#LUZ IS RETURNING HER FEELINGS!!! hell yeah what they deserve

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Here's Eclipse Lake, an episode that has been highly anticipated! Will it top Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door?

I'll skip the pretense: No. It won't.

You'll see under the cut.

Hmm, that list of ingredients for the Grimwalker...I'll let other people theorize about this (like @sepublic ), but it sure looks like a thing

Guess the mysterious green goo won't cut it, huh?

Belos face reveal already?! Huh, didn't expect it so soon.

Oh, no, he's hot! (And I'm mad about it)

Still an ass, though

Now we know why Hunter was wearing a different outfit (because people fixated on that for some reason)

Amity with the clipboard gives me strong Dipper vibes

GHOST! My beloved!

I need a moment because CAT!

(Also, someone pointed out earlier that Ghost was based on Dana's cat, and that's super obvious in hindsight)

Raine?! Oh, wait, you mean rain. Sigh.

Eda gets training tips from DBZ confirmed

(Also Amity's face when reacting to Eda's explanation is priceless)

Oh God Eda's a weeb I need another moment

Damn, Amity just straight up calling Eda old

Oh, loopy Luz

(The abomination holding the tissue box is adorable for many reasons)

Yeah, don't want Luz to eat the McGuffin

I have several questions about those Tamagotchis that I'll refrain from listing here

Amity your Odalia is showing

Girlfriend counter: 1

(Yes I am introducing a counting gag, deal with it)

Was wondering if they were ever gonna reference the dissection incident. We've come a long way, baby!

Oh, so that's what everyone was looking at

Luz honey your enthusiasm is admirable but no

Luz burrito is quite cute, though

Girlfriend counter: 2

(Damn, still wild to think that that's the case)

Just occurred to me that "Boots" is probably shortened from "Bossyboots" from earlier

Guess the Luz hiss compilation needs to be updated again

Those tunnels ain't the only thing around here that's unstable, amirite?

Oops, guess Kiki was justified, after all

Maybe don't talk so loudly about your plans, dude

That is her son, get it right!

Serves you right for having that stupid strand of hair sticking out like that

Is this just the episode where everyone dunks on White Boy? Because I can totally get behind that.

Already mentioned this, but I am loving the parallels between Katara and Amity with that bottle of abomination goo. Insert obligatory "Two Nickels" meme here about Mae Whitman.

We really are just dunking on the white boy and I am living for it

Hooty had to get it from somewhere, I suppose

Nothing says mother-son bonding like shooting things at each other (see also: Separate Tides)

I'm sure the magic bouncing off the veins won't come into play later at all

Oh well, at least the echolocation looked cool

At this point Amity would kill Hunter for a Klondike bar

Wait why does Hooty need a chair

Willow with the galaxy brain ideas

"A bad but sad boy" Luz is a genius at succinctly summing people up

Kikimora continues to be unhinged. Ironically she's not wrong about Hunter.

Motherfucker stop acting like you know what that says

(Also, projecting much?)

Girlfriend counter: 3

Friendly reminder that Hunter is still an antagonist

Uh oh

UH OH

I know someone mentioned Willow having the brain cell, but honestly it seemed like Luz had it this whole time. And that's not good.

WHY IS FOOL'S BLOOD EVEN A THING

Aaaaand cue the getting screwed over

Further reminder that he's still an antagonist (Apparently there's a vocal segment who's Really Mad at him that seem to forget this fact)

You unhand Ghost right now!! And Amity too, I guess.

(I kid, she's literally my second favorite character)

For what she did to Raine it warms my heart to know Kiki has had zero peace of mind

Wait, the Abomatons are Transformers?! Okay, that's kind of awesome, actually. Alador might be a shit dad but he is a brilliant inventor.

Chucking kids off cliffs is a surpisingly common pastime in the Boiling Isles

Owlbert no!

Eda did spend literal decades fighting the Owl Beast within, so I guess she can't be blamed for not thinking to talk to it

Also hurry up guys I'm very concerned about Owlbert

Fuck yeah Harpy Milf!

Yay Ghost returns!

She's glad they're okay (I didn't need to take this, I just thought it was cute. Also this is surprisingly high quality considering I just took a photo of my TV screen)

Oh, so they do have video games in the Demon Realm. That or Luz introduced them.

Trailer shot!

Oh dear, we about to have a fight over the key

Wow, being so high ranking under Belos is really bad for mental health

Jesus Christ Belos what have you been putting in this poor kid's head?

Leave it to King to give radical recontextualizations

Amity, I'm glad you remembered/realized this about Luz, please don't let the sad white boy play you like that again

Also, I appreciate the gesture you're making, and it's a wonderful summary of your character development, but goddamnit he's gonna go for that key because he's STILL AN ANTAGONIST

"Being nice usually works for Luz!" A) Not always, and B) Amity I love you but Luz you are not. A valiant attempt nonetheless.

Ooh, cool fight scene!

Always lovely to see such superb animation

I was privately griping about not seeing Amity use magic for so long, and now I am fed

Don't think I didn't hear the glass breaking

Appreciate your ass from a hole in the ground, Golden Boy!

(jk I don't actually feel that strongly about him still. That kind of threat still isn't cool, though)

Oh so that's why it's the Common Mold!

It's kinda cute, actually. Or maybe it's just because it's Luz.

TIL Hooty is heat resistant

Apparently Owl Beast just wanted a snack

Girlfriend counter: 4

Also love how calling Amity her awesome girlfriend is literally the first thing Luz says to her upon returning.

Yesssss return the hug! You deserve it!

(I know there are higher quality versions of this screenshot, I just didn't feel like looking around)

King demands huggies, too! (And gets 'em)

Reminder that Amity is smart as hell. I knew that glass breaking indicated something!

So once again I've been had. I let the fandom trick me into thinking this episode would be way more intense. Guess that one screenshot was from the next episode.

Overall this was...fine. Some nice Lumity moments, Harpy Eda strutting her stuff, that gorgeously animated fight sequence; those were all lovely.

I do wish Willow and Gus had a bit more to do. And I'm still rather unenthusiastic about Hunter, to be honest. I've seen his type several times before, and the path they have for him is rather obvious. I may never share the fandom's love for him, and I guess I'll have to deal with that.

Anybody who says this was better than KKKOHD is a damn fool.

Mid season finale next week! I think Yesterday's Lie will finally bring the pain!

#the owl house #amity blight #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #toh hooty #willow park #gus porter #emperor belos #toh hunter #toh ghost #kikimora #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

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FULL REVIEWS: “Hooty’s Moving Hassle”

I’ve only seen Howl’s Moving Castle once and I thought it was just okay. The animation was amazing. The story and characters were just...okay. But we’re not here to talk about that today.

A Hooty centric episode? Count me in, hoot hoot. The hype train just keeps on going and I was so glad that I found my new favorite show. AND my niece loved it too, so that’s a huge plus. The only thing that I was sure about this episode going in way back when was that Gus and Willow were going to be in it. Let’s check it out and see if it’s still as good as I remember it, hoot hoot.

“Cards! The paper rectangles that old people think are fun.”

Hot damn, Luz. The episode just started and she’s already out firing shots. But to be fair, she did grow up with smartphones and game consoles being a thing so I doubt she sees the appeal. Do kids even still play with toys anymore? Or do they all just play on tablets now? Probably why Toys R’ Us closed. 

Speaking of things that can only happen in this generation, callbacks and continuity! Eda’s curse is rearing its feathery head and like the irresponsible adult that she is, she’s out of elixir, hoot hoot.

It’s not our full introduction to Owlbert, but at least he gets some screen time where he actually moves and stuff. I totally get where Luz and King are coming from. When a friend discovers they’re really good at a game and they want to play it all they time because they like winning but it’s super annoying and you always lose because it’s not a game you would ever play on your own, hoot hoot. Yeah. Eda is that friend. 

People watching in a fantasy world would actually be a fun little way to do some worldbuilding, but I’m afraid some people would call it lazy. We get a bunch of set-up for the third act and then the spice of life returns, hoot hoot.

“Who hurt my babies?”

Hyper fangirl Luz spots her babies wearing frowny faces thanks to Amity and her little group. Apparently Amity’s forced friend brigade is going to have a moonlight conjuring which is basically just a slumber party. It’s literally exactly like a slumber party. I have proof. Just check out this video and see that slumber parties are just modern witch gatherings. 

Thanks to Luz though, Willow has enough friends to have a moonlight conjuring of her own. Wow, typing out that sentences actually made me feel really sad. Willow is a sweeties and she deserves the world. Okay I feel better, hoot hoot.

Also Penstagram? Really? Like freaking really? I hate Instagram. The feed is never in chronological order, I don’t know what “link in the bio” means and I never have enough pictures to just be on there. I mean, who freaking takes pictures for everything all the time? It’s a madhouse, I tell you. A madhouse, hoot hoot.

Like Owlbert, this is our kinda introduction to Boscha and her crew. It’s not a full introduction, but it’s not like we’re not going to see more of her later. There’s Skara again and Cat. Thank you, Owl House wikia.

Eda’s dealer suggests going to the Night Market to pick up what she needs and shoots down Luz’s moonlight conjuring idea. But Luz isn’t going to let something small like a parent’s permission stop her from helping her friends, hoot hoot. So Luz pulls the laziest plot device in all of fiction and lies. 

Sleeping King in a baby sling and Willow saying “I’m a sneaky sneakster” hoot hoot? This episode is all kinds of cute.

Eda heads to the night market and Luz has her little slumber party. A sad thought just occurred. What if this is also Luz’s first slumber party too? Her mom did say that she didn’t have any friends. I made myself sad again, hoot hoot. 

Luz, ever the good host, tries to accommodate her friends and they get to work on the moonlight conjuring. Luz chanting that she doesn’t know the words made me laugh. Especially because I’d do the same thing. 

Side note, but Gus insisting that Beefy Bob is a figurine is just kinda funny. All I kept thinking about was the difference between action figures, dolls, and figurines. Dolls don’t move but you play with them. Action figures do stuff and you play with them. Figurines don’t move and you don’t play with them, hoot hoot. “A real man never takes accountability” is hilarious and unfortunately true. 

“Light as a feather; stiff as a board. Light as a feather; stiff as a board.”

“Something ridiculous this way comes, hoot hoot.”

And just like that, our heroes conjure the whole house. How? Why? Never mind that shit, here comes Bosha! And the set up from early in the episode, hoot hoot. 

Meanwhile at the night market, Eda meets the recurring villain of the series. I like to call these guys jobber villains.

For those who don’t know, a “jobber” is a pro wrestling term. It’s a guy who is hired to just lose to the big name guys. I use the term “jobber villain” to describe any antagonist who isn’t the main villain who is used frequently to lose to the heroes. Think Team Rocket in Pokémon, Dr Light in Teen Titans, Ludo in Star vs the Forces of Evil, etc, you get the idea.

Tibbles hustles Eda over the Hexes Hold ‘em game and we get a bunch of funny ass jokes that I dare not ruin for you. The two plots cross for just long enough for Luz and co to get busted. 

I have concerns, hoot hoot.

Meanwhile, back in the other failed moonlight conjuring, the moonlight conjuring has failed. The girls do what every young girl would do in that situation and complain on social media. Amity gets a really cool shot that I don’t have and the episode ends with a hint that someone on our main trio is more powerful then they are letting on.

FINAL SCORE: 5 - Loved it.

This episode is funny as hell. That’s the main highlight for me here. There are so many good jokes especially since it’s my type of dialogue humor. 

Lots of character work. The reveal that Willow and Amity used to be friends adds depth to both characters, making the relationship a bit more complex than just bully-victim scenario.

I love it whenever Luz speaks Spanish. As a Hispanic guy myself, I’m really happy about this kind of representation. This plus Marco Diaz. 

We kinda get introductions to several characters who play bigger parts in later episodes. Bosch and Owlbert get soft intros while Tibbles takes the center stage as the episode’s main villain.

I’ve never been to a slumber party but I doubt they’re as fun as this.

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I forgot what the next episode is so I don’t have a lead up line for it...hoot.

#the owl house #my works #full review #full reviews

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

I Pity the Grave That Tries to Keep Me From You

Bull Randleman x Reader One-shot

Summary: it’s just fluffy angst about Bull coming back from Market Garden bc I’m a soft squishy sad little tall person who is dealing with some major feels

Warnings: shitty writing (mostly cuz I don’t feel like editing WHOOPSIE), angst, fluff, rushed ending, bleh, idk man it is what it is....

