#I’m just writing what I think to work trough what I feel

[eepywriters]

I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #first request #yippie

[mqsi]

hello! id like to request a angsty pedri fic! you're a huge pedri fan and you finally get a chance to meet him in person, but he just turns out to be a massive asshole. that wouldn't be a problem if you just didn't run into him everywhere you go.

i really like the last pedri fanfic you wrote (the one where he makes an insult and goes too far) so can this fanfic also have something like pedri calling the reader an annoying pest (something like that) because they keep running into each other when they both least expect it. your writing is absolutely beautiful btw, keep up the amazing work!

Hii,thank you sm, I’m glad you liked it! 🥹💞

I trully hope Pedri would never do this cause omg this was hard on me to write

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You were a big Barcelona fan, especially of a certain midfielder. You attended quite a few games at Camp Nou but was never in a situation to actually meet Pedri. But today was your lucky day when a well know green car passed you and soon made a stop. Other people recognized it as well and started making a crowd around it but you were quick enough to come in time.

Pedri lowered his windows, obviously not in the greatest mood. You handed him the phone to take a picture and just as you were about to slip from the crowd, someone pushed you and you dropped the phone into his car.

“What the hell?” He said, irritated.

“I’m so sorry, someone pushed me” you said, blush covering your cheeks. He basically threw the phone back at you, glaring at your direction. You ran off as soon as you grasped the phone. You were a bit disappointed about the encounter, you expected to be met with a cheerful Pedri, like the media shows him to be. You told yourself that he was just not in the mood and that you should be lucky to even meet him.

Little did you know that your favourite footballer will make your love for him bitter. Just two days later, as you were walking with your little cousin, you ran into Pedri’s car again. Your cousin screamed from excitment, pulling you towards the car so he can take a picture. As you slipped trough people, you saw Pedri was in a much better mood today, all smiles. But as you came to the window, his demeanor suddenly changed. He scrunched his eyebrows and you hesitated for a moment,before asking him to take picture with your cousin. He did but a frown never left his face. After that, you really started to think that it has something to do with you.

Things just started to get weirder. As you were sitting in the passanger seat, driving with your mom, you stopped at the red light. You looked to your right, only to be met with Pedri’s eyes. He looked at you, almost in schock that it was you again. You quickly turned your head, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. The next time it happened, you just wanted to cross the street but the car that stopped to let you pass was none other than Pedri’s.

Pedri and Gavi were sitting in a car, when Pedri practically jumped.

“Do you see that girl in a white hoodie that’s just now crossing?” He said, turning to look at Gavi. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at you. You made eye contact with both of them. Gavi seemed completely uninterested while Pedri had a signature annoyed expression whenever you ran into each other.

“What about her?” Gavi asked.

“I can’t get away from her! I don’t know why we run into each other every fucking day”

Gavi just shrugged, not quite understanding why Pedri was fussing over this.

You were already completely devastated by the fact that you were annoying to Pedri, for no reason as well. But today was the last straw, it crashed you down all the way. You were in a rush, on your way to meet your friends in a diner by the beach when you bumped into someone on the crowdy Barcelona sidewalk.

“Woah, my bad-“ you said but words died out and mouth went dry when you saw it was in fact, Pedri again.

He completely stopped in his tracks, looking at you with so much irritation in his eyes.

“Have you dropped a tracker with your phone in my car or what?”

“I’m sorry, it’s really not intentional, I can’t control when we run into each other” you replied, just wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Pedri let out a sarcastic laugh, looking to the side for a moment. When his eyes met yours again, your stomack twisted.

“Then try to avoid me. It’s fucking annoying. You’re fucking annoying” he said and walked off. You stood there for a moment, a tear rolling down your cheek. The words carved themselves into your brain.

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#footballer imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pablo gavi #pedri barça #pedri blurb #pedri angst #pedri being an asshole once again #x reader #gavi #pedriandgavi #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #pedri #pedrito

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (047) if only she knew

WORD COUNT. 1334

WARNINGS. just awkwardness ig

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SEONGHWA’S EYES MOVE OVER HIS FAMILIAR WALLS TO AVOID EMBARRASSING HIMSELF. OR WORSE, SEEMING LIKE A CREEP WATCHING HER.

It sure is an effort, he thinks. It does feel like a whole task to not accidentally let his eyes wander back to his phone screen where she’s deeply focused on tuning her guitar.

“I’m sorry that took a while. I’m not exactly a pro in guitar.” Yn looked back up, adjusting her screen at the same time. “Thank you again, Hwa, I think I would’ve abandoned this project if it wasn’t for you.”

His nickname falling so effortlessly from her lips truly does things to him. It has his heart racing in a way he can get used to. Seonghwa looks away in an attempt to hide his odd-colored cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder if she actually noticed.

That’s the issue. He never knows what she does and doesn’t notice. He hopes she doesn’t notice that his eyes linger on her a beat longer than normally when she speaks and that his hands always want to reach out to help her, even through the screen.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just happy to help.” He replies back, cringing internally at his own voice.

She nods and taps something offscreen. “I’ll play the instrumental that I’ve come up with first and you can let me know what you think. Then when we’re writing, I’ll just play it acoustically, okay?”

“Okay!”

While K-Pop companies were known for their exceptionally bad connection during lives and stuff, he could hear and see her just fine. The honeyed melody of the untitled song plays trough the speaker of his phone, and he can't help but marvel in the fact that she’d feel comfortable enough to share something as intimate as a song with him.

She soon meets his eyes, excitement for his reaction twinkling in her own.

Seonghwa feels himself melting at the sight, the agreement with his friends now far in the back of his mind. The only thing on his mind now was her.

The song ends, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“So what did you think?” Yn asks shyly. It's not a common look on her. While she definitely isn’t the loudest in her group, she was never one to be shy like this. At least, not what he knew.

The need to dote on her until he’s sure that she knows how great her work is is pushed back down. He doesn’t want to weird her out but he does want to let her know.

Instead, he furrows his thick brows, deep in thought. “It’s very pretty, it feels like— how do I explain it… it feels like a summer sunset. Like how it feels to look at those pretty colors up in the clouds with someone you care about.

“It sounds optimistic!” He stops, eyes softening up as he finally realizes the word he’s looking for. “Romantic! …It sounds romantic.”

Yn claps in excitement at his comments. “That’s exactly what I was going for, I was watching this drama really cute drama when I came up with it.”

She strings the first few notes of the chorus. “Okay, let’s start!”

About an hour later, the pair works together like they have known nothing else for their whole lives. It just comes so easy to them.

Suddenly, Seonghwa hears a noise interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. He looks up from his notebook in surprise when he sees two of his younger friends stand at in front of his bedroom door, smiling while holding snacks.

Unsure of how to react, he gives the girl on the other side of the screen an apologetic smile. She heard the noise too and gives him back a curious look. Just as she’s about to ask, two figures have jumped on top of Seonghwa, toppling over his phone in the process.

San and Mingi scream greetings on the top of their lungs, so loud that Seonghwa worries that his neighbors are going to bring him noise complaints later. He just barely manages to utter out a few words from underneath them.

“Wait, phone— Yn!” He points in the general direction of phone.

“Yn?!” Mingi gets up quickly as he looks around for the fallen phone. When he grabs it, he’s met with the familiar face.

“Oh, hey, Mingi!” The sheer shock causes the bright-haired boy to lose his composure and drops it again.

As soon as San hears the voice he crawls off the bed to inspect himself, just barley in time to catch the device. Yn gets greeted by an open mouthed stare from him, making her laugh.

“And hello, San!”

“H-hi.” He replies quietly while Mingi freaks out, screaming without sound offscreen.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes at his friends' antics and snatches the phone out of San’s hand.

“I’m sorry about this, Yn, I had no idea they were coming over.” He explains apologetically.

After finally calming down Mingi’s sharp features come on the screen and covers his own face to also take a look at the girl.

“Hey Yn, how are you?” Mingi asks a little bit too loud for Seonghwa’s liking.

San copies Mingi’s actions, practically leaning over Seonghwa’s lap to get a glance. “Are you coming to Hanuelsan again soon?” He pouts.

“It’s okay, it’s a nice surprise.” Yn’s giggles don’t stop, warming all of the boys' hearts unintentionally. “Also, I’m good, thank you for asking Mingi. Hwa was helping me write lyrics. We just finished the chorus actually.

“And I’ll visit the cafe soon, San.” She promises. “What are you guys up to?”

Seonghwa nods furiously, trying to make sure he’s in frame too as he shoots an annoyed look at his friends. “No, really, why are you guys here? And how the hell did you even get inside?”

San smiles back, completely ignoring his hyung, his dimples showing as he does. “We were just bored so we decided to stop by.” He gives Seonghwa a quick shrug, the dreamy expression still on his face. “And we used a key, obviously.”

“How did they even get a key.” He mumbles to himself in confusion.

“Yunh—” San can’t finish his word before he gets cut off.

Suddenly Mingi stands up with an offended look on his face as a realization hits him. “You needed help with lyrics and you didn’t ask me? I’m literally a rapper.”

“I’m sorry, Princess, he offered.” Yn chuckles at his whining, while the other boys definitely don’t agree, it’s very cute to her. “I mean, you could help now if you want, since you’re there anyway. You too, San, the more the merrier!”

Both of the boys agree and after some squabbling, they are finally sat in a way that keeps all three of them pleased.

“So what’s the song called?” San asks as he reads over the neat notes Seonghwa took.

Yn thinks for a while but as she meets the eldest eyes an imaginary lightbulb goes off inside of her head. “I think I’ll call it Milky Way!”

Her hands find the guitar again as she plays the song for them, this time with part of the new lyrics.

Seonghwa doesn’t know if he’s supposed to feel proud or upset but he does know that the ugly green monster called jealousy is climbing in his chest as he watches the others. Deep in his heart, he knows he’s not the only one that carries these feelings for her.

An identical blush forms on their cheeks as they watch her lips move. Yn doesn’t know. She doesn't know that all three of them share the same thought as they look at her, the passion for music pouring out in the way she sings and the warmth she brings isn’t something that could be rivaled by the sun. They all know it.

