#I'm going to try and throw some more coherent thoughts out over time

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x15

Here we go... one last time

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Honestly thought I was going to be late to the episode but I actually work up at 8:01 am today so I am just a couple mins behind everyone else.

Am I prepared? Absolutely not.

Well that's an ominous noise. Always a good way to start 😰

The Kiner soundtrack is popping off as usual

I just need Hemlock to die

Indispensable? I'm not sure about that, mate. A lot of people have realised the Empire don't need them and I'm fairly certain you are on the list of people who can be ditched

Hahahahahaha the way the droid just starts looming behind her is kinda hilarious

OMEGA'S THEME 😭

Wrecker, bud, be careful...

Look at Omega sneaking around. She's so grown up! 🥲

ZILLOBEAST TIME

"Because that's exactly what I'd do" He's such a proud mum

THE WAY THE TROOPERS COME FLYING OUT OF THE FOG

"Clone Force 99 died with Tech`' well there goes my heart. I think this also explains why we haven't really heard the Batch theme since season 2. That theme was for CF 99 and if that doesn't truly exist anymore...

"It's what I deserve" CROSSHAIR DON'T DO THIS TO ME

"Echo's handiwork or Omega's?" "Omega's." I'M DYING

Omega's theme in this soundtrack is just 🤌

Oh great. We have a whole group of Clone Xs to contend with.

I just need all of the Batch together so that we can get the theme. I know I said earlier that we probably never got it because of a lack of Tech but I still stand by the fact that we deserve to hear it one last time.

These CX soldiers almost feel like a parallel to the Batch. One slightly larger, more hand-to-hand combat oriented soldier, one who fights with blades, a sniper, ONE WHO IS VERY TECH SAVVY 👀

WRECKER AAAAAAHHHH THIS IS NOT GOOD

NOT THE HAND

WTF?!

HELP

NO

THIS IS NOT GOOD 😰

Fuuuuuccckkk Echo's seen them down

"Causing chaos, Havoc 5?" HE'S STILL MAKING QUIPS IN THIS SITUATION I LOVE HIM

"Hey, kid. And... other kids." PLEASE 😭

"We'll meet you there" YOU BETTER DO

Echo and Omega teaming up is everything I ever needed ❤️‍🩹

Hemlock needs to die a slow, painful death

ECHO'S SPEECH FEELS LIKE THE SPEECH HE AND FIVES GAVE DURING THE ATTCK ON KAMINO I FEEL SICK

Rampart looking sus...

This feels like this isn't going as terribly as it could be and that scares me

Aw ☹️ bye, Nala Se. I never really loved you but it's sad to see you go

HAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU, RAMPART

AAAAAAAHHHH ECHO GOT STABBED

You know what I said 2 seconds ago about it not being terrible? I think I spoke too soon...

YES WRECKER

I'm not liking the position Echo is stuck in rn. That stresses me out 😥

We're not exactly in top form but hey, an attempt is being made

ECHO BE CAREFUL

Soooo... I get the feeling CX-2 isn't Tech...

AW NO SCORCH

FUCK YES!!! Bye Hemlock 👋

THE LOOK ON CROSSHAIR'S FACE WHEN SHE HUGS HIM AAAAAHHHH

Tarkin is not going to be a happy bunny

Oop we got a Project Stardust mention

THE SHOW ENDING WITH THEM ON PABU??? LIKE AN ACTUAL SOMEWHAT HAPPY ENDING???

I'm crying

Actually sobbing

That shot of them all sat by the tree 😭😭😭

A FUCKING EPILOGUE KMN

I can't breath

SHE REMINDS ME OF PHEE AAAAHHH

GONKY!!! 🥹

OLD HUNTER?!

Omega is joining the Rebellion? 🥺

Crosshair, Hunter and Wrecker all got to live to an old age in relative peace I'm in so many tears rn

Okay but if Echo isn't with the others at this point then where is he??? PLEASE TELL ME HE'S STILL AROUND

TECH'S GOGGLES?!

I'm not okay on any level

Okay, so overall, I'm relatively satisfied with the ending. I also cried about as much as I would have done if they all died so my emotions are still all over the place. Do I think every question we had came to a satisfying conclusion? Not quite. But I think we tied up enough loose ends for me to be content.

And I'm happy they got a somewhat happy ending. Knowing that they get to live a life in relative peace makes me happy, and we know that Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair at least make it another few years. Omega joining the Rebellion also seems apt. As an Echo girly I unfortunately don't feel quite as secure with where we left off. I don't have the same level of closure that I do with the others because we know that around this point in time, he isn't with Rex. But he also isn't with the Batch either. I hope we get to see more of him in future projects because I don't quite feel satisfied with this being the end of his story. He's doing too much for it to stop there.

Also... we were wrong about Tech. The level of delusion we carried throughout this season, my god. 😭 But it means I'm confused by some of their choices. The way they focused on being savvy with technology, the way he moves being similar to Tech, FUCKING DOMICILE??? Like, they have to have known that we would all go that way with our theories so why??? If it wasn't him they why was he written the way he was? I refuse to believe everything we thought was purely out of delusion. Does this mean I have issues with the way Tech's story ended? Yes. But overall I think the show wrapped up fairly well.

I'll try and drop some more thoughts later down the line once I've pulled myself together a bit, but for now I can say that I am content. Completely satisfied? Not really, but definitely content.

#well that's it #the end of the bad batch #I'm going to try and throw some more coherent thoughts out over time #but for now I just need to think on things for a little but #but how are we all feeling? #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb echo

[talaok]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: It's been a really long time since Joel has felt the feel of anything else besides his own fist, and once you remind him how good the real thing is... let's just say it's hard for him to live up to his full potential.

warnings: smut| unprotected p in v sex, premature ejaculation, very touch-starved Joel, and allusion to oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: I don't know what to say lmao this is a thing for me ok, don't judge (and also you can't tell me this isn't accurate, like this man hasn't gotten laid since the moon landing probably, and you expect him to last? no way babe). Also I'm sorry about the title it's funny to me lol

Now this wasn't like him.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

The last time he had sex with a woman he'd just met (or any woman to be completely honest) he was 25 years younger and the world hadn't gone to shit yet... so yeah, a long time indeed.

But you were so fucking beautiful, such a pretty face with such pretty eyes, and god but that mouth of yours-

And plus you were new to Jackson, you didn't know yet about all the scary stories folks liked to tell about him, and you were kind and funny, and... did he mention hot already?

Just one night of letting loose, that's what he'd told himself, and then he was gonna go back to his old closed-off self, but for now... for now, he was too busy throwing you on his bed to think about anything else.

You were getting rid of your clothes and he followed your lead more than willingly, almost ripping the buttons off his flannel in the rush.

He bent down to kiss your neck as his hands hurried to your tits.

God, he'd forgotten how good it felt to touch a woman.

And when you let out a little whimper, he swore he had ascended to another universe.

"Joel please"

Fuck him, but he wasn't inside of you yet, and he was already feeling far too close to coming.

Guess fucking his own fist for two decades really does something to a man.

"need something?"

He was acting wayy too smug for someone who was feeling like a virgin all over again.

"Please- I need you inside me, Joel"

fucking damnit- he shouldn't have asked that, his dick was now really suffering the consequences.

He didn't risk saying anything else as he got rid of his boxers, but of course, you just had to come out and say:

"oh wow, you're big" with the sexiest fucking voice he'd ever heard.

"want me to stop?"

For some reason, those words elicited a criminally hot smirk on your lips  

"Definitely not"

You were looking at him like a starving woman and he had to look down to where he was moving his tip to your entrance to get away from you and your dangerous, dangerous gaze

He pushed into you slowly and god fucking damnit but the sounds that you made... those sweet little moans and whines you let out as your warm pussy stretched around him and hugged him better than anything he'd felt in years... he had no words for it- no coherent sounds could make it out of his mouth except for a few groans coming deep from his chest.

"Good christ"

that's the only thing he managed to murmur as he bottomed out and had to take a break to try not to bust his load right there.

"fuck you feel so good" you moaned, as your hands gripped his sheets "please move" you begged, your voice breathy and pleading, and godfuck he should have really thought about it before doing this.

"Joel please-"

"I just need a moment darlin'" he explained, closing his eyes to try and remember how he used to manage to last and coming up completely empty.

He could feel your expectant eyes on him so even if he sure as hell didn't feel ready, he did as you asked and started to move.

The regret reached him extraordinarily fast as he felt your walls tightening around him and as you cried out for him like an angel sent straight from heaven.

"fuck-" you moaned, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him wonder if you really just knew what you were doing, if you actually enjoyed torturing him like this

"god you're so deep"

Yeah, you definitely knew

"and so big-" you cried

He gripped your waist to try and ground himself as he thrusted into your fucking perfect cunt.

"oh my god-yes!" you moaned, your back arching from the bed as his thrust got harsher in the hopes that that would make you talk less.

"just like that Joel- oh-" 

And Joel was tough in a lot of ways and he wasn't one to give up easily, but shit you were making it hard for him.

"Please don't stop- fuckfuckfuck" you begged, shutting your eyes close at the feeling.

And that was it, he couldn't do it anymore

"please stop talking" he breathed, his eyes resuming their tour of your eyes, mouth, and bouncing tits.

"why?" 

"nothing it's just-"

And before he could answer you had grabbed his shoulder and forced him to bend down to meet your mouth with his.

Goddamnit.

"you just feel too good Joel" 

"fuck." he groaned, not able to stop his hips from moving no matter how much he wanted to "shit"

"what is it?"

"Jesus Christ I-"

"is there something wrong?"

"n-no just- fuck I'm sorry sweetheart"

And that's all he could say as he abruptly pulled out of you, his spend covering your stomach not even a second after as he growled so loud his neighbors probably thought he was getting killed.

"shit" again, he sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder.

"oh" you couldn't help but smile as everything came together

"I'm sorry darlin'" he breathed, leaning away and standing up as shame filled every inch of him.

"It's just- It's been a long time since I've done... this"

You sat up, your legs still dangling off the bed, as you admired his handy work on your belly.

"And you... you're just real fucking pretty" he huffed a half-laugh "I'm sorry"

You looked up at him then, meeting his mortified expression.

"No hey" you smiled, placing a hand on his torso "It's fine, I understand"

"god this is embarrassing, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again" he shook his head

"stop" you cooed, gently caressing his skin, as a mischievous spark lighted in your irides "It's fine, really" you promised, "and besides..." you bit your bottom lip as you slowly spread your legs "you could still make it up to me, y'know?"

He groaned again, falling to his knees between your thighs

"that I can do"

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fluff #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #joel miller angst #fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo

[bigfatbimbo]

AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SAYING MY WRITING ABOUT VELVETTE WAS IN CHARACTER :))) YOU GORGEOUS BEAST. Oh yeah. Yes. 🫶 anon is me, I am 🫶 anon. Here with some fresh baked goodies (art I finished the second you responded to my ask) I'd like to share with The Public™ !

Before that though, thank you, and I mean THANK YOU for being so kind to my mid writing! You're a real angel, thank you truly. And also thank you for disregarding any appaling spelling mistakes I may or may not have made, I started learning english 4 years ago ahaha x-)

I just had to get out of anon so I could share my abominations (art) with you! Calling whatever I'm making "art" is still a bit of an overstatement considering how. Uhmm. Well, not good I am at that, but, never the matter! All of this preface is irrelevant.

I am ecstatic to hear that you'd like to hear my thoughts on Lucifer, however. Because I drew about precisely that.

Not my proudest work, considering it was made in like 20 minutes with my fingers at the end of my shift, but I had to do something about the thoughts festering in my brain about him after I started reading your blog. I made it a point to not crop the fact that the reader is kneeling to his height, I found it to be a fun little addition.

