yeah it felt like a series finale

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.4

                                                Part F O U R 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: guys, im soooooo sorry that i posted this late! i was sleeping over at a family’s house and i forgot my laptop and couldn’t write part 4! but here it is so i really hope you guys like it! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seveneight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                  I M A G I N E

Helsinki, 20:34 P.M. (same night as their landing night)

“Man, I am pooped!” Michael announced, belly flopping on one of the fluffy beds as everyone piled in one of the hotel rooms. 

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One thing is for sure Tumblr, the Once Upon A Time musical is EVERYTHING.

Snow and Charming At Their Most Disney

Ginnifer Goodwin and Josh Dallas absolutely kill it in their opening song, especially when they’re not quite sure why they’re singing, but they know they sound damn good. “I think it’s huge for us,” Dallas told reporters about having a duet with Goodwin that will now live in the Disney universe forever, following an early screening of the episode. “And what we particularly loved about our number, that it felt, out of all the numbers in the show, that it was the most Disney-esque feeling.”  "In our humble opinion,“ Goodwin added.

A Most Badass Lana Parrilla
Showrunner Eddy Kitsis described the Evil Queen’s song as "Rocky Horror meets David Bowie,” and that’s really all you need to know. It’s incredible.

The Perfect Wedding
Or at least as close to it as a drama series can get. ­­There’s danger lurking in the very near future, but when is there not? Emma and Hook get their moment, and it does not disappoint.“And they’re registered at Pottery Barn,” Kitsis joked. “They need towels.”

Music That Makes Sense, Story-Wise
“We wanted it to move the story forward,” showrunner Adam Horowitz said. “ We wanted to have an episode that was important to the series and was narratively moving forward, and each song was about the narrative. It was about telling the story so it wasn’t just kind of a lark episode or a very special episode. We wanted it to be part of the show.”

A Musical Enchanted Forest
Could you imagine David and Mary Margaret singing? Goodwin couldn’t either. “I felt that being in fairytale land meant that because we could be a bit more stylized, yeah, we could really dig our elbows in… I don’t know how we would have done that in Storybrooke. Mary Margaret would have been like, "Don't—listen, don't…"But then again, there are a couple of Storybrooke surprises in store, and everything ties neatly together.

A Cliffhanger!
OK, it’s hard to love a cliffhanger, but the end of the musical episode is quite the set up for the season (series?) finale, so hold onto your hats for the final battle! Once Upon a Time airs Sundays at 8 p.m. on ABC.

Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”

“No?”

“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”


Secret of These Hands Ch. 3 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello babes! I hope your day is going wonderfully and that you have some good luck on whatever your goals are! I’ve had a long day, but I’m going to continuously update the fics. I love you all, thank you for sticking around. xoxo

Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Chapter 2 

MASTERLIST


He gave you a soft smile and his eyes seemed to glimmer in the the light, despite his black cap. 

“And you are…?” He cocked his eyebrow, biting his bottom lip, trying to force away the smirk that was inevitably stretching across his face. 

“Oh, I’m, uh, F/N.” You chuckled softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He gave you a big smile, sticking out his hand. You took it, his callused hand wrapping around your soft one. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You bit your lip as you smiled, and suddenly remembered that the man at the stand was still holding your plums. He was giving you a blank look, holding out the bags. “Oh! Thank you.” You smiled awkwardly, dropping the money into his palm, turning back to Bucky. “There you go.” He took the bag from you, his gloved hand brushing up against yours. You inhaled sharply at the contact, but tried to brush it off as you let go. 

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do that.” He rubbed the back of his neck again, giving you a charming smile that made your heart melt just a little bit. 

“It’s no biggie. I thought I might as well do something nice for someone to defuse the irritability that goes along with this heat.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at him. “Do you wanna find a table and enjoy these delicious plums with me? That’s if you’re not headed somewhere, let alone actually want to.” You chuckled softly, giving him a cheesy smile. 

