#Or like watching whole-ass adults watch Cinderella for the first time and being on the edge of their seat

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

#byler #meta #stranger things #theory #I mean I fucking guess #in the same way gravity is a fuckin' theory. #It feels silly that I even have to say this honestly. #Watching people freak out over these two feels like I'm being pranked. #Like you guys aren't pulling a Goncharov are you? Just making believe there's any chance these two aren't gonna be endgame? #Like completely ironically? And I'm too autistic to catch it? #It genuinely feels like I'm explaining that red and blue make purple here. As if you guys should have learned this in kindergarten. #Or like watching whole-ass adults watch Cinderella for the first time and being on the edge of their seat #wondering if she's going to live happily ever after with the prince or not. #It feels like I'm talking DOWN to people and I don't WANT it to feel like that but it's so obvious and I don't want people to be like #anxious for no reason you know? #Like I get that we're all scarred from queerbaiting and I know you guys are biased from years of shipping these kids. #But like. These guys? The most obvious 'there's only one way this could go' couple I've ever seen? You're scared about THEM?

[winns-stuff]

RANT:

Okay, I have to say this or else I will pluck out my fucking eyeballs. I’m getting so fucking sick of these grown ass adults losing their shit over Halle being Ariel, it’s one of the most dumbest things to be mad at honestly. I’m so tired of the evil ass gingers being upset at the lack of their representation even though Halle still has fucking red hair in the damn movie, like honestly you’re not talking about your representation you just don’t accept the black ginger that’s being displayed in the damn trailer. It irks my spirit on how people are so blindly and ridiculously racist when it comes to this, and the ignorance is real. Never have I ever seen more close minded, small brained, angry, redundant losers online spewing all of this bullshit around on the internet. I don’t give a fuck, so many people are saying how they just don’t like that it doesn’t look like “their Ariel” and just completely bash Halle on her skin tone which is so fucking stupid.

Don’t even even get me started on the motherfuckers who scream that this is pandering too. Y’all be the worst ones honestly, you act like you care about actual representation for black people but in reality you just don’t want to ever see any popular character black. I’m so sick and tired of each and every time there is a black character added to anything some fucking dumbass on the internet that has nothing to do other than ruin everyone else’s experience and say that it’s pandering or something. Can black people please enjoy themselves being seen as princesses, princes, wizards, mermaids, heroes, lovers, main characters, scientists, and literally anything else that’s not a damn stereotype. I’m so tired of people accepting shows with the black characters being overshadowed and being mistreated but hooping and hollering when a black person is portrayed as a regular human being and not a fucking “ghetto”, loud, aggressive gangster or ratchet single mom with six bad kids. Why can’t we be seen as something positive..? Why can’t I watch television and see someone who looks like me be the heroine or find love or be sweet and be kind? Why does everyone else get to have role models who they look up to and we can’t?

I can’t tell you how damaging it is for me to read the hundreds on hundreds of hate comments being aimed at the movie all circling around her skin color.. They say that it’s ugly, she’s not fit, it doesn’t look right, they won’t accept her, and more disgusting things. So many people try and hide behind this lousy excuse of how they don’t want it to change when the other live action films haven’t even had half of the backlash the little mermaid got and they weren’t even fucking accurate. The live action Cinderella wasn’t that accurate to the cartoon neither was Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin, and Beauty and The Beast. None of it was completely accurate to the originals yet no one even batted an eye when they came out and there was no outrage. No one was upset at Will Smith playing Genie or that one guy in Cinderella being the Princes’ best friend, why is everyone upset that the main lead is black but didn’t mind it when the side characters were black? See what I’m getting at? I just don’t understand it.

Bottom line is that I absolutely despise everyone who took it too far with the backlash. You can not enjoy the live actions all you want, I don’t enjoy the live action Mulan but you don’t see me throwing a damn tantrum like a fucking baby and saying micro aggressions about the actress or the movie as a whole, I just watch the fucking animated version like honestly why is everyone acting like as soon as the live action version comes out the original will be wiped off of the face of the planet? After all this is said and done, after all your hate messages and your slimy behavior has been put to rest you can still go in your room or living room and find the original fucking Little Mermaid and watch it like it’s the first fucking time. Stop acting like this is going to change your thinking or the future for you you don’t have to watch it you fucking dingus.

