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marlenesluv · 5 days
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Hullo, hope you're doing okay. I was wondering if I could request a smau with Carlos.
Y/N is an upcoming but less known film scriptwriter and has a significant age gap from him (6-7 years younger than him). A lot of fans bully cause she's a struggler in Hollywood and not your typical model either. (she doesn't make the effort to look good for Carlos they say)
There is an Oscar winning film but her credit was taken away and fans finally support her (something dramátic like this idkk your choice!!) ty tho <3
Doesn’t Come Easy. (CS)
note: hi, i’m doing well, i hope you are too :) and yes, i love this sm!! i hope you enjoy! (no summary for this, j read the rec lol!)
pairing: carlos sainz x film scriptwriter!reader!fem. carlos is 29 and reader is 22.
fc: alani (alanikaii on insta)
warnings: fairly aggressive hate comments (happy ending tho)
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/n.user: lots of work this week☕️📝
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carlossainz55: cariño❤️❤️
↳ y/n.user: ❤️❤️
user7: not the messy bun pictures 💀
f1wags: no one could ever make me hate y/n, wtf is wrong with you guys??
vroom99posts: the lack of effort she puts in to talking with the other wags, making herself presentable…why is he even with her?
user2: “work” is making up little movies? nope, babe
cschili55: facecard = 0
y/nhatepage: get this guy OUT. ain’t no way he’s happy with her…
user4: the way carlos doesn’t even defend her in these comments LMAOOOO
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Claire @claireblogsstuff8 •2hr ago
It’s about time someone made one of these threads:
Why we don’t like Y/n Y/l/n, Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend..:
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Reason 1: She makes no effort to look good for him or the cameras. The only clothing she wears to the paddock is jeans, sweats, tee’s, and tennis shoes. Other wags give us dresses, skirts, like?? Try harder.
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Reason 2: Y/n and Carlos have a 7 year age gap… This one speaks for itself………
Reason 3: Her job makes no money, shes mooching off Carlos. Being a film scriptwriter is great, if you’re actually good. Which she’s not.
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Reason 4: She makes zero effort to be friends with the other wags. As a girlfriend, you should try and connect with your boyfriends friends girlfriends. She just ignores them on race weekends and it’s rude and lazy.
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Reason 5: Y/n has no career in her field.
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y/n.user: little 5 year old me would be so excited that i’m finally able to say: my film script that i’ve worked four years on perfecting is finally in the works and being casted and filmed!🥹 this is surreal. i’m going to go cry some more.
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carlossainz55: hermosa❤️❤️ you’re amazing. i love you
↳ y/n.user: i love you more carlos❤️❤️
user3: uhhuh….
landonorris: CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
↳ y/n.user: TY LANDO!!!!
f1editpics: mmmm it’s gonna be soo bad😭
f1wags: GO Y/N‼️🫶
yourbsf: i’m so proud of you, i love you🫶
↳ y/n.user: i love you so much🫶
user5: mhmmm, we all know where this will lead😐 FAIL
formula1edit: nahhhh💀
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carlossainz55: Where do I even begin? Y/n, my world, my bestfriend, my soulmate. Ever since we met in Spain 4 years ago, I knew you knew what you wanted. When you told me your dreams, you didn’t expect them to become reality. Yet, here we are. I’m so proud of you, cariño. Te quiero❤️
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y/n.user: carlos🥹i couldn’t have done any of it without you. te quiero, amor❤️
↳ carlossainz55: ❤️❤️❤️
f1wags: UGH they’re so cute idcccc
user8: i still don’t think it’ll be good. and when tf is she gonna up her game bro
charles_leclerc: congrats y/n!!
↳ y/n.user: thanks charles!
user1: the way this film will flop and then he’ll break up with her💀
cs0ln0: sloppy, yawning, boring
user9: naurrrr🤧
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F1 Gossip Blog Post:
Goodmorning…I have no entrance for you, because I am shook to the core today. It has been about a year since Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, went to the movie premiere of the movie she wrote.
Today I woke up and saw something that shocked me! Last night, this movie won an Oscar, but Y/n was no where to be found. She didn’t attend the awards and she wasn’t even credited.
The petty “I don’t like her” needs to stop. We need to support her, she’s talented, smart, and yes, beautiful. Us, as fans, don’t know how hers and Carlos’ relationship is. Although I would assume pretty good… (via the recent paparazzi photos, lol)
Her credit being taken away is awful, and shouldn’t be glossed over. Sign the petition at the bottom of this post to support Y/n, and bring attention to the fact that this film happened because of HER!
sign here!
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y/n.user: First off, I want to say thank you to Carlos for being the most patient, loving, and kind boyfriend. I see the “she’s not good enough for him” comments and the hate posts. Carlos doesn’t say anything because I simply don’t want him to. I can’t even count the amount of times I have to tell him to not respond. Judging a relationship you know nothing about is silly.
I also want to say thank you to the other wags for being patient and understanding with me. I do hangout with them, I just keep that private. Not everything needs to be aired out on social media.
A huge thank you to fans of Carlos’ that have supported me and my journey with this film. I appreciate all the kind messages throughout the process of writing and even now with the Oscars.
Thank you to my family and friends, for supporting me from when I was a little girl watching movies and pretending I was in said movie for a week straight, writing alternate endings and embarrassing you at theaters.
There’s nothing that can be done about what happened with my credit for the movie at the Oscars. It’s unfortunate, but true.
Oh, also, Carlos and I got a puppy. His name is Calvin, that’s all.
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carlossainz55: I love you, cariño❤️
lilymhe: here for you🫶🫶
landonorris: keep your head up, dude😁 miss you!
maxfewtrell: cute dog!! loved the movie too, goat film writer
francisca.cgomes: love you!!💖
charles_leclerc: amazing film, you’re so talented🙏
lailahasanovic: prettiest girl made the best film and is living her best life 🥰
carmenmmundt: keep your head up!! george and i send hugs🫶💓
danielricciardo: you’re slaying with this post💅
alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️❤️
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y/n.user: back to writing🙃 #quentintarantinoishelpingmewiththisscript
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f1wags: yesss, queen!! so looking forward to the new script you write 😋
carlossainz55: bonita❤️❤️
↳ y/n.user: guapoooo❤️❤️
user3: i want the love they have
jvroom8: i like how everyone switched up on y/n, i’ve been saying she’s the best wag and no oneeee listened
tarantinouniverse: so excited for your new work!! the fact that you worked with quentin is so awesome!
zendaya: can’t wait!💜
↳ y/n.user: 💜🪩
moviecritic: y/n and zendaya?? duo i didn’t know i needed
landonorris: she’s busy writing guys💅📝
user7: living for your posts!!
maxverstappen1: DU DU DU DU BEST WRITERRRR
↳ y/n.user: ….what has gotten into him?
↳ charles_leclerc: 🤷‍♂️
↳ y/n.user: *cough* lestappen *cough*
↳ maxverstappen1: oh my
↳ alexandrasaintmleux: AHAHA i live for lestappen
↳ charles_leclerc: 😐
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated! ^-^)
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too-deviant · 23 days
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Hii would you take a request for Luke x Athena!reader? Like an au where Luke isn't the one who turned and in the battle of Manhattan it's them and percabeth leading the camp in battle
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Athena!Reader
Summary: Percy thinks there's just about nothing that can pull you and Luke apart.
Notes: sorrry this took so long i had w block for a little bit. hope this is okay!!! also not proofread so lmk if there's any grammar mistakes lolss
Since he found out he was a demigod, Percy Jackson only ever had three things remain consistent in his fucked up life:
(1) His imminent doom. 
(2) His mom’s undying support. 
(3) Luke Castellan’s wandering eyes. 
Even now, as he fights for his life against Kronos’ Army ten feet away from the Empire State Building. Whenever he gets the chance, Percy scans his eyes over their side of the fight. Making sure everyone is okay, aiding where he was needed. And every time, without fail, Luke was doing the same thing — only his eyes zeroed in one one warrior in particular. You. 
It was a tether, Percy realised, but not just for Luke. Whenever things got particularly tough — whenever he found himself thinking about how much had changed and how much would change after this, he would hear you laugh and he would know you were laughing at Luke. Or he would glance over at where you sat, the son of Hermes never too far away. It would remind him of his first day at camp, when he was young and unaware, being given the immersive tour by the kind older counsellor he’d met ten minutes earlier, and watching as he looked back at the same group of campers whenever he got the chance. Until Percy, curious as he is, finally asked the question. 
“Who is that?”
Luke had grinned like he was waiting for someone to segue the conversation to you, and began his spiel about the best demigod the Athena Cabin had ever seen. An exaggeration, Percy knew, since he’d seen the other Athena kids and their skill. And he’d been unnerved enough by Annabeth’s staring the whole day to know they each had their own stories. 
But Luke didn’t seem to be thinking about the other Athena kids at that moment. His brown eyes shone as he watched you, a smile so soft it made Percy screw his face up a bit. Just say she’s your girlfriend, man, no need to start reciting poetry. 
It was a classic case of the teenage honeymoon phase. Even though he was twelve, Percy knew the deal. He’d watched Glee. 
But where the honeymoon phase is supposed to end, yours remained. Apparently it wasn’t a phase at all, and you guys really were just sickly in love. It was horrible, but it also helped Percy stay sane as the world shifted around him with every passing moment. 
Like earlier, when they were laying out the plans just after Kronos had put Manhattan to sleep. It seemed like aeons ago he was standing in the quiet, zoned in on nothing in particular, flinching at the hand that brushed his shoulder. It was you, Luke not far behind like he always had been.
“You okay?”
He shrugged, “I dunno.”
Luke snorted, patting him on his other shoulder, “You’ll be good, man.”
“Really?” He scoffed a laugh, “I’m fifteen, leading an army isn't my job. If anything, you guys should be the ones in charge.”
“Callin’ us old, sucker?” You joked, pinching him. He hissed and you laughed. Almost automatically, Percy’s eyes went to Luke, who was looking at you with a soft smile like he always did whenever you laughed. He’d once told Percy, last year before he set out to go into the Labyrinth, that he could recognise your laugh from a mile away. 
“I don’t know what we're gonna do.” He frowned.
“Good thing our girls are Athena kids then, huh?” Luke quipped. Percy’s face dusted red at the insinuation, but the embarrassment was enough to knock him out of his stupor. Luke patted him again, “We’ve got this. And if we don’t, at least we’re going out with a bang, right?”
“Right.” Annabeth sidled up to them. “So are you guys done chatting or are we gonna wait a little longer, give Kronos a head start?”
“Nah, we’re going.” Luke straightened himself, looking each of them in the eye, “Ready?”
They shared some smiles, You and Annabeth did some weird sibling handshake that was way too complicated, then Luke was putting his hand in the centre of them all and waiting for three other hands to join it. “For Olympus?”
“No.” Percy interrupted. He thought about the kids that were ready to fight with their lives, the ones who had already given theirs. He thought about Annabeth and her plans for the future. He thought about you and Luke, and how extravagant your wedding could be with Annabeth as the planner and the Stolls as the ring bearers (an actual conversation he’d overheard the two of you having once), and he thought about how they all deserved peace after the hellish three years they had gone through ever since Zeus’ lightning bolt was stolen, and grinned, “For the demigods.”
“For the demigods!”
He thinks back on that conversation during the meeting with the Olympians after the battle was done. When Athena is thanking you, when Hermes steps up and thanks you too. And when Zeus says, “All rise for Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus.” He hesitates, holds out a hand and corrects him. The next time the god speaks, it is with your name, Luke’s and Annabeth’s. Percy would have asked him to name everyone who had helped out, but they’d be there all day. 
When all was said and done, he turned around and said, “They coulda told us all that in an email.”
They laughed. You laughed, and when Percy glanced over, Luke was smiling at you.
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winterrrnight · 8 months
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hi baby!! congrats you so deserve it!💘💘💘💘
can i request for rafe 6 or 29? whichever you like more💘
hey cami!! thank you sooo much darling 🥹🥹 i really have no words on how much your support means to me; you've been there since almost the beginning and you've never failed to shower love on my fics 🫶🏻 it really means so much to me <3 i hope you like this!! I used both the prompts :)
cherry flavoured
PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader
SUMMARY: you and Rafe have your first kiss, and he tastes just like cherries.
WARNINGS: fluff, kissing, the reader is a little shy and nervous, rafe is a massive softie + ignore any little grammatical/spelling mistakes!
EDITH SPEAKS: I think this came out pretty cute! This girl here hasn't had her first kiss yet (spare me please, I've had zero luck with guys or girls also I want it to be w someone special, not just anyone) so I think when I'll have it this is literally how I'll react :')
PROMPTS REQUESTED: "quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." & "should we like, talk about it?" "aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" "let me see if I can jog your memory."
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He looks at you, a softer look taking over his eyes as he gazes over the pink blush tinting your cheeks and your slightly swollen lips. You find your mind going in a haze as you think about how you just kissed Rafe for the first time.
You both met each other at one of his parties, you being new to the island, had no idea about anyone at the party except your friend who dragged you there. You had just taken a cup full of your drink and were desperately trying to navigate your way all alone throughout the crowd of people, your friend long gone with some guy.
Even though you were extremely careful, it was not enough, because the exact thing you were dreading happened. You bumped into someone, and you mentally cursed yourself for wearing a white cardigan, because it seeped through the material and stained it, and not to mention how it started to stick to your skin in an ungodly manner.
The guy in front of you, which you learnt is the one who's party you're at, was totally embarrassed with what he did; apologised nothing less than a 100 times, and when his attempt of trying to wipe it off with some paper towels failed, he took you to his room upstairs to give you some of his clothes. Not to forget he kept on apologising to you, and at one point, you forgave him, because you knew it was just an honest mistake (and also because you can only hear the word 'sorry' so many times).