“I have no plans, and I like you. So, sure. I’d love to.” He tilted his head to the side and you sighed, feeling the tension release from your body. You nodded and the two of you walked out into the middle of the street, finding a small table. You both sat down, taking a seat from across each other. He initiated the conversation. “So, where are you from?” 

“Oh, I just moved here from Los Angeles. You?” You took a bite of a plum, listening to him intently. 

“I’m from Brooklyn. What brings you to New Orleans?” He was obviously trying to steer the conversation away from himself, and you couldn’t tell why. 

“Oh, um, well, my family couldn’t care less about me, so I dropped everything and hopped on a plane. Evidently, I’m glad I picked the one to come here because I quite like this new life.” You were very nonchalant which took him by surprise. 

“So, you just ran away?” He lifted his eyebrow at you, taking a bite of him plum, and letting you speak. 

“Pretty much.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Well, what brings you here?” 

He took a moment to find the right words. “I guess the same as you; to find a new life. At this point, I’m just running.” He puckered his lips off to the side, bringing his gaze to the floor. Even though you couldn’t detect the reason for his discomfort, you could tell that you were touching a more sensitive topic, so you decided to switch it up. 

“Tell me if you don’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t help but notice that I’m not the only one wearing gloves in the middle of a heat wave.” You twiddled your hands together, boring holes into them with your eyes, but flickered up your gaze towards him, a friendly smile on your face. 

“Oh, yeah. I kind of wear it because, well, my hand isn’t… normal, per say. You could say it’s deformed in a way.” He held his gloved hand in his exposed one, turning it over before tilting his head up to look at you. “And you?” 

“I guess you could say that I can’t exactly touch people.” You looked off the the side, trying to find the most truthful, yet not completely true thing to say.

He squinted his eyes in curiosity. “Like a germaphobe?”

“Something like that.” You let your head fall to the side as you met his steel blue eyes. The two of you sat there in silence, just taking each other in. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a slight smirk, causing some heat to rise to your cheeks. Damn, was he good looking. He had the most sculpted jawline, the nicest eyes, and build, and the slight stubble on his face just made him that much more good looking. Your little staring contest was cut short when your phone began to buzz against the table. Your boss was calling and you were late to the beginning of your shift. “Shit. Oh my god, I’m late. I’m so sorry to have to leave, but I hope I see you around soon.” You quickly scribbled something on his paper bag, before turning to jog off down the street. Before you disappeared around the corner, you flashed him a smile and a wink. 

“Bye, F/N.” He whispered to himself, a goofy grin on his face. “Wow, was she beautiful.” He kept staring at the spot on the end of the street where you were. Bucky snapped out of it when he remembered that you wrote something down on his bag. 

Call me, yeah?

(555) 555-5555

He smiled softly to himself as he held the paper gently in between his fingers. 

“For sure, F/N. For. Sure.”


Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’m so happy I’m finally back to writing. A weekend without it felt like an eternity!! Anyways, I hope you all have a good day, and don’t forget about the writing challenge! I love you all, xoxo

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Farewell Jack

So yeah, Samurai Jack has finally concluded after so many years.I never thought I’d see the day this series would actually reach a conclusion. I figure there was no way it would happen considering how most shows get treated but I was pleasantly surprised that it returned and I’d like to say I am happy with this last season.

It’s pretty marvelous to have a series that would be fantastic from beginning to the end. And that’s what I want to mention: the ending and how I felt like it was a fine conclusion to the series. Most folks probably wanted something insane to happen at the end but I gotta say, I do prefer how it wrapped it up: Jack goes back, finishes off Aku for good and is able to peacefully remain home. It ends bittersweetly though with Ashi disappearing for good due to the lack of Aku (which personally I found the most tragic of all, RIP you glorious bastard).  But I found that it was fitting, since Ashi served as the last connection Jack had to the future.  Hell it’s even more sad now that we don’t know how things we’ll go with the Scotsman, the dogs, archers etc. Does that future even exist anymore? I dunno.

I will say though that I am glad that Jack got to see his journey’s end and return home.  And that I was there to witness it happening.