Also for the incompetent people who will probably find this and ask that infuriating question of “what about freedom of speech/opinions” or “so we can’t dislike a character/movie now?” I will leave this note just for you, read slowly: This is obviously not addressed to anyone who just dislikes the character peacefully or they don’t fuck with the live action films, I get it and I understand that obviously. Going back to what I already said earlier, I have my fair share of live actions that I don’t like either so that’s completely fine if you do have an opposite opinion about it, you can not like the movie without criticizing how the character looks because of her skin color and that’s what I’ve been seeing from dozens of people. They don’t attack the movie just because it’s not for them, they attack because she’s black. Also, stop using that damn freedom of speech argument for every little disagreement you have dumbass you still have freedom of speech you just don’t have freedom of consequence. You could shout “I have a gun” in an open area but obviously police will be called and you’ll be in trouble for that, same goes for you saying slick racist shit. You could still say it just don’t get fucking confused when someone checks your ass on it.

#little mermaid #personal rant #halle bailey

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

For the Disney character thing… Belle (because you like reading), also Wendy from Peter Pan. Also kind of Alice in wonderland vibes? Sorry if I’m wrong 😭

ASDFGHJKL ANON YOU JUST LISTED THREE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE DISNEY CHARACTERS

Belle has ALWAYS been my favourite Disney princess, hands down. I remember coming home aged as young as 4-5 and putting on my BATB DVD after school, and I would sit there going “Belle likes books! So do I! We’re the same!” (Physically I was more Cinderella or Aurora but personality wise I like to think I’m totally Belle) Like I must have been watching that film as a toddler or something because it’s my mum’s favourite Disney film too (which is one of the few things we have in common interestingly), and it was just always there in my life; I remember being sad once because I was going to spend the weekend with my grandparents on my dad’s side and they didn’t have a DVD player at the time, so I couldn’t watch the movie at their place 😭 I cannot stress enough how much BATB means to me, honestly, it’s probably my favourite Disney movie of all time!

Wendy Darling is also my favourite character in Peter Pan. Peter Pan as a story has great meaning to me, so much so that I have a tattoo of Peter and the Darling children flying to Neverland. First of all, I just really love all forms of the Peter Pan story, whether it’s a play, book, or an adaptation. But it has a second meaning: I knew I wanted to get something for my late grandmother (who I was SUPER close to, to an almost ridiculous degree) but she also really despised tattoos so I knew that if I got her name permanently inked on my body, she’d literally haunt me for the rest of my life (she also hated her first name so I’m also not allowed to name my daughter after her - she would definitely haunt my dreams if I did that). Anyway, when she was alive, she used to take me and my cousins to the pantomime every Christmas, something that continued up until I was a teenager and it got too pricey for a pensioner to take four kids/teens AND three adults (one of them being her obviously). As the eldest granddaughter, I went to more of them with her than my younger sister or cousins, and while all of them were brilliant every year, the Peter Pan ones were my favourites. So even though the tattoo is a Disney Peter Pan one, it’s a symbol of my love for the story as a whole AND for those trips with my nan growing up - it’s not just for her so hopefully she won’t haunt me in the future (it’s been a few years since I got it so… so far so good!)

But yes! Wendy Darling is my favourite non-princess character - in fact she’s probably tied with Belle for my favourite Disney character! I absolutely love her, I relate to her so much, and I’ve met her and Peter three times at Disneyland Paris! ❤️

I’ll be honest, I didn’t get into Alice in Wonderland until I was about 14, and the only reason I did was because I was a depressed edgy teenager who played the American McGee Alice games (highly recommend btw). Now of course I like the original stories by Lewis Carroll and I think the Disney film is fun (I’ve also met Alice and the Mad Hatter at Disneyland Paris so that’s fun!), but that was how it started. I like to think I’m like Alice though, if only for making up whole ass worlds in my head and daydreaming!

Thank you, anon! 💙

[giorno-plays-piano]

Money, Money, Money Part 1

Pairing: mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader, slight Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: lots of swearing, silly drunk mobs, mentions of alcoholism, parody, Peter is adult, is this a crack fic??