Ya’ll know I listened to Hozier’s Work Song for part of this, I didn’t even try to be subtle about it.

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You don’t react when Hoobler tells you about Bull.  

Martin can’t look at you, but you hug him just the same.

I’m sorry he’d blurted after he returned your embrace, voice breaking painfully. I’m so fucking sorry.

But you’d just shook your head from side to side and given him the closest thing to a reassuring smile you could muster.

Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m glad you’re here.

You weren’t sure how many times you’d said those three sentences since D-Day, but it was the only thing you could think of to say to your broken friends telling you through tearful apologies the names of the soldiers you all had loved and lost. As if it was their fault... as if they’d failed in keeping them safe for you.

Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m glad you’re here.

Martin had let out one quiet sob against your neck before stepping back and turning and leaving. Everyone let him go. 

You understood- everyone grieved differently. Your grief had to wait a bit longer- you still had things to do.

No one made to stop you when you excused yourself, Webster having the presence of mind to give you a nod when you mumbled something about checking in with Nixon.

You and Bull had always known the risk of one or both of you dying- hell, you’d even discussed the likelihood of one of you dying in front of the other. You’d mentally prepared yourself as much as you could for that inevitability.

Missing, though? Missing wasn’t sitting well with you.

Becoming an intelligence officer hadn’t been a career path you’d stumbled across by mistake- you liked information, found comfort in details and strategy. 

You hated being blindsided, and since you’d been small you’d gone to great lengths to ensure you never entered a situation without being fully aware of any and all potential outcomes that could occur. 

Surprises aren’t always good, my darling. Remember that. 

Your mother’s words had echoed in your head the first time you’d met Bull, when he’d caught you off guard by introducing himself to you in the same manner he had introduced himself to all of the other men in Easy- with solid eye contact, a firm handshake, and a gentle drawl of “Randleman, nice to meet you.” 

The idea that you wouldn’t hear his voice again, in either friendly introduction or intimate devotion, made you feel achingly hollow.

“If you think something as silly as a grave can keep me from coming home to you, you got another thing coming, Little Lady”. 

“That sounds like you’re saying you’re going to haunt me, Den—”

“You should be so lucky….plus, I’d make it fun, so don’t even worry about it.”

You start to walk in earnest towards the officer’s area now, biting the insides of your cheeks in an effort not to cry. 

You had to keep going. 

You’d promised him you would, just as you’d made him promise in kind.

When you finally found Nixon, you instantly frowned at the bruise blossoming on his forehead.

“What happened to you?” you ask, ignoring the man’s glare and walking over to get a closer look. “Looks like you tangoed with Joe Toye’s brass knuckles and lost.”

“Got shot in the helmet.” Nix grumbles at the same time Richard perks up and squints at you while asking “Toye’s got brass knuckles?”.

You wince, both in response to Nix’s injury and your accidental snitching on Joe. “Whoops.”

Lewis’s eyes catch yours and his brow softens. 

You instantly know what he’s about to bring up, and shake your head preemptively.

“Lew,” you begin with a heavy sigh, only to be shushed like a child before he spoke over you.

“They don’t know anything for sure yet.” he insisted, and you knew that he knew you saw through his bullshit. 

He sometimes tried to be less pessimistic when he knew you were already way ahead of him in that department, but the two of you knew each other well enough by now for you to see it for what it was- him trying to make you feel better, coddling you to make you feel better.

Lying to make you feel better.

Information is truth, everything else is probably a lie.

Your mother was a bitter cynic, but you’d also never once known her to have her heart broken.

Maybe she’d been on to something.

“Yeah,” you’d offered, quickly brushing past him to look at the map on the table. “Maybe. Anyway, when exactly did Market Garden start going to shit? Do you think we were undermanned? Were our maps wrong? Did they have unexpected weaponry….?”

Distract the sad voice in your head offered as you threw yourself into work, using the churning pain in your belly to fuel your motivation to reclaim the town. 

No one gets to hurt you and get away with it. No one gets to take Bull from you and remain unpunished.

You decided then and there that you were going to make the SS bleed for what they’d done, and you knew that if Bull were there he’d tell you to rein it in.

Got murder in your eyes, darling. What’s got you so cross?

But Bull wasn’t here. And you? You had to get over it.

It’s what he would want.

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You had barely slept that night, throwing yourself into rereading all of the intelligence reports until Dick finally ordered you out of the CP tent.

At first you’d fought him on it, still too afraid of being let alone with your own thoughts. But he’d been firm, literally snatching the paperwork from your trembling hands and hovering over you until you relented.

“I don’t want to see you until morning, is that understood?”

With more patience than you deserved he’d held your coat up and helped you slip into it, making a point to pull your knit hat down over your ears before turning you in the direction of where all the soldiers were sleeping.

Even though Bull had promised to be the one to haunt you, it was you who felt like the ghost.

But, like the obedient soldier you were, you walked to the spot where you and Bull had set up camp with Perconte and Luz. Neither man happened to be there at that moment, which was a small blessing because when you saw Bull’s unattended duffel bag in the same spot he’d left it that morning you’d been unable to stop the sob that slipped past your lips.

Like a child, you’d curled around his rucksack and held it close, your fingers tracing over the airborne patches that denoted it as his. 

Had it truly been this morning that you’d woken up in his embrace, groaning in sleepy protest when he refused to let you out of his arms?

“Jus’ a bit longer,” he’d mumbled, bringing a leg up and over your hip to pin you beside him. “Let the boys start fightin’ without us, we’ll catch up later…”

You wish that had been possible. You wished it could have been that simple.

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Tears had leaked out of your eyes as you squeezed them shut and the next time you opened them it was morning. At some point in the night either George or Frank had tossed a wool blanket over you.

For a few glorious moments, you had thought Bull’s furnace-like chest had been what was keeping you warm. The blanket was a kindness, but an unintentionally cruel one.

After rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you’d gotten yourself ready and packed up to head out.

Bull’s duffle bag seemed to be filled with bricks as you hefted it over your shoulder with your own, and with each stride you took it only became heavier. You knew the protocol- take the deceased’s belongings to CP for redistribution and personal effects collection. 

It felt like defeat, as if you were giving up on him.

Defeat and reality were seeming to become one and the same, these days.

Your throat was so tight by the time you made it to CP you were barely able to explain what you were doing to Lewis, your arm trembling as you held out the pack to him.

The moment Nix had taken it from your hands, tears began to spill from your eyes and for once you did nothing to stop them.

Nixon had been about to say something to you when Perconte rushed in breathlessly with a call of your name, almost forgetting to salute Lewis when he saw him.

“Oh! Sir. Uh, Y/N- there’s, um,  something you should see—”

You glared at him, trying and failing to hide the fact that you’d been crying from your friend.

“I’m in the middle of something, Perco. Can it wait?”

In the distance you could hear the sound of truck engines, and a new anxiety began to blossom in your chest at the idea of leaving Bull behind.

“But, Y/N…” he protested, clearly tongue-tied and overexcited.

“Oh my God, what?!”

“It’s Bull!”

Your blood froze in your veins, sucking in a breath that felt too big for your body.

You could feel your heartbeat behind your eyes as your lungs screamed for more air, but your body was refusing to blink or breathe or move…..

“That’s….no. W-what’re you—?”

The sight of a truck driving toward a group of Easy and Dog soldiers came to a halt, and you swore you say a familiar glimmer of sandy curls standing at least a foot above the group.

 No. There’s no fucking way….

With wide eyes you turn back to Lewis, seeing an equally confused look on his face. 

You barely wait for his nod of dismissal before looking to Frank again.

“C’mon, I’ll—”

You don’t wait for him to finish, sprinting away from them with a single-minded focus on reaching the horribly familiar silhouette of the man you[d begun to mourn.

Bull Bull Bull BULL DENVER BULL!?!?

With no care for decorum or professionalism, you shove people aside and rush through the throng until you violently skid to a halt before Johnny and Hoob.

And Dever fucking Randleman.

A silent sob twists your face, vision doubling as more tears well in your eyes.

It was him. It was him.

When your eyes find his, you force yourself to take a breath.

He’s dirty and scraped and a little bloody but he’s alive and he’s here and—

You throw yourself at him, arms latching around his neck and legs locking around his hips as he catches you easily in his arms.

“Oh my God,” you whisper shakily, shaking like a leaf and clutching at him as if he were the last lifeboat in a storming sea. “Oh my GOD, Den—!”

Bull’s got one arm across your backside and the other is pressing your torso to his as if he means to fuse the two of you together, his heartbeat loud and strong and powerful against your chest as he twists his cold face into your neck and just breathes you in.

You know that Martin is trying to talk to you, that someone else is telling you to take it easy but you can barely hear them through the roaring sound of life returning to your body.

When he sighs your name you swear that you’ve never heard a sound so sweet.

As you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple, you open your eyes and blink your tears away.

Of course, once you clear your eyes, you see the mess of blood staining his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” you gasp, untangling yourself from him in an instant and trying to get out of his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt, you idiot?!”

Bull allows you to unwrap your legs from his waist but refuses to let you go, the arm that had been under your bottom coming up to hold the back of your head lovingly.

A pained yet playful grin breaks across his lips as he eyes you. “Oh, am I?”

You smile stupidly, sniffling at his ridiculous attempt at nonchalance. 

Using his hold on the back of your neck he ducks down and presses a long, meaningful kiss to your lips. You sigh into it, and just as you cup his face in your hands someone clears their throat and you’re reminded that the two of you have an audience.

When you break apart he makes sure to wrap his good arm around your shoulders, and you wince when you catch the looks of surprise being sent your way by the replacements.

Whoops, that was certainly unprofessional….

Bill Guarnere barks a laugh as you shift uncomfortably, slinging his own bag back over his shoulder.

“Shit, if that’s the hello you give to someone who’s been MIA- I’m definitely getting lost more often!”

Martin rolls his eyes, and enough people laugh that some of the tension is broken. 

You turn back to Bull and try to get him to let him show you his shoulder. But Bull has never been an easy man to physically move, especially when moving is something he doesn’t want to do.

This time is no exception.

“Let me see it,” you huff, only to have him smirk and shake his head. “Denver, I could’ve made it worse, I need to make sure—”

“Nah,” he says with a shrug he immediately regrets doing. “How about you kiss it better after Roe gets a look at it, hmm?”

As you open your mouth to reply there is a cry from above that it’s time to get moving, the reminder that there are more pressing matters to attend to shaking you from your anxious worrying.

Because it’s Bull, he hollers for his men to get on the truck as if he had been with them the whole time. 

“I need to go get your stuff, our stuff from CP….”

Bull shakes his head before you’ve finished talking.

“Perco’s got it,” he says with a nod in the man’s direction. “Don’tcha buddy.”

Without waiting for a reply, Bull pulls you along with him towards the trucks, refusing to let you leave his side despite your insistence that Roe needed to take care of him.

Getting into the truck, you help unbutton his shirt so Doc can start cleaning the ragged wound on his shoulder.

Bull brings your knuckles to his lips as the truck begins to move, eyes never leaving your face as he answers Gene’s rapid-fire questions about what had happened in the time Bull had been separated from the group.

“...you lost some blood, how’d you manage not to pass out?”

With a wink in your direction Bull chuckles.

“Considered it, Doc. But then I remembered my missus here was waitn’ and thought better of it.”

You shake your head admonishingly at his explanation.

“You’re really something else, you know that Bull?”

In a move that surprised both you and the Doc, Bull used his grip on your hand to pull you so you were straddling his lap.

“Course I do, Little Lady. I’m yours.”

Well, goddamn.

“Damn right, now shut up and stop flirting.”

The smile he gave you only widened at the command.

“We’ll see, darlin’. We’ll see.”

