Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.
Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.
This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.
For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.
One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)
He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!
The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”
Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.
“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”
“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”
And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”
And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -
“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”
“Nope, no idea where they came from.”
He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.
Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.
That left one person. Well, demon more like it.
Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.
“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”
“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”
Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.
“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”
“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”
“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”
Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.
“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”
“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”
“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”
“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”
Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.
“You wouldnt..you wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”
Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.
“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”
“Yes Sir, will do.”
And with that Flug leaves.
He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”
Stans who are rummaging through the tag they claim to hate bc I didn’t tag this as #steven universe, only #su critical and spoiler tags: lmao dumbfuck didnt even watch the episode
Me, pushing up my sleeves and brandishing my national arts seal in creative writing and creative writing degree w/ art minor: *inhales*
While Steven lying about being Rose Quartz at the end of “I Am My Mom” isn’t inherently a bad idea and works well in theory, the fact that such a proclamation comes so close on the heels of “Lion 4: Alternate Ending”–which needlessly establishes yet again that Steven is supposed to be himself and follow the beat of his own drum–undermines the morals of both episodes, causing a far reduced impact in him sacrificing himself.
As Steven Universe is now, for some reason, almost exclusively being shown to its audience via random spurts of 5-day single episode releases, we are forced to examine these packages of new episodes as one whole arc–of emotional, physical, internal conflicts that are supposed to mesh into one, cohesive resolution.
And the emotional conflict that begins in “Lion 4: Alternate Ending” does not mesh with the resolution presented to us in “I Am My Mom.” Perhaps the biggest reason as to why it does not mesh is because “Lion 4″ is otherwise self-contained. If they had released the episode in season 2, or in season 3 before “Bismuth,” “Lion 4″ would have had the proper impact as a means of reassuring Steven that Rose did indeed mean for him to be himself, which was already established in “Lion 3: Straight to Video” and had also been a subplot that was becoming more and more prominent with the introduction of Jasper, a Homeworld gem who refused to acknowledge that Steven could be any other being besides Rose Quartz.
However, the majority of this subplot is resolved in “Bismuth,” an episode wherein a Crystal Gem from the War era who was betrayed by and unjustly placed into a solitary confinement-esque prison by Rose Quartz is unbubbled. In the first half of the episode, Bismuth learns that Rose is gone, and that Steven is not a new regeneration, but a whole new being. She praises him, continuously assures him that he is not his mother, and puts her trust in him. Even right before she is poofed and unjustly placed in an equivalent to jail again, she reaffirms that, despite her earlier confusion, Steven is not anything like Rose Quartz. More reparations were necessary in order to fully put his subplot to rest (i.e. Steven and the Gems should have sat down and talked to each other and to Steven about where he stands in the world of the Crystal Gems, and finally affirm that they had been treating him like Rose, but that they cannot do that because even if he acts similarly, Steven is not Rose), however, there is no reason this subplot should have extended past season 3. It is old, tired, and the resolution was predictable even when the conflict was new. However, it is now being trotted out as if it is still a major, untired conflict in the show, taking precious time away from focusing on Garnet’s or Amethyst’s subplots that have largely been abandoned.
This relocation of “Lion 4″ would not have solved the major problem of the episode itself–that, being, that nothing happens in it that the audience has not already seen–and the episode would have been better off not made. But if the crew decided that they absolutely needed “Lion 4″ as an episode, then it should have occurred during the period of time when several characters were insisting that he was Rose Quartz, and begrudged him for supposedly being Rose Quartz.
Which brings us to the episode “I Am My Mom.” As I stated before, Steven lying to save his friends works well in theory, but it falls flat in practice as the climax of Steven Bomb 6. Since the writers did not trust the audience to truly believe that Steven had resolved his “Am I my mother?” conflict already, and since “Lion 4″ sets up the conflict again, the tension of Steven’s relationship to his mother is an overarching dramatic tension of this series of episodes. But at the end, Steven does not come to a conclusion about whether he is his mother or not, but he comes to the conclusion that in order to save his friends, he has to lie about something he has already allegedly resolved. But, again, the largest portion of the emotional arc was resolved between seasons 2 and 3. Bringing it up so suddenly again brings it back into focus for the audience, and packaging it with these episodes enforces the fact that “Am I my mother?” is still relevant, even though it’s not.
And since the theme was brought back from the dead, placed in front of a bunch of episodes, and given gravitas, it is uncertain, again, if Steven truly believes that he is not Rose Quartz. After all, why would he still be looking for hidden messages of his purpose in that video if he truly believed he only had to be himself? In the end, his proclamation of being Rose Quartz–intended to be a lie coming from the mouth of someone who no longer worried about the validity of the statement–is completely undermined because we can no longer be sure that Steven’s personal conflict is resolved. Because “Lion 4″ resurrected the theme, it became an undercurrent for the next few episodes, culminating in Steven’s character regressing due to complete mishandling by the creators. The arc is no longer about Steven taking direct action in a war, but about Steven’s conflict of whether or not he is who he thinks he is.
It is a good idea in theory; it is a terrible idea in execution.
But why go on so long about a “simple kids’ show?” Why bother thinking so much into this? First of all, because so many people have been affected by this show, had their lives changed by this show, that it is unfair to call it “just a–” anything. If you accept that a show can positively impact you, if you crow about how it is “progressive” and has “great representation” then it is no longer simple and forgettable. You have admitted that it is worth close examination.
Second of all, if you believe that there are things unworthy of serious academic examination, extrapolation, and criticism, then you have no actual idea what academic criticism is and why it is important.
REQUEST: **hiGHKEY DOWN for some Chanyeol or Chen smut if you get the chance to do any today. Maybe something to do with watching them practice the choreo for The Eve? (I fucking love that choreo if you haven’t seen it its here X)
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The boys had been texting you all day. They were tired, they were hot, they were hungry, ect. You were just trying to get some house work done, but the constant dinging of your phone made it near impossible. It didnt help that your boyfriend was encouraging them either.
Jongdae: babe, please bring us food.
Beakhyun: y/n please were so hungry we want takeout please.
Kyungsoo: do you see how nice we are being?
Jongdae: you’re so pretty
Jongin: and so sweet
Beakhyun: and like so freaking talented
Chanyeol: did we mention how pretty you are?
damn you’re so annoying.
ill be there in an hour.
Jongdae: you’re a life saver i love you so much.
You threw your towel in the bucket you had all your cleaning supplies in and rolled your eyes. It didnt take as long as you wanted it too for you to get all the boys favorites from your usual take out place. You wanted them to suffer at least a little before you gave them what they wanted. You loved the boys, they were family to you. But for what ever reason because you were in a serious relationship with Jongdae it meant you were a mother and had to do things that you didnt want to do for them.
You entered the practice room you were told to find them in with full hands. Their choreographer, who you also had to pick food up for, walked over to you to help you with the bags of food all while instructing the boys to run through the choreography just one more time before they could eat.