Words: 2578.

Summary: When Steve finds out somebody has stolen their money, Bucky realizes he has to take his ass off the leather couch in his office, finally.

P.S. This is my first attempt to write humor and I’m sorry in advance for everything I’ve written here 😅

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“BITCH, DID I STUTTER WHEN I SAID TO KEEP THAT SAFE CLOSED AT ALL TIMES?”

Allyson massaged her temples softly and let out a groan: if Mr. Rogers continued to yell like that, he would definitely choke soon. This morning he had been pretending to be the death, vengeance and fury, ready to kick the ass of her immediate superior, James Barnes, who acted like he was deaf, unable to pull himself from the couch where he slept after getting drunk as a fish last night. Oh, poor Bucky. Apparently, he fucked things up again if Mr. Rogers stormed into his office like he was getting chased by a 200-pound dog.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you son of a...” glancing at a pouting man-child with a three-day beard, Steve covered his face with his palm and let out an exasperated sigh, “... respectable woman who would die of shame if she saw you now!”

“Come on, Stevie,” the man yawned, finally moving his huge, muscular body up to sit instead of just laying on the couch since he felt a little guilty Steve was getting all riled up while he just chilled, “why so serious? Yeah, somebody took a bit of cash from the safe, it’s not a big deal.”

Allyson heard everything as if they were speaking right in front of her - Bucky was a real Mr. Cheapo who didn’t want to rent an office with decent walls - and quickly closed her ears, wishing she had taken her earplugs today. Her boss just made a grave mistake, and now both of them were going to pay for it with their eardrums.

“NOT A BIG DEAL? NOT A BIG DEAL, YOU MASSIVE BAG OF DOUCHE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY WAS THERE, HUH?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THOSE MONEY WERE FOR?!”

Seriously, she considered getting a new job, but these free daily standup shows were both tiring and so fucking funny she was afraid she might wet her seat.

“Oh my fucking God, Bucky, I swear I’ll kill you, I’ll... no, I have a better idea!” Steve gave his best friend a dirty look. “I’ll call your uncle. Yeah, you know which one. He’ll be sooo happy to take you drunk ass to jail and then give your mama a call. I bet she has a cure for both your attitude and alcoholism.”

“You wouldn’t do that!”

Suddenly realizing the danger he was in, Bucky quickly got up, almost falling to the floor but holding on the leather chair in the very last second. When Steve talked about calling his uncle, a chief of police of the neighboring town where his whole family lived, it meant things were going bad. Real bad.

“Bucky, it was the part we were going to invest into Pierce’s casino. I have to take it to him tomorrow morning. TOMORROW FUCKING MORNING, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU STINKING DRUNK?”

“I’m drunk but not deaf, Steve!”

“Oh my God, I’m driving you to a rehab, go gather your stuff right now!”

Allyson sighed, getting up and proceeding to choose the most beautiful cup to fill it with fresh coffee: when their conflicts escalated to threats, it meant her boss would soon start to sweet-talk, apologizing to his best friend and promising to sober up and get things right. Every time she felt like Mr. Rogers would really do something to Bucky, the guy used his natural charisma and charm and got away with anything by just reminding Steve how he fought for his best friend in the dark alleys when Rogers was a sick, skinny kid. It worked every damn time.

There they were again, talking about same things with Bucky swearing on his mother’s life that he will find the money and bring it back to Steve. Usually it meant the threats were coming to an end, and soon Mr. Rogers would open the door and come out red as a lobster, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. There he would see her with a cup of nice coffee with cream and two spoons of sugar just like he preferred, gladly accepting it and saying nobody understand him but her. Then Allyson would smile compassionately, listen to his small talk before he went out the office, and wait until her grumpy boss would fall out the room, reeking alcohol, and ask her what the fuck had happened yesterday.

After that in a couple of minutes things would finally settle down, and Allyson would have a chance to give a call to her best friend.

