prove that you miss me

Dear Rude Drag Race Stans

I wish that the voting methods for All Stars 2 and Season 9 were reversed. I really do.

Because I do not trust some of y’all so-called “fans” of the show.

Some of you Val stans are just truly sickening. Not in a good way, either. Wishing death to those who think that Peppermint should be Miss Congeniality? That’s low. 

And it should be called out.

The asks that were sent to some Drag Race fan blogs were just disgusting and sad (i.e., calling people transphobic slurs, telling people to “drink bleach,” etc). And this is simply over them thinking that Valentina should not be Miss Congeniality, which is an opinion that they are entitled to.

We, as a fan community, need to be respectful of each other. Not hateful. Isn’t RuPaul’s Drag Race supposed to be about love and community and respect?

Well, some of y’all are showing your true colours. And in the words of Latrice Royale:

So, please stop. 

Reevaluate yourself. 

P.S. To the person who keeps telling folks to “drink bleach” and kill themselves (and calling people transphobic slurs), you know who you are. Valentina doesn’t even pay your bills, so stop being nasty and extra. You are not cute.

Protecting Us

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia au, angst, slight smut at the end

Warnings: Strong powerthankyou language

Word Count: 1.8k

“Stay here” Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the car door when he turned to you. “I know you can take care of yourself but if something happens to you I won’t be able to get through it, ok? So please don’t do anything stupid” He sounded loving. He cared about you, and you knew that.

Anyone would say he was cold and hateful, a killer. But what they didn’t know is that he wasn’t like that on the inside. Obviously, you will let them believe that, as being cold hearted was his job, but still. He was the most loving person you have ever met. He was there when you were down, even if your problems were stupid, he never judge you. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Yoongi, I work from this too” You said, trying to calm him down. You have killed just as much people as he had, that’s how you met each other.

Many people would think you were the bad ones, when there is actually not a good or bad side. The government was fucked up and Yoongi and you worked for the people trying to stop this shit. You were the “good” ones, at least until you talked with one of the guys on the other side, and then the story iwas completely different.

“I know, I know, babe.” He shuffled his hair as his eyes went to the floor and up to you again. “Just promise me you won’t risk your life, ok?” Yoongi seemed really serious right now, and, if you had to be honest, that scared you.

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I Wonder

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

 Pairing: Stiles x Reader


 A/N: Hello, this is sad. I can’t do happy. Sorry not sorry.

It’s not edited and English isn’t my first language.

Thanks for proofreading Piggie 🐷💖💕 @golddaggers


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I was on a camping trip this past weekend with some mates;
I got away from the crowd then got chatting to one of my buddies, that I used to play with back before he got a Bf.

One thing lead to another & he mentioned that he knew I had this Tumblr page, apparently he recognised some of the uploaded photos.

Was hot to know that he gets off scrolling through my page. But even hotter was that mid conversation, his bf messaged him causing him to get so hard he had to tuck it up under the waistline of his pants, lifting his shirt to prove it. Shot me a cheeky grin & said “I know you miss it”
-> Hell yeah I do!
But I also know his bf is a very lucky man

Title: Miss Me

Warnings: *SMUT* Beware, children.

Request: Hi do you think you could do a Morgan Rielly smut? Btw I love your imagines!!!!💙

Note: I’m slowly but surely getting through the current list of requests. Let me know what you think of this one!

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

 “At the beginning of the season, did you expect the team to make it this far?” the reporter asked. You saw Morgan’s eyes narrow slightly before answering the question. You rolled your eyes from the back of the room. These journalists were only trying to do their jobs, but fuck, couldn’t someone come up with an original question anymore?

“Um, yeah, ya know. We go into every season with the goal of making it to the finals, to win the Cup. It just didn’t come together for us this year. From where we were in the standings last year, I think we had a hell of a run.” Morgan said from the table, his expression blank. “Winning the Cup; that’s always the goal. We’re ready for next year.” Cameras continued to flash; more reporters waiting to be acknowledged. 

“This year you were tied with your rookie season for a career low in points, do you think that had a major impact on the season?”

