ll always protect her and they get in a big fight/get trapped or something and it seems like they get close but still fight afterwords and so the pack forces them to work together and the end is really fluffy? idk. luvyou and your writing btw! :)
Rating: angsty fluff
A/N: I’m very proud of this, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may have toyed with the request a bit, I apologize.
Isaac and Y/N had quite the eerie relationship; one you wouldn’t necessarily classify as friendship. When Y/N first joined the pack, Isaac fell in love with her beauty, until she opened her mouth which led to their chance at friendship’s demise.
However, it wasn’t just Y/N that caused the tension between them, Isaac would occasionally throw in something like “Tell me again, what was that thing that caused you to lose your voice the other day? Well, whatever it was, I really, really hope it comes back.” As if it was the most casual thing to say to her.
But whenever he sensed that she was in danger, he would be there in a blink of an eye. Because no matter what, their urge to protect each other came atop their petty arguments.
“Hey Y/L/N, looking as sexy as ever,” some irrelevant member of the lacrosse team had dropped off the comment like it was a casual good morning. He fumbled about with his gear before settling his back on the locker next to hers, tilting his head towards her.
“Why don’t you tell me where you got those jeans of yours, maybe if I buy some for my girl, it would make her ass look like yours.” His breath was warm and dangerous, smelling of fresh morning coffee and intoxicating cigarettes.
Y/N’s grip on her books couldn’t have gotten tighter, her anger slowly rising to her throat. When she opened her mouth to say something, she was interrupted by Isaac’s voice saying,
“Back off.” Firmly gripping the back of the boy’s shirt. “The hell do you think you’re talking to, Lahey?” Those ignorant words earned a growl and a flash of yellow eyes from Isaac.
Y/N snorted, the tips of her fingers covering her mouth as she giggled. Isaac enjoyed the smirk that spread across Y/N’s face as the shorter guy gathered his belongings and scurried away in terror.
“What the hell Lahey?!” Y/N smacked his chest, trying to fight back the smirk that threatened to appear on her face once more.
“You don’t think I’m just gonna stand aside and watch some horny dumbass disrespect you.” He stated carelessly, with a strict shrug. She would be lying if she denied that her heart skipped a beat at his unnaturally kind words.
“I’m no damsel in distress, I can take care of myself.“
“I’m well aware of that babe, but like I said, I won’t stand aside and let anyone disrespect you.” Y/N slammed her locker door before properly hoisting her books in her hands, mumbling a “Whatever,” as she escaped his burning gaze with blushing cheeks and a shy smile.
No, I don’t want to fall in love with you
"Would you two knock it off already?“ Scott losing his temper—which he rarely ever did—was something that terrified both Y/N and Isaac.
"The last time you two had a fit, you almost killed each other!” Reminiscing on that one night was always a good way to keep them both grounded.
“You know what? I’m so sick of that big mouth of yours that doesn’t know when to shut up, so when Jennifer comes for your virgin ass, I won’t stop her.” Isaac’s eyes wandered rapidly between Y/N’s, his nostrils flaring with heavy breaths, anger-filled heat radiating off of his body and settling onto hers.
“Fuck off Lahey, it’s your fault that we’re stuck here–"
"How is it my fault that Scott kept me on babysitting duty just cause you can’t keep a man."
"How dare you?” Her offended gasp and tear filled eyes were going to be the death of him.
“Wait, that’s not what I–"
"Save your excuses, dickhead. I don’t want to talk to you.” Exhaustion had already taken over her body, and Isaac was shortening her patience.
“What did you just call me?” His anger settling on his face, because no guy would like to be insulted by the girl he loves and cherishes most. “You fucking heard me.” Her voice low and dangerous and too close to him.
His movements were fast. Too fast for Y/N’s mind to process.
“Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to ditch the idea of you being everyone’s knight in shining armor. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very entertaining to watch, but there’s a fine line between illusion and delusion and you’re bouncing along that line.” With every word that fell out of her lips, Isaac’s grip tightened.
His hands held a painful and tight grip on her arm, his nails mindlessly digging into her flesh.
"Let go,“ she stated firmly through gritted teeth. "You’re hurting me.” Those four words sent alarms to his brain, his hands slowly falling to his side in realization. Her white shirt was tinted red, her flesh pulsing where his hands previously were.
“O-oh god,” his eyes widened with remorse as he stumbled backwards, his heartbeat deafening in the thick coat of silence between them.
"It’s okay,” she said with her head down, examining the fresh wounds. “I’m so sorry, l-let me take away the pain.” The feeling of his fingertips on her skin made her flinch, “Please don’t touch me.” She mumbled lowly, slowly backing into the corner of the room, sliding down the wall and wrapping her quivering, bleeding arms around her knees.
“I’m sorry.” The anger and tension between them fading away into oblivion, each of them on separate corners, with separate internal conflicts.
“Do you remember? Or do you guys want me to remind you?” Their heads hung shamefully low, like two children who were caught fooling around past their bedtime.
