Hi! I don’t follow u so idk if you’ve been told this but ur translation for Teru’s text is a little off bc u misread a character- Teru says いい子で待っ⭐️テル⭐️んだよ！ (you misread 子 as そ) and the translation for that would basically be: be a good girl and wait (for teru, as the pun would go) This also makes more sense since Teru is not the one waiting but instead making her wait ( ´ ▽ ` )
Now I am DYING and scream what a player omg
Originally I had said,
I noticed at the beginning of episode 5 of Mob Psycho 100, Teru was texting a girl he was going to have lunch with. He responds with “いいぞで待っ★テル★んだよ” which roughly means “Sure, I’ll be waiting” BUT makes a pun with his name. “Matteru” is to wait, and as you can see to make sure you really see the TERU part of the word he puts his name in stars.
I tried to think of an English equivalent, and the best I could come up with is “See you in an in★TERU★m (interim).” Oh my God, that is so lame….
-Jumin’s unconditional love and trust for V! Just..this pure relationship they have with one another in general. Dare I say, bff goals.
-Zen’s Mom Side!! Just… he’s such a group mom I love this and I love Zen what a bean, I love how he’s looking out for Yoosung so much
-No, really, I honestly appreciate Yoosung and Zen’s interactions so much??? love how Zen nags at him and Yoosung appreciates but is annoyed by it. New BROTP, anyone??
-Seven hacking into Yoosung’s computer and downloading LOLOL for him because he knows how upset Yoosung is and he wants to cheer him up I cry everytime. He took a break from work to do this just for him what a pure child I love Saeyoung
-Meet Anxious Other Group Mom, Jihyun Kim. This m a n. And the way he was worried about Zen’s motorcycle riding… and him caring about Yoosung and wanting him to feel better. Aaaaaaaah
-Rika’s heart spam. Honestly I don’t like Rika but I’ve never related to a character so much because I’m the kind of person who will literally spam your inbox with 500000 emoji hearts for no specific reason
-All the hardwork Rika, V and Saeran’s voice actors put into this!!! They all worked so so hard and they did an incredible job and I love them so much oh my god
- JAEHEE’S SELFIE
-Vanderwood being a fuckin dork, I love it I love it I love it
-V without his shades on all the time askksxkekdlwlxke
-OK but that Mint Eye robe is beautiful. I appreciate its design so much and it’s honestly just flippin mesmerising
-V’s mother. I cry everytime
-Also! The long asked question has been answered
-Does Jihyun Kim is Naturallly Blue Haired
-Rika is not a one dimensional lame antagonist I like this and appreciate it very much, thank you Cheritz
-Also V finally realising that his infatuation with Rika is a problem I cry everytime thank YOU CHERITZ FOR PORTRAYING HOW UNHEALTHY THIS IS
-ELIZABETH THE THIRD KIM
-FOURTH WALL WHAT FOURTH WALL
-The fact that the V route actually fricking exists and Cheritz took the time to do this for us did I mention I love Cheritz
word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)
author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.
Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.
Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.
But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.
Submitted by@sixtiesholland: Look at this happy baby!! Thank you in advance!!
“No,” Tom rolled his eyes at your complaining, continuing his attempts at getting you out of bed. “Please, leave me alone.” He shook his head, momentarily forgetting you couldn’t see him, considering your head was buried in a pillow.
“You promised you’d come with me today!” You groaned loudly, turning so you laid on your back with your eyes still closed. You stretched your arms out, blindly reaching in front of you to touch Tom. “Are you trying to find me, to push me away?” You laughed lightly, opening one eye and seeing how much farther from you he was than you thought. “Get up!” You shook your head again.
“It’s too early! Who the hell goes to the gym at six in the morning?” He climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap and bouncing slightly.
“Me, someone who likes to go to the gym and find it empty.” You pouted, reaching your arms out to touch his face. Your hands slipped from the sides of his face down to his neck. Your fingers played with the hairs that rested there before they continued down lower, wrapping around his waist. You both smiled at each other and Tom leaned in to give you a small kiss. You took him by surprise, flipping him on his back and climbing on top of him instead.
