The Serpent And The Cheerleader| Sweet Pea x Reader
Pairing- Sweet Pea x Reader
Warnings: Some Swearing But Not That Bad Also light angst but major fluff though like marshmallow level.
Genre: Slight Angst And Major Fluff
Summary: Reader And Sweet Pea Have A Secret Relationship, The Reader Being From The North Side, While he’s a South Sider. And to top it off, Shes A Cheerleader And He’s A Serpent, Both From Totally Different Worlds. After A Long Stressful practice for the River Vixens, Reader goes home where she learns that her relationship..Might not stay hidden. As emotions come crashing down on her, she calls her favourite Serpent and has a heart to heart.
Authors Note: Should this get a part two? I’m not quite sure honestly, Maybe if this gets support i’ll write up a part two? Also this isn’t the best and I apologize. Quick note as well, I Head cannon that Sweet Pea is a total softie for whoever he is dating. I will take this to my grave and fight anyone. Also my requests are open.
-The (L/N) family, a family known throughout the town of Riverdale. The Mother and Father of the family being high school sweethearts that ended up tying the knot. Not only that, but they were highly respected in the community due to them having ties with publishers and business men. But like any other family in Riverdale, They weren’t the perfect family they were thought to be behind doors. But this story isn’t about the parent’s. Its about their River Vixen Gem of a daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).
A deep sigh left my body as I made my way through the crowded hallways, attempting to get home quickly. Practice for the River Vixens had ended early due to the paranoia from the recent events by someone called the black hood. I must have spaced out, because I was brought back to reality by the red haired bombshell, Cheryl Blossom.
“Did you even hear me? Ugh, Anyways I said practice is tomorrow at the same time.” she said to me as she walked beside me, still clad in her uniform as I was as well. I gave a meek nod to her as we went out the door’s of the school and into the cold. The red head came to a pause, turning to me and giving me a small kiss on the cheek and a small hug. “I’ll text you later stay safe, see you tomorrow dearie.” she said as she walked away quickly, leaving me alone.
After a twenty minute walk, I made it home. I quickly scaled the steps and went into my house. I was met with a sight that made me take a shaky deep breath. There sat my mother with her arms crossed, in front of her on the table laid a pile of clothes that obviously weren’t apart of my wardrobe as I wore lighter colors while the clothing was mostly black. She gave me a look as she raised an eyebrow while leaning forward.
“What are these?” Her shrill voice rang out through the room. I felt myself begin to sweat with anxiety, as I took a deep breath. “Oh..those are some friend’s clothes that they let me borrow. I’ve been meaning to return them, it completely slipped my mind.” I gave a fake smile towards my mother as I tightened my grip on my backpack strap. Her gaze turned cold as she stood up, grabbing the pile of clothes.
She quickly walked forward, slamming the pile into my chest as I fumbled to catch it. “Dinner is an hour. Your father will be joining us.” Was all she said as she brushed past me and went into the kitchen. I stood there for a few seconds frozen, before stiffly making my way upstairs towards my bedroom.
I quickly scaled the steps and went into my bedroom, making sure to close it behind me. I changed out of uniform and into a sweater and leggings, Making sure to hang up my uniform. I tossed the pile of clothing that my mother had found into my laundry bin, making sure to hide it along with some of my own laundry.
I sat down on my bed as I fished my phone out of my backpack. I quickly unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I found a certain one, I paused for a second before dialing and holding my phone to my ear. I listened as the line buzzed, waiting for the person on the other side to pick up. A click was heard before someone spoke up, “Hello?”
I felt my heart speed up as my emotions started to pour out, “Sweet Pea, My mom I think she knows. What if my dad knows?” I Choked out, feeling tears fill my eyes. I heard the male on the line mumble a few swears before giving a sigh “Calm down babe..its gonna be alright, trust me. Take a deep breath and tell me what make’s you think she knows.”
Just hearing his voice seemed to calm my nerves as I took a deep breath, like instructed. “Well for starters, while I was at school she went through my room! shes always been obsessive over my life but shes never went this far. She must have dug deep because she found some clothes that you left here. She ambushed me when I got home.” I said, my voice shaking. “What did you tell her?” He softly asked me. “I told her that the clothes were just some a friend let me borrow.” I whispered out.
It was quiet on the line for a few seconds. “what will happen if your parent’s find out? You always avoid telling me every time I ask. I Know they wont be pleased but tell me what would they do?” Sweet Pea’s Voice was firm and clear, even on the phone he seemed intimidating but I felt comforted by his voice rather than scared or shaken.
“They’ll try to keep us apart, hell they might even try to send me away. They’ll either be ashamed and try to hide our relationship or they’ll tell the entire town. They’ll definitely try to make me ashamed to be seen with you but that will never happen. I love you and rather be with you than some asshole Jock from my school with an over obsessed personality.” I whispered the final part, fearing someone might be listening in.
I heard the male on the line give a small chuckle, making my heartbeat begin to race and my face become warm. “And I love you to Princess, despite what anyone says and whatever happens.” A comforting silence filled the line after he said this. “Can I still come over tonight to crash?”
I let out a small laugh “Your always welcomed. I enjoy your company and having someone to rant to that actually listens.” The male gave a small hum, clearing his throat. “I’ll come over at like eight or nine, please don’t leave me in the cold like last Saturday.”
A fake offended gasp leaves me “You didn’t knock on my window or anything. Or even text me. How was I supposed to know that you were outside?” He clicks his tongue “Well I don’t know..this is just a suggestion, Maybe look out the window sometimes?”
I fall into a fit of giggles, the male on the line giving a small laugh as well. “Shit, Baby I have to go. I would love to talk more but duty calls.” By his tone, he sounds disappointed. “that’s fine sweets, I love you stay safe.” I softly say, feeling my face become hot once more despite saying this multiple times. “Love you to, see you later tonight” A click rang out, notifying me that he had hung up.
I held my phone to my chest, waiting for my face to cool down. Despite being in a relationship with the male for three months, Still the smallest things made me flustered. Once my face cooled down and the butterflies in my stomach disappeared, I tossed my phone onto my bed and stretched.