Seonghwa, San, and Mingi also know for sure now that the situation they were in was a ticking time bomb, getting closer to explode every moment they spend with her.

If only she knew too.

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NOTES. i love them i really do LIKE REALLY do but i’m sorry for the future guys </3 and the last pic is yn posting the audio file for milky way on her priv btw also next chapter will have a slight time skip

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[baby--b4t]

hey pookster i’m just leaving this here because I know you’d do justice if you ever made it into a minific :3

kaveh absolutely LOVES horror/creepy things, especially when regressed, but alhaitham can’t do it. like CANNOT.

sincerely, 🐠fishie anon :3

OH MY GODS ANON YOURE SAVING MY WRITERS BLOCK RN (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) im gonna try and write a quick minific in hopes that itll make me wanna post more and work on my bots. ALSO TY FOR THINKING SO HIGHLY OF ME- i feel like my writing is mid but ill try my best for this silly idea (its super late as of replying to this so sorry if its a bit jumbled or doesnt make sense-)

(fic under cut)

Kaveh was supposed to be in bed hours ago. 5 hours and 38 minutes, to be persice. Alhaitham had been counting. He did everything he though would work to get Kaveh to finally lay down, close his eyes, and rest, but nothing was working. Warm bottle, bedtime stories (he had read 7 different stories at this point), and even trying different stuffed animals and pajamas. Nothing. Alhaitham was exhausted.

“Hayi? Do da tree birdies sleep? Wha’ about… Oh! Wha’ about da creepy crawlies in da kitchen?” Kaveh had been asking nonsense questions like these all night, part of the reason he was still awake at nearly 4 in the morning.

“I dont know, Kaveh. What I do know-… Wait, whats in the kitchen?” Alhaitham began to answer before he registered what kaveh had said. He sat up in the bed a little bit and looked down at Kaveh. “What did you just say is in the kitchen?”

“Da creepy crawlies!” Kaveh excitedly exclaimed, a wide smile forming behind his pacifier. “Dey have 6 leg, 3 eye- BIG eyes, and are really teeny tiny. Dey walk around in da dark and eat da bread! Dats why it has all da holes.” Kaveh started giggling, his tiredness clearly showing in his speech.

Alhaitham felt puzzeled. More than when he was trying to figure out why Kaveh wasnt sleeping yet. But what was getting to him the most was the though of some spider-like creatures crawling around in his food while he didnt look. He shuddered, the thought of bugs in general making him feel gross. He rubbed up and down his arms for a moment, trying to get rid of his goosebumps, before pressing further into this. Surely it was Kaveh just being silly… Right?

“How do you know this? Who told you about these… ‘Creepy crawlers’?” Alhaitham asked as he tried to fight the tiredness in his mind. This whole talk took a turn that was not helping his already fatigued state of mind.

“Dey told me! I got mad ‘cause my sandwich had holes, and I asked and dey told me.” Kaveh explained trough slurred giggles and mumbles. “Dey very small, so is easy to make holes. I scolded dem like you always do for da holes…” The more Kaveh explained, the more Alhaitham imagined a ton of ant-sized abominations crawling around their pantry. He shook his head and tried not to gag.

“Kaveh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ‘creepy crawlers’ arent real. You probably dreamt about them at some point.” Alhaitham tried to explain to Kaveh, but Kaveh didnt seem to want to believe it.

“What?!” He sat up in the bed with Alhaitham, jaw dropping and his pacifier almost falling out. “But.. But dat were so cute-“ He felt himself tearing up over the fact that the little creatures he thought were so adorable werent actually real. Alhaitham sighed, realizing that now he had to deal with a meltdown.

“How about you go to sleep so you can dream about them? Does that sound like a good idea?” He suggested as he tried to coax Kaveh into laying down again. The poor baby was so tired at this point he didnt realize that Alhaitham was moving him. It did seem to stop his oncoming waterworks, however.

Kaveh gave a small nod and snuggled back up with Alhaitham. It seemed like as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep. That baffled Alhaitham. How in the world would Kaveh be so willing to dream about thousands- No, millions of little spiders in his food? If Alhaitham saw them, he would already have a match in hand to burn the house down.

However, Kavehs great big imagination never failed to impress Alhaitham. He just seemed to show it so much more whenever he regressed. A soft sigh came from Alhaitham, just accepting it. His little Kaveh would just have that sort of creepy imagination and he couldnt stop it… But he would still be checking the entire house for bugs when they woke up. No ‘creepy crawlers’ get to live rent free.

#sfw interaction only #genshin agere #agere genshin #agere sfw #sfw agere #🐠 anon #i am hayi rn. half awake and questioning anything my inner kaveh rambles about /silly #i did not proof read this SORRY

[astridhoff03]

Iron Flame - Review

Burn. It. Down. Indeed. No, but I really enjoy the second part of the Fourth Wing Saga Even though I have to forgive Rebecca Yarros that she killed one my favorite Characters. The only thing I criticize is that the Love story is in both books to much. And there’s pointless smut also, which for me personally doesn’t feel like a real romantic-releationship more like a physical one. People will I hate me if I say that, but I don’t care about Xaden Riorson. I couldn't form an emotional connection with him because when I look at him I’m just seeing Rhysand and Darkling again. And the Darkling and Rhysand are similar but are characterwise very different, Xaden is a decent character but he doesn’t have what grabbed me when I read about Rhysand or the Darkling. But there are more things I really like then dislike, Violet for example she’s still a very good protagonist and I like the things she’s going trough trough out the book. It’s always interesting with her because she’s smart but also really caring. Some people compare her to Hiccup from httyd, I get they are similar, but I think personally that Hiccup is more complex and more relatable than Violet, don’t get me wrong she’s cool but doesn’t stick out that much, than Hiccup, Celaena, Feyre, Nesta, Zoya or Inej does. As I said before I don’t really care about her Relationship with Xaden that much, don’t get me wrong I like Love-Stories and Romantic stuff in books as in movies very much but at some points I had the feeling that Violet was over focused on Xaden. I know there life’s where attached to each other thanks to their Dragons, but even Feyre from ACTOR wasn’t that over focused on her mate or want to fuck him before a fucking War starts. Their Relationship is definitely the weakest part of the book and should be more in the background, I think that would’ve done overall great story wonders. The political stuff and the Dragon stuff is actually more interesting. Maybe the other three books will get me invested in Xadens Character, if it’s not his Perspective. Apropos Dragons I have to give credit to Tairn and Andarna, they were fantastic. I also really like that we see the see more of the releationship Violet has with her Dragons. But overall I have to confess I like the Dragons from httyd much more, they feel more real. I also really Love Violet and Sloanes relationship near the end, I just wished Violet would be more of a Mentor figure maybe some kind of a sister for Sloane when they resolved their conflict. Syrena and Cat I also liked, but Cat was a bitch until the end happen. But I like that Violet and her now accept each other. I just wish the side characters weren’t that blend. You know very little about them. The political that was going on was also very interesting, Navarre is a very fascinating Kingdom. The ending is very dramatic with Violets Mom sacrificing herself. Sorry but Idk why but I would’ve leave it with this ending instead of Xaden again and his red eyes and the whole scene with Jack. But overall I can recommend it, it’s enjoyable but I personally prefer the first book more. I also never saw so many roasting Videos on YouTube that for 2 hours straight. I mean yeah the Emperyean Series is a little overrated but it has potential and Rebecca Yarros is talented, the only thing that holds the Books a little back is the relationship between Xaden and Violet and also Xaden. But I wish Rebecca Yarros still the best, because I know writing, figuring out where the plot goes, plant Plottwits in it and at the same time make the characters complex and compelling is hard work. But if I were her, I would have waited a little longer to develop and figure more things out and get more feedback.

#fourth wing #iron flame #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fourth wing garrick #catriona #catriona cordella #rhiannon matthias #ridoc gamlyn #sawyer #fourth wing Imogen #mira sorrengail #lilith sorrengail #burton varrish #dain aetos #syrena #violet and xaden #violet and tairn #andarna #onyx storm

[buckysmith]

Hellooo are you able to write/type a graves x plus size reader fanfic where graves helps the reader because she sloped behind during a mission while running because she was struggling to breath. P.s I love all your work especially on tik tok x

I’m not quite sure if you wanted what I wrote but I hope you like it anyways and thank you so much, I loved your request and would most likely do something with a chubby reader again.

Phillip Graves x fem. Chubby Shadow reader

(Thick is Graves, sideways is you )

"Fuck, fuck I can’t“ you hiss while you hide yourself between two trash cans. Your mind is almost blurry, your legs are burning and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat while your ears ring like Christmas bells. "Reaper?! Reaper are you alive!? Reaper can you hear me? If yes Rodger that!“ you can hear graves voice trough your in-ears, loud as hell and with an static background noise. You try to catch your breath but after running like an idiot you couldn’t even think straight. You just weren’t made for running, yet you were in the military- how ironic. After catching your breath, at least a bit, you answered your commander. "I can hear you shadow 0-1“ it didn’t even took a second to get an answer from your commander. "Damn y/- reaper I thought I lost you! Where are you and what on earth happend?!“ You can hear his voice shake a bit or is it because of the poor connection?… it had to be the connection . " Had to take a run, currently hiding between trash cans, about four klicks from you….I don’t think I’ll make it to you, they saw me“ the end you whispered hoping he wouldn’t hear it but he did. " I’m coming to you, stay in touch“ "Graves don’t, they’re after me not you.. that is a black ops you know what that means“ he didn’t answer for a minute straight and you knew you had to leave your hiding spot any minute. „ I’ve got an black Van two klick from your current position, I need you to run to it as fast as possible “ his voice was firm not allowing any insubordination but how could you run to it? You were already out of breath and every single fiber in your body hurt like a bitch. Fuck, I need to stop to act like a fucking baby you curse yourself while leaving your hiding spot. After a good look around you decide to start running again, but after a few moments you’re already out of breath and with the extra weight on your back where your sniper is doesn’t make it any better. "Fuck graves I don’t think I’ll make it to it, I’m out of my fucking breath“ you gasp as you try to keep up your pace but getting slower and slower with every single step. "Fuck re- y/n I need you to fucking try it, you have to make it to the van! fuck I’m begging you please make it!“ You’re Vision starts to blur again while your body slowly starts to collaps thanks to the lack of oxygen in your blood, that’s why it takes you a good second to realize that there’s someone running directly at you.