ANYWAYY!! I have a few words about this piece, as always. Wait. Well, not always this isn't routine yet. You'll be bombarded by my artwork on a practically daily basis from now on ahaha :))

Anyway².

It was always a maddening feeling for him, when you pulled him into the nearest unoccupied room in your line of sight. The way that his breath would get heavy and uneven, he felt overwhelmingly hot as you nearly kneel down to his height, sliding your hands over his body like you owned it. Owned him. He'd grab onto your thigh for support since his own legs betrayed him and started to get all wobbly, he couldn't trust himself to stay standing in his current state.

Whenever you decided to do these things to him he'd feel like it was the first time all over again, his mind would go blank; it was always so exciting, he was practically losing his mind already, really. All of his confidence built up by the both of you due to your insessant reassurance and praises that allowed him to tease you when he felt particularly bold (having now the knowledge that you wouldn't leave him if he weren't "perfect", whatever perfect may mean to him, anyway.) quickly drained out of him, all he can feel is this...desperation to feel you more, no matter how close you two already were. He needed you so terribly much, the way he couldn't keep his own noises down got a giggle out of you. It made the strain in his pants ever the more noticeable for him.

Were he any more coherent, he'd probably try to shut such thoughts down, they would have made him feel like any other cheap sinner he'd openly look down with disgust upon. He was, still, the king of pride, the feeling was so completly alien to him, this.. lust? He couldn't attach a word to his thoughts in these moments. Don't ask so much of him! He was never so overwhelmed by (what we both know is) love, not with his ex-wife, at least. It enticed him equally as much as it terrified him.

"Ex-wife". A title that permeated through your brain as you got a hold of his hand and gently slid the wedding band off his ring finger. You mindlessly throw the sign of his hold on the past across the room, a sharp metallic noise is heard as it hit the wooden floors. He flinched at the noise, but not once did he look away from you. In fact, he leaned back on you further after you had thrown the ring onto the floor, bright, glowing eyes looking into yours with palpable anticipation. A clear solidification of your victory, according to yourself.

You won! You can't help the grin that grew on your lips as you tugged on his pants, the friction of that movement earned a yelp from him.

Oh yes.

You should be proud of yourself.

This was going to be a long, long, long night.

AHAHAHAAAA! I LOVE HIM. I am the Anne Boleyn to his Henry the VIII sometimes. Oh yes, in case you were perhaps wondering, the piece I had previously made inspired by your works was relating to the post where his wings and horns came out during sex. A lovely mental image, that post earned. But, that abomination is too horrifying to be unleashed onto The Public™. Your stellar writing also forced me to learn how to draw Vox, so, be proud of yourself for that one!

About trying to get you to post about adam; don't worry! Or do, who knows what your goal is, but I will talk about him in your asks like a maniac and attempt to appeal to whatever in your brain makes you like a pathetic man. I want to eat him, like, actually cut him open and eat his heart and gnaw on his bones. (Whats up with cannibalistic ace/aros? Me and alastor twinning on occasion fr.)

About literally everyone else; I must inform you that sir pentious drives me nuts. Woe the snake flood be upon ye. You're about to listen to me talk about his 2 dicks insessantly.

I await your response! I would adore to hear your thoughts. Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling. (By the way this isn't like a joke or anything? I taste and smell words, feel textures when listening to music and attach colors to textures. Like, this is actually what that felt like to me. I hope you are aware of that.)

Signing off from another abhorrently long ask,

-🫶 anon, now revealed to be a coquette coded woman.

AAAAAAHHSJDJDJDKKDJ

Let me compose myself because OH MY GODDDDD.

This reveal is absolutely crazy omg HIIII👋👋

ALSO THE ART IS INSANE YOU DID THAT IN 20 MINUTES????? WITH YOUR FINGERS????????

I’m going nuts over here. Thats actually amazing from the way that Lucifer looks to the lighting of the scene. I’m absolutely awed.

Also the little drabble you wrote had be gagged like I so didn’t expect it to hit that hard what?? You’re a really good writer to be honest, oh my god!

Oh and… if you wanna message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic… actually let me rephrase. PLEASE message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic.

“Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling”

By far my favorite compliment yet from you. They just keep getting more creative HELP I LOVE THEM.

Oh and, lastly, I am SO looking forward to more artwork from you. You’re truly amazing!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #inbox open #dom reader

[copperbadge]

lightwit

I love your mindfulness posts. I personally hate the concept of mindfulness with a passion because to me that's just normal being human and using your effing brain properly, but as an educator I have had to accept the fact that manymany people do not in fact have much self awareness and actually do benefit from this mumbojumbo. So, I am so glad I am not the only one struggling out here. 😜

I hope it's okay if I pop this into its own post because it actually gets at something I'm contending with. So, in order to get my research lined up and my thoughts in a row for therapy I turned all this research into a powerpoint called "Doing A Stupid Powerpoint For My Stupid Mental Health". And one of the slides in it is titled "Mindfulness: Petition To Rename It".

Mindfulness, as a term, is uselessly broad; it's such a bad way to identify a category of treatment/behavior that there appears to be an entire subgenre of scientific papers that work to create a framework of what Mindfulness actually is -- I read at least three papers, all published in the last ten years, that are like "What is Mindfulness in a useful sense?" and all of them had different answers. And because Mindfulness is now a buzzword, if you're researching it then you're likely to run into everything from scholarly articles to pop journalism to clickbait, to both harmless and genuinely dangerous peddlers of quack science. And sometimes the quack scientists are also publishing scholarly articles where they've just been p-hacking.

So I'm inclined to agree that mindfulness is mostly nonsense, but that's a problem with the term, not what falls underneath it. There are therapeutic modes that call themselves mindfulness that actually are rooted in real science. I think these should probably have a new name, like Therapeutic Awareness or something, but it'd just get co-opted back into the woo, I have a feeling.

So there's a lot of nonsense, but the goal of being present in the moment and self-aware isn't an idle one; there's an increasing body of knowledge suggesting that it's a foundational skill for emotional regulation and healthy coping. The scholarship goes way beyond "mindfulness arises from Buddhist practice" which if I have to read one more time I'm gonna throw stuff. Clinical testing is looking at things like physiological responses to mindfulness behaviors that have nothing to do with what's going on in your conscious mind. There's some woo surrounding "Coherent Breathing" and I don't trust the foremost proponent of it as far as I can throw him, but he didn't invent it, and testing shows that people trained in and practicing Coherent Breathing have better focus and can, to an extent, lower the level of stress hormone in their body. "Positive affect" (happy emotions) didn't rise, but "Negative affect" (sadness, anger, stress etc) was lowered.

A lot of what's being studied on a clinical level involves us as humans somehow activating shit in our nervous system that we have no conscious control over, the same way we develop muscle memory by doing a task repeatedly. That has measurable value for the issues I'm trying to solve, but it's not universally applicable, which is another reason so much of mindfulness comes across as junk science, because it tries to tell us that it's a cure-all when it isn't.

But there's reason to believe that if you can reroute your nervous system when you're starting to become upset, you can short-circuit maladaptive reactions and prevent it from causing a spiral or an over-reaction or similar, and some practices called mindfulness can train for that. And that's my goal, so I'm willing to rummage in the garbage for the gold.

#lightwit #sam has adhd #not yet fired from therapy

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I had coffee my thoughts are all over the place it's not gonna make sense and I'm probably gonna change my mind about some of the things I said later but here's my ramble.

I'm so mad right now. There's so many things that piss me off with Peter B. I keep thinking about all the mess he keeps pulling throughout the first and the second movie. The fact that he betrayed Miles not once but twice BUT THREE TIMES (typing Miles up in ITSV, not telling him about the Spider Society or that he was an anomaly, CALLING HQ ON HIM BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SAVE HIS FATHER. Technically that's 4 but moving on.)

He refuses to acknowledge Miles as a fellow spider(which is probably why he didn't feel bad about finding Miles was an anomaly now he has a reason to not take Miles seriously.) And he keeps trying to insert himself into a mentor role when he's yet to do a whole lot of mentoring. What also throws me here is how he had the audacity to say the trauma builds character while being a mentor to help guide Miles into becoming Spiderman so Miles' could avoid the mistakes that Peter made.

I WILL NEVER BE OVER THAT CHAIR SCENE IN ITSV. How is it you as a grown man. A grown white man no less took a black teenage boy who you viewed as so much of a liability that you had to tie him up. And I know multiple people have talked about everything that's wrong with this scene but there's still something so haunting about watching him just nonchalantly be tied up kicking and screaming about how he wants to be let go that bothers me so much. And I find it hard to believe that this was just a scene we're supposed to just move on from. Did they do this on purpose? Was this supposed to showcase something about Peter's character that I'm not picking up on? Because I find it so hard to believe that the writers who made sure to explicitly show how Gwen's Peter is Christian because he later turns into a lizard wouldn't understand the implications of this scene.

I also don't think he's a strategic as he thinks he is. What do you think was going to happen when you forcefully tied this boy to a chair? You thought he was going to sit still? Also would you think the boy who's trying to save his father was going to do? Actually listen to your words? Sit back and be like, oh you're right I should just let my father die. (This is me going off my reasoning that he didn't plan out that one scene in ATSV. I think that he thought that because he's Miles' "mentor" he could get through to him in a way others can't. Which pretentious much?) His actions do more harm than good and it just works out for him somehow. (For instance Miles saving them in ITSV because he came late.)

These are my thoughts do with this what you will. All the stars decided to align today ig because I haven't been able to come up with coherent thoughts like this in a minute.

(I really need to rewatch itsv. So if there's anything here that I'm wrong about regarding itsv it's been like 5 years since I've seen it.)

I GET THISS SOOO HARD (I waited until I had coffee to answer this lol)

BUT YESSSSS Because like I can understanding giving Peter the benefit of the doubt, it makes plausible sense for a movie to have a certain amount of wiggle room plot wise.

But with writers who clearly understood punk enough to accurately show it in Hobie's arc, repeatedly put in the work to respect Cockney and Puerto Rican culture, who wrote every one of Hobie's lines with PERCISION - would just overlook the glaring hole in their story that is Peter.

Because we as a viewer are continually told we SHOULD look up to him and we SHOULD trust him - but in doing so they accidentally make him the exact opposite. Like.. It doesn't make sense to me.

The Focus on Jess & The Absence of Peter:

aka GODDAMN I hate Peter B. Parker [yet another rant about 'bad' writing, plotholes, and Peter not showing up for Miles or Gwen.

For example,

Jess is Gwen's mentor, and we see her mentor style is extremely different from Peter's and that's suppose to be a contrasting dynamic between them and the relationship between Miles and Peter. Okay, makes sense.

But by NOT having Peter be Gwen's mentor, the writers are implying that he didn't step up as an emotional mentor when all this given - HE SHOULD. Because he's the only adult that she knows, and she a freshly homeless teen who needs to be around people she trusts, rather than working at a society with an auditorium of adults.

But by trying to show off how much we should judge Jess, the writers have inadvertently given us a Peter who just..didn't take responsibility. That's what they're implying - that Hobie and Jess were the ones who came to get aid. And we're suppose to look the other way. I... can't do that, sir.

"Look at how mean Jess is, why not blame her-" Jess is doing her job. Where's the adult she actually knows and trusts. Can we get some dialogue about what he did for her? Or did he just do nothing?

Did they just forget to include that, or did Peter just forget to help?

For me, that's two points in the bucket. Not housing Gwen, and not being her mentor. He could've done one, the other or both.

But because he didn't, we're left asking "What WAS he doing in the Society?"

Missions, I assume. Cause he wasn't mentoring her, so he must have been off putting in legit work for Miguel, I assume.