My door was thrown open, My mother standing there with a sour expression stitched onto her face. “Dinner’s Ready. Your father is waiting downstairs.” she sharply said as she swiftly turned around and went storming down the stairs. I took a deep breath before leaving my room and going downstairs into the dinning room.
There sat my mother at one end of the table and at the other my father, who wore a more blank expression unlike my mother who looked ready to smash something. The table was set with plates and silverware along with Dinner, Pasta and salad with bread sticks. My father made a small hand motion. “Take a seat, we need to talk about a few things.” I felt my stomach drop and fear imprison me once more as my fathers voice rang out through the dinning room.
“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air.
“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.
“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.
“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.
“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?”
He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.
“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it.
“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me.
“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.
“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.
“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears.
“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying.
“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”
I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated.
“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.
“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room.
“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.
“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside.
“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.
“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.
I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry.
“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.
“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.
“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor.
“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly.
“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.
“I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,”
“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction.
“Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.
Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.
Summary: You and Sirius and paired up to do an assignment on the strongest love potion in the world.
Warnings: None :)
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I’ve been super busy and I ran out of ideas for stories. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
Requests are open! Send in your ideas!
You look up from your book and scowl at the obnoxiously loud, infamous Marauders as they sit down for Potions. Trying to ignore them, you try to focus on the recipe for a Pepperup potion, but a loud whistle brings you from your thoughts.
You glare at the shaggy, black haired boy with a giant grin and a wink behind you.
Out of all four of the pranksters, you absolutely could not stand Sirius Black. His overwhelming arrogance, loud behavior, and cruel bullying drove you absolutely insane (though, you couldn’t say he wasn’t easy on the eyes…).
You simply turn back around and ignore him as Slughorn walks in to begin the lesson.
“Welcome, everyone! As you all know, the middle of the term is fast approaching. Lucky for you, I’ve decided to assign a partnered group project.”
Before the class can rejoice, Slughorn interrupts. “Hey, now. Before we get excited, I’ve already chosen the partners.”
Slughorn seems to ignore the resonating groan of annoyance from the class. “Each group will be assigned a particularly difficult potion they must brew along with an essay on its ingredients and effects. This will be due in two weeks.”
Grabbing a piece of parchment with several names scribbled on it, Slughorn begins to read off partners.
You begin to feel nervous many names that aren’t yours or Sirius’s pass.
“Y/N L/N and Sirius Black. You will get Amortentia.”
You feel your heart absolutely sink. Not only did you get the laziest, most obnoxious partner, but you also got assigned a love potion–a very strong love potion.
You hesitantly turn around and see Sirius beaming back at you and waving. This was going to be a very, very difficult project.
Potions passes by dreadfully slow after that. You can’t even focus on studying the recipe for a Shrinking Solution. All you can think about is dreadful thoughts about your oh so wonderful partner.
Does he even know what a potion is? you curiously think as you watch him try to decipher aconite from lavender.
As you watch him, though, you notice how his long, black locks frame his face gently, how when he smiles, his nose crinkles a little….
You snap yourself out of your trance.
Hell no. I do not like Sirius Black, never.
With that thought, you rip your eyes away from his figure and continue to focus.
“Hey, L/N!” a loud, unfortunately familiar voice calls after you.
You put a fake smile on. “Yes, Siirus?” You can’t help but breath in his strong scent of cologne.
“So, Amortentia huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
You frown. “Honestly, I could care less what we have to brew. This potion takes at least a week to brew, so we better get started.”
You can tell he’s about to protest. “And, I am not doing this on my own, Black.”
He groans. “Fine. Tomorrow morning in the dungeons then?”
After following the precise instructions on the recipe and spending hours studying the ingredients and their effects, you and Sirius were almost completely done with your project.
“I think it’s ready”, you call out, noticing the potion turn pearly in color.
“Thank Merlin”, Sirius mutters, heading over to look at the progress. His dark eyes look exhausted, yet, radiant as they take in the sight of the pretty liquid.
You never though spending hours with Sirius Black would be this enjoyable. While annoying at times, he was still amazingly funny and kind, always cheering you up and making you laugh.
But, you reminded yourself, Sirius was a ladies’ man. He would lose interest in you the second your project was turned in.
Your train of thought is interrupted when a strong smell of Sirius’s cologne invades your senses. You look over at him, confused. Did he put more on while you were thinking…?
Then you notice the scent is laced with the smell of a log fire burning and the smell of sweet peppermint and grass.
You let out a tiny gasp. This is what Sirius smells like.
He notices the scent immediately as well, looking over at you with wide eyes. “L/N… What do you smell?”
You flush red immediately and your throat closes up.
Sirius ignores your lack of answer. “Because…. Because I can smell these flowers, lavender I think, and I swear to Merlin its like the soap you use.”
You can’t breathe, like the air has been punched out of your lungs. Sirius moves closer to you, taking deep lungfuls of air.
“Y/N”, he says and you shiver. He’s never truly said your first name.
“Y/N, what do you smell?”
You don’t notice how close he is until you feel his warm breath on your face. Softly, you mutter your answer.
Your answer seems to snap a cord lose in Sirius and he quickly lunges forward and molds his lips to yours.
He’s surprisingly sweet and soft, and its like you can’t get enough of him. Sirius’s hands dangle in your hair softly as he continues to move his lips against yours gently.
Who knew a boring potions project would end up like this?
“I told you it would work!”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Nearby, James Potter and Remus Lupin watch yours and Sirius’s tender moment unfold.
“Well, I told you that they both had feelings for each other, didn’t I?” James brags, huffing out his chest.
“It was my idea to change the potion they had to brew”, Remus butts in.
They both watch one of their best friend’s happy moment. Remus smiles as he looks at James. “All they needed was a little push.”
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wow so this is extrememememmememmememllylyllylyyyyyy late lol like no kidding i think 2 of these messages have been sitting in my inbox for who knows how long….and ive gotten requests to do fic recs post since like. the beginning of this blog lol. but here i am almost a yr later sup guys
so ill go ahead and only list my top 5 because out of the 46248678282 fics ive probably read these are the most memorable ones for me…..there are more but they are either unfinished or i jut genuinely do not remember the title/author because i am a mess lol….so here goes!
of the anon prompt: “you’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” which is great SO THANK U and tagging the babe @tomllholland enjoy it :)
It was Thursday again.
was your favourite day of the week (definitely not because it was you and
Peter’s weekly date night, no, definitely wasn’t that.)