It’s the familiar face that stops you in trying to grab your gun but on the same time you can’t believe what you see. It’s your commander and he’s running to you, without his armor, without a gun but his in-ears. You can’t even say something, he just grabs your hand the moment he reaches you, pulling you with him. You try to keep up with his speed but because of your exhaustion it is extremely difficult and he notices it too. " We’re almost there darling, I need you to hold on, I know you can do that!“ It doesn’t take long after that to reach the van and while the doors open he shoves you into the van, closing the door while it starts to drive off. You try to catch your breath while laying on the ground, while he sits besides you looking at you but not saying any word. After you catch your breath a bit you sit up, not looking at him only staring at your hands till he lays his finger under your chin forcing you to look up. You try to avoid his eyes but his other hand cups your cheek while he try’s to have you to look at him "please look at me y/n“. The moment you do his eyes soften. "You know we can’t- you know you have to have a better condition than that, you’re a undercover sniper I know that and I know the last one that is assumed as the undercover agent is a cute chubby female with eyes like yours, but today we saw what happened if you have to leave your hiding spot. I can’t- I’m not allowed to help you- fuck I don’t even know what consequences I have to face now because of it“ You knew he was right, he hadn’t the permission to help you and yet he did. "Comman-" "No don’t, you know my name“ "Phillip I’m- I’m so sorry I-…" you try to start your sentence but you stop yourself. " I know you were not allowed to help me, yet you did… thank you…." " I couldn’t let you die there angel “ he mumbles, while he pulls you onto his lap not caring about your weight just like always burying his head in your neck.

"From today on I’ll take you to my morning runs“

"Please don’t“

"Try to stop me "

+ extra

You were running next to Phillip, cursing him out cause he woke you up at 4:30 AM just for his morning run. It didn’t take long for you to run out of breath, but he just grabbed your arm forcing you to continue. After good 15 minutes he stopped after you begged him to do so, panting like a pug.

" I hope you know I hate you Phillip“ "We both know you don’t baby, so what do you think about a hot steamy bath together to ease your muscles?“

#phillip graves headcanon #phillip graves #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x chubby reader #Commander phillip graves #Commander graves #phillip graves mw2 #mw2 pregnancy headcanons #mw2 headcanons

[beeanca-writing]

hi🥺🥺🥺🥺i found your if last night and i just wanna say im obsessed🥺🥺truly! Genuinely helped me getting trough work cause I can’t stop thinking about it and I want to play it through again. The story is so fun, I adore all the love interest we’ve met so far, and your writing is so GOOD.

i LOVE playing characters that are flawed. Some routes are more so the hedonist fault than others but they are genuinely at fault for many things and have so many flaws!!! It’s so fun and it’s refreshing and I just think it adds so much to the game itself. I’m much more invested and ahh idk I just love the potential growth but also yeah maybe they will never learn and I’ll play them as a bastard.

Partial to the harry route at the moment just because it’s (at the moment at least?) the one I’ll see more of the consequences of. Like yeah this affected my whole family and I’ll have to interact with them so- it’s fun to go “oh see there are consequences and they’re occurring right now” But the potential for the other routes are also just delicious.

Confronting your father with Augustus and realising that he never even reflected about the fact that yeah maybe my kid did care for him is I just-

And I will say!! (You’ll have to pay me to shut up) I play my hedonist as a bisexual man and then that whole scene with the father hits SO hard. Like yeah maybe I cheated with a man but that’s what you are you doing. We are just the same. (And the implications of that and how it can be both filled with love and resentment) And how you’ve had this part of you that many others have not liked nor tolerated. And you’ve felt lonely and unseen and then to discover that your father is the same?? That all this time when he found himself frustrated with the world and himself he has always had this father who actually could relate to it?? Idk I think there’s a specific kind of grief and loneliness that comes with with realising that you didn’t actually have to feel alone. I played that scene all possible ways I could and all of them left me with so many bittersweet feelings. I love these complicated relationships…

I just wanted to tell you that I think this IF you’re working on is brilliant and I adore it and I look forward to the next update no matter when it is!! Also if you see me send you thirty more asks after this…sorry I have the brainrot (tm) and since I just found your blog I am not sure what we already know, so feel free to ignore some or pace them out lmao. Thank you for your hard work!!!

HI thank you so much!!!! I don't even know how to respond, this is so kind 😭😭😭😭

you are not the first person to tell me the confrontation with Henry as a male Hedonist on the Harry exile route felt different. it's definitely something I'd like to explore a bit more of as The Hedonist has more of these talks with their father!

#this may seem like a dry answer but i promise u made my week w this ask !!!!! <3

[holden-norgorov]

An Apologia to BEFORE MIDNIGHT (2013)

I've just finished rewatching for the umpteenth time the spectacular work of art that is The Before Trilogy, and since I've discovered it I have always refrained myself from writing about it because of my inability to put into words the beauty and the depth behind the meaning that these three films have progressively acquired for me.

But this time I'm going to try to say something for the sake of those who believe the screenplay to have failed in portraying Jesse and Celine’s personalities and gone out of character in this third installment – which I feel particularly compelled to defend as it's, in my opinion, not only the best entry in the trilogy, but also one of the best movies ever made, significantly thanks to the way the couple's characterization brilliantly builds up on two-decades of long cinematic work and collaborative effort and climaxes with an egregious payoff. I hope that reading about how I interpret the way Before Midnight blends in perfect harmony with Before Sunrise and Before Sunset may at least partially redeem the film for those of you who were left dissatisfied or disappointed by the decrease in naive idealism and dream-like romance.

WARNING: Detailed spoilers of all three movies under the cut.

Even though I think it’s quite easy at first to find a bit jarring the evident, apparently sudden change in Jesse and Celine's dynamic – reacting with a kind of discomfort that is clearly something the screenplay wants to induce in the audience, which is not accostumed to revisit Jesse and Celine after they have spent almost a decade together and studying each other inside out – I also think it quickly becomes clear that what Before Midnight aims to do, with regards to characterization, is to take all the most irritating and unpleasant shades Jesse and Celine had always had within themselves, whose seeds were planted and indeed palpable, albeit romanticized, in Sunrise (despite both characters trying their best to keep them hidden beneath a deeply self-conscious need to foster the spark of their newfound connection and perform the attraction/seduction role-play) and aptly watered in Sunset, and throw them full-force to the viewers’ face, challenging their ability to still feel invested in the couple by appealing to the idea that even our favorite, most beloved people in the world can intimately be ugly, paradoxical, occasionally toxic as well as endearing at the same time, because that’s a hard truth about human nature and “this is real life, it’s not perfect but it’s real”.

To demonstrate that their characterization is actually coherent with everything that came before, I challenge you to think about Jesse and Celine in these terms: Sunrise makes it clear that they are both smart college graduates, fundamentally contemplative and opinionated intellectuals (or at least, proto-intellectuals) who share a hardwired desire to shape the world around them with their thoughts and ideas and an idealist outlook on the universe, time and the human condition. The trilogy explores, among other things, the way they react to the realization that the universe, time and the human condition can’t conform to their idealistic vision, but that they themselves have to find out how to conform to the universe, time and the human condition. What deeply sets Jesse and Celine apart, then, is the direction they decide to channel the resentment and deep-seated unfulfilling dread steaming from this bitter realization towards.

Jesse directs it towards himself, which turns him into a depressed writer who is never going to be satisfied no matter what happens into his life. In Sunset, the movie starts with Jesse talking about how everything is autobiographical and proceeding to announce the concept of his next book, which happens to feature a totally depressed guy whose dream is riding motorcycles trough South America, being a lover and adventurer who finds happiness “in the doing, not getting what he wants”, but who is instead “sitting at a marble table, eating lobsters with a beautiful wife and everything that he needs”. Later on, at the Parisian café, Jesse rants about being unable to be “in the moment”, about not enjoying any minute of his best-selling book tour and about how Buddhists may have a point when they talk about freeing themselves from desire – which Celine aptly identifies as a symptom of depression. And while Sunset seems to want to make you think that Jesse’s depression may stem from his unsatisfying family life, even hinting at the idea that Celine may be the cure to his condition, Midnight slaps you hard in the face and awakens you to the reality that even though Jesse did get what he wanted, he’s still more depressed than ever – in fact, it clarifies that Jesse’s depression is existential. Celine herself outwardly calls him out on it after he relates an anecdote about the twins fighting over a trampoline, when he refers to pettiness, jealousy and selfishness as “the natural human state”. He seems to quickly scrape her comment off in the moment as one of her exaggerations, but later on admits to his accuracy when he tells her, in the last scene of the movie, that he has struggled all his life connecting and being present with those he loves the most. Which brings us back to Sunrise and his confession about being an unwanted, neglected child who eventually kind of adjusted and took pride in viewing the world as “this place where I wasn’t meant to be”, or to the acknowledgement that he is sick of experiencing his life from his own point of view (“see, I’ve heard all these stories, so of course I’m sick of myself”). I truly believe, during the car ride at the beginning of Midnight, that Jesse is thinking about the same words of his father’s that he was confessing to Celine in Sunrise, when he says, talking about his own absence from his son’s life, “This is the one thing I promised myself I was never going to do, and now I look up and I’m doing it”. I really think it often goes underappreciated how tragic Jesse’s character actually is. The point of his character is that his own childhood abandonment trauma colored his conception and experience of the world, and about how that adds up to his intellectual inability to find peace and contentment in the moment, and about how both aspects flow into apparently inescapable patterns of self-repeated misery. He’s not just depressed: he’s doomed to depression. And the truth the movie points to is that, ultimately, Celine can’t change this foundational aspect of Jesse’s nature. She has, to an extent, to learn to live with it and accept it.