“Isn’t this better?” You whispered leaning in and letting your fingers dance their way across his chest and slip underneath his tank top. He hummed in appreciation, causing you to smirk at the fact that he was most likely about to give in. “Wouldn’t you rather just stay in,” you leaned down, kissing the right side of his neck, “stay in bed,” a kiss to the other side, “do other physical things?” You leaned in to kiss him on the lips this time, your nails scratching on the warm skin of his stomach.
“Hm,” you heard him moan into the kiss, his hands coming up to grab your waist. “Maybe later.” He whispered, gently tossing you toward your side of the bed. “Get dressed, don’t forget a sweater!” You groaned and threw a small tantrum in bed as Tom laughed at you, leaving the room to let you get ready.
“This is literally the worst day of my life,” you huffed, your hand coming up to wipe the sweat away from your forehead. Tom laughed at you, knowing you were just overexaggerating. You had just done about seven minutes on the treadmill, meaning you still have fourteen minutes left.
“You’re such a drama queen,” Tom teased, going back to lifting the weights he had just added to. “Don’t worry, we’ll go out for breakfast wherever you want, alright?”
“I almost got my breakfast this morning in bed,” you mumbled, smiling when Tom’s laugh echoed in the room again.
“S’okay, love,” the weights in his hands didn’t even faze him, his voice unwavering as he answered you, “I’ll make sure you get what you want – desserts on me tonight.” He stopped the weights, getting a sip of water.
“Do you mean that literally?” You laughed loudly as you heard Tom coughing, most likely from choking on his water.
“Darling, please,” he placed himself in front of you, shaking his head, “I need to keep my focus.” You smirked, going back to watching your speed on the treadmill as Tom walked toward his gym bag to pull out his gloves.
“That was horrible,” Tom put his arm around you. “I never want to come back here.”
“Oh, come on! You feel at least a little better, right?” You shrugged, hiking your bag further up your shoulder and leaning into him more. “Dammit,” Tom muttered, peaking out of the door before pushing you both back inside the gym.
“What’s wrong?” He pulled out his hoodie, which made you unzip your bag and pull yours out.
“It’s raining,” once his sweater was on, he lifted the hood and turned to you, helping you zip yours and pulling up your hoodie, too. “Ready to run back home?”
“Run?” You whined, “I just did that for, like, six hours!” You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers.
“We just have to run to the train station, you can do that, right?” You nodded reluctantly, knowing you both didn’t have a choice. “Ready?” You nodded, laughing a little as Tom quickly opened the door and tugged your arm, prompting you to run with him. You struggled to keep up with Tom’s pace, the rain getting in your eyes and your shoes not being meant to run in this type of weather. You sighed in relief, or as an attempt to catch your breath, when you stopped in front of the train station. “You good?” You nodded, not wanting to speak as a way to preserve your breath. “We can walk now.” You nodded, slowing your pace next to Tom, feeling him give your hand a small squeeze.
“Hey,” you said, catching his attention. You smiled at his hair, not even the hoodie could protect him from the rain. Your hand moved to push his curls out of his face, caressing his face gently. “You’re cute.” Tom smiled, his eyebrows pulling in, in confusion at the random thought. “Are you blushing?” You could feel the heat from his cheeks on your palm, causing him to swat your hand away as he shook his head.
“No! I’m not blushing.” You laughed, causing him to roll his eyes as he adjusted his hoodie. “What?”
“Nothing, cutie.” He groaned. “You like it when I call you cute?” He rolled his eyes again, but you caught the hint of a smile on his face. “Can I take a picture of you, pretty boy?”
“Oh, my god!” He complained, his hands coming up to rub against his cheeks. You pulled your phone out, keeping it close to your pocket in case Tom reached to grab it.
“Hey, Tom, you’re really fucking cute.” You took a picture when he turned to look at you, catching the big smile on his face.
“You’re so fucking lame.” He complained, hooking his arm around your shoulder and walking you into the train you both needed to take. You shrugged and leaned in to peck his cheek.
I see your headcanon and raise you: Stiles teachesyoga while Derek’s at the gym and Derek gets so distracted by his downward dog, looking through the glass that separates the yoga class from the cardio room, he falls off the treadmill.