“Oh, what song are they doing?” You asked pulling away from the hug Jongdae had wrapped you in before walking to your usual spot in front of the mirror.
“The Eve. Just finished the choreo today.” He said smiling and sitting down next to you before pressing the button on the remote he held in his pocket.
You sunk down onto the floor, the eve was one of your favorite songs they had came out with. It always seemed to make chills run down your spine so seeing them dancing to it for the first time made you smile. You watched Kyungsoo walk forward with a soft smile on your lips. Your smile grew when he turned to reveal Jongdae. Your smile deepened as he walked straight forward looking at you with soft, loving eyes. Your smile softened again as he stepped aside for Chanyeol to walk forward, who you watched for a few lines before moving your eyes over to Jongdae to watch him dance.
You smiled wide again as the angle you were watching him at made the current position he held make him kook like he had broken legs but your laugh hitched as he moved to drag his arms along his crotch, all while looking straight at you with the smirk that made your heart flutter.
You couldn’t help but bite your lip for half a second as his head rolled backwards exposing his neck and making you smile again. You giggled as he winked softly and pointed at you, but once again it was hitched out of your chest as he stepped into a set of slow body rolls. His eyes found yours, knowing exactly what he was doing as he rolled slowly. Seeing the slight flush of your cheeks he couldn’t help himself but to further his teasing. He smiled, they were only 40 seconds into the dance and you were already reacting the way he wanted you to.
Taking the reins and running with them he came to the center, making sure to run his hands over his crotch again, this time smiling as you cleared your throat and shifted. He had you right where he wanted you. Watching you watch him dance around, squirming like you were made his confidence boost so when the time came for the part he was waiting for he pointed straight at you, not caring if the other boys were also pointing at you. Your eyes couldn’t leave him. He smiled as he dropped down to the floor rolling his hips, the blush on your cheeks very obvious now as you were able to see a feint bulge through his jeans. Eyes not leaving yours he moved so he softly humped his body towards the floor.
You were toast. He had you blushing and you couldn’t fight the heat that had started to wreck your body. You even had to shift so you were resting on your knees so it wouldn’t be obvious that you were so turned on. You clapped as they finished, smiling wildly and wanting nothing more than to fan your hot face.
“That was great guys!” You said avoiding Jongdae’s gaze.
“You liked it?” Chanyeol asked with a wide grin, obviously picking up on how flustered you were.
“Well you know how thats my favorite song so of course I liked it.” You said. He gave you a snarky ‘uh huh’ with a playful wink as he joined the others in grabbing his food.
A pair of arms wrapping around your waist made you jump slightly. You turned into Jongdaes chest and smacked him.
“What do you think your doing!” You whispered, finally getting to fan your face.
“What, you didnt like it?” He said with an amused grin. You looked at him with a stern look which made him giggle. You turned to the table and started to walk with his arms now wrapped around your shoulder.
“Im so horny right now.” He whispered into your ear as you reached the table. There was no point in lying, you were too and would do anything to have him sweating above you.
“Hey, do we want drinks? I can run go grab some?” You said turning to the boys who now sat round the floor eating. They all nodded and you smiled walking out of Jongdae’s grip to head to the door.
“Wait, ill go with you.” He said stepping after you. He closed the door, but as he did you could hear Chanyeol’s voice say to the others, 'I think he’s going to be doing more coming then going.’ and then a chorus of laughter.
You didnt care. The boys were more than aware of your healthy sex life since their boundaries became zero. Giving them a key to your apartment wasn’t your smartest idea. You took Jongdae’s hand and pulled him to the handicap bathroom that was just down the hall. You locked the door quickly before rounding on him, smiling as he pushed you up against the door and kissed you deeply, your hands already going to work in unbuttoning his shirt.
“Stupid dance, fuck.” You said as you stripped his shirt off of him and threw it aside. He pulled your top up and over your head before pressing his lips to yours again.
You were already moaning into his kiss, his tongue caressing yours every time you did. You took charge, unbuttoning his jeans. Before pulling them off of him you hooked your thumbs in the belt loops and pulled him closer so his body was pressed against yours. You held him like that for a minute as his hands slipped behind you to unclasp your bra. You Let him pull you into his chest once he did as he walked you to the center of the room. You broke the kiss to pull his pants down, your knees bending as you did so. Now eye level with is member you eagerly licked up his shaft, loving the deep groan that escaped his lips as you did so. Usually you loved to tease him with your tongue, but today all you wanted was him in you. You took him deep and instantly started to pump, another deep groan coming from him as he snaked his fingers into your hair.
“God slow down!” He breathed trying to pull your head back.
You listened taking him out of your mouth. He grabbed your arms and pulled you up, pushing you around until your back was pressed to the lone sink. You stood on your toes and adjusted one leg as he teased your entrances.
“Jongdae please.” You said wanting him to just pound into you already.
He chuckled and did exactly that. With one harsh hip thrust he was breaking through your tightness causing a breathy gasp to leave you lips and your arms to tighten around his neck. Deep, heavy groans were leaving his mouth with every pump he sent into you. There was something about seeing his reflection pumping into you that drove him craze. Making eye contact with himself he nipped against your shoulders making you moan even more.
Pushing into you quickly all the built up tension that had happened only minutes before were bursting out of each of you. The way your rolled your hips to meet his as he pumped mercilessly into you made the both of you tingle in pleasure. He grabbed your face between both of your hands, relying on you to hold yourself up. He pressed his forehead to yours and looked deeply into you eyes, moaning as beads of sweat started to drip down his forehead. Your mouth went slack as he held you close to him in this way.
He grunted once hard before one hand snaked around the back of your neck while the other trailed down your chest, stopping to pinch at once of your nipples which sent another wave of pleasure towards you. He knew how much you loved nipple play so he continued to kneed at the sensitive nub as his lips met the center of your neck. He’d let out another groan as you’re legs started to shake around him. Your orgasm was still growing, it was the amount of pleasure that was pounding in your head that sent your body into spasms.
“G-God, I lov-ve you ss-o much.” You whined letting your head fall back, your orgasm quickening. Feeling you clenching around him he’d begin to drive harder into you, his own release threatening as well.
When you unraveled around him it was accompanied by a loud, needy gasp as your body shook even more. He held onto your tightly, half to keep you from falling over and half because it was his turn to release deep inside of you.
The two of you stayed there like that for a moment, breathing hard against one another as your body twitched in fading pleasure, an occasional gasp leaving you as his member twitched unexpectedly and hitting your over sensitive walls. You laughed as he pulled out of you and reached behind you to pull some paper towels from the wall dispenser. After helping you clean off with a damp paper towel he placed a long, loving kiss on your lips. You pulled away resting your head on his bare shoulder and chuckled.
“I don’t think I can go back in there.” You said.
“Common, we promised the boys drinks.” He said not caring if the other members knew how well he pleased you.