On the other hand, the same intellectual resentment and unfulfilling dread that Jesse directs within himself, Celine aggressively projects to the outside world. If Jesse is fundamentally depressed, Celine is fundamentally angry. Sunrise does a masterful job at carefully planting the seeds that testify how Celine is, at her core, defined by her anger, while simultaneously never allowing for that anger to truly come to the surface and take the audience out of the otherworldly romantic idealism of their night in Vienna. She talks about the unfairness of being unable to complain to nice and supporting parents; she says that everything pisses her off and proceeds to list several examples; she thinks it’s a healthy process to rebel against everything in her life right after admitting that she has been raised happily, loved and wealthy and doesn’t even know “who or what the enemy is”; quite revealingly, she tells an anecdote about a professional shrink experiencing her anger to the effect that, after a single session with her, she had to call the police in fear that Celine might actually carry out the story about killing her ex-boyfriend that she had written as a consequence of her morbid obsession with him. And maybe most importantly, the palm reader makes explicit to the audience what ends up being the central theme of Celine’s character in the trilogy: “you need to resign yourself to the awkwardness of life; only if you find peace within yourself, you’ll find true connection with others”. Sunset dares to shed quite a bit of the romantic aura that Celine was wrapped in during Sunrise where, despite all of this, she still managed to resemble a Botticelli angel, and lets her anger manifest more vividly in several moments. “The world is a mess right now!” she shouts right before a bitter political rant. She’s also deeply resentful towards Jesse who, despite her statement in Sunrise about not wanting to be “a great story” or a male fantasy, has basically decided to spectacularize their night together and sell Celine’s most intimate side to the masses. This is why Celine proceeds to lie about not remembering them having sex – she feels like Jesse has stripped her of agency and control over herself and officialized to the world a one-sided interpretation of their encounter – so she wants to reclaim ownership and hurt him at the same time (“knowing his weak points, what would hurt him, seduce him” she told him in Sunrise while talking about her habit of studying her boyfriends in order to grasp how to manipulate them). The existence of this fictionalized version of herself out in the world that she didn’t consent to, along with the death of her romantic outlook on life that prompts her notorious rant in the taxi, only makes it easier for her to allow her deep-seated anger to bubble up and start defining her. Which brings us to Midnight, where that anger is so consuming that it ends up being directed also at herself (she resents herself for failing to live up to her own expectations of both motherhood and feminism, and for letting herself be consumed by anger). She engages in a lot of borderline toxic behaviors – parental alienation (she sabotages Jesse’s ability to talk to Hank twice), false accusation and public shame (she mischaracterizes their conversation in the car at the dinner table and exposes Jesse’s private fantasy) and generic hurtful insults. Her problem with Jesse’s monopoly on how the world perceives her is as alive as ever, and she makes it a matter of relative status in the relationship. And last but not least, she also resents the world – and men – for women’s unjust impossibility to avoid having to make compromises that motherhood (or largely, the female condition) imposes on them, leading them to sacrifice leisure time or renounce to opportunities that our modern, fully technological world increasingly abounds with. In the same scene, in the hotel room, where Celine calls Jesse out for being depressed, he accuses her of seeing anger as a positive means to deal with life, and despite her refusal to concede the point in the moment, she ultimately admits to it in the last scene of the movie (“I’m an angry person and I hurt my kids, my work and everyone that I love”).

In a nutshell, we could sum up their characters as follows:

JESSE: idealized, intellectual approach to the world --> finds out about world’s imperfection --> blames himself --> existential depression.

CELINE: idealized, intellectual approach to the world --> finds out about world’s imperfection --> blames the world --> existential anger.

Particularly interesting, in this regard, is the role each of them plays in establishing the kind of path the other ends up taking. Jesse ultimately allows his depression to take over him as a consequence of Celine's decision to miss their agreed-upon second encounter six months after Sunrise, whereas Celine ultimately allows her anger to take over her as a consequence of Jesse's decision to circumvent her previously expressed wish and publish a book about the night they spent together in Vienna. In a way, they both sealed each other's existential fate in their quest for the connection they had once shared.

So, once you peel away all the layers in their characterization and identify the root core of their motivation, choices and actions, I don’t really think it’s possible to argue that they are out of character in Before Midnight. In fact, it feels like a perfect follow-up to its predecessors, designed to force the characters to confront the origin of their unhappiness and realize that they are not meant to be each other’s salvation. Just as Celine is going to have to accept Jesse’s depression as something he’s never going to be able to fully part with, Jesse is going to have to learn to deal with Celine’s unhealthy relationship with her own anger (“I’m not asking you to change, it’s called accepting you for being you”). This is where Ariadni’s words come to mind as the testament of the film – “this is what fucks us up, right? The idea of a soulmate coming to save us from taking care of ourselves”. The point of the movie is that Jesse can’t save Celine from herself, and Celine can’t save Jesse from himself – that real love, which is to say real life, is not about that.

Another quite common form of criticism that I don't get is the annoyance at the movie being willing to occasionally be critical of feminism, or explore perspectives outside of the feminist lens – particularly with Jesse's character, whose detachment from and derision of Celine's overstated feminist apologia apparently strikes to many people as a betrayal to his characterization in the previous installments. But first of all, I don’t think there's any evidence that Jesse was ever portrayed as a feminist in the previous movies – and even if he had been, how can a change in one’s own ideology or outlook on life through an eighteen-years-long experience result in an “out of character” portrayal? People change. Ideologically and politically, I’m almost a completely different person than I was three years ago. Does that make me out of character? I don't think so. But that said, many seem to move from the assumption that Sunrise and Sunset were feminist movies in the first place, which I also disagree with. In Sunrise itself, when the topic of gender comes up for the first time between the two, Jesse points out the paradoxical nature of some common female behaviors and raises a biologically-rooted counterpoint to Celine’s obviously University-derived socially constructivist outlook. Nothing about that screams “feminist” to me.

On a sidenote, though, I find incredibly illuminating Jesse’s response to Celine’s rant about female sacrifice in the hotel room scene. He sharply brings up her privileged upbringing (she actually spent her whole childhood “travelling around the world while her father built buildings” and was raised “with all the freedoms he had fought for”, as she herself said to him in Sunrise), which starkly contrasts both with his own childhood of neglect and psychological abuse and therefore with her feminist axiomatic ideas of male privilege and female oppression, and then he mentions a specific historical male-only obligation (the military draft) to swiftly rebuff her claims. She calls him an asshole, but has no real counterargument to throw back at him other than some mockery. This writing choice was actually so clever that I had to pause the movie a moment and think back about Jesse’s character. Then it occurred to me: Jesse’s been divorced and likely lost custody of his son after a strenuous legal battle with his ex-wife that both he and Celine refer to multiple times during the film. He had to spend years travelling back and forth trying to escape the dreadful destiny of turning into his own father and dealing with a progressively litigious ex-wife who apparently exploited Celine’s pregnancy and the notoriously skewed U.S. legal system to make Jesse’s attempt at remaining present in his son’s life extremely difficult – all of this while still managing to maintain some kind of sympathy from the viewers, who know she’s been wronged and cheated on by her ex-husband. The screenplay of this movie is excellent to the point of being able to condense into a single line a character’s entire lived experience and approach to things. That amazing line from Jesse about the “trenches of the Sorbonne” not only reminds the audience that he’s not a feminist; it also reveals that he’s quite versed in (and therefore accostumed to) anti-feminist talking points. Which is incredibly accurate and realistic for an American man who has found himself having to deal with custody issues – as Celine rightly points out, “I guess judges assume that women have the mother instinct”.

The fact that Jesse’s lived experience makes him critical of feminism doesn’t mean that Celine’s own lived experience is invalid, though – nor does it mean that the movie itself is anti-feminist. And there lies the brilliance of the film. Celine’s deeply-held feminist views are still entertained and tested in their validity. She is allowed to be a feminist through and through and voice her ideas, often with incredibly powerful weight and resonance – in fact, two of Celine’s best and most poignant lines in the whole movie are "The world is fucked by unemotional, rational men deciding shit" and “You know what I love about men? They still believe in magic”. Most of the film's detractors just seem upset that those ideas are not presented by the movie as golden nuggets of truth that shouldn’t be subjected to scrutiny or falsification, or treated by the screenplay as axioms that should automatically be taken for granted by everyone. I also think having Jesse laugh at Celine exposing her worries about rape to be, once again, incredibly realistic – it highlights how there will always be some level of incomprehension between the sexes, and how men will never be fully able to put themselves in women’s shoes when it comes to truly understand and empathize with that kind of fear and vulnerability. It basically testifies men’s impossibility to live the female experience.

Moreover, the same detractors that lament their disappointment at the “lack of feminism” in the movie also seem to take umbrage at Celine being portrayed as profoundly human in her complexities, which strikes me as quite the paradox. Women can be as toxic and problematic as men, albeit often in different ways. It’s Celine’s own imperfection that truly makes her a great female character. The argument underneath this criticism seems to be that a female character who engages in problematic behaviors drawing from the ugliest side of human nature does a disservice to feminism – which I guess you might think, if your feminist belief assumes that only men can really be toxic and problematic with the other sex purely out of selfish reasons. It’s quite clear to me that a socially constructivist perspective on life and the world is informing these people's judgment on the movie and the characters, whose raw realism and unfiltered humanity they seem to find ideologically inconvenient.