Erica can’t stop laughing for days. She also has it recorded, as she had been videoing Derek watching Stiles at the time to prove to him what a creeper he is:
“Why is it when Stilinski is taking his class, you always want to be on the treadmill? You don’t even like the treadmill, Derek.”
“If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to stop liking you.”
“Oh my god, you are so far gone on him his lame ass comebacks are already starting to rub off on you! How is this my life?” (she probably asks, eating popcorn….which she bought on the way over there, full well knowing she was going to get a show.
Plus, it’s not like she goes to the gym to exercise. She only goes to watch Derek drool over Stiles and flirt with the gorgeous new manager, Boyd).
- his confidant is extremely difficult to work through. what responses he likes change depending on where you are in the story. each rank also needs a particularly large amount of points to advance, forcing the player to hang out with him often.
- his availability is slightly lesser than other confidants.
- you also can’t advance past certain ranks depending on where you are in the story.
- hangouts aren’t useless. aside from getting extra confidant points, of course, they actually give the player insight on akechi’s habits, mannerisms, and subtle hints as to his true likes and dislikes as opposed to what he acts like for his reputation. expectedly, this makes it easier to determine how to advance his confidant.
- you can give male confidants gifts. for akechi specifically, up until rank 5, he’ll reject any gifts you try give him, but interestingly, you’ll still get points for the next rank (you get the most points from kiddie toys and figurines and the least or none from practical things). after rank 5, he’ll start accepting them.
- where you are in his confidant at certain points in the story WILL affect the rest of the story, as well as how he acts in leblanc and his confidant availability.
- 11/20 shit below!!! wooo!!!
- if you’re at rank 3 or lower, 11/20 will play out just like in canon.
- if you’re between ranks 4 and 6, he will be silent and act apathetic and emotionless for all of 11/20. he will also be remarkably stiffer on tv.
- if you’re at ranks 7 or 8, he will comment on how he wishes circumstances were different and show faint regret. he will be downright skittish on tv.
- if you’re at rank 9 (the highest you can get by 11/20), he will show open sorrow and regret and lament about how he wishes joker had never gotten involved with him. he stops appearing on tv altogether.
- if you’re not at rank 9 by 11/20, everything thereafter plays out like in canon.
- if you dedicated the blood, sweat, and tears to worst best boy and got to rank 9 by 11/20!!!
- first, congratulations; you got the true ending assuming you don’t broker a deal with the false god later.
- secondly, shido’s palace doubles as the theft of his distorted desires and a rescue mission for akechi.
- a brief summary of off-screen planning: lure akechi into shido’s palace to confront and negotiate with him.
- again, if you’re not at rank 9 already, the confrontation will play out just like in canon.
- if you’re at my true ending, akechi will be remarkably more quiet and fragile until morgana points out that he liked joker.
- then it’s the same fights and loki stuff except he focuses on joker specifically a lot more.
- his battle quotes are also less broadly about killing the phantom thieves and are more centered on “why did you bother,” “you wasted your time,” “get the hell out of my face,” etcetera. self-deprecatory comments.
- after defeating him, he comments on things that he admires/envies about each of the phantom thieves specifically (morgana’s dedication, ryuji’s ability to grow from his past, ann’s strength of heart, yusuke’s passion, makoto’s leadership, futaba’s ability to accept the past, haru’s kindness).
- he goes on. a tangent. a full-blown antihero monologue about joker. it’s actually why cognitive akechi has the time to show up; he won’t shut up about joker (selflessness, social stats if they’re all maxed lmao, ability to let go of the past, attracting such amazing friends, blah blah blah he’s emotional).
- he has the same showdown with cognitive akechi; however, ann shouts at him that he can’t give up now (you can literally pry “akechi and ann are best friends” from my cold dead hands; more on that separately).
- each of the phantom thieves join in one by one, encouraging him and telling him that he doesn’t have to lie down and die for shido.
- joker is the last one to chime in. you can choose one of two things to say: “thesis and antithesis, right?” and “your justice isn’t ending here, is it?” (i’m so lame help)
- akechi gets a new smiling portrait and he looks 10000x more genuine than he ever has and he’s crying a bit, aw.