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Your day couldn’t start better: you had finally received your Amazon order - hooray to the stupid makeup tools you would use, like, once a year - and even watched your favorite Netflix series with a cup of a fragrant coffee with marshmallows because it was Sunday and you were finally free from both work and cleaning the apartment. It felt so nice to just do absolutely nothing, laying on your couch with a piece of pizza in your hand. Seriously, even a workaholic like you had to do it more often.

Your lazy morning was interrupted by Peter, a sweet college student who was getting into troubles more often than a drunk in a local bar: you seriously considered calling him Harry Potter after you found him half-naked with a scratch on his forehead standing in the corridor of your building and holding a broom. To protect himself from bullies, he said, by the look on his face you could tell it was as good as a magic wand against 6"4 ft tall guys, seriously.

Since he rented an apartment with other unlucky nerds who had zero skills how to survive in this cruel world, you ended up nearly baby-sitting Peter, patching him up after he was getting in a fight and lending him some money time after time when he struggled to pay rent or buy food. His parents were elderly people with income below average, but they still did whatever they could to give him an education, so you decided to give the guy a hand.

Now that baby was standing in front of you, lit up like a Christmas tree, with a bouquet of wonderful pink roses, big box of hand-crafted chocolates and a whole bag of what looked like some very fine food, even a bottle of champagne clinking inside.

"Good morning, Fairy Godmother! I came to bring back what I owe you!" His smile was a mile wide when he looked at your face, happy to the point he couldn't stand still, dancing like those Duracell rabbits in the tv ad.

"You're up early, Cinderella."

You yawned, laughing when you saw the guy pouting at the nickname you gave him - tf he expected for calling you Fairy Godmother?

"Don't stand there, come in."

When he actually handed you the flowers and chocolates, giving you a quick peck on the cheek shyly, you froze, finally realizing he brought all this for you. Wait, what? Where the heck did he get so much money to buy that expensive stuff? You thought he was helping his other neighbor who was planning to finally propose to his girlfriend. Perplexed to the point you nearly missed that peck, you blinked at tomato red Peter.

"Please don't tell me you robbed your 90-year-old paralytic professor."

"Why don't you ask if I robbed a bank?" He pouted again, putting the bag on the floor and getting a hundred dollar banknote out of his old leather wallet. "I actually came to thank you for everything you've done for me. And I didn't rob anyone! I got a real job!"

"Real job?" You eyed him curiously. "But don't you already have a job in delivery?"

"Pfft, you can't call it a job. It was getting one nasty smelling pizza from one place to the other while looking miserable."

You barely held your laugh, leaving the bouquet and chocolates on the side table and rubbing guy's back. Poor Peter, nobody was giving him a hand - while you couldn't question people's decision since the guy wasn't the most reliable one, it was still a shame he wasn't treated decently as if all of them weren't young and careless once.

Wait, but who on Earth gave him such a well-paid job all of a sudden? He must have spent hundreds of dollars on the bouquet, chocolates, food and champagne, not even counting those 100 dollars he owed.

Oh God.

"Please don't tell me you're working for some shady business." You looked at him in horror, your hand flying to your mouth. "Peter, is it Tony's band?!"

"Jesus woman, why would I work for some stupid mob." The guy rolled his eyes, and you sighed in relief, not knowing what to except from this trouble on two skinny legs. “I’m telling you, it’s nothing bad! I just have to keep it a secret before I get a contract. Once I figure it out, I’ll explain everything, I swear!”

“Alright, alright, don’t stress over it, I’m not your Ma.” Smirking, you went to take a square glass vase you hadn’t use in ages, filling it with water to drop the bouquet inside. “Let’s celebrate it, then! Woah, careful there, give me that bottle until you drop it on my clean floor, I’ve been scrubbing it for hours yesterday!”

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Bucky still felt like Steve was making too much of a big deal out of it: obviously, it was Tony who went to him at night when Bucky was already drunk like a monkey, celebrating the birth of Clint’s daughter. Nobody else had the courage to steal from him, Steve’s right hand, an ex-soldier who had a reputation of a man killing with the first punch. Not that Bucky ever killed anybody, actually being a ex-trumpet in an army band...