I have to say I’m also baffled by some people's characterization of the argument scene in the hotel room as “boring”, or an example of “classic middle-aged couple problems" film. It’s anything but, in my opinion. I find it some of the best cinema I have ever seen, with directorial choices, a screenplay and acting performances so high-ranking and engrossing that I was left mouth wide open, with so many shades and aspects that I’d never seen any other “marriage movie” seriously bring up, let alone face. I could never give justice to the excellence of that scene with words. Similarly, I’m stunned by the recurring claim that the dialogue in this movie feels forced and pretentious, given the fact that this is uncontestably the less philosophical, more grounded script of the three. Even though I also don’t agree with those who claim that Jesse and Celine were ever pretentious, I can see how Sunrise could definitely give that impression at specific moments – though the actors’ chemistry and talent were always able to hide any artificiality as much as possible. But Sunset and Midnight particularly flow with such a spontaneous and natural rhythm, as well as flawless acting expertise, that it almost seems a criminal act to press pause during the film. This specific claim seems particularly paradoxical given the fact that the same people who complain about this simultaneously express dissatisfaction with the absence of the kind of idealistic, philosophical talk that the characters had with each other when they met for the first time – which could have easily sounded pretentious if it had been delivered by lower-skilled actors. As if, by the way, the lack of that kind of magic between the two wasn’t completely intentional and exactly the point Midnight is making, particularly when it comes to what Celine laments as her own forced sacrifice of existential discussions in favor of seemingly unending, practical maternal tasks. This is a movie where Jesse says that he misses hearing Celine think, and Celine replies that her thoughts now smell like shit. Not only is the Leopardi-esque “Death of the Illusions” one of the main themes of the film, it’s also an inevitability in the relationship between two formerly idealistic intellectuals who now have to deal with their own existential dread while at the same time raising a family together and being deprived of the luxury they used to have of closing the world outside of their time-constrained connection.

About the ending scene of the movie, I admit that it had to grow on me. On my first watch I didn’t really know what to think about it, mainly because I was still recovering from the brutality of their fight in the hotel room. But the more I rewatched the movie, the more it made sense, and now I find it not only extremely fitting but also kind of brilliant. The couple’s destiny is also once again left up to interpretation and not at all cemented in a definite trajectory like I've often seen being implied. At the same time, the trilogy comes full circle by having Jesse impersonate the time-travelling role-play that won Celine over during Sunrise, and consequently by evoking in the audience a comparison between the state of Jesse and Celine’s relationship now to that of the German couple who, likewise apparently in their 40s, had prompted Celine’s decision to change seat in the train and sit opposite Jesse, reinforcing that very idea of “awkwardness of life” that the palm reader advised Celine to resign herself to in order to find true happiness. As such, the ending solidifies the idea that genuine relationships take work to function, and that true happiness has to be found in carrying that work out ("in doing, not getting what you want"). Jesse realizes this and demonstrates that he’s willing to do the work to rekindle a kind of spark and magic that can exist outside of the transformative influence of time. Celine also eventually acknowledges this, and closes the film showing her own willingness to put in her own share of the work. "It’s not perfect, but it’s real."

Overall, this movie is a masterpiece, a milestone in romance and independent cinema and, as far as I'm concerned, the bar that any film intimately interested in the exploration of the human experience and the creation of solid characterization has to outdo.

This trilogy is History, and as such I will forever treasure it and pass it on. Thank you Richard Linklater, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy for such a gift. Ad maiora.

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[simmyfrobby]

I am in my Kyle Dubas era!!!!!!! 😩🥵💦🔥 who has written about him on ao3?? Who is he with? Who do I need to start obsessing over to be with him?! 😭 are the pens worthy? I do not want him to go there and fail!! (I’m a baby hockey fan just finding my feet)

Hi hockey baby!

You probably know about as much about Kyle Dubas as I do. I follow hockey from Europe, and there is very little interest for anything but the Scandinavian players over here.

(We don't care about the OG 6 teams at all, but we like the Swedes and of course Mats Zuccarello makes the national news every time he gets even a single point in an NHL game. It's kinda cute. We're proud of our boy.)

If you want any Actual Information you might be better off asking a Maple Leaf blog, but I can try to answer a few of your questions based on what I've learned trough hockeyblr osmosis and by watching the Maple Leafs docuseries like.. 5 different times..

So who should you obsess over him to be with?

AO3 says William Nylander, and based entirely on that one clip in the Maple Leafs All or Nothing documentary series where Dubas says Nylander is "SO FRUSTRATING" I'm inclined to agree with that.

There's also.. um.. this..

Which: hot.

(asked @sidcrosbrainworms and they said Nylander and maybe Matthews so.. peer reviewed)

Dubas is close friends with Jason Spezza and there's some speculation about Spezza potentially joining him in Pittsburgh. Could be cute. I'm also linking this post by himbeaux-on-ice about the relationship between Dubas and coach Keefe because I found it interesting.

RE: Dubas and the Pens

Josh Yohe seems to have decided that it's Fanfic o'clock:

And not to slutshame or anything, but Sidney Crosby is the easiest person in the world to write fic about, so I have 0 doubt that there will be Crosby/Dubas content published within the next few weeks, it just might take the fanfic girlies a few days to catch up on the news.

Here's Pens twitter making a case for a Dubas sandwich on pens bread:

I personally would love for Sullivan/Dubas/Crosby to become A Thing on pensblr at the very least.

Now:

Are the Pens worthy? Sigh. I mean, I love them, they're my little guys. The core 3 are still playing very well and I think there's definitely potential for this to be a good season if Dubas can scrape together some support for them. Goaltending has been an issue though, and Dubas has already spoken about the need to address it:

(check out this website if you're curious about our cap situation & feel free to just message me if you have any questions about how all of that works or drop another anon ask & I'll get back to you)

I obviously don't want Dubas to fail either, but even if the Pens aren't immediately in contention for the cup, even if Dubas makes a million mistakes, our previous GM was fairly awful so like.. the bar is literally on the floor.

Things Can Only Get Better

I think Kylie Dubes will be fine 💛

I hope you enjoy your hockey-watching-experience, and if no ones told you yet: welcome to hockeyblr!

EDIT: check the replies for Sheldon/Kyle notes provided by @pptiny

#if anyone follows me & feels like adding to this #please do #fic recs obvs always welcome

[batemansluvrr]

Playing dangerous

A/N: Here’s another one-shot! (Maybe I’ll write something fluff too!)

Word count: 1.3k

You were wondering why Patrick dated someone else if he really wanted to stay with you, and when you asked him that, he got mad. After that argument, you didn’t have the opportunity to see him, but you have to confess, you were a bit happy about it. It seemed like he just wanted sex from you, but you were too distracted by his intriguing charm to understand that from the beginning. The idea of seeing him mad again scared you. His brown dark eyes would have devoured you with one look. You were trapped in his arms forever. It’s been three weeks since you last saw Bateman, you finally found a new job, you hated it though. You didn’t want to be a stripper, but you needed something to make you feel better after the long argument with him. You loved the cute pink underwear they gave you, but you were anxious because that was your first night at the club. The bright colored lights highlighted the stunning bodies of the dancers, you including of course, but the other girls were already dancing, it was the numerous presence of men watching you that made you move. You started to grind on the pole sensually, then you wrapped your legs about it, turning on the men in front of you. The spectators kept throwing money at you, God, you were so happy about it.

You were almost done working, when from the stage, you saw Patrick and his co-workers watching you and the other girls. You almost fell when you noticed how pissed off he was. You quickly collected the remaining money and ran to the back-stage. “Fuck!” You grunted watching yourself trough the mirror. You got up and went to the bar, hoping not to be seen by Bateman. “A Mojito, please!” You asked the bartender, he smiled and winked at you in response. Once he served you the drink you drank it immediately. You had to leave that place as fast as you could, but you didn’t because you found Patrick right next to you. “Well, Hello darling.” He greeted you with a fake smile. “H-hi Patrick..”

“I rented a VIP room, I’d like to spend time with you in there.” You just nodded and let him take you to that “luxury” room.

“Looks like someone broke Daddy’s rules.”

“I thought we weren’t together anymore..” You admitted in a low voice. He laughed like a maniac at your confession and got closer. “Oh my sweet Y/n.. Did you really think you could escape Daddy’s little games?” He murmured to your ear.

“What you want me to do?” You demanded afraid of what he would do to you.

“I just want to talk to you, right now. Soon you’ll be punished at my apartment.” You sighed and accepted what he said.

“I liked the way you moved, you should do it more often, but not here. From now on, in addition to the weekend, you will spend the whole week with me. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

“What made you think we weren’t together anymore?” He lifted up your chin with his two long fingers. “After that argument, I asked you why you were still engaged to Evelyn.”

“I understand.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy..”

“It’s late to be sorry, Princess. You’ll make it up to me at my place.”

“When do we get to leave?” You asked impatiently.

“We’ll see. Now why don’t you show me something?” You sat on the table in front of him.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered while getting closer to you. You did as you were told. “Wider.” Bateman grunted, you in response spread your legs as much as possible.

“Show me.” You moved your panties to the side to show him your tight little pussy. Patrick bit his lip at the beautiful sight.

“God Y/n, you’ve got the face of an angel..” You melted at his affirmation“but you also got the body of a pornstar.” He couldn’t take it any longer so he had to stood up and grab your hand. “I think it’s time to go.”

You finally entered in Patrick’s apartment, you turned to look at him but suddenly you felt his tongue playing with your mouth. “Hmm!” You moaned trough the passionate kiss. “How dare you do this to me, filthy slut!” Bateman yelled scaring you for a second.

“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like that.” He admitted spanking your ass. “P-Patrick, You treated me differently at the club!” You stammered, feeling his big hand on your pretty curves.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the security cameras? God, you’re pathetic.”

You were too nervous to look up at him, so you tried too keep your eyes close as his spanking became more painful. “P-please Daddy.. I’its- Ah! I-it’s enough..”

“Shut up you nasty! You know you can take it!” He then continued to hit your delicate skin.

“Get on your fucking knees, now.” You obeyed immediately and pulled down his pants and boxers.

His fully-erected cock made you tremble, but your Daddy simply didn’t care. In fact, he shoved it in your mouth with an hard trust. “F-fuck.. That’s right bitch! Hold me at the back of your fucking throat!” You needed some air and he understand that. “Uh-uh Princess, next time you’ll pay more attention.” Patrick then started to face-fuck you more violently. “Jesus! It gets so tight like this!” Bateman ran his hand trough his hair while watching his irresistible reflection in the mirror.

“You wanna make me cum, don’t you?” You nodded and sucked him faster. “You want it so bad, huh?” He then spanked you again. “No, you don’t get the taste of my cum, you bitch! This is a punishment, fuck. You get it?” You stood up frustrated by his cruel words.