If we're looking at the characters as full-rounded - which I would hope they are considering the depth of Gwen, Miles and Hobie, it's not a large jump to ask 'How involved was Peter in Gwen's time at the Society? Why is he not her mentor, or why is she not living with him?"

Gwen..should be staying with him. If you're an adult who knows a teen and they become homeless, and it is within your means - yeah, I do think it's a moral obligation to open your home to them, at least temporarily. If you care about them. But that aside, let's extend the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Gwen didn't want to see him.

But then the ratting Miles out thing. This, I can't get around-

Some may say that it was simply for plot development and that Lyla spoke suddenly as a mistake on her part.

And I gotta call bullshit.

Firstly, because this is the same movie where we're shown Hobie stealing parts prior to learning what the parts are for. The same film that literally animated a fight accurately to Bushwick down to the very street. Let's cut it some slack here.

And moreso - I could understand the justification that it was a mistake on Lyla's part.

If Lyla was human. She's not.

She's an AI, and a very sophisticated one at that. Lyla runs on protocol, because that's AI's do. She's made to do things the way that is mathematically most effective, based on her analysis and her code.

It's easy to see Lyla as just an avatar, and a comedic one at that - but Lyla is literally one of - if not the - smartest 'person' in the multiverse. She's the only one who can track Spot in real time. If Jess and Miguel need aid on a mission or with Spot, they call Lyla. And she's handled every Society mission prior to the chase.

Her speaking out of turn suddenly and giving Peter away is an understandable plot mistake, if she was subjected to human mistakes.

So far, Lyla isn't. It doesn't make sense, based on what Lyla is.

I think Lyla would know better than to give Peter away suddenly by detecting Miles' presence and still speaking out loud.

A lot ask 'What motive does Peter have for ratting Miles out?', but we also should also ask "What motive does Lyla have for ratting herself out?'

It's her goal to find Miles no matter what. She doesn't care, she kinda can't - she's an AI. She just has to find him and send Miles' location to Miguel. Her objective.

So her locating Peter without his knowledge and then giving herself away to him doesn't make sense - especially if Lyla knew Miles was that close, from a human standpoint and definitely from the standpoint of the most sophisticated AI in existence.

So I was under the assumption that - like you mentioned now, that before when he gets Miles alone, he may genuinely be trying to convince him still, but by the time they get into that space, I think that's around the time that it becomes a 'Okay, let's just get Miles back to HQ and talk about this' situation.

He genuinely ratted Miles out. In my eyes.

Because at this point, Miguel hasn't assaulted Miles. That comes later. So realistically speaking, his goal was probably to calm Miles down, and get him back to HQ however he could, and talk to him there.

Peter could've helped WAYYYY earlier.

People give Peter credit like 'Oh but he came over to Miles' side at the end-'

NO. YOU DO NOT GET A COOKIE.

Peter could've helped SO much earlier, and if anything, he was THE ONLY ONE in a position of helping.

Gwen can't do anything, like they physically restrain her when she tries to. And there's no point after they come to HQ that Gwen has the chance to turn around and help Peter.

Gwen doesn't get that chance. Peter DOES.

Had Peter helped Miles HERE, IMMEDIATELY, Miles would've gotten away without being assaulted by Peter.

If Peter had turned around and changed course in this moment, Miles would have been better off.

Fuck Peter B. Fuckkkkk hiiiimmmmm. NAWWWWWW

If Peter had let him go here, or helped him escape - Miles wouldn't have been taking hits up on that train. That's crazzzy.

But he wasn't trying to help Miles escape. If he wanted to, he would've. He could've just said "Matter of fact Miles, I think setting the WHOLE Society on you is a bizarre move and you should probably get out of here until Miguel can calm down and I can talk to him."

But he was like 'Nah, hold my baby. Matter of fact lemme tell you story in this pivotal moment when you're actively in danger. Here, look at me. What do you mean - I'm not stalling? I didn't rat him out on purpose.

Like either you did. And even if you didn't you didn't help him when you were literally the only person in the universe who could. In fact, he got away slower because of you. Lovely.

Peter is a grown man. He's not an idiot.

He knows Miles is in active danger. Why would an adult turn the conversation in that direction - about his baby - KNOWING Miles has no time.

As soon as Miles got his hands on MayDay, Peter is trying to change the conversation. Suddenly he's joking and laughing.

Even though Miles is freaking out. Why is Peter joking? He knows this isn't a joking situation. But here he is wasting Miles time, either accidentally or intentionally.

Because that'd be some good ass stalling.

There was nothing stopping Peter from helping him leave. But Peter was still on The Society's side, so he didn't. If he was on Miles' side, he would've helped him. He should've, but he was still for Miguel, because at this point Miguel hadn't assaulted Peter yet.

Congrats, Peter. Big L. Humbling Reality Spider-man everyone.

Like combine all this. AND THEN THE SCENE IN ITSV.

LITERALLY AND PHYSICALLY PETER IS ALWAYS HOLDING MILES BACK.

You cannot expect me to believe that the writers of a movie I can write 10k+ words about, just so happened to leave these two glaring plot holes for ONE character.

That I'm just suppose to ignore that Peter restrained Miles, a black boy, in ITSV. That he betrayed Miles for months, wasn't very active in Gwen's time at the Society, and he actively hinders Miles escape - if not actively ratting him out.

It baffles my mind.

It doesn't make sense, that these writers can write Hobie, Jessica, Miguel, Officer Stacy, Rio, and Jeff as fully rounded, well-thought characters. But for some reason, when it comes SPECIFICALLY to Peter B. - they just forget how to write. They just stop thinking about him the second they don't look at him.

IN BOTH MOVIES?

I don't buy it.

To have every other character be thoroughly thought through but have one of, if not these most iconic character full of plot holes...

I think the likely answer is they wrote him that way on purpose and he's just a bad person.

I'm sorry, and I'm laughing while writing this but like.

Either Peter is the ONE singular character who has a series of emotional plotholes - or he's just a bad mentor. It's one or the other. And it's open to interpretation.

But I wanna cut the writers some slack and say, No - they thought it through. And No, Lyla did not just randomly speak out of turn, he contacted her first off-screen before she replied to him.

And by waiting till the very end to come around, waiting until the person who looks up to you is deeply wounded to finally turn around - that's the same arc Officer Stacy goes through.

And we're not supposed to clap for him. It's lovely, but he doesn't get an award. And neither does Peter, not at all.

Maybe if had helped Miles escape in that moment. Maybe if he was Gwen's mentor or he housed her.

But as far as we know he spent those months of Gwen in the Society doing fuck all. We've seen no sign of his contribution anywhere.

And in a story about mentorship, that says something.

Anyway. This is long. Again fiosfgihrgirturetuier I'm SORRY

Once again, Fuck Peter B. All my Hobies hate Peter B. (not a typo)

He's worse than Jess.

And he's not worse than Miguel but I like Miguel more and it's not because of the ass that's just a bonus Miguel is cool (but also very wrong. but like personality wise we're cool).

Ummm I feel like I got off track here. Oh well!!

Damn he be doing Miles dirty. SMH

Bye.

#Gwen Stacy #Peter Parker #Jessica Drew #Miles Morales #Miguel O'hara #miguel o hara #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv analysis #peter B Parker #no proofread

[dissociacrip]

crip labor is so real lol. having to be in the workforce (though that's not all crip labor is about obviously and it is also about physically disabled people who can't work!) and stand out amongst your ostensibly able-bodied peers to avoid getting fired/maintain employment because since your body doesn't work correctly you have to make up for that in some other way that always pushes your limits. if you can even get that far because then also there's getting fired for your disabilities impacting your performance less due to not being able to do the relevant task and more due to lack of access to medical care and employers scapegoating you over the people who verifiably don't do their jobs correctly, right after offering you a promotion the week before.

semi-related there's this classmate of mine (ostensibly able-bodied) who said something during a class discussion like "well at some point you have to choose between living comfortably and getting to make art" in response to me saying something about having to choose between making art and like, putting food on the table, and i was mentally wanting to throw a fucking chair at her, because food security and access to adequate medical care is about 'survival' much more than comfort and when it comes to being disabled it's not a matter of "working hard enough." i'm already working hard enough. i'm already working harder much more than i should. i'm working harder than most people just walking to my classes, where my legs end up hurting and my gait gets wonky just going from one building to the other. if you're able to dedicate yourself to a craft while being a full-time student in addition to working like 3 jobs you and i are not on the same fucking level.

tired of having to clean up after other people's shit while exceeding my own capacity for labor because my muscles are working double time just to keep my body upright and other people will still bitch about me being slow or not trying hard enough. or imply that my priorities are wrong. as if there's even a choice or agency in the first place between "working jobs that i can barely manage physically and that are a risk to my health" vs. starving to death.

these aren't coherent thoughts about the concept i'm just bitter that the amount of effort it takes to function at a bare minimum level (for those of us who are even capable of that much) seems to virtually never be taken into account.

#j #body log #ableism #cpunk #cripplepunk #hypotonia

[carnivorous-canine98]

An Interesting Predicament

Word count: 2,401

Tigger warning: Fearplay resulting in accidental bodily injury. Read at your own risk.

You woke up with a groan, head full on throbbing with a splitting headache. "W-What happened?" The words breathlessly flew past your lips as eyes started to glance around. Another groan forced itself out as you placed your hands on your hand. 

Just trying to crane your neck was enough to bring on a severe wave of dizziness back to you. 

It hurt, it really did… but now wasn't exactly the time or place to just stand idle.

Where was I to even begin with? The question formed in your mind as your thoughts cleared some… yet, it was still hard to focus. You tried to, for the life of you, you tried to focus. But something was still throwing you off.

What was casting this fog over your brain, it was like you could actually hear it.

It sounded like… tapping? More specifically, the kind of tapping someone would do when bored while sitting at a table.

"Well… seems like you're finally coherent. Took you long enough," a feminine voice purred softly above you. 

Your body suddenly stiffened, causing your head to jolt upwards. The sudden momentum and searing pain was enough to send you flat on your back.

Deep maroon pools were staring down at your frame with a rather amused look. Their cat-like pupils seemed to constrict inward. Rich, thick black hair that seemed to go down to her back, covered her almost deathly pale skin. You also swore you saw some pointed ears sticking through the thick hair. It was pretty hard to tell how dark your surroundings were…

It was also apparent, she was huge… or rather, you're the one who's small.

A soft snort, followed by a low chuckle escaped their lips. "Damn… I wasn't expecting company for some time, but…" The woman flashed a rather toothy grin, showing off some pretty impressive double canines.

"I'm not complaining in the slightest…  it's nice to have dinner delivered at your doorstep."

Your blood ran cold at hearing the words leave the woman's lips. Her grin seemed to widen the longer you stared up at her. Using your hands and feet, you tried to scramble to your feet… only for a sharp pressure to pin you flat on your back.

Glancing up, a clawed finger was pressed down on your chest. Even more color drained from your face when you saw how close the nail's tip was to your face and neck. "As much as a game of cat and mouse sounds fun right now… I'd rather not have you fall to your death, little mortal," she spoke, with a surprisingly softer edge to her voice. The woman's gaze showed brief concern before that huge predatory grin spread across her lips one more. 

She maneuvered her fingers around to where she was pinning your arms and lower body to… what you had to guess was a table. With careful movements, she somehow pulled you closer. The woman leaned in close to where you could practically see the saliva dripping from her canines.

Astounding, cool air flew past her lips as she breathed. Still didn't change the fact you were dangerously close to her maw. Her lips started to part slowly. You squirmed under her grip, earning a low chuckle from your captor.

It was almost like she was enjoying toying around you. 