- cognitive akechi shoots first but listen. futaba uses protect so he’s fine. so then he shoots his cognitive self and rejoins the phantom thieves before closing the shutter. please listen to me on this; i refuse to kill akechi in my ending or give him an ambiguous off-screen ending.
- a bunch of emotional stuff oh my god
- justice rank 10!
- and then his arcana changes from justice to aeon. look stuff up on the aeon arcana; it’s PERFECT for him in redemption.
- the phantom thieves try to call him crow but he wants to discard of that codename since it reminds him too much of his betrayal; he changes his codename to ace. i made a post about that elsewhere.
- akechi gets to confront his father and change his heart. he almost kills him, but ann (again, you’ll have to kill me before i give up this headcanon) stops him. he gets to monologue before letting shido confess his crimes himself, regardless of the justice of forcibly changing one’s heart.
- timeskip to the eighth palace: akechi is really really pissed at yaldabaoth for setting him up to fail from the start.
- aaaannndd akechi ends up happy and with friends but he still has to face justice for the murders he did commit.
- he believes he deserves the death penalty because the kid can’t think in moderation, but as both a minor and a victim of shido’s manipulation, he is rehabilitated rather than punished. sae sees to it.
- timeskip to when he’s a free man: the ex-phantom thieves are ECSTATIC to see him, sojiro surprisingly doesn’t hate him, likely because of akira and futaba, and akechi breaks down crying because he still doesn’t think he deserves to be so happy, but he’ll take it anyway.
- i want him to be happy atlus please
You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.
for anon who requested stripper!ong
i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane
not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work
You huffed, staring down intently at the book
you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the
“(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend
complained, hitting on the shoulder
You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage
Your best friend, who had recently turned 21,
dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate
her adulthood, much to your chagrin
“whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book
you’d been reading for your English class
You’d only really gone along with the plan to
appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers
There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into
watching guys grind on thin air in thongs
“oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you
again, this time much more violently
“what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from
“look up!” your best friend hissed, still
hitting you violently
your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage
his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set
“oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly
you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhytm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls
however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours
you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book
however, you were forced to look up again when cheers errupted once more
the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look
shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise
“we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up
you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things
the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book
you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light
it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion
“you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely
he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job
his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet
“i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book
“i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink
you just stared back at him, confused
“my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”
“they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy
you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder
you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation
he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music
you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory
he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own
you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do
he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin– the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out–
“is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely
without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo
“it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”
“you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed
“why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer
“that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who truly appreciate poetry.”
as the dancer– seongwoo, as he introduced himself– tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well
“i’m a lit major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”
“parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair
the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions
“ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in
seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you
“i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”
“seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”
seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips
“i’ll think about it,” he replied
“you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.”
seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.
you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was
however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter
“i guess you are pretty convincing.”
“seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket
“you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo
“well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”
seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair
you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes
it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more
“you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”
“i’ll take an iced espresso,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile
you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started
seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem
it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself
you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature
“you’re a really good poet,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night
seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso
he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red
“really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow
from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable
“yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you– you really have a way with words.”
“well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly
when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face
“which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully
“are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you
“yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”
“left, I guess.”
you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right
“you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit
when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously
“(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”
you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”
“still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”
“hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”
seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips
“still. thank you.”
you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink
“(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”
you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”
he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink
“well, will you go on a date with me?”
“yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips
later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out
i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves
and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do
i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you
and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you
moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside
seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind
hc that trans peter has days where he doesnt feel like talking, and when he's fighting crime, Karen will say some shitty one-liners that always make him laugh, and confuse the shit out of the Bad Guys (which gives Peter an advantage).
sometimes peter waits by the criminals he’s webbed up until the police arrive, mostly bc he’s trying to heal his relationship with the police and show them he’s a good guy too (probably way gooder than them actually but peter won’t push his luck)
and some days he’s just in shit moods, he’s tired and grouchy whether it be from school or dysphoria or both, and sometimes he just wants to be quiet rather than risk the weight of sound come crashing down on him. it gets overwhelming, all the new sensations firing around in his brain only amplified by his spidey sense. suddenly he understands why fidget toys are so praised, spinning them around in class and at home is one of the few things these days that can just calm him down almost instantly. it’s almost as if it can get his mind to just lull into a hypnosis full of quiet.
but he forgot his spinner at home today, and even if he didn’t he isn’t sure he would want these bank robbers to see him sitting off to the side playing with some toy while they all wait for the cops. he feels like his head is falling into an ocean of black ink.