He removed your soaked panties. “I can’t believe you got this wet by choking on my dick. You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Patrick then moved his finger on your clit and started rubbing it. You grabbed his shoulder for support before moaning in pure pleasure. He started finger-fucking you with his long fingers without any warning. “A-ahh! P-Patrick! I can’t hold it any longer!” Bateman just chuckled in response. “Aw, do you wanna cum?” His speed increased and you were about to fall. “Use your words, darling.”

“A-ahhh! Y-yes! Please let me cum! P-please Daddy!” You begged giving him a pitiful look.

“It’s a pity you don’t get to cum, no matter how much you beg.” You whined in reply and followed him in his bedroom. He kissed you roughly before pushing you on his big bed.

“I really like this bra, but it’s so unnecessary at the moment.” Patrick smirked before removing it with his mouth.

“Fuck, I just wanna taste this hard nipples right now.” He then started to kiss, lick suck and play with your exquisite breasts as you were silencing your moans in his expensive pillow.

He kissed you again before shoving in your succulent pussy his long, thick cock, without any warning. You drowned your nails in his back as you heard his muffled moans in your ear. “Mhm Y/n.. You might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked..A-ah..” His trusts became faster and you kept screaming his name. “P-please Daddy.. A-ahh! Patrick! I really need to cum!” You reminded him, throwing your head backwards. “No.. you cum when I fill your pussy with cum!” You were so happy yet desperate at his affirmation. Bateman attacked your neck, leaving marks of course while his hands were squeezing your perfect tits. “I love you Patrick!” You told him and he murmured something in response.

“G-gonna cum so soon!” You caressed his cheeks while watching his fantastic lips. You realized you didn’t care he didn’t love you, because you adored him and the things he did to you. You smiled at the feeling of his warm seed inside your pussy. Patrick looked at you while you squirted all over his member.

“You really are important to me, Y/n.”

#christian bale #christian bale x reader #christian bale smut #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman smut

[patpran-kinnporsche]

KINN THEERAPANYAKUL, MY FAVORITE CHARACTER.

(Characther analysis or the character development of Kinn)

Kinn is one of the most overhated, unappracieted, understimated and misunderstood character of KinnPorsche but he’s my favorite character, I’m a proud Kinn defender and apologist so I felt the need to write this long post about this incredible character.

In the first episode Kinn is immediately presented as the ruthless mafia boss who killed a person firing a bullet into his head without thinking twice, who killed the men of the Italian boss and send them to him as ‘’gifts’’ and who was ready to kill Porsche if he hadn’t accepted to be his bodyguard. He seemed superb, he was cold and felt like he had power over other’s people life infact the first thing he said to Porsche when he started to work for him was ‘’Don’t forget that your life is mine’’.

In the second and in the third episodes we discover something else about Kinn, that he’s a caring person. He cares about his big brother a lot because when Porsche kills his carpes he tries to calm him by saying he will buy other fishes but he also cares about his bodyguards, in particular about Porsche, yes he often gets mad at him because he’s a troublemaker but he also saves him from the minor family, he does it in a brutal way but he does it because he’s so fascinated by him, by this man who is so different from him, so free, so carefree. He probably doesn’t understand why but he feels the need to protect him and he does it, in the third episode he saves him from the bullett, he also takes care of his wound. But in this episode we also discover another thing, he’s struggling, he feels trapped in a life he doesn’t want, he’s obliged to live this life, to kill people, to be ruthless but we also get to see a softer side of him… he feels so connected to Porsche and he’s so tender now with him so he kisses him and allows himself to feel something he hasn’t felt for a long time since he hasn’t kissed anyone in a long time.

At the beginning of the fourth episode we see a conflicted Kinn, he thinks that what he did ruined everything with Porsche so he talks to him immediately because he doesn’t want problems with him, he’s direct and I like this characteristic so much. In this episode we also see that he has developed strong feelings for Porsche and there’s no way back, he shows another side of him, he let everyone see how he’s when he starts to fall in love but unfortunately he does a mistake… even though he tries to control himself he has sex with Porsche who is drugged, willing, but still drugged.

We see, in ep 5, how this mistake torments him, he asks Porsche if he’s okay, he wants him to rest but he’s forced by his father to punish him… he doesn’t want to do it but he has to because he needs to remember something he was probably forgetting, he’s the mafia heir, there’s no room for weakness or love and even though he’s devastated and hurt just as Porsche is he has to do what he has to do and we see once again the cold Kinn that is even colder than episode 1 but he melts as soon as Pete tells him that Porsche has gone back home and when he goes to him he also follows Pete’s advise and tries to patient and calm with him because even if it doesn't seem like it he do cares about him, a lot.

In the ep 6 we finally see the real Kinn, the one that made me and Porsche fall in love with him. When he doesn’t have to follow the rules, when he’s not the Mafia heir, when he’s free…He smiles, he shows his inner child, he wants to know more about Porsche, he talks about his dream and we see once again how the weight of being a Mafia boss consumes him, exhausts him. We also see that he’s not heartless like he may seem on the contrary he has a big heart and he shows it when he apologize to Porsche, he beg him to forgive him, he set him free because he wants to see him happy and lastly he took a bullet for him.

In ep 7 and 8 we see the lover Kinn and we learn that despite everything he went trough he never lost his ability to love. In ep 7 we see the insicure,  jealous lover, vulnerable lover that cries after their moment of intimacy because of all the stress and the emotions. He’s so scared of losing Porsche that he doubts him but infact he never really doubts him because despite his trust issues he actually always trust Porsche, the one he doesn’t trust is Vegas. In ep 8 we see his sweet, loving, caring side, he’s a devoted lover that is ready to do anything for the one he loves.

After ep 9 everyone really hated Kinn for locking up Porsche but I was so sure he loved and trusted him, he had a plan and infact he showed that he was a smart, cunning boss and he just wanted to protect the man he loved.

In the episodes 10, 11, 13 and 14 we also can see that he’s an amazing boss that deeply cares about his people. In particular in ep 10, he’s destoyed by Big’s death, he starts smoking and drinks more and he feels so guilty for what happened to him. Also in ep 11 when Pete (Vegas) sends the messages about the vacation, he’s sceptical and so worried about him and when in ep 13 he return he’s so relieved and happy. Lastly in ep 14 when Pol is shot he protect him from other bullets and he does the same with Pete and then when he resigns, he looks so sad and broken because he’s losing the man he trusts the most.

Above all in the 11, 12, 13 and 14 episodes he showed how much he has changed, grown, he has became a better person, he demostrated to be the best boyfriend. Kinn went from being cold, from not trusting anyone, from not showing his emotions to be one of the most caring, sweet, kind, honest and loving person and character. He has apologized over and over again for his mistakes, went from saying that Porsche’s life was his to say that his life meant the world for him, from sleeping with a gun to sleeping peacely entrusting his life and heart to Porsche. I will always love Kinn, this profound, beautiful, amazing character.

And I will always be thankful to Mile for portraying him in the best way 💓.  

#meta #i love him so much #my favorite character forever #my beloved #my comfort character #kinn theerapanyakul #mile phakphum #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinn anakinn

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi

I’m the anon that asked pack parents with their parents interact and here is the thoughts i wanted to talk about Chris’ parents but my english is not so good (the reason of started to read fanfic in english) try my best to explain my thoughts. That means i’m sorry if there’s a nonsense sentence 🥹

1. After pretty move in to Chris flat they were cuddling and scenting her that means also her scent lingering on him too right (but not too strong but more than just a roommate way bcs in my head he is alpha his scent too strong and stubborn to goes weak or disappear idk if it’s wrong or). The first time he visit his parents house after she move in they notice that scent it’s obviously not his packmates it’s new and his father like questioning directly like “do you got into relationship” Chris confusing “no, why?”, ”that scent lingering on you?!” He goes blushing but act fool “idk what are you talking about dad” his that don’t push too much bcs that obviously his son don’t want to talk about whatever that is so he just leave it. His MOM knows pretty’ scent too well but also act fool like in outside “anyway how’s your new roommate? Is she kind? Is she kind to your pack mates?” But in the inside her brain goes crazy like ”NDJDJSJDHDHWKAIDNDXO IT IS A POSSIBILITY OF THEY GOT TOGETHER?!!”

2. When after they got together visit his parents house to sleepover. They eating dinner together and little bit chating just a usually goes how their visiting and they go to his room to sleep pretty and chris lying on the bed kissing, cuddling that makes Chris so worked up (i can’t blame him 🤷‍♀️) when he goes too deep pretty like “no baby, I don’t want to disrespect your parents, they literally sleeping in same house” and he reassure her that room is soundproof he went trough his rut in this room (he was teenager where else he go) until he move out (i mean it’s werewolves house so they went trough their rut and heats in their room it must be a soundproof no one wants to hear their parents or children’s rut or heat sound) and in here idk how she act. Is she turns him down and he pout, whines little bit but if she doesn’t feel comfortable ofc he respect her and turns himself down or on the other hand she seduced by him. If that happens HERE IS THE POINT I WANT TO SAY soundproof doesn’t mean scent proof his parents know by the scent and they don’t react at all outside BUT HIS MOM’S BRAIN “PUPS, THEY GONNA HAVE PUPS SKDJDRNFJK” after they leave the house she runs to her husband “WE’RE GONNA HAVE GRAND PUPS HONEYYYY” he also happy that his wife happy “honey don’t get too excited, they are still young and they didn’t even mated yet but yeah eventually we’re gonna have grand pups”. Other day mom calls Chris and ask not too obviously, goes like “you guys are been together pretty long right,don’t you think it’s time take your relationship on a next level?” ofc Chris get his mom’s point also don’t want to pushed by other people but can’t snap at his mom so just respectfully goes “we’re happy what we are now mom, you don’t have to worry”

Ughhh it was the longest writing in english for me. It was hard i have no idea how you write this masterpieces i’m in love with you 🥰. Sorry again for my english, bad grammar and vocabulary i tried my best.