~ ~ ~ (is it trash? Yes. But is it garbage? Also yes. Love you all and thanks for reading the feels)

taglist: @mrseasycompany​ @itswormtrain​ @mrsalwayswrite​ @happyveday​ @sunsetmando​

#band of brothers imagines #band of brothers x reader #bull randleman x reader #denver randleman x reader #bull randleman imagines

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

How Do You Feel

PART 5 (heads up, this part is pretty angsty compared to the other parts)

Julia never knew the pain of time before that week. The boys had left for Upottery Airfield at the end of the month, leaving her behind with a scattering of staff - mostly females - in Aldbourne. In one fell swoop, Julia had been separated from her boss, best friend, and their family of Easy Company men. She felt purposeless. Each minute of the day was spent either trying to gather any tidbit of information she could or trying to get the time to pass faster.

There was work to be done but there was no urgency to it as all of Aldbourne held their breath waiting for the paratroopers to make their first jump into Europe. Finally, on June 6th, the news of the invasion arrived. The news must have reached them after the men had already landed, Julia thought. All of Julia willed George to be among the paratroopers who made it to the ground. They were separated by roughly 376 miles but it might as well have been another universe. The things he would face were beyond her imagination, but the notion that he hadn’t even made it to the fight was even more unthinkable. Across the channel George’s training was kicking in. As a radioman, he carried more weight than the average rifleman. This responsibility had once been a joke; of course, George Luz was a radioman, he had the largest mouthpiece in the company. In training, it had been a piece of cake. George picked up the shorthand and coded language like it was nothing. But no one had prepared him for what it meant to be the vessel of all communication - or lack there off. No one had prepared him for how helpless it felt listening to officers with thinly veiled panic in their voices shouting for support. No one had prepared him for the desperate feeling of being the one on the radio hoping and praying that the person on the other end understood your request, and would show up for you. Only in the quiet moments at night when it was dark would George allow himself to think of Julia. He didn’t want to associate her face with a bloodied corpse he would inevitably pass. He couldn’t bear to imagine her laugh among the gunfire. In the states, in England, they had shared a paradise and now he was in hell; there was no reconciling the two worlds. The near month in France took everything out of George. It was one thing to be physically exhausted, but his soul was worn down. He was more than aware of how he was seen in the company. He couldn’t let his guard down for the Germans or for his comrades. If the clown stopped smiling how would anyone else know when to smile? Julia anxiously received the few letters George managed to write. By the time they reached her, they were worn from water and the exchange of hands but she was grateful to have them anyways. Each letter she received meant he was still alive. All around her, the staff and ladies of Aldbourne received letters, each one affirmed George’s survival. His death would have been mentioned by someone because everyone knew George Luz, Julia’s George. Leading up to D-Day, George and Julia’s antics had grown beyond subtle. Their intimacy had become an unspoken, accepted fact of life in Aldbourne. Julia’s romance with Chuck was an often forgotten memory. But no one knew what the true nature of their relationship was, including George and Julia. While the troops were in France, Julia’s colleagues awkwardly stumbled across polite inquiries regarding George’s wellbeing. Was he a friend or a romantic partner? Perhaps something more considering their intimate relations. Julia didn’t know, nor really cared how they defined it because in her mind she was simply waiting for her best friend. Her patience was rewarded at the end of the month when a bedraggled Easy Company made their way back to Aldbourne. George trundled along the rain-worn roads of the English countryside in a lorry, Frank Perconte to his left and Buck Compton to his right. He was cracking jokes; though the men were exhausted the adrenaline of relief coursed through them. They had survived D-Day plus some and were back in England to tell their tales. Men chattered excitedly about hot meals, pretty women, and where they would take their leave. It sounded like a coalition was forming in favor of London. That sounded pretty good to George. All he wanted was to get blindingly drunk and cause a lot of mischief with his best friends - excluding Julia. The places and things the soldiers had in mind for London were not appropriate for a lady, even George’s easy-going, tough-as-nails Julia. George spotted Julia immediately as his lorry rolled onto the base. She was dressed in civilian clothes, a bright yellow dress that had to be new. He had never seen her in it before and he would have remembered if he had because she shone like a ray of sunshine. George swung his body out of the truck, throwing his rucksack on his back. Julia stood at the center of a group of women, half in uniforms, half in civilian clothes. She searched the crowd of incoming soldiers for George. As soon as she spotted him she rushed towards him, flinging her body into his arms when they met. “You’re back,” Julia sighed a deep sigh of relief. George gripped her tightly, “thanks for waiting.” Julia stepped back from him with a wide smile, the beginning of tears formed in her eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” George said lightly, “none of that. Don’t go soft on me now!” Julia laughed, a sound that caused George’s heart to soar. She wiped the tears away with a smile, “I’m just so glad you’re back! Now I’ll save some money on postage.” “Pretty sure you get the same military allowance I do,” George said, “by the way, I love the dress!” “Yeah?” Julia twirled on the spot, “your favorite color.” George tried to keep his smile cool. Yeah, she was his best friend, of course, she knew his favorite color. But something warmed his heart to think she took his preference into consideration when she purchased it. “Great for summer,” he said. The first days of his return were spent in bliss. George thanked all of his lucky stars each day for returning him to his paradise. Winters wasn’t about to let the men slip; he had training exercises and calisthenics planned for each day. But George found himself with more free time than before D-Day and he easily slipped back into his routine of visiting Julia both during the day and at night. The men were granted one week off and the majority of Easy Company decided to go to London. Winters warned them that they were still paratroopers, they needed to maintain the dignity of their uniforms. His words were of no consequence because a new energy had grown in each surviving man. There was a new wildness about them, a vivaciousness that could only be satisfied by debauchery. It was only in George’s nature to lead the charge, along with Bill Guarnere, John Martin, Floyd Talbert, Don Malarkey, Joe Toye, and the other gambling-fan, oversexed paratroopers. To say the least, the week in London was wild. Gambling and drinking ran rampant as relieved soldiers from across England filtered into the city. Money, alcohol, and women kept the men busy and got them into trouble. Headlines in the paper joked that the American’s had done more damage to the city than the blitz. One evening when George was particularly drunk he followed Bill and Joe into a particularly seedy bar near Piccadilly Circus. Bill introduced him and Joe to a few women he had met the previous night. George felt reckless with the alcohol coursing through his veins so when the thought of Julia crept into his mind he had no regard to how their relationship had evolved over the last few months. More importantly, he disregarded rule number five. George didn’t wear a condom that night, a realization he had when he woke up in a panic at 7 am the next day in a stranger's bed. George didn’t say anything about the week to Julia when he returned. He brushed off her questions with short answers about how it was fun and a great time with the guys. Rumors swirled around Aldbourne about how raucous of a time the men had had. The non-specific gossip only made Julia smile and shake her head. The boys deserved a fun time, she thought. It was perfectly understandable that they had wanted to blow off some steam. But the energy changed between her and George when he returned from London. The honeymoon period that had experienced upon his arrival was over and George suddenly felt like a foreigner to her. He was himself, but different. There was an edge to him that hadn’t been there before. It was faint, just a whisper in his eyes when he told a joke, but Julia could sense it. He was still quick to laugh but there was an occasional bitterness to it. As a couple, they grew more reckless. Not in their playful disregard for subtly but in their intimacy. They had been diligently safe before D-Day but since George’s return, there were more and more instances of not using protection. Whenever paranoia crept into George’s mind the reckless monster that had latched onto him since coming back reared its ugly head. Fuck it. He thought. He didn’t care. In turn, Julia found herself lacking the energy to remind him. In the moments they shared she was so desperate to connect with him that she ached for the closeness of his raw body. “George?” Julia whispered. There was no answer. Maybe he was asleep, she thought. They had only finished having sex a few moments ago but when Julia returned from cleaning up George was turned away from her. She gently placed a palm on his back. The smallest connection. On the other side of the bed, George was awake, starring into the darkness. He wanted nothing more than to roll over into her arms but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Any clear thought refused to form in his brain. He barely noticed the heavy wetness forming in his eyes as he searched the wall for the strength to return to his former self. In France, the nights had offered the greatest respite. But in Aldbourne, it was the days that George preferred. The days meant comfortable routine, people to laugh and joke with, and sunshine without shrapnel raining down. At night George couldn’t see anything except for scenes of destruction painted on the back of his eyelids. “How did you feel about your competition?” Floyd Talbert teased Julia one day at lunch. “What?” Julia asked innocently biting into an apple. George squirmed down on the bench beside her. “What’re we talkin’ about?” he asked.



“Apparently I’ve got some competition,” Julia smiled playfully at George but there was a hesitance in her eyes. George’s stomach clenched. It wasn’t as if he was forbidden to be with other women. For all intents and purposes, nothing had changed regarding their agreement and Julia understood that. George’s guilt came from the uncertainty of whether or not he had contracted anything from his lustful night in London. It was a thought he had had a few times since reuniting with Julia but his reckless monster always tamped down the guilt. “Is that so?” George deflected as he pushed the food around on his tray. “Don’t worry Jules,” Floyd reassured her, “you’ve got his heart. He had to pay for it!” “Actually, we covered it,” Joe Toye grumbled from down the table. “Ol' George couldn’t locate his wallet,” Bill chortled from beside Joe, “it’s alright, we told him he gets to cover us next time we go.” Julia chuckled along with the men’s laughs but George didn’t miss the flint-like look in her eyes. “Paid for it, George?” Julia didn’t wait long to ask. She cornered him soon as they exited the mess hall. “Look, it was just a bit of fun,” George said calmly. “George, sleeping with women in town is one thing but a prostitute,” Julia hissed. “I didn’t know they were prostitutes!” George held his hands up in defense. Julia narrowed her eyes at him, “I have a hard time believing that.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s my business. That was our agreement.” Julia’s mouth tightened into a thin line, “did you at least use protection?”



“What kind of question is that?”



“I have to ask, I’m sorry. I know it’s your business but with how irresponsible we’ve been lately I want to make sure - with a prostitute… they’re at much higher risk for disease.” “That’s not only my fault we haven’t been using protection, you could also remind-,” “George, you’re not answering my question.” Julia had her arms crossed across her chest, a desperate look was growing in her eyes. “I don’t have anything. No lumps, no bumps, nothing,” George said. “So you didn’t use a condom?” Julia raised her eyebrows. “No. I-I don’t know!” George said quickly. Julia’s face filled with thunder, “how do you not remember?” “I was drunk.” “I’ve seen you drunk. Even when you’re drunk off your ass you're coherent enough to remember if you used a condom or not!” “Jules-,”



“Answer the question, George!” Julia was nearly shouting now. “No.” Julia wanted to cry, from anger or from the hurt she didn’t know. George hung his head in shame. “Okay,” Julia did her best to keep her voice level, “thank you for being honest. But this,” she gestured between them, “is done.” Julia walked down the road towards her office. “Julia!” George stumbled after her, “Julia, no, I didn’t do anything wrong!” “George you broke rule number five! No bringing anything back!” “I didn’t bring anything back! I told you I don’t have-,”


Julia whirled on him, “even if there are no lumps, bumps, or whatever who knows what you could be carrying! And that doesn’t even matter because we were together as soon as you got back from London before you would have known if your dick was all bumpy!” she gestured angrily at him. “You betrayed my trust, George! This makes me feel unsafe.”


A knot formed in George’s throat at her words. “Jules, I-,” “Just,” Julia sighed and held her hands up in exasperation, “leave me alone. Give me some space.” George watched helplessly as Julia walked back to headquarters. He wanted to be angry with her, she was over-reacting, he thought. Just wait until he told Perco about how irrational she was being, Frank would take his side. But really, George felt terrible. His rational brain realized how much he had messed up. By the grace of God, he had been returned to his paradise only to burn it down with his own stupidity.

#band of brothers #hbo band of brothers #george luz #fanfiction #how do you feel #angst #heartbreak #original character #george luz x oc #george luz x original character #oc #luz

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Thoughts on Agony of a witch (Spoiler warning! (Duh))

Oh boy I was doubting this series’s before but not anymore! This episodes is easily the best in the season. Grom doesn’t have shit on this episode! Everything was just great about AOAW, the music, the suspense, the action, the story, the animation, it was all wonderful!

- for one, Hooty is damn creepy when he fights not only does he effortlessly kick the emperors covens ass (you’d think they’d be more powerful than this but whatever) but he has a tea party with their unconscious bodies after. That was an interesting (& creepy) choice & it has me curious if Eda created him or not. We need a hooty backstory.

- Eda’s curse is getting worse and after episodes of not mentioning it they finally acknowledge how bad it’s getting & how Eda needs more potions or a higher dosage to barely keep it under control KEY WORD “BARELY”. It does remind me of when my aunt had cancer and her chemotherapy stopped working they had to higher the dosage. Good job on finally talking about it.