Dropping your head back in disbelief, you accidentally bumped it on the wall behind you. Wincing as you rubbed the back of your head, you watched as Morgan tensed up, preparing another generic answer. “Yeah, I mean, that wasn’t the goal for this season. Every time you’re contributing less to your team than you have in the past, it’s not a good feeling, you know? Only thing we can do now is focus on next season.”

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Alex Ward and Monster Mint, Battle One

The mint took over Alex’s garden overnight with a disturbing aggression. Sunday evening she had received the box from Aunt Rose, a small note stuck to the cardboard with only the words put outside written on it. For an empty cardboard box it had looked unsuspicious, so she had followed the instructions. Monday morning arrived with the surprise of a new herb next to the basil. Alex inspected it thoroughly, and, when no signs of evilness were found (they were yet to appear unnoticed after the afternoon tea), she left it there. Aunt Rose knew what she was doing. Most of the time. Alex possessed a similar demeanor when it came to her own magic, so she didn’t judge. Aunt Rose was nice company and gave good advice.

Tuesday morning was less fun, and more stress. Her garden was no longer basil, lavender, cilantro, and hollowing honeyplum. Those were gone, devoured by the vicious mint that had covered all fifteen square meters of it. Alex did not know what her reaction should be when she saw the mint leaves swallow the last hollowing honeyplum blossom. They stuck to the petals, and the flower was dragged to the bottom of the green sea. When it was done, the monster mint had the audacity to burp, the gurgling sound as disturbing as the fact that the plant had a consciousness of its own.

Aunt Rose had left on a business trip to the Underworld, so she didn’t pick up her phone. Alex was alone in her freshly smelling time of crisis. This was the only bright side to it, unlike that one time two years ago when a whole family of gnomes with poor personal hygiene had sneaked into her basement and spent there a whole week, during summer. That smell had not been as pleasant.

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anonymous asked:

give me your head canon about Scott finding out that Stiles and Lydia are dating after the Wild Hunt incident

i kind of got carried away lol.  

  • i think lydia and stiles wouldn’t be super touchy in front of their friends when they start dating, i think they would be a little bit shy. with time i can see them being so comfortable with sharing quick kisses in front of the pack.(when they’re alone they would be kinky and everything hehe).

  • i think scott would be so chill about it and not react fully at first but with time when he start to see them acting super couply he starts to react in front of them.
  • like in the beginning i don’t think he would be like “ stiiiiiiles you got the girl” or something like that. after maybe week or two of them dating he will start being an asshole and start teasing them.
  • i think scott would smile so hard when he see them kiss in front of him for the first time. i wrote this head canon couple days ago ( i add more to it ) :

guys imagine scott seeing stydia kiss for the first time, imagine mcmartinski chillin eating their lunch at school, when the bell rings stiles gathers his books quickly telling his friends that he has an important exam, imagine him just causally cupping lydia cheeks and kissing her before he leaves.imagine scott staring at lydia who is shyly smiling at her food, and when she looks up and meets his eyes she sees him looking at her with a huge smile on his face , he opens his mouth to say something but she tells him while smiling to shut up. and he does but the smile on his face stays the whole day. imagine after school stiles drive scott and lydia to his house . imagine them sitting in the jeep in comfortable silent in the middle of traffic,scott in the back seat and lydia next to stiles in the passenger seat .imagine scott interrupting the comfortable silence and starts to sing under his breath “stiles and lydia sitting in a tree K-i-s-s-i-n-g!.”  imagine them trying to glare at him but they fail because he is their little puppy and they love it when he has this adorable smile on his face. he continue singing but louder this time “First comes love.Then comes marriage.”  imagine lydia rolling her eyes then grabbing stiles face and kissing him and scott is like “you think that would annoy me”  but they ignore him and he is like “okay stop, i get it” and then they pull back not trying to hide the smile on their faces.

i also wrote this accidentally lol

  • okay, imagine after the sheriff and lydia save stiles from the ghost rider, the sheriff leaves to go to the station and stiles and lydia drive to scott house so they can meet up with the whole pack. as soon as scott hears the front door opening he jumps from his seat and runs to stiles and lydia,he wraps his arms around them hugging them tightly  “thank god you both are safe” they chuckle but they don’t break the hug. the three of them stay embracing each other, after 2 minutes stiles jokes  “scott you proved your point, you missed me a lot and you can’t live with out me”.