With Jack’s ventures over, I look forward to another series to have its proper send off later this year. Lookin at you Hey Arnold.

anonymous asked:

i'm glad i'm not the only one that was bothered by that 'not all men' nonsense. like, come on broadchurch. i thought you were so much better than that. then again, this show also pulled the 'if you don't report, you're responsible!' card. sighs. i expected so much more from the finale but it just felt kinda dull.

yeah, i was really disappointed by it tbh… ugh. goes against everything he did/said throughout the series.

the last episode as a whole i thought was disappointing in various ways. i’m inclined to agree with you about it feeling ‘dull.’ the crime/investigation/reveal i thought were well done throughout, it’s really the subplots of the main and supporting characters that suffered near the end. it’s not that it was left ambiguous that i mind. it was just very rushed in the latter half and i think as a result became sort of hollow. it was too fast to properly feel any emotion. and we hardly got a fraction of the resolutions between characters one might have expected, which sort of ignores/cheapens the character development that took place throughout the series.

anonymous asked:

why did armando leave veep? also, have you seen the thick of it? if you're missing Classic Veep it might help a bit!

wasn’t it something about how he and his writing crew just felt they were done with it? like they told the story they wanted to tell and they were proud with what they completed and it was time to move onto new projects. good thing s4 was a great series finale and we didn’t get any new seasons afterwards. and yeah i started ttoi and stopped around midway through s2, though in the loop still remains one of my favorite movies that i watch at least once every two months.

They should have let them keep the damn baby.

Just thought of Enterprise (Star Trek show that didn’t want to put “Star Trek” in the title).  I never thought it was fantastic, but I did enjoy it at first, despite my problems with it (we won’t go into my opinions on the direction it ultimately took).  I think, because it was Trek, I wanted to like more than I actually liked it, and should have quit watching earlier.

Nonetheless, we come to Elizabeth Tucker, lab-created baby of Trip and T’Pol.  I think we all know when that happens on a show, the baby does not have a long life-expectancy.  But seriously, it was the second-to-last episiode (and the last one used a timeskip!).  They could have bucked the trend of every 90s show ever (yeah, I felt the trope was a bit old) and let the baby live. 

The series finale will definitely go down in the book of “worst show finales ever” - I’ve mostly erased it from my mind, but I still remember several things wrong with it. 

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That's why I said "not necessarily from KH" it's just that the line felt like something the MoM would say while still treating the fight as a game. It just felt weird, but I still want some parody to acknowledge the fact that these "ultimate forms" almost never get any kind of explanation. World of Chaos, no explanation. Marluxia's Specter, no explanation. Xemnas Dragon, no explanation. Safer Sephiroth, no explanation. It's like "Why did you wait for me to beat you up before doing that?"

Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. I guess, personally, I consider that pretty shallow parody. Out of all the things in this series that deserve to be skewered, final boss transformations don’t rank super high on my list.

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Steven MomSwapVerse S1E36 “The Warp Caper”

Hey, guys,

So it’s been a long time, and (like Steven Momswapverse itself), I know that there are more than a few of you who have probably been mad due to the hiatus. However, I’ve had some time to reassess where I went wrong with this review blog, and I’d like to address a few things before I get started. 

- First of all, all of my theories about Peridot actually being an android turned out to be WAAAAY wrong… don’t I look like an idiot, smarmily talking about how obvious that was and seeing foreshadowing where none existed! Mea Culpa.

- Secondly, I’ve given up on trying to review every single episode of this show. It’s just not going to happen, because there are so many episodes where there aren’t that much to say. That having been said, I’m going to skip ahead to the episode where Things Got Real… namely, the one where we started to find out a bit more about the backstory behind our characters.

Get ready for S1E36: “The Warp Caper.”

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Eye To Eye

Fic Request: You should totally do a Drabble about the stydia scene we got tonight or in 5x04

Rating: T

Genre: Angst, Romance, Comfort

Author: The General

Authors note: Not overly satisfied with how this came out. The tense is weird because I wanted it to be in the moment but yeah. Enjoy

[Part 2/? of the California King Series]

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Who is your favorite Furuba character?