Your body jolted from surprise as a cold, spongy surface ran along your side and face. A low, pleasured rumble emerged from her throat. A look of pure bliss on her features as she licked her lips and teeth. 

"Gods above," she breathed, exhaling cold air around you. "You taste divine. I can't remember the last time a mortal tasted this good…"

Her sinister grin once again reclaimed her face as you felt yourself suddenly go airborne. "You know… I could toss you in and call it good. But honestly… I want to savor. Every. Last. Second." 

The woman moved her fingers around effortlessly to where she had you hanging by the back of your shirt. "Mmmm fuck… I can't hold myself back anymore," she hissed, her eyes now flashing with a crimson hue. The woman looked like she was about to say something… nope, she stuffed the upper half of your body into her mouth.

A loud scream echoed in the chamber that was her mouth. You tried to kick and thrash around, only earning a pitiful chuckle from your captor soon to be devourer. 

The spongy surface that was her tongue, pushed itself against your chest and face. An elated purred poured out from the back the  cold, fleshy cavern. You shuddered, feeling physically sick thinking about your upcoming fate. 

With hands now out front, you tried to push and punch the muscle that was savoring your frame. This poor attempt of fighting back only seemed to make your captor snicker in amusement. You gave a sharp yelp as your whole body was shoved into the rest of her mouth. 

Your squirm started to increase, hot tears falling from your cheeks. You're going to die… you're really going to die. Lifting your legs up, you started to kick at the roof of the woman's mouth. You gave one last strong kick, the force sending you back a bit.

Suddenly, a sharp searing pain shot up through your arm. The dull metallic scent of blood filled your lungs. The slow burn of dread began to set in as you slowly turned to look at your arm. In what little light you were given, you saw there was a decent gash along your forearm. Upon closer inspection, it thankfully wasn't extremely deep. It was surface level at most.

This still didn't change the fact you were injured. Panic started to set in, your breathing picking up. You had to get out of here, you just had to. Who knows how this.. this thing would react now there was actual blood involved.

The woman seemed awfully quiet for some strange reason. No deep rumbling or purrs echoing throug out the cavern. Not even the slightest twitch from the muscle you lay upon. It felt like a lifetime had passed when everything started to move around you. You clenched your eyes closed, waiting to plummet into depths unknown….

It never came.

Instead, you felt cold air greet you, strangely wrapping your body in its embrace. Slowly, you dared to open your eyes, a scared gasp forced from your lungs as huge eyes lay on you. 

Your body lay in the giant woman's now cupped hand. Her features showed severe concern mixed with guilt. This was somehow hypocritical seeing as she was the complete opposite not even five seconds ago. 

Rage started to build up in your chest, angry tears now streaming from your cheeks. "J-Just get it over with you… YOU FUCKING MONSTER AND QUIT TOYING WITH ME."

The woman visibly winced at your comment, a somber smile pulling at her lips. "Not… not the first time I've been called that, but it's deserved for the hell I just unleashed," she said softly, remorse her voice. "Sorry… little one, I got carried away."

You wanted to say something smart, to snap at her for the sheer terror inflicted on you, but couldn't…

It wasn't because you couldn't find the words. Oh you had plenty to give her a good verbal lashing. It was the sudden dizziness that attacked you again. Everything was getting hard to focus on once again, be you swore the woman once again opened her mouth in front of you.

You tried to slide back, holding your injured arm in a weak attempt to stop her. You closed your eyes tightly once again, waiting for the cool dampness to engulf you once again. It happened, but it was only your gashed arm that entered the mouth. 

The woman's lips closed rather gently around your upper arm. Shivers went down your body as you felt her tongue, seemingly tasting, your bloody forearm. A weak whimper traveled from your throat right as she pulled her lips away from you. 

Expecting your arm to be gone, you dared to look… Not only was the appendage there, the cut was completely healed. Not even so much as a scratch remained. Your eyes widened in surprise, looking from your arm to her and back again.

"H-How?" You stammered, surprised that even the dizziness was now gone.

"My saliva has some pretty powerful healing enzymes in it," she breathed. "At someone your size, it tends to work pretty fast…"

"I-I see," you exhaled fiercely, clear venom still in your words. "S-Still doesn't change the fact you're a Goddamn disgusting freak." A soft chuckle came from the woman as she tilted her head to the side. "Yeah.. might as well lay on thick there. I get it. I was very much in the wrong… Can't go easy on a gal can you?"

You huffed rather dramatically, crossing your arms like an angry toddler. "Your arm? Does it still hurt or anywhere else for that matter?" She asked tentatively. "No.. as a matter of fact I feel like nothing even happened to begin with."

A soft sigh escaped her lips, once again expelling cool air past those giant lips. "That's… that's good to hear and again, I'm sorry. I honestly never meant to bring any harm to you. I got a little lost in the commotion."

"Wait, if you never meant to harm me… then why the fuck were trying to eat me?! Don't you know what happens in the gut!" You shouted angrily.

A low chuckle escaped the woman's throat, eyes shining with merriment. "Sweetheart, let me enlighten you on something," she purred, arching an eyebrow. "If it isn't exactly obvious by now… I'm not exactly a human now am I? I think the eyes and teeth alone toss this fact wide open."

"Y-Yeah… guess that's true, b-but it still doesn't change the fact on what happens in the digestive tract!" You shot back.

A low groan escaped the woman, pinching the bridge of her nose. She proceeded to mutter a few inchoate things before putting her focus back onto you. "I have full control of my digestive system," she started bluntly. "The most I'd put you through would be letting you thrash around in there for a bit then slap a sleeping spell on you… Bam! You'd wake up thinking it was all a bad dream."

"This isn't my first rodeo with a tiny mortal entering my home, there kid," She huffed, getting straight to the point.

"First time one of your snacks got hurt?" You barked back.

Her eyes avoided even looking at you with that statement. "Y-Yes… this was indeed the first time someone got hurt while doing this," she croaked. She bit down on her lip, still not looking at you. It was getting clear as day that she knew she messed up big time.

No words flew past your lips or even hers for that matter. The agonizing awkward silence was almost deafening for you. Your breathing seemed to pick up a bit, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Dusk…" The woman spoke suddenly.

"Huh?" You asked, clearly confused.

"My name is Dusk…" she hummed. "I know it not much, but I'm trying to extend an olive branch…"

"I-I see…" you muttered. "It's something… still doesn't change the fact you were a down right gluttonous ass hat."

"Oh, how you wound me," Dusk moaned slyly, clearly fine. She glanced down, a smug smirk pulling her lips. "Yeah… I'm an ass. So what, sweets?" 

"Oi, quit with nicknames ACK~" You were suddenly cut off as Dusk ran her cold tongue over your whole body. "Seriously?! The fuck?! And good lord… how is your tongue so flipping cold? I thought it was supposed to at least be warm in one's mouth."

Dusk purred, licking her lips and teeth, clearly happy with her work. "Couldn't help myself… you taste delicious," she cooed. "As to answer your question… I'm what I like to call a 'dead man walking.' Alive while not being fully alive. Think along the lines of a vampire, but not actually one…"

That seemed to raise more questions than give answers. But you weren't given a chance to ask anything as she once again opened her mouth, running the cool muscle along you again. With newfound vigor, you gave the slick surface a good shove… only to be slurped back into the fleshy cavern.

Your heartbeat started to accelerate rapidly, breathing quickening. Eyes darted around, extremely fearful that the situation would repeat itself. You were expecting Dusk to be just as rough and wild, yet you got the complete opposite.

That godforsaken purring didn't die down even once, but her movements were much slower and gentle. Calculated even. She still worked on coating your body in saliva, occasionally pushing you up the palette of her mouth. Surprisingly, she didn't pin you up there, allowing for full movement. 

Your breathing seemed to calm down a bit,  great full Dusk wasn't going hog ass wild. The woman let out a quiet hum, vibrating all around you. The longer she kept this up, the heavier your body started to feel. It was getting pretty tough to keep your eyes open.

And you had to admit… It was weirdly comfortable.

An annoyed whine worked its way from your chest as your eyes started to droop. It wasn't long before you were fast asleep, barely noticing everything slowly starting to shift backwards…

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Dusk smiled to herself, relieved that the small human within her jaws was now fast asleep. She continued to savor their taste, slowly tilting her back. The woman continued to maneuver slowly so as to not wake them up.

Once Dusk felt the small form at the back of her throat, she swallowed gingerly. Out of habit she placed a few fingers to her neck, tracing the small lump down. She let out a blissful sigh, leaning back as he continued to gather what remained of the human's taste. 

"Damn," she hummed, shuddering as she felt the weight settle nicely in her stomach. "You're one tasty human…" She placed a hand on her midriff, a gentle smile on her face. "Rest up… you need it." Dusk purred softly, a bit of a smirk pulling at her lips.

"Don't think I'll be letting you go just yet, little human…" 

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t fearplay #g/t vore #writing

[writtenonreceipts]

“i’m here because i love you.” “even when i'm sick?” “especially when you're sick. sick people need even more love than usual, you know.” “………..i love you immeasurably.”

for Feysand ❤️♥️❤️♥️

i'm so sorry. this got lost with some other prompts i'm working through. i really liked this prompt and was so excited about it! please forgive me for letting it sit.  i really do hate it when i let that happen...

find my masterlist here

warnings: just some talk about sickness/vomiting.  ~1.7k

...

When There’s Love

A shudder ran through Feyre's body as she popped another pill in her mouth and swallowed it down with an entire glass of water. Despite the way her throat burned with each swallow she kept gulping the water down. The pill hadn't even been that big, but taking pills had never been something she was good at or liked.

She could feel the way the pill slowly moved all the way to her stomach. Groaning, she collapsed back in her bed. She felt like some demonic creature of sludge that couldn't even hold itself up properly.

Ever since Thursday afternoon she'd been curled up in bed trying not to move. She succeeded.  Until her stomach rebelled.  Unable to keep anything down aside from popsicles and crushed up sleeping medication, Feyre had spent most of that night on the floor. No matter how hard she tried to keep still, to will her stomach to calm, she always found herself heaving her guts back up.  

That combined with chills, muscle cramps, and a miserable headache made for a miserable stomach bug.

Now that it was Friday she'd been hoping for a change in her condition. The universe had other plans.

When her phone rang from the bedside table, Feyre almost ignored it. She could hardly keep a coherent thought in her head that she doubted she could hold up her end of a conversation. But then she saw the name flash on the screen.

Rhys.

She fumbled before she managed to swipe the screen.

"Hey," she murmured. Her voice was a low croak that sounded even worse than she'd imagined.

"You sound worse." Rhys' immediate response would have offended her on any other day. But for now, she let it slide.

"'M fine," she said. She nestled the phone against her ear and the pillow. Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the way the water and pill rolled around her belly.

"I'm coming over," Rhys said on the other line. "When was the last time you ate?"

Feyre winced. He was always watching over her, always coming to her aide before she even knew she needed him. Why was she always a burden to him? They'd only been dating a few months now and it always felt like she was the one in need.

"Rhys," she began, then cut herself off as her stomach gave a little heave.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Rhys told her. "I'm leaving work now, alright?"

There was no arguing with that tone of voice. Even before they'd started dating and he'd just been a pain in her ass, that tone was the no nonsense tone. That tone was the I'm the boss tone. The one that ensured everyone listened to him.

"You do that.  I'm going to go throw up," she said. She really wasn't sure why she admitted it out loud. Hell. She didn't want him to see her like this.

A pause from Rhys. "Ten minutes."

...

She'd met him only a year ago after she was hired on as the interior decorator for the Velaris law offices. Her real desires fell in paints and sketching, but making money on that wasn't easy to do. So Feyre supplemented her income with interior decorating.