Anyway, the man was heading over to Stark’s Tower, a motel where he and all his guys lived when his wife Pepper was out of town. Pepper had definitely been out of town lately since Tony didn’t call: when she was coming back, Steve and Tony were having a two-day truce with nobody getting in a fight because it was making Mrs. Stark upset, and when she was upset, both Steve and Tony didn’t risk getting out of their holes to face this enraged blonde woman who could make anyone wet themselves with one her glance. If there were anyone killing with just one punch in the town, it got to be Pepper.

As he got closer in his Cadillac that looked like it went through fire and water before being sold to Bucky, Barnes stared at the motel suspiciously: it was strangely quiet with everyone hiding inside, not a man guarding the motel’s entrance. What the hell happened? Tony loved showing off, pretending he ruled over the town, and he would definitely act like a king after stealing Steve’s and his money. It was unbelievable Bucky so nobody welcoming him with a smirk.

Hoping he didn’t use all that money for emptying a liquor store, Bucky parked the car and went to the motel, dying to have some beer: one heartless blonde boss of his emptied his fridge.

“Oh, more drinking partners returning to continue the fun, huh?”

Bucky froze immediately, staring at Pepper who stood in the doorway with a face of an iron maiden. Jesus fucking Christ. She returned to the city way before Tony told him, and it was clear she found him not in the condition she expected to. While Bucky considered whether it was better to run, Tony’s head appeared somewhere behind his wife, and Barnes saw Tony was as drunk as him, if not even more. He could see a huge blue mark from Pepper’s heavy hand on Stark’s cheek.

“Who’s that, honey?” The man asked innocently, earning an enraged glance from his wife, and Bucky thought he should have run. “Hi, Buck! Come on in, it’s ok if you didn’t bring beer even if I asked twice.”

Oh. Something was going on. Of course, Bucky could rat the man out immediately, telling Pepper he wasn’t drinking with Tony yesterday’s night, but he wasn’t such a heartless bastard - by the look on Stark’s face Barnes could see his sweet blonde wifey would beat poor Tony to death with her Dior handbag.

“Sorry, I blacked out for a couple of hours in my car.” He mumbled, bowing his head in respect. “Pepper, such a pleasure to see you.”

“Come on in, alcoholic.” Her gaze was heavy, and Bucky shivered a little, carefully leaving his shoes near the door and scurrying away to the coach where Tony sat, nervously biting his fingers. “Well, do you wanna tell me something, huh? How many hookers have you brought here yesterday?”

Glancing to Tony and back to Pepper, Barnes suddenly realized his frenemy had been so drunk he had no hecking idea whether somebody really brought hookers to the motel - it was a total taboo, but once they got drunk they could barely control themselves. Once they literally woke up to a Santa Claus singing Jingle Bells in the tub in the middle of June because Tony missed Christmas.

Of course, Stark would never slip up the night before Pepper was coming back to town, but, apparently, she didn’t stay with her mom for as long as she planned, and Tony was royally fucked.

“I’ve asked you a question.”

And now Bucky was, too, if he didn’t think of something quick. Of course, he could tell her the truth, but it meant losing Tony completely, and Barnes didn’t want that. A real mafioso should have at least one strong enemy, right?

“I’m sorry, Pepper, but I don’t think there were any hookers here last night.” He said, carefully choosing words. “You see, first, Tony never allows us to. Second, we’re good Christians. We would never invite some hookers when we celebrated the birth of Clint’s daughter!”

As he got silent, enjoying the effect his words were having on Pepper, Bucky looked at the man sitting to his right, watching Tony’s eyes watering: it was definitely God himself who sent Barnes his way that morning, saving his from near death. Nothing would work better than this excuse. Clint and all Bucky’s guys were so drunk to the point they barely remembered what had happened, and it would be easy to convince them Tony and his gang came to see Barnes for something and ended up staying with all of them.

Besides, there was a nice bonus Bucky could add to make it work even better.

“By the way, Clint named her Natasha. That’s also the name of your mom, right?”

By the look on Tony’s face the man realized he was ready to sing.

“How did he know my mom’s name?” Pepper eyed Steve’s right hand distrustfully, but he could tell she was less irritated.

“Oh, you know, he and his wife couldn’t choose the name, so we started saying whatever names we knew, and Tony mentioned Natasha.”