- When Luz leaves I do like how Eda & King reflect on how the “vibe” of the house changed when Luz showed up & how King thought they were gonna eat her (I guess it confirms witches do eat human kids)I am picking up a familia love from Eda & King so now we have the found family trope (Which I love). I thought it was cute when Eda decided to make a cape as a sign of gratitude & how it sets up how important this cape is when Eda talks about the material it’s made out of.

- Luz’s class is going on the field trip to the emperors coven but isn’t Bump the principal not a teacher?At my school whenever we had a field-trip it was the Teachers that went with us not the principal, Bump didn’t even play a big role so they could have swapped him out for a Teacher & nothing would change.

- Amity’s leg is still broken so she can’t attend the field-trip, which I thought was a good idea she didn’t go. I feel like the writers would try to force in more Lumity moments and it would distract from the plot. I do like Lumity but if Amity was there then fans would focus on that rather than the story & the last two episode were Amity focused so she wasn’t needed in this episode. Smart move from the writers, maybe if her legs heals next episode she could be there but idk.

- Now while Luz was thinking about stealing the healing hat I was a bit conflicted on it. I don’t like how the show is telling viewers it’s okay to steal but In Luz’s case it’s for a good cause, she wanted the hat so she could heal Eda’s curse. It’s like those cases you hear of people stealing groceries to feed their families, I felt the same here. Yeah stealing is bad but if it’s for saving someone you love is it really that bad? Idk if the writers wanted us to be conflicted over that dilemma but they succeeded.

- “Good luck with puberty” I laughed when Lilith said that, can’t believe Disney let that slip in.

- I have to say I do like the lore we get in this episode. Emperor Belos established the coven system 50 years ago to “honor the titan” which is the boiling Isles where they might get their magic from, before that witches were doing wild magic in what was called “the savages ages” it’s setting up more lore about the emperor like how did he rise to power? Who was he before? What were these “savage ages” like? If it was 50 years ago then there still are witches & demons that were alive in the savage age & they could tells us what life was like before. It also means Emperor Belos is 70+ years old. I’m just saying a human could live that long. 👀

- Now emperor Belos, wow his designs looks cool as hell, his voice is amazing too, it’s kinda sinister yet soothing at same times. As shown, it looks like he’s in a weakened state, he has to take these weird bird glowing green slime thing to have energy. We don’t know why or how he got like that, but it seems like he wants to Capture Eda so she doesn’t try to overthrow him since he’s weak. In fact, that might be the reason for the coven system, if he limits their magic then they aren’t strong enough to overthrow him. We only saw him for a bit but he gave a good impression when Luz said that no one will know about her stealing the hat we hear Belos voice echo: “ I will know” in the most bone chilling voice ever! The crew did a great job on him! Tho one thing I noticed is why is every big villain always in a weakened state? Darth Vader, Hordak, Aaravos, Zarkon, every anime villain. I just noticed this trope is overused, but I hope we can see Belos at his strongest and see how powerful he is. I have high hopes for him!

-Lilith discovers Luz is there & decides to use her as a decoy to lure in Eda. Which she succeeds when Eda goes there all angry for daring to drag Luz into her issues. I love how Eda doesn’t even try to stay calm she just straight up attacks Lilith & you can feel her angry.

- Speaking of that fight, best fight in the series thus far! The animation, the spells, the music, the raw emotion, it was all down great! It does remind me of a DBZ style of fighting when they’re moving so fast that your eyes can’t catch up & their magic surrounding them like Eda went super Sayion, I’m not complaining I like those kinds of fight & The intensity you feel in the fight is overwhelming. Luz’s life is at stake and Lilith even uses her as a human shield. She knows how much Luz means to Eda & was willing to kill her. Hell, she even threw Luz toward the spikes and Eda had to save her, then they both struggle with Eda trying to lift her up & Lilith trying to press her against the spikes & then Eda slowly turns into a monster THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE A FIGHT (takes notes she ra)

- Now the biggest bomb drop in the series. IT WAS LILITH WHO CURSED EDA. she blurted it out in a rage of jealousy it seems. They were insulting each other on how one is better than the other. Then when Lilith says “THEN WHY WERE SO EASY TO CURSE?!” My jaw dropped, I suspected they would tell us but not this episode, you see can see the hurt & betrayal in her eyes when it was her own sister who cursed her. Like ouch. From what I suspected is that Lilith was jealous of Eda from what their exchanges told us. But why was she jealous of Eda? Friends? Magic capabilities? Power? Maybe fighting over a crush? What? Whatever the reason is does not excuse doing that to your sister and your YOUNGER SISTER AT THAT. Goodness & I thought Edric and Emira took it too far with the diary thing. I’m officially part of the hate Lilith club. Idc what you do but hurting your sibling like that is the worst thing you can do to them, just imagined how much Eda suffered for DECADES with this curse. No redemption can fix that. But boy do they need Family therapy or just punch it out that works too.

- I loved it when Eda went into rage mode when she found out it was Lilith who cursed her. Her own sister. Like damn that has to hurt knowing your own family did that to you. She deserved to beat Lilith to a bloody pulp & I’m happy she didn’t even bother to listen to Lilith she just wanted to attack her & I don’t blame her one bit.

- Ugh the scene where the curse overtakes Eda was a heart wrenching one. She knows she slipping away and tells Luz to take care of King & Hooty & to stay safe before she slips away. When Lilith told Luz that Eda is with her true family made me want to punch her more than Amity’s parents. You feel how helpless Luz felt & I hope they work towards her character with that feeling because Luz is happy go lucky & seeing her in despair makes for great character development.

- it kind of reminds me of when Queen Angella sacrifices herself In season 3 but I hated how they never acknowledged it since season 4 & she doesn’t even return by the end season 5, they pretty much forgot about her. We know for sure Luz will never leave Eda behind & will go save her.

- So we know Luz will go back to save her cuz we do see her wearing the cape Eda made her in the promo. Also we have 1 episode left so we know she’s gonna attempt a rescue mission for Eda but will she succeed? She’s up against the emperors coven! She’s gotta pull all her cards on the table & team up with her friends.

- A witch loses a true way. It could refer to Lilith officially turning to the dark side or Eda being lost in her curse even into season 2. Knowing Disney, they will give us a happy ending cuz it’s Disney but I will be pleasantly surprised if Luz fails to save Eda by the next episode.

- One last thing, I like the credits had no music, just silence. It reminds me of in full metal alchemist whenever a character dies the credit are always silent. I guess it’s meant to represent despair in a way? Or change? Yeah it think it’s change.

- This is why shows should focus on the plot because when you do, it delivers for some great storytelling & this episode surpasses all of the episodes combined. when you focus on the story & lore & characters it makes for great emotional impact of an episode and I hope Dana and the crew continues to do this. This show has so much going for it & people who only watch a show for a ship are clowns because this is what you’re missing out on. an amazing story. I applause Dana & the crew for this episode, really outdid yourselves!

- Overall 9.7/10 it was phenomenal!

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #owl house #eda clawthorne #willow park #gus owl house #toh spoilers #toh #toh hooty #king the owl house #lilith clawthorne #emperor belos #Emperor coven #agony of a witch

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 4 Part 3

Hello all, once again, I have returned with more of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

King grumbled as he stomped off to read Luz’s gracious gift to her ruler in peace. Seriously, what was the big issue anyway? So the girl had to start all over, big deal! People have to do that everyday, all the time. She was lucky she had someone as understanding and gracious as Luz willing to abandon their personal pursuits to accommodate her.

“Hmmphh! As the King of Demons, I would never stoop to such pitiful despair!” He boldly proclaimed, conveniently ignoring the multiple times he has, in fact, given in to despair, and often for much sillier reasons than an existential crisis. But, then again, he is a King, it is only natural that the pettiest of his woes are beyond the frustrations of an underling!! ...Except for Luz, her woes were most definitely something to be taken seriously. After all, SHE gave her ruler the respect he richly deserved. “Now, what chapter did I leave off on?”

As King flipped through the book, he carefully practiced some of the diagrams on how to perform this voice based Sound Magic; he drew the magic from his core, allowing it to circulate through his body, then slowly fed it into a cycling formation in his throat, pooling into a bubble-like shape, or that’s how he pictured the result in his mind, and how it physically felt, as if he had a little bubble in his throat. Slowly breathing in, and breathing out, he focused on how the bubble expanded and contracted in response to his breaths; that was something the book mentioned a practitioner should take care to control to some extent. He didn’t understand at first, but when he got a better look at the warning instruction, it made a bit more sense, as his ability to control the shape and size of his bubble of magic would better help him control the result!!...Or that’s what he got from the book at any rate.

To be honest with himself, King found the book pretty difficult to understand; while he did manage to glean some information from the actual words, he was mostly going off the diagrams, and the paragraphs connected to them. He really hoped this worked. What Luz could do, that Light-based Magic of hers, it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Luz was his friend, even more than she was his subject. Sure, she was snarky, disinterested, and had a mean sense of humor sometimes, but she respected him, treated him like a person instead of a toy or a baby. She made him feel… big. If he could master this gift from her… maybe he could start repaying some of that feeling. A King must never let themselves be held to debts!!

“Hey King!” Luz's voice rang out, grabbing the young demon’s attention. “Boscha and I are gonna train! You want to join in!?”

King’s heart leapt at being included, though he quickly tamped it down so as to not influence his decision-making. “Hmph! As if you peons could get anything done without my presence!! Count me in!”

Boscha grit her teeth, ignoring the building annoyance as best she could. When she recalled that day when her whole world changed, she would admit that most of her recollection was occupied by the sheer awe she felt at seeing Luz’s power, her magic, in action. What she didn’t recall, however…

“As the King of Demons, surely I must demonstrate my skills first!” The adorable menace before her shrieked, Luz looking on indulgently.

-Was how absolutely ANNOYING the little demon that was with Luz that day actually was! ...To be fair, she only met him for a short time, and she was mostly concerned with fussing over how utterly adorable he was. She literally never got the chance to see just how much of a pompous menace he was!! If she was being honest with herself, he reminded her of how she was herself for most of her life; loud, aggressive, self-deluded, and utterly demanding of respect and compliance, no matter how ridiculous the reasoning was. 

The only difference was that she had actual authority and respect to leverage, and influence over others, and far less experience with consequences in regards to her actions, whereas he had essentially no power or authority beyond his own delusions, and was regularly subjected to consequences, even if they didn’t phase him. Boscha internally composed a list of people she’d have to apologize to at some point for being such a brat if she was even half as difficult as this guy.

“Alright, King,” Luz said calmly, gesturing to the area before them, a wide open space in the basement, the path opened by that *Shudder* house demon from before. “Show me what you’ve managed to get down, okay?”

“With pleasure.” The little menace stated. Walking out for about 10 feet, before stopping. Spreading his legs for balance, the demon took a deep breath, almost exaggeratedly deep, before speaking loudly and clearly. “Sound Magic: Demon King’s Rocking Roar!” With an explosive burst, a solid mass of sound screamed across the length of the impromptu training room. Boscha clutched her head as the sheer loudness ripped through her head, her ears ringing in agony at the bleedingly loud volume. How was his little body creating such a huge noise!? Fighting the urge to screw her eyes shut from the pain, Boscha blearily focused on the sight before her; a clear, drill-like structure punching into the far wall, originating from the little demon’s head, the whole thing being three times his height in all directions.

“HOW IS HE DOING THAT!?” Boscha shouted to Luz, who was similarly clutching her head, albeit not as tightly as Boscha herself. Was it not as loud to her for some reason?

“I CAN’T SAY FOR CERTAIN, BUT I THINK HE’S AMPLIFYING THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE AND SHAPING IT INTO PHYSICAL STRUCTURES TO ATTACK!! HE REALLY IS DOING A LOT BETTER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD!!” Luz yelled back. As King finally, blissfully, cut off, the two collapsed to the ground, sighing in relief at the mercy granted to their ears.

“So, was that a feat worthy of a King, or what!?” King cockily demanded, preening at his accomplishments. Boscha was willing to admit, however grudgingly, the spell was impressive. It was big, flashy, and, if the way King was subtly panting was anything to go off of, draining as hell, but it was also powerful, loud, and disorienting. Boscha genuinely dreaded the idea of getting hit with a spell like that in the future, especially with her seemingly heightened hearing.