scott tells stiles and lydia everything that happened with them and how they defeated the gr and he notices that stiles and lydia are holding hands, it isn’t like it’s the first time he sees them holding hands, they always hold hands. but he sees that they’re extra touchy with each other, it’s like they want to make sure that the other is still with them and that they’re together and it’s not a dream.

he sees stiles hands casually resting on lydia waist.

when they sit on the couch he sees lydia sleeping,her head resting on stiles shoulder. and he sees stiles kissing the top of her head.

after a while , he sees stiles gently waking lydia and telling her that they need to go home. he hears lydia asking stiles if she could stay with him and he sees stiles shy smile. and he hears him telling her that he wasn’t planning on leaving her side.

before they leave scott grabs lydia and give her a bone crushing hug and tells her that she brought stiles back,and that he is sorry for not believing in her from the start and she holds him as tight as he is holding her.

and when they leave he lets out a long sigh of relief. all of his friends are safe. he didn’t lose anyone. he got his brother back.he got his mom back. he helped to save bhs for the 34345 times.

 @loverxo1234 wrote this and fucked me up “I think Scott is that person who feels safe when his friends are safe Like his heart rate sinks back to a moderate pace when he sees Lydia falling asleep on his shoulder”

Imagine being the love of Sherlock's life.... And not knowing that he faked his own death....

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Originally posted by yesiamarebelliousflower

“Put [Y/N] on the phone John.” Sherlock’s shaken voice flowed into John’s disbelieving ear, as he handed the phone to you slowly…. 

“Sherly please get off that ledge.” You whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you watched his slender figure. 

“You and I both know I can’t do that love, I need you to promise me something though.”

“Sherlock this isn’t how it was suppose to end…. this isn’t our….”

“Promise me you will not dwell on me, I know I promised you many things, and I am….”

“Sherlock shut up.” You cut him off, you could see him wipe his hand across his cheek as you looked at his figure, “You are the only man I want to have those things with. I get it….. you can’t get off the ledge, and this is the ultimate end, but please, don’t make me watch.”

“Turn around,” He whispered as your body turned away, “Now listen to me very carefully, {Your Full Name}. I love you, and you are the only one who will have my heart. Since the moment you walked into my flat as a client I knew you were special in some way, it just took a while to realize why, and maybe if I knew sooner I could have forfilled more for you. Please know that even though I lied about so much, I never lied about my love for you.”

“Sherlock.” You whispered, covering your mouth to control the sob which wanted so badly to escape.

“Goodbye Miss [L/N].” He whispered again…. and then you heard John Scream, “SHERLOCK!”

You turned just in time to see his body fall behind the truck, your eyes widened, and your frame frozen as John ran into action… the only thing running through your mind was that Scott Sherlock William Holmes was dead.

NOW Imagine your Reaction when you learn he is alive!

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You were sitting in your favorite spot, a book opened on your lap as the crisp autumn air blew against your face. 

“You know, I think you would have liked this book very much, however the plot is far to simple, for even a sea monkey would realize that the father was the murder all along, since his wife was clearly having an affair with the accountant. However you would have enjoyed a laugh at it.”

No one replied

“I always loved how you would let me entertain you with my literature. You would stop playing your violin, or working on a case just to lay across my lap and let me read the ridiculous passages to you, questioning the authors motive constantly and muttering as I read. I miss it greatly.”

No response

“Oh did I tell you,” The book now shut on your lap, “I went on a date the other night with John and Mary. It was with one of the blokes who works at their office, and I must say for a medical professional he lacked a brain, and personality. Maybe I am being to hard on the men I date, but after dating a man like you….” You giggled slightly, “Well lets just say, dating has been bloody awful, since no one in this world compares to you.”

“Well clearly, since no one in this world, except for maybe Mycroft lacks my level of intellect. However Mycroft seems to think that he is too good for a mate.” Your heart stopped at the voice, which seemed to be coming from behind you, and the grave you so often talked too.

“However anyone in this world would be lucky to call you their companion, I know I considered myself the luckest man in all of England when we were together.”