“We’re sorry, Scott.” Y/N was the first to speak, giving Isaac a sideways glance. “Yeah, it won’t happen again."
"You know what? Last time you said the same thing, this time, I’m locking you guys in here until you learn how to behave your age.” Scott’s hands latched around Y/N’s, dragging her to the edge of his bed, and cuffing her hands to the headboard.
Scott’s grip was far more gentle than Isaac’s, “You can’t cuff me, I’ll break them.” Scott chuckled at Isaac’s arrogant comment. “Yeah but you can’t break through mountain ash, buddy.” Scott stepped out the doorway of his room, dunking the ash across it.
“She can break the mountain ash, and you can break her cuffs. Let’s see how good of a team you two’ll make.” With that final sentence, Scott left to return to the pack meeting that the two had disturbed with their bickering.
At first—both of them being as stubborn as can be—not a single word was uttered. Y/N sat helplessly with her arms aching above her head, and Isaac desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of the intoxicating room.
“You know, not everyone can ‘True Alpha’ their way out of mountain ash.” Y/N’s words coated with venom, scoffing when his second attempt sent electricity through his body. “You never listen–” “You don’t either, or else we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Silence.
Y/N had dark hollow circles under her eyes that were visible to Isaac’s eyes, the dull light of the lamppost out the window made her eyes appear a shade darker. She was as exhausted as she looked. Y/N leaned her head back against the wood, her eyes fluttering shut.
The two of them sat in silence, listening to each other’s rhythmic breathing and the faint humming of the pack meeting that was held downstairs. Isaac’s feet felt heavy as he stomped over to the bed, sitting close to Y/N. She felt his weight dipping next to her, but didn’t bother opening her eyes. Isaac leaned forward to break the cuffs that held her hands captive, the pain had left her skin numb.
Y/N’s body jolted, moving her hands away from his reach.
“Easy, I won’t hurt you.” The skeptical look she gave him had his breathing hitched in his throat. His calloused hands felt unusually soft and gentle across her skin.
Careful not to hurt her, he tugged tightly and his body jerked backwards as the cuffs fell and thudded over the carpeted floor. Y/N made a tired noise, one that resembled a moan, as she examined her wrists.
“You’re right.” He finally said. Y/N scrunched her brows, slightly confused as to what he meant.
“I never listen. I should’ve listened to Stiles when he told me I should tell you that I love you, I should’ve listened to him when he told me that I was hurting you, exhausting you, even. But I was so scared of loving you, I was scared of how fast and hard I’d fallen for you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, will be the death of me.” Y/N’s mind was processing his words, her brain stringing up questions like ‘hows’ and ‘whys’. But her face held no reaction, her eyes were darker and far more complicated to read now that he was close.
“I can never forgive myself for hurting you, I would apologize if I knew it would do any good, but I think I’ve burned that bridge already. I’m so in love with you, and I won’t blame you if you truly and genuinely hated me, because I deser—"
"No you don’t, and no I don’t. I don’t hate you, Isaac. True, you did hurt me, both physically and emotionally,” he cringed at the memory, “But nothing in this world can make me hate you, cause I saw the regret in your eyes, I know you didn’t mean it.” Her bruised hands gently—almost reluctantly—intertwined with his. Isaac’s eyes stared at his hands in hers, like they weren’t his own, like they were something foreign.
“I’m scared of turning into my father,"
"Don’t you dare, Lahey.” She gasped so loudly, as if he’d offended her. “You will never be the man he was. You are the most gentle and wonderful person I’ve ever met, and you may not show that to me, but I see the way you’re constantly looking out for Scott, helping him, helping the pack.” Her hand cupped his cheek, making him look at her.
You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue. Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Forgive me?” He spoke breathlessly with tears threatening to spill at the corner of his blue eyes that wandered between hers.
“With time.” She stated simply. “I’m sorry,” he said closely to her lips, “I’m so sorry.” Their hands clutched at each other, like the wild and lost teenagers that they were.
Y/N was the one who initiated the kiss, so hard he tasted blood. He felt her chest heaving against his, he thought she was crying. Isaac gently dug his fingers into her locks, pulling her closer. She was the one who broke away, but settled with her forehead against his.
“Can you feel how fast my heart is beating for you?” It wasn’t a question. “I love you, Isaac. I do.” His fingers trailed down her sides, like he knew her soft curves by heart, pulling her to sit on his lap.
“What are you doing to me?” He pulled her down for another kiss, his heart beating like a drum against his chest.
Back before Girl Meets World ended I wrote this essayon why the whole show has been about Riley and Maya falling in love. I’m now making a part 2 because, for lack of a less cocky word, I was right. So, here’s why we did get canon endgame Rilaya. Written by Klara, aka tumblr user hashtagpll. Enjoy.
HI! Do you still think that Yurio has a thing for Yuuri??? Hope you'll have an excellent day <3
Thank you for this ask! I do definitely think Yurio still has a thing for Yuuri. I imagine you are asking this in response to the recent reveal of the manga and WTTM video, so I’ll give you my take on those.