True, she got to shop with someone else’s credit card. And she could control her hours and schedule to her own desires. But she always felt like something was missing.

Which was how he’d found her staring at the setup of one of the offices.  She hadn’t been able to help it, the office she was in over looked the city and Ramiel was in the distance, it was the perfect opportunity for a sketch. So, she’d pulled out the sketchbook she kept in her purse and the charcoal stick and set to work.

She’d been so enmeshed in the sketch that Feyre hadn't heard him approach. He snuck up behind her and waited silently until she turned and nearly dropped her sketch pad and charcoal.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me," he said.

She glared at him. "Right, which is why you didn't say anything."

"I didn't want to disturb you," he insisted. Stooping, he scooped up her sketch pad pausing when he saw the open page. "This doesn't look like interior decorating."

Feyre snatched the book from his hands and flipped it closed. "I'm an artist. This is personal."

"Should I let my boss know you're shirking on your duties?" he asked. An insufferable smirk lightened on his features.

It was unfortunate he was so attractive. Beautiful even. Mostly because all she wanted to do was sketch him. Outline his jaw and nose. See how she could shade his eyes and mix blue and red. Maybe something closer to cyan and magenta. She’d add a bit more blue to capture those dark edges.

"Ah, so you like threatening women," she said. "Good to know."

A low chuckle. “Perhaps you tell me you’re name and we call this even?”

She rolled her eyes.  He was a prick and an ass; he didn’t deserve anything from her.

“That art is beautiful, by the way,” he said when she remained quiet. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Thank-you,” she said slowly. She’d seen him around on occasion. Only when he was moving at top speed and talking in a phone or ordering a poor intern to get him fresh coffee. He’d always been so cold and aloof.

Until now.

“You should show Helion,” he added, “he always enjoys getting new artwork in the office.  I’m sure he’d be interested in your work.”

Feyre clutched the sketch pad closer to her chest.  All she could do was nod.

“Mr. Avitas!” Someone called from down the hall.

He grinned at her, brilliant smile flashing. “See you later, darling.”

Art had always been a part of her and ever since that day, Rhys helped her remember why that was.

Feyre lay on the cool tile of her bathroom. After this last round of throwing up, she hadn't bothered moving. Not even to rinse her mouth out. Which was disgusting she knew.

In the end it took him twelve minutes to get to her apartment. When he got there, he let himself in with a key Feyre had given him after she'd needed him to drop off things she'd ordered for the office. She'd forgotten about it until that moment and had never been more grateful that she didn't have to move.

"Feyre?" Rhys called.

He was already moving down the hall and found her curled on herself before she could answer.

"I want to die," she told him as he knelt down beside her.

"Sorry, darling," he said, "can't let that happen."

He ran a hand over her forehead and brushed back the sweaty strands glued to her skin. Unable to help herself, Feyre leaned into his touch and sighed.

"You left work early," she whispered. Cracking an eye open, she watched his expressions. As a lawyer he was always so careful in the way that he held himself and careful with how he let others perceived him. In that moment though she caught a flicker of pain in his eyes.

"Of course I did," he murmured. "C'mon, let's get you back to bed."

Whimpering, Feyre let him pulled her up to her feet. He wasted no time in swinging her up in his arms and carrying her back to her room across the hall.

"You shouldn't have left," she said. She felt tears prick her eyes as he settled her in bed and gently drew up the soft fleece blanket, he'd bought her just last week. It was her favorite thing to snuggle with. "You have a disclosure to prepare for. And I'm going to get you sick. And if you get sick Helion will kick your ass."

Chuckling, Rhys made sure she was tucked in before he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed beside her. He was still dressed in his good suit but didn't seem to care the way it rumpled as he wrapped an arm around her.

Feyre watched him blearily. "Seriously, I know what this case means for you."

He didn't listen to her. Instead, Rhys ran his hand through her hair again. He had a soft look in his eyes as he tucked her in closer to his side.

“And you’re always taking care of me,” she added morosely.  If she were certain her head wouldn’t spin and she wouldn’t start retching, she’d roll out of bed and pace the room. “Like I’m some sort of invalid.”

"I'm here because I love you," he said, his voice was smooth as honey, "and nothing you say is going to get me to leave."

It was the first time he'd said the words and maybe if she wasn't delirious, she would have thought about it further.

For now, all she could manage was another pathetic whimper. "Even when I'm sick?"

Another laugh rumbled through his chest. Feyre couldn't help but snuggle in closer to the motion. Everything about him always felt so good, was always so soothing to her.

“Especially when you're sick," he said. That amusement in his voice was tender and gentle. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Sick people need even more love than usual, you know.”

She rolled in his arms to get a better look at him. Frowning, Feyre pulled a hand out from the blanket and reached out to run her finger along the concerned crease in his brow.

"I want to draw you," she sighed. "One of these days."

That was also something that had never been admitted aloud. Damn. She really wished she were high on meds to explain this behavior. Though being sick and delirious was also a good excuse, right?

She dropped her hand and curled it between them, eyes still trained on him.

"Alright," he agreed, soft smiled on his lips, "you can do that when you're better."

Feyre closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him. "Well, I hope you're ready. I'm still convinced I'm at death's door."

"That's alright darling," he said. He pressed another kiss to her forehead and she could feel the feather light touch of his hands run soothingly down her face and shoulder. She was drifting off to sleep when he whispered his next words. "I love you immeasurably.""

She'd remember those words, somehow. And when she would taunt him about them, he'd let her, if only for a moment. It would take that long before she realized he was serious. It would take that long for her breath to catch and that first kiss to be exchanged.

It would take only a moment for her to say the words back.

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#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #rhys x feyre #acotar #acotar fanfiction #fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #prompt #fluff #cute #fic #fic writing

[writers-vlogx]

Rafa x male reader

ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man

(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way

rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him

hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he

would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.

I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you

OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌

Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay

Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!

I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for

Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"

He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done

He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself

When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in

You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?

He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"

He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again

I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years

The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal

Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.

you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die

So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking

And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out

But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall

When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.

His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.

You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"

Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.

#tenoch huerta #rafa caro quintero #rafael caro quintero x you #rafael caro quintero x reader #rafael caro quintero x male reader #male reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x you #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico #rafael caro quintero #rafa caro quintero x reader #narcos x reader

[marinerainbow]

Hey! I know I said I would send you a load of wolf stuff but I did not foresee being e x h a u s t e d XD So I'll leave you with these thoughts:

Granny and Big Bad calling you sweetheart.

Granny and Big Bad getting in your space; Big Bad always wrapping his big thick arm around you and holding you close while he charms you. Granny getting you to sit on his lap whenever he can, wanting it to become second nature to you.

Granny and Big Bad sharing a look if you ever tried to leave them and then suddenly Big Bad throws you over his shoulder and they lock you away in a little cottage until they trust you not to try that again.

Granny and Big Bad calling you doll.

Granny and Big Bad hating it when you smell like anyone else- uniting about the fact that they've got to cover you up in their scents again.

Granny and Big Bad getting to you separately, individually, alone, in order to leave marks on you- it's a silent battle. Who can leave the most obvious markings for everyone to see. You end up looking totally ravaged.

Granny and Big Bad.

Granny

And

Big

Bad.

Also guess what!??? I already got 2 asks about these guys CUZ OF OUR FANNING and they're using the nicknames we came up with for them!! ❤🧡💙❤🧡💙❤🧡💙

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*deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeep breath*

THIS 👆👆👆👆 THIS IS HOW BAD THESE GOT ME!!! IN THE MORNING!? WICKED THIS IS BETTER THAN A TRIPLE ESPRESSO SHOT!!!!!

Ok, ok, I HAVE TO CALM MYSELF-

(Seriously my guy, this ask is giving me ZOOMIES! I legit had to walk away from this a couple of times to pace around XD)

Alright. Alright. So!

First of all, I have to point this out again. I am legally obligated to. GRANNY'S EYES LOOK SO MUCH CLEARER AND BRIGHTER IN THAT PICTURE!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! ABD BIG BADS!!! YOU CAN SEE THE GOLD IN THEM IN THIS PIC!!! HOW DID YOU MAKE SUCH A CLEAR SCREENSHOT!? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

Just... Y E S. Yes to A L L of this!!! These jerks being greedy and kinda possessive about you. Granny ESPECIALLY got me bad (he wants it to be SECOND NATURE for me to sit on his lap? Well, that ain't gonna be a problem! XD). And! The cottage??? Oooooh lord have mercy XDD (does this mean i could be their Snow White? Or another princess that stayed in a cottage??)

But!! Since this is Fairytale land and some people are like, aware of the fact that they're a fairytale, what if the whole cottage thing was more just slightly annoying to reader?? I mean, you don't LIKE it, obviously, but since this is Fairytale Land, this isn't seen as TOO too bad since you know that eventually you'll get out? And hey, it could be worse than a cottage in the woods. Like they could have slipped a love potion in your drink, or locked you up in a dark and dank dungeon instead. So uh... They get points for that? I guess? XD but again, still annoying, "Guys, don't you think this is a little bit overkill?" "Hmmm... Nope!" "Of course."

To add onto exasperated Reader. I'm just imagining that scene from Megamind where Roxanne was just like "Girls! Girls! You're both pretty. Can I go home now?" But with reader and the wolves XD their just watching these two bicker once again like -_- "Sooo should I just go now?" XD

Oooh dear, all those marks (this got me very, very bad). Imagine if somebody sees that!! Either reader is flustered and trying desperately to explain without giving their personal life away, or they're just so damn tired of dealing with this every time Granny and Big Bad get competitive... Which is all the time XDD

Concerned Hero: Ma'am? Are these beasts bothering you?

Y/N: Yeah, but I married them. So I kinda signed up for this.

PEOPLE ARE ALREADY SENDING IN ASKS!? AND THEY ARE USING OUR NICKNAMES!? OH MY GOD!!! IM SO EXCITED!!! I can't wait to see what they asked you!!! ^^ (don't feel rushed to answer them, though!)

Ooh man, I wish I could add more to this response. Or just make this more coherent XD thank you so so much for sending these in!!! I can't wait to see you write more for the wolves! 💛💙❤️

#asks #going absolutely frickin feral right now #THESE GUYS DONT HAVE A CHOKEHOLD ON US! THEY HAVE A D E A T H G R I P ON US!!! #AND YOUR CONTENT FOR THEM IS MAKING THE DEATH GRIP EVEN WORSE!!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH #Happily N'ever After #other peoples headcannons #reader insert #im surprised we havent gotten into each others DM's to scream at each other over these guys XDDD #i am THIIIIIS close to going into yours XDD #Big Bad Wolf #Granny Wolf

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Bad Batch Finale Analysis

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

Tagging some people who want to see some longer analyses: @saturn-sends-hugs @phis-writing @eriexplosion @heyclickadee @questforgalas @panther-os

So... that was a lot. We all have many feelings about things and I'm not sure anyone really knows how to express them. I'm not entirely sure where I stand on some things, so I don't totally know how I feel about these episodes overall, but I can say that I liked them. They're not my favourite of the season, but I did still enjoy them (as painful as they were).

I'm going to try and break down some of my thoughts about bits of the episode, but I don't know how coherent this is going to be. I've been jotting things down in my phone when they come to me, so I'm going to attempt putting them in a slightly more organised order, but no promises.

Probably best to get the heavy bit out of the way first.

Is Tech dead?

No. At least, I don't think so and there are a few reasons for this. The first is that we don't see a body and if we've learnt anything from Star Wars, is that no body = don't trust that they're dead. And even if we do see a body, we can't always trust it! (Looking at you Maul). The second is that he was found by Hemlock. Seems a bit suspicious that he happened to be found by the guy who likes experimenting on clones is it not? I'm sure he'd be happy to scoop Tech up and take him to do whatever awful experiments he has planned. Sorry, but the goggles aren't proof that Tech is dead. Hemlock is probably just throwing them out to break the Batch's resolve and put them in a more vulnerable state.