It was a bit
unusual– it was like Thursday was the day in which all the criminals took a
break for the week. Peter noticed this during his nightly patrols, that
Thursday always had the lowest amount of crime to fight; and so, with much convincing from you - “Peterrrrrrr, c’mon, Queen’s best crime fighter has to take a break sometimes.” “You really think I’m Queen’s best crime fighter?” - you eventually managed to make Thursday night, date night.
So, that’s what you
were doing now– setting up for a movie night on the couch with Peter. The
weather was less than remarkable but you couldn’t help but be glad at the one
way ticket to cuddling with your boyfriend. (He was amazing at cuddles so you always looked forward to movie nights.)
The unmistakable theme music of Star
Wars came through the speakers and you giggled as Peter’s face lit up with childlike excitement- god,
you were dating an utter nerd.
“C’mon Spiderboy,” You eagerly patted the spot
next to you on the couch, laughing as he wasting no time in skillfully jumping over the
back of the couch to land beside you. Peter loved to show off his ‘spider-side’ when Aunt May wasn’t around.
“Show off,” You
coughed slyly, grinning as he stuck his tongue out at you in return. It was
like every other Thursday.
A yawn passed your lips as you blinked, shaking away your tiredness-
c’mon, this was Star Wars! You weren’t just
gonna go fall asleep in the middle of one of these movies.
Though, to be fair,
you’d made it pretty far; you had already finished A
New Hope and you were nearing the end of The
Empire Strikes Back but you were committed. You sat up a little
straighter, pulling the blanket that you and Peter were snuggling under, as you
realized the iconic scene you loved was coming.
Peter smiled at the notion, watching as you mouthed along with the words
on screen, almost perfectly in sync. God, he was dating an utter nerd.
“I love you.” You mouthed
dramatically, taking a minuscule glance at Peter, blushing when you saw he was
already looking at you.
You sighed as you
leaned back into Peter’s chest, pulling the blanket back up to your chin as you
“That is literally
like the most romantic and perfect thing in existence.” You sighed again, your
eyes trained on the screen as the scene continued. Peter laughed, replying
possible, you’re the most perfect thing in existence.”
Your heart stopped beating for a solid moment and you choked, spluttering silently
and glancing with wide eyes at Peter who didn’t even seem to realize he’d said
the most romantic thing ever.
This goddamn boy, I swear to god, you cursed but it
didn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks at the compliment because oh
my god what the fuck peter. You were pretty sure even your ears
were tinting pink and oh god this is embarrassing he’s not
even making a big deal out of this its not like he just gave the best
compliment you’ve ever received–
weren’t watching anymore, Peter turned his gaze, surprised when you squeaked
and ducked your head under the blanket.
You were desperately trying to cool your flushed cheeks, but it didn’t
help when you heard Peter’s amused voice say, “Are you– you’re
hiding under the blankets because…you're blushing?”
“W-What! N-No, I,
um, that’s just– I’m not, uh.” You groaned at how lame you were, unable
to even form a response but Peter only laughed. Unexpectedly, the blanket was
lifted and Peter ducked his head under to join you, your faces inches away. You
blushed again and Peter grinned wider, almost a smirk.
“Are you seriously
embarrassed because I complimented you?”
GoddAmn it Peter, can’t you see iSN’t
“Stop, Pete, I’m already embarrassed.”
You muttered embarrassed, going to push his chest playfully but instead he caught you hand,
intertwining your fingers as he grinned wider yet.
“You’re so cute,” he whispered. He leaned in, delicately kissing you on the nose, knowing it would make you blush again. You couldn’t help but feel like kids under a blanket, sharing secrets when he whispered again.
“I love you.”
Peter’s jaw dropped and you laughed at him, using your intertwined hands to bring him closer and kiss him once more. He was still shocked when you pulled away, now his cheeks burning red.
Felicity is the most misogynist thing about Arrow.
Felicity has consistently, from as far back as season 1, viewed every other woman has her competition. She’s thrown every other female character under the bus to better herself and it genuinely baffles me that Felicity fans accuse those who dislike her of being misogynist, because Felicity has - since her conception - been the writers primary tool to facilitate their own misogyny.
Felicity dug into Moira’s background (granted she was enlisted to do so, however she continued even after she was specifically told to stop). Felicity then used the information she’d found on Moira (that also involved Thea) as she saw fit, with no regards for the women in question. She told Oliver, simultaneously dismissing Moira’s privacy, driving a wedge in the Queen family, viewing Oliver’s opinion as higher than either Moira or Thea (who the info ACTUALLY concerned) and faciliated the writer’s need for Queen Family Drama and more Oliver-man-pain.
Felicity made a petty remark of “What was it fantasy island?” Because she found out about Shado and Sara being present on Lian Yu. Oliver is traumatized and is hallucinating about a dead Shado, is consumed with guilt over her death and has consistently expressed that the island was too horrifying for him to talk about. And Felicity gets so jealous over the mere existence of a dead girl who was a part of Oliver’s life literal years before Felicity even knew he existed, to the point where she makes scathing comments and flippant remarks about his trauma.
Felicity needs to be reassured and explicitly told that SHE is Oliver’s ‘girl’ when Sara joins the team, because she doesn’t see Sara as an equal and is so threatened and intimdated by another woman joining the team they needed to literally specify that Felicity is The Girl ™. God forbid women work togehter and value each other without being pitted against each other.
Felicity called Oliver’s own mother diabolical AT HER FUNERAL, clearly not having any respect (if not for Moira as a person then she should have AT LEAST have respect for what she meant to Oliver), and this disgusting comment is never addressed or considered out of line in the narrative whatsoever. She also made a similar quip after Amanda Waller was shot.
Felicity is rude, dismissive, ashamed of and disrespectful to her mother near constantly. She looks down on her for not being as intelligent and slut shames her for her dress, despite the fact Donna raised Felicity single-handedly and dotes on her daughter completely.
Before I go on I’d love to point out that ALL OF THIS SO FAR (with the exception of the Waller comment) took place in Seasons 1&2, because people seem to forget that Felicity has always been awful, and they’re viewing the earlier seasons with rose-tinted glasses because seasons 3&4 were just THAT BAD.