For a second Bucky thought Stark was going to kiss him through excess of joy.

When he finally left the motel, getting his pack of beer given him by lovely Pepper who changed the anger to mercy, Tony ran out of the house after him, giving him a pat on the shoulder and whispering quietly, “I own you one, brother.”

Bucky sighed. Stark didn’t take the money.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #peter parker #peter parker x reader #winter soldier #mcu #crack fic #mcu fanfiction

[descendantofthesparrow]

Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 2 - preparations

*i realized today was Saturday and was like “oh holy shit time to post part 2!! so enjoy!* 

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*felt like doing another episode entrance to this so deal with it*

-a camera pans from Auradon to the isle of the lost, zooming in on a large ship that held the symbol of Harriet Hook, the camera zoom fades into Harriet watching her crew move around the deck, a small stack of papers in her hand-

Harriet glanced up suddenly as Xiaohui slid down from rope as she switched out with another member of the crew for lookout in the crow's nest “what ‘cha got there captain?” she hummed, stepping next to Harriet and leaning over to look at the papers.

“just stuff that king beasty sent me, something about guardians for the twins, Sammy, and CJ” Harriet muttered, folding the papers and shoving them into her inner jacket pocket. “apparently because im a legal adult” Xiaohui rose her brow in confusion and Harriet waved it off “Auradon thing I don’t know, but since I’m an adult, they think that I can be the twin's guardian and they are trying to see if I can be CJ’s at the same time since im her sister n stuff” Xiaohui nodded a bit and looked back at the crew, most of which was getting the new supplies of food and water into the lower decks for safekeeping.

“I’m slightly impressed that (y/n) girl actually kept her word” Xiaohui hummed, crossing her arms and leaning on Harriet a bit, who pushed her back with her shoulder “like only a week ago the king announced the new program for us getting better shit and its already in full effect.”

“I think (y/n) scares whoever's in charge of that stuff and made ‘em work faster” Harriet snorted, remembering when she had passed by the main market almost everyone was whispering about the Auradon girl that had kicked her father's ass and left him as an amputee.

“well, she sure scared the fuck out me when she went apeshit on your dad” Xiaohui chuckled, pushing off the rails of the ship and about to walk towards the crew as they began to head out for another shipment “so how long do you think it gonna be before they get the next group of kids off” Harriet looked off for a moment.

“well with the letter Harry sent me, they are aiming for at least within the month, and at most within the next two, but first they got to get the guardian shit out of the way first” Xiaohui nodded, glanced back at the crew then back at Harriet, “I think once we get over there, I’ll be able to help out with choosing more kids to come over to Auradon, Evie might have her heart in the right place but she hardly even knows any kids, I have a lot more tabs on everyone on here and will be able to help get those who need it more off first.”

Xiaohui nodded again, understanding that the crew would probably be left on the isle for a bit longer just to make sure everything was running smoothly on their side, to make sure no one ruined a single kids chances at getting a better life. “now go on, Im pretty sure Sammy’s about to trip over nothing there”

Xiaohui turned and sighed, running over to Sammy and catching his arm just as he stumbled forward, she chided him as they walked off the ship and towards the barges again to collect the last of their shipments.

Harriet let out a small sigh and took out the papers again, tapping her foot anxiously as she flipped through the “guardian” application copies that Ben had sent her just in case she wasn’t able to be the twins and CJ’s guardian, and they needed someone from Auradon to be their guardian.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Skipper Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sterling Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eugene Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sammy Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

Harriet raised her brow at the repeat of applicants, especially the Wendy Darling one, considering she dealt with her father and uncle Smee first hand. Though (y/n) had written on the blank side of the applications that Wendy had applied for that exact reason.

She folded away the Smee papers and looked at her little sister's Guardian application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Calista Jane Hook - parent; James Hook

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eric & Ariel Barnes, Tiana Maldon’

Once again Wendy Darling and freaking King Eric and Queen Ariel had applied to be a guardian of her “family” Harriet sighed again and let her hands drop to her thighs, staring off at nothing as she thought about the upcoming future.