And the final reason is that if he is dead, it's really cheap. We've already discussed how members of the Batch dying this season wouldn't work particularly well narratively. For a death like Kanan's, it happened near the end of the show, where it made sense for his story to end. It doesn't make sense for Tech's to end here. And yes, an argument can be made that death is unforgiving and that so many people die before their time (in fiction and reality) but from a narrative standpoint it doesn't work. It doesn't hold the emotional gut-punch that it should. Yes, we all cried in the moment (and are still crying now) but how many people are angry? How many people find this "death" pointless and inconsequential? How many people think that it fell flat? I said months ago that I wouldn't be happy if all of this development that Tech was getting was just leading to him dying at the end of the season. It's weak storytelling imo. And that's why I think he's not dead. We may not always agree with the direction that writers choose to take characters, but I think that killing Tech here would completely miss the mark and I trust that they wouldn't do that.

Parallels to Echo's "death"

Coming off that point and characters not really being dead, this whole situation with Tech feels very reminiscent of what happens to Echo. A character that sacrificed themselves and was left behind, believed to be dead? If he has been taken by Hemlock and is going to be experimented on, then it really parallels what happened with Echo. And if I'm completely honest, I don't totally know how I feel about this. Yes, I'm happy that it means that there is a good chance that Tech is alive, but I also worry that that narrative is going to start feeling very repetitive.

We've touched on the idea of Crosshair's story paralleling Echo's and how that could lead to some interesting character dynamics. I have always been really interested in exploring that and how it could create an interesting understanding between those to characters. But now having the same happen with Tech? I don't know. Part of me worries that they are at risk of just telling the same story over and over again. It removes the idea of this unique dynamic between Crosshair and Echo. Don't get me wrong, I would love to see Tech and Crosshair having something as personal as this to bond over, but we don't know much about their past yet. I feel like it would've been interesting to explore a connection between those two from their past and let Echo keep this story beat as a way of becoming even more entangled with the Batch. I guess I'm just worried that they are going to make this a connection point between Tech and Crosshair and Echo is going to get sidelined again.

Also, three members (aka 50% of the Bad Batch) having very similar story arcs involving being left, experimented on and then rescued? I don't hate it, but it could get a bit too repetitive for my liking.

Wrecker

Time for some character breakdowns! Oh, Wrecker... I wanna give him a big hug, I really do. Back in TCW, Wrecker was shown to be really close to Crosshair. With the competitions that they had going on, you could tell that there was a strong bond there. And even at the beginning of TBB season 1 when he's hitting Cross with Lula, you can see that close brotherly dynamic. And then all the stuff with Crosshair happened and Wrecker lost that. It would've been a massive blow to suddenly no longer have that presence there. We've seen Wrecker say that he misses Cross, you can hear the heartbreak when he confronts Cross about not trying to come back, and you can hear the hope in his voice when he finds out that Crosshair might have betrayed the Empire. Losing Crosshair was a massive blow, especially for someone who is as emotionally in-tune as Wrecker.

And then season 2. Crosshair isn't there, so we really get to see one his deep connections with another brother: Tech. Him helping Tech at the riot race, him helping Tech during 2x9 even though they had been bickering the whole time, and then him teasing Tech in 2x13. We really got to see the bond between those two this season, which makes it all the more heartbreaking. Wrecker lost Crosshair and then he lost Tech.

And then he lost Omega. We know how close he was with her. He had one of the most prominent connections to her in S1 and even some really sweet moments in season 2. They were incredibly close and now she has been taken as well. Wrecker is having everyone taken away from him and it hurts so much to watch, especially for someone who is as open about their emotions as he is. I just want to give him the biggest hug.

"Yeah. Me too."

And you know what, he probably blames himself as well. He was going to go to grab Tech but it was too unsafe. Tech knew this, that's why he sacrificed himself. But Wrecker was the one to try and grab him and instead he just had to watch his brother fall into the clouds. And then he couldn't protect Omega either. He lost two members of his family in quick succession and he probably blames himself for both of their losses. Everyone does, but with Wrecker especially, he probably believes that he didn't do enough to protect Tech.

Echo

(Fun fact I actually started full on crying while writing this section)

*Deep sigh* Okay. Time to mentally prepare myself for this bit.

Anyone who knows this page will know that I love Echo so much. He is hands down my favourite Batcher and one of my favourite Star Wars characters of all time (along with Rex), so anything sad to do with him is painful to watch. I'm not gonna lie, I think I might actually be handling Tech's "death" better than the scene of Echo alone in the cockpit. I can think of Tech falling and just about hold myself together, but I think about that scene with Echo and it breaks me (although that may also be the denial I am in about Tech).

But enough about my personal feelings on this bit, let's break that scene down.

"I don't enjoy solitude."

Yeah... that somehow hurts even more than it did. He hates being alone and yet instead of going to be with one of the Batchers (e.g. sitting with Wrecker), he chose to go and sit alone on the Marauder. That deep sigh and the despondent look over at the empty chair next to him is one of the hardest things that I have had to watch in this show.

This man has already lost his entire squad. He was there when Droidbait, Cutup and Hevy died. He came back from Skako Minor only to find out that Fives was gone too. He lost the brothers closest to him and now that he's found this second family, he's losing them also. We know how close Echo was with Tech especially. Those two were in sync a lot of the time. We didn't see them together as much this season as we did in season 1, but we have moments like in 2x8 when they are working together to get the information off the Venator. Tech was Echo's partner in crime, much like Fives used to be, and now he's gone as well. As much as I don't want Echo to die, I don't want him to be the last one standing and this is why. Just thinking about how much this must hurt Echo is beyond heartbreaking.

And just because this wasn't sad enough, I'm going to throw another thought out there: Echo feels guilty for not spending more time with the Batch. We don't know for certain, but I definitely wouldn't be surprised if he felt this way. I've spoken before about relating to Echo and seeing a lot of my own feelings reflected in him and this would be one of those moments. I've lost people before who I wish that I had spoken to more. All you can think about is every time that you wish you had just stayed on the phone longer, or said hi when you could, rather than being distracted by other things. Echo probably feels the same way. He spent what was probably over a month with Rex and while we know that it was the right thing for him and the right choice to make, he probably regrets not spending more time with the Batch and with Tech. In that moment, I imagine that he's thinking about many things: Crosshair, Domino Squad, whether he would've been able to spend more time with or even save Fives if he hadn't blown up, and all the time that he spent with Rex that he could've spent with Tech.

Even if you make the right decisions in life, it can still be hard to look back and not regret things. I think that this is one of those things for Echo. He made the right choice in joining the Rebellion but now he's lost Tech and he will never get to spend that time with him again.

Hunter

This is where things might start getting controversial because I seem to disagree with a lot of people about Hunter's reaction to things and by that, I mean that I understand why he reacted the way he did. Now, I want to preface this by saying that me understanding his response doesn't mean that I'm not angry at him on some level ("Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you" *gets sad thinking about tech again*).

I've seen some people saying that Hunter's response was apathetic and out of character for him and I've got to say this... no it wasn't. I find it interesting that a lot of the people that I've seen defending him are (like me) not particularly big Hunter fans. A lot of Hunter stans are going off about how this response doesn't make sense but to me it does. Now this is just speculation, but I wonder how much people's headcanons and perceptions of Hunter started to cloud their idea of who he is as a character. As much as I don't love Hunter, I do recognise the fact that he is a man with a lot of those flaws and those flaws can make him interesting, but I think that some people miss them because they look at him with rose-tinted glasses and see him as the perfect dad. But let's break down why I think Hunter's response makes sense.

I'm not going to lie, when I first heard Hunter say that they were going to get Omega back, my first response was "where was this energy with Crosshair?" and its that response that opens this up for analysis. Hunter wasn't sure if Crosshair needing help was a trap (which I've already said in another post was a valid response), so he was never going to react to Crosshair needing help in the same way as Omega needing it. Yes, it's harsh, but that doubt would've always been there. And Hunter's just lost one of his brothers trying to go back for Crosshair. They have no idea where Hemlock is, they don't actually know what is happening to Crosshair, Hunter has never been 100% certain that the whole situation isn't a trap and now Tech has just died because of it.

Yes, Tech sacrificed himself to not just help the others, but to also help Crosshair, but all that means nothing if they're all dead. Hunter, Omega, Wrecker and Echo just about escaped with their lives and with no information, it didn't seem reasonable to carry on with the mission. They couldn't do it with five of them, how would they manage with four? And you also have to remember that Hunter has a child to worry about. Yes, they could get Crosshair back but that's a very big ask. What happens if another one of them dies? Omega is left alone? All of this needs to be taken into consideration. Making the decision to settle on Pabu was a reasonable choice, even if it hurts to know that Crosshair is going to stay trapped with the Empire.

You can disagree with it, you can be angry at it, you can list all the reasons why Hunter is wrong but you can't ignore all the reasons why Hunter is right either. Like I said, I am also angry at it. But tbf, I think I'm more angry at the situation than I am at Hunter. It took me a few hours to work that out, but I get why Hunter chose what he did. I wanted them to carry on fighting for Crosshair but I also understand why he chose to stay on Pabu. And I also get why he chose to go back for Omega. Yes, she's a child, but he also knows for certain that she is actually in trouble. He could never be sure of that with Crosshair, he knows that Omega is in a situation she didn't choose. It's frustrating, but it makes sense.

And going back to people's perceptions of Hunter, I think some people fail to see that actually, a lot of what Hunter does is with selfish intentions. A lot of it is disguised as things that are for the greater good, and I think he believes that as well, but a lot of his decisions are based on what he feels. Yes, he's the one that is in charge of the squad, but his decisions tend to be more self-centred than some people realise. I think that's why Echo is an interesting addition the the squad. He's not only second in command, but he's also not afraid to push back against Hunter and his decisions; he's more willing to question the sergeant's choices. And I think part of that is from Echo's own stubbornness as well. (Side note: Echo's choices can also be a little self-centred (like when he agrees to going to Coruscant without much discussion) and I acknowledge that). We know that Hunter's choices aren't always what the squad thinks because we see them choosing to vote against his decision in 2x1.

I think that if you really look at Hunter and realise just how flawed he is, and how many of his choices are selfish, it makes sense why he said what he said in this episode. It isn't out of character for him.

However, that's not to say that you can't get angry about it. Hunter's devotion to Omega has caused him to make some weird decisions and at points it can feel like he cares more about her than his brothers. I think a lot of that may be down to the fact that he's never been in this position before and isn't use to what it's like to be a father. Parents can make some odd sacrifices for their children and we may not always agree with them. So while I think it's perfectly reasonable to not like Hunter that much here, I don't think that it's necessarily strange behaviour for him. It's exactly what I'd expect given what we've seen from him up until this point.

Random additional point that I somehow missed: Hunter has now lost half of his squad. Do you realise how much stress that man must be under? He probably feels like a failure, so it makes sense for his initial response to be "let's go and find somewhere safe" and then hitting a breaking point that leads to "we're not losing anyone else" (although that breaking point is also heavily influenced by his selfish thoughts).

Emerie Clone Reveal

Honestly, I don't have a whole lot to say about this bit, just that it kind of fell a bit flat? I have two reasons for why this might be.

We predicted that it would happen. That's not to say that twists like that can't be satisfying, but rather than ending on a shock revelation, it ended on more of a "we know" moment.

I was in such an emotional state over the rest of it that I just didn't care. I had greater concerns at this point so it didn't really hit that hard.