So I was just browsing the Fruits Basket area of tumblr (yeah, that’s kinda what I do) when I was thinking about all the different characters that are so well characterized. I realized that I never really asked you guys “who was/is your favorite character?” So I’ll ask now.

As for me, I really liked and emphasized with Kyo for a while, if not half of the series, when I first read it. (still do) I think I finally admitted to myself that Akito was my favorite toward the end of the series (for some reason, at the time, I felt ashamed that I emphasized with her) As I grew older, I understood that liking Akito wasn’t a bad thing at all.

Tell me your story. Who is your favorite? Why do you love them above all the others? <3

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The system holds justice at gunpoint.

Shinya Kogami: Hanahmiya
P.: brainstormcosplay

[So Hanahmiya, what’s the deal? Why do you keep shooting psycho pass? Well, it’s my favorite series. Of anything ever. It’s very special to me and up until this shoot (three costume changes), I hadn’t felt like I did Kou or Maki justice with my cosplays. SO yeah. I’m finally genuinely happy with a psycho pass shoot]

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What do you prefer,Korrasami or Makorra? Ps:I love your art ❤️

Ahaha well. to be honest. I wasn’t much of a Makorra fan. When the series first started, I don’t know why but I felt that it was going to fill my zutara heartbreak. But that was silly since they were completely different characters. I still thought it was really cute.

But after that episode where all the love triangles showed up. I didn’t really feel the cuteness anymore. It was too dramatic and felt kind of forced. Which is understandable. The series had to have been wrapped up. The romance just didn’t appeal to me all that well. I see where people can like it, but I was “meh alright. It’s fine.”

Korrasami. I have been in love with the idea since I’ve heard of it. I thought it was cute, and it could work. I’ve seen fanart and comics, it looked adorable. I hear people online saying that the romance towards the end for them was rushed as well and had it’s flaws. I feel that yeah it’s possible the series final episodes had flaws about it, but because of all the korrasami stuff I saw on my blog I felt it didn’t? I don’t know if that makes sense. It’s like maybe it wasn’t the story that made me believe korrasami was meant to be. It was the great fan work that did it? For me anyways.  

Anyways you asked a simple question and I rambled. I like Korrasami more.

No, you don’t understand.

I’ve been fan of Devil May Cry since 2001 (aka 13 years, jesus that’s long)

And I was extremely skeptic with DmC, as I felt the game team took the direction towards some bad Mary Sue-fanfiction with the game’s basic setting, ditching the legacy of the game series.

But as I finally played it for the first time I have to say that yes, it is pretty much DMC Mary Sue-fanfic, it has occasionally annoying “fuck yeah we’re so HCs fuck!”-battle anthems with Combichrist’s tunes (don’t get me wrong, I like HC metal and Combichrist has some amazing songs) but JESUS DOES THE GAME PLAY WORK AS IT SHOULD IN DMC OR DOES THE GAME PLAY WORK AS IT SHOULD IN DMC. Flatmate can tell you how she witnessed me laughing happy maniac laughter every time I obtained a new weapon - a new way of having fun. 

And visually this game’s stages are pretty as shit! I have went through only the first 2 stages and I spent eternity in them just looking around, admiring the perspectives, colours, shapes, Silent Hill hinted approach for the “horror” elements ect. I can’t wait to get all the weapons so I can replay the stages to get into the locked and hidden areas.

The images do no justice for the amazing backgrounds/stages. They need to be seen in motion. 

Let me just tell you; 

Interview | Mike Mignola

On occasion, Kara and Matt sit down by the fireplace (metaphorical) with creators to talk about their books, their process, and what they read themselves. Since some folks don’t have time for podcasts, we also transcribe these chats. Some parts of the interview have been abridged for maximum hilarity. Enjoy our interview with HELLBOY’S Mike Mignola!