She broke out of her trance as a sheepish Dizzy stepped onto the deck, hands clenching tightly to her denim jacket “um…Harriet?” she squeaked, stepping forward a bit as Celia, Dr.Facilier daughter, pushed her towards Harriet “I-I was wondering if there was anything about…me in those papers King Ben sent you?”

Harriet brought up the papers again and flipped through them, nodding as she spotted Dizzy’s name on a guardian application and a blue envelope “yeah” Harriet muttered, handing the envelope to Dizzy and glancing back down at the application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Dizzy Tremaine - parent; Drizella Tremaine

Guardian applicant(s) - Ella Charming, Fairy Godmother, Anita Radcliffe’

She handed the younger VK the application a moment later and the girl gasped as she read the names of the people who signed up to be her guardian “Cinderella? Fairy Godmother??” she squeaked, crunching the papers in her hand as Celia walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder “why would they-holy moly!!!”

“please just say fuck” Celia laughed, snatching the application from Dizzy and looking it over, curling her lip at all the other information details under the main application script. “wow that’s a lot of shit do to”

The guardian applicants had to fill out most of their information, sign waivers, and multiple other things just to be the guardian of a singular kid.

“oh, Harriet?” Harriet looked up at the call of her name and raised her brow as Dizzy held out the letter she had gotten from Evie, pointing at the back of it “there's some stuff for you on the back of the letter”

She grabbed it from Dizzy and started to read, not recognizing the handwriting but it had been signed by (y/n).

-Hey Harriet, so real quick all I need you to do is pick out who YOU would want to be your fams guardians (aka CJ, the twins, and Sammy) and we’ll pick out who we think is best with your opinion in mind. the kids are never obligated to interact with their guardians but I thought you would be more comfortable knowing exactly who the guardians were.

There are two pieces of blank paper in the envelope with Dizzy’s name on it, one for Dizzy to write back to Evie and one for you to write to me.

-see you soon, (y/n) (l/n)

Ps. Gil and Harry scream-said “hi”-

 Harriet snorted at the last bit and folded the letter back up and gave it back to Dizzy “ey Dizzy” the younger vk looked up at her with wide eyes, Celia peeking over her shoulder “who would you rather be your guardian, Cinderella, FG, or that Anita chick?” Dizzy looked off for a moment then shrugged.

“um, I don’t know?...I guess which everyone Evie picks out is okay?” Dizzy gave a slightly uncomfortable grin before jumping as Harriet's crew started to return and lug the last of the new supplies abord. “oh, um, I have to go, bye!” Before she could leave, Harriet grabbed Dizzy’s shoulder and grabbed the envelope from her, taking out one of the blank papers then letting the vk go on her way. Dizzy and Celia turned on their heels and raced off the ship, Dizzy’s letter from Evie clenched tightly in her hand.

Harriet hummed to herself and lifted the papers again, looking at the notes next to the guardian applicants that (y/n) had put.

She made eye contact with Xiaohui and nodded at her, the girl nodding back and taking command of the ship as Harriet moved to go into the captain's quarters. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as Xiaohui took command, he might have been the first mate but he was horrible at being in control of things.

Harriet sat down at her creaky old cherrywood desk, grabbed a pen, and started to write.

-

“im still surprised that we actually got more people signing up to be guardians for the vks” you chuckled setting down the copy of Dizzy’s file and leaning back on Bens desk “I mean, almost all of them are repeats for the first round but my point still stands” Ben smiled and nodded.

“yeah, something about since the first round went well enough that people are not as averse to being guardians for the vks” Ben signed off a paper with a flourish of his wrist and set it aside. “though we might have to figure out something else as we go along, I don’t think there are enough adults in Auradon to claim every single kid on the isle, even if one person can claim two kids”

You sighed and nodded, rubbing the side of your head slightly “yeah, and at some point, we need to figure out another way to transfer kids off safely without having to go through the whole ‘guardian’ thing, because eventually, we will run out of guardians”

Gil, who had joined you and Ben for today's ‘vk shit’ meeting, looked up from his bowl of grapes “oh this reminds me of when Harry and I went to the animal shelter with Carlos, and-and um, there was a bunch of rooms for the cats n dogs n stuff and Carlos asked something about chips and the lady said that as long as the worker was licensed, they could claim the animal” he looked back down at his snack as you and Ben looked at him with wide eyes “what?”