Oh and you were so glad you did forgive him, because his clothes were some of the most comfortable you've ever worn. He let you take any one of his crewneck, and you chose one in your favorite color. It encased you in warmth and his scent of fresh detergent, which provided you immediate comfort.
But instead of going down back, you both sat on the floor next to each other and talked. He made you laugh a lot, but also, made sure to not make you super uncomfortable with questions you may not want to answer. At the end, you had to leave, but he didn't let you go without asking you out on a date and with your number in his phone.
And now here you are, right after one of your dates, where he kisses you with all the courage he has. You knew you've been wanting this for too long now, so when he started leaning back, you pressed your lips back onto his, pulling him closer to you and kissing him deeper, and harder.
When you pull back, he looks at you, and you find your cheeks heating up, red coating you everywhere. After a few moments of silence, Rafe decides to speak up.
"Should we like, talk about it?" He says, you knowing fully well he means the kiss.
A giggle escapes your lips as you start to speak. Well, speak is the wrong choice of word. You ramble.
"Aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" you say in one breath, as you feel your hands getting sweaty. Rafe only looks at you with a grin; you getting nervous around him and jumbling up all your words is one of the first things he found cute about you.
"Let me see if I can jog your memory," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you again. And you don't pull back. Why would you? He tastes so addictive, reminding you of cherries, and you only crave more with each passing second.
When he pulls back again, he's giggling at your expression, your face even more red than before (is that even possible?), your lips shiny and your eyes gleaming with the light of the lamp post you're both standing under.
He absolutely cannot stop smiling at you. You've made him so happy, he cannot fathom it. It's so easy for him to cheer up just the moment he spots you; you're the ray of sunshine falling onto the dark side of his moon.
You want to say something, anything, but your mind is all fuzzy and only random words leave your mouth. Rafe giggles harder as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you close to him.
You look at him, his lips still pulled in a smile, you think he hasn't stopped smiling since the date started.
"Quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." Finally, finally a proper sentence leaves your mouth, one which isn't spoken in a single breathe or isn't just necessarily a stack of words.
Rafe presses his lips to your forehead, his laughs slowly dying and your heart rate calming down as you stand hugging under the warm light of the lamp post.
You've never felt so serene.
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dwindlinghaze · 8 months
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Hello, how are you?
I would like to make a request where one day there is a list of the most uninteresting girls/girls that boys would never ask for a date and the reader's name is one of the first most voted just because she is shy and introverted. Remus has a crush on her and even the reader disguising it he can see that she is sad and pulling away from her friends (it's ok if you don't want to write my request, I understand <3)
hi angel, im doing good! tysm for requesting!! here is it, hope you enjoy 🤍🌸🫧💕
when raindrops fell
contents : angst, insecurity, lovely remus, we don't support people who tear women down for no reason!!
warnings : okay so just a heads up, the upper part of the fic is just me ranting about how much i hate the patriarchy and how harmful this kind of behaviour is especially towards young girls,,,, but i hope you like it!!! <333333
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murmurs about a list of girls that are unlovable has been spreading around. you couldn't help but worry deep down.
you hated that idea. whoever created that has a special place on hell rsvp-ed for them. it was crucial.
you are shy and introverted but that doesn't mean you have zero thoughts on this. your stomach twisted because this whole thing is coming from such a misogynistic place.
and the fact that it said 'girls that boys would never ask' grew some resentment you never knew was there. living in such a patriarchal world is hard for a woman, especially young girls. they would grow up thinking it's their fault that people dislike them, but in reality it's the injustice social system that is harmful for both men and women. (and in between!)
"y/n did you hear? your name is one of the top on the lists!" a guy snorted.
you waved him off, thinking that he is just playing with you. well- that was until you saw the list. you were there.
you couldn't help but feel insecure. you sort of knew that nobody really glanced over their shoulders just to see you but by creating this, you were sure of it now.
you were embarrassed. you wouldn't dare getting out of your room. even your friends noticed the change in you. you weren't your usual confident and self-loving self anymore. if anything, you think it actually took a toll on you.
remus saw the way your eyes don't lit up anymore, the way you look sadder every passing day. he's feeling so melancholic by the way your usual self that he has grown fond of is fading away.
it hurts him actually. how can someone be so evil? how can anyone voted for you? it is a privilege to get to know you. they're missing out.
how can anyone see you that way. you are the prettiest person in the world! it's unfair how terribly kind people are treated by society.
"y/n?" remus called out to the dark.
"what," you croaked, voice hoarse. you haven't been speaking for a while.
"just wanna check if you're okay," he smiled.
"i'm fine," you said, though your expression tells otherwise.
"you wanna talk about it?" he asked.
you shook your head.
"hey, listen. you're pretty. the prettiest actually. don't mind about that stupid list. whoever created that- they think they rule the school, but they don't. so don't let them get to you yeah? you're prefect just how you are. please don't change a thing. don't satisfy them. they're doing this because they have no job," he grinned. "look at you! minding your own business, that's why you're the best person in school- in the world!"
"but that's not enough," you sniffed.
"what's not enough? you're more than enough," he assured you. then he realised, the latter part. "say, do you want to go to hogsmeade with me? next weekend."
"don't pity me like that," you said, shaking your head at him.
it breaks his heart how you thought someone would ask you out for a date just because of pity. it's the opposite actually. it came from true feelings and generosity.
"i'm not pitying you, i do like you since- forever," he said. "i write poems about you, about your face, your personality, your heart, yourself. you're dreamy."
"guess.... i'll go on a date with you."
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thelostgirl21 · 17 days
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I'm late to the party like you wouldn't believe, but I've got to say something, because I'm so upset!
Okay, unpopular opinion, I actually loved Jaskier's Season 3 hair!
Was it always perfectly styled? No. There were a few scenes where I personally thought it could have used a bit more volume, or a bit more volume in some places while a bit less in others; but, most or the time, I was more than fine with it, and thought it suited Jaskier well!
At times, I literally adored it!
Ex:
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To me, those are moments where I thought Jaskier looked his best in the series! Loved the hair!
Then again, personally, I tend to prefer Joey's looks with his forehead cleared and his hair longer.
Like, this is I think one of the most gorgeous non-feral hairstyles I've ever seen on him:
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This is an absolutely gorgeous man, and I personally prefer his hair styled like this than short.
(Note: I'm not saying he's not beautiful with short hair, too, simply stating personal preferences. Certain aesthetic choices are based on comfort, too, and he can 100% afford to sacrifice the "long haired look" for something that makes him feel more comfortable. He can rock plenty of different looks!)
Then, of course, there's the feral look that is just in its own category...
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So why am I upset?
I've just found out that he didn't wear a wig in Season 3!
That Jaskier's Season 3 hair were simply Joey's own hair that he had decided to grow out.
And look, I'm fine with everyone having preferences!
That's not my issue. Having your own tastes and not being a fan of Joey's Season 3 hairstyle is not the issue at all!
There were posts simply mentioning that they hated that it looked so flat, when we could have been graced with something a bit more like this:
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And I do get preferences when it comes to styling.
It's just that I recall how - since people assumed it was "an ugly wig" that had been forced on his head by the wig department, rather than what they considered "a bad hairstyle" - the comments on "Jaskier's hair" were at times downright nasty!
And I just gotta get out of my system that those of you that have been literally making fun of his "sudden 4-inches receeding hairline" (first I'll have you know I find receeding hairline pretty hot!), when it's kinda remained the same for 3 seasons (it's called BANGS people. Joey tends to wear those with his shorter haircuts! Look it up!), for example, really suck!
His hairline has always gone pretty far up on each side, even in some of his earlier work... Ex: Gopher in "Mount Pleasant" (2016):
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Like he's got very thick hair that form a "V" shape at the top (my mom had that, but I didn't inherit it... And we've got tons of hair... Like, a lot! * ) and a pretty large forehead.
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(That's me at 18, and then at 28 - before I brought them back to a lower back length - but my mom is the same in terms of thickness, she just has that V in the front I lack, and it never receeded any further in her life.)
And there would be no shame in having thin hair, or any form of baldness anyway!
So yeah! I remember sort of heavily ignoring all those "ugly wig" comments because I, too, had assumed it was a wig (turns out Joey's hair seem to be a bit like mine, and grow pretty fast), and at some point you choose your battles.
Did I think a bunch of you were immature assholes for needing to hate on that "ugly wig" so much? Yes. But you find those in any fandom!
Personally, I thought "the wig" was awesome!
But now, I kinda regret not having taken the time to be more supportive of Jaskier's Season's 3 hair given I actually like it...
Because that's just a (very sweet) human being's hair, that was styled in a way that a number of people didn't like.
Again, zero problem for those that thought it was badly styled, and that the look didn't suit Jaskier!
Critiquing what you find a "bad hairstyle" is no cause for shame!
But, for those of you that took it to the next level with all those "ugly wig" comments, you fucking suck, I sure hope you've since found out that you'd been openly ridiculing a fellow human being's real hair, that it makes you feel like complete pieces of shit, and that feeling like complete pieces of shit is going to help you learn from your mistakes, before you start attacking other people's personal physical features in the future!
"Well, I didn't know!"
Here's today's lesson:
When you don't know, please kindly shut up and assume the hair you see is the real thing!
Or critique the wig like you would a real hairstyle, asking yourself "Hmm... Is describing someone's real hair the way I do going to make me sound like a bully?"
Like I said, I'm aware I'm pretty late to the party, but the the kid in me that got heavily bullied in school over her own hair really needed to get it out of her system!
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yankstrash · 8 months
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what if meels missed an important event or game that she promised to be at and it starts a fight between them
she wanted to be at his game, she really did. however, she had an important exam monday morning and despite her studying for it all week, amelia was still unsure she understood the material. so as much as she didn't want to, she stayed home from the game vs boston university to study.
it was a very last minute decision. she fully intended on putting her studies aside for a few hours to go to gabes game, which she knew was extremely important because they were playing their rival, but when 4 o'clock came and her head was still buried in her books, she ultimately made the decision to stay home.
she hadn't seen her boyfriend yet today, intending to meetup with him at the arena right after the game. gabe was already at the arena for warm ups, so there wasn't much else she could do besides send him a text that she wasn't coming and hoped he'd see it before taking the ice so when he looked up in the stands and didn't see her, no panic would occur.
from: meels 💗
"hi baby, i'm really sorry but i need to stay back tonight and study :( i know you really wanted me at this game, i know it's important but i'm in a crunch. i'll be cheering you on from my desk with the game on my phone, kick ass!!!! i love you, see you later ❤️"
she waited for a reply, but never got one. that made her anxious because gabe was already nervous about the game seeing as it's so important, and she did not want to add to his anxiety by him not seeing her in the stands. unfortunately, there was nothing else she could do. she texted him, and whether or not he sees it before taking the ice is out of her control.
hours went by and suddenly it was 10 pm when amelia finally decided to call it a night on studying.
wait.
it was 10 pm.
shit.
she hadn't looked at the time since she put her phone down after texting gabe
gabe..
the game...
shit....
she completely forgot to even turn it on and watch it.
any of it.
she missed the entire game after blowing off going.
she quickly reached for her phone and opened her espn app to check the score.
boston college lost 5-1.
shittttttt.
gabe never responded to her text earlier. amelias heart sunk at the thought of this all. she was about to send him another text when there was a knock on her bedroom door.
she voiced a "come in" and in walked her boyfriend with messy, wet shower hair and a less than pleased look on his face.
she weakly smiled when she saw him and got up to give him a hug.
"hi baby." she said as she wrapped her arms around his torso.
even in his worst moments, gabe always gave her a tight hug back. however, she could barely feel his arms around her as he hugged her back, if you could even call it a hug.
she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. "tough game?" she asked, trying to keep light of the situation.
gabes face showed zero emotion as he said, "not at all. we only got our asses kicked by our rivals in the most important game so far this season and my girlfriend blew off coming barely 2 hours before puck drop after she promised me she'd be there. but no, it was a great game meels!"
amelia did not miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. but there was something else there too.
hurt.
amelia sighed as she kept her lips in a tight line.
"baby, i'm sorry. i am sorry, i really wanted to be there, i did and i was planning on going but-"
"but you just couldn't put anything else aside for a mere 3 hours to come support me in a big moment. i get it." gabe said as he released his arms from around her and sat down on her bed.
she knew he was upset, and he had every right to be, but the cheap shots he was taking were not gonna slide with amelia. he's acting like she didn't care one bit and-
"please tell me you at least watched the game here?" gabe interrupted her thoughts.
amelia went stiff at his question, and her reddening cheeks and lack of response was gabes answer.
he pursed his lips and nodded his head before shaking it.
"so you couldn't even watch it either? seriously amelia?"
oh he was upset.
the use of her full name was a dead give away.
"gabe, baby, i'm sorry, okay? i intended to go to the game and when i decided i couldn't i intended on watching it but-"
"you mean decided what your priorities were."
this comment made amelias blood boil.
yes, her priority was school. her priority will always be school. that's why she's here in the first place, isn't it? amelia has always done her very best at prioritizing school, the reason she is here, while also making time for gabe and being in a healthy, thriving relationship.
she has one slip up and suddenly he's eating away at her for it?
not fair.
"okay, i let you get away with quite a few jabs there but that one i'm not gonna let slide." amelia said as she went and stood right in front of gabe with her hands on her hips.
"yes, school is my priority, gabe, but that does not mean you aren't also one. unfortunately tonight i had to put one in front of the other and ultimately it had to be the one that you don't like and i apologize if that hurts you but it is what it is, honey."
the couple stared at each other for a few moments before someone spoke up.