Matt: We have the biggest interview of all time, biggest guest of all time.

Kara: Ever.

Matt: You might know him from “Hellboy,” “Lord Henry Baltimore,” “Witchfinder.” Mr. Mike Mignola, welcome to the show.

Mike Mignola: Thank you.

Matt: This is probably the biggest moment for comiXology’s library in a long time. A lot of our fans and myself have been waiting for your books to hit the platform. I have to ask you, when you first started out doing Hellboy, and in the early days, did you think it would be this big and be so long-lasting when you started it?

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Title: The New Classmate

Author: httpjonnor

Rated: T

Summary: Jude is attending his senior year at Anchor Beach. As a popular student, Jude is known for winning the hearts over many girls and being the star athlete in various sports. However, there’s something unique about Jude that separates him from the other guys. He’s different. And when the new classmate shows up for the first time, life begins to turn upside down for Jude Adams Foster.

This is my fic submission for the Where You Belong Fosters Fandom Week!! Enjoy!

It was Jude’s first day as a senior at Anchor Beach. Passing by the familiar hallways and classrooms, Jude couldn’t help but realize it was going to be his last year here attending the school. Jude had made many friendships during the past few years through sports and extracurricular clubs. When he first started out as a freshman, Jude was an outcast. He never considered himself to be a part of the popular group. Before he knew it, Jude gained a following and became one.

Jude walked up to his locker and carefully opened it. The smell of rust filled Jude’s nostrils, making him step back for a few seconds. Jude covered his mouth, not wanting to breathe in the scent again. There was a laugh coming in the direction behind him which made Jude turn around. It was Josh, one of Jude’s closest friends. He was slightly taller than Jude with curly brown hair, white pale skin, and green eyes.

“Hey Jude, long time no see! How’s my buddy doing?” Josh raised his hand in the air, signaling for Jude to high-five it.

Jude returned the gesture. “Hey! I’m doing fine Josh, how about you?”

“Awesome, man. And guess what? You won’t believe who I met over the summer, she’s crazy hot!”

“Who is it?” Jude asked with curiosity.

“Does the name Taylor sound familiar to you?”

Jude remembered Taylor being in a few of his classes during his freshman year. He didn’t talk to her very much, unless they were assigned a group project where they had to work together. Other than that, Taylor was just an acquaintance to Jude.

“Oh, Taylor! Yeah, of course. I know who you’re talking about,” Jude felt like he was lying. “So how long have you two been dating?”

“For a month now.” Josh answered.

“She seems like a keeper.”

“Definitely. I can’t take my eyes off of her whenever she’s with me.”

“That’s great Josh, I’m really happy for you both.” Jude patted his friend on the back, congratulating him.

“Thanks Jude. We should probably get to class, the bell’s about to ring.”

Jude nodded. “What do you have first period?”

“Calculus.”

“Sweet, me too. Let’s go.”

Jude walked with Josh to their first class and greeted others who passed by them. Once they entered the room, Jude claimed his spot near the back of the area and sat quietly beside an empty seat. Josh was sitting closer towards the door while simultaneously tapping a pencil on his desk. Minutes later, the teacher came in and welcomed her students.

“Good morning everyone, I am Mrs. Byerly.” she said without enthusiasm. “Today, we will be learning about implicit differentiation. Now, before we begin-“

Jude drowned out the teacher’s voice and blocked all of his surroundings. He shut his eyes closed, not wanting to deal with what Mrs. Byerly had in plan for today’s lesson. When it came to math, Jude wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. He could never solve any of the problems that were given to him without copying another person’s work. Jude was brought back to reality when a hand came in contact with his shoulder. He flashed opened his eyes and found the teacher to be standing right beside him.

“It’s Jude, right?” Mrs. Byerly leaned in closer with folded arms.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Well listen Jude, this class isn’t meant for sleeping sessions. Either pay attention while I’m teaching or get out of my classroom!” she snapped.

Jude slid further into his seat and crouched his head down. “Yes ma’am.”