“Yeah!” Luz said, just a little too loudly, before clapping her hands on her ears, and speaking in a more even tone of voice. “That sure was something King! I almost can’t believe you figured out how to cast a proper spell that fast.”

“Hmph, such a feat is nothing to the King of Demons!” King said as he posed gleefully at the praise he received. However, he quickly calmed down, a slightly nervous look on his face. “So, do you think there’s anything I need to work on?”

“Oh plenty,” Luz bluntly replied, prompting King to stare down at the floor and mope. “But that can wait until we get Boscha tested.”

Boscha gulped, feeling nervous. She intimately remembered what had happened the Last time she cast magic, and she wasn’t eager to try again. Nonetheless, her coach was requesting a demonstration. Better to get it over with. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, beginning to trace a circle-

“Hold it!”

-Only to stop at Luz’s interruption. “What?” Boscha sighed, hoping they took it as a sign of irritation as opposed to relief.

“I need to record this.” Luz said simply, setting up some sort of rectangular piece of flat crystal paired to another. “And… ready! You can start now!”

Boscha sighed, not understanding what was going on but hoping that it could actually help. She really didn’t want to blow up.

“Oh wait!” Luz piped up, interrupting the beginning of Boscha’s casting again. “I think I have an idea that might help, maybe. When you’ve been practising, have you been using a spell you are very familiar with, or one that’s basic?”

Boscha blinked, slightly confused at the line of questioning. “One I’m familiar with, a fireball spell. Why do you ask?”

Luz smiled. “Well, it occurred to me that you might have slightly better odds if you try a basic or simple spell as a way to start. Something that doesn’t take a lot of effort to do, you know? Try and do this using the most simple spell you can think of!” She offered.

Boscha turned the idea over in her head; she couldn’t really see anything wrong with the idea, and since her biggest problem was her control at the moment, maybe starting small was a better idea. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Bracing herself to move, Boscha slowly traced a circle for the absolutely simplest spell she could think of; the light spell. Not to riff on her coach’s preferred element, but the Light Spell was the absolute most basic spell kids on the Isles learned, but considering most spells just did one thing or had a simple function, she supposed it made sense that a spell meant to create light wouldn’t have a lot of flexibility to it, not like Luz’s crafts.

As she completed the spell, Boscha held her breath as the circle flickered and shuddered in the air. ‘Don’t explode.’ She pleaded in her mind. ‘By the Titan, please don’t explode!’

The spell flickered, shuddered… and transformed into a ball of light. It was small, delicate, almost innocent. Boscha had never been happier to perform the most basic of magic. “I did it.” She muttered to herself. “Did you see that, I did it!” She cheered, a wide goofy grin flashing across her face as she cupped the spell in her hands. As she noticed the amused grins sported by Luz and King, she flushed, and tucked the spell behind her back, glancing at anywhere but them. “I-I mean, so, yeah, I did it. That’s… that’s cool.” Boscha felt a little bit of her self respect die inside.

Luz cupped her face as she mentally tallied everything she had seen. Honestly, the two were good, if noticeably amateurish in their own ways. King was a literal amateur, having only just learned the magic he had demonstrated (Her ears were still ringing!), but he had enthusiasm and a surprisingly large amount of Magical Power to call upon, particularly for his size; if he could work on his stamina and physical fitness, along with some general practice to hone his abilities and find some new applications for his magic, he could easily become a powerhouse in time. Boscha had a rather different problem.

Luz sighed, knowing this was partially her own fault, even if it was unavoidable at the time. Boscha’s skills were… unusual, as she seemed to have literally regressed in skill. Her previous abilities had been nothing to write home about, being mainly powerful by the standards of the Isles and highly orthodox, but she was noticeably practiced. Now…

*BOOM!* “DANG IT!”

Luz winced at the sound of Another explosion going off as Boscha and King sparred. Boscha’s control had been utterly shot; every spell she cast had a painfully high rate of failure, and the unfortunate tendency to detonate as a result. Her only spell that didn’t seem to have any failure rate was the Light Spell, so she could cast it reliably, but it was literally a floating ball of light, not much combat application to that beyond a very short range diversion or distraction. Still, the fact that she was now actively trying to cast spells and some of them were working had massively bolstered Boscha’s confidence. There was just one problem… Luz wasn’t doing anything!! 

She was supposed to be a teacher, and her alleged students were actively figuring things out on their own, no input from her needed! It was humiliating! The fact that they hadn’t noticed made it even worse! What was she even doing? Sighing to herself, Luz wallowed in self-pity, much to her own disgust. Ah well, at least she could review the footage from Boscha’s test. As she slowed down the footage, trying to figure out the spell structure with so little input, all she had was a circle and Witches apparently compressed the entire spellform into that little ring. It was maddening to figure out how it worked. A Bile-Sack had been mentioned several times before, and while her morbid side was definitely interested, she needed to pace these things.

‘Wait a minute…’ Luz thought, catching sight of something in the footage. ‘Is that… a symbol?’ She slowed the footage down to a stand-still, at the precise moment Boscha completed the circle. And there it was. A symbol floating in the center. She took out her notebook, slowly copied it, and stashed it away. This was definitely something to look into.

As she finished, Luz turned back to the fight. Well, if you could properly call it that. It mostly consisted of Boscha trying to get in close and cast a spell, which usually backfired, and King running away to give himself some range to launch his own spell, which took just a shade too much time for him to pull off before Boscha closed in. Oh sure, King had managed it two or three times, but each time he pulled it off left him vulnerable to an irate Boscha’s counterattack. 

Luz groaned internally. This hadn’t been what she’d intended when she proposed a training session. She thought it would be like the good old days back with Teach; throwing spells at her eager students faster than they could process while they desperately ducked and dodged, before they spotted an opening to counterattack, which she would block, and start the process all over again. But ~NO~, she had to have a conscience. Stupid conscience, always talking her out of fun stuff. Still, she had to admit they were making some progress, and this would give her good experience for when she had to do it for real when she went back to Hexside officially.

She grinned cheekily, before frowning. Boscha was only using her old spells, and avoiding her Devil Slayer Magic. On the one hand, it could be said that she was focusing on rebuilding her foundation, which was smart. But… that wasn’t the actual reason. Boscha was afraid of her flames. Every time Luz tried to broach the subject, Boscha gained a wild, panicked look, almost seconds away from bolting, forcing Luz to backpedal. She sighed. Boscha could run for now, but she couldn’t ignore what had happened forever. No matter how much it hurt, the past was always going to be a part of you. Her arm and back throbbed in sympathy.

Eda groaned, painfully dragging herself out of her nest. Woozily, she pulled herself to her feet, looking for her potion. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to forget taking it, and when she had a new tenant, King, and a guest in the house! As she rushed for her closet, she tripped, crashing to the ground. Lightning crashed outside, illuminating the feathers popping up along her arms, and the curved talons forming on her fingers.

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[marvelmymarvel]

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Synopsis: Joe got jealous very easily and to you it was embarrassing. But when a girl hits on him in a bar, Joe likes what he sees.

Aldbourne had been fun for the most part. Bars were the company's escape, especially when Sobel didn't revoke their passes. But for one person, it meant something else.

Being jealous.

That was you, of course. However, Joe never saw it because you tried hard not to show it. But there was this one stupid brunette who could never seem to keep her paws off him, and luckily for her, Joe pushed her away before you could get a chance to pull her stupid braids out of her head. Like clockwork, the brunette would come over to him, ask him to buy her a drink, run her hand up his chest and just like that he would have her off him in seconds. 

But you saw it every time. Tonight was no different.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her Luz” you growled out as you watched the same brunette sauntering over to Joe, her skirt was pulled up higher than before and for being in the 1940s, she was being very promiscuous. “You could actually kill her... So please don't” Luz begged you but the minute you saw her hand touch his arm, you were off. Luz tried to reach out for you but you were set on one thing.

Death.

Coming up, you could see Joe’s uncomfortable face as he tried to push her off, but she grabbed on tighter claiming that she was what he wanted. Joe’s eyes widened at the sight of you, scared you were thinking he was trying to make moves on other girls who weren't you. But you didn't scold him. Instead, you tapped her shoulder with a force that caused her to move forward. “Excuse you!” she snapped as she turned around with both hands on her hips.

“Yeah, you’re excused. Don't touch him” you snarled out as you matched her pose, you hoped words would be enough, but the dark chuckle that flew from her lips lit a fire deep within you. She had no idea who she was messing with. “Why? It's not like you of all people are his, and if that was the case, well then he deserves better anyway- AH” with a rip at her braid, her words were cut short as she was yanked to the floor. Her head made a sickening slam on the wood floor as you straddled her waist and laid into her. “DONT. FUCKING. TOUCH. HIM.” you screamed with each punch but your relentless beating didn't last long. Joe hauled you up and towards the door all while you were kicking and screaming that she would be dead meat if she touched him again. 

Throwing you out the door with him, your breathing became ragged as he backed you into the wall, restraining you so you wouldn't go back in there. All you saw was red, but once you heard his voice telling you to calm down, other colors began to return. Joe’s eyes were wide since he had just witnessed a side of you that he had never seen before, but he knew one thing for sure.

It was hot. 

“Listen” he stated firmly as he grabbed your cheeks with his hands. You had no bruises on your skin but that brunette certainly would. “I’m sorry” you cut him off before he could even start his tangent, you felt like such a fool. A pitiful, little girl who didn't deserve the man standing in front of her. You closed your eyes, scared that he was going to leave, but he just chuckled.

Opening an eye, you saw him smiling dorkily at you. “That was the absolute hottest thing I have ever seen you do... You getting jealous?! That was a sight I could get off too”. His words made your face heat up as you tried to hide your cheeks in his shoulder, only making him laugh harder as he felt the burn of them against his exposed neck. “It wasn’t that hot” you grumbled out, still feeling the effects of the anger coursing through your body. He was silent as his hands ran up and down your back soothingly, he knew you hated getting angry and while it was hot, he didn't want you to do it again, for your own sake. “I’m flattered sweetheart... But just so you know” he began as he leaned into your ear.

“You’re the only girl I have my eyes on”.

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[god-save-the-keen]

The afterward

Book: Mother of the year

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Tara)

Summary: Thomas leave the bar after their first kiss, how the things are going to be?

Warning: angst (with a kinda of happy ending) / fluff

Words: 2.168

Note: I'm not a lawyer so maybe the tiny legal part I putted it's bullshit 🤣 Also, English it's not my first language, sorry if it's something off or wrong here.

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He sit in his car and drove a few blocks, stopping in front of a park. His elbows in the wheel and his head in his hands. Why? Why he had to kiss her? He told her he needed more time, so why he did that? He knew she liked him, she already told him that, so why he couldn't resist a little more and do the things right, like she deserves? How he could be so selfish to kiss her and leave her, probably hurting her, when she was so scared of losing Rory? His hand hit the wheel hard before he sigh and lean against the seat. Tara probably hated him.

He liked her, a lot and he adored Rory as well, he wanted the best for them and he wanted to destroy Guy and Vanessa for make her go through this hell but he wasn't sure how handle what he felt for her. Every time she smiled, touched him, he heard her laugh, his heart stopped, he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her like no one ever did. Exactly like he just did. But… was he ready to move on, completely? Soledad was with him the most part of his life and when she died, he still loved her like the first day. And Luz. He knew Luz liked Tara as well and god knows how much Luz and Rory adores each other, but… how she would take a new relationship? He didn't wants she felt he was replacing Soledad, no one could never do that.

Tara told him once she would waiting him… But for how long? She was a smart, funny, beautiful woman, he could see how Eiko look at her and she had mentioned a neighbor, some guy called Levi that went with her to her first summons, what if she decide it was enough waiting and chose someone else? His heart aches at that thought. He turned on the car and drove back to his office.

He tried to focus in the cases he was working on. He read some statements, saw a couple of videos that another lawyer sent him and had a meeting with a possible new client. However, every time he had a free minute, his mind returned to her. Tara, and her smile when she saw him. Tara, with that t-shirt showing her belly. Tara, looking at him while he took off his shirt. Tara, with her lips on his. Tara, and her eyes telling him how heartbreaking she felt when he pushed her away.