You still hadn’t turned around, terrified your mind was playing a trick on you, 

“I must say these past two years I have missed you more then words can describe. I missed waking up in the morning to the slight added weight to my shoulder from your head resting upon me like a pillow, your finger lightly dancing over my skin as you moved in your slumber, the slight dampness from your drool. I missed how when you woke up the first thing you did was open your beautiful, [y/e/c] eyes and look up at me, smile and then nestle into me more.” 

You could hear him stepping closer,

“I missed you making me coffee in the morning, and how you would rant some days about the mass amount of body parts stored next to the breakfast food. I miss how you would curl up in my chair and read those books to me, or how you used to turn your music on and dance as you dusted. I missed you making my tea and how you always made sure I had my favorite biscuit with it.” 

You could see his feet now in front of you….

“I miss the nights when you would lay beside me, your hair thrown up a top your head, dressed in your shorts and cami as you read. I missed talking to you about how we would grow old, surrounded by our gifted children and even more gifted grandchildren. How John would be our neighbor, and how you would joke of his children marrying our own. I missed how even though you would fall asleep before me, as soon as I got in to bed, you would roll over and nestle into me. And how on the nights you convinced me to bed early how it took you an hour to do the same action I missed when you would whisper that you loved me when you thought I was sleeping.”

It was then that he knelted before you, your eye watering as you looked upon a ghost,

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“I missed how you would hide my drugs and cigarettes, and how you would yell at me for being rude, and how you always liked proving you were intelligent to me. I missed your perfume, and your voice, and your purple nail polish, which you claimed matched my shirt. I missed our comments about Anderson, and how you corrected me when I mispronounced Lestrade’s name, or how you would tell me to listen more to John, or chit chat with Ms. Hudson. I missed the way you could calm me down, how you helped me think, how you knew more about the solar system then me, even when you would sneak me a cigarette when John wasn’t looking. I missed how respected I felt around you, how you never showed affection outside of the flat, never pushed me outside of my comfort zone. I missed all of you, when you were happy, when you were angry, when you were crying…. I missed the feeling of your love, your hands, your mouth, your hair. I missed my soulmate, my lover, my partner, you.”

“Then why didn’t you come back then?” your voice was betraying you.

“Because I needed to wait for the truth to be revealed, for Jame’s plan needed to be…”

“I don’t know if I should slap you, or kiss you right now.” You interrupted, “All I needed, all John needed was a clue, a hint, that you were alive.”

“[Y/n] I so badly wanted to tell…” And then he felt the sting of your hand, yet before he could react to the pain in his cheek, he felt the very hand that slapped him entangle into his curls as your lips crashed into his, both of you feeling high at the very action.his own hands going to your face as he kissed you back. Finally, after a need for oxygen you both fell away from one another.

“I missed you too.” You whispered, “And I expect a full explanation when we get back to the flat.” 

“Ahhh I see you still have the flat.”

“Yes, and you can look at it as soon as we are finished.”

“Finished with what?”

“Well we should hurry back then, don’t you say, so I can show you.” You whispered in his ear, before jumping up and leading him to your car so that you could get him home.

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Notes:  The ever lovely wren-of-the-rain  asked “ahhh 43 sounds so cute.” So one must oblige. 😁💚



Alec wouldn’t say he hates clubs…Oh wait no…Yes…yes he would.

Alec hates clubs, he hates them with  every fiber of his being. He hates the air stained with the pungent combination of sweat and perfumes. He hates the ear shattering music roaring from no where, and every where all at once. And he especially hates the thriving bodies that swarm around him, (Just a bunch of horny adults dry humping in public in some pitiful veil of dancing.)

Honestly, the only reason Alec came here to the infamous Pandemonium night club was because his pain in the ass of a brother had dragged him flailing and screeching.

“Alec, you need a fucking break from all those text books,” Jace had declared with a harsh tugging on his arm out of the cramped apartment. “It’s not like you’ll fail law school from one night of fun.”

Alec admits that Jace may have had a point—he’s maybe been focussing a bit to entirely towards his studies in the passing months. So Alec’s  actually anticipating to have a fun night out with all his friends.