“peter, your breathing is becoming erratic, you are beginning to hyperventilate,” karen chimes happily. she’s in his suit so he’s the only one who can hear her, but he forgets that and speaks to her loudly as if she’s sat right next to him
“i think i’m going to have a meltdown or a panic attack or something everything feels so loud and bright and –”
“peter, you will be okay,” karen supplies, the same calm and cheery tone. “the authorities are only 2 minutes and 57 seconds away, until then i ask that you focus on my voice. in addition, i shall supply more oxygen to the inside of your suit.”
peter instantly felt a rush of cool air stream over his face, and his mind became slightly clearer. slightly. “okay, karen, just talk to me.” he didn’t notice the webbed up criminals gawking at him wondering if he was crazy, he tried to gather all his haywire thoughts and focus them all on karen. he’s thankful for her, she tries this sort of thing a lot and while she isn’t the best at it he will always appreciate it. over time karen has become almost like an artificial sister or cousin
peter huffed. “really, karen?”
“knock knock,” karen said more persistently
peter groaned, laughing slightly. he didn’t notice that his chest no longer felt as tight. “oh my god. orange who?”
“the orange is the fruit of the citrus species citrus crossed sinensis in the family rutaceae. it is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related citrus crossed aurantium, referred to as bitter orange.”
peter burst out laughing, not really because it was funny but because karen said it all without even a chuckle
“karen you’re so lame, i know you can tell jokes!”
“it is important to have a balanced supply of humor and information on citrus fruits, peter”
peter rolled onto his side on the dirty pavement, chuckling and feeling immensely exhausted – but he felt okay enough to get home
when the cops arrive the criminals don’t put up a fight or even make a fuss, they just climb into the back of the police car muttering “anything is better than being around that kid and his imaginary friend, thank god you got here”
Isak and Even look like a relatively chill couple when they are around their friends. They don’t go overboard with the whole PDA thing. And to some walking by, they would look just like five friends hanging out if they’d ignore the occasional heart-eyes those two throw at each other or the fond! laughter that is heard when one of them tells such a bad joke that even Magnus is like ??? It’s not even funny??
But Even is still Even and he loves showing his adoration for Isak through flirty comments at the oddest of times. So when all the boys are at the café, Mahdi will try to pick his coffee and flinch, hissing ‘damn that’s hot!’ and Even will just put his arm around Isak’s shoulder and sigh ‘yes, he really is…’ while smirking at him with those you’re the most adorable human being on earth eyes.
And Isak will playfully shove Even’s arm off and mutter ‘that was so lame, Even. Oh my god’ but his blush that will burst on his cheeks and the shy smile that he will throw at his boyfriend will give away how pleased and happy the comment made him.
The first time Jim finds Joanna on the bridge of the Enterprise is when she’s barely 10. It’s her first time on board, and she slipped away from her father’s office to look in the bridge instead. It’s largely empty, since they’re docked in York Town, and everyone is enjoying their time off. Except Bones, who’s always working. Jim is no different, except he gets surprisingly little done in a work day. “Hey, Jo,” he says, and Jo smiles. “Hi, Captain Kirk,” she says, and Jim huffs. “You can just say Jim, that’s enough. What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see the Bridge,” Joanna says, “I’m going to work here some day, so I wanted to see it.” “Really?” Jim asks, “what do you want to be?” “Captain,” Joanna replies, “or a pilot.” “Bones hates both of those,” Jim says, “good choice. You want to sit in the chair?” He barely finishes his sentence, and Joanna is in the chair. She almost presses the buttons there, looking at Jim for permission, and Jim simply shrugs in response. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
Two months later, he still can’t open a Comms channel without duck noises echoing through the corridors. Whatever Joanna did to his chair, she’s a very good prankster.