Hours later, his torturously slow day ended, late. He took his briefcase and phone. Before go out he opened the conversation with Tara, should he text her? Or maybe call her? And said what? Sorry for the kiss? That not only sounds horrible but also it would make her feel worse. He felt how much she wanted to kiss him and tell her that, not only would break her heart it will also kill any chance he still got to be with her. If there was still any. He putted the phone in his pocket and drove back home.

He found Luz in the kitchen island doing her homework with Fanny, her nanny. He kissed her daughter head, change his clothes and return to the kitchen.

"How was you day, Lulu?"

"Fine, but I missed Rory in the last period, her dad went for her early." He took her from school early? That wasn't part of the deal. "I saw him today in the school. I don't like him, he treated Rory's mom bad and he didn't believed Rory that August broke her rocket on purpose" She said, frowning.

"Yeah, I don't like him either, sweetie. Fanny, you want we give you a ride to home?"

"No! Wait!" Luz said, panicked. "She is helping me with math! I have a test tomorrow and I don't understand it!" Thomas looked at her.

"It's okay, Mr Mendez, I can stay until she understand it, I don't have classes tomorrow." Mr Mendez was her favorite client, he always treat her with respect and he loved her daughter.

"In that case, how about a pizzas?" He asked. He went to the fridge and remember the day Tara helped him with the braid for Luz, how close they were to kiss if Luz haven't entered the kitchen. He sigh. He needed to talk to her and fix the things, he couldn't lose her. He wanted to be with her, he just didn't know how.

"Dad! Your phone is ringing!" Luz said walking through him, looking at the screen. "It's Rory's mom"

He took it and answer the call while Luz returned with Fanny.

"Hi Tara" Thomas said, awkward. He didn't know if he should treat her like always or directly apologize for how he leave the bar.

"Hi Thomas" She said, sounded tired and sad, her voices lower than normal.

"You okay?" Of course she wasn't okay, she not only was dealing with the custody battle but also with him, he thought with guilt.

"I… Can you came over, if you can? Please? It's important"

"Tara, if this is about today I--"

"No, it's not about that. It's about my case, can you?"

"On my way"

"Thank you" And she cut the call.

"Fanny, I need to check on with someone urgently, can you stay? I'll paid you the double and I'll take you home after."

"There's no need for that Mr. Mendez, I'll stay as long as you need, besides this young lady need to learn this equations for tomorrow."

"Thank you." He took his keys and kiss Luz in the cheek. "Pay attention to Fanny, Luz. Call me if you need anything, I'll be back as soon as I can"

He was knocking her door ten minutes later. When she opened, a guy was inside, sitting in the couch. He stand up and walk through the door, looking at Thomas resentment.

"Thomas, hi" Tara said. She didn't tried to hugged him like she used to do or smiled at him, she was just.. sad. Every part of her body conveyed sadness. "This is Levi, my neighbor. And he's Thomas, Rory's best friend dad and my lawyer" Just her lawyer? Thomas thought with an ached in his heart. He couldn't blame her.

"I'll let you both to talk" Levi said, looking at Tara. "Knock if you need anything" He said taking her arm softly, giving it a little squeeze. A rush of jealousy ran through Thomas's body.

"Thank you, Levi." She smiled at him, he left and Thomas went in. She was wearing a motorcycle jacket, like she just arrived home.

"Thanks for coming" She said, sitting in the couch. " Sorry to bother you--"

"You never bother me" He said sitting beside her. "At contrary"

"I'm not so sure about that" She said with a tiny sad smile and he felt a stab of guilt. "It just, I'm so lost right now." She hugged herself and a few tears fall from her eyes. He started to caressed her back softly, trying to calm her. He noticed something weird in the apartment, it was to quiet and Rory's bedroom door was open, empty.

"Tara… Where's Rory?" He could guess the probably answer to that question and his blood started to boil.

"She is with Guy." Tears continued falling and he hugged her by the shoulders. "I went a little more late to his stupid hotel, I had to go to a rocket things shop in the otro side of the city first, and he already putted her in bed. He didn't let me see her or even give her the stuff she needs for the project. He just took the box out of my hands, closed the door in my face and said that he is going to use this against me"

"You are telling me… that- that piece of shit… didn't give you back you daughter, even when it was previously agreed?" During a second, he forgot he was a lawyer, he forgot she needed his academic side, he forgot all the logical reasoning, for just one second he was a pissed off man wanting to punch another guy in the face. She nodded, looking at him surprised, she had never hear Thomas this angry or swearing like that.

"Okay, you have some witnesses about the shop?" He asked returning to what she needed, a very good and furious lawyer.

"Yeah, I got the call of the guy letting me know he had the pieces, the receive of the shop, I think he had cameras in the shop, I texted Guy to letting know I was a little late, he said he never received it, and Eiko drove me there in her motorcycle." That explained the jacket. Another jealousy rage ran through his body.

"Good, that it's enough to prove you were doing something important for your daughter." He looked at her, so broken, he wanted to sit her in his lap and hugged her all night if it was necessary. But he couldn't, and he was the only one to blame. "I know it's your apartment but… can I make you a tea? It would help you to relax"

"If you sure" she said and told him were find the things. A few minutes later, he sit beside her with two cups of tea. "Thank you" She grabbed one of the cups and took a tiny sip. "And thank to continue with my case" She was looking at her cup, avoiding his eyes.

"Why I wouldn't continue?" He asked, genuinely confuses.

"After what happened early maybe you had changed your mind" He closed his eyes, sighing.

"Tara… I would never do that. I would never abandon you like that, not with something so important." She keep it looking at the cup in her hands. "And about what happened,I--"

"Thomas stop. Please, I don't want to talk about that, not tonight at least." She dried annoyed a tear. "You don't feel the same way I do, I get, it's okay, really, it just…" she looked at him for just a moment and avoid his gaze once more. "I thought you did"

"I do!" How could she think that? How could he allowed she felt that way? "It's not that"

"Then what it's?"

"I'm scared okay?" He said mad with himself. "I like you, a lot, and that scared me." He puts his head in his hands.

"You don't think that scared me too?" She said, finally looking at him, sad. "The last time I was with someone, I ended alone with a daughter to take care off, since that I haven't be able to trust or date to anyone. Except now you." She stand up and leaned on the frame of Rory's room. "I get the you went through a lot and I never wanted to pressure you, I just--"

"You haven't. I'm the one who messed up the things. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it this way" He stand up too and went beside her. He should hug her? Or take her hand?

"You sorry the kiss?" She sounded broken.

"No! No, I don't sorry the kiss. I wanted to kiss you. For so long now. I'm sorry how I handle things after that." He putted his hand in her cheek and she closed her eyes pressing her head against it. "I didn't mean to hurt you"

"I know" She opened her eyes and looked him. "And... I will wait for you, I still think you worth the wait" He smiled softly to her. "But… not forever". He nodded and slowly, awkwardly at first, hugged her.

"Just… a little more, I promise." She nodded in his arms and return the hug. "You have no idea how important you are to me Tara."

"You are important to me too, Thomas"

"And I promise Rory will be with you" He squeeze her a little more.

"I know, I trust you." Her voices soft against his shoulder.

They stayed like that for what's feel an eternity. At some point she told him she felt better and he needed to return with Luz so he let her rest while he returned to his place. He putted his phone alarm one hour early, he wanted to talk to the judge before Vanessa did. While he waited in some traffic light, he thought how right it felt having her in his arms and how much he wanted to feel that again. Maybe he needed to talk with Luz about it, see how she would feel if he and Tara started to date. Maybe if she was okay he would stop feel so guilty every time he thought to be happy without Soledad. Maybe he just needed to fully accept that she will never going back and it was time to move on. Maybe, just maybe, after two years, he needed to start to live again.

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#choices mother of the year #choices moty #choices thomas mendez #moty thomas #thomas mendez x mc #thomas x mc #thomas mendez #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction

[fivefootab1tch]

allllllrighty~ here’s my tHING~<3 i recognize that i talk pretty fast (and i was also trying to be hushhush so i probably didn’t come out as clear as i wanted to) so i’m including a script under the cut~

Tagged by @momtaku, @laffitine, & @dirtylevi ~ ♡ //thank y'all smmmmm// Tagging @shuuhuu @madcapraccoon @matcha-castella @starry-raven​ & everyone else on here who needs an excuse to do it and wants to. i’ll share the love and peer pressure asdkjfnak

'Aight, so here's my stab at Mamataku's SnK Voice Meme 4.0! I wrote a script to try and keep myself on track, but... the fuck if I ever know how to play right, so here we go~