That is until—to his  great chagrin—Alec unceremoniously found out that Izzy and Clarry were incognito, making last minute adjustments to their trip around Europe…Which in turn meant that Alec was stuck either staring at a bunch of strangers rubbing against each other, or his brother making out with his boyfriend of a year and a half.

Not a fun position in the least.

Alec clears his throat a tad to loudly for it to be natural. “You know I hear if you don’t come out for air in at least five minute intervals, you can start losing braincells…And I don’t know about you Sheldon,  but I’m personally  under the impression that Jace can’t risk even another loss.”

Jace flips him off, and appears more than mildly  pissed when a chuckling Simon pulls away. “I think I’ll get us some new drinks,” Simon suggests, and  with a final peck onto Jace’s lips, commences his  maneuvering his way around the labyrinth of writhing bodies.

Alec roles his eyes at the way Jace can’t move his gaze from his boyfriend’s ass. “You know, you guys are pretty disgusting.”

“Oh spare me,” Jace scoffs. “You’re just salty that you haven’t went on a proper date sense you dumped that Adam dude last year.”

“I did not “dump” Adam,” Alec dismisses the idea, as if affronted by the insinuation . “Believe it or not Jace, people have the capacity to break up mutually, without any hurt feelings.)

“Oh?” Jace cranes a pale brow. “Is that why the poor bastard never came back for all his crap in our place?”

With a disgruntled pout, Alec merely averts his gaze—Honestly he didn’t have a comeback to that one.

“Admit it bro, you’re stuck in this perpetual circle where you want a boyfriend, but simultaneously suck at being one.”

“That’s not true,” Alec contends with an indignant twisting of the lips.

“Okay then,” Jace concedes with a pixilated glint in his miss-matching eyes. “Prove me wrong. dare you to get a number from a guy here tonight, and bring him to Clarry and Izzy’s going away party. I bet you guys can’t last the weekend.”

Oh hoe, Jace thinks he’s so clever with his dumb condescending smirk, and taunting and prodding. Hah he thinks that he can goad Alec so easily? Well he’s got another thing coming.

“Fine,” Alec bristles after approximately two minutes of holding himself back—his gaze immediately searching for the brunette who’s been tossing him suggestive winks the whole night.

“Oh no, not so fast my bro,” Jace needles with a sing-song tone of voice, and waving of the finger.  “One little caveat.”

“Let me guess,” Alec deadpans. “You get to choose the lucky guy.”

“You know me to well,” Jace leers with a hand running through his golden locks.

“Sometimes I wish I never knew you at all.”

Jace pointedly ignores him.

“I choose him!” He finally exclaims after a good two minutes of eyeing every seemingly available, (And sometimes not,) guy in the entire club.

Alec lazily flickers his glance towards where his brother is pointing, expecting the typical New Yorker guy. (Jelled hair to mimic a “Just got out of bed,” , look and all) But when Alec finally does take in the sight of the glittering bartender, every semblance of confidence that Alec has ever had, effectively  flies out the window.

“I-I can’t talk to him,” Alec tries to ignore the pleading edge to his voice, while he continues to gawk at the man not even ten feet from where he and Jace are lounging.

“Don’t tell me you’re intimidated Alexander,” Jace sneers with far too much amusement for it to be alright.

“NO! OF course not,” Alec scowls in a pathetic attempt to obscure the fact that his annoyingly smug fat face might be right. “It’s just…He’s like busy. you know, working!”

“Fine,” Jace nods in mock agreement. “Then you’ll just need to get us some drinks while your talking to him.”

“Isn’t that what you’re boyfriend’s doing?” Alec contends.

“Yeah, but the thing is even though I love the guy, I also know  Simon. He can’t not trip over his own two feet if we were to put him in some empty room.” Jace doesn’t give Alec another spare moment to argue against the mission, and instead shoves him towards where the bartender is filling up a new round of shots.

Alec curses him with the new latin words he’s learned by Maia while helping her study for her Classics midterm.