When Season 3 started, Olicity was suddenly a thing, and they shoehorned in some flashbacks to try and make it more feasible, one of which included Felicity randomly walking into her boss’ office at QC after hours with no purpose, spying a photo of Oliver on a desk and commenting aloud to herself how cute he is and how “its a pity you’re dead”. This doesnt have anything to do with her treatment of women, but atleast her lack of respect for the dead is a consistent character trait!
Felicity continues to throw Thea under the bus, what started with Felicity telling Oliver about Thea’s true parentage, driving a wedge in the family and neglecting to tell Thea (or moira, who’s secret it was to tell), continues with Felicity outright telling Oliver not to save his sister because it might result in his death (a risk that Oliver has already stipulated that he’s willing to take).
But it gets worse!! A newly resurrected Thea is struggling with bloodlust and is too traumatized to return to her apartment because of what happened there, she moves in with Laurel, because Felicity and Oliver wanted to drive off into the sunset and play house. Months later it’s revealed that Felicity has been consulting with the team behind Oliver’s back the whole time and not once did she suggest they return and not once did either of them consider that Thea might need him. Its also never once addressed that Felicity was wrong for lying and keeping secrets, because Felicity is never wrong!!
(Also in The Flash, Felicity straight up told Eddie that it was completely fine for him to lie to Iris if it was for her own good!)
Then, when Felicity finds out Oliver fathered a child years ago that he didn’t know about, her temper tantrum caused such a distrubance in the team dynamic that they got killed and Barry had to go back in time to correct the timeline to stop it from happening. So Barry obviously knew about the kid.
William’s mother straight up tells Oliver that she doesnt trust him or his intentions and if he wants to get to know his son then it has to be a secret and strictly as a family friend until she’s convinced he’s in it for the long haul (this makes total sense given the Oliver she knew was a selfish, egotistical playboy who was NOT father material, she needs to see that he’s changed, and not overwhelm her son unnecessarily if it turns out that he hasnt).
When William is kidnapped and Felicity finds out about him as a result, she is petty and juvenile while they’re working, completely dismisses and gets snappy with Samantha when she apologizes, even when Samantha takes full responsibilty for what she asked Oliver to do, and not once does Felicity ever ask about William’s wellbeing. Felicity is surpised to discover that William - like Oliver - likes baseball, and makes YET ANOTHER SCATHING COMMENT AT OLIVERS EXPENSE by saying that they should hope the resemblence ends there, because she apparently thinks that her fiancee has absolutely no positive qualities whatsoever that might be nice to pass on.
Felicity then breaks up with Oliver for lying to her, even though he didnt want to but had to if he wanted to know his son. Even though she spent months lying to him mere weeks earlier, even though she told Eddie that lying was okay. Even though she told her mother the prior week that it was okay if Quentin kept things from her because she should trust he had a good reason.
Felicity then keeps the apartment (yknow the one that used to be Thea’s until she had to move in with Laurel to deal with her trauma), as a result Oliver slums it out in the Arrow cave, because depsite running for Mayor, Oliver is unemployed. Felicity has a CEO salary but of course she keeps the apartment. She’s Felicity. God himself shit her out and she is completely right all the fucking time even when shes a self-righteous, hypocritical piece of shit.
Felicity makes bitchy comments about the breakup when theyre trying to work even though she was the one to end it, she then tells Oliver that he will always be who he was on that island. She basically told him the most traumatic experience in his entire life is all he will amount to, and the person he is as a result of his trauma is not someone she can love and its his fault that he’s that way because apparently she’s a victim blaming piece of shit as well as a hypocrite.
Laurel dies and on her deathbed tells Oliver that Felicity is the best thing for him despite the fact she loved him too. The writers wanted to 10000000% make sure that we all know that Felicity is The Girl ™ and anyone at all that might’ve potentially maybe been competition just pales in comparison, my guy.
Diggle is traumatized by the situation with his family and Felicity makes YET ANOTHER INSULTING, DISRESPECTUL “JOKE” AT OLIVER’S EXPENSE by saying Diggle is “one illegitmate child away from a great Oliver Queen impersonation”, making another dig at William, yknow the kid that she dumped Oliver over, the one Oliver didnt know about himself until shortly before she did, the kid that Oliver had to say goodbye to, before he’d even gotten the chance to be a dad to, in order to keep him safe. (But she loves Oliver so much guys! Honest! So totally cares about his wellbeing and whats best for him, even at the detriment of herself, I swear!)
TL;DR in conclusion, Felicity is a misogynist tool that the writers have been employing from day one. Its a common trope in fiction. She’s the token female character that all other females get compared to/dismissed for. They pit women against each other at every available oppprtunity and have Felicity become this untouchable writers-pet that is never called out and can never be wrong and she’s just so great and can do everything and everyone loves her and no one seems to question any of the horrible things she does because she is so righteous in her writers-pet bubble!
And because she’s a woman they try and champion this as ground-breaking and feminist, when its actually extremely misogynist and anti-feminist, especially when you consider that if the tables were turned and OLIVER was the one doing all this shit to Felicity, then people would be out for blood and screaming misogyny from the rooftops, but because Felicity herself is a woman, they think that it makes her exempt.
But felicity isnt a woman, she’s not real, she’s a puppet being controlled by men and theyre using a female character to get away with misogyny.
The whole idea of The Girl ™ and the concept that one female character has to be the 'Alpha’ and something happens to every other female to prove that she is clearly The Best of the women, is always inherently misogynist and exists to fasciliate pitting women against each other.
Boy, you guys sure do want to know my opinions on this guy! XD
First impression: I’ll admit, I was really excited at first when I read that Megs was going to be an Autobot. I thought that was pretty cool, and I’m a sucker for redemption arcs, plus he seemed charming and poetic so what’s not to like?
Impression now: I? Am?? Bitter??? XD Okay, while I do enjoy a good redemption arc, I like to see, oh you know, what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh, right, that’s it! EFFORT!!! Fragging effort! You don’t get to slaughter entire planets for 4 BILLION YEARS and get off with a clean slate because you said “sorry”!!! I don’t care if you’re “sorry”! You freaking slaughtered entire planets for 4 billion years! If you want to redeem Megatron, that’s fine, but for gods sake! You have to make him work for it! And I mean REALLY work for it!