State your name and username. 『sal, fivefootab-i-tch』 Is there a story behind your user name that you’d like to share? 『it's from an o.g. fandom video called "More Sassy Levi (Ezekieru Outtakes)". this was way before i was more or less tumblr savvy and i've gone through variations of it before settling on this one to mimic Ezekieru's pronunciation of BITCH. i'd wanna have a completely hyphenless version of this url to make my presence easier for the tumblr system to SWALLOW, kkkk but it's taken. the version of it with a 1 instead of the i isn't though... so maybe i'll switch to that one, i dunno. what's a brand?』 Where are you from? 『i'm from the states, southern california, bordertown asscrack of the U.S. you might get that lazy, high as balls, surfer feel from my voice since i've been here all my life』 How long have you been a fan of the series? 『i'm about two years late from the anime release, and i only know this because i immediately started writing fanfiction after binging the series in summer 2015. so... coming on 4 years? damn.』 What is your favorite and least favorite Arc? 『my favorite arc is the uprising arc, a pretty popular opinion, for a lot of reasons: the sudden turn of events, levi's collarbones, levi as a kid, KENNY, the characters all having their own unique identity crisis as their morals are suddenly taking turns, historia reclaiming her identity... (which was something that hits a little too close to home for comfort, but what's a good series that doesn't rip your personal feelings to shreds?)』 『i'm not a big fan of the marley side of things, another pretty popular opinion. for me, suddenly switching to a new cast of characters and setting after so much was accomplished in the uprising arc and return to shiganshina felt like betrayal. i mean... they get to the basement, which was the whole ass goal of the entire series up to that point, then we suddenly screech to a halt to tell someone elses' story. i can understand it... theoretically? i guess? bbut the whole time i was still like "wait a minute, what happened with the main cast?" bits and pieces of it have grown on me since, but i still have a ways to go to invest myself. politically, i just realized... marley really grinds my gears. why did i have to realize this? i'm shook. i can't believe this. i'll process it later.』 Do you have a favorite moment in the story thus far? 『eren screaming "the world outside the walls is my birthright" for... reasons. historia reclaiming her identity for... reasons... i've found myself hyperinvested in this series for immensely personal reasons i hope to eventually see through in my own life. i wanna be free, too. i also liked the moment in the uprising arc when levi thanked armin for saving jean. it was rough, but something he needed to hear. also any moment levi praises people. it's really cute.』 If you could resurrect one dead character who would it be and why? 『kuchel, because not only does levi deserve his mother but i would've loved to see more of her and how she raised levi into the compassionate kind of guy he is now. that side of him survived the tough love kenny put him through, so she must've breathed hella life into her kid and that's something i'd love to have seen more of』 Who is your favorite character and why? 『levi, for a lot of obvious as well as not so obvious reasons.』 『obvious reasons: he's pretty fucking cute. his sass and one liners are hilarious. his sense of humor's a clusterfuck of bad shit jokes and dark takes the people around him don't understand half the time and that's pretty funny in itself. he's o.p. as hell but the way the story makes it not matter when it comes down to it (because the universe is just THAT fucked up) is really something. he's in a league of his own but the depth of his characterization and development shows that's only a small part of who he is. the story demands so much more of him and the ways he rises (and sometimes falls) to the occasion makes me really like him. he's showcased as Humanity's Strongest but he's still human and flawed as fuck.』 『not so obvious reasons: he says fuck gender roles. he's short and makes the trans guy side of me feel pretty good. that particular character trait isn't just a gag for me. he started from the bottom now he's here. he always sides with the powerless, the helpless. he (to his own personal moral code) uses the strength he has for good as opposed to using it to keep people below him, something he could very well do if he uncritically internalized everything kenny spoonfed him, and wanted to. he doesn't sit on a moral high horse. he's open minded and accepting of letting people decide things for themselves. he's humble. if he doesn't understand something, he'll look to other people and he does all that while remaining confident and assertive in his own abilities. he doesn't hold himself above doing the dirty work if he feels he's best suited to do it. he genuinely cares about people and does his best to talk them through their issues when they need it, even if he's clumsy while doing it. it's really inspirational and personally validating .』 Any OTPs? 『erejean hits me a certain way. they're everything "boys will be boys" is SUPPOSED to mean, and i still can't get over jean calling eren cool. they're just so funny and i love their dynamic. hange and petra hits too for a reason i don't really understand yet. i don't get super invested in pairings, but i do like seeing character dynamics being explored in different lights and stuff. **** i bonded with my partner over roleplaying an au ereri thread, so that pairing's pretty special too. i didn't ship it at first, but being open to it has led me to getting to know this amazing person, so... yeah.』 You are able to transport to the SnK Universe for a day. How do you spend it? 『helping out. i don't know what i'd be able to contribute, but i'd want to be doing something to make the lives of the main cast easier. they have it really hard, and so many times i wanted to be able to do something for them. so i write my original characters into fanfiction. on the other hand, if it's a world where i'm independent and free to live whatever life i wanna live, i'd wanna go absolutely apeshit first. see everything there is to see and live all the life there is to live. ****perform a strip tease at a scout party and have the officers stick bills into my boobs.**** THEN commit myself to some sort of social or military work for the scouting legion. ****be their comfort... if yaknoe what i mean. it's good honest work~♡****』 Eren Jaeger did nothing wrong or Eren Jaeger did everything wrong? 『eren jaeger is what eren jaeger does. i can't vouch for whether or not he's right or wrong because there's no way i can really put myself in the situation he's in. mass genocide is very wrong, without a doubt, but something tells me there's something else going on and his real intentions are more complicated. a pivotal point in the series for him was his tribunal, where levi played the role of the arrogant wank to save his life and beat his ass before the whole military court. i think there's something similar going on here. he could be playing a role too, but it still stands that i have no idea. i'm not so invested in condemning or glorifying him, because the things i enjoy about his character aren't really going to be influenced.』 What is your favorite song in the series? Feel free to sing an extract 『i love them all. hiroyuki sawano makes such amazing soundtracks and all the vocals are powerful and chilling as fuckall hell. some favorites i do have are red swan, Vogel im Käfig, Bauklötze, call your name, it's answer song call of silence, youseeBIGGIRL, the spanish version of so ist es immer. so uh... even though i'm not very good at it, i do really love singing, so... i'm gonna try and sing some for y'all. i know a lot more english, japanese, and spanish than i do german so... i'm sorry!』 ****『Like the scarlet night veiling the dark You can hide your fear Can lie, my dear Kono mama yume wo mite Chi darake no tsubasa Hirogete』**** 『Las sillas ya juntas están Charlamos toda la noche  Este lugar no esta nada mal  Y creo que nos llevamos bien ****Solo estamos nosotros  Siempre es nuestra luz  Cantando y bebiendo, puedes estar tu Bajo el cielo azul  Siempre estamos asi  Y largas son las noches aqui』 『Ist das der Zerstörer oder der Schöpfer?』**** 『one of these days, when i feel more bearable to listen to, i'll... try and do some full ass covers, if y'all would be down for that ♡』 Bonus: What would Erwin do? 『about... what? everything going down now? i dunno. all i can offer is a dream daddy reference. he's chilling in Margaritaville somewhere... 』 Say the following: Wall Maria, Jean Kirschstein, Reiner Braun, Ymir, Theo Magath, Onyankopon, Kiyomi Azumabito, Hajime Isayama, Shiganshina Trio, Shingeki no Kyojin, Shinzou wo Sasageyo

#snk voice meme 4.0 #sal's shiz #audio #ft. my shameless art bc it's like my favorite one sadjfnaskfn #i also starred things i couldn't verbalize for x reasons teehee so the script has extra shit~<3

[roemyheart]

The Search for Scissors

A/N: here’s some Joe Toye x female!medic for you!! This ended up being way longer than intended, but in BOB he makes me feel some type of way. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, what’d you do to the poor girl?” “What? I didn’t do anything!” “Toye, she’s pinker than a fuckin’ strawberry for crying out loud.” Luz chided. “It’s her fault for blushing so damn easy. She fell so I just helped her up.” I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I-I was just, uh, looking for Doc. I need scissors.” Avoiding eye contact with a tent full of mostly shirtless, completely fit young men was quite difficult and I wondered what I’d done to deserve this – for better or for worse. When I first embarked upon my quest for a pair of scissors, I didn’t expect to trip over a pair of boots and face-plant. I certainly didn’t expect those boots to belong to an inconveniently shirtless Joe Toye, but that seemed to be my luck lately. I’d run into the devastatingly handsome young soldier on numerous, unfortunate occasions and I was beginning to feel that the universe had it out for me. I couldn’t wash dirty laundry in peace (Joe and Malarkey, donning only underwear, jumped in the pond), I couldn’t eat peacefully in the dining hall (I dropped spaghetti on Joe. Twice.), and I absolutely couldn’t sleep well (Lipton had just moved my bunk right above – you guessed it – Joe Toye’s bed). Now, I also could not search for scissors without emotional distress. These unpleasant instances would not cause me so much misery if I did not find myself absurdly attracted to Joe Toye, but I was learning quickly that the world could be a cruel place. I’d seen Joe at his most comfortable, playfully roughhousing with the guys and downing a few beers. It just so happened that I made an utter fool of myself anytime he was within arm’s length and his gruff silences and unimpressed expressions seemed to translate into a simple, nonverbal I don’t like you. Lipton appeared, graciously clothed and glowing in the firelight like an angel. “Doc went to touch base with Spina a few tents down.” I nodded, cheeks still heated. “Thank you, sir.” I barely caught Lipton’s quick sidelong glance with enough time to panic. “Toye, walk her over there, will you?” My eyes widened in horror. “Oh no, sir, that w-won’t be necessary. I don’t wanna trouble anyone. I can make it over there on my own, no problem a-at all.” I babbled, flustered all over again. Lipton smiled gently at me. “I know you’re one hell of a tough cookie and I know none of these men here would hurt a hair on your head, but I can’t speak for the rest of the guys out there. And I’d like to keep one of the best medics in the whole army out of harm’s way.” Straightening my posture, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.” Lipton cut a look to the dark haired, olive skinned man on my right. “Toye, no funny business, okay?” Joe’s mouth opened and closed indignantly, scowling. “Yes, sir.” He grumbled. Maybe, just maybe, I caught a dusting of pink across his flawless skin.   Luz smirked from the bed across from Joe’s. “Yeah, Joe, no funny business. She’s gonna have an aneurysm if you get her any more flustered.” “George!” I groaned into my hands. “Or if you don’t put a shirt on.” He added in a quiet voice. In response, I scowled and gave him the finger. “Huh?” Joe asked, tying up his boots. “Oh, nothing. Just letting Y/N know that I don’t got any scissors.” I had never formally notified George Luz of my miserable crush on Joe, but the man had a knack for discovering well-kept secrets, including (but not limited to) Joe Liebgott’s stash of chocolate. And, perhaps, my moon-eyes, dreamy sighs, and metaphorical drooling weren’t as conspicuous as I needed them to be. Toye appeared unfazed. He tugged on a snug white t-shirt that put his toned arms on display for the whole battalion to admire and slung his rifle over his shoulder. His voice was rough and gravelly as he told me, “Let’s go.” I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I’d probably go anywhere he asked me. As if Luz could read my mind and wanted to cause me further distress, he suggestively drawled, “Stay safe, kids.” 

The air was clean and dry through summer nights around northern France. It smelled mostly of flowers at this camp and less of gunpowder. It was windy enough to just barely ruffle my hair, warm breeze kissing my cheeks. The moon floated above our heads, looming and glowing, playing pretty shadows of light across Joe’s chiseled features. “You really don’t have to walk me over to the other tents, Joe.” I told him quietly. He half-snorted. “Let me follow orders, doll.” “Okay.” I nearly squeaked, grateful that the cover of darkness hid my – once again – red cheeks. “Plus,” He started, scuffing his boots against the gravel. “I don’t mind.” He told me quietly. “Oh,” I breathed, heart thudding. “Well. Thanks.” He hummed in response and we continued winding our way through the camp. The silence that hung between was only slightly awkward, occasionally punctuated by rowdy yelling and rough laughter. “Sorry about the spaghetti the other day, by the way.” I said quietly. He breathed a laugh and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you were wasting my Ma’s cooking.” I smiled, almost bitterly. “Wouldn’t dream of doing something like that.” There was a beat of silence before he asked, “Do you miss home?” Joe cast a sidelong glance my way, making me slightly self-conscious. “Yeah, of course I do. But I didn’t feel like I could do as much good at home, so I came here.” He looked at me, almost fondly, lips tugging upward into a lopsided grin. “You’re doing a lot of good here, Y/N.” “When I’m not tripping over boots and spilling spaghetti, maybe. Thank you.” I laughed nervously. “What about you? Do you miss home?” I dared to look up at him, my heart leaping up into my throat. His long lashes grazed his cheeks as he looked down at the dirt, his mouth curled into a bitter smile. “Guess I do. But I don’t know, it’s nice to feel like I’m making a difference here. I never feel much like that when I’m home.” He told me, hesitation flickering across his face, dark eyes meeting my own. I frowned, heart aching at the despair lacing his quiet words. “You’re a good man, Joe, you – “ He nodded tensely to the tent on my right. “We’re here.” “Right. Thanks, Joe.” I swallowed nervously, forcing myself to flash him a friendly smile. He reciprocated the gesture, just barely. “No problem, Y/N. Get those scissors.” As I turned on my heel, a loud popping noise reverberated over our heads. I barely had a moment to look up before I was knocked over onto the ground, the air squeezed out of my lungs with the impact of the fall. I wheezed out a breath, looking straight up at the sky as someone nearby exchanged fire with the enemy. It took a few moments to register the yelling and the crack of ricochets and Joe Toye’s athletic frame hovering protectively over my own.   We spent a few beats suspended in a space that was just us – wide eyes, bated breath, and flustered skin. “Up.” My voice cracked. “Up! We gotta get up, Joe!” I told him frantically. He jumped off of me like I was the one shooting at him. “Right. Shelter. Let’s go find cover. And Lip.” His voice caught, lower than usual, and if we weren’t trying to escape raining bullets, I might have swooned a little. We stuck close together, winding our way through the tents, avoiding fire and frantic privates. We found Lip grimacing on the far end of the field, high enough to have a good vantage point, surrounded by dense brush, Malarkey, Babe, and Smokey. “Where do you want us, sir?” Joe asked. Instinctively, I scanned each of the men for injuries. “Edward Heffron, you better put that helmet on, or so help me god I will kill you myself.” Babe grumbled. “You’re as bad as Doc.” Lipton barked out orders to his men and told me to stay near him until I heard a cry for a medic. 