The second time they’re on the bridge is 2 years later. He’s about to lock down the Bridge for the night, but then he hears those quiet sniffles, and he finds Joanna under Chekov’s desk. “Hey,” Jim says, crouching down in front of her, “what’s the matter, Jo-Jo?” “I’m staying here,” she replies, and Jim frowns. “What do you mean? It’s not a comfortable floor to sleep on, and no one will be here til morning.” “I don’t want to go back to York Town. School sucks, and dad will be gone for years.” “We’ll be back in York Town as often as we can,” Jim says, sitting down next to her, “and I’ll keep an eye on your daddy for you.” Joanna huffs at that, but Jim reaches out a hand to her. “C'mon,” he says, “lets sit in the chair and pretend we’re fighting Klingons.” “You’re so lame, Jim.”
When Joanna is 14, Jim is no longer just Jim. Not to her. He’s the cool uncle, without even really being an uncle. Hes more of a stepdad. Dad’s boyfriend. The one who rides motorcycles and takes Joanna with him despite Bones telling him not to, but uncle Jim has a nicer ring to it (and she flat out refuses to call him dad). They see each other on the bridge, but this time on more formal circumstances. Jim agreed to let school kids roam the ship so they can have a tour, and it just so happens to be Joanna’s class. “Hi, Uncle Jim,” Joanna calls out to him when her group makes it to the bridge. She looks a little smug at the other kids, who are perplexed to find out that Jo’s “Uncle Jim” is actually Jim Kirk. She’s definitely bragging, and Jim let’s her. “Hey, Jo, want to sit in the chair again?”
“Why are we here?” Bones asks Jim, “we’re on the bridge every god damn day, let’s enjoy a bar on the plaza!” “But look at the view,” Jim says, pulling Bones towards the window, and they overlook the plaza together. Kind of. The docking stations don’t have the greatest views at all. “You have a penthouse downtown,” Bones says, “with a pool on the roof garden. That’s a view. This,” he gestures outside, “barely classifies as such.” Jim laughs, arms sliding around Bones’ shoulders. “You’re a beacon of positivity, Bones.” He leans in to kiss him, but Joanna groans at the sight of that. “Gross.” “Jo,” Bones says, turning to look at the girl curled up in a blanket on Jim’s chair, “what are you doing here?” She hesitates, briefly, and then sighs. “Jackson broke up with me,“ she says. Both Jim and Bones are at her side instantly, and Joanna feels much better when the three of them settle on the floor in front of that big window. “You’ll be fine,” Bones says, running a hand through her hair and hugging her tight, “who needs a guy named Jackson anyway? And you’re going to the Academy soon. You won’t even remember him next year.” Jim’s a little less subtle. He’s on the other side of her, also holding her tight, but instead of sugarcoating things, he looks at her, dead serious; “want me to punch him in the face?”
It’s become a habit by now. There’s at least one night he finds Joanna sneaking on to the Bridge, looking out at the terminals into York Town plaza. She’s seventeen now, and looks so much like her father, it’s almost eerie. “Hey,” Jim says, walking over to the window to stand next to her. “I got accepted,” Joanna says, turning to look at Jim with the biggest grin on her face, “I’m gonna go to the Academy next month.” “That’s great!” Jim says, pulling her into a hug, “why are you here, then? You should be celebrating!” “I’m worried dad’s gonna be disappointed, since I’m not in medical.” “Are you crazy? Bones is going to be proud no matter what you choose to do in life,” he says, “come, let’s go celebrate, the three of us.” “Can I sit in the chair for a bit, first?” “Fine,” Jim says, “but for the love of God, don’t change the sounds.”