“[Yuri Plisetsky] proved himself as he gave his ‘love’ to everyone.”
“This time I lost to Katsuki in the free skate. Even though I won, it still pisses me off. If I’m gonna skate feeling all torn up inside, then I feel like I may as well skate to a totally different song.”
“In this mad, mad world, all I have to do is just keep on showing everyone that one moment that I, and no one else, chose.”
“And if I can…I trust…that what I love is the key to my salvation…”
“This new exhibition program of mine is gonna blow everyone’s socks off. Especially you, Katsudon. Get a damn good look!”
The word love recurs a few times in this manga, and I think it directly correlates to Yurio’s Agape, which was his theme for this season. If we recall from episode 12, Yurio lists a long string of people before his final performance. These people are all a part of his Agape in some way. He lists his grandpa, Yakov, Lilia, Yuuko, and Yuuri Katsuki. He doesn’t list Otabek. Otabek may have helped him reach his Agape, but Otabek isn’t part of his Agape. So if love is the key to Yurio’s salvation, he means being more honest with himself and showing the people who are his Agape his true self.
It’s also important to note that he specifically mentions that he wants to impress Yuuri with his WTTM performance. He’s already won the GPF, so it isn’t about scoring higher than Yuuri. He’s displeased that Yuuri’s free skate was better, and he wants to show that he can make a meaningful performance too. At this point, Yurio had no idea that Yuuri would bring a surprise of his own. He just wanted to show his true self and express himself on the ice honestly like he’s admired Yuuri for doing. He finally discovered why Yuuri’s performances were so captivating–honesty, baring your love for the world to see.
So this is Yurio directly responding to that. He even threatened not to perform in the exhibition gala if he couldn’t get a new performance choreographed for it. And as he describes to Otabek how he’s still pissed off even though he won, we see that this is indeed a direct response to Yuuri’s free skate performance.
What was the key in Yuuri’s performance? Honesty. Pushing his limits. Making his program as difficult as Viktor’s. Yurio envies all of that, and he feels like he can’t compete unless he can put his own honesty into his performance. He can’t even wait until the next season. He needs to show Yuuri now while he’s still here at the same event.
So he’s all ready to prove himself to Yuuri when…Viktor makes a surprise appearance in Yuuri’s exhibition program in matching outfits. Even though they call it the “master-and-apprentice version,” anyone who saw the infamous proposal (everyone who interrupted Yurio and Otabek’s chat in the restaurant) would know that it’s more than that.
Just look at Yurio’s face and how Otabek looks concerned for him.
Yurio immediately jumps to bring Otabek onto the ice in order to directly compete with Yuuri’s surprise. He isn’t doing this just to shock the audience more. His performance would’ve been enough for that. He’s doing it because he’s jealous of what Viktor and Yuuri have and that Yuuri is still only looking at Viktor.
How’s he supposed to prove himself to Yuuri if all he cares about is watching Viktor? So he brings in his plan to make Yuuri look at him–a desperate attempt to make him jealous of his new friendship with Otabek, maybe even play it up to look like a little more. Just so he can catch Yuuri’s eye and get him to see the new program that is a true expression of himself. Sure he’s been dying to perform his own thing all season, but Yuuri is who inspired him to finally do it.
Yurio wants to impress Yuuri with his performance of WTTM by showing him his true self and how he’s not a child anymore. With all the sexy moves and his outfit, it’s clear he’s trying to say that he’s grown up now, that people should stop treating him like the fifteen-year-old newbie.
Was it mature of him to add Otabek into the performance? Not at all. Yurio is purely fueled by his emotions here, something he has struggled with the entire season. That’s what brings him as far as WTTM goes. Spite. Anger. Jealousy. Heartbreak. All his feelings rolled into one–this is his madness.
Does this performance mean that Ota//yuri is canon? No. The manga made a point to mention they were friends repeatedly. Nothing they did displayed anything beyond friendship. Besides, they’ve only known each other for three days. They wouldn’t be dating that fast. And with the months of development we got for the main pairing, it would be a disappointment to have the secondary pairing jump into things so quickly. Now I do think Otabek and Yurio might have canon crushes on each other, but once again, we can’t prove that. And the way I see it, Yurio was just using Otabek as a tool to make Yuuri jealous.
They might become canon eventually, because oftentimes the friend that helps you overcome your old crush becomes your new crush, but I don’t see anything they did in the manga or video as proof of their canonness. WTTM was a performance and Otabek went along with it as his friend. A lot of their moves are what you would see in rock concerts, so they’re just emulating the performances they’ve seen for music they both enjoy. Yurio added in the sexy aspects to show everyone else that he’s not a child anymore. It could develop into something real, for sure, and that would definitely make a great storyline, but I don’t believe they’re there yet (though I do believe the yoi staff is leading it in that direction).
So my conclusion here is that yes, Yurio is still hung up over Yuuri. This happens shortly after the anime ended, so there definitely wouldn’t be time for Yurio to get over his crush, even with the appearance of a new potential boyfriend. He still needs time for that, but after he heals, maybe he could have something with Otabek. Who knows.