I don’t know how much time we spent lodged in the chaos, but the fight persisted until the light of dawn peeked down at us. It was a miracle that we didn’t have too many casualties – mostly wounds inflicted by ricochets, a few bullets, and only one man lost – and that I managed without a pair of goddamn scissors. Everyone looked exhausted, their good night’s sleep robbed by the enemy. Even I felt my eyelids growing heavy, resting against some empty crates, aching fingers marred with dirt. “Good morning, Y/N.” Doc appeared above me, a gentle smile upon his dirtied face. It was impossible not to return his smiles – he was too sweet, and his smiles were too rare. “Morning, Doc.” “Coffee?” He held out a steaming mug. I nodded gratefully, accepting the caffeine graciously. His voice was quiet, but I could hear the smile in his southern lilt as I took a sip. “I think Joe Toye was lookin’ for you. He was down by Captain Winters and Guarnere last time I saw him.” I glanced up at Eugene, surprised, and nearly choked on my coffee. I cleared my throat. “Oh. Great. I’ll go find him. Thanks, Doc.” I wound through masses of tired soldiers as the sun continued to rise, warming our skin and waking the world up. I found him kneeling near Bill, something metallic glinting in his palm. They muttered to each other quietly, a smug smile on Bill’s face, and I squeezed the mug of coffee in my hands, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “Uh, Joe? Doc said he heard you were, um, looking for me?” I practically squeaked, nearly withering beneath Joe’s dark gaze. He flashed me a grin and the coffee in my stomach churned unhappily. “Doc heard right.” In his palm I spotted shiny brass knuckles and I forgot my nerves for a moment. I nodded to his hand, amused. “Adding to your collection?” “You know it.” He slid it over his long, elegant fingers and I had to force myself to look at my mug. “I’ve got something for you.” I cocked my head to the side, brow furrowed. “For me?” I could almost hear Luz make an innuendo in my head. He stood, brushing the dirt off his pants and patting Bill on the shoulder. “For you. It’s back with all my shit in the tent.” Jittery and with a dry throat, I gulped down the coffee, ignoring the way it burned my tongue. “A-are you alright?” I asked timidly as we entered the tent, noting his lack of injuries with relief.  “Just peachy. You?” He dug through his belongings. “Fine.” “Well, hello, you two.” Luz piped up from across the way, a shit-eating smirk comfortably on his face. “Luz.” Joe greeted him with his back turned. Luz wiggled his eyebrows and I could only glare at him. “Ah, here it is!” Joe chirped, more enthusiastic than I’d ever seen him and it made my insides melt into pathetic, lovestruck goo. He held a pair of silver scissors in front of my face, so clean they practically sparkled. I gasped. “Joe! This is amazing! Where’d you get these?” A stupidly gleeful smile worked its way onto my face. “We took a Kraut medic prisoner and he had a pack with all sorts of good crap in it. Spina and Doc needed most of it, but I snagged the scissors for you.” I couldn’t stop beaming as I stuck the scissors in my bag. “Thank you, Joe. I really appreciate it.” I told him warmly. Of all things, he blushed, a rosy hue blossoming across his cheeks.   “This is beautiful. When your kids ask how it all started, you can tell them it began with scissors.” “George Luz!” I yelled, lunging across the floor, fully intending to punch the smirk off his face. An arm hooked around my waist, pulling me back against a broad chest and effectively stopping a medic from destroying George Luz. “I’m gonna end him.” I growled, meeting his feigned expression of innocence with a sour glower. My knees almost buckled a little when Joe leaned down, breath hot against my ear, voice low. “Easy, tiger. We’ve got a way to go until kids. We’re only at the scissors stage.”  

#boooooom #i really had to control myself when doc showed up i love him sm #i was like ok sabrina remember this is about joe toye #i also love toye but u know #my heart is weak #band of brothers #bob #joe toye #george luz #carwood lipton #babe heffron #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers scenarios #fluff #band of brothers fic #joe toye x reader #hbo war

[hellas-himself]

Ch. 9 It’s A Surprise

Ch. 8

After the death of his father, Azriel is forced to go back to the one place he swore he’d never return to. But he finds himself quite literally face to face with his past, one that he had not let himself think of since he’d left.

*I’m using the same name I gave Lucien’s mom in Where There are Shadows. It’s just easier for me that way. 

Ch 10

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Eight days of Christmas.

That’s what I promised Elain. It was harder to pull off than I thought it would be considering I had to physically leave the apartment and talk to people to get it done. Rhys and Cassian had already started betting that I would give up before the day was out, but after I finished talking to Emerie it wasn’t that bad. Most of the shop owners remembered my mother, and Devlon was still around. He was all too happy to help- much to my surprise.  

I left Lucien for last. He was at one of his offices in the nicer side of town. I ran into Vassa on the way in and she seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” she said with a smile.

“You look beautiful, Vassa,” I said, feeling stupid as hell.

She laughed. “I feel like shit, so I appreciate that.”

“Is Lucien still here?”

“Yeah. I was just bringing him lunch. I’m going out with his parents. They want to work on the nursery.”

“Right… Well, since I have you here, I wanted to ask you something.”

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Lucien was holding a sandwich in one hand and had his phone in the other when I was led to his office.

“Have a seat, my dad just sent me a picture of a crib and I swear he better be joking.”

I chuckled at that. “Our parents are going to stay with Feyre and Rhys for a while… I have a feeling they’re going to move in.”

Lucien sighed. “They’re using your holiday as an excuse to stay longer. We’re not Illyrian, but hey, what’s eight more days of Christmas?”

Lucien looked happy, despite his complaining. He set his phone down and reached for a plate of rice and korma.

“Want some?” he asked.

“No, thank you. Elain probably has like four new recipes waiting for me to try when I get back.”

“Does she know you’re here?”

I shook my head. “It’s a surprise.”

“So, how can I help?”

“I have the rest of the week covered, but our family leaves in the morning and I wanted tonight to be as close to how we celebrated it as kids as possible.”

Lucien smiled. “I remember… That sounds great, Azriel. Vassa would love it, honestly. Any excuse to cook for an army.”

“She gets off work around six or seven and I know she’ll never say no to a walk. Especially with her sisters.”

“I like that idea. And since I have you here, I have to ask you something.”

I adjusted myself in my seat.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You know your father’s house had been purchased.”

“That’s how I ended up here.”

Lucien smirked.

“I bought it.”

“What?”

“The land is expansive. Figured we’d build some houses there.”

“And you’re telling me this because?”

“I’m tearing the house down.”

“Oh.” I considered Lucien for a moment. “That’s probably the best thing that could have happened to that place.”

“Are you sure you got everything that belonged to your mother?”

It was hard not to be surprised. Lucien and I had never really been friends. It was a mutual tolerance for Elain’s sake that kept us in each other’s good graces. Nothing more.

“She set aside what she wanted me to have.”

Lucien reached for his lunch bag, taking out a fork wrapped in a napkin.

“I’ll be sure to call you if anything comes up. Otherwise, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah… Thanks, Lucien.”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.

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Elain stepped out into the cold in her pink hat, the one with the pompom on top. Her scarf and pink coat. I smiled as she made her way towards me, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“It’s windy out,” she said as she kissed me hello.

“We’ll stay local then, no forest path,” I said and she giggled.

Nesta and Feyre stepped out, Cassian and Rhys not far behind. Our parents were the last to leave, both holding their own thermos of coffee. I led the way, arm in arm with Elain. Illyria was still busy, well, as busy as a small town can be.

It was hard not to smile as we began to hear the music. Outside of Emerie’s shop, there were viejitos playing dominos on the side walk while some played the cuatro and sang aguilnaldos. People were dancing, someone was even cooking on a grill. Outside. In the dead of winter.

We joined in, of course, Elain wanting to dance with me while my brothers went after the food. It was amazing how less than a month ago, I was absolutely miserable and now… I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this happy. This alive.

“We’re taking this to town,” Emerie said. “Wanna come with us?”

Elain very happily said yes.

From Emerie’s we went to various other shops, singing together. More and more people joined until we were outside of Devlon’s house. The garage was open, his wife was serving coquito and there were four tables set up for dominos. He welcomed us rather excitedly and after I tried the pitorro, I knew why.

Our group was a little smaller once we left; house after house of people we knew, of people who knew my mother. I knew that I’d planned this for Elain, but it healed something in me- knowing that after all this time, my mother was remembered. Fondly. I was shown pictures of her, told stories about her as a kid. The life she’d had before she met my father.

Elain was happily sipping on coffee as we turned on the street that would lead us to Lucien’s neighborhood. From here I could see her parents’ house, all the lights off save for one upstairs.

“Don’t,” I heard Cassian say and Nesta muttered something I didn’t catch. “They’re not worth it.”

“What are we doing out here?” Elain asked.

“We have one more stop,” I replied.

When we were standing outside of Lucien’s front door, Cassian cleared his throat and in a very exaggerated voice, began to sing the words to ‘Yo Tenia Una Luz’, a song that left us laughing every year thanks to him. It didn’t help when everyone else started to actually sing it, even when Lucien opened the door, laughing. He welcomed us inside, his parents already rushing over to say hello.

Vassa took Elain by the hand and guided us all to the dining room. The last time I had been here, Helion and Aurelie had just gotten married and were throwing a party to celebrate. But now… there were gold balloons and a huge ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ banner hanging from the wall. There was a white cake covered in gold flowers at the center of the table.

Elain was already in tears by the time she noticed the picture of us on New Year’s Eve. She looked over at Feyre who gave her a wink. I hadn’t seen that one. We weren’t even looking at the camera. We were dancing, looking at one another with stupid smiles on our faces. I felt an arm around my shoulder, and through tears I saw Lucien grinning.

“You didn’t think we’d just let this go by unnoticed, did you?” he said.

“It was so sweet of you to want us to be part of your little surprise for Elain,” Vassa said. “I couldn’t help it. I have my husband thanks to her.”

Now, that was a story I hadn’t heard. Everyone sat down, passing around dishes while Vassa explained what exactly Elain had done.

“I mean, everyone knew that Lucien had a crush on Elain. Like forever,” Vassa said, looking at Lucien who looked ready to disappear. “But obviously, well maybe not to you, Elain was into you.”

Now I wanted to disappear.

“When Elain wanted to open the diner, I was working at the bank. Lucien came with her to handle the loan-”

“What loan?” I asked.

“I paid it back,” Elain said defensively.

“She wouldn’t let anyone help her,” Lucien said.

“Elain invited me to the grand opening,” Vassa said with a smile. “I was her date to Lucien’s work party after that. And Lucien called me to be his date to Elain’s Christmas party that same year.”

“It was the only way I knew she’d go,” Elain said with a blush. “I told her I didn’t want to go alone.”

“Yes, she didn’t want to be alone but ditched us once he and I started talking.”

“Where did you go?” Lucien asked. “Honestly, you were gone for hours.”

Elain cleared her throat, reaching for her glass of wine.

“Remember the pink stains in the bath tub you bitched about for a week?”

Lucien’s eyes widened. “You!”

“What? It’s not like anyone noticed me go take a bubble bath. I had clothes here and I knew you two weren’t leaving so…”

It was Vassa and Lucien’s turn to blush.

“Why did you have clothes here?” Nesta asked.

“The same reason Cassian keeps a drawer of clothes at my place,” Elain replied haughtily, ending that conversation.

After several glasses of wine, and very terrible jokes, Helion brought out champagne. Elain and I cut the cake, and I wasn’t surprised when she smeared it on my face. After a few overly sweet kisses and the flash of someone’s camera, we cleaned up as the flutes were passed around. When everyone looked at me, I laughed nervously.

“Well… Thank you, all of you,” I said. “I love Elain more than words can really express… I’m still expecting to wake up at any moment. I…”

I stopped, needing a second to breathe. At least I wasn’t the only person in tears, nor was I the only one surprised when Nesta spoke. Even with tears in her eyes, she held herself together, her voice didn’t even shake.

“We didn’t have the greatest childhood, I don’t think any of us did… Except you, Rhys, but your parents are godsends, so I know Cas and Azriel were given the love they deserved.”

Cassian snorted. Rhys looked scandalized. Nesta tapped her nails against her flute, and it was almost as if she was nervous.

“But to the point. My sisters and I didn’t know true happiness until we met you all. We never knew a mother’s love until we met your mother. Your father showed us that not all men were utterly worthless. And I suppose you three aren’t so bad.

“Azriel, there is no one else I trust with Elain. She’s proven to us time and time again that she can be alone, that she can take care of herself… But I didn’t want her to be lonely, and I didn’t know how to change that. Knowing that you love her so much, that she is going to be as happy as Feyre and I are- This is all I ever wanted for her. So, thank you. And congratulations.”

There was applause, hugs and kisses and then-

“Where is his threat to be good to your sister?” Rhys asked, looking at Nesta incredulously.

“He’s not across the country, eloping in the dead of night with her,” Nesta replied, sitting down and asking Cassian for more champagne. 

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Viejitos means old men, but in a nice way lol

We’ve mentioned Coquito before. Pitorro is Puerto rican moonshine. :)

Yo Tenia Una Luz translates to “I had a light”. I found this video because I prefer it sung by parrandas than to the studio version. This is the song my uncle sang when he showed up on Christmas with his guitar and everyone brought out their instruments and it was a riot. 

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I am SO sorry for how long it’s taking to finish this. I hope I made it worth it <3 

@dreamerforever-5 @fireheart-of-your-dreams @maastrash 

#elriel #elriel holiday au #it's a surprise #dia de reyes