“Seriously, Jim, I’m going to diagnose you a workaholic or something. And still you get no work done!” Bones tells Jim when they’re on the bridge. York Town is quiet this time at night, only a few people still stroll the plaza from what they can see. “This is just our little spot, you know?” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “No, I don’t know. Are you okay? You seem more jittery than usual.” “Hmm,” Jim replies simply, and then; “ I was just thinking, you know? We’re also not getting any younger-” “Yeah, you’re greying,” Bones interrupts him, and Jim briefly relaxes when he feels Bones’ hands through his hair. But then he narrows his eyes. “What do you mean? No I’m not. It’s summer blond, just lighter than usual.” “What summer? We spend most of our days in deep space!” “Shut up, oh my God. Why do I want to marry you?” He groans, and Bones tenses instantly. “What?” Shit. “What?” Jim repeats, throwing Bones a nervous smile, “is that bad?” “As far as proposals go,” Bones says, “this one is pretty terrible.” “Oh my God,” Joanna calls out from the chair, loud enough to startle both of them, “you guys suck, get on with it. I didn’t spend the last few weeks looking at rings with Jim for such a lame proposal.”
Sulu’s temporary resignation is a pretty big blow. He’s leaving to spend time with Ben and Demora, taking a year to explore different planets and enjoy each other’s company before they’re too old to do so, and before Demora leaves for the Academy. Jim understands, but it still sucks. He’s learned to blindly rely on Sulu’s skills and presence, and Sulu is one of his best friends . He’ll miss him dearly. Jim sits in the captain’s chair quietly, looking up when the doors slide open. “Sup, Uncle Jim,” Joanna’s voice rings, and Jim smiles. “Hey, Jo-Jo. What are you doing here? We’re about to take off,” Jim says, and Joanna huffs. “Dad was right, you are terrible at reading reports.” “Hey,” Jim says, “this is your other dad you’re talking about. A little respect is due after so long.” “I’m the new pilot,” Joanna says, and now that Jim takes the time to look at the girl who walks towards the window. Command gold t-shirt, because she refuses to wear dresses. “You’re going into deep space with us,” Jim says, a small grin on his lips, “oh, your dad’s gonna love this.”
Beca lectures Chloe over how ridiculous she thinks Chicago's name is
Chloe: He has a very chiseled look to him, but also cute, almost like a lost puppy.
Beca: yeah, okay, but you’re not going to actually take him seriously, right?
Chloe: Why not?
Beca: His name is Chicago.
Beca: That’s not a name.
Chloe: It’s his name, so obviously it is.
Beca: It really isn’t.
Chloe: Beca, it’s just his nam-
Beca: oh my god, okay fine, maybe it’s his name but it’s stupid, just drop it, Chloe.
Chloe: You’re the one who brought it up-
Beca: YOU CANT DATE SOMEONE NAMED CHICAGO. “CHLOE AND CHICAGO”, THAT JUST SOUNDS REALLY LAME, OKAY? AND I GET IT, ITS YOUR CHOICE, BUT ITS ONE OF THOSE CHOICES THAT YOU’LL PROBABLY HATE YOURSELF FOR LATER BECAUSE YOU’LL BE THINKING, “GOD WHY DID I CHOOSE SOMEONE NAMED CHICAGO OVER MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME AND HAS A LESS RIDICULOUS NAME.”
Fat Amy: …
Beca: What? Did you hear that? I did. I’m hungry, Amy, wanna grab lunch? Yes? Great let’s go.
*Fat Amy and Beca leave the room in silence*
Aubrey: She’s been pining over you for years, you know.
Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.
oh my god so last night i had a dream where dipper walked into the kitchen of the mystery shack to find a stack of really delicious pancakes and he asked grunkle stan “who made these pancakes?” and stan just stares at the door way and says “the author of the journals…..my brother” and it just cuts to the author like it does in nwhs like the exact same clip except he’s wearing a chef’s hat and eughrugrtgr
Title: Lunch Stop Author: Clara Character: Jake Peralta Warnings: swearing Prompt: I was wondering if you could a Jake one shot (you seem to be one of the few blogs who do stuff for him unfortunately/your stuff for him is also awesome) where Jake is just super affection and just like ‘this is my girlfriend/partner and they’re awesome and i’m so lucky’ and just super adorable? If not that’s okay! Keep up the awesome work :D
note: If yall want a part 2 where reader actually meets the team lemme know :)