Disclaimer: Yurio’s crush on Yuuri is open for interpretation. It’s a popular theory based on many of his actions throughout season one. Don’t like it? That’s fine. Yuri on Ice left many things up for interpretation and the staff is very secretive in their interviews, so pick the theories you like and go with those. Also, I think it’s important to note that you can still believe the Yurio Crush Theory and ship Ota//yuri. Like I said earlier, the friendship could develop into more and help Yuri get over his crush. Or they could just be really good friends. However you see them is totally fine with me.
[A/N: Hello loves! So, this is something a little bit different. It was requested by the lovely @ra-veela-claw . The main character, Aileen Mairead Brady, belongs to her as well as the main idea. I don’t own the gifs/credits to their original owners. And to J.K.Rowling, as always. Requests are always open, and I am working on the final part of my fanfiction “Brisé, pourtant vivant” ( you can find the latest part here ) Warnings: This contains smut. Also, my English, but that’s old news.]
I really really really hope you’ll like this!
She was always Hogwarts’s sweetheart.
Lily and Marlene couldn’t help but actually stare as Aileen stepped into the Great Hall, each movement almost like a fairy dance. In people’s eyes, she wasn’t even walking; she was elegantly floating. It was a known fact that almost every girl wished to be half as beautiful as the blue-eyed vision of a girl, half as clever as the witty Ravenclaw. Most girls were consumed by jealousy. She could have any boy she wanted given the fact that every boy had tried to ask her out. Okay, let’s be honest. She could have even some of the girls. But they all failed to gain her attention. She never hurt someone’s feelings, yet somehow, she rejected every single one of them. What was weird, is that they were smiling, even after being rejected. So, naturally, nobody could hate her. She was always so kind, so friendly and accepting that you couldn’t hate her, even if you tried. “Hello, girls!” Aileen greeted the group with a warm smile. Her very presence lit up the room. The sunlight was caught up in her perfect silky white gold hair· it was kept in a ponytail more often than not because if she ever let it down, it would reach her bum. The way her big bright eyes warmed even the coldest of hearts- it was remarkable. “Aileen! We were just talking about the Hogsmeade trip. You’re coming, right?” Lily grinned excitedly. “No, Lily, sorry. I have to-” “Study. We know. Merlin, you’re worse than Remus” Marlene finished off. The truth is that the girls secretly liked that Aileen wasn’t joining them. Don’t get them wrong, they loved their friend. But being constantly compared to her and trying to live up to that… well, it wasn’t easy. The beautiful Ravenclaw let out an airy laugh. “Well, thank you! However, I tend to be a little more laid back than Remus. I don’t sleep in the library” she answered with a smile as bright as the sun. Lily waved her off, ready to fire back that she was indeed sleeping in the library, but Remus walked on them. “What am I accused of this time?” he joked, mocking a hurt expression. “You are a bad influence, sir” Aileen told him with a loopy smile. He grinned. What the girl didn’t know was that the boy was hooked. Like any other person, really. However, he didn’t act upon it-seeing how she rejected everyone he thought that maybe she wasn’t even into something like that. And he wouldn’t risk her friendship. “Anyways, I wanted to inform you that you have been invited to the most amazing party of the year. Tonight, at ten o’clock. Our common room” he said mimicking a medieval style, causing the girls to laugh. “Please tell me it wasn’t James who made you do this” Lily asked him, but she already knew the answer. He just shrugged and landed his eyes on the very attractive girl standing next to him. She was ethereal. She was small but her shape- all those curves in all the right places. Thin but perfectly-Stop it, Remus scowled himself. His favorite curve though was her smile. Always, so genuine and kind. “So, it’s a yes?” he asked, his eyes full of hope. “Sure” she answered, flashing him a grin and pecking his cheek before turning around and leaving in order to go to the library. She didn’t look back. If she had, she would have witnessed not only Remus flushing bright red but also someone else, frowning his eyebrows and fighting off the urge to follow her. Someone who’s gray eyes were following her all day-every day. Someone who wasn’t her friend and didn’t want to be. He wanted more. But so did he with every other girl; and Aileen Mairead Brady knew it all too well.
Aileen was watching the floating flakes from the window- a safe distance from the icy air.
“Are you okay?”. A voice threw her out of her mind. “Yeah. Just tired. You look tired yourself. Is everything alright?”. Her gentle, calming voice caused his heart to squeeze in a very strange way. With her bewitching blue eyes staring right into his, he found himself wanting to share his secret, to share a piece of himself with the mesmerizing girl in front of him. “I-I…It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I… I am scared that you’ll leave if I do” he croaked, debating whether he should or shouldn’t tell her. “I am very well aware of the situation, Remus” she said emphasizing her pun. It took several seconds for Remus to get it. His eyes widened. “Yo-you are?” he whispered. She smiled. “Now you’re just underestimating my intelligence. I am a Ravenclaw, after all” she stated and laughed at his expression. It was true. She had figured it out after two or three months. Oh, and nicknames don’t really help. She had heard many times Black calling Remus, Moony to not figure it out by putting two and two together. However, she said nothing. Remus was her friend. She had to wait for him to trust her enough to tell her himself. The sand-haired boy was about to finally tell her what he wanted more than anything when Marlene decided to interrupt them by grabbing Aileen’s arm and dragging her all the way to Gryffindor Tower because it was “makeup time”. She tried to fight in protest, but it was useless. What Aileen didn’t know was that Marlene couldn’t continue watching her flirting with him. It was driving her crazy.