And have a good day or goodnight (I don’t know your time zone)

aaaaa, back in the day i also used fanfiction as my reading practice for english, so i get you skjdfhskjdf i'm proud of you, bb. keep up !

is sooooo cute. like, imagine Chris' mum all fangirling because her son is finally has a competent partner kjsdhfskjdhsdf Chris' dad looing at her like: "really? this is what we're doing now? speculating on our son's love life?" and then when they found out she's right she's gonna be super annoying to him about it "UHUM TOLD YOU SO"

KJSAHFSKDJFH i honestly don't think either of them will be too prude when it comes to Doing It in his childhood bedroom. Chris might, he'd be all like "you know, this is my parents' house..." but he doesn't feel as inclined to "respect" their territory because, in a way, that room is his territory still. they're definitely desecrating that room. his parents aren't dumb, they'll Know even if they can't Hear Them. and yes, they'll get excited over having grandpups sdjkfhjksdf (pls i love the concept of grandpups....). alsoo he'd definitely Ignore that pressure his mum is trying to put on him just like you said sdkjfhsdkjf

this was really cute to read, thanks for sharing it with the class !

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[foxymoxynoona]

I’M MAD, I HATE JUNGKOOK RIGHT NOW (just read the 5 chapter of MM)

Author, I CAN’T deal with him anymore, I’m so tired of his bullshit, it’s clear that he knows that he’s wrong and being a shit boyfriend. He knows that he’s being shitty, he basically said that she’s awesome for pass trough this extremely unnecessary pain, oh yay she’s so supportive even when I’m breaking her heart. I need that Sasha and this guy that she was working with get closer, so closer that he feels intimidated by this guy, closer enough to make him think that Sasha and this guy would be a perfect match, so he can feel the same insecure and jealous and PAIN that Sasha is feeling right now. She doesn’t deserve none of it.

And dude, his friends are still being disrespectful towards her in front of him and he does nothing? And this kiss was for what?

God, I can’t believe he let Naoko do his tattos, this was enough, that’s the limit of disrespect. Please author just make Sasha break up with him and let him be miserable for months while she heals.

I love your write, English it’s not my first English, I’m from Brazil and we speak Portuguese here haha but I love this book. Even though I hate him right now.

Lol you aren't the only person who's brought up Tao. But Jungkook has felt this way with Sasha before! The Australian, Seojoon, even his own hyungs he's been jealous over. In this instance though that might have worked against him, because he has to just deal with being jealous so much, he may feel like it's fair to ask her to endure what he considers an equal amount of jealousy. Just a thought!

I do think there's some differences to how he behaves in this chapter (at least to the things he can actually hear) compared to last chapter... not as elegantly as Jimin does for sure 😅

I appreciate you reading my story even not in your first language! I have several close Brazilian friends and my sons learned a few Br Portuguese words when they were little. My youngest used água instead of water for weeks before we figured out what he was saying. I wish they'd learn more, there's a very large Brazilian community around where I live so it would actually be useful to speak here!

#asks #anonymous #my matryoshka

[rain-and-a-nice-nap]

This is pretty unedited and not proofread (also haven’t done any creative writing since my early teens/Wattpad days). I wrote it in like an hour and it’s pretty late. Because of this, I am very much open to constructive criticism. I hope to feel inspired enough to write more for this universe lmao.

Nevertheless, here is a childhood au of Claude and the reader. If I do write more, they would be taking place at the time of the game.

Pretty sure I made it gender neutral without mentioning much about physical features, but if I slipped up, please let me know.

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You huffed as you lugged the pail of water up the stairs. Your limbs were young and toned, so you would undoubtedly be fine after today, even if you were sore. Anything you could do to help your parents and the older staff was worth it in your mind. Almyra was hot, and they work hard out of pride for the country.

Frustrated with the heat of the day blending with the heat of your body from doing chores around the palace, you were ready to finally be done for the day. It was still pretty early, maybe just before noon, so each climb up a step brought a new idea for what to do with your free time.

Maybe your parents would let you walk on the trails through the nearby woods this time! You’d been there plenty of times through the years, and knew the paths pretty well. Also, being part of the staff at the palace grants you combat classes and educational lessons nearly free of all costs. Surely you were ready enough now.

You could finally see the window at the top of the stairway and knew that you were finally almost there.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you made the final step, set down the pail and bent into a half crouch for a moment. You deserved it, after all! The faucet on this side of the palace is being fixed after an incident one of the royal kids had on a wyvern, so you had to come from the opposite side! You could see them working on the faucet through the window and barked a laugh.

How could you be frustrated on such a beautiful day?

“Plus,” you thought to yourself as you reached for the doorknob, “I’m finally d-!” You didn’t even get to finish your thought when a bucket of wet chicken feed covered your hair, skin, and clothes. Your mouth opened in shock and you gasped in surprise.

Your eyes were shut tight to prevent anything from getting in, but you could hear shuffling in the room. Then there came bouts of laughter. There goes your good mood.

You rub your eyes and mouth free of seed and glare at the perpetrator. He was about your age and seemed to have just started to grow out hair for his braid. The dude was roaring with laughter now, bent in half and supporting himself on a nearby wall.

Your furrowed brow only deepened at his hearty laughter. A light catches your eye, and you think it may be coming from a bead in his hair. You were sure there was some detail or other on it, but right now you did not care.

“I’m sorry, really! I didn’t mean to!” He says between giggles, “I meant for that to hit Shadid, he’s been a real jerk ever since the riding instructor complimented his form over the rest of ours.”

“And so what?!” You exploded, and the boy’s eyes widened and his laughter gone, “Do I look like-” this time, you had cut yourself off. He had mentioned that he is in the riding class with one of the princes, and so you were sure that the ‘others’ referred to were royal as well.

You quickly cooled yourself and put neutrality into your expression and tone. “Never mind, just move outta my way, please.” Man, you wished you had caught the symbol on the bead.

You turned around to pick up the bucket, spinning on your heel to push past him so you could pour it into the wyvern’s trough. You hoped he couldn’t see your face from this angle, because you could feel the heat of embarrassment on it. You had just yelled at an Almyran prince! Ugh! What if your parents found out?!

So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the prince trying to catch your attention as you turned back around to leave the tower. Gone swiftly, you had. Completely unaware of the crestfallen, and lonely boy that was left behind you.

———

It was a few days later now, several hours past noon. It seemed as though the prince kept the event to himself, as no one came to question you about that day, nor did your parents say no to letting you walk in the woods.

Which was where you are now. Reflecting on it, you did feel a little bad about that day. He didn’t mean for that dreadful prank to impact anyone but his brother. It made you wonder how he gets treated if someone of his stature is just allowed to slip away with no one noticing.

The deeper the thoughts went, the sadder you felt for him. You had seen that prince in specific out and around before. It kind of seemed like no one wanted to be around him. In your honest opinion though, it looked like it bothered him less these days. He smiled with ease it seemed, not that you had seen him up close before that day.

“Yeah,” you thought, feeling the bite of anger in your chest, “maybe they just don’t want to be around him because he pulls such awful pranks on people when they’ve lost his good opinion!”

I’m your thoughts, you had wandered away from the path a bit, and into a clearing, you had seen once before. You weren’t lost. Probably. Though, while your idle mind had enough sense to send your small legs over the roots of trees in the ground, it had not anticipated anything larger.

You heard an “Oof!” As you tumbled to the floor, completely knocked out of your own little world. You pushed up from the ground to begin to catch your bearings when you looked over and saw the bewildered prince that plagued your very thoughts. He held his stomach with a wince and regarded you with shock on his face.

He also looked like he had been sleeping. Eyes were a bit puffed up, and his hair was not neat, you noted.

“Hey! It’s you!” He said, a bit winded from your kick. “Ha. Why did you do that? Bit of vengeance?”He was lightly teasing. But only lightly, because his eyes shined the want to know and hidden insecurities.

You thought that it was fair for him to ask, you would probably want to know why someone kicked you too. Especially if you had seemingly been napping out in a secluded area in the woods.

“‘M sorry, I wasn’t expecting anybody to be there when I put my foot down.” He huffed a laugh at that and his shoulders relaxed.

“Stranger, that still doesn't answer my question. You wouldn’t still be mad about the other day, would you?” The prince quirked an eyebrow at you, the teasing lilt still present in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, because I would wander out into the woods, in hopes that I would find the strange prince who dumped feed all over me. I do so very much enjoy such petty revenge.” you replied in a flat tone.

“I really didn’t mean for it to hit you,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow to face you. “In fact, I was kinda hoping that we could just laugh it off and maybe start a beautiful friendship!” He joked, with a hint of sincerity.

You layered back fully on the grass and turned your head towards him with a glare. “And what? Face your wrath every time I’ve even slightly wronged you? I don’t think I want that.” You scoffed. Turning your head back to the sky. You could feel his gaze on you, only spurring on your anger, that you knew was a bit misplaced.

“In fact, I think I understand now why people don’t want to be around you as much.” You knew it was too far. You didn’t mean to, honestly. The forest seemed to agree that you were stupid by becoming awkwardly still and silent.

You could feel his eyes drilling a hole into the side of your head. You didn’t dare take your eyes off of the sky. You weren’t brave enough for that. The guilt was seeping into you in heaps. Divines, this was so awkward. Maybe you should shove away your pride apologize. Maybe the moment has passed 30 seconds ago.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked in a soft voice. You couldn't see it, but paired with his eyes trying to dill into your soul, was a face of concern. In truth, he really did feel bad that you had been the unintended target to his prank. But he has had to learn to let things go in his short life. He knows not to expect the best outcome from people. Claude did have hope that not all people were so bad though.

You swallowed. Goodness, you felt guilty.

“I didn’t really mean it. I guess in a poorly voiced way, I was wondering if being friends with you would mean getting pranked like that if I upset you.” Honestly, you would take suffering pranks from the prince over being on the receiving end of whatever damage you just caused any day. You opened your mouth to apologize.

“Oh.” He gave a light huff. Turning his head to the sky, you could feel the pain from his voice, but you didn’t dare check to see if his face matched.

“I think I would prefer if people didn’t want to be around me for that reason. At least then it’s something that I had control over.” He stared at the sky as if his gaze would break it if he tried hard enough.

You turned your head back towards him. Trying to read his facial expression. You didn’t fully understand what he meant by that, but you could guess that the meaning was way deeper than his words let on.