As he inches closer to the bar, Alec can more carefully take in the man’s intimidating appearance. From the shiny gloss swept across his lips, to the jewels adorning his fingers and ears, all the way too  how he withholds the ability to wear even a simple, silk button up with a prestige that Alec suspects not even actual royalty could pull off quite so successfully—The mysterious man with a fuchsia street in his hair, looks as if he has just stepped off the most esteemed fashion show in Milan, rather than working at some random nightclub in the middle of Brooklyn.

“Can I help you?”

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Game Night - (Semi)Naegiri One-Shot

“The killer is… you!” Makoto Naegi shouted, pointing his finger accusingly.

“What?!” Aoi Asahina yelped. “No way!”

“Then prove it,” Makoto responded, smirking playfully. “I accuse Miss Scarlett of committing the murder in the Study using the Rope!” He moved Hina’s red game piece and the small plastic rope into the ‘Study’ square with his own green piece on the board.

Naegi, Asahina, Kirigiri and Fukawa were seated around a circular wooden table within Hina’s personal quarters at the new Hope’s Peak Academy. Hina wanted to set up Friday nights as a recurring “game night” for the surviving members of the 78th class when they were on or near the campus.

Byakuya Togami expressed total disinterest in the such “frivolities” from the start, and on this particular Friday, Yasuhiro Hagakure was busy spending time with his mother. That left the current set of four. Aoi Asahina sat on one side of the table, with Kyoko Kirigiri on the opposite end. To Kyoko’s left was Makoto Naegi, and on Hina’s left sat Toko Fukawa.

One of these four was far more skeptical about this week’s choice of game than the rest.

Kyoko Kirigiri looked at Makoto with a side-eyed glance. “Upon what do you base your accusation, precisely?”

“Uhhh,” Makoto groaned uneasily. “Well, I started near the Study.” He pointed at plastic rope on the game board. “And the rope piece stood out as looking kinda cute?”

She gave him a withering gaze and pursed her lips a bit, clearly unimpressed with his logic. “Is there somewhere we can obtain information on the state of the body?” Kyoko asked.

“That’s not part of the game,” Toko told her glumly.

Kyoko looked irritated. With mounting disbelief, she ran down the situation: “So for unknown reasons, we somehow have no way of knowing whether Mr. Boddy was killed via blunt force trauma, strangulation, gunshot wounds-”

“Right,” Makoto told her with a nod.

“And what about these cards?” she demanded, holding up the row of cards that she had fanned out in her gloved hand.

Hina’s face brightened. “It’s time to use those now!” she informed Kyoko excitedly.

Upon hearing that, Kyoko looked mildly intrigued. “Okay… what is the implication of a given card?” she asked.

Hina looked at Makoto for an explanation of the question. She shrugged at her, then told Kyoko, “They’re just random.”

Kyoko rolled her eyes before providing further explanation of her question: “If I have a card for a given room, does that mean I’ve investigated that room for evidence? And if so, how do I investigate additional rooms? Do I just-”

“No no, nothing like that,” Hina told her. “When someone shows that they have the card for a given particular room, object, or person, you can prove that they aren’t the items in the envelope for Mr. Boddy’s murder.”

“And how am I proving this?” she asked. “Did I investigate the item or location for evidence and come up dry?”

“I… well, it’s more like a process of elimination,” Hina offered.

A few seconds passed as Kyoko’s eyelids slowly drooped to a half-open position. “What,” she spat.

“Think about it, Kiri,” Makoto said good-naturedly. “There’s only one card of each type. If you have the card for a specific thing that the accuser calls out, you can therefore prove to the accuser that the items in the envelope can’t be exactly the ones he mentioned because you have one or more of those unique cards. Therefore, they’re not in the envelope!”

Kyoko gritted her teeth, letting a soft groan of anguish slip out as she stared at the cards she clutched. “Is a 'Cluedo’ something other than a clue?!” she asked aloud to no one in particular.

“Ah… no,” Naegi told her, sounding semi-apologetic. “I’m pretty sure it means 'Clue.’”

“In North America,” Toko explained, “The game is actually called 'Clue.’”

“I see,” Kirigiri said flatly. “In that case, they named it poorly. The creators should’ve called it 'Guessdo’ or 'Wild Accusation-do.’”

“Should I have brought some potato chips?” Asahina teased. “Because Kirigiri-san is liking it salty tonight.”