She had to give it to Marls. That girl knew exactly what to do with all those supplies. Aileen was never the one to wear makeup on a daily basis. Maybe a little bit of powder once or twice, but really, nothing much. Now, she was looking to the mirror in front of her, not being able to realize that it was her reflection. Her skin was smoother than ever, her eyebrows perfectly shaped, her lips, dark red, bold and full and her eyes… she couldn’t even believe it. They actually popped out. So intense and captivating. She never really thought that a black liner would change her appearance so drastically. Tonight, she had finally let her hair down… it wasn’t exactly easy to say no to Marlene. Beautifully done, falling into waves, reaching her waist. She had borrowed a black, mini skirt from Lily and a white, lacy crop top from Marlene. All the girls were on heels-and that was a no. A big, fat NO. She was comfortable in her black sneakers, thank you very much. “How can you look so sexy, yet so shy and demure?” Alice asked the girl with a hint of jealousy in her voice. But it was Alice, one of the kindest people Aileen knew. “I am not sexy Alice” she answered while a blush crept into her cheeks. “Yeah, okay, whatever you say. You know, I am actually worried about Black. He hasn’t made a move on you. Yet. Maybe tonight you will finally get some action!” Marlene said indiscriminately, leaving Aileen to choke on her breath. “Can we please get going? It’s already eleven” she practically begged. She was blushing like a mad person. The girls agreed while Marlene was smiling triumphally.
She could feel all those eyes piercing her body. Maybe she shouldn’t have dressed the way she did. It was actually annoying. Everyone liked her for how she looked. No one cared for who she was. And that was eating her alive. She made a beeline towards the drinks, courtesy of James as it was mentioned in a little flag hanging above them. She grabbed a butterbeer and leaned on the wall behind her. She was never the one to join a party and be the soul of it. But she did enjoy it.
Lily was too caught up with James and his stupid jokes, which made the girl smile, even though she wouldn’t admit it. Not even to herself. But she was falling for him and Aileen knew it. Alice was already kissing Frank. Aileen smiled to herself. They were perfect for each other. Honestly, she was jealous. She craved something like that. She craved it so badly-but knew that she could never have it. And her good mood was over. She had Black to thank for that. “If it isn’t for the beauty queen” he said way too flirty for her liking. She wasn’t going to admit it anytime soon, but she was hooked. And he was the most unavailable guy in the entire castle, the one she should never fall. He was a player, for Merlin’s sake. He slept with a different girl each night, leaving them to deal with the morning after, alone. He was danger. He was wrong. He was… breathtaking in his black shirt and ripped jeans. “Hello Black” she greeted him kindly but warningly. She knew she would end up heartbroken. “Do you have a Band-Aid?” he asked as he made his way closer to her. Way too close. “Hm? What?”. She was confused. What exactly was he asking her? Maybe it was the butterbeer. Maybe it wasn’t. “Because I scrapped my knee falling for you” he finished, wiggling his eyebrows. She couldn’t help but snort a bit, her lips fighting off a smile, while she was rolling her eyes. “Sorry, but you owe me a drink” he stated and her eyes widened… He was close enough for her to notice how beautiful his eyes were. Danger was written all over him. “Excuse me? Why?” she asked baffled by his ways. “Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine”. OH GOD, she thought. “Well, I am pretty sure, those girls are very much interested giving you a… drink” she answered making a slightly suggestive comment and pointing at a group of giggly girls. He looked shocked. He was Sirius Fucking Black. How could she shrug him off? No one ditched him. He ditched them. She left him hanging. She grabbed a fire whiskey and sat out. She wasn’t exactly laid back tonight.
A couple of hours and drinks later, she finally had loosened up. She was a bit tipsy, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Or so she thought.