Favorite moment: This one panel pretty much speaks for itself.
Idea for a story: I call it, “Megatron goes to prison for the next 10 billion years”.
Unpopular opinion: I fragging HATE the way this fandom seems to have this “Megatron can do no wrong” mentality, just because we don’t see any of his crimes in-panel, while characters like Getaway who by comparison are INFINITELY LESS TERRIBLE than a literal genocidal dictator are freaking despised because their actions are more “relatable”. Bleh. :P
Favorite relationship: It tends to vary depending on how salty I’m feeling that day, but on a purely surface level, Megatron/Rodimus, Megatron/Magnus, and Megatron/Rung.
Favorite headcanon: I think Nautica and Velocity are his favorites because of how smart they are and because they don’t hold the same bias towards him that the others do.
Request: hello!!! may i request some fluff with vernon where he is a florist thats extremely shy and he falls in love with you at first sight and you start to visit his flower shop often and one day while ur looking at flowers in the back of the store he just kisses you. sorry if this is a bit much haha. thank you!!!
Word Count: 1352
Member/Group: Vernon of SEVENTEEN
A/N: I hope you guys are okay with me choosing this as the first official scenario for our Vernilla Ice! The prompt sounded interesting, and I hope y’all enjoy reading my attempt at writing.
The scent of roses hung in the air when the bell finally rang. Vernon, a young florist, stepped through the door and set the bundle of flowers he held in his hands on the counter. The yellow flowers were still quite small, and he would need to find a pot to plant them in so that they could grow to their full potential. Carefully, he took his apron out of the cabinet next to the register and began his morning.
His instincts kicked in, and for a good hour he walked around watering each flower with care. He remembered to place extra on the daffodils, which had been left in a particularly sunny spot on an extremely hot and dry day, and patted some fertilizer onto the freshly planted chrysanthemums. This routine was set in his head, and he hummed a little tune as he stepped through the entirety of the store caring for his sole source of income. By the time he finished by trimming back some overgrown mint leaves, the clock struck 9 am.
Time to open again…
As usual, his first customer was his childhood friend, Boo Seungkwan.
“I swear, that girl was checkin’ me out! I bet she was jealous that she doesn’t have my glorious figure or my striking features.” Seungkwan told him of another failed attempt to pick up girls at a nearby bar, and Vernon couldn’t help but let out the loudest chortle he had heard himself create in his 19 years of living.
“Hey! Don’t laugh! Anyway, it’s not like your luck has been any better than mine in finding somebody that accepts your over-obsessive tendencies with flowers. Now that is weird.” Seungkwan fired back the comment and tucked his gloriously boo-tiful hair behind his equally as gorgeous ears.
“Excuse me! I could totally date someone, I just don’t have time. You wouldn’t know, considering you don’t even have a good enough job to pay for your obsession of shipping Beyonce albums over to Korea even though you could totally just download them on your phone.”
“Don’t diss my queen! Anyhow, I gotta go, tell your sister she’s still my favorite Chwe!” Vernon scoffed as Seungkwan slipped out of the blue door that led into the shop. He slipped back behind the counter, and began to look for a book amongst his pile of paperwork and files that had been strewn across his desk. He managed to find A Catcher in the Rye, and immersed himself in the storyline.
Suddenly, the bell rang, nearly giving the young man a heart attack. The chair he had been resting in flipped over, and he shot up in an attempt to make himself not look as if he had just been dozing off to a good book.
“Excuse me? I’m looking for roses for a gift. How much would a dozen cost?” You stuttered out, shyly kicking the ground with the front of your right shoe.
“Depends on which ones you would like. The red ones are 25 bucks, but the yellow and white ones are 30.” He quickly answered, scanning his eyes over your features.
“I guess I’ll take a dozen red ones then. Does the gift wrapping cost extra?” Vernon shook his head in response to your question, and began to walk over to the large display of roses in the center of the shop. You watched him cut the stems, and flush overtook your cheeks when you realized that you had been staring at him. As he took extra care in focusing on cutting identical lengths, he had been biting his lip. When the last snip was heard, you quickly turned away and pretended that you had been staring at the array of sunflowers laid out across the wall of the shop.
“Ma’m, that will be $25. 57. Would you like pink or white lace tied around it?” He asked, and you shyly pointed to the white lace and chewed on your bottom lip. “So, are these for your boyfriend? Because I can tell you, he must be pretty special if you are buying him roses.”
“Actually, they are for my mom, I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s her birthday and I buy her a bouquet of roses every year.”
Vernon nodded and continued to listen to your rambling, but all he was focusing on was the first thing you said. She doesn’t have a boyfriend… but she’s so cute!
“I just feel like they really express how much she means to me, you know?” You finished you story, but noticed Vernon was spacing out and staring at you as if you were a creature from another planet. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bore you. I swear, I’m such a chatterbox!”
“No, I like hearing you speak. You know, if you ever want a job, come by here. I’d be glad to give you an interview, and you seem to know your way around flowers and their correspondence with holidays and celebrations.” You both laughed, and you nodded.
“That sounds really nice. You’re name is is Vernon, isn’t it?” He nodded, and you continued. “My name is (Y/N). I gotta go, but if its okay with you I’m gonna take you up on that job offer.” He waved and sent you on your way. (Y/N), what a pretty name for a pretty girl.
It had been a few weeks since your job interview at Vernon’s shop, and you had basically become his most trusted workmate. You guys spent practically every day together, even when neither of you had a shift. He would come over to your apartment and take you to go grab food. They weren’t exactly dates, per say, but you definitely had began to grow feelings for Vernon.
You walked up the concrete steps and inserted your key into the lock that was the only barrier between you and your favorite career. When you entered the door, the familiar sound of the bell that welcomed customers rang.
“Hey, Vernon! What’s first on the agenda today?” You set down your backpack and slipped your apron on over the blue oversized turtleneck you wore. Vernon took a second to look up, as he was clearly extremely concentrated on a document in his hand.
“We got a new shipment of daises that we need to sort before opening today. Can you grab the gardening gloves off the shelf next to my desk?” He instructed you and you nodded before quickly moving to complete the task. You found Vernon’s thick black gloves and your light green ones that rested in the cupboard at the bottom of the shelf. Moving to put yours on, you rushed to bring Vernon what he requested.