But those are my opinions. I don't know how this scene was for other people, but for me, I don't think it had quite the gravity that they were going for.

Feelings now vs 2x8

This is less of an analysis of the episode itself, but more of a reflection of my own feelings. What surprised me is that even though this episode destroyed me in the moment, I'm weirdly not going through the same "crying every time I think about this episode" moment that I did after episode 8. I really struggle after 2x8. Every time I thought about that final scene I just cried (which led to me trying to pull myself together on the way to lectures before I started sobbing in public). But with the finale... I'm sad but I don't cry about everything? Or at least not the parts that I expected to be in bits over. I can think about Tech falling without bursting into tears, but I think about that 20 second moment with Echo and have to grab the nearest box of tissues.

I think it's because of a mixture of things. One is that I am in denial over Tech's death. I don't believe that he's actually dead and even if I did, then I'd just be more annoyed at weak storytelling than actually being sad about it. Another is that as much as I love Tech, Echo will always mean so much more to me. I connect with Echo on a level that I don't with Tech, so I'm always going to have a stronger emotional reaction to content with him in. I cried so hard when Tech "died" but now I'm having more of a breakdown over Wrecker and Echo's reactions. It's strange, but there are a lot of complicated feelings over this episode.

Summary

...I don't know. There are a lot of thoughts and emotions swirling around with this episode. I do have some criticisms and worries, but I don't think that they're bad episodes. I preferred this season over the last (despite having gripes over the lack of Crosshair and Echo) and I think that the entire team did a really great job.

The ending was always going to be controversial. People have ideas of what they think is going to happen and when that doesn't happen, the default reaction can be "this is bad". I think everyone is just a little bit lost atm, but I'll be interested to see what the consensus is a little bit further down the line. Feelings are very much a mess right now.

But I guess that these are my thoughts for now. Turns out that a lot of my predictions were way off the mark but I'm not mad about it. I'm glad that it didn't go exactly how I expected. I'm a little bit cautious about some story elements moving forward (as mentioned in the rest of the post) but I'm looking forward to where they take this show (preferably more Echo and Cross content).

I've just realised that I didn't say anything about Omega's feelings. Oops. Clearly that's not where my head is at right now.

#feeling many things right now #just in case that wasn't evident from the damn essay that I've just written on the entire thing #I'll probably have more thoughts down the line #and I'll share them when I do #this was a bit rough to get through #mainly because I kept crying over echo #but here are some more in depth thoughts #let me know what you think #especially about some of the more controversial bits of the episodes #we can just all cry together #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tech #echo #hunter #wrecker #omega

[sholiofic]

For the whump wheel, Biggles, EvS, high fever?

It shook Erich, in a quiet way, that Bigglesworth's friends had trusted him with this responsibility. True, it was not without a lot of last-minute advice, from Lacey in particular. ("If he packs a suitcase and says anything about following us to Turkey, throw it out the window and sit on him.") Erich had the definite impression that if the three of them returned and found Bigglesworth in anything less than perfect condition, Erich would be hunted down no matter where he tried to hide.

If anything happened to Bigglesworth in their absence, they wouldn't have to track him down; he would give himself up without a word.

"Sit up, you need to drink," Erich told him. He helped Bigglesworth sit with a hand on his slight back, trying not to think about how prominent his spine and ribs felt under the sweat-soaked nightshirt, how light he was to the touch. Bigglesworth had no weight on his slight frame that he could afford to lose, and after days of the shaking fever, he seemed almost translucent.

But his hazel eyes were still bright and sharp, even while fading between mild delirium and coherence. He pushed away Erich's efforts to help him with the cup of water, instead holding it in both shaking hands as the rim of the cup clicked against his teeth. A little of the water slopped over and spilled down his front.

"You don't have to sit with me," he said, pushing the half-empty cup away. His voice was thready, but still animated by the force of his personality, unfaded even as weak as he was. "I'll be all right. It's not my first time through this, after all."

"I was only going to read." Erich thought about offering to help change him out of the clammy nightshirt, but decided not to. By now he recognized the signs of Bigglesworth in a stubborn and uncooperative mood. Later on, sleepy and pliant, he might be more agreeable to having some small things done for him so he could rest more easily that night. "I'm going to make some tea, and then I could read aloud to you for a while."

Bigglesworth still had the stubborn look, so Erich was surprised when he agreed with a quiet, "Yes, I'd like that. If it's no bother."

Erich tried to keep the flood of inner warmth out of his expression, not succeeding very well, he guessed. "No bother at all. I was going to read the book anyway. No different, really."

He made two cups of tea, one weak and well-sugared, the other as strong as he could make it, and brought them in along with some toast in case he could coax the patient to eat it. In the end he didn't try; Bigglesworth was half asleep, drowsing beneath the blankets, so Erich quietly placed the tea and toast on the nightstand, picked up the book beside it (one of many from Bigglesworth's well-stocked shelves), and opened it to his bookmark.

He wasn't sure whether it mattered if he read aloud, as the patient seemed to have fallen asleep. But he had said he would, and anyway, if Bigglesworth woke from fever dreams, the sound of Erich's voice might be soothing.

Erich found the paragraph he had stopped on, and began to speak quietly. Without really intending to, acting purely on instinct, he placed a hand on the blanket-wrapped bundle beside him.

He felt Bigglesworth relax slowly under his touch. Ah, not quite asleep, then.

He read on, pausing occasionally to moisten his throat with a sip of tea.

#biggles books #biggles #james bigglesworth #erich von stalhein #biggles x evs #whump wheel fics

[eisforeidolon]

I recently went down a rabbithole and came across some of the most idiotic nonsense I've ever seen.

Someone asked the blog I'm quoting below what they thought the reason for prequel gate was and I'm just flabbergasted at the insane armchair psychology presented as fact. This person clearly has no idea what co-depency actually means and yet they have a whole buch of posts spanning multiple years where they repeat this nonsense over and over again (newsflash: you can't diagnose people you've never even spoken to from afar).

Not to mention calling Jensen "under-functioning" or "low functioning" (and his parents too in some posts, it's genetic apparently /facepalm).

This person seems as insightful and trustworthy as goob to me, but because it isn't as immediately obvious by their writing style (compared to goob's barely comprehensible ramblings), people take them seriously and they have at least a small amount of followers who seem to believe every word they say.

(Though it seems to be mostly Jared stans who are only to happy to believe anything negative about Jensen, no matter how unqualified the source and how ridiculous the claims.)

I just can't roll my eyes hard enough:

"You'll find the answer to most of your questions in the codependency tag.  The short answer is Jensen was trying to be good enough for Jared by creating a project on his own without Jared's help or leadership.

Let's take out the codependency aspect and just look at basic male competitiveness even between friends.  Men go through the competition phase with each other in order to determine hierarchy and once that’s established, then they “reconcile” and move into the cooperate phase and even become loyal friends.  Nothing demonstrates this better than the Top Gun movies, which is actually about a love story between Maverick and Iceman.   "Frenemies" is not supposed to happen among men, instead it's more common among women because they go from competition to cooperation and back to competition.  Jensen is a bit under-functioning, so he goes back to competing with Jared even though Jared is not competing with him; there’s no need to change the hierarchy.  At the same time Jensen was competing for Jared in order to continue their Maverick and Iceman love story."

Let's talk about Goob for a second. Goob wants to present himself as a totes unbiased observer with super secret insider knowledge ... that just always ~*somehow*~ happens to validate that D/C is the center of the universe.

Not just fandom, but people at large? Have a tendency to question something far less to not at all when it agrees with what they already want to believe. The problem is, you don't just have to want to believe with Goob, you also have to get past how he writes in word-salad rants, makes factual statements/predictions that are proven directly indisputably false all the time, and throws out claims that are blatantly fantasyland batshit like Kripke stealing the YED from him or his having been personally involved in TW, is clearly wanting to bilk fandom for money - among other issues. Goob is so bad at what he's trying to do you have to be completely fucking desperate AND incredibly thick to continue to buy into it.

There are people in this fandom a lot better at it than Goob. Who can write a coherent paragraph. Who know how to flimflam enough to not directly say things like 'X [did/will] happen on Y date' which are easy to catch out as blatantly factually false - there's a lot of 'it's just my opinion (even though I keep stating it as fact)'! Who aren't obtuse enough to claim their super speshul insider knowledge is directly personally in SPN, just ~*the industry*~ in general that just so happens to tell them everything about how BTS on SPN must have operated in minute, exact detail!

So if, say, you already want to believe Jared is the center of the universe around which all existence revolves - even that of his own friends' who are just desperate to earn the approval of such an amazing godlike being they obviously can't help but feel inferior to in every possible way? You maybe don't notice the absurdity when somebody claims to be a fan of Jensen but constantly laments the fact he can't be so much smarter/more talented/business savvy/fashionable/whatever like Jared, woe! You maybe don't notice the double standard always leaning one way when somebody insists in one post that when X applies to Jared it proves he's popular/cool/savvy, and five posts later, X applying to Jensen proves that he's forgettable/lame/dumb, actually. You maybe don't notice when they spout off a bunch of psychobabble gibberish with no qualifications in the field on top of zero personal experience with the people they're incorrectly diagnosing. (Honestly, that one's even less noticeable because so many fans do it so cluelessly all over the place ... not as if that makes it better, but.)

The difference between them and Goob isn't a matter of what they're trying to do, it's a matter of basic competence in the attempt. Goob just can't help being so very Goob about everything - and again, even he has people willing to swallow it whole because they WANT the validation of it being true so so blindly. Conversely, no matter how competent anybody else's sleight-of-hand, they're only going to distract the audience who already agree with their underlying agenda from being able to see the light catch on the wires.

#fandom issues #askboxery #anonymous #anti actor stans #especially ones who claim not to be #long post

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

as many ttpd thoughts as i can coherently write down

first of all grateful for the folklore x midnights x 1989/rep sound we have going on here. i hate comparing artists but seriously the best way i can explain it is phoebe bridgers this album sounds like phoebe bridgers. not like it's a bad thing it's phoebe fucking bridgers!!!

i feel like it's so easy to call music "intimate," whether because of lyrics that feel personal or just a certain raw sound, or whatever else, but this album truly is the most intimate thing i think taylor's ever given us. i don't know what sets it apart, cuz at this point she's written plenty of deeply personal lyrics, but the way i best know how to describe it is that it truly feels like she trusts us.

anyway i'm willing to admit that this album isn't a spectacle or a revolution or game changer, and i know it won't satisfy everyone (ngl i'm scared to see what everyone else is saying bc they'll never understand Like I Do) but damn it sometimes that much is more than enough. without further adieu

fortnight a solid vibe. i'd literally love any song with the lyric "i love you it's ruining my life"

ttpd love that lucy and jack cameo that's about it. but really who else is gonna hold you

mbobhft AUGGGHHH THAT HOOK. you'd think you'd be able to tell which tracks are entirely self-written but you'd never guess some of the best tracks would you? jokes on me. love the metaphor (as i tend to do), big fan of infantilizing men (no like actually)

down bad this song was not clicking at first but it won me over with the alien abduction theme

so long london aw fuck yeah i knew i was right to claim this one. that hook is delectable. every verse is like a juicy kiss on the mouth i love this song yOU SWORE THAT YOU LOVED ME BUT WHERE WERE THE CLU

but daddy i love him this was the point where i thought to myself "wow this album is a lot more romantic than i would've thought" which, in hindsight, idk if that can be the consensus but still--this is such a feel good happy lovely time

fresh out the slammer evermore would love this one. yee haw

florida i mean there was really no way for this song to be bad and damn. twas not. this is a screamer fs. how on earth they managed to make a song about fucking florida feel like this mysterious shady world that we the people are not apart of is astounding to me

guilty as sin yas girl let your freak flag fly!!! successor to false god fr

who's afraid of little old me oh. o,h my god. taylor. taylor r u good honey. this song is fucking batshit wild oh my god YES GIRL TELL EM i will never be the same i could end the california drought with these tear ducks holy shit im gonna go set something on fire

i can fix him i love this bc this is literally my best friend and now they're gonna know how they look. that "woah maybe i can't" both absolutely slaps and is hilarious. also love how horny that bridge was yas girl let your freak flag fly!!