“Hello, there beautiful”. Oh, no. Oh, no. She looked up and saw a very drunk Gryffindor guy. Erik, was it? She didn’t want to hurt his feelings or his testicles, that is. He was intoxicated… “Hi” she answered kindly, keeping her distance. Unfortunately, her back hit the wall. Shit. “Can I help you?” she continued but her tone was a bit colder. “Actually Brady, you can”. He slithered closer. She tried to move but all she achieved was to make him put his hands on each side of her. She felt threatened. “Look, you’re drunk. Just-” “I don’t want you to talk. I want you to use your mouth differently”. She froze. What? What? “Get off. Please” she fired back trying to avoid his face as he got closer. I don’t want his lips on my face. God, please, she thought. Suddenly his weight was lifted off of her. She felt a warm pair of arms wrapped around her in a protective way. “She told you to get off” Sirius growled slowly and very terrifying to the drunk guy. “She was asking for it, really” he said with a glint in his voice that made both boys crazy. How dare he? The next thing Aileen knew was that Erik was growling in pain. Sirius had punched his face and Remus had helped. Remus. The calm, kind boy. However, that same boy had caught the way she was looking at Sirius. His heart sunk. Of course. Of course, it would be Sirius. How could it not? And then he noticed the way his friend was looking at her. He never looked another girl like that. If he breaks her heart, I am gonna break his neck, he thought to himself. “Are you okay?” he asked her, breathless. She was truly magnificent tonight. No wonder everyone’s eyes were on her. She nodded. “Thank you. Both of you” she said sincerely. Her eyes stayed on Sirius a little too long to go unnoticed. Remus just smiled and left. He would deal with this later. “I am sorry I wasn’t here earlier” Sirius said, looking down at the floor. Her hands flew toward his arm, clenching it. “You’re kidding me? If it weren’t for you, he would… Never mind. Thank you” she said giving his bicep a squeeze. He looked at her. She was the one girl that he could never take advantage of. Innocent yet fierce. Quiet yet easy going. She sat down on the couch behind her. People didn’t seem to notice what was going on in that corner. He plopped beside her. “Can I ask you something?”. He was a bit drunk. Well, more than a bit. “Sure” she gently answered. Why is this so hard? It’s not like you haven’t asked other girls he mentally slapped himself. “Are you a Veela?” he asked leaving them both in utter surprise. That wasn’t what he wanted to ask her and it wasn’t what she wanted to answer. She stiffened. That’s why I don’t tell people, she thought. “My grandmother was. I guess, it runs in my blood as well. I can see the way people look at me. Like I’m hypnotizing them simply by breathing and I hate that the only thing they see is the Veela part” she admitted, blushing because she had let on more that she would like. It didn’t come as a surprise to Sirius. But it was hard for him to watch her drifting away into sadness. He decided to be bold. He took her hands into his. “Listen to me. Yes, people are drawn because you’re absolutely stunning but it only takes a second to realize how beautiful you are on the inside as well” he spoke quietly but his words eased her mind. Did he truly believe that? She was looking right into his eyes. Jewel-like eyes staring into gray. He was now sure of it. She held his heart and she didn’t even know it. So, naturally, he was taken aback when she leaned in and pecked his lips with hers. He didn’t respond for a while and she felt her heart dropping to her stomach. Great. Just great. “I’m sorry. I don’t-” she began to apologize when she felt his arms being wrapped around her middle and his lips muffling her words. He kissed her passionately yet softly. She wasn’t a one-night-stand to him. She was so much more. And she probably deserved someone else but he was selfish. Her hands reached his hair tugging them ever so lightly. He moaned into her mouth. He was never turned on by just a kiss. She was a different world. “Maybe we should continue this somewhere else” he suggested never believing that she would agree. But she did. She just nodded her head, unable to verbalize her thoughts.
Gather round brothers and sisters of the Naruto fandom, because this shit needs to be preached. There are certain characters in this show that do not receive the love that they deserve and I’m here to share who I think needs some more admiration and a round of fucking applause. Note; down to personal preference, so please feel free to share yours. Haku – This guy has such a beautiful concept of morality around him which is to be loyal to your friend, do anything for them; but the dark twist is that he is willing to get himself killed, being completely selfless and never regarding his own desires. Yet this is the touching part. His one desire, his dream is to be used by this friend. Considers him a master. But imagine that; being so devoted to someone that nothing else matters, and never feeling afraid because they make you feel at home. This character represents the selfless outlook on life, living to help others and find happiness in others happiness. This is why Haku is my favourite character. He also has a fucking cool mask.
Zabuza Momochi – What can I say? He’s gorgeous and was the first ever proper villain introduced to the show and manga. Sure there was Mizuki, but fuck him he was a pilot episode villain. But what’s more? Zabuza was a villain who redeemed himself. Maybe not completely, but he realised his faults and is just an over all nostalgic character. If that’s not enough to convince you – he has sharp teeth (fantastic for kinky biting during foreplay) and he’s great with kids. I can proudly admit that Zabuza is my number 1 anime crush. Ooooh how I wanna tear those bandages off and whisper “bite me stud muffin, biiiiiiteeee.”
Sai – He is a character that can change your views on how to live your life. In all seriousness, although he has no concept of “emotions” he is actually a very complex character and is my favourite character to write about. Constantly he asks questions to find out more about the world and its many different attributes and ways of living. I find him a fantastic character because he shows that juxtaposition between innocence and selfish people. Of course, Sai is no innocent guy. When he is introduced, he comments on Naruto’s balls right away (like damn, he is my spirit animal). However, he is brought into this world outside ROOT, having forgotten about emotions so he’s basically brand new to the whole human interaction thing beside doing missions. He is always so curious, asking questions based on the values of friendship and based off from the responses from those he asks, it really goes to show how much we take the small things in life for granted. Sai makes us realise the beauty in life, that the small things really are meaningful – we just need to cure our blindness to see them.