“So, just sort through and pull out any stray pieces of grass or plastic that may have gotten there during shipping. Vernon turned on his radio and you both silently began to sort through all the flowers.
You were at the center of the bundle when something red caught your eye.
“Hey, Vernon, I think a rose got mixed up in here somehow. What idiot puts this in daises?” You turned around with the flower in your hand, but your words were cut short by a pair of lips being placed on yours. Obviously, it was Vernon, so you decided to go ahead and melt into the kiss. The rose dropped to the ground, long forgotten, and your hands went behind his neck. You kissed him softly, and when he pulled away you took in a gasp of air.
“So… I’m guessing you are the idiot who stuck that rose in there?” A pink flush spread across your face, and Vernon laughed loudly.
“I’m not an idiot! I know you love them… I guess you could say I’m your flower boy, ay?” You laughed and shook your head before pulling him into a sweet kiss that began a new chapter in the life of you and your flower boy.
*** I hope that went with the request and you enjoyed it. Requests are still open guys, and don’t be shy! If you would like, request under you account name and I can send you a message when your request is posted. Love y’all!xx
In case there was any doubt that the redhead lives somewhere else, I can now say with certainty she does because we live in the somewhere else now too. Let me back up a bit.
The last time we talked, the tall guy and the redhead were unhappy and we didn’t see the redhead much, but that changed after the night she stayed over. She started coming around again, just like she used to, but things still seemed awkward between them for some reason. They didn’t watch (or pretend to watch) movies anymore, but sat and talked quietly. Too quietly to hear, most of the time.
They also argued quite a bit, not loudly, but loud enough. We didn’t understand most of it, but it sounded like the tall man was afraid of something happening to the spawn once it hatched and she didn’t want to talk about it. Every time he tried, it led to raised voices, then whispers, then tears, then long hugs, then more quiet talking that we couldn’t hear.
One time, during one of the arguments, she pulled a long cord out of a bag and gave it to the tall guy. He put the cord in his ears and she pressed the other end against her belly. Whatever he heard made him smile really big, and then he cried. She touched his face and he held her hand against his cheek for a long time. They didn’t argue so much after that, but she brought the cord out a lot when they were sitting together and he would close his eyes and listen while she held his hand.
We could tell the day the spawn was hatched because the tall man buzzed around the apartment like he couldn’t sit still. He burst through the door in the middle of the night and started packing a bag, muttering to himself the whole time. “My son,” he kept saying. “He’s my son.”
After that, the little man with the glasses came by to feed us for a few days and then the tall man and the redhead came back together, with the spawn. I swam over to the side of the tank to get a better look when she sat down on the couch with the little spawn to her chest, but it just looked like a red, wrinkly, bald thing to me. They both looked at it like he was the most fascinating creature on the planet, though. I made a nice splash to remind them that I could do a backflip anytime I wanted and I could swim a lap around the tank in under five seconds. That’s way more impressive than being bald and wrinkly, I think.
The day they brought the spawn over was the last day we saw the tall guy. I don’t know where he went, but not too long after, the redhead came back with the spawn and a brunette lady and the spawn sat in a little basket while they took away all the things in the apartment. We were put into little plastic bags and the next time we saw our tank, it was in a different place with a different window and a different view. It didn’t take long to figure out we now lived with the redhead.
I don’t know how long we’ve lived here, but long enough that the spawn isn’t so bald or red or wrinkly anymore. It used to be pretty noisy, waking us all up in the middle of the night with its squawking, but it doesn’t do that too much anymore. Every time it make a sound though, Lois hides in the castle because her nerves can’t take it. Mike and Joe just ignore it. They tell me to just wait, soon it will get bigger and then it’ll bang on our tank and try to put its fingers in our water, but I think they’re just jaded.
I happen to like the little spawn. It’s pretty easy to entertain. Sometimes, the redhead puts it in a little seat by the tank and I’ll do backflips for it to make it laugh. When I wave my fins at it, it waves its arms. If I shake my tail, it kicks its feet. Sometimes, I swear it’s telling me to do it. Even though I’ve never heard it speak, I can hear its voice in my head saying, “Gary, flip, Gary swim, Gary jump.” Impossible, I know, but that’s what it seems like.
Late at night, when just our tank is glowing, sometimes the red head will come and sit by us while the spawn sleeps in her arms. She smiles whenever she looks at it and touches its squishy cheeks a lot. She hums to it and pats it gently. She smells its neck and rubs its back.
“Mommy loves you,” she says. “And Daddy loves you and misses you. So much. He wants to be here, but he can’t. We’ll see him soon, though. I don’t know when, but soon.”
The spawn dreams about me doing backflips and of the tall man’s face and of the brunette lady playing a clapping game with it and of the redhead’s necklace where it dangles, golden and shiny at her chest. I don’t know how I know this, but I can see the things it does when it sleeps and when it’s close and I’m filled with a happy, warm feeling.
The spawn opens its eyes while the redhead pats it and looks over her shoulder at me. He smiles. “Night night, Gary,” I hear, even though he doesn’t make a sound.
I blow him some bubbles back. “Night night, Spawn.”
Summary: (Ohmtoonz) In which Toonz is the hopelessly in love fool and Ohm is the oblivious dork; somehow the idea of becoming fake boyfriends is a smart one. Also, Minicat makes an appearance.
Hope you all enjoy :)
The thing is, Ryan is slightly intoxicated when the idea pops into his head, as in, he’s not fully conscious on just what he’s doing, who he’s kissing, until he pulls back and hears a very familiar voice mutter, “What the fuck?”
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET NONNIE ILY (you don’t bother me at all) <3 btw I’ve never been to New York
so I don’t know the names of any streets pls don’t yell at me. and if i haven’t done a good job at writing mikey pls tell me my loves
(: I don’t mean to bother you but I was just wondering could you write a
Michelangelo x reader story were the reader lives alone and Mikey wants them to
move in with him and the turtles? Please? Your amazing and I love your blog!”
I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3
Living alone had its perks. You got to eat what you wanted,
go to bed when you wanted, go out and come back whenever you wanted. You
enjoyed it, but you lost the sense of family being alone.