loml oh god. lmao my ass rlly thought this album wasn't gonna be too depressing. they had me in the first half ngl. i'm not crying you're crying nahhh we're both crying and you know it. the lyrics here really popped off, like more than the rest of the album and that's saying something. bonus i remember seeing someone theorize that it was actually gonna be "loss of my life" instead of love, and while i was listening i had that in the back of my mind, but then i was like "ok no it's actually love" but then THEY WERE RIGHT and i felt so accomplished for no good reason. so if ur that person who called it, good job brother

i can do it with a broken heart this one shocks me so good oml why is this making me wanna throw it back. with all do respect if you didn't want us to enjoy your suffering why did you make your suffering such a bop. /j that "i'm miserable and nobody knows!! :D" gives me chills but like in a good way. "try and come for my job" literally get it queen i love you

smallest man who ever lived it's quite funny to me that literally nobody was claiming this track and then it permanently altered my brain chemistry. back at it with the hooks damn. wow this one really. this one is really sticking with me guys

the alchemy yay the vibes are back!!!! sweet simple romance you gotta love it

clara bow you had me at that intro. shove that guitar down my throat if u will. this is the better version of the lucky one (im not sorry.) damn "you look like Taylor Swift in this light" gets me every time i'm sorry that will never not hit

the black dog OLD HABITS DIE SCREAAAAAMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i did not expect to like this one as much as i do but i can't stop thinking about it

imgonnagetyouback i had really mixed feelings but i literally can't dislike this song it's straight up good (also this song is so gorgeous-coded its wild)

the albatross idk i just love this one it is so sweet to me. in the way molasses is sweet but still

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus this melody has wriggled its way into the few folds of my brain and i don't see it leaving soon. i love me some good whimsy. fr as i'm listening to it again rn i'm realizing how good this production is. anyways bi rights

how did it end? you know................... i was really trying to not tie her real life into any of these songs, since i really don't know that much lore + i'm not a big fan of obsessing over celebrities personal lives--relationships most of all (especially when it comes to taylor)--in general, but damn i immediately did just that with this song and.. wow. but aside from all of that oh my god welcome back to Songs On This Album That Absolutely Haunt Me

so high school this one's kinda crazy bc damn it's such a taylor swift song but the sound is so new to her and it kind of makes me cry. but anyhow "touch me while your bros play grand theft auto" is the funniest fucking line i have ever heard in my life

i hate it here oh wow hahhahahhahahahha taylor what the fuck :3 imagine relating to this song on an cosmic level lmfaooooo

thank you aimee removing from irl context, putting this song next to mean genuinely makes me want to cry. like the maturity and growth both happy and sad is so evident it's like watching my child graduate

i look in people's windows another stellar string hook thank you and goodbye. ok but fr the visual here is inherently funny

the prophecy claiming this one for the neurodivergents

cassandra yeah yeah drama i know but damnnnn greek mythology BANGER

peter *taking notes* never... trust.. a man.. named..... peter.........

the bolter she's a runner she's a track star (can you tell i've run out of things to say it's just a good fucking album)

robin ohohoho i am an absolute SLUT for a good ode to childhood

the manuscript now that's a story

and at last--my current rankings:

who's afraid of little old me?

so long, london

how did it end?

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

the smallest man who ever lived

florida!!!

clara bow

the alchemy

loml

i can do it with a broken heart

the albatross

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

i look in people's windows

cassandra

fortnight

i hate it here

the black dog

but daddy i love him

thanK you aIMee

the bolter

guilty as sin?

robin

i can fix him (no really i can)

the prophecy

peter

the manuscript

so high school

fresh out the slammer

the tortured poets department

imgonnagetyouback

down bad

now i know being critical is not one of my specialties but seriously it's a solid album ok. midnights is literally my baby and it has a skip for me so

now naturally my enthusiasm for each song will potentially decrease and most certainly increase over time cuz that's how i process albums buttttttt yuh 👍

almost any other artist building an entire persona about being an emo poet would make me roll my eyes but damn it she's so right

#wow that was a lot #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #ts #fortnight #my boy only breaks his favourite toys #mbobhft #down bad #so long london #but daddy i love him #bdilh #fresh out the slammer #florida!!! #guilty as sin #who's afraid of little old me #waolom #i can fix him (no really i can) #icfhnric #loml #i can do it with a broken heart #icdiwabh #the smallest man who ever lived #tsmwel #the alchemy #clara bow #the black dog #imgonnagetyouback #the albatross #chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

[alicesought]

{{ --OKAY But it's the CONTRAST you knOW--

There's so many parallels and contrasts like Being set in modern day instead of literally victorian london, but the way jervis perceives the gutters of Gotham parallels precisely with the rotten underbelly of London in the era his mind is always pretending to be in anyhow, and he would distort through his eyes just as Liddel does and see Gotham as this colorless, smog filled, ugly and mean reality where everyone is either malicious or apathetic. He can easily go into Wonderland and come to reality accidentally in the company of human traffickers and violent drunks much the same as Liddel in modern Gotham, I have no doubt.

And then the fact that he doesn't resent his lost innocence, he resents whats trying to tarnish what's left of it, and thoroughly believes, probably even subconsciously, that the good and just thing to do is to restore the innocence of his Wonderland-- not grow and mature in the same way Alice does. and I think that part comes from not being a teenager as well-- he's not coming of age, he's nostalgic, and he has much more experience with control over his Wonderland. So his Wonderland likely wouldn't antagonize him in that way naturally, if it does, it might even be guilt for failing to save them, seeing his imaginary friends as victims of... whatever it is that's invading his brain. it would only be oppressive toward him if the story needed him to go against his own delusions. ( Then, it very well could begin tearing his self worth down, I'm sure lol ) But I feel like that wouldn't be his end goal, he wouldn't kill any Wonderland character besides maybe some card guards or a bandersnatch. Jervis loves the characters of Wonderland, Alice Liddel is... apathetic to them often times, sometimes outright hates them. That's one major difference. If Jervis is driven to kill or hurt a Wonderland character something is very wrong. And maybe that's his conflict...

You see, he must be the lesser of two evils, because he's not a good person, and I don't feel like this story would be aiming to make him so. No, if you're going to root for him, he needs to be in the right enough to empathize but still in character. So his growth would involve being resolute, able to act on his own strange moral code in a way that gives him self respect. AND I SAW someone mention Dr. Strange could take the place of Dr. Bumby in the story-- and I am shocked I did not consider that lmao,, That could really be it tbh, a more complicated spin on what Arkham Jervis went through. A fascist scientist, intent on exterminating the mentally ill, twists jervis' perspective in a way that turns him against his fellow mad men in some feigned promise of safety and happiness in his delusions, as if something is keeping him complacent, but he feels this itch of wrongness from it and just can't be happy, and he has to realize that his desire for escapism and avoidant personality has nearly driven him to acting exactly opposite to his own principles as someone who sees madness as a virtue. So he isn't unravelling his Wonderland delusion, he's solving the mystery that all the conflict he's imagining is a distraction-- or worse, maybe some characters of Wonderland represent other rogues and he's accidentally doing Strange's dirty work and harming-- and so he has to find out who he actually needs to fight.

Rambling rambling rambling, throwing out random thoughts, this has been one long run on sentence, only barely coherent, but I'm done-- }}

#{{ Anyways-- somebody get jervis furious enough to say “ You rotten misbegotten abomination ” I beg you lmao }} #🐇 ◆◇◆ || ₙₒ ᵣₒₒₘ₋ ₙₒ ᵣₒₒₘ! || { o.o.c. }

[aro-attorneys]

God. Second attempt at writing a sort of coherent Good Omens Season 2 rant/review/thoughts. Whatever you want to call it.

First, things I really enjoyed:

Pre-fall Crowley scene. Though this was not liked as much by some other critical Book fans. I understand from canon-conflicting perspective, but TV and Book Omens are separate in my head (sorry Neil Gaiman I can't buy the Same Canon thing)

The flashbacks scene (especially the one with Job and the Resurrectionist, the zombie one was kinda bad though)

Aziraphale getting to use the Bentley

Ok that's all that stood out to me of what I really liked. Time to complain!

God I'll just...start with The Kiss. I saw spoilers for it before I got a chance to watch it and immediately felt disappointment. I do like the Ineffable Husband ship, but I liked it as this...vague thing they kinda had going on in the back. They absolutely did not need an angsty one-sided confession scene with a forced kiss. Everything about it felt so inorganic too. I was trying to be open to the possible (different/romantic) chemistry they might have in s2, but it never happened. Instead there was Nina and telling Crowley he's in love with Aziraphale. Even though nothing really indicated that? To the public they could just be friends?

They did make more "gay jokes" (like they did once in season 1, which I did not like, it was very amatonormative which goes against the vibes those two have). Did not like those. Felt forced.

I have made posts before about the lack of aro and qpr representation in media and Yes that does play into why I did not like this ending of the season. It felt like this possible representation was forcibly taken away from me. I get to be sad about that. It's technically a separate argument but I'm throwing it here anyway.

Aside from That, the vibes of season 2 was...not really Good Omens? I really love the season 1 adaptation on so many levels. It is not perfect and there is valid criticism to be given, but overall it catches the absurdist comedy and relevance of everyone at play Very Well. Both the book and the show have this "ah it's all coming together" thing that's executed so well. I agree Crowley and Aziraphale got more of a main character role in the Show vs. The Book (where the humans and nonhumans are equally important/get similar screentime). And they amplified this in season 2. This post-book "canon" seems to focus a lot on Crowley and Aziraphale, which feels Wrong. They don't work on their own like they did in the Book/s1. It was their interaction with Earth and its Humans that made them shine in the end. Giving them their own problems to deal with was incredibly uninteresting. This is probably why the flashbacks stood out to me more. ...Yeah, I think it boils down to them not being as interesting on their own.

(of course when fans draw Book Omens Ineffable Husbands it's a different thing altogether, but art or comics usually don't have TV-style drama)

I feel I should say something about Gabriel and Beelzebub? It caught me by surprise that I just laughed when I saw it unfold. It was just very weird idk. I will miss Beelzebub though, I loved their trash gender vibes (then again, the new actor did not sell the vibes as well as the previous actor).

This season made me dive a little into the Book Omens fandom again and made me realise how much I missed the Book. I read it back in 2017 and a lot of fine details are lost on me. I want to read it again for sure. I see a lot of mixed reactions from Book fans on this season. Oftentimes criticism of different kinds, sometimes someone who did kind of like the season.

Overall I hate it when a screen adaptation takes a fandom over. I have to see incredibly bad takes on the Ineffable Husbands every day since the show came out.

In short: it was mostly not as interesting/memorable and I am pissed off about the kiss scene that I have to see everywhere.

#good omens critical #good omens #good omens season 2 #book omens #hey the negative stuff is under a read more #unless you're open to criticism of your beloved gay angel demon show you shouldn't open the post okay? #this isn't important enough to ruin someone's day bc they like the show #but do know that i find the tv omens fandom (the ones who didnt read the book) to be annoying as hell #not the individuals obviously. #anyway is this coherent at all #i tried to just make paragraphs on the main stuff that bothered me #I will push the qpr acearo ineffable husbands agenda