Ino Yamanaka – By far my favourite kunoichi if we exclude the older generation. Overall out of the women she is ranked 4th so pretty damn high. Most of the reason why I believe she needs more appreciation is because she is the Yang to Sai’s Yin. She was one of those who actually took time to talk to Sai and that’s why I called it from the start that they would end up together. With Ino’s way of living, being this very independent and outgoing girl, she would be perfect in teaching Sai emotions without coming across as well, a bitch. And may I emphasise her strength as a shinobi. During the war, she was informed that her father was going to die. She cried for less than a minute and then got over it with a snap of her fingers, proceeding onto a very important battle plan – connecting to the minds of the allied shinobi forces. Plus, we all love a scary mother. She scares Inojin with love <3 Note; Ino and Sai fucked. Can you imagine how romantic that would have been? Her coaxing him through it? *wiggles eyebrows*
Tsunade Senju & Mei Terumi – The reason I have put them together is because it’s for the same reasons. They are both just very empowering women, inspiring also. One of my favourite fights is the Five Kage vs. Madara Uchiha. Mei’s being all awesome with her lava (her voice is brilliant – that seductive charm) and Tsunade delivers a final blow – she fucking cracks Madara’s Susano'o. Not to mention they are both Kage and the first women to be Kage ever. Mei restores the Hidden Mist’s reputation from being the “Bloody Mist” (courtesy of Yagura – FUCKING OBITO YOU CUNT NUGGET) to an “Alright Mist” or whatever. Basically, she had to pick up the pieces left by some asshole (OBITO). And Tsunade, to me – the strongest of the sannin. She is also responsible for Sakura, Ino and Tenten becoming kick ass. Tenten wasn’t her apprentice but was initially inspired by her. Note; I love Obito, he’s my favourite character (joint with Haku). My poor onion baby~
Kisame Hoshigaki – His back story plays a major role in this. From the beginning he had been obeying rules, this strict code and always remained loyal to the mission. He killed his teammates (one whom he may have had feelings for) for the sake of the mission but the reason I admire him is because he never complains about how sad his life is. He killed is teammates like it was no fucking deal. Even the girl who possessed romantic feelings for him. Furthermore, though be it subtle, he represents discrimination that is present in the world we know of today. Because of his skin colour / origins, he is isolated more so in the Akatsuki. Every time I see him, I always get the vibe of how lonely he is and how he’s perhaps trying to fit into the world but it does not work – because of the cruel path he has chosen. To remain loyal to the mission, never let the code fall into enemy hands; and perhaps his constant discrimination and isolation is what made him choose this way of living. I got your back, Kisame. You will always have beautiful eyes to both Killer B and I.
Kakuzu – Right, I’m going to say it straight out. He’s fucking hot people. He has killer back muscle, arms that flex perfectly (imagine those arms being either side of your body UNF UNF, PIN ME TO THE WALL AND RAVISH MEEEEE) and he has a temper that a stereotypical love sick teen would feel like they could change. Can you imagine trying to calm that hot junk down? Okay, you may actually die before you could even try, but if you survive long enough to put your hands on his cheeks— Okay, back to why he needs to be appreciated more. His history was fucking cruel. He failed to assassinate the Hokage (baring in mind, he must of put up a pretty good fight to be able to walk away alive) and his reward for coming back alive, with intel on what Hashirama’s abilities are (that could be of great use for future plans)? Imprisonment and torture. What. The. Fuck. It actually makes me empathise with Kakuzu. His own village tortures him which should be what another village would do if they captured you so you can understand why he killed the village elders and left. Remember, he escaped from prison – so not only is he strong but intelligent. And fun fact; those tattoos around his wrists – shows how many times he’s been in prison. He is strong as fuck, immortal and has sexy stitches that could be great foreplay (*cough* tentaclepornwhat *cough*) Basically, I just want him to be my sugar daddy
Konan – Perhaps the most divine, serene and enchanting character. There are many religious connotations around her being an angel of death / judgement but her way of thinking it what intrigues me. She appears so monotone and unmoved by everything, all but a mask that covers up her tragic past. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about how after Nagato’s death, she ruled over Amegakure, guarding where Nagato’s and Yahiko’s bodies were and we actually see her smile as she looks up to the sky, thinking about the legacy both Nagato and Naruto have left behind. Konan fights Tobi with bravery and determination to protect their legacy and dreams. My favourite quote by her “I will be the pillar that supports their bridge of peace” and the rainbow appearing behind her was definitely one of the most memorable moments for me. To the very end, she fought Tobi, intending to bring an end to the evil he has caused – only to be strangled to death. The reason I find her death so tragic is because of how mundane it is. Many characters went out with a bang but Konan died from something that anyone could easily do, thus representing how there is no hope (at this point) at all of achieving peace and her fight was for nothing. A sad way for an angel to die
Kabuto Yakushi – Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t like this fucker. Dislike him a lot (although I sympathise with him). He needs appreciation because of how far he had come. His past was very sad, from the moment he entered the orphanage. This may sound evil, but I love seeing kid Kabuto cry. Because it’s so fucking cute. And those big glasses- awh, baby lemme hug you. And what ROOT had done was evil yet so clever with the photo manipulation and over all, Kabuto just did a lot of shit – trying to be someone he’s not and comes to the conclusion that being himself was all he ever needed to be. A moral that all of us must follow. Note; When I first saw Nun Kabuto, I wanted to laugh but then I was like “good for you, son.” and patted him on the back (of my laptop screen.)