Quickly dressing with the help of Jongdae he took your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom that now smelt of sex. Finding the nearest vending machine you pulled as many bottles as you could before walking as fast as you could back to the practice room. You entered nervously. Everyone seemed to look at you with amused eyes as Jongdae started to take the drinks from your hands. Now with food and sitting next to Jongdae you finally spoke up about the amused looks the boys were all giving you.
“What!” You yelled looking around until your eyes caught yourself in the mirror.
“Oh god!” You said looking at yourself, mascara smuged under your eyes, cheeks overly flushed, and a great big hickey on smacks center of your neck.
You covered your face with your hands as all the boys laughed out loud. You were so tired, already sore and now being laughed at. After the initial embarrassment wore off you looked over to Jongdae who was smiling proudly into his food.
“I hate you sometime you know.” Referring to the hickey you hadn’t realized he gave you.
“Thats not what you were saying fifteen minutes ago.” He said, laughing when he received a smack across his bicep.
Was having a real rough few days emotionally so Im sorry Im a little bit behind when it comes to the asks. I have all your prompts still just gotta catch up with somethings before I answer.
I didnt get a lot of sleep and it affected me emotionally at least, I felt sad and tired even though I was having a good time with friends. My motivation to draw too was affected so I tried to get myself in the mood again by doing these quick ideas of pokemon crossbreeds.
Been messing with ideas for a pokesona. I have my lickilad sona but I always get fairy typed when I ask others.But I can never pick between some of the options, mainly slurpuff, granbull, wigglytuff and clefable. So been messing with some crossbreeds to see if that could help. Im still as lost as ever but at least some of these came out cute!
yo what are ur Thoughts on feferi as a character?? im desperate for any and all fef meta lmao
OH i love feferi!! shes a really great character and im a lil upset at how much the fandom kinda, twisted her character (granted she got about 3 seconds of personality time but still)
she has some very obvious flaws that i dont see brought up a lot! she wants to help dismantle the caste system but her idea of a new culling system, while less violent, still reinforces the social hierarchy by giving lowbloods less and less agency as the castes go down (this kind of system would be dehumanising at best). basically since shes coming from a place of social privilege she doesnt fully understand the oppression she wants to take out of society and her physical isolation/proximity to eridan probably didnt help with that.
shes very opinionated and stubborn, but she had a lot of room for development!! karkat especially wouldve been a great segway for confronting her internalised caste problems, and its a real shame they barely interacted. tldr she couldve been a really good character and her arc couldve sent an important message but unfortunately homestuck is only good sometimes thank u for comign to my ted talk
may i request both of your crush headcanons (ex: how they act/treat their crush, would they pass notes, any specific things they do JUST for their crush, etc etc) for the hosts + haruhi? :oo i'm curious to see what you two think!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah (GOMEN IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE POSTED ANYTHING SO HAVE THIS RLY LONG HEADCANON POST)
Tamaki is dense as hell about his crush but you guys already knew that so at first he’s just putting the charms on you because he sees beauty in you just like he does with his clients
and he’ll just attempt to spend as much time with you as possible and call you sweet nicknames and his usual princely shit but then he suddenly starts to realise w h o a h i really like doing this kind of stuff around you
he ends up trying to rope you into the host cub family and gets you involved with all their shenanigans and you just end up being swept along with the tide like gdi tamaki
and then he starts getting JEALOUS whenever anyone else especially tHOSE SHADY TWINS gets a bit too close to be considered friendly and at first he just thinks ‘well they’re a part of our family, im just being protective’ but then Kyoya’s just like ‘nope. not doing this shit again. you like them. in a romantic sense not a family one gdi tamaki you want to be their boyfriend now stfu.’
que sudden realisation on tamaki’s part
and he doesn’t really know how to act around you now so he just decides to up the charm (and gets really flustered at the same time and usually ends up embarrassing himself horribly by staring at you for too long when you’re walking together and careening into a pole or something).
put it this way; to him a moment when he doesn’t have your attention is a moment wasted
senpai wants to be noticed so badly
plz notice him and put him out of his misery
dude. its Haruhi. she has no clue that she even likes you.
but its pretty clear to everyone else so there’s that
she just makes an effort to spend time with you and hang out and she’s just always there being nice and helpful and friendly and w o w be still my beating heart just look at that smile
she’s so unbelievably good to you like ‘you’re worried about an upcoming test??? we can study together at my house. i’ll cook dinner!’
‘you need notes from that class you missed?? i’ll copy out mine for you.’
‘you lost your phone?? i’ve got time lets spend the next three hours traipsing around the building calling it until we hear it.’
she pretty much sees you as one of her closest friends who she admires very much because you’re really great and talented and attractive in her eyes and she - wait what attractive??
ding dong you got it Haruhi.
and now she’s just a big flustered MESS around you at all possible times and trying her best not to show it because is this okay am i too close or not close enough do oh no have they twigged because im acting weird they can probably tell what if they dont feel the same way somebody please kill me god damn
eventually Kyoya figures it out of course and sometimes he makes very sly comments when you’re around, hinting that she likes you and Haruhi just has to kind of discreetly kick him like stfu kyoya u heinous space herpe
not to mention the way her head just SNAPS to a conversation whenever you’re mentioned and yeah we all knew it Haruhi you are just too cute for words.
YOU MEAN AFTER HE GETS OVER HIS GIANT DENIAL BECAUSE SWEET MAMA THAT BOY IS DENSE WHEN IT COMES TO HIS OWN FEELINGS
yeah at first he’s gonna avoid you like the plague because what is happening to him why the hell is he reacting so strongly wtf all u did was pIC K UP A PenC IL G oD
okay so AFTER Haruhi, Kaoru and Honey smack sense into him and he comes to terms with it its great because he’s not competing against his brother or anyone else this time so yeah he just gOES FOR IT
Hikaru will legit resort to any means to get your attention/an excuse to hang out
srsly he’s the kind of guy who’ll throw notes at your head in class just so that you both get detention or nick your wallet or something when youre not looking just so he can ‘find’ it for you later
‘you’re failing that class?? WHAT A COINQUIDINK im failing too we should totes have a study date or something’
‘oh dear i seem to have spilled my coffee all over you whoops SO sorry here take my shirt and lemme walk you to class’
he really does take off his shirt. this boy has no shame.
and whaaaaaaat??? rumours that you two are dating??? he totally didnt see this coming or hope those would spring up but hey you know thats not such a bad idea >;D
prepare for him to be super jealous all the time whenever you talk to other people like ‘whoah hey wtf hikaru i was in the middle of a conversation’ ‘no dont talk to them i swear on my life they were leering at your ass. im just looking out for you here, they’re probably a sexual deviant. bad news stay away.’