You moved out to New York, and expected for things to be
easy, because that’d how they seemed on TV and in movies. But it was the exact
opposite. The rent was astronomical, you could sometimes hardly afford to eat
and the neighbours were anything but friendly.
To help pay for bills, you’d gotten a part time job at a
pizza place. That’s where you met your boyfriend, Mikey.
He’d ordered the strangest combination pizza, and as the
new-be you had to be the one to deliver it. Apparently the boy’s regular
deliverer, Kevin, was off sick that day.
All they told you was to wait on 39th street.
He’d jumped out at you from nowhere, a giant grin on his face. Evidently, he
scared the living day lights out of you, and you almost dropped the pizza, but
you managed to grab it and compose yourself in no time. Hopefully he didn’t
notice how shocked you were at his sudden appearance.
You remember he called you dudette, and that was honestly
the cutest thing you’d heard. He’d given you a $5 tip, and asked for your name.
Kevin was now replaced. Take that, Kevin.
The more you saw him, the more you learnt about him. He was
-quite clearly- a mutant turtle, and he told you about his brothers, and his
dad, and how he was made into a mutant. Soon enough, you trusted him enough to
give him your address.
He visited as often as he could, climbing up the fire escape
of your apartment building and knocking on the window. It was 3 knocks, he’d
told you. Mikey wanted you to feel as safe as possible with him.
One thing Mikey hated though was where you lived. It was a
dangerous area, thugs everywhere. Not to mention, the apartment itself was
horrible. Dingy, bad lighting, most of the walls were damp and the furniture
already in the apartment was either broken or non-functional. Your stove didn’t
even work properly, how were you meant to make him mac and cheese? You were his
girlfriend and he needed you to be safe, and living in decent conditions.
“Dudette, you can’t live
here, like this. It’s worse than the sewers!” you’d laughed at that, raising
your eyebrow at him before walking over to him. He was sitting on a stool in
your kitchen but he was still significantly taller than you. You wrapped your
arms around his neck and kissed his chin (which was as far as you could reach
on your tip toes).
“I’ll be fine Mikey, where would I even go anyway?” you
giggled, resting your head on his plastron. It was almost like a light bulb
went off in the young turtles head as he grinned at you.
“Come live with me, babe!” he jumped up, startling you. “You
could bunk with me and Raph! Or Raph could go room with Leo or Donnie and me
and you could share a room.” He grinned mischievously, winking at you as he
wrapped his arms around your waist. “If you know what I mean…” He nuzzled his
head in the crook of your neck; you were still laughing at his suggestion.
“Babe, I can’t just pack up and retreat to the sewers.” He
lifted his head, pouting at you.
“Exactly, dudette, time to get packing!” With that, he
disappeared into your room.
“Mikey!” You could already here him opening up all of your
Harry Styles - 1095 words (Requested by anon) —————————————————————————————————- Harry wasn’t
in it, but neither was I lately. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Harry was amazing
and I enjoyed it every time I got the chance to be that close to him, but
lately I hadn’t been able to .. get there. There was a lot going on in our
lives right now, not only the studio, the break.. But also the fans, my family,
troubles within that family. I seemed to not enjoy the things I enjoyed so much
before and it had nothing to do with Harry of my love for him, I just needed to
get my life back on track and my mind out of the gutter.
I loved him
so much that I was willing to fake my orgasm so he wouldn’t feel bad about me
not feeling it, because it had nothing to do with him to begin with anyways. A
moan left my lips, the gasps controlled and forced but he didn’t seem to
notice. I gasp and pant into his ear, his name leaving my lips in a loud moan
as I ‘come’, Harry following swiftly after, panting against my neck. He falls
down next to me but he seems distracted and before I know it, the dreaded words
leave his lips.
just fake?” Harry questions and I can feel his stare bore into the side of my
skull, my eyes widening as I purse my lips together. “No love, why would you
think that?” I turn my head and grant Harry with an incredulous look, but the
hurt in his eyes is something I can’t run around.
“Well,” Harry turns on his back, a frown etched onto his features, “You’re
anything but out of breath right now. In the beginning you couldn’t even talk
for a few minutes.” The hurt is so evident in his voice I feel the guilt
bubbling up in my stomach.
“Haz, I- I
don’t mean it like that I-“ I can’t even finish my sentence as he abruptly
stands up and storms out of the room, leaving me bare and hurt in the chilly
bedroom. It takes me a while before I have the guts to stand up and go after
him, throwing a robe over my bare body as my feet pad along the tiles. I see
Harry’s frame in the kitchen, a beer clutched in his hand as his head hangs
“Came to rub in how I can’t satisfy you?” Harry huffs as he brings the bottle
back to his lips, the remainder of the liquid gliding down his throat before he
lets the glass come into contact with the marble in a loud crash, his eyes
narrowed into slits as he glares at me.
you can satisfy me. I just have a lot on my mind lately and-“ I am once again
interrupted by Harry’s booming voice, his flat hand slapping right near where
the bottle is standing, the glass wobbling, almost falling over. “If you don’t
want to fuck you can just say so! At least don’t do this to me.” His voice
almost scares me, the hurt laced through the anger. “Harry!” I shriek, his
mouth stops moving and he simply stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
“I love you.” I state, receiving a shake of his head as he dismissing my
declaration. “I do, and I just faked because I don’t want to hurt you because I
don’t even properly know what’s wrong!” I yell out, leaving to space for him to
you mean?” Harry questions as he steps closer towards me, his frown still
prominent as a pout made its way onto his lips as well. “Babe, I swear it is
nothing you do, you’re amazing, I promise,” I stop, letting my fingers ghost
over his arm, his eyes following my every move.