So far, this is all I have. There are others that need appreciation, but those above are the ones that needed detail. Personally, I still feel characters such as Itachi and Sakura need more appreciation but maybe for another time. Feel free to add on your NCA’s (Naruto Characters Appreciation) and I’ll definitely check them out. Have a good day!
the prompt: could I maybe get a taeil one where he’s the gardener of her kingdom and he’s always thought the princess was the prettiest in the land but he knows she’ll never like him back but he’s come to terms with it but he still likes to make her smile so he gives her a flower every week with a fact about the flower and the meaning of the flower?
author note: haha jokes on you anon, she likes him back. also pls give love to my eldest son taeil, he’s so precious and deserves the stars.
I DEMAND FRIENDSHIP HEADCANONS OF CHARACTERS OF YOUR CHOOSING FROM GRAVITY FALLS.
For the record my baby bro has been so into gravity falls lately and I am so pleased. I’ll just do the Pines’ and Wendy and Soos.
-Prepare to be on the receiving end of the conspiracy theory of the week. He’s just so happy to have found someone willing to listen to him ramble on for hours. If you can contribute its a bonus but honestly just having the tolerance to listen to him is enough
-He’s still a bit of a loner at heart and so often goes off on his own, but he likes going on adventures with you
-So many Ghost Hunters marathons. So many.
-He’s always pretty supportive of you when you need it, but is pretty needy in terms of validation. He just wants to know you actually want him around
-Expect 3 am voicemails about the cool badger she saw and also she’s not sure she told you your hair looked good today so she just wanted to get that out of the way and did you see that one guy at the gas station TOTAL dreamboat anyways she’ll see you tomorrow!
-She’ll talk your ear off and drag you on totally insane errands but she does her best to look after you, make sure you’re eating right and taking care of yourself.
-Friendship sweaters, friendship bracelets, friendship necklaces, if it has the word “friendship” in front of it she’s making one for you
-No one believes in you more
-He was probably drawn to you through a shared sense of humor. You laugh at his jokes, you are probably one of his two friends
-You will likely become a participant in some of his shadier activities (however unwillingly) and middle of the night calls for you to come to his house with rubber gloves and an encyclopedia set, no questions allowed, are fairly common.
-You have reached maximum friendship levels when he cooks for you. Especially Stancakes.
-He’ll laugh when you’re struggling but truth be told no one watches out for you more. He will always have your back, even if you don’t know it.
-Its pretty hard to become friends with him, given that he has a pretty formal approach to relationships.
-Once you get closer with him, though, he starts showing more of his dorkier side. To everyone else he’s a rugged and badass scientist/dimension hopper. To you he’s the doofus who squealed all night about the new edition of D&D&MD and loves your dog more than some members of his family.
-Like Mabel he has a tendency to leave lengthy voicemails in the middle of the night, likely about his latest breakthrough. He also LOVES taking you on adventures with him because then he gets to lecture someone with fresh ears.
-Please PLEASE make sure he’s eating, Stan does his best but Ford has a tendency to get in the zone and then not eat or sleep for like 48 hours.
-I don’t care about your gender or your orientation, you will have a mild crush on her at some point in your friendship. She’s just that charismatic.
-The coolest person you know, without question. Your hangouts are always intense, but you usually walk away without many consequences
-However much you open up to her, it’ll take her a long time to be open with you. She’s not really that comfortable sharing how she’s feeling. Once you get through, you may find she’s carrying a lot more burdens that you’d think, but she appreciates you being there for her.
-With her come her entire squad, but the two of you will have a certain closeness
-Hope you like video games and weird non-sequiturs sent to your phone at odd intervals
-He’s always on call when you need him. Even if his help isn’t always what you need.
One of the reasons I’m so intensely insecure and self-conscious is because everyone keeps talking about “be yourself” – but the moment you open up, you’re only accepted when “being yourself” is a certain type of self. It’s really romantic that we push a magical version of vulnerable and unique, but the actual opening up part is dang hard and uncomfortable and requires a kind of love that most people won’t muster, since they’ve never really had to. It ain’t like Hollywood, ever. If you find the sort of friend who truly loves you, I mean the weird obnoxious squeaky sweaty you, however imperfectly, keep them close and forgive them for when they do not understand. Friendship will take more than once and more than the pretty picture in our heads.