he’s so nice what the hell Kaoru this level of selflessness is inhuman i stg
he just loves spending time with you and hanging out and doing things together this puppy is pretty much at your beck and call what a sweetie
of course that doesn’t mean you’re exempt from the light jokes and teasing that accompanies it
he’s basically at your side as much as he’s at his brothers (which means that you now have both of the twin’s attention well done prepare for hell and mischief)
but he pretty much makes himself your own personal superman like ‘wHOOPS you nearly tripped lucky i was there to catch you’ and ‘you’re off sick?? ill copy my notes for you. also what kind of soup do you like cause im coming over’
Kaoru is fun! He’s the kind of guy who’ll just text you like ‘are you busy?? not anymore there’s a carnival in town so get dressed, im waiting outside!’ and then he just drags you off and its loads of fun and youre just like ????? are u just being a fun friend or do u like me????
yeah thats another thing he’s so good of a friend that it becomes really hard for you to tell that if he actually has the dokis for you or if he’s just really friendly because he’s not FLIRTING with you like he does when he’s hosting and its confusing, but really he’s treating you differently and genuinely because he does actually like you and he wants you to stop treating him like just a friend AND ITS ALL VERY CONFUSING and absolutely perfect for a tense confession scene aww yeah aHEM we’ll totally write that if u guys request it
also prepare for Hikaru to get tired of waiting for his bro to make a move and attempt to be his wingman and he’s just dropping hints everywhere BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO BE CATCHING ON
Hikaru is 4378436% done with both of you. ‘omfg just kiss already you’ll make a lot of people happy’
the host club has started a betting pool on which one of you is gonna break and confess first lets just say Haruhi ends up with a LOT of moolah by the end of this charade
the denial is strong in Kyoya ohhh boy
YOU THINK HIKARU’S BAD YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO FATHOM THE SHEER AMOUNT OF DENIAL THAT IS HAPPENING HERE like he’s used to being charming and suave with his clients but this is different he actually has feelings for you???? huh??????? what is he supposed to do with those????
feelings are too much hassle goodbye
its likely that Kyoya would try to shove these feelings into a box in the corner of his mind and never ever ever think about you or how you make his heart do weird things or how nice you look when you laugh or how attractive your smile is and god fucking dammit
and even though he’s trying to suppress what he deems to just be a ‘distraction’ his soft spot for you still shows in ways he doesn’t realise until after he’s done it
‘oh my god did i just offer them a discount what the hell is WRONG with me’
/i wont say im in love plays softly in the distance/
once he actually comes to terms with his feelings tho he starts PLANNING
if he’s going to do this whole ‘crush’ thing he’s gonna do it RIGHT gosh darn it.
he ends up using the host club to his advantage by making sure that they’re always serving your favourite food or doing a theme you like cause hey if it gets you there, he’s happy.
expect to run into him everywhere and every time you somehow get roped into getting lunch at really nice and expensive places with him and eventually its like ‘???? are we on a date Kyoya??’
Honey KNOWS he’s cute and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t use it to his advantage here
he is affectionate as hell and he’s always around you or holding your hand or giving you hugs or sometimes when he gets really confident or ahead of himself he’ll plant big kisses on your cheeks and HE GETS AWAY WITH IT because everyones just like ‘awww thats Honey-senpai for ya’
tbh about half of your life is spent sitting at his table eating with him because how can you say no to a face like that
but here’s the kicker *drumroll*… he saves food for you
i know right
like if he knows you’re coming today he will find your favourite flavour bring it to his table and protect it with his life if he has to no one is allowed to touch the desserts he saves for you
its terrifying tbh
Mori totally knows about his big fat crush tho and most of his time is spent hovering over Honey’s shoulder whispering ‘tell them’
‘IM WORKING ON IT TAKASHI’
he’s confident - maybe even overly so - in interacting with you as his crush, and later as your s/o, but we think he’d actually be pretty nervous about the actual confession part
like he’s super worried that you only see him as this little brother figure and he knows that you smiling at him in that way that makes his stomach flip when he does something cute doesn’t equal attraction and you guys are pretty much surrounded by these other hot people who people are falling all over and bless his soul youre perfect just the way you are Honey don’t ever change you can be cute and a boyfriend at the same time my darling
bruh. Mori is so unbelievably chill about this.
in fact, he’s SO chill that it presents a problem because it’s almost impossible for anyone but Honey to figure out that he likes you at all.
THIS MAN IS TOO TALENTED AT HIDING HIS BLUSH.
the one big factor? He talks more when you’re around. you bring out his more talkative (and flirty) side because he really just wants to keep your attention.
and you’re like ???????????????????????? did big silent Mori just FLIRT with you???
hell yes he did and you better respond my friend
while he really wants to hang out with you he’s sometimes not exactly not sure how to ask, and that’s where Honey comes into the picture
Honey will often drag you along to spend time with him and Takashi and then have some sort of ‘emergency’ thats causes him to abscond so you’re left with Mori and Mori has no qualms whatsoever about this
PS Honey is a matchmaking genius
He also likes having study dates with you because you guys get to spend time together without relying on conversation to keep it going (also because he gets to call it a date and it makes him feel all wibbly inside)
spoiler alert: Mori is actually adorkable when it comes to romance
when he finally does confess its gonna be romantic (and surprising) as hell aww yeah
(1/2) I cant find an answer anywhere on the internet, hopefully u can help. MC ends up going into labor during a blizzard and gives birth alone in a cave (never fear the queen's guard finds them before they can freeze to death). The queen is passed out from exhaustion so cant help the guard "clean up the mess" who has no idea what to do w a fresh out the womb infant. the guard ends up having to cut the cord in order to dry and cover the baby up before it succumbs to the cold. The question: TBC
(2/2) …hope u can answer is this: bc the guard had no idea wtf he was supposed to do, he didnt tie or pinch the umbilical cord before/after cutting the umbilical cord. Would this harm the mother and/or baby? What would happen? (I forgot to say in the 1st part this is a nano q D:)
So, I’m sorry, but no, the queen isn’t going to give birth in her sleep. She’s gonna be exhausted, but she’s going to wake up. Humans don’t give birth in their sleep. As far as I know, no mammal gives birth in their sleep.
(You may Google and come back and say Scripty, Scripty, some woman did it! – The woman you see in the search results was in a medically-induced coma, not sleeping, regardless of what the papers say.)
I want to give you a little bit of warning about the scenario as you’ve written it, before I get into more of the medicine. I hope you take this as coming from a place of love and wanting to help improve your story, not as a personal criticism. Kay? Kay.
This sounds a lot like you’re taking any form of action away from the queen (who is… you know… a queen, in addition to being a woman), and giving it to her guard. You didn’t say a gender, but “guard” and “queen” typically make me think “he” and “she” for pronouns due to standards in the fantasy genre.
Be very, very careful taking agency away from your female characters, especially when it comes to birth and motherhood. One of the damaging parts of the fantasy genre are the ways in which many series ignore, belittle, or disrespect their female characters, and remember that women make up 70-80% of readers in this world.
We likes us our active ladies with agency!
Now then. The medicine.
The queen likely has had a mother who taught her the ways of the world. If not, she’s likely talked things through with the matrons or midwives who were planning to deliver the babe in the first place. She’s going to understand that there’s a cord to tie and cut.
