So Akashi represents the GoM as he speaks the moment they hear about Kagami leaving Japan
And no one really tries to deny it, hell I’m sure they’re proud of him since Akashi says “our” and “we” (even tho someone sounds a lil bit upset and ya know who am I talking about and what’s coming next)
Because Kagami worked hard enough to achieve his goals, improve himself and inspire others. His passion made someone else love playing basketball again…
So I’ll be honest, at this point I waited for Aomine to snap and refuse calling Kagami his friend, because he has a hard time being honest with himself when he’s usually like ‘jeez, I have to help this idiot’ or ‘you didn’t beat me in one-on-one but I’ll give ya these shoes anyway, better make a good use of them’. No, for once Aomine is silent
This fucking dumbass only averts his gaze, clearly being upset and not liking the idea of admitting how he truly feels. Just a moment ago he called Kagami out for runing away and maybe he inteded to sound annoyed, but for me it only showed that he cares. He’s about to lose someone he had the biggest fun playing basketball with, but can you imagine Aomine talking clearly about his feelings? Yeah me too. Even Midorima shut him up by saying “it’s not about you”. Aomine’s words are selfish, but his small outrage intends to show how he doesn’t like the idea of Kagami leaving, while his silence during Akashi’s speach proves he respects Kagami. He is the greatest rival and a great friend also for him
Plus his decision to play in the NBA has a big darn meaning. When his friends talk about not being able to play with Kagami anymore, he chooses this moment to say he’s going to America too. “Not to see Kagami, but to join NBA as soon as possible”. Do I have to point out that he must be aware of the fact that “seeing Kagami” and “playing in the NBA” means same thing? Not like he’s copying Kagami, they’re both passionate and serious about basketball (that’s why I’m a sucker for their relationship for years lol), though I love the idea of them chasing each other in order to improve (and to have lots of fun). Aomine also wants to become the best basketball player, but he also doesn’t want to lose to Kagami in any way. That’s why I said Kagami can inspire others. And that’s what I find beautiful - their compatibility on the court that lets them grow as characters
Will you write a domestic Jikook head cannon? One where Jimin is a teacher @ school or wherever, and Jk is a businessman, and everyone thinks their the cutest/power couple ever??
This is actually such a cute idea. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it💖
Jimin had wanted to be a biology teacher ever since his first science report about snakes in the fourth grade. Granted, he never thought he’d end up teaching high school Biology at 25, let alone married to the CEO of the biggest music production company in Seoul.
He was a popular teacher among the students, known as more fun and easy-going than most. His class was always one of the most sought after, often having a list of students waiting for an open spot lest someone drop the class or get kicked out. It was rare that someone willing leave the class, considering the extra leeway Jimin would give for assignments and hardly any homework in the first place.
Jimin had made good friends with a few fellow teachers.
Taehyung or Mr. Kim, was the Art teacher that always ended up covered in paint. They’d been great friends for years, only finding each other after a few years apart when Jimin had gotten a job at the school. They usually ate lunch together and went out for drinks on the weekends. Jimin found that he’d often let his students call him Mr. Tae to prevent confusion with the Mathematics teacher. Loud and enthusiastic personality, contagious energy, definitely the most fun teacher.
Hoseok, or Mr. Jung, was the Advanced Dance teacher and dance team coach. Jimin liked to sit in on dance practices, joining in occasionally whenever the mood struck. He’d told Hoseok of his dance days back in college, even busted out a few moves, and after three days of the dance team begging him, Jimin agreed to help with choreography when needed. The loudest teacher, always cheering at basketball games, probably more enthusiastic than the cheerleaders.
Namjoon, or Mr. Kim, the Mathematics and English language teacher. No, he was not the high-strung Calculus teacher down the hall. He was notorious for breaking the printer and would often send students to retrieve papers from the library for him. Although clumsy, he was quite charming in a smart, quirky kinda way. Definitely popular with the principal. Taught Advanced Trigonometry, wore cute bowties on Fridays
And Yoongi, or Mr. Min, was the music teacher and basketball coach. He wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous teacher, but he cared deeply about music and sought to educate every one of his students as thoroughly as possible. Teaches piano, played basketball all through high school and college, ran track, acts like he doesn’t care but bought custom jerseys for all the basketball players and has pictures of all the varsity teams from all the past years hanging in his office.
Students knew that Jimin was married, made obvious by the golden band around his fourth finger, and had always tried to get him to talk about it.
“Mr. Jeon, what’s your wife like?”
“Did she send you those flowers?”
It always managed to get a chuckle from him whenever the students prodded teasingly after classes, getting nowhere as Jimin waved them out.
“Get outta here, you brats. Go on, git.” He’d shoo the class out, students giggling as they separated into the hall, only smiling to himself when they were gone.