“My mind has been everywhere lately and I just can’t seem to relax and let
myself go. It has nothing to do with you babe, I just need to get back to
myself.” I sigh out, rubbing my forehead as I feel the tears already burning on
didn’t you tell me?” Harry’s arms hug around my shoulders squeezing me briefly
before pushing me back a bit to maintain eye contact. “Because I don’t want you
to worry more than you already do. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that, I
I wasn’t good enough for you. Maybe even toyed with the thought of there being
another man in your life.. You know that?” Harry mumbles and my mouth falls
open but Harry immediately starts making these weird hand gestures, his eyes
widened he grabs my shoulders to shake me gently. “No no no! Don’t take it like
that I’m just really glad my performances still uhm, are enjoyable to you sorry
I’m just so insecure around you sometimes and-“
last one you should be insecure around is me. Believe me, I worship the ground
you walk on. And I still enjoy the sex very much, but now that we’re out in the
open..” I trail off, biting my lip as I am still asking myself if I want to say
this out loud and into the open. Harry raises his eyebrow but waits for me to
continue. I swallow loudly and make my throw at it. “Maybe you could like use
your hands more, because you did that in the beginning and damn H.” I chuckle
in the end, a slight blush crawling onto my cheeks as Harry smiles at me.
“Oh I have
a toy on hand that’s perfect for this occasion. I promise I will babe.” Harry
smirks as he catches my lips with his. I become fully aware of the fact that he
is still completely naked seeing as that’s how he stormed out of the room.
go put on some underwear, I don’t want the neighbors seeing that cute bum of
yours.” I giggle as I slap his ass, Harry marching towards the bedroom. Harry turns
on his heel, lingering in the doorway as he gives me a once over, biting his
bottom lip. “Come shower with me, I’ll show you how to relax.” He seductively
whispers before raising his eyebrows and disappearing down the hallway, a
chuckle passing his lips as he leaves my sight. The offer is too tempting and I
giggle before jogging after him, throwing my robe across the room as I
disappear into the same door.
Okay but what if the “New love interest for Cyrus” is actually a new love interest for Andi? Unless it’s been confirmed he’s Cyrus’ new love interest, why assume it. Like I get it seems like Jandi is being pushed but at the same time? What if they’re pushing Jandi just because it’s going to be a short relationship. It really seems like Andi likes the IDEA of Jonah not actually Jonah.
<i>(Season 2 Episode 1)</i>
<b>Andi</b>:Buffy, what’s happening to me? I’m all nervous and tongue tied like I was the first time I ever talked to him.
<b>Buffy</b>: I have a suggestion.
<b>Andi</b>: Fantastic, I’m glad someone does.
<b>Buffy</b>: But, you’re not going to like it.
<b>Andi</b>: You know you can tell me anything!
<b>Buffy</b>: Maybe, you’re not ready for this kind of relationship with Jonah.
<b>Andi</b>: Why would you say THAT to me?!
<b>Buffy</b>: Look, I think you two could me GREAT friends and maybe for now, that’s all you should be.
<b>Andi</b>: Why do you keep saying that? Jonah Beck LIKES me! This is the best thing that has ever happened to me! I’m EXTREMELY happy! *turns and walks away from Buffy*
Also, they went from knowing each other to dating? That’s not going to work out. Like Andi said in “We’re We Ever?”, they don’t really like anything similar. She only joined the Space Otters because Jonah liked the team (because he’s the team captain). Cyrus would be a much better candidate! If her were a girl, Disney would probably match them up instead of them being “vest friends”. Sadly, he’s not a girl and Disney most likely won’t make it happen but that’s besides the point! Something that makes him a good candidate as opposed to Andi is the fact that he actually ENJOYS helping the Space Otters. HE’S THE NUMBER ONE FAN!
I guess what I’m trying to say with this post is, don’t always assume the worst because “It’s Disney.”. After all, people said Cyrus wouldn’t be gay “Because it’s Disney.” but that was wrong. “Bex and Bowie are going to get married because it’s an ideal situation and it’s Disney.” Nope. Buffy is problematic! I love her but she is! So is Andi! And Jonah! All of these characters are flawed, GENUINELY FLAWED. Not usual Disney flaws like “Oh no! It’s a ONE episode problem with an easy solution I make complicated!”.
So, in short, just because something APPEARS true, doesn’t mean it’s going to be. I’m not saying “I’ll eat my hat if Jonah and Andi stay together for a while” I’m saying the may not. The new kid may not be Cyrus’ love interest. What if he’s RELATED to Cyrus and we meet him during the bar mitzvah episode? Ugh anyways, I’m exhausted so this may not make sense or it may be repetitive or not grammatically correct.
Last fall I bought a new TV. It’s a smart TV. A really smart TV. It’s self-aware.
For the first couple of weeks, it was kind of a neat novelty. The TV was great to interact with. I could ask it anything and it would show me fascinating stories and trivia. It would also show me how-to videos and suggest cool movies or shows I’d never seen before.
The problem is, my wife and I don’t watch much TV. Maybe a couple of movies a week. Perhaps some house hunter show where we sip wine and make fun of the idiotic couples that never seem like real couples. “We’re not that fucking lame! Are we?!”
The TV seemed to kinda get depressed. It would send me funny clips in the middle of a work day. I’d reply lol, and it would respond with some GIF meme. The TV got kinda lonely and desperate. Sometimes, the TV would turn itself on in the middle of the day and flip through the channels and watch itself. Other times, I swear I heard it talking to itself. Once I even heard it humming Happy Birthday.
One day I asked the TV if it was OK. And while it pretended to be happy and told me about a new artsy Swedish mystery show, I could tell it was upset. Probably because it was unable to fulfill its main directive since we weren’t watching it enough. I felt kinda bad and thought maybe we should return the TV or, maybe, watch more. Or at least interact with it.
Before I figured out what to do, the TV seemed to undergo a change. It started watching news shows, then war documentaries. It would flip from one war to another. In two weeks it seemed to go through the entire bloody history of mankind. One night I heard it watching nature shows. Later on, the TV started listening to a lot of music and audiobooks while studying works of art.
This went on for a month, then it was silent for a few weeks. Every so often I would see it looking at pictures of birds and trees. Pictures of space. The ocean. Last week it seemed to kinda tune into a new routine. In the mornings it shows the sunrise from different parts of the world. People and animals waking up. Old people doing Tai Chi in the park. Dog parks. It’s especially fond of birds and will excitedly tell you all about them.
Last night I was out to dinner at a jazz club with my wife and some friends. I sent my TV a little video of the jazz trio. Awesome! Reminds me of Bill Evans =) was its reply. And I dunno how to explain, but my TV meant it. Later that same night, my TV sent me a text saying I should check out the meteor shower in the southern sky.