"i can deal with my girlfriend missing a game and i can deal with her not being upfront about it to my face even though she knows how important it is, but i am very upset that you still made no effort to even turn it on while you were here and all i get is a lousy text 2 fucking hours beforehand saying you won't be there. that made me feel like shit, meels."
amelia threw her hands up as she said, "at least i told you! i could've blown you off completely. and as i was trying to say earlier before you cut me off, i had every intention to turn it on while i was studying but i got caught up and it just didn't happen and i'm sorry! but it's one game, gabe! one! you can't punish me for that when this is literally the first game of yours i have missed since we started dating!!"
gabe sighed heavily at her words, turning his head to not look at her before pinching the bride of his nose in frustration.
"i texted you early enough so you could at least see it before you took the ice. did you not see my text until after the game?" she asked in a calmer tone.
gabe chuckled slightly and crossed his arms over his chest as he said, "oh i saw it before the game."
that made amelias head spin with frustration.
"so you just decided not to answer and leave me here worrying that you'd panic right before your game about not seeing me in the stands?"
"i decided not to answer because i was pissed off." he says bluntly.
she was about to respond when gabe spoke up again. "and i know it was only one game and i know it's the first one you've ever missed, that's not why i'm upset. it was the game. if you had missed every other game this year and only came to this one i would've been less upset than i am now. but amelia you know how big of a game this was and how badly i wanted- no, how badly i needed you there! and you promised me you'd come! i'm trying so fucking hard not to sound like a selfish asshole right now because i know school is your priority, but fuck baby i really needed you there for me tonight and you weren't and the whole game was shit and the very last thing i was hoping for to make this whole thing not as bad was that you would've at least watched the game, but you didn't! the very least you could've done after breaking your promise and blowing me off! at least then i would've felt like you didn't completely not care."
at this point amelia was on the verge of tears at how upset her boyfriend was.
he wasn't mad.
he wasn't annoyed.
he was upset. really, really upset.
upset because he felt like he was completely placed on the back burner tonight despite voicing the importance of tonight and how badly he wanted his girlfriends support.
and he would've accepted the bare minimum, and she couldn't even deliver that.
would gabe have been this upset if the game had gone their way and they would have won? probably not, he probably would be going a little easier on her, but considering they got crushed by their rivals at home on top of everything else, she understood his meltdown.
amelia sighed as she put her head in her hands, trying so hard not to cry.
she didn't want gabe to think she was crying so he would crumble and comfort her at the sight of her tears, because if anything she should be the one comforting him right now.
she went and sat next to him on the bed. he let out a sigh as he looked over at her.
"i'm gonna get this out of the way and say i'm not gonna apologize for staying back to study. sorry, but i'm never going to apologize for putting school first. however, i do apologize for how upset i made you and i understand that you feel like i let you down and that i couldn't even give you the bare minimum for something i did promise to do and knew how important it was to you. you're right, i should've at least watched and i should've been more on top of that instead of getting distracted. and yes, i could've taken a break and driven the 10 minutes to the arena to tell you face to face because i know how important tonight was to you, but i didn't and i let you down and i am sorry."
for the first time since he got here, gabe tightly wrapped his arm around amelias shoulder and pulled her into him. she couldn't hold herself together anymore as she began to let tears slip out and fall onto his sweatshirt.
"i am never gonna be so selfish and sink as low as to ask you to prioritize me over school. i don't blame you for not apologizing for that, i would never expect you to. however, i do feel a bit let down that you didn't give me minimum effort for something so important and something that is my priority."
amelia nodded her head on gabes shoulder, understanding his point of view.
"i'm sorry i let you down and broke my promise. i never intended to do either of those things, but everything just got overwhelming and you ended up getting hurt by it and i'm so sorry, baby." amelia said, finally looking at gabe.
gabe pursed his lips as he said, "it's okay, princess. the game happened and now it's over and it's time to move past it. however, i am going to be selfish here and plead for your presence at the rest of our home games because genuinely, i need you there. i don't care how pathetic it sounds, i need your support with me meels. i am not my best without you."
amelia smiled and nodded her head, agreeing to that.
"i can make that work. and to make it up to you, i will be at the game when you play BU away. no matter what's going on, i will be there. i promise, and i'm not breaking it this time, or ever again."
amelia thought about that statement before revising it.
"well, if i have to break it i promise to put more than bare minimum effort in to make up for it."
gabe smiled at her, pulling her in closer to place a kiss on her head.
"works for me, baby."
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veemo4 · 9 months
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2023 Media Thread (Re-do to add a Read More Link)
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Spark The Electric Jester 3:
Man I was holding off on spoilers for MONTHS until the holidays when I could get this game, and I only beat it in the beginning of the year and well…HOLY SHIT I didn’t know I needed existentialism in my funny little platformer- Gameplay is INSANELY solid, like honestly some of my favorite platforming controls I have ever used! Music is top notch as well!
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Nier Automata: The End of YoRHa Edition:
Holy fuck how did I manage to avoid spoilers for this game for YEARS??? That ending was beautiful~ (Yes I did do all the main endings)
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Chrono Trigger: I should preface this by saying I did modify this game a tiiiiny bit to have PS4 button prompts and fixing the Classic filter. Other than that, I can see why it’s a lot of people’s favorite RPG! Short enough in case you wanna replay it, and the foundation of the NG+ system definitely helps incentivize replays! Can’t wait to play Chrono Cross!
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Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII:
I binged both FFXIII and FFXIII-2 during October and November of last year, but took a short break to avoid burnout. And well, yeah this game was neat! I will admit though that since there’s no way to REWIND time like in Majora’s Mask that I got INSANELY stressed out but that didn’t take away from the sweet release of seeing these characters I love finally get their well-deserved happy ending :)
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Mega Man Zero:
I put this one off and on throughout like 2 years because I just wasn’t good at it, but it taught me a VERY good lesson in perseverance! Really excited to play Zero 2!
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Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII Reunion: ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK ;w; Story was pretty…alright for the most part, but I couldn’t feel attached to any of the original characters :/ Honestly my eyes were on Zack just…being real with what’s going on. I may not feel bad for when people he cares about dies, but I can EASILY emphasize with him because I know that HE knows them. Knows them more than we ever will know. Also the gameplay and music are fucking stellar.
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Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes:
I should preface all of this by saying I don’t remember what order I beat all of these in lmao. Anyways my route was Golden Wildfire and the story for it is such an improvement over its equivalent in Three Houses!!! I love Shez so much as a protagonist even if his outfit is a tiny bit dumb.
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Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker
Man I really wanted to like this. And like, music and area wise I loved it! But the story feels…It just doesn’t feel like the finality for all we’ve done so far. I could not care at all for Meteion because they spend approximately like 20 or 30 minutes making us meet them and then throwing us IMMEDIATELY into the angst like, no. This isn’t even a case of “Well I don’t care but I can understand why others do” NO THE GAME MAKES YOUR WOL FEEL BAD AS WELL, MEANING YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO CARE! NO! I DON’T! I was able to at least pretend a little bit to roleplay as needed but man. At least Footfalls and the post-endwalker dungeon themes kick ass though. (Warrior of Light’s name for me is M’bahlon Tia)
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Kirby’s Return to Dream Land Deluxe
SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE I love kirby games sm and this is no exception. REALLY loved how hard the Magolor Epilogue got at certain points though that was great.
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Fire Emblem Awakening
I CAN SEE WHY THIS SAVED THE FRANCHISE WHEN IT CAME OUT!! It’s a REALLY good game! I went with the default male Robin settings since that’s what’s in Smash Bros. And man just, everything about this game is AMAZING!!! Sadly cannot see myself replaying it anytime. I could just load my endgame save and grind out support conversations with other characters or do that…new game plus thing I think it was?
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Another Eden: The Cat Beyond Time and Space: Bound Wills and the Hollow Puppeteer
I did this event initially back when it came out (and in fact is the main reason why I played the game in the first place) But I got horrible units and died super often, and revived every chance I got. But losing my save data and getting a better unit HEAVILY boosted my chances of getting through the event and man, it was a lot of fun! I love seeing tiny mona :3 JUST LOOK AT HOW SMOL HE IS AAAAAAAAA
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Mighty Gunvolt Burst:
I had a lot of fun with this one! I used one of the DLC characters (I think they’re the Zero character from Mighty Number 9 but) it’s a great romp!
EDIT: ALSO SHOULD MENTION IT FUCKING OWO’D ME
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Final Fantasy XV
“Walk tall…my friends.” I got this game YEARS ago but haven’t truly delved into it recently. And well… That ending got to me. It really did. The gameplay took me so long to get used to (especially since I had been more used to the more refined gameplay of Final Fantasy 7 Remake 3 years prior) Music is amazing, love the characters! I just wish the other episodes were finished and weren’t just put in a novel :/
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Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door
HOLY FUCK THIS GAME WAS SO COOL. I always heard like, right, about how good this game was but I figured it was just nostalgia talking for people. NOPE. As someone who’s first paper mario game was super (never beat it, I was a really stupid child) and then played Sticker Star (Again, very stupid child but also that game is bullshit because everything is so obtuse and it sucks) But this? This was a big breath of fresh air. I am so excited to go back and play 64 and Super!!!
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The Super Mario Bros. Movie
Honestly? Way better than I was expecting. You can FEEL nintendo had a strangle-hold on the movie’s production though from how Chris Pratt in the final movie actually fucking voice acts somewhat (it’s a start), there’s no bad Illumination tropes, Peach is a dragoon, Toad and Bowser easily steal the show, and just, ALL THE REFERENCES WOW. EVEN THE NEWER THINGS. I didn’t see any Paper Mario or Mario & Luigi references though which makes me sad. I hope that if there’s a sequel it’s actually better and doesn’t fall into any traps movie sequels usually do, maybe even say if the other kingdoms from Mario Odyssey are in this universe (and maybe Isle Defino) The movie definitely could have used an extra 20 minutes spread throughout to add more to the main group dynamic.
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Mega Man Zero 2
OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER BALANCE-WISE HOLY SHIT Cyber-elves requirements to be leveled up were MASSIVELY lowered and the enemy AI isn’t as overly aggressive! Loved the music too, especially Departure and the ending theme which was adapted for the song Clover! Can’t wait to do Zero 3!
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WARE WA MESSIAH NARI! HAHAHA!
Mega Man Zero 3 was really good, but either I am getting way too good at these games or they are getting easier haha. Loved the music and gameplay though, and how Cyber Elves were handled here is absolutely the best they have ever been! If there’s any game in this series I am gonna replay, it’s Zero 3 without a doubt! On to Mega Man Zero 4, the last of the GBA era.
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Mega Man Zero 4
I finally did it. I beat the entire Mega Man Zero series. While I do not agree with how the parts and cyber elf system were handled, It was not a bad experience by any means! It felt nice following Zero’s character arc throughout these games. I’m maybe gonna take a break before I tackle Mega Man ZX, but hey, I feel like that game’s gonna be fun! It’s the only one I actually OWN on its original hardware after all! :D
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Sonic and the Black Knight
This was a fun distraction for a few hours! I had a lot of fun with this! Granted the second King Arthur fight took me an hour but besides that it was a quick and good romp! Probably has one of the best final boss themes in a sonic game I’ve ever heard! :D
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The Legend Of Zelda: A Link To The Past
Pretty fun game all things considered, but I didn’t like how punishing some of the design philosophies were in the end parts of the game. Music’s great though! Maybe I’ll revisit it one day, but not anytime soon. Still, can’t say I disliked my experience.
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The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.
Where…do I even begin with this?…It was…genuinely amazing. I was waiting for a sequel to Breath of the Wild for years, and during my high school years I was wondering how they would even follow it up! Doing a sequel to an open-world game is harder than a lot of other genres.      But yet….they did it. They somehow did it. Those 6 years of development time more than paid off. It felt…amazing to run around a changed Hyrule from the last game. The mechanics were amazing, and the character development was really cool! The new rune abilities are dope!!!    BUT THE MUSIC MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THE MUSIC OH THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD THE ENDING MUSIC MADE ME ACTUALLY CRY AHHHHHHHH PLAY THIS GAME PLAY IT NOW
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Kirby and the Forgotten Land
And here we are! Finally got around to this! It was a really dope game! Loved the combat and music! I even did most of the bonus content and the Ultimate Cup Z, but I kept dying at the final phase of the final boss of that so I just gave up lol, it’s purely bonus content anyways lol. But honestly I loved this game! Can’t wait for the next mainline kirby game!
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The Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess HD
FINALLY GOT AROUND TO PLAYING THIS ONE! I owned this on real hardware since its release date but never got far. I finally got around to it with the motivation of beating Tears of the Kingdom, and I gotta say, it’s pretty good! Not exactly like, absolutely top tier game that everyone MUST play but, it’s decent! Bosses are a big sour point though. Music was pretty decent, though the final dungeon theme is a bore. Only other current Zelda games I gotta beat are the 2D/Top-Down ones, so maybe I’ll do one of those next! Possibly either Phantom Hourglass or Spirit Tracks.
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Pokémon Scarlet
HOLY SHIT THAT ENDING SEQUENCE WAS ACTUALLY COOL AS HELL!!! Like yeah, the game has its decent chunk of technical issues but, holy shit….those last two hours of the main story are phenomenal. TOBY FOX CONTINUES TO BE THE GOAT THE MUSIC HE COMPOSED IS AMAZING! I love how easier it is to capture pokemon compared to Sword and Shield as well. I do like Dynamax raids more as a multiplayer component, but I much prefer the Tera mechanic in terms of PVP. I stlll need to do the post game before the dlc comes out later this year, but all I really got is just the refights against the gym leaders and all that jazz. There’s also the Needle thingies I gotta pull out and the wall things I gotta investigate in order to get the other legendaries, but all I really care about is finishing the core of the main story, I got other games to get to lol. Probably thinking of either Paper Mario or Chrono Cross next haha.
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Kamen Rider Heisei Generations Final: Build & Ex-Aid with Legend Riders
Okay so context: my friend @arcadiusdragoneyes​ is showing me and @darkspine576​ Kamen Rider Build since it’s one of his favorites and he wanted to indoctrinate introduce us into Kamen Rider AND IT’S FUCKING WORKING. I only know one part of this crossover, but I think it did a good job of giving across the feel of the other Kamen Rider series very well! Kamen Rider Build is so extra I love it. Can’t wait to finish Kamen Rider Build!
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write-and-buried · 2 years
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Celestial Navigation
Part 3 - First Quarter
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Summary; ....well, at least your boss knows your name
Warnings; drug use (marijuana), casual touching - F!Masturbation, the raunchiest nastiest, dirty talk, Dieter being a chaos gremlin, some descriptions of a really terrible workplace environment.
A/N; Once again, the love, support and kindness you all have shown this fic has truly blown me away and I cannot express how much I appreciate all of it. This has been a rough week for me, so thank you for being my safe space <3
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Well… at least she knows your name now.
Leaving the office at 5pm on a Friday is a cardinal sin. The other interns watch you with a curious expression as you gather your wallet and phone, shoving them hastily into your handbag. You hope they aren’t looking close enough at your face to see the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. If you get out of here in under a minute, you can cry safely on the street.
There’s no crying in this office. You made it through the first round of layoffs, the relief an itch in your chest as you watched co-workers pack their desks, move their little succulent plants into cardboard boxes and vanish. All their work was farmed out to all of you, 100 people whittled down to seventy with the same amount of papers. It was inevitable that something would get missed.
And you missed it. A line in one of the thousand spreadsheets, not updated, the formula not copied over. Ones and zeroes that caused the math to implode, for everything to grind to a halt until they found your error, fixed it and resumed the churning pace, each of you glued to screens with headphones and mouths set into a grim line.
She didn’t yell at you. It was in the raise of her eyebrow, the twitch of her finger over her keyboard, the way you watched her manicured nails hover over the “delete” key, as if it would have real world consequences. It was an hour of dressing down, of explaining the mistake in its simplest terms, as though you were an infant, your first class of your first year. No sympathy for the late nights or caffeine fuelled mornings, where you dragged yourself into the office mere hours after leaving it.
“I want you to take the weekend and consider your future with this company.” She sniffed, her eyes narrowing as she looked over your attire. “We certainly will”
There’s nothing waiting for you at your apartment except a Lean Cuisine and a dead plant. The streets are full of people in the same business attire as you, listening to podcasts and talking on headsets, they part around you like a rock in a river, barely noticing the tears that are now flowing freely down your cheeks. Nobody would stop if you were screaming, it doesn’t matter that it’s silent.
You start to walk.
*
Fall meant blankets for Dieter. He pulled them from the linen cupboard in his kitchen with something akin to glee, emptying the shelves of the rainbow of fleece and thick comforters, spreading them around his apartment as he walked in and out of the balcony, breathing in the air that chilled his lungs.
Summer had left without a goodbye, no final send-off of scorching heat or sticky sidewalks. Instead, the sun rose one morning on air that felt crisp, that chilled lungs and demanded steam in a hot shower, for the tea to be steeped a moment longer, the mug to warm your hands. Taking on an orange hue as the stores changed from bright colours to warm earth tones, the occasional pop of Halloween peeking through as hemlines got longer. Dieter reached for sweatpants most mornings.
He called you once a week. He saw you once a week. That was the baseline established. You would come in on a weekend in the mid-morning rush, and he would get a call, Owen, or sometimes Molly letting him know of your arrival. It was his wakeup call some days, just a few steps away from opening his eyes to see you first thing. He fell down the last stair most mornings. You would sit and talk with him, people watch in his carved out corner as you drank your coffee, ate a muffin. You asked him about himself, and he answered you honestly.
You seemed wholly unsurprised about the drugs, the women, the men. He had only made oblique references, a highlight reel of parties and tabs of LSD, you even laughed when he told you about Bertha, the strawberry-banana weed plant growing in the abandoned bathtub on his balcony. You guessed correctly that he preferred to grow his own, no pesticides or interference. He’d used the seeds from his last harvest, grown her again and marvelled at the cycle of life. Owen brought up the used coffee grounds once a week for fertilizer. He got the jars from goodwill.
You admitted your own indulgence was a glass of good Chardonnay. He’d stocked his fridge with Chablis right next to the blueberries, his whiskey remaining on top of the fridge, bottles emptied and repurposed, growing flowers out of makers mark on his nightstand.
The phone calls were his favourite. The shyness about you disappeared, you were more willing to admit things, less willing to suffer the silence as he waited for you to expand on an answer. If you didn’t want to answer something, you told him and he asked a different question. Your favourite colour was of ruby grapefruits.
He smoked and painted while you talked, bowls of fruit and tidily rolled joints accompanying your laughter. He loved to make you laugh. It tugged at his insides when you said you rarely did otherwise. On the weekends you chatted with Owen and Molly, lingering at the counter while Owen ground and pressed, and Molly doodled on your receipt. They knew better than to charge you, so you compromised by buying someone else’s.
You had no tattoos, the only piercings simple studs in your ear. You’d looked interested as he slowly filled in the triangles on his forearms, but didn’t ask him. He was still resisting the urge to push, to unfurl his fingers and reach to touch you in those quiet lulls of conversation. Feel your skin again under his thumbs, as if he could ever forget the sensation.
The scent of melted dark chocolate and cannabutter was thick in his kitchen. He could feel a mild contact high as a fuzz in his limbs as he watched them blend together. A floured pan was waiting for the brownies off to the side, and so far he’d only burned the tip of one finger on the cooktop. His lungs were too old for the crispness of the air, and after a few days of sobriety in the guise of a tolerance break, he found the scribbled brownie recipe in a Julia Child cookbook he had been given more than a decade ago.
He would call you tonight. Your last call had ended with his honesty. You still seemed to hedge whenever he opened, this delicate dance of advance and retreat. Every time you asked a question, you knew the answer, but seemed surprised when he gave it to you anyway. It was well past two am, the streets quiet as he watched the fan spin above him, listened to you talk again about ambitions and goals and plans that had more steps than the recipes he followed.
You hesitated, faltering at the finish. He wanted to ask you “What then?” what happens when you check every item off your list, when you’ve undoubtably achieved everything you want to and there’s no moon left to reach for – which lofty star would gain the focus of your new pursuits. But he let the silence linger, waiting for the question he could taste in the air, smoke curling from the ashtray at his bedside.
“Dieter… do you ever wonder what the rest of your life looks like?”
“No Loulou… this is the rest of my life. Talking on the phone with you.”
*
“Sorry we’re closed”
The bell creaks your arrival, groaning under the pressure of the day as you shove the door open. You don’t know why you’re here, why your feet brought you, protesting the impractical heels that carried you blocks and blocks in the dwindling sunlight. Everything hurts from crying, your face angry hot from the tears. The reasons left you in the smog from screaming cabs, catching in the choking pollution until you were blind with it, left with nothing but a hollow despair.
“Did you hear, I said… oh fuck!” Owen turned and blanched as he looked at you, dropping the rag he was using to polish the gleaming machine.
“I’m ok, everything’s ok, I’m sorry, I just…” you start, shame creeping up your spine as you watch the colour drain from his thin face. He scrambles, beads clinking merrily as he ducks behind the curtain.
“DIETER!” His voice booms, loud and echoing around the empty shop as you jump, holding your elbows as you glance at the door, wanting to run, to go home to your dead plant and sad dinner and pretend you didn’t have a breakdown. To glance nervously at your phone with a glass of chardonnay and hope he calls.
Instead he appears, dishevelled in sweats and a bathrobe that’s at least three sizes too big. He’s wearing sunglasses, there’s a stain that looks like chocolate on his cheek. He carries with him the same frantic energy, spiced this time with fear as he sees you, takes stock of your appearance and points at the chair, the faded mustard yellow that’s unofficially yours.
“Owen, grab one of those veggie pastries, make a hot chocolate and fuck off” he says, his voice stricter than you’ve heard it before, a glint of danger as he watches you, the painful shuffle as you make your way through the mismatched desks and tables.
He crouches rather than sits, close enough that you can smell the air on him, the crispness of fall and spices that cling to his clothing. Close enough you could count the greys in his beard. He watches as you fold in on yourself, shoes dropping to the floor with an echoing thunk as you curl into the familiar softness of his company. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes darting frantically around your features as you hear Owen in the background.
There’s a clink, a steaming cup and a plate placed beside you, as Owen offers you a smile, palms Dieter’s shoulder as he leaves in silence. The lock sounds heavy as it clicks behind him.
“Eat, Loulou” he says, his hands splayed wide on the armrests of the chair. You watch as his thumbs tick like metronomes as he strokes the fabric. This is the closest he’s been, since that first day. He doesn’t touch you, besides the accidental brushing of clothed knees as you sit in the mid mornings. He gestures when he talks, tugging at his clothes or his hair, watching your own limbs as you sit still, pen poised in your grip, hovering over the journal you always intend to write in.
The pastry is good, full of rich vegetables and buttery soft flakes, the hot chocolate steals the heat from your face, distributing it throughout your body as he waits patiently for you to finish. He brings you an extra napkin, you dry your eyes.
“Owen can’t deal with crying women. We had this woman once, who would come in and read these tragic romances, and sob over her latte. He went to this bookstore in Hell’s Kitchen and bought her all these bodice ripping pirate novels and told her she was banned from reading anything without at least two nipples on the front cover.”
You hiccup a laugh.
“Her names Mallory, they trade Kindle recommendations for books with aliens with blue dicks now”
“I’m sorry Dieter, I didn’t mean to… I should just go, this was stupid, I’m sorry, I’ve worried you for nothing and it’s stupid really. Honestly, I’m fine, it was just a bad day, I made this mistake, and it was completely my fault and I should have known better and I shouldn’t be crying, I should have just done it properly the first time”
“Can I give you a hug?” He asks. “Would that be okay?”
He waits. Perched on the balls of his feet as though his knees aren’t screaming in protest, as if his whole body hadn’t been jolted by electricity from the sight of you in pain. The roar of primal rage that flooded every sense the minute he saw the tears glistening on your cheeks brought him back to his youth, to the cocaine fuelled bar brawls and waking up with sticky fists. He gave it up in his twenties, but found he felt the need to scorch the earth to find those that caused you pain. You nod. Just a tiny jerk of your chin, your eyes filling again as he watches your fiddle with the hem of your shirt, looking down to try and blink them away.
He's stronger than he looks. The baggy clothes hiding a thick frame as he lifts you, depositing you back onto the armchair, curled exactly the same with him beneath you. He wraps the bathrobe around you both, bringing his arms around your middle as your head rests on his shoulder. He’s warm. Soft and broad beneath you as you feel his body still when your hair brushes his cheek.
Its easier, to bury the words in his skin. To talk into his shoulder, your eyes on the pulse of his throat as you explain your day. The dressing down from your boss, the judgemental eyes on you as you left the fluorescent lighting of the office, the pain in your feet from walking here. That you weren’t even sure why you were here, just that you didn’t want to go home. His thumb smooths a steady rhythm on your hip, rubbing tiny gentle circles over the robe and your clothing. You can feel him breathing beneath you, his warmth floods your senses.
“You don’t have to go home” he says quietly.
He still thinks you’re soulmates. He still thinks that this friendship you’ve fostered is the kindling to a blazing inferno. You don’t tell him about the coffee dates you sometimes go on throughout the week, about the men you swipe right on Tinder, the hopes you pin to white smiles and JDs.
“I can’t”
“I have a batch of weed brownies cooling on the counter. A stack of movies and very comfy couch. Nothing else.” He says, shrugging so you look at him. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes” its an answer without hesitation.
“I’m not going to use your shitty workday as an excuse to tempt you into bed. We can get high and watch movies and fall asleep. That’s it – we’re friends right now Loulou, this is what friends do. Promise”
He hooks his pinkie into yours, nudging his nose against your cheek as he nods, waiting for you to agree. When you do, he lifts you to your feet, grabbing your shoes as you wander slowly behind the beaded curtain.
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Everything is green. There are plants in every corner of the apartment. Apartment is generous for the room you’re standing in. Shaped in an awkward rectangle with a sliding door, a small kitchen is crammed into a corner, shelves sit uneven, their contents sliding drunk with gravity. A huge deep green couch in front of a large television, looking every bit as soft and comfortable as promised. Hiding behind a wicker screen is his bed, which is when you start laughing.
“Like it?” he asks, grinning as he flicks off light switches, darkening the hallway leading to the stairs. Its round. Huge and sprawling, pillows piled against the wall with crisp sheets tucked awkwardly on the rounded edges. You can see where he sleeps with the comforter, puddled in the middle and your brain provides you with an absurd image of him, a frog on this lily pad, talking on the phone with you as the ceiling fan spins above.
“It’s very you” you shrug, gravitating towards the corner, paint and canvases stacked like pizza boxes, a tower almost as tall as you. The easel is propped on a brick, the work only half finished as you look at it. Its streaks of midnight, deep rich blues as you look closer, the tiny speckles of the universe behind a moon made of spun lace, glued to the canvas. In the foreground, two tiny figures sit hand in hand, as if observing the webbing above them.
“This is beautiful” you say, reaching your hand towards the texture, stopping yourself at the smell of fresh paint. He hasn’t finished it yet, some white canvas peeking through the edges.
“Thank you” he says, grabbing your hand and pressing forward. Your fingerprints are left on the sticky surface, they come away streaked purple. “I’m going to suggest something that’s going to freak you out a little bit. Take a shower. I’m going to give you some of my clothes to change into – you can’t be comfortable all buttoned up like this. Half a brownie and a shower, and then we’ll watch some movies”
He wipes your hand on his shirt, taking most of the pigment with it as he strolls to his cluttered counter, a tray of half cut brownies waiting on the edge, balanced precariously. You can see the jars behind him, half full of buds of weed in mason jars. There’s an orchid growing out of a bottle of Makers Mark.
He grabs dark sweats from a haphazardly folded pile, pulls one shirt, then another, before settling on a third and giving them to you. From his pantry he gives pulls a towel in jewel tones before opening the door to his bathroom, depositing them on a cluttered vanity. You catch a glimpse of more plants before he skitters back to the kitchen, a knife held loosely in his grip as he ponders the slab of brownie.
“Have you…”
“I went to college Dieter” you reply, rolling your eyes.
He cuts two pieces, cutting one in half before offering it to you. The chocolate smells rich and heavenly, decadent in the weight of it as you take a bite, the flavours exploding across your tongue as you taste cinnamon and brown sugar, just a hint of the vegetal weed exploding across your senses.
He eats the other half, and then another piece as you finish yours. You notice the way he lingers on your lips as you suck the chocolate from your thumb. He points to the bathroom; you enter to another jungle. There’s a plant in a terracotta pot in the corner of his shower. All the soap is cluttered on the floor.
But the shower itself is a marvel. You lock the door behind you and stare, the giant square head protruding right from the ceiling, and you know it will rain down on you like that first day you met him, heavy and warm and soothing. You fold your clothes neatly, rolling them to fit in your handbag as you turn the water on, immediately jealous of the hot water streaming from his taps.
It washes down the drain at your feet as you turn under the heavy spray. The tension that had been slowly leaking from your pores turns to a gush as you relax, allowing your eyes to drift shut as the hot water hammers your shoulders, your palms braced on the tile. Idly, you wonder if Dieter had ever placed his hands here, if he stood in this same position.
It was cold enough to stand outside and will himself to calm down. The sound of the shower had his cock perking up with interest. It had been silenced by your tears as you moulded yourself onto his lap, but the idea that you were naked mere feet from him had brought it back to life with a roar. He forced himself into the cold, tucking himself into the waistband of his sweats as he looked over his apartment. He shoved the toys into the bottom drawer, wincing at the stickiness of dried lube as he made note to run them through the dishwasher in the morning. He turned off the overhead lights, grabbing a weighted blanket from the bed and throwing it with a grunt onto the couch.
The lava lamp on the coffee table gave off a blueish softness, making him feel as though he was underwater, his limbs heavy as he loaded up a bowl with salted cashews, grabbing a few sodas from his fridge as he scrolled through the DVD menu, waiting to hear the water stop.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, you look so good in his clothes. Your hair is still damp as you exit, clouds of steam billowing with you as if you’re a goddess come to earth, shoving your handbag into a corner with his laundry. His brain is static, all white noise and lust as he watches the way his shirt stretches across your tits. You’re wearing fabric that has touched his skin, that smells like him. You’re going to smell like him. His cock twitches dangerously at his hip.
“Dracula first” he says, amazed he found words other than begging you to let him taste what you taste like mixed together.
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Everything is so deliciously warm. You’re under a blanket that presses on your thighs, the weight making you feel heavy. Everything is clouds and deep breaths, blurry and hazy, a film left too long exposed. Your fingers are salty from cashews, the texture on your skin making a pleasant hum as you shift closer to Dieter again. He’s blurry too, as though you’re looking at him underwater, and your palm, swimming in and out of focus makes you giggle, as you trace the lines he did, trying to recreate his steps.
“Mount of Venus” you say, your tongue thick and warbling as you press into the padded flesh.
“Mhm” he replies, deep and rumbling, an ancient carving next to you. You rest your head on his shoulder, your palm in his lap and wait.
“Pleasure” he says, his fingers twitching across the blanket. “Love of beauty, and expression. Warm and open, giving to others. Intimacy, sexual expression”
“You said mine was pronounced.” You grab his hand, flipping it in the mirror of your first meeting, trailing your fingers across his palm. You feel him shiver next to you. “Yours is too”
“Mhm” he repeats, his head lolling to look at you. He’s beautiful really. The blue shadows dancing across his features. His skin is soft, the lines deep in his face. There are mismatched patches on his beard, he’s greying around the jaw. You want to scrape a finger across it, but your arms feel too heavy to lift.
“I’m not going to kiss you Bette” he says, flipping his hand onto yours, matching those movements with a delicate touch. It races up your spine, flames licking at your senses as you sigh, shift even closer to him.
“Why not?”
“We’re high. And I made a promise. And I haven’t gotten tested, and you haven’t gotten tested, so even if I was going to kiss you, I’d have to deny myself everything else. And if I did kiss you, you’d vanish so fast in the morning, and it would take months to get back here. And if I want you like this by the New Year, it’s better to be patient”
He sounds sober in the moment. A determination in his voice as he presses his thumb into your pulse. You know he’s right. The tiny voice that’s drowned by weed shouts agreement. You would run from him in the morning – you’d know immediately it was a mistake.
“And if we weren’t?” you ask, edging yourself over the flame.
“Are you sure you want to know?” he asks, nodding to the TV, where Boris Karloff follows the Ave Maria to find a friend.
“Tell me what I’m missing”
“Have you ever been properly fucked beautiful girl?”
He watches the way your pupils’ contract. The tremble in your lip at the hitch in your breath. He feels your pulse jump beneath his fingers, feels the twin twitch beneath his own sweats. He’s thought about nothing but properly fucking you, of taking apart every put together piece of you and rearranging them between his sheets. Of finding every spot that makes you giggle, squirm, moan. Of what you look like covered in a thin film of sweat, of the way you swallow when you cum.
“Yes” you whisper.
“Liar” he accuses. “You’d be thinking of them right now, not wondering what I mean. Do you know what I mean Loulou? When I say I want to properly fuck you?”
“No” its breathy and soft, and he knows that’s exactly what you’ll sound like when he finally buries himself to the hilt inside you.
“I’ve thought about it a lot.”
He’s throbbing, thankful and mournful for the weighted blanket not betraying the weight of his cock pressed into his hip. He can feel it, the first sticky bead as it seeps into the waistband. You’re watching his mouth, your eyes focused on his tongue over teeth as he sucks in a breath, tries to calm himself.
“I’d start at your neck. I know someone in college probably got it right on accident. Found the spot where if you scrape their teeth just right, you’d whimper. That spot, and then the others, under your jaw, right down the middle of your throat. I’m going to mark you; my beard alone will leave you red. But I want my teeth as well, I want to brand it right over your pulse, watch it bloom like an opening flower. I want you weak kneed, grinding up against me because you’re already soaking wet.”
“Do you think you’re that good?”
“I know I’m that good. It’s the getting you naked part that will be a problem the first time. Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. I think I’m going to destroy a bit of your clothing, my clothing, to begin with. I’m a fan of a good striptease, but I think that will have to wait until later. Once the ravenous hunger has died down a bit.”
You squirm. Just enough that he knows you’re pressing your thighs together, that some of the lazy warmth has concentrated right between your legs.
“I have to taste you. I’m desperate to taste you. Some days I lay on that bed and think about all the different ways I want to. I want to have you spread open on that armchair downstairs so I can see just how wet you are – I want you on my face, I want to pull all your weight on me, so I can feel how your whole body twitches when you cum. I want to watch you open for me, watch the way your clit swells every time I wrap my lips around it, the throbbing of your cunt before I even work my fingers inside.”
You whimper. Its enough to make him hiss. A strain against his muscles as he grinds his hips into nothing. You’re both unsettled now, shifting to find comfort against your own skin. His cock hurts, and you’re right here and you smell like him, and all he’s touching is your palm.
“You’d take one finger for me, easy. Two and three might take more coaxing, but I know you’ll take them for me. You’ll be so out of it by the first time I make you cum that the second and third will feel like a wave, crashing and breaking and not stopping. I think three might make you squirt; I hope it does. I want to be drenched in you, drink it down. I think you’re going to taste like blueberries, sugared and sweet and dripping. I want my palm soaked in you; this mount of Venus pressed right up against your clit. If you’re good for me, if you do what I want, I’ll share. I’ll gather all of you onto my tongue and spit it right in your mouth. Ill make you cum again with my tongue halfway down your throat.”
“Jesus…”
“You need stretching Loulou. I need to take my time, even though I’ll be fucking the sheets like a wild animal, getting them sticky and wet with how much I want you. If you’re sitting on my face, you might see me fuck my fist to take the edge off – a poor substitute as I’ve discovered”
“Why?”
“You know why” he replies, flipping your wrist to press against him over the blankets. He watches as your eyes widen, the thickness of him matching the delicate bones in your wrist. He pulls your hand away before you can curl your fingers in the fabric. He watches your free hand disappear beneath the blankets, the way your eyes glaze over as you press your fingers between your thighs.
“Once you’re ready, you’ll have to get used to it. It’s going to take time, for me to cram my cock inside you. You’re going to feel like heaven, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold off from pounding your slick little cunt. I’ll need you to help me, rake your nails through my hair, down my back, mark me up like I’ve marked you. If you need toys, I have them. If you want to watch the way you fit me I’ll film it.”
“Then what” he can see your hips rocking beneath the blankets. The lazy slow fucking of your own hand over his clothing makes him groan. He’s dangerously close himself, the weight of the elastic on the head of his cock enough to have him dribbling, he can feel it sliding over his skin, seeping into his shirt as he closes his eyes, willing himself not to cum.
“You’ll get fucked properly beautiful. I’ll fuck you until you can’t form words, until you’re drooling from my fingers in your mouth, until you can’t hold yourself upright. Until all your body knows how to do is submit to it. To give in and sink under and cum again, so hard you squeeze my fat cock out, so I can run it across that swollen berry of a clit and make you scream. Wherever I cum, you’re sharing. If its in your pretty little mouth you can’t swallow, I want to kiss you till its dripping all over your tits. If its inside you I’m going to fuck a dildo into you and lick it off. I want it on your skin, I want it on my skin. I want every time to be so fucking filthy we need to change the sheets. I want you as ruined as I am, for anybody else but me.”
“Dieter…” you whimper, your nails digging into his palm as he watches you stiffen, the little shudders across your skin as it breaks out in goosebumps, your mouth falling open in a moan. The bite of pain across his hand strikes the match and he cums, panting and untouched into his own skin, threading his fingers through yours to hold your hand, both of you squeezing in time.
He shifts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he drags you to lay in the deep couch, curled up against his chest. You can smell the mingled scent of your release in the air as you press your face into his shirt, suddenly embarrassed as his hand rests between your shoulder blades.
“Then… we do this. You lay in my arms, or I lay in yours and we catch our breath together. There will be some differences, if you’re wearing a shirt, my hand will be up it, I can already tell I’m going to be obsessed with your tits”
You smile, some of the embarrassment shrinking at the matter-of-factness in his tone.
“And then we fall asleep, and when we wake up, we do it all again. That is the rest of my life Loulou.”
You can’t think of what to say. Shifting to place your hands on his hips you allow yourself the luxury of relaxing into his arms, his thumb stroking the same metronome on your spine as you close your eyes and let the exhaustion pull you under, a deep and dreamless sleep.
You wake before him in the morning. The sobering light coming from his balcony makes you stiffen. Fear boils like filtered water through your blood as you taste salt on your lips. His hold on you has slackened in sleep, allowing you to slip free without waking him, searching for your shoes, grabbing your handbag from the corner. Processing the night before isn’t an option. You need some distance to put it in a box, and label it as something other than the emotion coiling in your belly like an angry viper. You find your shoes on his counter.
As you walk past the couch he grabs your hand. You look down at him, his eyes bleary with sleep as he smiles at you. He says nothing, hooking his pinkie into yours and nodding. He lets you go, closing his eyes as you stand like a statue in front of him.
You don’t give yourself time to second guess the decision before you crawl back under the blanket. He reaches over you and presses play.
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claymorexpunisher · 10 months
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She Might Be Your Girl, But She's Calling Me Daddy (18+ Fic) (Ch. 2/3)
I've accepted the fact that some ideas just have to be fleshed out into multiple chapters...Harper appears in one of my other fics, Liberacion, but I'm excited to write more for her. The possibilities are endless! Hope you all love her stupid ass. 💙
As always, I appreciate the support. Anyway, enjoy Harper and Rhea's messiness!! Sorry to leave yall on a cliffhang-... No I'm not! 😹 💋
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I make sure to tag isnt your cup of tea, do not read it.
Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/OFC
Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together?? CERTAINLY NOT IN THIS CHAPTER, PENDEJOS BAHAHAHA!
Tags: 18+, maaaybe some Daddy kink cuz like... have yall seen Rhea?? I haven't decided yet, though... consensual sex, friends with benefits, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...
Word Count: 934
I 100% didn’t wanna go to dinner with Rhea, Danny, and everyone else.
I’ve had this sinking feeling in my stomach since I agreed to Rhea’s invitation, and that feeling has only grown since.
Something in Rhea’s demeanor made me feel like things could go south at the dinner real fuckin quick…
And again, I questioned things.
I couldn’t even begin to fathom why Rhea seemed a bit snarky when it came to Daniel, but it was beginning to get on my nerves.
In the last few days, I couldn’t bring Danny up without Rhea having some bullshit to say even though she claimed that we were cool.
Two seconds away from texting Rhea and coming with an excuse to cancel the whole thing, I saw my phone light up on my bedside table with a text from Corbs.
As of late, he’s been thoroughly enjoying the drama that has ensued.
Just by looking at him, I knew he was saying ‘’I told you so’’.
But I couldn’t think of that.
I couldn’t think that Rhea could even possibly feel the same way I did.
Why? I don’t know.
But the thought terrified me as much as it filled me with happiness.
It was a fuckin weird position to be in.
Sometimes I wished that I could fess up to Rhea, but something always held me back.
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Laughing to myself, I did just that and slept a little bit more soundly.
As much as we liked to bust each other’s balls, Corbs and I trusted each other with our lives and I knew that despite him acting like a gossiping ole lady, he always had my best interest at heart.
If shit hit the fan at this dinner, I’d deal with it.
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As I got dressed earlier, I felt like I was in a bit of a haze.
I didn’t wanna overdo it since we weren’t going to a particularly fancy restaurant, so I settled for a Motionless in White muscle tee, some ripped jeans, lipstick, a cute purse and some cute heels.
I didn’t even think as I was getting dressed, but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again…
‘’Why are you so nervous? They’re not meeting you for the first time.’’ Danny chuckled and rubbed my thigh affectionately as he drove us to Applebees and my knee bounced anxiously up and down.
The closer we got to the restaurant; I felt a shred of that anxiety return.
This felt wrong.
Just wrong.
But I wanted things to work out with Danny.
I really did… I think?
No, I liked Danny.
And naturally, I wanted my friends to like him too.
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‘’I’m not nervous! I’m just hungry.’’ I lied, sticking my tongue out playfully.
‘’Goin as fast as I can, babe.’’ Danny chuckled again as he spun the steering wheel smoothly and made a left. ‘’Are they there already?’’ He asked before I pulled my phone out from my purse to ask my friends just that.
My stomach flipped a little when I looked at my phone to see that Rhea and Corbs were already there.
The second we arrived, the fuckshit began…
As Rhea eyes scanned my body up and down, and I saw her eyes zero in on my slightly oversized tee, my stomach sank.
There was recognition in her eyes.
A realization that made me realize my silly mistake.
The smirk on her face was very much like the cat who was just about to eat the canary and I immediately put 2 and 2 together, but it was too late.
‘’Oh! I was wondering where that shirt went. Good to know its in safe its in safe hands,’’ she said and winked at me before she settled back into the booth and lazily sipped her drink.
I could feel my face heat up and Danny’s grip on my hand went a bit slack.
I gave it a squeeze, but I said nothing.
The shirt was just fuckin comfortable, okay?
Her comment was completely unnecessary.
‘Oh, shut up. You know you love wearing something of hers. You always have. It makes you feel… hers.’’ That pesky voice in the back of my head piped in for the 28248438th time in the last few months.
‘’We already ordered drinks since we got here a bit early.’’ Baron said to Danny and me after he introduced himself to fill the silence.
‘’Oh ok!’’ I replied and I awkwardly slid into the booth next to Danny and across from Rhea.
When the boys arrived, the agony continued.
‘’So, you guys met on the road?’’ Dom asked, looking between me and Danny who stood almost rim-rod straight in the booth.
The tension between him and Rhea could be cut with a chainsaw, and I wanted nothing more than to run out of there and go home and cuddle with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
‘’We did. When you guys came to Missouri, Harper and I ran into each other at a bookstore. I was there shopping with my little sister. She actually recognized Harper,’’ Danny laughed, and I blushed.
Rhea’s eyes went to me before landing back on Danny.
‘’We got to talkin’ and here we are.’’ Danny smiled at me.
I gave him a small smile that I tried to mean, then I focused back on my food.
‘’Harper didn’t mention that. So modest.’’ Rhea said while Finn, Corbin and Dom sat back and pretty much watched this all unfold.
This was starting to feel like a trainwreck I couldn’t stop.
‘’Are you fan of pro wrestling?’’ Damian asked Danny.
His tone or demeanor weren’t unkind, but I could see him observing Danny closely.
Damian was as easygoing as he was observant, not much went past him.
‘’My little sister is more so than me. I haven’t watched any of the shows in a minute. Sorry!’’ Daniel cringed playfully, making everyone laugh softly.
Except Rhea, of course.
‘’Really? That’s odd… your Instagram says that you were at the last years’ Rumble. And the year after that… and the one after that too. Seems a bit much for not being a fan.’’ She said, raising a brow slightly as Daniel stammered before he recovered.
“Well like I said, my sister loves watching. And her birthday usually falls around that time. So, I took her to a couple Royal Rumbles,’’ he shrugged.
But Rhea wouldn’t let up and I had had enough.
‘’So why isn’t she in any of those pos-‘’ She started to go back in until I held a hand up.
‘’Rhea, can I talk to you for a sec?’’ I smiled politely, getting up with her and dumping my napkin onto the table.
Danny’s flustered reaction did raise some alarm bells, I’ll admit.
But I still thought that Rhea was outta order.
‘’What the hell’s your problem with Danny? Ever since you’ve known of his existence you’ve done nothing but act like a complete douche about him. What is wrong?’’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, and leaned against the wall of the hallway leading into the ladies’ bathroom.
‘’I don’t trust him.’’ Rhea shrugged and I scoffed.
‘’On what grounds? Because his little sister isn’t plastered on his Instagram? She’s a child, Rhea! Maybe her parents don’t want her face all over the internet. Ever thought of that?!’’ I exclaimed before I remembered we were in public, and I lowered my voice.
‘’He’s a gym bro, he’s been to a couple shows- and not just Rumbles- and he’s claiming that he doesn’t watch any of it? Gimme a break, Harper. You can’t be this dense…’’ Rhea said impatiently, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans.
I squinted at her, jolting back a bit.
‘’Are you implying… are you implying that Danny’s only with me to get a foot in the door in the business?’’ I asked, my jaw dropping a bit at her bluntness and a little bit hurt.
Seeing the hurt in my eyes, Rhea grabbed my hand.
Just that small touch felt like heaven despite how irritated I was, and I once again remembered where we were.
And more importantly, with whom.
‘’Babe, I’m only looking out for you. I’m not getting good vibes, that’s all… but if you want me to back off, I’ll back off.’’ She murmured.
I knew some part of her did mean well.
But she wasn’t going about it in the best way, and I wasn’t about to let that slide.
I’ve let too much slide from her as it is.
Though I’ll admit I felt like a giant hypocrite.
Deep down I knew that I was only defending Danny this hard because I wanted to keep living this bullshit lie.
But nobody had to know that.
‘’Good. No more snide shitty comments, no more incessant questions… just, no more. Okay?’’ I demanded.
Rhea nodded, agreeing to behave for the rest of the evening.
And she did.
Little did I know things were about to come to an explosive halt soon…
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tractorbeamofwoe · 1 month
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Gabriel Michael headcanons
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(AKA lore I just made up) Hi I’m a little bit obsessed with sorry!will actually and especially his character from We Saved a Kingdom and this is also the first thing I’ve written and posted for this fandom so enjoy I guess ok bye <33
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Gabriel loves animals, literally spends hours outside in the castle gardens scattering seeds and nuts in the grass in the hopes it would attract birds and squirrels.
Sometimes animals will even come up and eat straight from his hand, which makes him lowkey emotional.
A bird once landed on his shoulder and it gave him such a confidence boost.
Rescues injured animals as well of course. He's nursed a number of rabbits, squirrels, foxes and deer back to health.
I like to imagine Helen reincarnated as a deer that came to eat nuts and berries from his hand once and kept nudging him for attention.
She sort of stuck around and became the resident deer in the castle.
No one really realised it was her until she was down by the river one day and she was sniffing at one specific spot. The exact spot where she left Gabriel as a toddler and the exact spot where he was found again by Thomas.
She even finds a basket in a patch of reeds and carries it in her mouth to her son before dropping it at his feet, as if amazed that the 6’6 prince in front of her was once the tiny 3 year old who fit in her arms.
And Gabriel’s so worried he's not the man she imagined he'd be or that he's not making her proud :((
But she quickly shuts down all those assumptions with various head nudges and face licks
He's so used to his father putting pressure on him to be a certain way that he'd never expect it of other people. In fact he'd actively encourage you to be yourself around him and let you know he's a safe space for you to talk about your passions and fears.
I mean you saw how he befriended Dark Dave with zero hesitation and, even knowing he killed his mother, he accepted him as his adoptive dad
Literally the biggest supporter of his gay dads that man is an ally
Helen HATES Thomas and as she should. When she gets let into the castle she recognises his stuff like his crown and she probably gags
Tries to play matchmaker for her son cause there's no way she's gonna be reunited with him after so long just to watch him be a sad loser.
Basically he just loves all creatures big and small
That being said though I feel like he doesn't want to end up with the richest princess in the land as his father encouraged, because that feels in-genuine and more like a business transaction. I can see him settling down with someone more magical like a witch or a shapeshifter instead (reminds him of Dark Dave)
He'd grab all the ingredients they need for their potions even if he has to go to the furthest swamp or forest to get them.
In return they use their powers or potions to heal any injured animals he brings in.
It's canon confirmed he became a dark wizard after the events of the episode as well so they're a perfect match.
I'd like to think he only uses his newly acquired powers for good, though a villain arc would be something interesting to explore at a later date.
He’s more of a healer than a fighter. The thought of battle terrifies him, no matter how much Thomas tries to beat it into him.
Anxious boy
And yeah Thomas was really rough on him growing up so it doesn’t surprise me he’d have a villain arc.
I don't think he'd be a very good villain though sorry.
Haha 'sorry'
Also goes through an angsty “it’s not a phase dad UGH!” phase
Lord knows where he got his love of theatre from but I think it would be silly if his American accent was the product of a curse placed on him as an infant by Dark Dave as a way to get back at Thomas (aside from, you know, killing his wife)
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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 months
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Did you finish the S2 of the Total Drama Reboot (all the eps are out already) ? I did and while the season started strong the ending flopped badly imo.
Incoming spoilers (and long rant) if you haven't watched it yet:
The winner is not it I'm sorry. Wayne is a cool character but he had zero stand outs moments to justify his win. They tried to recreate Owen's win in Island but at least Owen was really strong in some challenges (including destroying the main villain Heather in the final 3 challenge). Wayne literally flopped hard in almost all of the challenges this season and then got hard carried by his best friend's boyfriend in the final 3 for his win. Also I don't understand how he got so many enthusiastic supporters when Raj and Bowie were the only characters he interacted with from that group, especially cause he didn't even need them as Bowie literally did almost all the work for him by himself.
Julia dominated this season but it felt hollow, she quite literally had no opposition left after she got Bowie booted off. Imagine if Heather got booted in the middle point of World Tour and Alejandro just freely dominated his way into a final 3 with the likes of DJ and Cody (which he somehow would've still lost just to have one of the good guys win). That's pretty much how I felt about the final 3 from this season. Mkulia (and their cheating conflict with Bowraj) did carry the first half, so I'm gonna give them that.
Priyaleb literally got turned into a Skave 2.0 with their flip floppity mess drama just without the "Keith" plot point at the end to bomb out their relationship completely. They turned Priya into a Courtney knock-off who's more obsessed with revenge and winning (even tho she already won a season) than her own boyfriend. She even seems to despise Caleb's personality and is only in love with the idea of having a hot boyfriend (just like Courtney seemed in love with the thrill of being with a bad boy than Duncan himself and we know how that relationship ended up). Honestly if they bring up this couple for another season they're def gonna have a huge messy break up, I just don't see them lasting with the way they've been portrayed in these last S2 eps.
Ngl but I actually enjoyed Ripaxel, even tho they were just the gross comedic relief side couple. Surprisingly Ripper treated Axel like a Queen (unlike Caleb who just kept embarrassing his girl over and over on international tv) and Axel stopped abusing him completely after they started dating, so they're unironically one of the healthiest TDI couples so far. And even tho they're the horny couple at least Ripper really does seem to have genuine feelings for her unlike Priya for Caleb.
And I really hated the Hockey Bros flanderization this season. Last season they were dumb himbos but they were still very competent in the team challenges, heck arguably the best overall from their team. But this season they literally got turned into man children who probably wouldn't be able to cross the street without Bowie around to take them by their hands. Which literally didn't make sense at all when this season was supposed to focus more on them than the last one.
They really had Millie go crazy in that one ep and almost kill Damien just to win a challenge, but honestly I kinda dig that. Her team was so boring that they needed at least one (secretly) unhinged member.
Bowie was clearly weaker as a character this season but he still served. Scary Girl was technically in only 2 episodes and you know she still SERVED. I didn't really care about the other characters this season tbf.
So overall it might still not be the worst season (I mean All Stars and Pahkitew still exist) but season 1 of the Reboot was def superior imo. While I'm not opposed to at least some of this cast coming back in a future season I really hope they create a new cast beforehand if they get the greenlight for new seasons cause they're already exhausting all the plotlines for this one and some of them already started to become flanderized. At the very least they should add new characters and change the location to shake things up if they still want to go ahead with this cast.
So Yes, I did finish Season 2
And much like season 1 I found it mid. I think Season 1 ended stronger, but started pretty weak. While Season 2 was the reverse
I did think it had a promising start, I even liked how Priya and Kaleb were set up for the drama. But after the reveal it kind of... fizzled out. Like they could have milked the drama more and Priya had a right to want revenge but Priya was never such a super angry revenge person before and it felt weird.
They turned Caleb into a complete idiot after they resolved the arc. He was smart, just not game show savvy. That was his thing.
I wouldnt call it anywhere CLOSE to the atrocity that was Skave. But it was a lot less fun. At least Priya calmed down at the end.
But the moment the season went down hill for me was when Damien got eliminated.
I really felt they were setting him up for something good in the character arc department but they didnt. I knew he was doomed the moment he found the immunity idol but it would have been a nice inversion to have HIM use it.
And lets be real, I didnt care about the final 3 at all, I knew Julia wasnt going to win because lets face it she is basically Diet Heather.
They even did something to her hair like Heather.
As for Wayne winning. I didnt care, it was going to be him or Caleb.
Season 2 could have used more Scary Girl. Every scene she was in was gold.
I also appreciated the tasteful cameos of Owen. MacArthur and the Tennis pros.
It wasnt anything awful, but i did find it fizzled out in the later half.
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gascon-en-exil · 2 months
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2, 3, 8, 25 for Hubert?
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
That he's a murderer, and a patricide at that.
In past FEs and especially in Genealogy, voluntary kinslaying is presented as pretty much the worst crime you can commit, and a shorthand indicating that a character is an irredeemable monster who needs to die (ex. Chagall, Andrey). There are multiple conversations to that effect in FE4, and it crops up in a few other games as well; it's why the big Gaiden/Echoes twist is meant to hit as hard as it does, or why Ashnard has zero redeeming qualities when his backstory essentially amounts to "removing" his entire family.
And meanwhile Hubert's over here casually killing his father offscreen in two separate continuities for no greater reason than political expedience, and sometimes even getting away with it. Koei-Tecmo doesn't appear to place the same moral weight on kinslaying, since Dimitri, Claude, and...Ferdinand all perform such an act onscreen in Hopes (hmm, I wonder if the reason Edelgard is the only house leader excluded here has anything to do with the topic of my latest video...?), but I don't think that detracts from Hubert committing Obvious Villain Act #1 and giving not one single solitary fuck about it.
3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?
Mostly his Lysithea supports in Hopes, which try to spin him as loving his mother and younger sister in spite of the aforementioned gleeful kinslaying. You can't tell me he wouldn't murder his other relatives if he believed they somehow posed a threat to Edelgard's reign. Like a few of his other Hopes supports, it's a conspicuously cutesy spin on a character who otherwise escapes the generally ridiculous ways that the writing of both games attempts to make Edelgard and Jeritza sympathetic. (She draws pictures of her teacher! He likes kittens and ice cream!)
8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
Related to the above, any attempt at softening Hubert. He's a calculating, ruthless murderer who would do literally anything if he thought it would further Edelgard's rule even if it's behind her back or she expressly forbids it, because he - in that standard incel vein - thinks he knows what a woman wants better than she does. That characterization has the potential for so much black comedy, especially when thrown up against the guileless and indefatigable Ferdinand.
Why anyone would want to throw that away and replace it with an angsty emo who's not really a bad guy once you get to know him is beyond me. If you want an angsty guy with a massive guilty complex, Dimitri's right there and even gayer.
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
When we first got his character intro in spring 2019: "He looks like Iago. He's going to push Edelgard into evil, or betray her halfway through the story...but still be playable, probably?"
Now, he's every bit as ugly and evil as I expected, and then some. Carries the constantly-faltering tone of Crimson Flower on his bony shoulders, a badass dark mage and a playable patricide, and to top it all off he's bisexual in a way that none of the bi-for-Byleth options can even touch, and unlike Dimitri fandom at large has turned Ferdibert into his most popular ship. One of the mostly unexpectedly good characters to have come out of FE16, considering that at the end of the day he still pretty much is "but what if we made Iago playable?"
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blognarrymybabes · 2 years
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okay, I have couple of things to say regarding all the panic currently in BYLERNATION. (my thoughts are chaotic right now as I am fuming as well you guys so this might sound all messy but hear me out and let me know if you guys agree)
1. Don’t put too much thought into something Noah or Millie says, I have two reasons for that A) Millie has always supported Mileven, She ( sorry to say ) has been biased and it’s fine by me since she is half of that ship. She was apparently also the one to suggested for Mileven kiss at the snowball. Also, she has been quiet during the interviews only talking about her solo plotline and mileven at the beginning of vol1 B) Noah is the biggest spoiler of the series, he literally posted a picture with harness I mean c’mon, also he ships byler we all have seen it. 
2. Noah has to stay ambiguous as that is his character arc this season (as sad as that is, I really hoped he had some bigger plotline since his character is secretive and have powers or something) , and his feelings might be like a big reveal in vol2 ending (vecna curse or something). Maybe they are just trying to keep the suspense
3. WHAT OTHER REASON do they have for NOT putting Finn and Noah in the interviews together. They have one fucking interview together. ONE. And that too with Millie of all the people with them. They could have easily put them together with the other two cali boys. They didn’t. Why? IF Byler is not real, just a bromance then WHY DIDN”T THEY NOT PUT 4 BOYS Together in the interviews, not a single interview. That seems purposeful, since we see 4 of them together for the entire season. 
4. The actors behaviors, In David’s interview everyone is giggling and smiling especially Finn. SO they are happy about Will’s feelings for Mike? Finn’s comments on Byler, its been confused, nonchalant and downright clueless, just like his character. But his comments about Will’s loves for Mike “its beautiful”.  
5. Noah and Finn shipping Byler so casually and easily. Why do that if there is no possibility? Why doesn’t Finn talk more about mileven and how he ships it and be happy about? I have seen his interviews and man he doesn’t look a tiny bit happy when talking or promoting Mileven. I mean, you can be a little bit enthusiastic. BUT he is giggling about Will’s attraction towards Mike ? Make it make sense.  + bonus him discussing mileven’s future, whether they are together or seperated ???
Annddd I forgot the part, “um.. yeah, the ship name” the fuck! 
6. Now character wise - If Mike’s whole ass problem is not able to say I love you to El then A) That is so fucking dumb lol, that’s the plot for Mike? I would laugh at this point. B) there is zero logic for Mike to be confused because -
 its not like El is not his girlfriend and just his friend for him to be afraid. 
Its not like he didn’t say I love you before. And as if he doesn’t know whether  she loves him or not. 
IF I have a boyfriend, we are together, he says I love you to me daily and wants me to say I love you back which mind you, I have already said once, then I am atleast confident that I am not going to be rejected and I should be able to say it back. Even if I am not able to,  our conversations would be way different than the once they have in the series, they could have their conversations explicitly and in many other ways. I would assume the writers do know their English lol 
5. To emphasis how illogical this is, let’s say he is scared of falling in love and saying I love you then SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME FOLLOWING THINGS
 a) why Mike never utters the word ‘love’ during their argument, like why say “i say it” instead of “I love you or ofcourse I love you or you know I do”. And also why say “I care” (my mind is blank rn, I can’t come up with other phrasings but you get my point)
b) what is he so fucking confused about when all he did last season is assert to everyone around them how he is in a relationship, how he has girlfriend , how he LOVES her, how nothing should happen to her not to mention all the making out. I mean, what are you confused about and what exactly are you trying to figure out ???? what is this problem you can’t discuss with anyone, not your sister or your mother or your friends? 
c) Why ignore Will? Why lash out on him and emphasis on being friends? Mike doesn’t have an idea about Will’s feelings, so he is not being homophobic. Why not hug him? Mike doesn’t have any problem hugging Dustin. Why not Will? If you missed him so much and felt like you lost him, you would have hugged him when you reunited with him. Why not do that? Why so much awkwardness that even casual viewers picked up on it. 
6. Even though Will’s character is hinted to be queer since season 1. Most and I mean MOST of the Byler proofs are from Mike’s side [ Will’s drawings all over his rooms, Tracing Will’s drawing while mourning his death, frantically looking for Will without care for your own life, the entire season 2, all the staring, lip glances, that Byler fight, season 3 end with that smile on Mike’s face ] ITS TOO FUCKING MUCH FOR IT TO BE NOTHING. 
7. If they wanted to queerbait us or just talk about Will being unusual and his sexuality “up for interpretation” or let’s say even “Byler unrequited” then they could have easily done it in one season, like Maya Hawke’s character Robin. She comes out and that’s it, nothing changes other than Steve doesn’t have a girlfriend. 
Will has a crush, Enter Mileven, Will is crushed and moves on. They add that point to Will’s character and then that’s it move on with the story. 
Why stretch it out so much ? Invest so much time and effort into clues, that includes everything from the costume colors, to the props, dialogue phrasings, eye contacts and character placement.  The entire Byler interactions could have easily been done differently without changing the storyline at all. 
 But they don’t. They put all this work.
Not to mention all the social media posts about Byler from official accounts nonetheless. 
8.  And if you’ve not seen my last post. Levy has said “There aren’t many accidents on the show” “There is clear intention, strategy and real thought given to each and every character” Now if they are saying this, that means ALL THOSE DETAILS were intentional, whatever they did with Byler this season is intentional. And if there is an intention then there must be a goal, an endpoint to achieve. 
And unless their endpoint is to queerbait then that is just bad writing, waste of their and our energy and honestly, in 2022 downright homophobic. I mean don’t play with the main characters or do one of the main character so dirty.  Not to mention cowardly to succumb to the all the mileven pressure and hype because so far what I have seen in this fandom is mileven shippers are aggressive and they comment ALOT on the official accounts.
9. Going for Mileven Endgame would be straight up fan service because their entire relationship doesn’t make sense to me at all. And with the way its falling apart since season 3. Also, Byler has more history and chemistry tbh
This is all just my personal opinion, you can have your own. 
I believe we are going to have all sorts of leaks and confusion for the next month. Remember, they have to keep the buzz for the show going so that people actually watch the next 2 episodes. All the shippers watch the show. They need to keep the hype alive and for people to keep talking about it. Industry(All shows) has employees that track social media. So don’t let this affect your mental health. 
And if all the leaks are true then they are just coward, just bad writing (there is no other explanation) who are focusing on the business rather than the story, Or maybe Byler is not that important to them in terms of the entire story which again doesn’t make sense since all the demons, upside down have been many times compared to real life growing up issues. 
That’s all for now besties, I might come back and organize my thoughts more properly in this post 
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journalxxx · 2 years
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I think I'm going to play devil's advocate today and raise a couple of counterpoints to this "All Might is a victim of society" thing that I see floating here and there and everywhere and that strikes me as quite the exaggeration, if not an outright misreading of the character. Of all the possible descriptors I imagine one could attach to All Might, 'victim' really doesn't seem a fitting one to me. The Symbol of Peace, intended as this lone and indestructible beacon of hope and protection, is not and never was a role imposed on him by the powers that be (the Commission, the public, whoever). It is very much All Might's own creation, born out of a desire to be a guiding light of sorts (as he states during his conversation with Endeavor after Kamino), a desire he harbored at least since his adolescence. A personal dream that he managed to pursue, thanks to Nana's help, by attending a proper hero school, then furthering his education abroad, then almost instantly climbing to the top of the Japanese Hero Chart as soon as he came back home.
All Might's life, from the day he received his quirk all the way to roughly the age of 50, is one of resounding success. He is strong, rich, famous, loved, worshipped, and most importantly, as far as we know, happy. I would like to note that, to my knowledge, there is absolutely zero indication, not a single line of dialogue anywhere, that implies that any part of his adult life up until the injury was in any way disagreaable to him. The closest we get to such a claim is again during the conversation with Endeavor, when he speaks with regret of the connections and kindness he rejected in order to uphold his Symbol, but he is specifically referring to his rejection of Nighteye there, something that happened after the injury, and whose recent death probably spurred him to reconsider some things he had never paid proper attention to before. I am also brought to think that All Might considers his pre-injury life a good, even a desirable one simply on the grounds of his decision to entrust One For All to Izuku. If he really thought that his own life was so terrible, dehumanizing and burdensome, why on earth would he encourage a random kid to follow his own footsteps by having the same quirk, going to the same school, becoming the same Symbol? That would be rather cruel, wouldn't it? Dragging this poor, naive child into such a huge and self-destructive endeavor for the sake of protecting society, a bit of a manipulative move too. No, I strongly believe that the only negative part of All Might's life, as he sees it, are the years following his injury: the injury ruined everything - his health, his career, almost ruined his Symbol - All For One ruined everything. But now that All For One is (ostensibly) gone, nothing would stand in Izuku's way, no one would ever be able to hurt the kid as much as All Might was hurt, so it stands to reason that this kid will achieve his dream, protect society and have a splendidly satisfying life all in one fell swoop. A sweet deal for everyone involved. One could argue his loneliness was the unmentioned price he had to pay for his successful career. I would argue that that is more of a headcanon than anything else, as there is no indication he ever even craved deep interpersonal connections of sorts. Before the injury, All Might never really had reasons to shy away from friendship or even romance, had he truly wished to pursue them, because he had nothing substantial to hide. And yet, even his professional acquaintances are bare-bones throughout his entire life. With a single, presumably very pushy exception, he never took any sidekicks, because his overpowered quirk made him more than capable of handling any crisis on his own and therefore he didn't see the use of having any support. He did not speak with Endeavor, the number 2 hero, for 10 whole years before the beginning of the series. He didn't even personally know Hawks, the number 3 hero, before the War. His networking is non-existent, even among the best of pros. There was no reason for him to isolate himself so even from his own colleagues, unless he himself simply wasn't that eager to socialize in the first place. His loneliness is very much self-imposed as far as we know, and not something he ever implied regretting or disliking. Which also brings up the huge problem of the Symbol of Peace as All Might built it, the fact that it is one and alone. He is on a pedestal indeed, but one of his own making, and one that he never felt compelled to share. What I consider All Might's most admirable trait as well as his most crucial flaw is his overwhelming urge to act. This trait is strictly tied to the extreme simplicity of his dream, a dream that, interestingly, never really changed since his adolescent days. All Might wanted to be a Symbol, and acted in order to become that, every minute of every hour of every day of his life. His singleminded, adamant, indefatigable purpose is what allowed him to become the number 1, a feat that arguably wouldn't have been possible, had his dream been more complex and nuanced. Other people would have hesitated, stopped to think about their image, their legacy, their social impact, the very meaning of the Symbol they were trying to become and its obvious shortcomings, and they would have held back, or reconsidered, or given up. All Might kept going and going and going, and achieved the unachievable, with sheer willpower and strength and optimism. This is his greatest, ultimate, stunning achievement, but it isn't one without issues. Because in all his eagerness to build the Symbol and to be Symbol, doing what needed to be done right in the moment and without hesitation, he never stopped to plan an 'aftermath' of himself. All Might never had a 'backup plan', or any plans to leave a legacy to uphold the peace he created, not until long after the injury. He might have died during that first fight against All For One, and society would have been in deep shit. His astonishing feats in the present are weighted down by a staggering lack of foresight for the future. And that, again, is on him, not on society and not on the commission and not on the powers that be, because he made himself into one of those powers. He made himself into a leader - moral leader of a society, economic leader of a one-man hero agency, almost spiritual leader of a whole country - and failed in one of the most important tasks a leader should shoulder, which is to ensure that all that he achieved isn't solely tied to his personal charisma and will and skill (which only last as long as one's lifespan), but to prepare a system, an apparatus, a network of people and structures to support what's been built past one's own lifetime. But, as I already pointed out, All Might did the exact opposite, by isolating himself for no justifiable reason and by thinking that society would only ever need one light. If society and the commission are certainly at fault for falling for the comfortable illusion of the One Indestructible Symbol, All Might is no less at fault for crafting it. Again, of his own will, according to his own aspirations. The only thing All Might is a victim of, here, is getting ensnared in a trap of his own making. And when the time to step down came, in the shape of a gaping wound in his side, he was completely unprepared, and utterly unwilling to even consider any solution that wasn't... to just keep doing what he always did, without any changes. As he states after the first battle training at UA, he is genuinely and firmly convinced that the Symbol of Peace and One For All are the only things preventing society from falling to evil. A very debatable stance to begin with, which may have been true back when All For One was around, One For All being the only quirk in existence that the Symbol of Fear couldn't steal, and therefore the only one capable of holding its own against All For One in battle. But after All For One got (ostensibly) killed, there's no reason to assume some other heroes with some other quirks couldn't serve as protectors just as well. There is a certain edge of illogical arrogance in All Might's assertion here, which I rarely see properly discussed, and it pains me, because it adds wonderful depth to the common portrayal of shy, bumbling, insecure Toshinori Yagi I see in most fics (or at least most of the fics I read). It is also interesting that Nezu brings up the idea of All Might becoming a teacher and picking a successor right away, but it will be 5 whole years until All Might eventually caves in and does that. Five years he could have employed to pick a successor immediately, train him in less of a hurry and properly introduce him to society at large, making the whole passing-down-the-torch process a lot less stressful for everyone involved. But instead he waits, or rather procrastinates on a patently inevitable decision, which simply means he kept going and going and going, he kept acting all by himself, until he was literally too run down to continue. A person dissatisfied in any measure with their own life would have seized the chance to step down earlier, after enduring much less grueling difficulties, but he did not. Presumably because, again, he likes saving people, being a hero, doing his job, and held onto that desire to act, to do, to be the Symbol for as long as he could. Once again, a noble and admirable trait that turns viciously against him and that is still tormenting him during the current events of the series, even in spite of all the self-reflection he's gone through. In all fairness, one could argue that this exaggerated performativeness might have been the result of some sort of psychological overcompensation for his quirkless upbringing in a society that looked down on the quirkless as basically worthless people. I would argue that this, however, is very much a headcanon too: we know precious little of All Might's upbringing and youth, and there's no clear measure of how severe quirkless discrimination was back in his day (in fact, there's surprisingly vague indication of how much of a thing quirkless discrimination actually is even during the present days of the story). Even so, while it is unreasonable to blame an adolescent boy for harboring simplistic and unsustainable dreams and ideals, one would expect some degree of maturity and intellectual development to temper those early dreams into something more sensible over the course of a man's whole life. But there he is, at 50 years of age and with two vital organs missing, still trying to incarnate the exact same ideal he aspired to be at 14. There certainly is some dramatic irony in hearing this same man, five years later, preach to Izuku about the importance of having realistic expectations for one's life. Some lessons were learned, but too little and too late. I can imagine someone making the point that All Might's self-imposed loneliness was not a deliberate choice, but a natural consequence of some sort of overblown martyr complex that didn't allow him to claim any time for himself or for any activity that didn't directly involve saving people. To this I would reply that All Might doesn't seem to value his time exclusively on the grounds of, uh, people-saved-per-minute. The Symbol of Peace always had a very strong media presence, he is very often seen indulging journalists, releasing interviews, appearing in public events (even after the injury, when rationally he ought to have been especially conservative with his muscle form time). That stuff eats up time, and has no immediate benefit on anyone's wellbeing, yet again there's no dialogue or statement on his part anywhere in canon to indicate he was forced into that, or that he disliked the practice. In fact, having a strong public image was likely pivotal to building the mythos of the Symbol of Peace, and therefore instrumental to his purpose as well. Networking would fall under the same category of time investment. Training sidekicks, cooperating with other major heroes, even having friends and close associates that could benefit from his spotlight to carry out transversal good deeds across society would have been an equally worthy pursuit, instead of sticking to his one-man-army schtick. Not to mention the fact that such close associates would be key components in this fundamental legacy he was supposed to leave, and which he never properly set up. Frankly, I cannot see a single reason that would lead him (or the Commission, or anyone) to believe that deliberately not building a whole ecosystem of like-minded people around him could possibly be good for society, in the long run. But alas, All Might always and only seemed interested into inspiring people from a distance, and was always more focussed on an urgent present rather than on a nebulous future. All in all, I can only reinstate that 'victim' seems a huge misnomer for a character like All Might. He got to do what he loved for most of his life, and the hardships he faced in his latest years were largely due to his own choices. There certainly is a great deal of external pressure on him to maintain his image, but, as I've already said, he's the one who shaped that image in the first place, with its apparent invulnerability and mythical scope. His purpose shaped the Symbol of Peace into the collective mind of society, not the other way around. And, I mean, if you're looking for 'victims of society' as I intend them, the story offers you a perfect and evident example. Look no further than Hawks, a child basically bought by the government from a messed up family and trained since a tender age, all to be molded into a likeable, skilled and marketable upholder of justice. Now that's someone who got thrust into a role and potentially brainwashed into liking it. None of this applies to All Might, and I frankly find it a little insulting towards his character, his agency, his morals, his drive to imply that he might simply be a nice dude, too pure for this world, stuck in a bad place he doesn't deserve nor likes, when he in fact dedicated his whole life to getting exactly where he is, with effort, pride and willpower. I feel I should point out that this lengthy spiel doesn't mean that I agree with exaggerated, out-of-character, bashing-like portrayals of All Might's flaws and role in the post-Kamino decay of society. I don't even read All Might-bashing fics, they're the exact opposite of what I look for. But I very often drop Dadmight fics for the exact opposite reason, because those (among other things) tend to overlook the very active role he had in causing his own problems, and to externalize the very high standards he has for himself so that, in the end, society as a whole comes to expect the same from him, and I feel that that really... takes away a lot from his character. So many of his virtues are double-edged swords that end up hurting him as well as the people around him, and it feels reductive to minimize that damage (or outright ascribe 90% of it to third parties) just because his heart is in the right place. A great deal of mistakes and damage can stem from the best intentions, and that is a very thought-provoking and fascinating concept to explore. The stark duality and complexity of his character is exactly what makes All Might my favorite character of the show, and by a mile. Don't reduce him to a victim, or a saint, or a villain. He's so much more than any one of those things.
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Hey would you mind if you could do a Vtsom headcanon? Which character does like to be hug and able to give hug as affection to Y/N or Mc? (I don't know exactly how to describe it)
Ofc! I was surprised that I got a Vtsom request so soon since it’s pretty underrated. But ofc we love to hug some of these charters. Take ‘em to therapy while we’re at it 😔For the sake of it we will be doing are main 3 bois. 👹👌🏻
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Hug rating headcanons
Fandom: VTSOM
Charters:
Vincent Edgeworth
Victor Blake
Draco Edgeworth
Theme: fluff
Vincent Edgeworth
5/10
.This man sucks tbh 🫡
.He dose not seem to be a very affectionate person at first
. Or at least was never given that much physical attention in his life
. But if you normally show affection like hugs or cuddling he might try and sneak in a hug
.mostly his hugs can be stiff but once he gets use to it
.you might as well drop what you’re doing
. His hugs become really warm and you just melt
. One time you got scared when he hugged you from the back
. But when you felt his arms around your waist while his head was laying on your shoulder
. You never felt safer
.Its a 50/50 if his hugs are really affectionate
.But he normally gets stunned when you give him a hug
.He will just stand there one arm rapped around you while the other lays on your head
“good day love. I wouldn’t mind if you rest with me. I don’t want you overworking yourself. Not when I am here to take care of you.”
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Draco Edgeworth
Slightly better then his brother 7/10
.Even tho like his brother he didn’t really get that much physically attention
. He is slightly more open to these type of things
.tho the main problem is that his normally to busy to give you hugs
. A quick hug or peck on the cheek is the best you can do
. So it’s normally you giving him the hugs
.But it’s really sweet when he hugs you
.like when he comes back home after leaving all day
. You were right there sitting on the couch reading.
. He walked over siting beside you
.Before you could of ask how he was-
. He wrapped his hands over your shoulders resting his face over your own
. He pulled you close hugging you there for over a minute or so before saying something
“I missed you love..can we stay like this for a little more.?”
“Of course Draco. You can rest all you want. Before you went back to reading. The silence was peaceful.”
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Victor Blake
The best mf 9/10
.He is the one to hug you.
Day.afternoon.night
. His love language is definitely Physical touch
. He loves to hug you before picking you up bridesmaid style.
. It becomes a daily thing for him to hug whenever he can
. Tho he can be slightly flustered when you are the one hugging him
.Normal front face hugging and back hugging is what he dose
. Even those hugs when you run up and jump into his arms while he holds your thighs so you don’t fall
.one if not the most affectionate guy you have met
. It was a normal early morning . You were walking around the house looking for Victor
.And to your lovely surprised he was standing near the counter with lazy eyes and coffee
.You walked over wrapping around him while your still sleepy self, laying your head on to his chest
. You heard him place his coffee down
.Wrapping his hands on your neck. His arms lazying hanging beside your head. using your Shoulders as support
. Placing his head onto of your own resting his head and eyes
“Still sleepy? No worries love you can stay here with me. You and I can stay like this for as long as you want.”
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Yipeee order is complete 👹. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed the headcannon. Even tho I am new at this I am open to ideas on how to make my writing better. But it was nice doing something wholesome for such a dark game.Hope you enjoy the little drawings. I am planning on using those for most if not all fanfics 🫡. I need to keep drawing since I have zero ideas.💟
Have a good day/night.
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Okay before bed dead space 2023 chapters 2 + 3
- I love you medical ward
- The Nicole side quest !!!! Follow where she’ s been !!!!!! She’ s important to me … she must be here … isaac it is over for both of us of course I will seek her out no question
- ISAAC CALLING FOR NICOLE UPON ENTERING HER OFFICE . Whatever . My tummy hurts so much . I frantically looked around for her when he did that like SHES HERE ?
- we both miss our girlfriend Nicole Brennan very much
- forgot to mention that in chapter one there is a whole text log giving you Isaac backstory … and it does come into play more here !! I’ m sure his backstory hasn’ t changed much but it was never That Present before .. now you’ re literally told his mom was a uniontologist and how both his parents bodies are held in ownership of uniontology … AND how he and Nicole met because his mom needed medical help later in life !!
- Nicole ex uniontologist … she’ s everything to me
- The text log of her helping a Jane Doe escape with her girlfriend from it ????? I need to go back and read that a million times UGH
- The hologram conversion between captain mathius and dr kyne ??? Ohhh that was such a good chance . The use of holograms and security recordings to show things as they actually occurred …
- also ! Security stations holding the last message sent through them !! Love that touch … instead of a random audio log on the ground it is literally like “ hey there’ s one message in here ! “
- THE NICOLE SIDE QUEST .
- The evil babies are just as stomach churning as I remember … lurker is a wonderful name for a new born baby necromorph
- the introduction scene to them … Isaac reacting verbally to the Event .. yeah
- THEY CHANGED THE SCENE FOR GETTING THE CAPTAINS RIG AND IT IS SO MUCH BETTER . I didn’ t have any issue with it before but the infector grabbing onto the body WHILE Isaac is trying to take the rig !! The body falling and transforming ON TOP of him !!! YES !!!!
- They gave Isaac Clarke a voice and his favourite word IS FUCK !!!!!
- There’ s more zero-g in this one !! Yay !! I love floating
- The fact that now , when you’ re fixing power , you have to sacrifice your lights or life support to actually have the power needed to do your task is . That’ s so good I am so scared of the dark always
- CAN NEVER FORGET MY FRIEND THE FLESH TENTACLE THAT HATES ME ‼️‼️‼️
- The fact that the weapons can be picked up during the game and aren’ t diagrams you have to hunt down and bring to the store is . Hm . I don’ t know if I like that change . Also you cannot sell your weapons anymore sad face
- Idk I like collecting that Is on Me
- HAMMOND AND DANIELS MARKER DISCUSSION I MISSED YOU ‼️‼️ now with Isaac’ s own introjections … chefs kiss
- the fights are relatively similar However the areas have changed enough that I am Not Familiar . I keep having to pause to be like O Yeah !
- THE TRAM STATIONS . Such a good touch you have to bring them out of lockdown to use them . UGH love that . And the fact you don’ t need to use them every time to start and end a chapter ???? YAAAAY
- THE NECROMORPHS ARE QUIETER . BTW . The music queue is my only hope now and even then . I am on half health always against my will
- Did I mention that Nicole has a side quest and more content now . Save me blonde girl save me
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