Toko snickered a bit, though she attempted to cover it up with a cough. Makoto did his best to hide his face behind his set of cards as he smiled. The source of his smile was Kyoko’s attitude rather than Hina’s wisecrak, however; his girlfriend’s frustration was awfully endearing.

“Wasn’t this made in America?” Hina asked the group. “So they would’ve called it 'Guess.’”

Toko shook her head. “It’s originally from England. And it was designed by one person.”

A small sigh escaped from Kyoko. “Very well,” she accepted. “The creator named it poorly. … 'Unfounded Suspicion-do.’”

“I think we’re drifting off-topic here,” Makoto said, chuckling. “It’s up to the rest of you all to prove to me that Miss Scarlett didn’t do what I said. But remember: If you have a card to show me, don’t let anybody else see it.”

“Fine,” Kyoko said. She leaned towards her boyfriend and carefully withdrew a card, showing him that it said 'Study.’

“I see,” Makoto told her.

“I have one,” Toko told him. She leaned over the table to hold the card for 'Miss Scarlett’ up to Makoto’s face.

Hina shrugged. “Nothing here,” she told Naegi.

“Huh,” Kyoko said softly. She smirked with confidence. “So two elements of his three-part guess were wrong, and I only know one of the incorrect elements for certain. The other one… I have to discover that for myself.”

“I’m surprised he even got one part,” Toko said bitterly. “It’s the first try. You must be cheating.”

“I’m not!” Makoto fired back quickly. He shrugged. “It’s gotta be the luck, heh.”

Makoto then turned and placed his right hand on Kyoko’s shoulder, asking her, “Are you getting into it, then?”

“Somewhat,” she admitted begrudgingly. “It’s not a genuine 'Mystery Game,’ regardless of what the box claims. However, I… suppose I respect the logical reasoning that one can apply to it.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said brightly. He moved all of his cards to his left hand as he rubbed her shoulder gently with his right hand. “It doesn’t have to be serious detective work — we can just have a good time.”

“Sure,” Kyoko said, smiling at last. “I believe I can appreciate that.” She leaned over and kissed Makoto on his cheek, causing him to blush shyly and drop his right hand to the tabletop. “Thanks for your understanding and support,” she finished sweetly.

“Thanks for the delays,” Toko countered. “Quit holding up the show, Kirigiri. Show Hope Boy a card or move your piece or something.”

“And no collusion allowed!” Hina warned the two of them as she watched Kyoko place her left hand atop Makoto’s right. She pointed a finger accusingly at their hands as she went on, “It’s not fair for you guys to use your couple-y skills to Sherlock-and-Watson this game like you do with real mysteries! This is serious!”

Makoto half-smiled. “It’s more serious than real murders and mysteries?” he ventured with amusement in his voice.

“Well, it’s… n-no!” Hina acquiesced in a strangely adamant tone. “I just mean this game is about everyone being out for themselves!”

Kyoko’s brow was furrowed in concentration with her eyes locked to the game board. “Very well,” she said absently. “But first… can someone explain why we don’t consider any of the items shown on the board?”

“Do what now?” Hina blurted.

Kyoko pointed at the square for the 'Library,’ noting the illustration that wrapped around its edges. “For example: In this room, I see plenty of bookends and even a lamp that could be used to bludgeon a man to death here,” she noted. “Why aren’t these all potential murder weapons?”

“Hoooooo boy,” Makoto responded, chuckling again.

“hey baby i miss you”
a text that only pops up
when you’re too drunk to function
a text that when sober
you won’t remember sending or feeling
five empty words proving that all you want is to smash
you don’t miss me
and i’m not your baby
—  drunk in love

I do NOT see this as a joke Tenten making fun of Neji. She is mad at Lee & Gai who are the ones being comical . Tenten remembers Neji saying: “Why did you leave me alone” this proves she misses Neji and feels alone now that he’s dead. Tenten also calls Gai and Lee idiots that proves that Tenten thinks Neji is cleaver, as she often says.

As for how Tenten pictures Neji (position) she thinks of him wicking that’s cute to her. He is smiling at her mind with a victory sign.

So I see this scene all pro Nejiten