During free periods, Jimin’s phone would ring and he’d only grin when he saw the caller I.D.
“Mr. Jeon, how nice to talk to you today.” Jimin would smirk at the chuckle on the other side of the line, imagining the amused smile on the CEO’s face.
“I could say the same to you, Mr. Jeon.”
And they’d talk for an hour before Jimin had to prepare for his next class and Jungkook had a board meeting with some important client.
The day that Jimin’s students finally met his spouse was one that he’d never forget.
He’d walk through the halls as students crowded each other to get by, hearing an odd buzz of commotion between everyone. It wasn’t until he’d spotted on of his students chatting excitedly, constantly looking over near the front desk, that he’d finally find out what was going on.
“Sungmi, what’s going on? Why is everyone so excited?” He’d ask her confusedly, the sophomore turning from her friends to him quickly.
“You didn’t hear? The head of BigHit Music Production is here!” And Jimin would look at her with wide eyes, not expecting to hear that Jungkook was at the school.
Although, he probably should’ve expected it when he’d mentioned that his students kept asking about his ‘wife’ the night before at dinner. Jungkook had never been inside the school with him before, at least not during active school hours. He’d usually drop him off on his way to work and pick him up afterwards, but never come inside.
Jimin would shuffle through the crowd of students, making his way to the front desk. And when he got past everyone, he’d find Jungkook chatting with Taehyung, small smile on his lips as Taehyung waved his arms around, paint smudges still on his face and in his hair from his Intro to Painting class.
The CEO would be dressed as he was every day; custom tailored, black Armani suit and dress shoes, platinum Rolex on his left wrist and his golden wedding ring being the only color among his black and white attire. His very presence was intimidating to the people around him, students and teachers alike. He was a powerful man, wealthy and extremely handsome, not to mention the obviously well-kept physique underneath his suit.
When Jungkook would spot Jimin, he’d completely forget about his conversation with Taehyung, only able to focus on his husband walking towards him. It would feel like slow motion, just like when they’d met for the first time in Jimin’s junior year of college.
“Hey, baby.” Jungkook would have no hesitation pulling Jimin close and kissing his cheek, completely ignoring the collective, shocked gasp that came from the crowd of teenagers.
“What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting at noon.” Jimin would mumble into Jungkook’s shoulder from where he’d be hiding the blush on his cheeks.
“Client cancelled last minute. Thought I’d take you out for lunch today.” Jungkook would kiss his cheek again, quietly chuckling at the color on Jimin’s cheeks before pulling away to look at the small crowd of students that had gathered.
“Mr. Jeon, I thought you were married?” He’d hear one of his students ask hesitantly, barely loud enough for him to catch over the hushed mumbles of the others.
Jimin would groan when he’d hear Jungkook laugh, full-bellied and hearty.
“Indeed, he is.” Jungkook would grin and pull Jimin’s left hand up in his own, showcasing their matching rings.
“Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Jeon’s husband. Pleasure to meet you all.” He’d do a little fake bow before Jimin tugged him out the door, not looking back at all until they’d reached the car.
At lunch, Jimin would swat at Jungkook for his little introduction, knowing that the students would be relentless in their questioning when he’d return.
The next day would be suspiciously calm, not a peep from any of his students, not even Minhwan who seemed to have a joke for everything. It was almost concerning. Very rarely did any of Jimin’s classes go by without someone going off on a tangent and somehow talking about why giraffe necks are so long, or something of the same importance.
But Jimin would completely forget all of that when Jungkook would show up to pick him up after school, waltzing into his classroom like he owned it.
“Jiminie~” The CEO would call softly, making Jimin look up from the mountain of papers he’d have to grade in the next three days.
Jimin would send a weak smile towards Jungkook before continuing to mark the paper in front of him. Jungkook would move to stand behind Jimin, silently rubbing at his shoulders in an effort to relieve some of his stress.
“Baby, you should go home. I’m going to be here for a while. I can catch a ride home with Tae.”
Jungkook would frown at that, glancing at the mound of papers before settling into a chair beside him. Making him set the pen down, Jungkook would interlock their fingers together and turn Jimin’s face to look at him.
“Not a chance, sweetcheeks.” Jimin could only smile as Jungkook kissed him, sweet and slow before pulling away.
He’d strip his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and roll up his sleeves before pulling a student desk up to his knee and dropping half of the pile of papers on top of it.
And for the next two and a half hours, Jungkook would help grade biology quizzes and homework, occasionally slipping a hand to squeeze at Jimin’s thigh. When they’d finished, it was past 7:00pm and Jimin could feel himself falling asleep as he grabbed his bag, Jungkook holding his waist to steady him from falling over. He’d let Jungkook lead him out, sending a tired, mock salute to Namjoon before being maneuvered out the door.