“Very well then. Shall I continue?”

Mrs. Byerly made her way back towards the front of the room and continued where she left off. “Now, before we begin, I would like you all to know that we have a new student who will be joining us today. I want you all
to welcome him with respect and politeness. You hear me?”

The entire group of students nodded, including Jude himself. Surprisingly, Jude wanted to know who the person was that would be joining their class.

It’s like he was anticipating for a miracle to pop up behind the door. When Mrs. Byerly opened the entryway, a boy stepped foot into the classroom and stood frozen near her desk. Jude studied him for a moment, taking in every feature of the person. He had sandy colored hair, golden brown skin, and rich hazel eyes. The boy wore solid black frames, making his eyes appear bigger than normal. He was dressed in a blue-and-green plaid flannel and a pair of dark jeans.

Although Jude assumed the boy’s appearance to be quite nerdy, he found it rather attractive.

Jude could not take his eyes off of the boy’s arms either. Jude knew for a fact that the person who was standing in front of the class had a muscular build hiding underneath his attire.

For a brief second, the boy locked eyes with Jude as he scanned the entire room. Jude’s heart began beating faster, the blood in his veins pumping rapidly through his chest. There was something about him that made Jude’s vital organ skip a beat at least more than once. Mrs. Byerly addressed the new student to the class and Jude listened intently.

“Everyone, this is Connor Stevens.”

A chorus of “hellos” and “heys” echoed throughout the classroom. Jude stayed silent as his fellow classmates gave a warm welcome to the new student. Mrs. Byerly lifted up a hand in the air and dropped it back down slowly, indicating that the group of students should be quiet.

“Connor, you’re free to sit wherever you like.”

Connor nodded. He paced his way to the back of the room and pointed at the seat next to Jude. All of a sudden, Jude felt nervous as Connor stepped closer to the desk right beside him. He could feel the heat in his cheeks burning up when he locked eyes with Connor once again.

“Is this seat taken?” Connor questioned.

“No, not at all.” Jude assured him.

“Great.”

Connor slipped perfectly into the empty desk and pulled out a notebook from his backpack. Along with that, Connor retrieved a mechanical pencil, a few highlighters, and a calculator. Jude was utterly amazed at how prepared Connor was on his first day at Anchor Beach. It motivated Jude to be more responsible at bringing his own school supplies to class next time.

Connor’s thick black frames slid down the bridge of his nose and Jude couldn’t help but watch him. He attempted pushing them back up but it wouldn’t stay in place. Sighing in defeat, Connor released out a short breath. He turned his attention to Jude and noticed that the popular jock was staring at him the entire time. Jude quickly maneuvered his head and faced the board, trying his best to keep a straight composure.

Mrs. Byerly saved them both from the awkward silence and said, “For today’s assignment, you will need to find a partner. You must be in pairs before you begin working. I will give you all ten minutes to decide who you want to work with. After that, time’s up.”

Jude was about to pick Josh until his classmate, Aaron, claimed him. He peeked over at the boy sitting right next to him and noticed that no one was offering to work with the new student. Jude felt bad for Connor and decided to do the inevitable.

“Hey,” Jude started. “Do you have a-“

“No.” Connor admitted.

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Sure.”

Connor grinned. Jude’s face was flushed at the sight of Connor’s wonderful smile. A series of sparks ran inside of him, covering Jude from head to toe.

He never felt like this towards anyone in his life, not even girls.

Jude was knocked out of his thoughts when Connor snapped his fingers at him. “I just realized I didn’t get your name. I’m Connor by the way, but you probably already knew that.”

Jude laughed at the comment. “Jude. It’s Jude Adams Foster.”

“Like from the Beatles?”

“Yeah.” Jude chuckled.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Jude.” Connor said.

Jude liked the reference Connor reminded of him. He found it very cute. The two boys exchanged numbers before they worked on the assignment together. Jude didn’t know what to expect in the later future; little did Jude know that he and Connor would become boyfriends during their senior year.

Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness.