#DANIKA THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

[feysandfeels]

And when it is revealed that Danika’s soul lives inside of Bryce then what

#Danika they could never make me hate you #you had your reasons to keep Bryce out of this mess and I’m sure eventually you would have told her you just needed to piece it all together #Danika Fendyr #Bryce Quinlan #I love you bitch I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch #FeysandfeelsPost #FeysandfeelsPosts #HOSAB #HOEAB #HOFAS #Crescent City

[rowaelinsdaughter]

Can I request no a Rowan fic I absolutely love the last one you did

dont feel pressured tho and write whenever you feel like please put yourself fist

Can I request one where reader has like very bad health and is also like low on all vitamins and is super low on iron like and bc of that she has all these side effects and feels like a burden like she is holding him back and ruining his life and maybe make her like super sick she gets a fever and stuff

I’m mainly self projecting on this one a bit bc im super sick and need a rowan fic and him to just take care of me😭😭 i be lacking in all vitamins ti lol

And please add lots of rowan you can never have to much rowan like he takes care of her snd just pampers her and gives her little kisses and stufd and just the full princess treatment and him just being him like love rowan

SICK

a/n;; i had to do some research for the sintoms but i think it turned out good, so, here you have!!

WARNINGS;; low iron, dizzy, fatigue, burden feelings

her body was aching, her head was dizzy and she was extremely fatigued. she hasn’t felt this way in a very long time, always checking her iron levels and the vitamin levels were normal, but when last night she started to feel tired and her face was pale, she knew something was going to happen. and it did.

rowan had awoken because her hands were cold as ice, something not normal in her, but when he heard her fast heartbeat… he knew what was happening. he had a meeting that morning, but he didn’t care. his mate was suffering, and by the way she was feeling, rowan kicked out graviel the moment he appeared at their door. 

slowly opening the door, making sure he didn’t pour the food, he made his way to his mate.

“babe” he whispered. she moved a little, slowly waking up from her nap “i have the food, come on” she opened her eyes, and rowan felt his heart ache a little at the sight of his suffering mate. before she could incorporate, rowan was lifting her to his lap, his back on the board and an arm around her fragile figure. 

“i feel like a burden…” barely a whisper. 

rowan frowned at that, lifting the fork to her. “why do you think that?”

chewing slowly, he waited  for her to finish. “because you were… supposed to have a meeting… but you are here…” she took a breath. “ i don't like it rowan…”

leaving the fork on the plate, his hand moved to her cheek. “you are not a burden. you are my mate, i dont feel obligated to have to take care of you and will never feel obligated. i love you, that will never change, sick or healthy” a tear “hey, don't cry” a low laugh from him. 

“it's your fault, rowan for saying things like that when i'm at my lowest”

“well, good thing i'm here for lift you when you are at your lowest”

“seriously rowan, stop” 

rowan laughed a little harder, lifting the fork again to her. once she finished all the food, rowan covered her again in the bed and he finished the house tasks. when he finished, he laid down beside her. her face and lips less pale but the fatigue was still present on her factions, laying on their sides, rowan started to leave small kisses on her face, a small laugh falling from her lips.

“ro, stop please, it tickles” he laid his weight on her, trying not to crush her, and started tickling her. crying for him to stop, she was trying to push him apart, but it was impossible. “ro, please!!” another laugh from her was enough for him to stop. 

he laid beside her watching his mate trying to catch some air. she looked at him and punched him in the arm. “i hate you rowan whitethorn” “no, you don’t” side by side, they watched each other and rowan thought he might die from this. from the love for his mate, from watching her everyday and thinking that he was the luckiest person in the world.

“thank you rowan”

“for what?”

“for loving me and for taking care of me”

“always, angel. always”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

tagging;; @shadowdaddies @hellwantfuckme @danikamariemain @thehighladywrites @loneliestluvr @throneofsapphics

#sarah j maas #sjm books #fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #rowan x reader #rowan fanfic #rowan fic #tog x reader #tog fic #tog series #tog

[same-name-supremacy]

Things about my TD-sona and how I think they would change over in your auG (just using this as a way to hyperfixate to mutuals)

My sonas name is Olivia btw

Was introduced in world tour after being kicked out of the Gemmys along with her brother,both aspiring musical artist who can't catch a hook into the mainstream media,and when presented the opportunity to be on international television she wants to take it to try and boost their popularity - Olivia changes to Oliver,and Ethan changes over to Estella, everything about the

same

Huge hate/fear of Alejandro that fades overtime due to the friendship?(I guess) that they developed over gameplay,and the need to be recognized as something great - with Oliver it's just fear ‚not as much as hate,even tho he has his suspicions on her

Is Chris's personal favorite contestant due to her need to be famous and Chris being the only one who knows that for most of world tour- could imagine it to be the same,strong girlboss lady and her wet cat son

Huge little brother vibes on Cody,even carrying (both literal and metaphorical) him in certain challenges when Sierra could get the chance- I still think they could get the siblings vibes but not being able to carry Jody as much because of how psychotic Simon is

Olivia is 5’2 and my own personal headcanon is the Cody is the same height- with Jody being 4’11 and Oliver being 6ft (because of genetics in his family and the shortness then sorta but also not getting passed to his older sister) which makes me think of Jody and him as this meme

Olivia got to sit out of Niagara brawls due to their being an uneven amount of contestants(blainely originally not even being counted in the first place) and because again Chris’s personal favorite-would probs stay the same

(Ps I would imagine after the challenge and when Jody cuts her hair along with Danika he would try to fucking kill Simon,even going so far to trying to shove him out of the plane doors during opals elimination)

Was voted out 5(before Sierra and after Duncan) after forming an alliance with Alejandro that she believed was legit,him convincing her that he could make cody vote with him and get Heather out,because naturally Sierra always votes with Cody,and after her jump out the plane and everything Heather confesses to Alejandro that she put a wrench in his plans and unconvinced Cody to vote with him,which in reality means Alejandro did plan on a final 4 with Cody Sierra and Olivia,but of course the first assumption in Olivia’s mind was “oh.he lied to me.” So before she jumped she gave him a slap,pre to the Knowledge that Heather revealed after her jump-he wouldn’t slap Alejandra in the Genderbend,because hitting a women is wrong in his eyes

Didn’t show up to the after show after her vote off,immediately recognizing the fame her and her brother little band thing got during her time at the season and already planning their first tour- same,except he watched the season finale from home rooting for Jody to pull out a win

Kept in touch with most of the cast during her days after the season,shopping with Lindsay and hanging out with Noah and Cody as they we’re definitely some of her favorite people on the plane- absolutely the same,the friendship with Jody continues even more once she meets his sister,becoming Estelle’s little sister too

I don’t wanna bore you even more that I have to,but by the slim chance I’m not boring you and you wanna hear about her in all stars and how it could change I’m happy to talk!

Reminder abt this cause ppl never make stuff for me and I appreciate it so much.

Wow! That’s alot! So much lore about Olivia/Oliver

Oliver is definitely one of the guys Danika actually respects. Only a few guys get that (that being Seth, Lincoln, Eva, Leshawn, Bryson and Scruffy)

Thank you for sharing so much about your oc!

#same name shenanigans #same name answers #td genderswap #so interesting and so cute

[separatist-apologist]

Hey!!! I’m curious to know, why don’t you like Bryce or CC? Personally the first book was better than the second book but overall, the series hasn’t been too bad (minus the whole crossover thing)

You want to ask me, on this our first day of elucienweek, why I hate Bryce and CC? ESPECIALLY when you admit you like them? Oof.

I mean, I'll share but I'm not interested in changing my opinion or like, softening this.

First of all, and I will die on this hill, Bryce is a fucking pick-me of the HIGHEST order. This is a problem with the narrative and not so much her, but if I wanted to read endless prose on how fucking hourglass, Kardashian hot a woman was, I could pick up a Branden Sanderson novel. EVERY SINGLE MAN has to simp for Bryce, including Ruhn who has a very uncomfortable passage in the first book where he is looking her up and down in her tight jeans. Bryce can't walk down the road without being sexually harassed and she seemingly likes it. Who's fantasy is that? What in the wattpad is that?

Second, every single man in the book is standing in a line behind Hunt to fuck Bryce. IDK what your experience with this is, but I have some personal experience with men pretending to be your friend so they can have a shot. It never reads as genuine but OF COURSE Bryce doesn't mind that they all openly and desperately want to fuck her. We're treated to thought after thought about her body, looking her up and down in a way that feels very "through the male gaze" and I was just over it 400 pages in. WE GET IT. Oh my GOD.

SJM loves to do this thing where she puts you in the POV of a character who has knowledge the reader should know and instead will use that POV to lie in order to create some big reveal. 500 pages looking for a missing child? LOL Bryce figured that out on page 26 and this whole side quest has been a massive, frustrating waste of time. Of course she did, she's so smart. She suffers from Aelin syndrome where she just keeps secrets from EVERYONE because, presumably, no one can be trusted? For ReAsOnS that made me want to slam the book to the ground.

Of course Bryce is also the main protag so we're told over and over she's smart and talented and whatever but OH MY GOD everything she does is STUPID AS SHIT. This was my issue with TOG. Aelin was the best assassin, according to the narrative but every time you saw her assassin-ing, she was pretty bad at it. Or how Cassian/Azriel are elite warriors but endlessly injured. Like, either make your characters NORMAL or make them REALLY badass. Bryce isn't particularly smart, she's impulsive and makes endless bad decisions and it's just fine.

The whole "we're better than the humans thing" was a choice. That whole plot, in book 2, where Bryce is just 'meh' and treats the rebellion like they're beneath her was a really bad look. Was it supposed to convey she's better than them? Because honestly, both books give off this supreme sense that Bryce thinks she is just better than everyone else and she does not need to treat the people around her well. She's shitty to Lebehah (or whatever her name was) and that creature literally DIED for, why? She's shitty to Ruhn who is endlessly going to bat for her, she was unnecessarily bratty with Hunt in book 1 when he was trying so hard to help her with Danika, like this is a pattern of behavior for Bryce.

And unlike Feyre and Aelin who like, grow and learn, Bryce gives off this aura of "I am fine as I am" girl you are easily the worst of the three. Like I get it, party girl roped into shenanigans but we are 1600+ pages into this story and Bryce is just stagnant and not particularly fun when you're trapped in her headspace. I read book 2 because twitter spoiled the ending and I knew I was going to have to read it in order to continue ACOTAR, but honestly if SJM wasn't doing this cursed crossover, I would have DNF'd.

And if you liked it, I'm not saying you're wrong for it or whatever. I know a lot of people prefer CC to ACOTAR and TOG. I think it suffers from all the same problems as SJMs other series but her protag isn't half as likable. Her side characters are. My love of Ruhn is decently known. Ultimately there are too many problems with the convoluted narrative that don't make it enjoyable for me.

#anyway #anti crescent city #im sorry #im br*ces biggest hater #anticc

[nikethestatue]

Since you love nesta how do you feel when others hate on her and still do not like her after acosf? Because i saw a lot of people loving her but also a lot of people not liking her by the end of the book and not connecting with her after all

I don't think that Nesta was ever going to vibe with everyone, or even the majority. I think she is still a complex character, she is still unlikable, she is hard and harsh and that's just how it is.

I think we are all free to like/dislike characters, and if she did not 'speak' to some readers, that's totally understandable.

I am not someone who believes in the concept of 'redemption arcs'. I don't think that there is such a thing as redemption, so you can either accept the past, move on from it and deal with the here and now. Or you can't forget the past, and you can't forgive and a person will always have negative connotations to you. Both are valid. Or you might not just care in general--a character just doesn't matter to you, and the author wasn't able to convince you to care, so they just remain not here/not there kind of a character to you forever. Also valid.

For example, I love Elain, and I love her growth and how she is in general. There is probably nothing that she could do to make me dislike her. Same with Rhys--whatever issues people find with him, Rhys will always remain one of my faves.

I feel totally indifferent towards Gwyn. Whether she exists or doesn't exist, makes no difference to me. I would say the same about Lysandra from TOG, for example. They just don't resonate with me in any capacity.

And I hate Mor and Danika. And nothing that they do will ever make me like them. Why? Because I value friendships more than anything and they are both detestable and horrible friends, and I could never like a character like that.

[dawninlatin]

My reactions while reading HOSAB for those who are interested😌

OBVIOUSLY major spoilers below the cut!

-The Hind: *does literally anything*

Me: *laughs nervously* am I attracted to this?😳

-Hunt cut his hair?! I mean he’s still hot, but the mental gymnastics I have to do to change my image of a fictional character-

-I never learned the difference between Flynn and Declan, and at this point it’s too late😬👉👈

-«Remind me why you guys still need to wait for solstice to do the deed.» Because they have like three brain cells combined, June

-Alriiiiiiight Ruhn, we’re off to a good start😀

-I don’t like this Cormac dude😑

-We finally know the Autumn King’s name!!! And while it might sound exotic, it’s also hilarious, as it is the Norwegian equavilent of like Richard or something💀

-I hate this Cormac dude🤢

-SYRINX😍✨😁🤩 i missed you my boy🥰😍💛😩

-Hypaxia?! The HIND?! Tea has been spilled☕️

-Hunt and Syrinx is my favourite duo:) They remind me of a dad and the pet he absolutely didn’t want to get:):)

-Not me forgetting about Lehabah😭🤚

-Of course Danika had something to do with this😩

-While I am desperate for Bryce and Hunt to just get over it and fuck already, I love seeing them so domestic🥰

-BRYCE NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO THINK OF YOUR MY LITTLE PONY COLLECTION

-The Hind is making me feel things. Weird things.

-If evil why sexy?😩

-Hunt is such a bro i love him

-Yay sleepover💅🏻

-Omg Adidas is back👟

-👁👄👁

-The woman was too stunned to speak

-Now I understand why everyone freaked out over chapter 15:)

-Bryce, basically: He might be an alphahole, but he’s *my* alphahole🥰🌸

-Sarah, I’m giving you a big goldstar for really improving your diversity👏 Like Bryce thinking it was wrong to assume Hunt’s sexuality? Who even are you??

-Damn Bryce👀🥵

-🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆

-Ithan, please, kindly FUCK OFF

-I’m calling it now, the Star-Eater is Hunt’s father

-Oh no he’s licking feet again🦶

-THEY’RE MATES🥰😍😩✨🌸💛😌

-Hi Under-King🥰🌸

-👁👄👁

-Bye Under-King🏃‍♀️💨

-I know I should be worried that the Hind is here but SHE DOES WEIRD THINGS TO ME OKAY

-He’s Danika’s WHAT? Once more, the woman was too stunned to speak-

-That was a fucking jumpscare

-Go Sabine tho👌👈

-THE HIND🥵👅😏👄

-Bryce I love your sense of humor😭💀🍆

-Baxian just wants fwiends🥺👉👈

-Jk he’ll probably betray them…

-Celestina wtf?!😠

-THANOS?!?! What in the MCU

-Omg I feel so sad for Baxian🥺🥺🥺🥺 I can’t handle it if he ends up being evil

-Awwwwwwww they’re basically playing fifa together😍🥺 Just two bros, broing🤜🤛

-📞🍆🍑💦😏😩🥵👅👀

-This agent Daybright….I am onto something😑 I don’t know what, but it’s definitely something…

-There’s something hot about Hunt getting all psychotic whenever Bryce is in danger🔥😩

-FINALLY👌👈🍑🍆💦😩🥵👅✨🔥

-BAXIAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEAAAAAAASE DON’T TURN OUT TO BE A DICK

-fwiends?🥺👉👈😔🥰🌸

-Ahahahahhahahahah Flynn is hilarious

-Just three boys trying not to get yelled at by their dad😌

-Is now a good moment to admit that I’m also weirdly attracted to the Viper Queen?😩

-She got him a family😭🥺

-Though I feel like this is a kinda bad idea that’s gonna end with me crying because someone just tragically died

-THE SMUT😩😩😩😩😩😩

-If I ever see the Autumn King I’m gonna 🤜🧍‍♂️🕳

-The guys basically adopting Ithan🥺😭

-Omg roomies🤜🤛

-THE HARPY?!?! She’s not even the sexy kind of evil, just evil evil😳

-Oh nevermind I just had a mild heart attack

-Wait, wait, wait, wait

-THE HIND?!?😩🥵💦

-I’m probably an idiot for thinking it’s her but Sarah always makes them hot for a reason🧐

-CELESTINA AND HYPAXIA?!

-I am shooketh-

-SARAH I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS🏳️‍🌈💛🧎‍♀️

-Tharion, even I can tell this is a bad idea

-If Day really is The Hind-

-My girl deserves better🥺

-NOT THE FEET🦶💀🤚

-You deny it, Hunt, but I know you🧐

-UMMMMMMMM

-😩🥵💦

-I still think Apollion is Hunt’s father🧐

-Bryce is a #girlboss

-BAXIAN😭🥺😩💛✨🌸🔥😍

-I knew I could trust you🥰 (I think, I still have 100 pages left)

-Him and Danika?!💔😭

-This book keeps shocking me and I👏am👏here👏for👏it👏

-I feel so bad for Bryce tho🥺

-Oh, this is a bad idea…

-Not the only Fendyr heir?!? My head is gonna explode

-I’m actually glad I got the ending spoiled, because I don’t think I could’ve handled a shock that big after this

-Pierced nipple?? Um, hello🥵

-«I want it real» 😭🤚

-Could Bryce be the seventh Asteri????

-I’m so nervous my heart is racing

-STICK TO THE PLAN YOU IDIOTS

-Not able to form thoughts at the moment

-But fuck the Asteri🖕🖕🖕

-Wait are they talking about illyrians now???

-After this, I’m gonna need a nap

-If I’ll ever be able to sleep again

-THE VILLAIN MONOLOGUE SELF AWARENESS💀😂

-THE DUSK COURT?!?!

-And are we also talking about Throne of Glass fae now?!?

-If so, Bryce, can you just please take a detour to Erilea to check in on manorian on your way back?🥺👉👈

-I don’t know why I get so surprised when everything goes to hell by the end of each book…

-Rip Cormac😔

-THE HIND👏😩😭😍🥰✨

-I FUCKING LOVE YOU

-also….i knew it

-They’re👏always👏sexy👏for👏a👏reason👏

-FOR THE LAST TIME?😭

-«His enemy was his lover.» THAT’S THE BEST KIND BABY

-Rigelus you little bitch

-Celestina I ROOTED FOR YOU

-😭✌️

-I’ll read a whole book of Hunt describing Bryce’s feet if you let them live Sarah, I swear😭🦶

-I’m actually crying😭😭😭😭 I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY AND NOW HUNT’S HALO IS BACK AND THEY’RE APART AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-Nevermind we’re in Prythian now🥰🌸

-Jk I’m in so much emotional pain😀

-DADDY AZ😩

-Az….how kinky🥵

-The gang’s all here😌💃🏼

-Ahahahhahaha Nesta yelling at Cassian is so iconic

-RHYS LOOKS LIKE RUHN?

-Once more, the woman was too stunned to speak👁👄👁

-I’m gonna need 5-10 business days to process this

-But Sarah, you have DONE IT AGAIN YOU FUCKING LEGEND

#sarah j maas #hosab #hosab spoilers #crescent city #crescent city spoilers

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

my opinion on every sjm ship that nobody asked for but here it is anyway

doraelin-oh I wanted this to happen so bad. they were absolutely adorable but when celaena ended it I was like eh ok time to move on

choalena-I liked it in the beginning but when nehemiah died this ship died. and twas the beginning of my hatred for chaol

rowaelin-i really like them and I think their scenes are really cute but they’ve never been a favorite of mine and I think that’s because I don’t love rowan. but he makes my girl happy so 🤷‍♀️

dorian x sorsha- could not care less. sorsha had 0 impact on me

manorian-I don’t like dorian and manon doesn’t need a man. so while they are a hot couple I don’t see them as endgame

choal x nesryn-again could not care less. nesryn has never been a strong character to me and they had no chemistry

choarene-I have very mixed feelings about this one. they have a really beautiful story and are super cute but I really don’t like choal and I was just trying to rush through this book to get to kingdom of ash

nesryn x sartaq-“he loved her since he heard her name” bitch please. this couple is fine ig. it just feels so flat

elorcan-I would have liked it more if lorcan had a better personality. them traveling together is cute but I just can’t get passed lorcan especially when elide is an absolute goddess

lysaedion-I fucking hate aedion. and him calling lysandra a bitch ruined the ship. lysandra deserves the world and aedion is no where close to good enough.

feylin-burn in hell please😁

feysand-I love them so damn much. acomaf is my favorite sjm book ever. they are perfection idc what anyone else says

nessian-somewhere between love and like. so much hot chemistry and acosf is my second favorite sjm book

moriel-would have been so good if mor wasn’t queer. so much angst but sadly sjm ruined mor

emorie-I love the potential

gwynriel-probably my otp between feysand, kanej and this. I am obsessed with their potential. the banter. yes. the chemistry. yes. the everything. yes

e/riel-this makes me want to gouge my eyes out but y’all already know that

elucien-I think their potential and fanon is much better than their canon scenes. I don’t like elain, I don’t love lucien, and I hate soft couples. so currently I’m kind of indifferent

hellion x lady a-anything with hellion is perfect

eris x guy-in my mind eris will always be gay

bryce x conner-didn’t care

bryce x danika-could have been epic. any other writer would have done this

quinlar-fucking love. the betrayal hurt but I want them to be endgame so badly

bryce x aidas-ew. stop. we don’t need a rhys 2.0 we already have eris. just gross man. I don’t judge but I definitely judge if you ship this

juniper x fury-I love it

hypaxia x ruhn-don’t have enough of them to form an opinion. and I don’t like ruhn

#doraelin #choalena #rowaelin #manorian #choarene #elorcan #lysadieon #nesryn x sartaq #feylin #feysand #nessian #gwynriel #elucien #moriel #memorie #hellion x lady a #quinlar #juniper x fury #hypaxia x ruhn #bryce x aidas

[danikatze]

I got a bunch of new followers (hello 💖) bc of Inktober, and I came across this tag game today (on @vacationgerry 's blog!) so I figured I'd answer these questions as a sort of introduction :))

1. Why did you choose your url?

My name is Danika and a 4 year old English girl once, 15+ years ago, called me Danicat. I loved that so much that it's been my username most places since. It used to be danicat91 bc it wasn't available without numbers, but I hated the numbers so I changed it to the German version Danikatze a few years ago. (it's daanikatze on twitter and ig)

2. Any side blogs?

@danifanatic where I rb stuff is the only active one. I have another where I collect art refs/advice and only to never look at it anymore. And another one where I posted original art but that one's dead too (I don't make enough original art and I prefer posting it here anyway)

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2012 I think

4. Do you have a queue tag?

for my sideblog yeah. It's "q"

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

.. bc I wanted to post nsfw stuff and I heard this is where I could do it hehe. I deleted most of it since then. I had a nsfw sideblog for a bit, but I deleted that too a few years ago bc it was dying anyway and then the porn ban happened and I got sick of it.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I love (and in some ways relate to) Shino and he's wearing one of my favourite hoodies in that one. Just really pleased with that drawing overall!

7. Why did you choose your header?

I thought it was cute and Wai just makes me happy :) (She's kinda my air bison oc? My best friend gave me an Appa plushie and it looked nothing like him, and so Wai was born ^^)

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

My dog dad Kakashi comic.. Almost 30k notes now

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Around 15 I think? I've talked to maybe 5 or 6 of them hahah

10. How many followers do you have?

A few thousand, but I accumulated them so slowly that I feel like half of them must've left tumblr by now hahah.

11. How many people do you follow?

78

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

In hindsight I guess the dog dad Kakashi comic is pretty much a shitpost ^^;

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

Err about 15-30 min every morning and then compulsively checking the rest of the day

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Once, wwwaay in the beginning.. I followed someone who kept bullying one of their friends. I told them said friend didn't seem to think it was funny at all, and they told me to mind my own business, after which I unfollowed them. I've learned to just unfollow people when their blog makes me anxious in whatever way (if I can't blacklist the stuff that makes me uncomfortable)

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I skip those very quickly, or maybe see if I can rb another version.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes, but tagging other people is bad for my anxiety :P

17. Do you like ask games?

Yeah! It's been a while since I've done one

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

idk?

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Oh for an aro person I crush so much.. Art crushes mostly, like a mutual will post something and I'll go 🥰 ohh 🥰 amazing 🥰 how skilled 🥰 how cute 🥰

#ikke #tag meme #tag game

[anonymous-20-16]

Bryce's father finds out about her powers. what blinds an oracle?

A phone rang—an outgoing call, linked to the room’s speakers. Hunt scanned the room for the culprit and found the Autumn King with his phone in his hands. But the male was apparently too lost in the rage crinkling his face to care that the call was audible to everyone. Declan Emmet showed no sign of even trying to make the call private as Ember Quinlan picked up the phone and said, “Who is—”   “You’ve known she was Starborn Fae all these years and lied to me about it,” the king bit out.   Ember didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve been waiting for this call for more than twenty years.”   “You bitch—”   A low, agonized laugh. “Who do you think ended your goons all those years ago? Not me and Randall. They had her in their grasp—by the neck. And they had us at gunpoint.” Another laugh. “She realized what they were going to do to me. To Randall. And she fucking blinded them.”   What blinds an Oracle?

Light. Light the way the Starborn had possessed it.   Bryce still sat against the archway, breathing hard. Like summoning that star, wielding the Horn, had taken everything out of her.   Ruhn murmured, more to himself than anyone, “Those books claimed there were multiple Starborn in the First Wars. I told her, and she …” He blinked slowly. “She already knew.”   “She lied because she loves you,” Hunt ground out. “So you could keep your title.”   Because compared to the Starborn powers he’d seen from Ruhn … Bryce’s were the real deal. Ruhn’s ashen face contorted with pain.   “Who knew?” the Autumn King demanded of Ember. “Those fucking priestesses?”   “No. Only me and Randall,” Ember said. “And Danika. She and Bryce got into some serious trouble in college and it came out then. She blinded the males that time, too.”   Hunt remembered the photo on the guest room dresser—taken in the aftermath of that. Their closeness and exhaustion the result not just of a battle fought and won but of a deadly secret revealed at last.   “Her tests showed no power,” the Autumn King spat.   “Yes,” Ember said quietly. “They were correct.”   “Explain.”   “It is a gift of starlight. Light, and nothing more. It never meant anything to us, but to your people …” Ember paused. “When Bryce was thirteen, she agreed to visit you. To meet you—to see if you could be trusted to know what she possessed and not be threatened by it.”   To see if he could handle that such a gift had gone to a half-human bastard and not Ruhn.   Hunt saw no fear on the prince’s face, though. No envy or doubt. Only sorrow.   “But then she met your son. And she told me that when she saw his pride in his Chosen One status, she realized she couldn’t take it away from him. Not when she also saw that was the only value you placed in him. Even if it meant she would be denied everything she was due, even if revealing herself would have meant she could lord it over you, she wouldn’t do that to Ruhn. Because she loved him that much more than she hated you.”   Ruhn’s face crumpled.   Ember spat at the Autumn King, “And then you left her on the curb like garbage.” She let out another broken laugh. “I hope she finally returns the favor, you fucking asshole.” She hung up.   The Autumn King hurled a pitcher of water before him across the room, so hard it shattered against the wall.

hoeab 73

#hoeab #bryce quinlan #ruhn danaan #autumn king #Einar danaan #sjm #sjm fandom #fyp #crescent city #hosue of earth and blod #ember quinlan #starborn #starborn fae

[spaceshipkat]

sigh. okay. here we go. 

1) no it did not. not only have so many other books written friendships between women before, they did so infinitely better. and sure, you can claim that Danika helped Bruce make the climb after the Drop, but let’s be real, Danika convinced Bruce to do so bc of Hunt

2) sure it included her trauma, but not well, not realistically, not respectfully, and certainly not for the first time. sj///m never writes trauma well, and yet she continues to write it and piss on people who deal with actual trauma bc her stans coddle her and never challenge her to do better

3) Bruce is slut-shamed all. the. time. for having casual sex. there is no sex positivity to be found in this book

4) Bruce was never with Connor, if that’s who this stan is referring to, so like. idk what they’re trying to argue here. plus, the relationship bw Hunt and Shahar never felt balanced and equal to me, so i could never get behind it

5) why do stans continue to pretend that sj///m is the first author to ever write “badass female characters” bc she never does it well

6) look i remain pissed about how sj///m wrote about Bruce’s leg. she refused to get it treated bc she wanted to punish herself. plus, it was magically healed. as someone with chronic pain and a bad leg, this is bullshit

7) i remain angry that sj///m made Bruce such an asshole to Ruhn, clearly trying to make us take Bruce’s side here, only for it to be fixed in what felt like the last ten pages of the book

8) yes, i agree with the stan that Bruce’s mom and stepdad are probably the only good parents sj///m has ever written, but i still had some beef with Bruce’s mom due to how she spoke to Bruce

9) ah yes, bc we’ve never seen an author write about men feeling emotions before. also, the situation with Hunt hating the fact he kills for Micah always felt superficial bc we had so. many. instances of Hunt immediately wanting to bestow violence on people for Bruce, so like. no.

10) sorry i just laughed myself into another dimension at the fact that this stan actually thinks what Bruce did for Lehabah was at all compassionate or loving. Bruce bought Lehabah from Jesiba and then kept it from her for who knows how fucking long instead of telling Lehabah instantly bc Bruce wanted to throw a fucking party to ~celebrate Lehabah’s freedom~

stans, open your goddamn eyes and stop kissing sj///m’s ass. 

#anti sjm #anti ccity #anti hoeab #long post

[fieldofgoldenrushes]

I HATE IT HERE

I think the biggest crime ever was not seeing a friendship between Rose and Spud and Trixie.

Think of all the crazy adventure and funny moments those three would have had if adjl had been picked up for a 3rd season.

Like Spud and Rose.

I think they would have been those best friends that are so opposite of each other that you can’t help but wonder how they are friends but they somehow make it work and you can’t help but love them.

They would definitely have a brother-sister relationship with Spud being the uber-chill, laid back genius who doesn’t take his work that seriously even though he’s got the brains for it and Rose would be the workaholic smart girl who stresses hard for her grades {then again, can you blame her? she’s working hard to live two lives here}.

Spud would goof off and Rose would try to be strict with him but he ends up loosening her up and making her laugh with his quirks. I could definitely see Spud doing these little traits that a lovable big brother does to his little sister like noogies, teasing, trying to scare her {and failing}, etc. He would try to make her laugh whenever she’s feeling sad, stressed, or angry and he’d admire her for her bravery for whenever she fights alongside Jake or does anything solo {I’ll always believe Rose moved back to NYC}. Or Rose being the older sister getting ‘annoyed’ by her little brother whenever Spud does his silly shenanigans but in reality she loves them and looks forward to them every time. She would be protective of him from people who make fun of him, she’d comfort him, and I don’t think she would approve of his relationship with Stacey like Jake and Trixie don’t. She would also be inspired by his way of balancing work and play.

They would definitely click that way.

Don’t get me started on Trixie and Rose. Nothing makes me sadder than not seeing these two become the best friends they were destined to be. I’ve thought about these two a lot.

They would have been the best friends. I’m talking tag team, fashionable, psychology in-sync, rage-burning inferno best friends. They’re both sassy, sarcastic, opinionated, strong-willed, protective, athletic, smart, talented, funny, and have ‘strict mom friend’ vibes too.

No, scratch that. They would have been girl friends.

Just think about it for a minute. It would have been a slow burn friendship. I think that although Trixie knows she could trust Rose with her life after everything she’s done, a small part of her still holds that distrust and it’s based on the many times she’s seen Jake, her best friend, get hurt by her even though was for his safety most of the time. She and Rose would get stuck in a situation where Rose finally lets out her frustration towards Trixie’s dislike towards her and Trixie let’s put everything she was feeling towards her. Then Rose would understand and wouldn’t blame her for feeling so iffy towards her because of the past. She would admit to Trixie that she was a little jealous of her at first due to her friendship with Jake because she wished she could have been that close to him when she was in the Huntsclan. She would also tell Trixie that she always admired her even though she didn’t know her well but mostly because of how much Jake trusts her, how loyally she stood by his side, how she protects her friends, and how far she was willing to go. They would come to an understanding and work together to defeat whatever it was they were against {let’s say Fury or Eli Pandarus}.

After they listened to each other’s sides, they slowly realize that they have a lot more in common than they thought and they become friends. Overtime, they end up becoming best friends. Like I said, I thought about these two a lot. Just think of the inside jokes they have, the both of them nagging on the boy when they’re being stupid, teasing each other, talking about serious issues together, etc. I like to think that if Rose or Trixie ever had their doubts {Rose with her strengths as a fighter or her relationship with Jake because of Danika; Trixie with her abilities as a friend or her unofficial relationship with Kyle} they would definitely hype each other up.

Trixie would definitely love the fact that there was another girl in the team and she could talk about things with Rose that she couldn’t with Jake or Spud.

They would definitely call out any toxic masculinity. Let’s be honest some of the men in the show has this toxic trait from time to time {Jake, Spud, Fu Dog, and Lao Shi} and even though they do make up for it later on by learning better, it’d be nice to see Rose and Trixie shut them down. They wouldn’t be those girls who stayed quiet and let them run their mouth. Rose grew up with the Huntsman who always put her down for her mistakes and she was obligated to stay quiet so she doesn’t blow her cover, and Trixie has been around boys all her life but she never let them step over her like some doormat.

They would have had sleepovers. Those nights when Rose would patrol with Jake, she would have slept at Trixie’s place and she’d have an extra bed already set up for her because it’s a regular occurrence but they spent the time talking about their common interests. Or those times when they’re hanging out or doing a mission with Jake, Trixie would have stayed at Rose’s place mostly because Rose wouldn’t let her go home alone so late.

In conclusion, we were robbed.

These three as best friends would have had so much going on, it’s a shame we never really got to see it happen but I like to think after Hong Kong Longs, these three are attached at the hip. Siblings and girl friends. The closest thing we got was the Breakout and Dreamscape episode and they barely interacted both times. But I truly believe that if a 3rd season has been picked up, we would have seen a lot of these friendships.

I would also like to add that Rose probably always thought Trixie and Spud were cool and wanted to be friends with them but never really knew how.

And if in the future - and that’s a pretty big if - Disney decides to continue the story of adjl after all these years, I hope we see these three interact way more. They have too much potential to just be acquaintances.

Ok, that’s my adjl rant for now. Till next time xx

#american dragon jake long rose #american dragon jake long #american dragon #rose adjl #adjl rose #adjl #trixie carter #arthur spudinski #spud #lao shi #fu dog #jake long #rose #theory #headcanon #rant #disney #disney chanel #disney channel

[feysandfeels]

Once again… fuck you sjm for killing the Pack of Devil. I will never forgive nor forget!

#back at it again #this book hurts it just hurts #and when you think it’s not going to hurt more it hurts you more #unfair #uncool #unethical really if we are being honest #HOEAB #CC #House of Earth and Blood #Danika they could never make me hate you but please give me something my girl #Luisa Reads

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Secrets ~ 2

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A buried family secret comes to light thrusting you to the forefront of an old alliance.

Note: Last night I got some not so nice comments about me and I know it doesn’t really matter but considering I have to work on my bday tomorrow and everything is just mounting and mounting up, I don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing. It could be a lot or a little. But thankful to have those who care, you guys, cheering me on.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You went on like nothing had changed. It hadn’t. You weren’t leaving to marry some stranger. Some outdated prince in his crumbling castle. You studied the past, you didn’t want to live in it.

You went to class. Numb. Your anger slaked away as you jotted your notes and tried to ignore the tugging in your chest. Three classes, a coffee in between the second and the third, then you were due at the bookstore for the closing shift.

It was late enough in the year that the customers weren’t so many. You paced the aisles and asked students if they needed help. Few did as they perused the shelves and wandered, almost aimlessly so. Danica was on the till, though you took turns between sorting through the table of discount paperbacks left disordered by curious shoppers.

Only twenty minutes before close and you were near the back of the store, sweeping. Your path was blocked however as you turned in the far aisle. That man, Mr. Barnes, stood by the wall of rucksacks and hoodies, pretending to be interested. Given the fine cut of his suit and the polish of his shoes, you doubted he needed or wanted the campus-branded clothing.

You kept at your work. You got closer and continued to sweep, knocking his heels with the broom as you grumbled a grizzly ‘excuse me’. He chuckled and stepped aside, turning to watch you as you tried to ignore him.

“Your highness,” He said.

“Don’t call me that,” You huffed as you lifted the dustpan and it folded up against the stick. “What are you doing here?”

“My duty.” He said lightly. “I was sent by your fiance to keep an eye on you. To bring you back to him.” He glanced around and slid a magazine from the rack. “To free you of this boring mediocrity.” He flipped through the pages. “You don’t belong here, Duchess.”

He folded back the magazine and turned it to face you. He held it out and you scowled. He waved it impatiently and you sighed as you stepped closer to look. A man, tall, blonde, austere, leaned against an expensive sports car, a mansion behind him, akin to Versailles, as he gazed nonchalantly into the camera. The headline floated beside him; ‘A King for our Times’”

You recognized him. You’d seen him, as most people had; on the news, in tabloids, on questionable gossip blogs. You’d never paid much attention to him or those royals who existed beyond their means. You scoffed and shrugged.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Your lip curled.

“Your feelings don’t really matter,” He closed the magazine and put it back. “The contract stands.”

“You came all this way on the back of a paper signed by a dead king of a dead nation?” You shook your head. “Is your king that desperate?”

His jaw squared and he swallowed. “You think this makes you better than him? This… existence?”

“A life I earned,” You retorted. “I doubt he or you know very much about that.”

“And how much do you know of duty? Obligation? A purpose beyond your own selfish needs?”

“Selfish?” You rolled your eyes. “Sir. We’re closing. You need to leave.”

He tilted his head and grinned. His tongue poked out along his lip and he chuckled.

“Your highness,” He bowed his head. “Until tomorrow.”

He stepped closer and you turned to let him past.

“Don’t bother,” You said to his back as you watched him near the end of the aisle. “I’m not going. Tell him to find someone else.”

He stopped and pushed back his shoulders. He said nothing, just stood there a moment before he continued on. The electronic ding signaled his departure and you let out the breath that had stuck in your chest. 

You clutched the broom and dustpan in one hand and grabbed the magazine from beside you. You went to the counter where Danika was balancing the till.

“Hey,” You leaned the broom and pan against the counter. “I wanna buy this.”

“Just take it.” She shrugged. “With our discount, it might as well be free.”

You nodded and took it, bending it under your arm.

“Anything else besides cleaning?” You asked.

“Nah,” She counted out the last of the pennies. “Go on. I’ll close up.”

👑

You sat on your bed, the glow of your small lamp the only light. After an hour of tossing and turning, you surrender to wakefulness. You stared at the magazine, the glossy cover reflected the light beside you. You sank back into your pillows and picked at the pages until you found the one. You opened the magazine and stared at the man; the king; the strange. Fiance?

He was handsome, sure, but even in a picture, he seemed haughty. There was an arrogance to his shoulder, the way he leaned on the white hood, how he appeared to look down his nose at the lens even while standing on the same level. You flipped the page and began to read. 

A short blurb introduced him as the King of Astrania, once the playboy prince, but, as the article claimed, matured by the throne. You recalled the gossip of those days, yourself barely a teen then. One night, he had a socialite on his arm, the next an actress, next a singer, a model…

‘You’ve done so much. Anything still on the list?’ The interviewer lobbed another softball question.

‘Lots.’ The king answered. ‘I think my mother would be relieved to hear me say I think it’s past time I found a wife. A queen.’

‘You’re going to break a lot of hearts, your majesty.’

‘I’ve had my fun. Maybe too much. If I’m to serve my people, I’ll need someone at my side.’

You lowered the magazine and frowned at the ceiling. You pushed the pages off your chest and rolled over to turn off the lamp. You pulled the pillow over your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thought of being bound to man so opposite yourself made you want to scream but you were too tired for that.

👑

You still didn’t know what to say to your mother. Your whole life was a lie. Not a lie you hated which was worse because the truth threatened to undo it all. When you went to the kitchen to get your coffee, she was there, waiting, a mug ready for you. You didn’t say more than thanks as you took and returned to your room.

You readied yourself for another day. Thursday. The last two days felt like weeks.  You packed up your bag and left through the front door, avoiding your mother who watched you from the kitchen. What were you supposed to tell her? It’s okay you lied to me, it’s okay you don’t want to fight, it’s okay to barter me away before I was even born? None of it was okay.

You reached the end of the walk and a man in a black suit stepped into your path. You stopped short and tried to pass him. Another man, in the same suit, black jacket, black tie, black everything, blocked you again. You turned the other way and found yourself box in by Mr. Barnes. He crossed his arms as he smiled at you.

“You’re off early.” He said.

“I have class.” You sneered and once more tried to make your way around the men. They moved with you, forming a wall. “Get out of my way.”

“The king wants me back before the end of the week. I can’t return empty-handed.”

“I don’t care what your king wants. I have class, work--”

“The jet is charted for three,” He checked his watch. “We have lots of time to pack.”

“You’re not--” You sputtered. “No.”

You looked back at your house. Your mouth stood in the door as she watched. She looked sad, broken. You grimaced at her.

“I told you I’m not going,” You tried to shove past Barnes and the other men grabbed your arms, your bag flopping to the ground. “Hey, let me go.”

“Your highness, my king did permit us reasonable force in our duty,” Barnes said evenly. “And to this point, I have restrained from it.”

“Hey,” Your mother swept through the door and stormed towards the men. “Don’t! Let her go! You’ll hurt her.”

“There is a seat for you on the jet too, Princess,” Barnes offered. “It’s only fitting the mother of the bride should attend the wedding.”

“Get off!” You kicked out and Barnes moved out of the way. “Off!”

“Astrania favours tradition.” He continued. “And it is not unheard for brides to be brought in chains. I’d rather not be so medieval.”

“I don’t wanna go! No!” You continued to struggle. Your mother grabbed at one of the men and was swiftly shaken off. “Stop!”

“Get her inside. The princess, too.” Barnes order.

One man hooked his arms through yours and held them behind you as the other seized your mother. You were turned and forced back down the walk, growling and grunting as you were pushed up the porch steps. Your mother whimpered as she was held by the back of her neck and angled through the front door ahead of you.

Inside, the door clattered and the thicker one was closed and locked. Barnes led the way into the living room and pointed to the couch.

“Princess,” He ordered and your mother was pushed onto the sofa. “Bring the duchess here.”

He beckoned to the hallway and strode ahead of you. Your shoulders ached as you tried and tried to wrench yourself away. Barnes looked in doors until he found your room. You were taken inside as he peered around.

“Cuff her,” He said. “Put her on the bed.”

He turned you and pushed you down onto the mattress. He released your arms as he pinned your down with his knee in your back and you reached back blindly to claw at him. He caught your wrists and held them together, securing them with a pair of thick cuffs before he got off of you. You rolled over and kicked out. Barnes caught your ankle and squeezed until you groaned in pain.

“The king would prefer a bride without a broken foot,” He warned. “But he will accommodate it, should he need to.”

He threw your leg down gruffly and nodded to the man. The other left and you sat up awkwardly, your arms trapped behind you. You stood and Barnes quickly pushed you back down.

“I’ve been nice. Patient.” He said. “But I don’t have time for this.” He pointed his finger in your place. “Perhaps your mother didn’t tell you how these things work or maybe you just didn’t listen. This isn’t a proposal, Duchess. Not a choice.”

You snapped at his finger and he drew away quickly. He smirked and scoffed and shoved you back roughly.

“Keep it up and I’ll have you strapped down.” He snarled. 

You slowly sat up, glaring at him, but didn’t go further. “Fuck you.” You spat.

His eyes rounded then he snickered again. 

“Oh, there’s a lot to work on, Duchess. That mouth, first of all,” He turned and pulled open the sliding door of your closet. “Ugh, and…” He touched a wool sweater. “And these, most of all.”

The man in black reappeared with a suitcase, the other faded leather dug up from the linen closet. He slapped it down on the bed beside you and flipped it open. He went to stand in the door, blocking it with his wide frame.

“Duchess, future queens, do not wear…” He held up a jacket. “Tweed.”

You growled, fighting the urge to kick him. You couldn’t reach and the cuffs kept you off-balance.

“We’ll take enough for the time being but… we’ll have to bring in some stylists,” He dropped an armful of clothes into the suitcase. “For…” He looked you up and down. “Everything.”

“You can’t do this,” You snarled.

“I can. I am.” He insisted as he tucked in the corners of the clothing. “That’s what you don’t seem to understand. I can do whatever I want. I have an order from the king and I have diplomatic authority. Now, I have been nice so far, I will even allow your mother to accompany you.”

“No,” You hissed. “No, leave her here.”

“Leave her?” He asked.

“It’ll be easier.” You lowered your chin. “For both of us.”

He was quiet. He nodded and stepped away. He went to the attached bathroom and returned with your pouch of essentials. 

“We can make up for whatever we forget,” He dropped it atop the open suitcase. “Anything in particular I’ve missed, duchess?”

“Beyond human decency?” You challenged.

He laughed once more and closed the suitcase. 

“It’s a long flight,” He said. “And it’ll be longer with those.” He tugged on the cuffs. “Hopefully it gives you time to think.”

He zipped up the bag and handed it to the man in black. Then he grabbed you and lifted you onto your feet. He guided you from the room with his hand on your wrists. Your mother sat, the other man staring her down, and looked over as you entered.

“Please, don’t take her. Please.” She begged as she tried to stand only to be nudged back by her watcher. “You can’t--”

“Princess, you know you can’t stop us.” Barnes said. “And your daughter has made up her mind. You will stay.” He bent to look her in the eyes. “You get your wish. Stay in your exile, pretending, playing at normalcy.”

“I’ll go,” She pleaded. “Let me go.” She leaned over and looked around him at you. “Don’t leave me here. I’ll come with you. I’ll-- I’ll-- you’re my daughter--”

“And you lied to me.” You sniffed. “You did this. Why would I want you to come?”

“I’m your mother.” She uttered.

“You’re the Princess of Ecklun. It was written there on that paper.” You sneered. “In your hand. I have to live with what you’ve done but it doesn’t mean I have to live with you.”

You turned your head up and held back the sudden wave of sadness which swelled in you. Everything you knew was just a lie. Your own mother. Your only family. She’d sold you like cattle. If she had warned you, maybe you could have stayed hidden. If she had warned you, maybe you wouldn’t be so unprepared. If she had warned you…

“Well,” You looked at Barnes. “Are we going?”

He stepped away from your mother and took your arm. “No goodbyes?”

“She signed her farewell a long time ago,” You said and turned away from her. “She’s had years to prepare for this. Years she stole from me.”

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Shadow & Smoke***

Pablo Schreiber x Reader x Lewis Tan

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUTTTT, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Words: 5k

Summary: Eh.  🤷🏽‍♀️

Note: So this is a mixture of two firsts for me. This was inspired by the song Mr. Man by Alicia Keys. How did I do? 

I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you so much for reading!   ❤️ 

 If you enjoyed this, please LIKE, COMMENT and REBLOG. ❤️❤️

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

 The nights were starting to blend together. It wasn’t that you were bored, but there was a routine in place that you’d become—too accustomed to. You were the type of woman who liked routine and normalcy, but you also liked the unpredictability that life sometimes offered. Being the girlfriend of one of the most, if not the most powerful and dangerous man in the city meant that you were always on his arm.

 Pablo liked to bring you along to business deals he needed to close. You thought it was to show you off, but it was really a more tactful reason than that. He did it to sift out who had the potential to be disloyal. His logic was if any of them dared to ogle you while he was there, then they’d have the balls to fuck him over in business.

“There’s a thin line between loyalty and disloyalty, and usually the deciding factor in it all came down to a pretty face.”

 If he wasn’t bringing you to handle business, you were being whisked to surprise shopping trips, extravagant trips, delectable eateries that charged a ridiculous amount of money for their dishes. Usually, every night, you were on his arm at one of his clubs as he showed his face and ate up all the adoration and respect one in his high position brought.

 You’d met him as a liquor sales rep almost four years ago. You walked into one of his clubs with the intent to convince him to purchase some of the alcohol you were peddling. From almost the minute he sat down, you were attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? The man was almost seven feet tall, built like no one’s business, had haunting hazel eyes, and such a hypnotizing aura around him. He spoke, you listened, he smiled you gawked, he licked his lips, you shifted in your seat.

 By the time you got up to leave the club, he’d bought you out of everything, easily meeting and exceeding your quota for the month. His reason was he had to have you free for him because he hated competition of any sort. That was when you got the first glimpse of the man he was—a force to be reckoned with. An hour after you left, he’d already called you and scheduled himself for dinner that night. One dinner led to lunch the next day, then dinner that night, and a whirlwind weekend trip to France where you found out just how much of a force to be reckoned with he was.

 Flash forward four years later, and your role in his life had only increased, and your understanding of his role in the city among the mayor, governor, senator, and other heavy hitters had fully sunk in. Pablo “Shadow” Schreiber was at the top of the food chain. Everyone was either terrified of him or wanted to be with him.

 “You look incredible tonight, sweetheart.”

 Glancing to your left, you found Pablo’s eyes. Within them, there was a hint of mischief as well as a whole lot of desire. You leaned close to his face leaving barely an inch.

 “You’re welcome to look, daddy,” you replied a little above a whisper.

 At the mention of that word, Pablo’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his eyes dropped to yours. Deciding to tease him, you trailed your tongue over your bottom lip, knowing that the long-wear lipstick you wore would stay in place. Pablo’s groan sounded closer to a growl, and with the sound, the heat in his eyes intensified.

 “Be careful, sweetheart.”

 “Boss.”

 Like clockwork, one of his henchmen interrupted. It was always a thing. The two of you would create this bubble of teasing and desire only to have it be popped by someone who needed something from him. You were attention-starved.

 Pablo looked from you and to Leo, his third. When Leo got his attention, he leaned down to whisper business. Rolling your eyes, you looked away and around the club. That was when you saw him. he was across the club leaning against the bar. In one hand, he held a drink and clasped between his pointer and middle finger was something rolled and lit. You couldn’t tell if it was a cigarette, a blunt, or something else.  Something said it was your second guess.

 You watched him raise the crystal glass to his lips. The smoke danced around his face creating an element of mystery that completely intrigued you.  From what you could see, he was checking out the club and the women inside. His eyes danced from one to the other, never resting long. Either none of them was what he liked, or he was searching for something—someone specific.

 When he brought the rolled substance to his lips, you watched as he took a long puff. Before he released it, his eyes moved to your area of the club. Clutching your drink glass, you watched him, unsure if he were looking at you. The stranger turned his body in your direction and slowly blew out the smoke. If he was mysterious before, he was now ten times so. Slowly the smoke cleared, and it was then you got a good look at his face. He was gorgeous.

 It had been a while since a face was able to stop you in your tracks. None had since Pablo’s. You lifted your glass to your lips and slowly drank down the Whiskey. The ice cubes in your glass gently bounced against your lip, giving you a slight chill as the heat of the alcohol deliciously burned you. As the liquid slinked down your throat, your eyes remained locked with the stranger at the bar.

 Time seemed to stop. The air became thick, so thick it was almost difficult for you to get a full breath. When you saw his tongue snake out to wet his lips, your eyes dropped to his mouth. A small smirk spread across his lips, and you could feel the smug coming off of him.

 Almost unconsciously, your tongue peaked out of your mouth and slowly traced the path around the rim of your glass. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Dipping your tongue into the glass, you used it to scoop up an ice cube to suck on. Gone was that small smirk. It was now a full-on grin. He was sexy, and though you knew you shouldn't be doing this, especially with Pablo right beside you, you couldn’t help it. He’d left you wanting for too long.

 Once the ice cube had melted, you looked away. His eyes were too hypnotizing, and the longer you looked into them, the more you wanted to risk Pablo’s wrath. Pablo gently rubbed your exposed thigh before he got up and walked off with Leo and Laith. You’d learned early that he was always busy, and his free time was not as plentiful as one would think a boss’s would be. You’d also learned that everything in his life took balance. You must have gotten spoiled when you were his top priority for the first two years.

 He went above and beyond, ensuring that you knew your value to him. He went to great lengths to make sure you felt special, loved, and prized above all else. He did this with small, romantic gestures as well as grand displays and deeply satisfying intimate moments. By year three, he’d incorporated more and more work, more and more business trips. Every month he was on a plane. Depending on the reason for the trip, you’d be right beside him on the private jet, but four out of ten times, you were left under the watchful eye of Levi, his brother.

 Pablo looked back at you as he walked off. The look spoke volumes, and it was loud. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the glass he left behind and finished it. The music in the club and the patrons were your only entertainment for a while. When you looked back to the bar, the stranger was gone. You were left with an annoyed feeling that mixed with your slight arousal. You made a note to give Pablo an earful once you got home. If he was hell-bent on keeping you around, he’d better start acting like it.

 After twenty or so minutes, you’d had six fingers of Whiskey, and you were feeling better than a little nice. You were still alone at your table under the watchful eye of two of Pablo’s henchmen. Every so often, when a song came on that you liked, you got up and made your way to the VIP dancefloor. This was where the girls of the men Pablo employed hung out. You never mixed with them. You always got the feeling they either didn’t like you, or they wanted to be you--literally. Whatever it was, it always made you uncomfortable.

 “It’s both.”

 You looked back and found Danika, Levi’s long time girlfriend. The figure-hugging white dress she wore clung to her like a second skin. It matched perfectly with her ankle strap silver heels. She winded her hips to the music and smiled widely.

 “When did you get here?”

 “Maybe five minutes ago. Levi couldn’t allow me one night of quiet,” she informed.

 You closed the space to her. The two of you kissed cheeks like bougie wives did, only it wasn’t fake with the two of you. she and Levi had gotten together about the same time you and Pablo got together, and both of you found solace in each other because you both could relate to what the other was going through. When you were left alone because of Pablo’s trips, more times than not, she would be too because Levi would go as well.

 “They don’t like you, and they want to be you. it’s the same with me.”

 The two of you glanced at the group of girls huddled to your right and simultaneously rolled your eyes.

 “They think if we weren’t in the picture that Levi and Pablo would fuck them,” Danika voiced louder then necessary. She was putting them on notice.

 “Not knowing that even if we weren’t in the picture, they’d never look twice at them. There’s filet mignon, and there’s Kobe beef. Why chew on filet mignon when Kobe melts in your mouth?”

 The girls were trying not to look at you, but you knew they heard her. Danika had no chill and always spoke her mind. Pablo always thought that when you were together that you wouldn’t get into too much trouble. Little did he know Danika was not the angel she pretended to be. She’d gotten you into your fair share of trouble—trouble he knew about and trouble he didn’t.

 The two of you danced together when the song changed and played off each other. In no time, it was as if no one else in the club mattered. While you were wrapped up in the song and the buzz you were feeling from the Whiskey, you saw him again from the corner of your eye. This time he was in a shaded part of the club that was cloaked in dark color. The hues of red and purple decorated his skin but illuminated it enough for you to make out some of the detail. He was incredibly handsome.

 Before you knew it, you were dancing with Danika while eye fucking the man. You didn’t know what the hell had come over you. Never in the four years had you behaved like this with anyone else but Pablo. He was the only one who could bring out this wanton side of you—or so you thought. When Danika shrieked out with the change of the song, you looked away from him. You began to wonder if you should make a move.

 Glancing around the club, you clocked each of Pablo’s henchmen. His brother, Levi, his number two, was sitting watching Danika, who was now undressing him with her eyes. You knew any minute she’d go over, and they’d be practically fucking in the club. Danika pulled you close to her and whispered.

 “You have an audience.”

 Glancing at her, she coyly nodded her head over to the stranger. You tried not to smile, but it was useless.

 “Ah, you’ve noticed. He’s cute.”

 “D, stop.”

 “Why? It’s true.”

 You giggled and rolled your eyes but took a quick peek in his direction again. His eyes hadn’t left you.

 “I can distract Levi if you want to--.” She winked.

 “D! Stop it! That’s insane.”

 “Why? You’re not dead. Plus, what Shadow doesn’t know--,” she trailed.

 This was the kind of trouble Danika was good for. She was like the devil on your shoulder. You knew she’d fooled around on Levi and had heard stories of the fooling around Levi occasionally did when he felt that itch. Neither were stupid, but both were crazy, so they kept their misdealings on the low. You, on the other hand, had never fooled around behind Pablo’s back. You never had a reason to.

 As your eyes met the gorgeous stranger’s again, you bit your bottom lip. Until now, you thought. You caught the eye of Pablo walking back to the table. Leo was still beside him, yapping away, but he also had two other men surrounding him. he was still talking shop. Annoyance flared through you with a vengeance. Danika walked to Levi and sat on his lap before her lips met his. You walked back to the table and sat. You felt his eyes on you with every step you took.

You sat beside Pablo and tried to get past the unexpected thoughts you were having. Five minutes passed, but still, the thoughts persisted. When you looked up, the stranger was again in the shadows. Fuck it, you thought before you stood and took a step.

 “Where you going, sweetheart?”

 Painting a sugary smile on you responded. “Bathroom, baby.”

 Pablo nodded, but you felt him watching you. He was a secure man, but he was a possessive one. You walked through the crowd; all the while sneaking peeks at the stranger. You turned the corner and walked down the dark corridor that led to the bathroom. You knew this club like the back of your hand.

 Once inside the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror and focused on toying with your hair. By the time you got to twelve, the door had opened, and in walked the stranger. You locked eyes from the mirror, and you damn near buckled. He was even more beautiful than you thought. His eyes were so brown and so damn penetrative that you decided to have his face between your thighs then and there.

 As if reading your thoughts, he locked the door and, in the same breath, pushed up behind you. You could feel his hardness pressing into your ass. His hands gripped your body, one at your breast, the other at your hip. The way he held you felt possessive like he owned you. The only one to have ever held you like that was Pablo. This was a man who knew what he wanted and took it. Pablo was that caliber of a man as well. It was intoxicating.

 His lips fastened onto your neck and immediately found your spot. When you felt his teeth graze your skin, you pulled away and glared at him through the mirror. Another smirk spread across his face. In seconds he’d had you turned around so you faced him. When his lips crashed to yours, he wasted no time delving his tongue into your mouth. Almost instantly, he took control of the kiss, and almost instantly, your lacy thong was drenched.  

 As if sensing this, you felt his fingers graze your inner thigh until it connected with your sex. You gasped on his mouth, which permitted him even more access to your mouth. Fuck, you thought. You were losing control of this situation. Pulling your lips from his, you looked at him. The fire in his eyes had heat rushing through you. You watched as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices off. Once his fingers were clean, he moaned.

 “You’re as sweet as you look.”

 Grabbing his shirt, you pulled him to you, but instead of claiming his lips, you began pushing his head lower. He knew what you wanted. In seconds he hoisted you into his arms and began lifting you higher into the air as if you weighed an ounce. One he’d placed you on his shoulders, he used his teeth to pull your thong to the side before he began his feast.

 “Fuck!”

 Slapping your hand across your mouth, you groaned and mumbled another curse into your palm. It was clear from the start he had no intention of going slow. The fast flicks of his tongue had your back arching, and the soft nibbles he dropped in had your free hand tangling in his hair. When you felt your back press onto the cold surface of the bathroom, you moaned again. You didn’t dare remove your hand from your mouth. You didn’t trust yourself. The stranger between your legs used both his hands and pried your thighs apart, so he was holding you against the wall spread like French doors.

 The thick pad of his tongue slowly licked you from opening to clit. When he got to your clit he sucked it into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, and the increase in suction had you feeling the first stirs of your orgasm.

 “Yes, yes, right there. Fuck! Oh my god!”

 Feeling a scream coming, you plastered both your hands across your mouth to lessen the volume. He dipped his tongue into your core, and you lost your shit right then and there. When you began shaking, he didn’t slow down. He picked up the pace. You couldn’t believe someone could fuck a pussy with their tongue so quickly. After every three or four dips, he sucked your clit into his mouth as if he was a hoover vacuum.

 Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you knew you were seconds from coming. Without warning, you gripped his head and hugged it to your sex as you came. He moaned and slurped your flesh, accepting every drop you gave.

 “Shit, shit, Shiiiit!”

 If anyone busted the door down, you would have the hardest time explaining this away. There would be no way. Slowly his lips and tongue slowed their devil work, allowing you to come down. As if to keep you on your toes, he nibbled your clit every so often. The action always had you gasping, gripping his hair tighter and arching back every so slightly to finish with a satisfied moan.

 When he pulled his face back, his jaw was drenched, and there was a glistening layer of your juices outlining his mouth.

 “A man could get drunk off this sweet pussy, sugar lips.”

 Jesus Christ, you thought as new wetness with fresh arousal washed through you. His eyes dipped between your legs, and a grin spread across his face.

 “Wet for me again already?”

 Your gear watched vibrated, indicating you’d gotten a message. Glancing at it, you saw Danika’s message.

 MSG D: You have twenty seconds to get back, or your cover is kaput.

 “Fuck,” you groaned under your breath as you began wriggling in his arms.

 He lowered you to the floor then stepped back, giving you a little space. You fixed yourself as best you could and tried to ignore the wetness between your legs.

 “I take it reciprocity is dead.”

 You looked at him and dropped your eyes to see him holding his crotch. He was mouthwateringly hard. Part of you wanted to see what he was concealing behind those pants, but if you were caught, you knew Pablo would beat him to a pulp or worse.

 “Unfortunately, there’s no time. Thank you though, I really needed that.”

 You walked to the door, and as you passed him, you gently tapped his cheek.

 “Glad I could be of service.”

 You quickly rushed out the bathroom, and down the corridor, you’d walked down back to the main hall of the club. As you rounded the corner, you met three of Pablo’s men.

 “Everything okay?”

 “Perfect,” you answered with a smile before you pushed past them to make your way back over to Pablo, relishing in the decrease of tension in your body. It had been too long, indeed.

 The rest of the night progressed as it usually did. Pablo finished up the business thirty or so minutes before you left. The beautiful stranger with the skillful mouth was nowhere to be found. The two of you then made your way home. While in the car, Pablo’s hand found the space between your thighs.

 “I’m sorry about tonight.”

 “You know if work is the only important thing to you, then maybe we need to have a conversation about where that leaves us.”

 His grip tightened, making you flinch.

 “Y/N, come on,” Pablo began.

 “You haven't touched me in almost two months. If you’re not fucking me, who are you fucking?”

 Your words were laced with hidden poison. He knew it. Instead of speaking again, you both remained silent.

 When the car pulled up to your half a block townhouse, you walked ahead of him as he got updates from his men posted around the property. You were still pretty relaxed from your bathroom tryst, but you were angry with him as well. Once you made it to your shared bedroom, you stripped and got into the shower.

 A little less than halfway through, you felt Pablo’s hands around your midsection. Ignoring him, you continued soaping your body and paid no mind to his growing appendage that was pressing into your back. When you were out of heels, he towered over you like a giant. He kissed your neck and down to your shoulder then brought his lips back to your neck. He knew what he was doing, and he knew you knew as well.

 Pablo’s hand crept down your stomach to where your thighs met.

 “Pablo--,” you warned.

 “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know I’ve been neglecting you. I’m sorry.”

Slowly his finger circled your clit, and it didn’t take long for your desire for him to unfurl.

 “Let me make it up to you,” Pablo whispered before he turned you to him. he kissed you with heat, passion, and intensity, all of which you felt tonight in that bathroom. In seconds Pablo had lifted you into his arms to his height and lowered you onto his throbbing cock.

 Both of you sighed, but the moment of savoring was short. Pablo took control of your body, moving you along his length with expert strength. People didn’t fear him for no reason. He was a beast of a man in stature and disposition. What started as slow deep strokes turned to frenzied shallow thrusts. You knew then this was not going to be a tender reacquaintance of your bodies. It was going to be the opposite.

 Pablo pressed you against the tile of the shower and dipped his tongue into your mouth to entangle with yours. His kiss commanded your surrender. You knew when you gave in, you wouldn’t be disappointed, so you did. Pablo groaned once he felt your surrender. It was then he sunk into your heat to the hilt. The scream you let out was loud, and it only fueled him further.

 Pablo pounded into you. Each time your bodies connected, the force of his stroke had your body bouncing up only to drop back onto his searing cock.

 “Fuuuuuck, daddy!”

 A growl escaped him before he turned and walked out of the shower to bring you back to your bed. When he dropped you onto the sheets, he flipped you onto your stomach and slammed back into you.

 “Aaaah!”

 “Mmm. Daddy missed you, sweetheart!”

 His voice was tender, but the way he pummeled your pussy spoke of something else. He was on a mission.

 “Don’t ever say that shit to me again. do you understand?”

 No words. Not liking it, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back so your back had the perfect inward arch.

 “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Do you—understand?”

 You vigorously nodded. He was so deep you couldn’t muster any words.

 “Words, Y/N.”

 “Yes, daddy. Yes!”

 “Good girl.”

 As if this was a reward for your compliance, he rotated his hips, so you felt every inch of his desire as it marked every crevice inside of you. You doubted anyone had ever made you feel this good.

 Your moans, pants, and groans melded together. The sounds filled your room, and you knew anyone outside could hear you. It turned Pablo on even more to know that everyone could hear how good he was fucking you. You didn’t care who knew how good he made you feel. When he began jackhammering into you, you saw stars and clenched around him as your orgasm violently ripped through you.

 “Fuck me!”

 On command, he did just that to the point where you became hoarse, and you didn’t know what day it was. When you couldn’t take another orgasm, you dropped to the bed, but Pablo kept plowing into you. His stoked became sloppy, and you knew he was close. When he came, he grunted loudly, nearly terrifying you with the loudness of it. He thrust forward as if he were trying to rip you apart. The feel of his love inside of your canal nudged you over the edge to your final release. Pablo dropped kisses along your back before he rolled off of you to lie on his back. That was how the two of you fell asleep. Both too exhausted to even cover yourselves.

 The next day when you woke up, your body hummed with satisfaction. After checking your messages and emails, you took a quick shower and wrapped in one of your robes, then made your way down to breakfast. You were starving. It was a regular sight to see several of Pablo’s men through the house; you never batted an eye to it. Often times, they spoke and nodded their heads in respect as you passed, and you always reciprocated that politeness. There was no need to be a bitch.

 When you made it to the dining room, you saw Pablo already sitting there.  When he saw you, he smiled softly. You walked over to him and bent, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. When you began to back away, he dropped his hand to your ass and held you there to deepen the kiss. You both moaned quickly, getting lost in each other. All was forgiven.

 “Good morning, sweetheart.”

 “Good morning, baby.” Pablo kissed you once more, and as you were moving to the seat beside him, he pulled you to the space in front of him on the table. Your ass had the china clattering loudly.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “I’m hungry.”

 That was all he said before he pushed you back onto the table and spread your thighs.

 “Pablo--,” you began before the rest of your sentence fluttered away once his lips connected with your sex.

 A soft moan escaped you, and any protest faded. You rested on your elbows and enjoyed the feel of him between your thighs.

 “Mmmm, yes, baby. Fuck, that feels so good.”

 Pablo knew just what to do to set you on fire and what to do to tease you. he was in the mood to tease you. After a few minutes of teasing, you wanted more and had no problem letting him know. You gripped his head, held his hair, and began rocking your sex across his mouth. Pablo moaned and allowed you to use his face to your delight. Every few swipes, he slurped your flesh, sending shivers through your body and bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

 “Mmm, yes, daddy, right there.” You looked at him, and your eyes met. The man was temptation. His hand crept up to grip your breast as he forcefully sucked your clit into his mouth.

 The action had you remembering the bathroom at the club.

 “Mmm, shit, baby. You’re gonna make me come.”

 You bucked across his mouth and closed your eyes to fully enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. In a matter of seconds, Pablo’s intent shifted from teasing, and seconds later, you were coming. He moaned and lapped up every drop.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 “Wow, when you said to come over for breakfast, I thought you meant pancakes and eggs, not sugar and spice.”

 Your eyes flew open at the new voice. From upside down, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You closed them and opened again, but the sight was the same.

 “Around here, sugar and spice is the only thing ever on the menu,” Pablo replied.

 He kissed your inner thigh then tapped it. Snapping out of your frozen state, you sat up, fixed yourself, and chanced a look back. As sure as the sun was shining, the stranger from last night was standing at the other end of the table with a satisfied grin on his face.

 “You took your time getting over here,” Pablo said as he walked over to him.

 You watched the two men embrace as manly men did. The whole time you stood there, stunned and speechless. Your boyfriend was chatting up and laughing with the man you’d allowed to bury his face between your thighs.

 “Come here, sweetheart.”

 On shaky legs, you walked to the two men, all the while gripping the collar of your robe.

 “Y/N, meet my best friend, the one man I trust with everything next to Levi,” Pablo informed. With every word, your eyes widened.

 The stranger held his hand out to you with a smile. “Lewis,” he said.

 Fighting the shock, you took his hand and shook it. “Although the pleasure is all yours, I’m glad to finally meet you,” Lewis teased. You knew his words had a double meaning. Instead of speaking of it being nice to meet him too, the only thing in your head was the repetitive thought. 

You’re fucked.

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Lee’s Note: Hopefully this was good, I’m still trying to find my groove again. How was this intro to Lewis and Pablo?  😬

#shadow & smoke fic #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber fanfiction #lewis tan #lewis tan fanfiction #black fanfiction #smut

[separatist-apologist]

El/riels say over and over again that the reason Elain didn't reject the mating bond is because it should happen in her book.

While I agree with this, it still makes me question why it takes so long for Elain to even say something about it. If there should happen a mating bond rejection, why were they never any hints that Elain is planning to do so? Do people honestly believe that she's either dumb enough or shy enough to ask Feyre if there is another way? Feyre sees Elain avoiding Lucien, no way wouldn't she tell Elain that she can reject it. Sarah could have at least mention through Feyre that Elain asked Feyre about the mating bond or something, BUT SHE NEVER DID. The only thing Elain said was that she doesn't want a male nor a mate and that doesn't only count for Lucien, but literally all males- including Azriel who wants a mating bond. She wants fricking Grayson.

We never got any hints that she's planning to reject the mating bond and she never said anything about it. We only got the hint that she doesn't want a mating bond. We got hints that Elain will probably do something in the future to get her human life back- for example when she asked Amren about her past in acofas. In acofas and acowar she showed us more and more that she dislikes her fae life and wants her human life back. Elain ignoring Lucien or apparently "hating" Lucien as some love to say is not enough, because again... 2,5 years and not once mentioned that she wants to reject it? Or that she has problem with Lucien himself?

What I hate the most to hear is that Elain is going to reject the mating bond for Azriel. I mean... ew. Should a mating bond rejection happen between Elain and Lucien then I at least hope because of herself and not because of Azriel.

Also what would a mating bond rejection even bring to the story? How would that be interesting? Especially when Lucien is the type of guy that would accept it and leave. So.. El/riel have secret sex, they get caught by Rhys, Elain decides to reject the bond and finally talks to Lucien about it, Lucien is heartbroken but accept it so she can be happy and then.. that's it? It's literally nothing. Not interesting like it would be if Mor and Eris had a mating bond rejection or Helion and LoA (if they are mates). Elucien aren't even in love or something so the reader's reaction would just be like "okay... anyways".

And last but not least, since El/riels love to brag about how big the matind bond rejection is.. it would require Lucien's POV as well. They never thought about that, haven't they?

Look, I try really hard not to talk about that side here because their theories don't interest me BUT I'll make an exception. I keep seeing on reddit primarily that a lot of things are happening off page. Elain's healing? Done. Elain's romance? Apparently they live together. Elain's job? Secret off-page training. Which begs the question, what exactly happens in her book? 800 pages of flashbacks? 400 pages of flashbacks, 100 of breaking the bond and 300 of Autumn Court espionage? And I don't engage because live and let head canon (except these head canons are treated like fact) but when has SJM EVER written a story this way?

I also keep seeing people saying they're tired of mating bonds and it's cliched to write another, that they want to see choice over bonds blah blah blah and AGAIN. When has SJM ever written that story? Sometimes you need to just take a hard look at the genre in front of you. SJM likes mates, she likes healing journeys, she likes writing in the present. Even CC, which has Bryce half living in the past as she unravels Danika's secret life, never has us viewing things through flashbacks.

Anyway, not to monologue but like, I'm tired of the picking and choosing of which parts of Elain's personality are allowed to matter and how much of Az's own perspective we're allowed to consider by a group of people who pretend they care about Elain and her choice but also deny her agency at ever given turn by claiming she's done healing and is going into a life of espionage and solitude and darkness when she's said on page what she wants (to travel, to be in the fucking sun like JFC sometimes I feel like a crazy person). It's only important, it only counts, it's only about defending Elain if it's in relation to bat dick and if you think the nonsense with FBAA is wild, just wait until it's not e*riel confirmed. We'll see how much choice matter's then.

#anti e*riel #every time i hear i cant be pro elain if i ship elucien i have to laugh #oh no she cringed #at least i havent disregarded her personality #at least i dont pretend shes done all her work off page

[adamwatchesmovies]

Supernova (2000)

Supernova is a joke. Its endless problems compel you to nitpick it to death. Unfortunately, it's also completely forgettable so watch out; you might watch it once, hate it, and then accidentally see it again down the line.

In the early 22nd century, violent cartoons have been banned, robots and artificial intelligence are commonplace, and mankind has mastered light-speed travel. On the medical search-and-rescue- ship Nightingale 229, Captain A.J. Marley (Robert Forster), co-pilot Nick (James Spader), medical officer Kaela (Angela Bassett), medical technician Yerzy (Lou Diamond Phillips), paramedic Danika (Robin Tunney), and technician Benjamin (Wilson Cruz) receive a distress signal from Titan 37 - 3,000 light-years away. Teleporting there, the ship suffers heavy damages. With the man responsible for the distress signal (Peter Facinelli), the crew discovers a mysterious alien artifact.

I’ll get my biggest nitpick out of the way first. The Nightingale 229 is the most ill-conceived rescue vessel I’ve ever seen. The way the transdimensional jump system works is that everyone has to get into these capsules before the jump. If they don’t… did you see The Fly? I can buy that. The problem is that the ship only has 6 capsules!

On paper, this plot sounds like it could make sense, or be good. In execution, it feels like stuff just happens. The characters are flat and the performances are awful. It never feels like the events of Supernova are happening in a living breathing world, instead, it’s just some half-baked, hackneyed script that’s been chopped up and re-written over and over, held together with some flashy special effects and pseudo-science that raises more questions than answers. The only way to properly explain the film's stupidity is to spoil certain plot points but believe me, you still won't truly understand what it feels like to sit down and watch this accident in space.

That mysterious artifact I mentioned? It’s a bomb. Not just a regular bomb, an explosive created by 9th-dimensional aliens to destroy everything in our universe. Why? Two theories are proposed. 1) They fear us. A ridiculous supposition. 2) They want to “enable humankind to achieve a new level of existence”. I’d buy that one, except for the fact that the artifact makes people go insane and go kill-crazy!

Here’s where I start asking questions. These aliens have developed a weapon that will destroy all matter in our 3-dimensional Universe - for kicks. Why hide it in the middle of some moon orbiting a blue sun? Why hide it at all? Just drop it in our galaxy and activate it right away. We’re told the device manipulates peoples’ minds into making them want to bring it to Earth, where it will detonate. That makes no sense. If you went through all the trouble to acquire an atomic bomb so you could kill Mike Schneider, director of “Night of the Living Dead Reanimated”, and instead of just dropping it onto the city where he lived, you spent days tracking down their home. It’s overkill and a waste of effort. What if someone figured out what the device did and found a way to disarm it, or better yet, sent it back to those 9th-dimensional hamster raisins and blew them up?!

Supernova is kind of fascinating, the kind of picture you’d love to see with the director so they could explain to you what went wrong. Except no one would bother documenting this catastrophe. This is just another obscure, crappy science fiction movie that reminds you of other, better works. (On VHS, January 21, 2016)

#Supernova #movies #films #MovieReviews #FilmReviews #WalterHill #DavidC.Wilson #FrancisFordCoppola #JackSholder #JamesSpader #AngelaBassett #RobertForster #LouDiamondPhillips #PeterFacinelli #robintunne #wilson cruz #2000movies #2000films