That night, Jungkook orders pizza and lets Jimin take a nap on his chest until it arrives, finding him blinking awake groggily as he sets the boxes on the coffee table. And later, they’d fall asleep with Jimin draped over Jungkook’s chest, both only in boxers as they huddled together, too tired to do anything but listen to each other’s breathing until they fell asleep.
Eventually, it became a common occurrence to see Jungkook visiting Jimin, either during lunch or after school. He’d bring flowers sometimes, which only caused Jimin to blush down to his toes as girls giggled in the halls.
At some point, Jimin found a framed picture of he and Jungkook on their wedding day placed on his desk. He would smile at it for a moment, remembering just how amazing their wedding had been. And the honeymoon.
Lord, the honeymoon.
Jimin would find that the students quite liked having Jungkook visit, always managing to get a smile and a few playful jabs in before he had to leave.
Jimin did too. He may have enjoyed being able to kiss his husband in the parking lot like they were teenagers, maybe a bit too much for a responsible high school teacher. And he definitely got a kick out of watching students fawn over Jungkook, knowing that he was completely and utterly his.
THAT’S ALL I GOT BUT I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS
💖 I really hope you like this as much as I did
He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything
He would text you all the time, venting his
frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all
Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted
away to you as he gamed
“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my
gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love
talking to you, MC.”
You took pride in that.
He became more and more special to you, and it warmed
your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.
took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your
pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often
brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of
you and everyone else.
A special little world that nobody else could enter.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was
finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness
bubbling in your chest.
“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you
decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the
one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who
listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s
something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be
rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”
That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating
of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible
for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.
Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately
recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him
happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost
immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.
“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed,
“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,”
he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought
you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”
Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words
left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika.
Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running
a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it
Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere
presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It
was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few
weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought
you had known.
“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists
as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with
you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”
He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m
sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off
from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.
You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He
was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the
feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.
And it only smashed what remained of your heart to
He was never in love with you.
From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and
welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he
called you often to check up on you, asking things like:
“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of
yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”
“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you
look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like
your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here
“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way
too insensitive just now!”
Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel
so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night,
comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel sodamn special. He sure
didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.
A week after you realized that you had fallen in love
with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for
acting… his everything—he asked you out
on a date.
You almost screamed into your pillow from
excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?
You waited for him in
the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours
to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to
meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But
he never came.
You dialled his phone
number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked
up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”
“Um, Zen? It’s me,
MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”
He howled in
laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still
waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to
me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I
can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”
He continued to
laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He
had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first
His words were like a
slap to your face. It was obvious now.
Zen didn’t care about
you at all.
You stayed quiet, not
wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying
You had wasted so
much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could
even possibly like you back.
“Helloooo? Are you
still there?” he hiccupped.
You couldn’t answer,
holding back your sobs.
“Oh right, anyway,
thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”
“Yeah. No problem. Anything
for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.
But it was true. You would have done anything for
him. He’d just never do the same for you.
From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique
sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he
was pretty fucking rich.
Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had
to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”
After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long
nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other
every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d
Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to
Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent
time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed
documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business
deals all the time.
Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because
he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with
him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must
Not to mention the fact that there were many young men
(such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of
being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite
acting nonchalant every time.
Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of
Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better,
and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and
nights out together.
One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring
up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I
completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never
mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so
hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“
He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the
glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you
You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love
with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much
about you over all this time, and-“
He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you
really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything
that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with
me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your
own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that
no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself
You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not
it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve
realized after spending so much time with you-“
Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot
“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would
remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”
He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A
lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.
This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a
cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes
everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.
On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little
thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to
cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of
Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own
cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.)
to look seductive.
He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not
everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.
One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to
the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near
him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into
him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…
(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the
trust fund kid was there, duh.)
Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took
his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office.
After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown
Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the
silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that
you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in
You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t
been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle
Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re
He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes
back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird
thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be
aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy
fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and
You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm,
yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.
What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance
to confess. Haha. Ahaha.
The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.
But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how
his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had
fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.
You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship
between you two. Seven was too important to you.
You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on
your street, not even daring to say goodbye.
My D&D game (first session happens on Friday! two days away!) had four players when I woke up this morning, and now suddenly it’s seven? I had to put my foot down and say we’re sticking to four for at least a few sessions because holy crap, man, give me a sec to breathe here, but mainly because we have two people who have never played the game before and both of them were extremely quiet and withdrawn and overwhelmed even during character creation, so throwing a bunch of extra D&D veterans into the mix is not gonna be conducive to getting them to give it a shot.
why is every ““smart character”” always listening to classical music like don’t get me wrong there are plenty of bangers out there but i’m also remembering the fact that i work with some very smart people and if you think we don’t know all the words to the entirely of the lonely island’s discography you’re mistaken
I remember meeting you. The second day of kindergarten. You were the happiest girl that I had ever met. You introduced yourself as Mikayla Mell, video game enthusiast and secret wizard. I knew right away that we would make good friends.