If someone fails to tie off or clamp the cord before it’s cut, the infant will have an arterial bleed and blood will spurt out of the cord when it’s severed, so they’ll realize quite quickly that the cord has to be either pinched off or tied off. (The other end of the cord is attached to the placenta, which may also bleed significantly. Both the infant’s side and the mother’s side have to be tied.)
Mama is gonna want to hug that infant, by the way, and bring that kiddo up to her bosom. It’s a very instinctive part of birth (though not all births are the same). Wipe off the slime with… whatever comes to hand, really, bring the kiddo to Mom’s chest, and let them fall asleep snuggling. :)
HELLO I'D LIKE TO PITCH A STOZIER IDEA. it's not good or anything but imagine ; stan works at a bookstore and richie comes in to look for a book for bens birthday, he's obvs completely out of his element and he's rly loud bc he's talking to himself (the adhd ya feel) and stan is just like can i help you, and richie falls in love with stan bc boi is he blunt and he comes back every single day to see him
I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW OKAY
Stan works in the bookstore and he loves it. He loves the atmosphere, the smell of new books surrounding him and the fact that he can organize everything the way he wants (his boss let him do whatever he wishes to, when he saw that Stan’s ideas brought more income). This is basically his small heaven.
The only thing he doesn’t like about it are customers. Most often they’re loud, they leave mess and they are rude and obnoxious. There are also really nice people, quiet, the ones that respect workers. And there is third group, people that don’t really fit into stereotypes mentioned before.
And one of them enters the shop that one summer day and brings with him the “pinch” of chaos that this very moment makes Stan’s brows furrow. His bird sense tingles so he decides to watch the guy.
He looks lost. Yes, that is the best word to describe it and it makes Stan chuckle inside. When the door closes behind, he just looks around him, trying to figure out where exactly he should move. He runs fingers through his thick curls and lets out loud groan earning few looks from people around him.
Stan wonders for a moment if he should approach him or let him be, but the longer he observes him the more he feels that this guy needs help. He moves from behind the counter and wearing his special smile, he asks “how can I help you, sir?”
The guy, who is now busy reading book titles out loud and speaking to himself things like “no, it’s not it”, “maybe this one?” etc, jumps startled and quickly turns around to face Stan. As soon as his eyes lays on him, he freezes with his mouth open.
Stan is wondering if his eyes are this big because of the situation or if it’s just his glasses.
The whole situation is uncomfortably funny for Stan. Time passes by and no one says anything. For a moment he’s afraid he broke this guy with this stupid question. He clears his throat and repeats his words, trying not to think about the way this guy is looking at him.
This seems to bring back life into this customer, as he quickly moves his eyes away and says “yeah, sure, I think so.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Ummm, a book.”
“So you’re in the right place, this is bookstore.” Stan couldn’t help himself but be a little mean. This customer doesn’t look like one easily offended and he proves this when a wide smile grows on his face and pats his face with his palm.
“Right, sorry. It’s my friends birthday today and I, of course, left the shopping for the last minute.” he says, looking sheepishly at Stan, making his heart melt a little.
“Do not worry, my friend. Tell me something, what does he like? I’m sure I will be able to help you choose.” he says, smiling softly.
“Um, he likes…books.” Is all he receives as an answer and now he can’t control the small laughter that escapes his mouth.
“Aw fuck, I did it again!” the customer says laughing as well. Then he quickly remembers that his friend (Ben is the name he mentions) told him about few titles about DIY he would love to have in his collection.
Stan guides him to the right section in the store and shows him those. The guy chooses two of them and can’t stop thanking him on their way to the check out.
After Stan gave him his change and receipt, the customer looks at him with his big eyes and suddenly asks “If I come here next time, will I find you in the art books section?”
This time it’s Stan’s turn to feel broken. He doesn’t know how to react and before he manages to do anything else than raise his eyebrows, the guy is gone.
Fast forward to the next day, Stan still remembers this weird guy and he find those memories really pleasant. They make him smile and that feels good. About half an hour before the shop closes he hears the bell, meaning someone enters and he sees familiar mess of dark locks.
The guy looks around, clearly less lost than the day before and the moment he notices Stan he smiles widely and comes to him. “He really liked them” he says. Stan has never had the situation when the customer came back to thank him, so he just answers “I’m glad.” and kind of wants to go back to his duties.
“I’m Richie, by the way. Richie Tozier.” the guy follows him and Stan has no other option than to answer “I’m Stan.”
“Thank you so much again, Stan. See you!” and just like that the guy is gone. Stan can’t really comprehend what the hell has just happened, but decides to brush it off.
But the next day he sees him again. He stepped by looking for a good horror story and Stan recommends him the new book by aspiring author Bill Denbrough.
They engage into a small talk and Stan feels uneasy with the way he enjoys hearing Richie’s voice, even when he throws not funny jokes, and tries not to look too long into Richie’s eyes when he takes his glasses off finally showing how beautiful they are.
The next day, fourth as Stan counted, Richie enters the shop and looks nervous. His hands tremble slightly so he hides them in his pockets and when he says “hi” his voice cracks. Stan wonders for a moment if he should ask if everything is okay, but before he can open his mouth he hears one word.
He doesn’t know how to treat this, and how to respond. The first thing that comes to his mind is to just ask “A book? A book about coffee?” and so he does. Richie who up to this moment seemed like he was about to faint any second, lets out heavy breath and smiles weakly. “Yes.” he says and in no time he’s back onto his usual tittle-tattle.
Stan really feels the weird tension between them this day. He isn’t stupid, he knows what this “coffee” was supposed to mean. It has just happened so fast he was stunned. After this no moment feels okay to bring back the topic so they just move to the check out. Richie seems like he wants to say something, but just looks at his feet and says quick “bye”.
On the fifth day Stan catches himself on looking through the window, searching for the familiar locks. He worries that Richie won’t come back and is not happy about the way it makes him feel. He can’t focus on his work, so his coworkers force him to stay behind the counter all day.
Everytime he hears the doorbell he looks there with hope, but after 6 hours of nothing he almost gives up on waiting.
He’s so busy with doodling in his notebook, he doesn’t notice the last customer that enters the shop. He hears footsteps approaching him but doesn’t move his head from where it lays on his fist. It takes the guy to clear his throat loudly to finally attract his attention and as soon as he raises his eyes, he feels like the sunshine has been poured into his heart.
He quickly stands up, almost too eagerly, so he clears his throat as well and tries not to smile so wide. Richie greets him and hands him a note, saying his father wants him to buy this. “After you” Stan says, pointing into the right direction. When Richie turns his back on him, Stan quickly takes a pen and scribbles something on the back of the note, and then rushes to his favourite customer.
After they find the right book and Richie pays for it, they stand on the both sides of the counter a little bit awkward. Stan slips the receipt and the note Richie gave him earlier into the book and hands it to Richie.
When Richie leaves the store he closes his eyes and pats his head with hand, saying “stupid stupid stupid!”. He accidentaly bumps into someone and the book falls from his hands. He quickly crouches to grab it and then he notices the note that fell out of it.