He met your gaze while you were lost in thought. If it’s any consolation, at this time he couldn’t read your facial expressions very well either, though he would get better. Claude was a bit worried honestly. You had gone silent again and your eyes were dazed.

“Y’know what. I think I do want to be your friend.” Came your voice.

He blinked. “What?!”

“Yeah. On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“That you let me apologize this time.” He smiled. One that looked much prettier than the ones you had seen from afar.

“Ok.” He breathed.

This was indeed the start of a beautiful friendship.

#claude von riegan x reader #Originally y/n was going to get a read on him #With a straight face #Bc you probably prank bc you need help #But then I just started going #Now they have a lot of guilt and embarrassment #They’re youngins in this or smth #Childhood friends #If I write more for them it will be during the events of 3h #Maybe warriors idk #They get to accompany him to the officer's academy #they get separated by the war #But find their way back to him like 2 years into time skip #gender neautral reader #Khalid von riegan x reader #claude von riegan imagines #claude von reigen

[alicethemasked]

Alice’s adventures on Cheshire Farm. Entry 1 (Minors do not interact)

Spring 1st year 1

I decided to make a weekly journal for my new adventure, but as I write into it I am about to pass out.

My name is Alice and I just moved into Cheshire farm, which once belonged to my grandfather who sadly passed away a few years ago… now I’m a city girl trough and trough but I was so tired of life there, stuck under the heavy restraints of capitalism, working day and night slaving away, I needed to escape and I remembered that my grandfather left me this place

Now I am rambling, in text form at that, I guess today really took it out of me. Anyway, today I can be proud of myself, I managed to chop down some trees and clean up an area of this 

overgrown mess this farm has become, maybe I should’ve come here earlier? And managed to plant a little. The Mayor, Lewis, gave me some parsnip seeds which was such a nice welcome gift. This community seems to be really nice from what I’ve seen… well mostly

Now after I almost broke my back cleaning up around the farm I went into Pelican Town, the town that is just right of the farm, I mean Lewis needs to be the mayor of somewhere after all. And the people I’ve met so far are… mostly… fine. 

I met a boy around my age named Sam, who seems like a nice dude to befriend. I also met 

what i can only describe as the most stereotypical Jock I’ve ever seen, I believe he leered at me as I approached, but I might just be judging him too hard. I decided to enter the local store owned by some dude named Pierre, which… he is the only normal looking person in his family, his wife who’s name I didn’t get and his daughter Abigail have funky coloured hair, the Wife’s hair is green and Abigails is purple, though I think I saw some roots in her hair honestly I didn’t know they lived together I wouldn’t guess they were family. 

After buying some extra seeds, all parsnips for the sake of ease, I ran into a man my age who looked at me with recognition. now note I had never seen this dude in my life so I was uncomfortable. His name is Harvey and he talked about how we were lovers in a past life and all that stuff and… I guess every town has its weirdos. This is hopefully just a passing fancy, I mean he might’ve just dreamt about a blue haired woman or something, but I will be avoiding him for a while.

This entry is getting way too long, wow, but yea, I planted some of the seeds and watered them to the point I had to crawl back home and write this, now I feel the sleep take over me so, see you next week.

- Alice, city girl turned farmer

(so this is my first post of a playthrough with all of the yandere mods available, I as I finish a week in game I will be posting a new entry in the journal of our heroine [or victim] Alice I hope all of you will be happy with this adventure :) )

#yandere stardew valley #or it will be soon #yandere #Alice's adventures on Cheshire farm

[lokiswife13]

So I love Steve Harrington and also Harry’s House and Taylor Swift, so here’s this short story. If you wanna called that and is my firts ever story here. Be kind, please.

There’s no warnings, pure fluff and bit of angst. Also, English it’s not my first language so sorry if there’s mistakes.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

“Baby, you are the love of my life”

It was summer after El and the Byers family went to California, it was almost like nothing happened, there was a credible storyline that explain everything in Starcourt. But y/n knew the truth, she knew what happened that night, how the mind flayer kill Billy and almost killed her. Flashbacks, all it was, night after night.

Robin and Steve had arrive at Family Video months ago and she was there when he walk through the door, she knew eventually they had to find somewhere to work but never imagined that it will be at her work place, never in a million years. She was great friends with Robin and liked Steve a lot, back in high school in his “king Steve” phase she didn’t like him at all, she even despise him because of his actions, but since he broke up with Nancy and starting hanging out with the kids he was more kind and caring, something she knew he had inside him, and after the night when Billy kick y/n and Steve’s asses they’ve been trying to have some sort of better relationship, specifically for the kids.

*flashback*

Midnight, her parents where out of town and Steve stayed with her, they were watching a movie in the couch, he was so concentrated at the tv, his face light up when something funny happened, she was looking at him.

“I can feel you staring” he said smiling. “Sorry, I’m just really confused at how we get here”. Biting her lip. “What do you mean?” Steve pause the movie and looked at her. “The king Steve at my house trying to comfort me through the fear, you being my friend”. Steve smile softly, his hand rested in her thigh. “Well, we been a long way. To be honest I liked you but I knew you hated me”. She laughed. “I didn’t hated you, I just knew you were so much more than the handsome rich kid you wanted to look like. This, I mean, us, you are so much more than that, and I knew it and it made me angry how you were trying to portrait yourself to others”.

Steve look down at the floor, she saw through him, she was the joker of the school and him the king, but now they were friends, and he liked that, he liked her, almost instantly, his relationship with her felt like ivy, he didn’t know how it went so dense and cover all of him. “Let’s watch the movie”.

“I used to think, what it must been like to grow up that beautiful, with you hair falling into place like dominoes?”. Steve laugh. “You should write poems, y/n. You have a way with words, that’s one of the many things I liked about you”. She smile and return to watch the movie.

*end of flashback*

It grow out of her, like some sort of mystical thing, almost like an invisible string, tying them together, it felt like that, pure magic, except, Steve didn’t know about her feelings, she was just a friend to him. And that killed her, it was just really hurtful to see him dating half the girls in town.

And here they are, in Mike’s house, with Max after Vecna try to take her, she loved that girl, Max was like a sister to her, and almost losing her cause every bit of trauma to come back to her, every little thing she was afraid and it felt like she was sinking.

“Talk to me, y/n” Steve said, his hand on her shoulder. “I can’t, Steve. It’s okay, just a nightmare” she said wiping the tears off her face. “It wasn’t just a nightmare, you are scared, I can see that”.

She looked at him, his eyes full of worries and his hands past trough his hair in sight of concern, reaching for her hand and intertwined with his, trying to find a way to say without words that he was there for her.

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m sure Vecna has no interest in me whatsoever” she smile softly at him and he tried to do the same but fail to do so. “I care about you” his words imprinted on her mind.

[***]

Everything moved way too fast, it was almost like the wind went out of her, like hitting with solid metal, maybe she knew about it all along and just decided to ignore it, because it hurt way too much for her liking. Steve and Nancy, that was the problem, the chemistry that never went away, and then pain, excruciating pain when Steve looked at Nancy, she didn’t hate her, she actually like her a lot, “badass” she thought about Mike’s sister.

And they were at the lovers lake, in the middle, and the kids in the woods and she didn’t like that but she couldn’t bring her mind to leave Steve by himself on whatever they will find. Robin looked at y/n, knowing what she felt and feeling bad for her, she didn’t deserve that, her best friend didn’t deserve staring and the water just because she could not see the guy she liked seeing with those eyes at his ex.

“I’ll go” y/n said everyone staring at her. “Nah, that‘s not gonna happen” Steve said firmly while he take the yellow sweater out of his way. “He’s right, y/n. We need you alive”. Eddie talked. “I got nothing left to loose, I’ll go”.

And that was it, she dive into the water with the lantern that Robin try to handed to Steve, she swam with fear in her guts, and there it was, that red light she knew a little too well.

“Is there” she said. “I told you not go” Steve said angry. “But I went, Harrington. And it’s there, is small but-” she was cut off by something pulling her into the water. Steve eyes widened with fear. Screaming her name, she try to swam up. “Steve, help me” she said when she was pull again. “We need a plan” Nancy said. “I have one, save her”. And he jump.

It was dark, and cold. She try to get up but couldn’t. Then this almost like bat animals went straight to her, one choking her and other bitten her, she felt weak and past out, when she opened her eyes Steve was fighting those things and not too long the others appeared in front of her. The blood in her shirt and jeans, she felt dizzy.

“It’s okay” he said “you are gonna be okay, I got you”. Steve looked at her wounds. “I love you” she said, softly and only for him to hear. “And it’s stupid to said it right now but I truly do. I loved you since the day you went to my house after that fight with Nancy, and I loved you when the Russians try to hit me and you took it all for me, I loved you that night when you said I should write poetry, and I loved you even when you where dating half the girls in town and went straight to my place to complain about a date, even then, I loved you”. Steve looked mesmerized.

“Guys, I loved this but we have to run”. Robin said and drag both Steve and y/n to the forest.

“I need the rest of your shirt to cover your wounds” Steve ordered and she just nodded.

And suddenly tears where running in her face, feeling lost and vulnerable with Steve at her feet putting the rest of her shirt in a tight bandage on her stomach. It was all in vain, he loved Nancy and she felt like drowning again, cover her eyes with her hand and despite everyone watching and the burning of her wounds she just sat down and cried.

“Hey, y/n” Steve put a hand on her back. “It’s okay. I understand. Sorry. I just ruin the friendship we build with my stupid feelings” Steve smile a bit. “You didn’t ruin anything. How could you ruin this relationship with your feelings when we have the same ones?” she looked up at him. “I jumped after you because I don’t care if there is Russians, Vecna o you stupid ex boyfriend, I will always care about you. Always. And I will always put you first, because I can’t bare the thought of you hurt. Baby, you are the love of my life”. Steve kiss her, briefly.

“I love you guys, but we need to handle some things here”. Robin said. “Take this, y/n” Eddie handed y/n his jacket. “We need help and guns”. Nancy said.

It will be a long night.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #taylor swift #evermore #harrys house