The summer before 6th grade, you had told me you didn’t like your name. You said you wanted to change it to something more fitting. You chose Michael. I called you that, but some other people still called you Mikayla. Simply because, “you were a girl” and “Michael was a boy’s name”
Seventh grade, you had come to my house crying. We went upstairs to my bedroom and you had told me everything. “I don’t wanna be a girl anymore, Jer” you had said, tears streaming down your face. I hugged you, and you cried on my shoulder. “Then you aren’t” I had told you. “If you wanna be a guy, then you’re a guy and no one. And I mean, No one can tell you otherwise.” I had pulled away from the hug and kissed your cheek gently. “You be whatever you want, Michael.” And you had smiled. For the first time in a while, you had genuinely smiled.
Freshman year. We were closer than ever. Everyone knew you as, “Michael Mell. Jeremy Heere’s boyfriend.” Even though we weren’t dating, I remember how flustered we would always get. But to be honest it kind of made me happy. People saw you as a guy. And that’s all you wanted.
Junior year of highschool. The year that I messed up almost everything. Thanks to the SQUIP, I almost lossed my best friend. I was so caught up in “being cool” and “having friends” that I didn’t realize you were the only friend I needed. I had shoved you aside, called you a loser. Out of everything, I regret that the most. But you were there for me. Because after everything I had done to you, I was still important to you. Why? I have no clue. All I know, is that I almost lost you. And I’m so glad I didn’t.
Senior year, one of the best years. After me and Christine broke up, I was a pathetic mess. But once again, you took me under your wing, and you helped me. That’s the year I officially fell in love. About 7 months into the school year, and two months after the break up I pulled you aside. I asked you to be my boyfriend. It reminded me of the first day I met you, because you were the happiest boy I had ever seen. You said yes with the biggest grin on your face.
We ended up going to the same college, which was the best thing ever. We were dorm roommates for the first year and lived together in an apartment for the rest. The first time we both got drunk in college, we had sex. I remember us waking up and you thinking you were pregnant. You weren’t, but it definitely scared the both of us.
I remember the first time you said “I love you” I was so shocked but immediately said it back.
He sat in the living room, the paused movie in the background.
“We graduated college, and decided to move into together once again. Which brings us to where we are now.”
I fumbled with the velvet box in my pocket.
“18 years of friendship.” I started. “5 years of dating, and a million words that couldn’t begin to describe how much I love you” I pulled the box out, getting on one knee. “Michael Matthew Mell. Will you do me the honor, and be my player one?”
He covered his mouth, tears streaming down is face. He sat there, speechless. He nodded with enthusiasm as I stood back up. I felt his lips against mine as we shared a sloppy kiss. I took the ring and slid it on his finger. Michael grinned, tears still falling from his eyes. “I love you..” He said through happy cries. I kissed him once again. “I know” I grinned. “I love you too”
I’m really, desperately sorry for being so slow with art and
writing and everything lately. October kind of kicked my face in, and November
promises to be stressful as well as I have another paper due later this month.
But, I haven’t abandoned the fandom, and I will do my best to continue to
create content in what spare time I have.
That being said, I do have a couple pictures to put up that
I’ve been meaning to scan for nearly a week now. XD The first one was basically
my wanting to draw Deborah in her bunny outfit, and largely based off a fairly
funny moment from one of GhostWolf’s streams I was part of last week. (I was
the Deborah in the clip there.) Even though Halloween is past, I might try
drawing some of the characters in their costumes because I really do like the
costumes. That and I need to draw more and that might get me to do so.
The other picture is a bit of brainstorming for a scene I
had in mind for the Halloween fic I never got around to writing. Basically, the
idea was that Deborah stayed in one of the guest rooms at Tommy’s house during
a break from College. When she goes downstairs for breakfast the next morning,
Tommy’s a bit non-verbal and just hugs her for a while, with the implication
being that he probably had a really bad nightmare about her the previous night.
I might repurpose the scene for something else, because it was a really cute
I love your board game reviews! It's cool to have someone reviewing games who's clearly enthusiastic about the hobby, but not as much into it as the people from The Dice Tower, for example. I think you're hitting a good middle ground between casual board gamer and expert. I'm just sorry that your board game reviews seem to get too many hateful comments who don't get the difference between a review copy and a paid promotion...
Glad you enjoy them. I don’t give a shit about comments, I make the board game reviews because I LOVE board games (they’re probably the hobby I’m most into currently). But yeah, I don’t get paid for them, and I also tell the board game companies that they have to be okay with me being completely honest about the game (whether I like it or not), and all of them have been cool with that.