On the one side there is what he wrote to pretend he has a reason to come to the bookstore.
On the other there is written in the neat hand writing telephone number and one word.
okay, I really hope it didn’t turn out as messy as I’m afraid it did? I think this is closer to badly written fanfiction instead of headcanonns, but this is really the closest I can get to right now and it really helps me to fight my writing block so I think it’s okay? :”D
A/N: First off, I’m sorry this took so long to update I have a plan and I just needed a filler, so thats basically what this is, even though its kind of important to the story. Second off I just wanted to give a public thank you to my two good friends @i-thinkiloveyoutoomuch and @park-thatasshere. They’ve really helped me make this story come to life and they put up with me when I need to brain storms ideas, Thank you P&R, I love you two.
Hewasneverhomeanywayssowhyitmatteredthatyouwerenowinhissonsapartmentyoudidntunderstand. You didn’tmeantofallforhisson. ForSeungri.
It had almost been a week, or so you were told by Daesung that you had been at the Kwon residence. The men treated you nicely, always making sure you were fed and watered and that your wounds were properly tended to. Infection was the last thing they wanted you to experience. You had been bed ridden. Trying to stand was took too much effort and by the time you had even shifted enough from the bed you were to tired to go on. But it was getting better. The bruises that you could seen had started to fade into a sickly green and the swelling on your face was all but gone. Still, as comfortable as the boys had made you feel, you were still uncomfortable being there. Every night you spent dreaming of one of two things; Jaebum, or the concrete building.
You woke up one morning to a dark room, your body aching from being still for so long. Through the pain erupting in your side you tried to sit up. You gasped loud and moved your hand to your stomach, the door to the room you were in opening quickly and the lights flicked on to reveal a worried face Seungri. He didnt say anything, just made his way to the bed, sat next to you and helped you sit up. His hand hooked around your waist for you to brace yourself against his shoulder. His hand started to pull up the bottom of your shirt. You sat up more, wincing with the sharp pain and turning as best you could to look at him.
“What the hell are you doing?” You coughed as he replaced his hands on you to help support you.
“I was just going to change the gauze.” He started reaching over to pull the new pack off the table. “Plus its not like I haven’t seen whats under your shirt.” He added quietly making you cough again.
You accepted the water he reached for and nodded your head in thanks, things growing more and more awkward. He helped you lay back down and rolled your shirt up, his fingertips grazing the bruised skin of your stomach.
'Its been two weeks since they took you and you still look like an old punching bag.“ He said. You watched as the muscles in his jaw clenched.
"Im fine.” You said past the pain of his fingers pressing across the bruising on your stomach.
“You’re not fine, have you seen yourself?”
“I don’t want to.”
He sighed and pushed your shirt up more till he got to the patch that hugged the center of your stomach. His fingers softly pulled the tape away and you watched as his face fell into grimace. You didnt want to let him know how bad it hurt, but you couldn’t help but take ahold of his hand and squeeze as he started to disinfect the stitches.
“Ah, wait wait wait.” You gasped as he started to apply ointment to the stitches. “Can.. Can I shower please I think it will make me feel better.” You said. Anything to get the pain he was inflicting to stop just a little longer.
“Oh, sure. You probably haven’t showered in a while huh.” He said, kicking himself but happy it got you to chuckle lightly.
With great effort from Seungri and then Daesung when he walked by to hear you groaning in pain, you were able to stand on shaky legs and be led to the bathroom. Seungri sat you on the side of the bathtub and started to help you undress. You were both blushing, though being intimate was something you two weren’t strangers to, you now having Jaebum made things extra weird.
But if you meant as much to Jaebum as you thought you did, why wasn’t he the one to rescue you. Why wasn’t he the one here helping you undress and cleaning your wounds. Your hands pushed Seungri’s hands aside angrily, not caring about the face he gave you as you stood yourself up, wrapping the towel he had placed over you around your sore body.
'Get out, I have it from here.’ You bit.
'What if you fa-’
'Get out Seungri.’
He breathed hard but listened to you, but only because one of the many rules Jiyong left him and the others was to do what ever you asked without any problems. Still, he left the door cracked just enough that if you were to need him at all he could hear you. Every time you would hiss or groan in pain he’d jump and wait for your voice again but it wouldn’t come for him. Instead he was left there, listening to you as you tried to silence your sobs and angry muttering. Even though he didnt know what you were saying, he heard you say 'Jaebum’ enough times to have a pretty good idea.
The shower made you feel better in more ways than one. Your muscles that had been tight and restricting had loosened up, the bruises on your body seemed to feel more neutral and the area that your stitches occupied was no longer gumpy and gross from the lack of true proper cleaning. On top of that you didnt feel gross any more, finally being able to wipe off the grime and blood from the floor of the concrete building. You had let your eyes close and your hands began to work at your hair to try and wash the grime of the past few weeks away, but a sharp, stinging pain on your left hand made you hiss and pull your hand away from your head. You started to rinse your hand just figuring the soap must have gotten into a cut, but as you pulled the large bandaid off of your skin and the soap started to wash away an image etched on your hand became more clear.
Covered by a dark scab was the long, winding body of a mean looking snake. But the snake wasn’t a snake. You rinsed your hand again and brought it closer to your face. A large bearded face with an open mouth and sharp teeth. Through its long whiskers a set of wide eyes looked straight up at you. Your heart began to pound and your nails started to scratch at the scab, trying convince yourself that it was just marker or something else along the lines of that. You scratched and scratched, your hand covered now in deluded blood making you realize just how deep the cuts actually were.
You froze and watched your hand bleed giving the dragon an in-motion look to it. All you could do was look at the series of cuts now. What did this mean? Where did this come from and why was it being covered. Now that you thought about it, when ever your wounds were being tended to this was the one thing they never checked.
A harsh knock on the door sounded and your name was called from the other side causing you to jump and gasp in surprise. You quickly rinsed your hand and turned the water off, wrapping yourself quickly in the towel before swinging the door open with as much force as you could use. Jiyong flanked by Seungri and Daesung stood there waiting for you, a kind smile on all of their faces. Jiyong opened his mouth to say something but you just shoved your bleeding hand out at him, now shaking in anger.
“What is this.”
“I asked you what is this. You said no lies why is this carved into my skin, Jiyong!” You said, yelling until you were left coughing roughly. You tried to pull away from the set of arms that wrapped around your waist to support you but you couldn’t get away from him, not with the way you were coughing.
“Y/n listen.” Jiyong started as your coughing fit ended. “It’s for your protection. We all have them, see?” He said as Daesung and Seungri held their hands out to you.
“And yours?” You spat. If he really marked all of his men and preached unity and protection he should have one himself.
You watched as he chuckled until your eyes were caught by his hands undoing his shirt. You watched as he let the shirt drop off of his shoulders and he slowly turned, your mouth falling open as you looked at the detailed scar work that connected into a huge dragon head on Jiyong’s back.
“You said I could choose. Why did you do this to me.” You said trying to hide the tears that started to well in your eyes again.
“I know, that is what I said. But just in case we took the opportunity when you were out on pain medication to give you our symbol. We figured wether you go back to Im or stay with us you’ll forever need protection, and if Im isn’t up to the task you at least have this now to protect you.” It made sense, but you hated the thought of Jaebum not being able to protect you any more and you hated it even more that these group of strangers through they had a say in who would protect you and who couldn’t. A tear slipped down your cheek as you thought about him, your eyes now only focusing on your still bleeding hand.
“Seungri, take care of her hand. We are going back into our meeting. If you need anything else y/n, please tell me.” He said bowing low.
“I want to go home.” You said softly at first.
“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be apart of your little plan I don’t want to help you!” You said, your voice getting louder and louder.
“Y/n please, I have guests on the phone. They’ll hear you.” Jiyong said, his voice gaining a threatening tone.
“Does it look like I care! I don’t want to be here! If you don’t want hostages making a ruckus than don’t house hostages!” Jiyong looked at you with dark eyes, his long fingers coming up to press to the bridge of his nose.
“Seungri, her hand.”
You didn’t talk for the rest of the night. Seungri did up your hand and left you to sulk. You wanted to rebel but your body hurt so much so the only way you would think of pissing them off was to rip the bandage off and scratch harder till your hand was bleeding once again. Deasung came to check on you shortly after Seungri left to the meeting and seeing your hand bleeding again made him sigh and dress it up again. The next time it was Yongbae who came in so see you scratching and bleeding all over the fresh sheets.
“God damn it Y/n stop!” He yelled taking both your hands in his, his sudden outburst making Seunghyun who was walking by stop into the room. When Yongbae finished explaining what had happened his own hand and even the cuff of his white shirt was stained red.
“I will ask you once and that is it. Do not rip this bandage off. If you do I will have no other choice than to treat you like we would a regular hostage!” Seunghyun rose his voice at you.
You pouted and scoffed, but let Yongbae fix your hand again. You didn’t care what Seunghyun said though, it was an empty threat. There was no way you were going to be banished to a dungeon for making yourself bleed. You pulled your knees up to your chest and looked over your shoulder to avoid his eye contact. When he finally felt you had given up was when he and Yongbae left the room, the door cracked slightly. You listened carefully and the moment they seemed far enough away you started to rip the bandaid off again.
“Y/n! Stop it!” Seungri whisper yelled as he half ran into the room, his hand reaching to stop yours from mutilating your body. “If you keep scratching it’s only going to make the scar worse. Just stop.” He said smoothing the bandaid with his thumbs.
He looked at you with sad eyes for what seemed like for ever. Eventually his had moved from yours to your cheek. He stroked away a stray tear and sighed, he hated seeing you like this. He always had hated seeing you upset like this. You looked at him and saw that in his eyes. There was too much pain and emotion towards you in his eyes that it made your stomach turn. His thumb trailed down your cheek and to hook under your chin to slowly bring your chin up so you could look at him better.
“Ive missed you like crazy. You can’t imagine the pain I’ve gone through having to see you walk away from me.” He said sighing. He dipped his head and chuckled one before looking up at you once more. His lips pressed into a straight line and you had to look away. But as your eyed looked down to focus on the blood that was already showing through the bandage the feeling of his lips on your forehead made your body go tense again, causing you to pull away from him.
“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here so if hurting myself is the only way you’ll let me go then I’ll do it.” You said sternly, trying to pull yourself from his grip. “Let me go Ri I want to go home let me go!”
“Y/n, Please stop it, stop fighting me!”
“What’s going on in here.” A sharp command came from the door.
“She keeps making herself bleed.” Seungri said over his shoulder as he fought to keep ahold of your hands.
“Ri let go!” You yelled louder, sliding off the bed to try and get away from him but you were just caught in his arm and he lifted you back up.
You started to kick and scream as you tried your hardest to get away from him. Jiyong from the side watched half amused, ignoring all calls coming down the hall at him that held the same question he had.
“Boss help!” Seungri yelled back.
“What? You can’t handle a girl that spent the past two weeks getting beat up?” He said with amusement at how hard you were actually fighting despite the excruciating pain it was probably causing you.
“I don’t want to hurt her boss please.” Jiyong then straighten and nodded, leaving the room for half a second before returning and taking ahold of one of your wrists.
Now you were fighting against two men, each holding onto you, pinning your arms down onto the blood stains sheets. Both men grunted as you kicked screamed and cried trying to hold you down, and trying to do so without actually causing any pain to the rest of your battered body. Through tear filled eyes you watched Seunghyun enter the room leading the other two men. You pulled and yelled harder as the men around tied you down, your feet tied together and bound to the footboard of the bed while your hands were tied as far apart from one another as they could get them, you cried at the pain the position put out in as it pulled the skin that had been stitched together apart, but they only gave you a few more inches of slack when they realized it was hurting you.
“Just… for fucks sakes… y/n, relax…” Jiyong panted, his hands on his knees. You spat in his direction, but he was to exhausted fight with you.
“If you would have met me any other way… we would have been best friends.”
And with that. Just one last sad look from Seungri and you were left there. Alone. You tried to break the restraints but the rope was too strong. You tried to pull your hands out but the rope was too secure. Giving up you tried to just wait up, to see if they would come into check on you. But as you waited sleep took over your body again, and not caring what your wishes were, you fell unconscious to dream about sweet Jaebum and dragon shaped scars.
“Just because you catch it midair and ‘lead’ it towards the bad guy with you ghost shield does not mean you’re worthy to use Thor’s hammer!”
Danny glared at Tony shooting his idea down.
He knew he wasn’t worthy, what with the whole Dan thing. But here they were, laughing and making fun of each other around the table as each new member tried to lift the hammer. All of them were trying to live up to what Cap had done. Even making it nudge a little bit was impressive.
Sam went first, and Danny didn’t doubt that the was worthy. He was good, pure, really. All the wanted to do was help people with their problems. He was a trouble magnet that had a need to fix the problem. He was a great friend if Danny’s, and a very respected one as well.
He didn’t lift the hammer.
Danny was shocked, to say the least. Of all the new people here he expected Sam to be able to do it.
Next was Wanda, who, despite being a good friend, he didn’t think she was worthy. She had done the wrong thing for the right reasons one to many times. But she had a good heart. Maybe she would prove Danny wrong.
No, she didn’t lift it either.
Clint made some comment about having to have an Odin-related fingerprint to be able to lift it, and Sam just called him a sore loser
Next up was the newest member, Bucky. It was still super rocky between him and Tony, but the relationship between the two was getting better. Danny couldn’t tell whether or not the would be able to lift it though. He didn’t know enough about the guy, except for the stuff Tucker had sent him. Once he had read it it had become obvious why Bucky and Tony’s relationship was so… Not good.
“I think we all know the answer to that question,” He held up a hand, declining the offer to try. It was still weird hearing him talk. He didnt do it very often.
That left none other than Danny (because Vision already could) to try. Everyone turned to him, and, while he wanted to decline, he had no reason to.
He stood up, feeling all eye on him as the made his way to the table, Clint jokingly trying to trip him on his way.
“Come on, Casper,” Tony grinned, “Are you gonna try using your shield idea?”
Danny shrugged and stuck his hand through the loop and gripped the handle with both hands. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, and the could almost feel the hammer humming under his fingertips.
“Hey guy! How’s it going?”
Danny’s concentration broke as he spun around to greet his sister.
“Hey, Jazz!” He said cheerfully, waving with the hand that held the hammer.
“Dude what the hell?” Tony sounded confused. Everybody else was wide eyed, and Thor looked almost nervous.
“Wait…” he said, still trying to process. Only the worthy people could lift Thor’s hammer. But the wasn’t worthy. Not with Dan and the fact that he’s half dead, and-
“Oh my god dude,” Clint said, astounded. Danny took his hand out of the loop and tossed it from hand to hand. So the hammer had been humming. It was almost like it was… Alive.
Asgardian magic was dope.
“So, Tony,” Danny said with a shit-eating grin, “Looks like I won’t be needing that ghost shield after all.”
Its one thing to work customer service, but working in a pharmacy is a another level. Majority of the time any problems that occur are not the fault of the pharmacy staff and iff so its communication. But boy did i get the sh*t end of the stick this day. I understand you need the right diabetic supplies but when you come up the counter screaming and yelling at me saying “this does not fit my machine” repeatedly then decide to shove what it doesn’t fit into in my face and then its a good idea to throw the lancets at me. Not only did i figure out that when we got the script it didnt specify what type to fill, but whoever typed it (a tech) and then verified it (the pharmacist) that they were too lazy to call the customer or the doctor to see what specific kind he needed. Thankfully the pharmacist there had my back and nearly throw him out of the store for his behavior.
Mary being the gossip queen she is tells Damien how Robert woke her up over this werewolf nonsense and Damien's thinks "this is it, the time has come" and he plays it off as best he can. But then he goes to Lucien because what else can he do?? His loner "cryptid hunter" neighbor is on to him? Lucien begrudgingly helps him out and enlists Ernest to start sabotaging all of Robert's attempts at "exposing" Damien by paying him off.
Anonymous asks: Robert tries getting Mary to help him and wants to get all the details he can about Damien from her but after the 2am almost break-in to talk about this she waves him and says to “just spend more time with Damien” to get details. Robert then starts messaging Damien the same way he does the dadsona (“hey, Damien, heeey”) and Damien is internally panicking but he has no excuse to not hang out with Robert that wouldn’t make him look more suspicious. Thus begins their “not-dates"
ASHDJFKG thank you for these asks!! I love yall this au is GOOD
Oh my god Ernest and Lucien having to sabotage the “not-dates” ahsdjfkg. Robert tries to pull something behind Damien’s back and the kids shoot paintballs at him. Robert takes Damien to the movies to try and keep him out late, and ends up seeing Ernest and Lucien in the front row. When Damien goes to the bathroom Robert tries to interrogate them and Lucien plays it off that they’re on a date too and Ernest thinks “this is how i die”–Robert does the whole “oh yeah? you think i’m gonna believe that?” And Lucien is about three seconds away from kissing Ernest smack on the mouth when Ernest blurts out “I DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU WERE HERE IM TRYING TO WATCH THE MOVIE OKAY I NEED TO SEE HOW JESSICA AND MARTIN MAKE UP AND IF HER SKEEVY EX COMES BACK INTO THE MIX”
Robert and Lucien just kinda stare.
Then Robert makes a snide comment abt how the movie sucks when he slinks back to his seat and Ernest yells at him for it.
Damien comes back and asks what he missed and Robert tells him his kid is on a date. Damien chokes on his drink. Then the two have the bright idea of embarrassing the fuck out of the kids and spend the rest of the movie doing so. Robert has more fun that night than he has in a while, so much so he doesn’t even notice that it’s a new moon that night and not a full one.
Afterwards Mary asks about the werewolf hunting business and Robert swears bc he forgot.
“I forgot, okay?”
“You woke me up at 4am to go camp outside his house and you just FORGOT?”
Hey uh I hope I don't sound like a troll but what IS your stance on ace discourse? Im ace and following aphobes makes me extremely uncomfortable. If you don't want to talk about your views I completely understand.
i do not want cishets in lgbt spaces. it is not specifically about them being ace or aro, if someone is cis and het i do not want them in lgbt spaces. at my local lgbt youth group we have trans small group once a week that is specifically for trans kids to talk with each other and get help, and it is almost always hosted by a trans adult, but one week they were short on staff so the guy hosting was a cis gay man. the group was going and i was talking about how one thing every trans kid goes through when they first come out is a phase where theyre basically a cis-pleaser and that we need to all realize our transition is about us and us alone and it doesnt matter what other people think or whether they understand and that cis feelings are irrelevant. at a later time in the group someone was talking about how he tried to come out to his parents and family before but it didnt work so he wanted strategies and ideas to be more successful. he said that he needed to be patient with them and explain a lot of things. the cis chaperone takes this as an opportunity to pipe up about how doing that shows a lot of maturity and this whole passive-aggressive tangent about how its our responsibility to educate other people and be the bigger person and blah blah blah that i KNEW was in direct response to what i had been saying earlier, and his cis ass was completely fucking blind to the fact that the reason why the trans boy was being so careful about this in the first place was because he depends on his family to fucking live and if he makes a wrong move or somehow offends them he might be out on the street.
a trans-only space should not have a cis person in it. it is supposed to be safe to talk about being trans and to be completely open, and the chaperone made it the opposite of that.
when i think of “exclusion” discourse i think back to that group. for some people that is the only space where they can be out of the closet and they have to hitch rides in secret so their parents dont know where theyre going. when i first went there at the tender age of 12 extremely self hating and suicidal that group fucking turned me around. my first time there i wore super ultra masculine clothes (complete with a fucking snapback) but being there i realized i didnt have to put up a front because these people were like me. and even though we were still around cis people we also had our own space every week.
groups and resources like that are a lifeline for some lgbt people and the only place where they can be open SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE it excludes people. and my experience in the trans group shows exactly what happens when you dont.
i dont give a shit about identity politics, i dont give a shit about the whole “does being ace/aro make you lgbt” discussion, hell i wouldnt even fucking care if a cis aro and ace person showed up as long as they knew their place and didnt try and act like they faced homo/transphobia. but keeping safe spaces safe is extremely fucking important to me.
sorry that was a lot but i havent ever really addressed exactly why i feel the way i do
also i dont hate ace people i just have major issues with the ace community on tumblr and the way aromanticism is treated as discount asexuality and i dont like the appropriation of gay culture and terms, but that isnt exclusive just to ace people.
also also feel free to unfollow if these views make u uncomfortable but im aro so dont call me an aphobe