“that-that was the weirdest thing you have ever said” you laughed, shaking your head a bit and crossing your legs at the ankles. Ben smiled at the blonde-haired vk and turned back to his papers, then popped his head back up with sparkling eyes and a wide grin.

“THAT’S IT!” you and Gil jumped slightly at his suddenly loud voice. Ben stood and pointed at Gil “Gil that is brilliant!”

You and Gil looked to each other then back at Ben “Ben please tell me you didn’t get an idea from Gil's weird rambling?” you laughed, leaning back a bit as Ben's grinning face turned to you. “you did….what is it then?”

“A shelter for vks!!!” Ben exclaimed, bouncing on his heels as he moved away from his desk and towards a large blue painted filing cabinet to the left of his desk. “here in Auradon! And I have just the place for it!!! And-and we can start an organization just for people to be guardians for vks! And we can figure out a system to have one person be responsible for multiple kids so we’ll never run out of them!” he rushed back to his desk and threw a set of building blueprints along with the deeds to the building.

You looked over the papers, raising your brows as you realized you were looking at a large castle that was written in Bens name “that…doesn’t sound like a bad idea?” you laughed, picking up the blueprints as Gil pawed at the deed. “in my world there's a thing called orphanages or foster systems, they kinda suck but usually there is one or two people in charge or responsible for sometimes over twenty kids, so this could work for our vks if we do it correctly and get good people” Ben grinned and nodded, grabbing the paper from you and shaking it in his hands.

“and-and! This castle, which was my parents, is in my name! I can do whatever I want with it! Let's turn it into the shelter! It's near the ocean too so these kids can see the real ocean every day and go swimming or build sandcastles whenever they want!!! And-and during the summer! Or warm days! I can hire people to take the kids on boat rids or-or!” you laughed and set your hands on Ben’s shoulders, calming him down a bit.

“Ben! Amazing ideas, love them, let's take it one step at a time, first we get Harriet and the others off” you gestured to the stack of papers for the six vks that held their information “then we start working on the shelter and the guardian organization, not baby steps, just one step at a time” Ben took a deep breath and nodded, the grin still wide on his face

“then let's finish up! All that’s left is choosing their guardians! Then we can send the limo next week!!!” he set down the castle blueprints and picked up two of the vk folders, handing you and Gil the last three “we got no time to lose!”

-

Celia slyly glanced up from her cards as Dizzy danced around her grandmother's hair salon, her aunt and mother busy working on some client's hair as Dizzy swept up the fallen locks. “now Diz” Anastasia, Dizzy’s aunt started to speak, the young vk immediately stopping in her little chore and looking to her “remember, while there will be people there that will accept you with open arms there will inevitably be people that will be out to hurt you” Dizzy’s shoulders dropped at the reminder and slowly nodded “that doesn’t mean we don’t want you going, it just means that even in Auradon it's not a fully safe space, there will always be assholes in every place” the clients ignored the surprisingly supportive talk from Anastasia and looked down at their torn magazines.

Dizzy sighed and nodded again “I understand” Dizzy smiled, starting on her chores again, though with less energy than she had a moment before. Celia looked away from Dizzy and shuffled her cards, laying them out on the table in front of her and closing her eyes, focusing her energy on Dizzy and hovering her hand over the cards.

In her mind's eye, three cards seemed to glow. She quickly picked them out and flipped them over to show their art. Celia opened her eyes, and looked at the first card, which symbolized Dizzy’s past.

The reversed fool. Celia furrowed her brows; Dizzy had been taken advantage of? When? Then again, Celia hummed looking to the next card, this was the isle, being taken advantage of was a daily thing, especially for someone like Dizzy who sometimes could be a bit airheaded.

The next card, which symbolized Dizzy’s present, was the upright chariot. Dizzy was heading in the right direction then huh? She was going to Auradon soon after all. Celia looked to the last card, which symbolized Dizzy’s future.

The upright sun. Celia nodded again, Dizzy’s adventures in Auradon would be successful then, all the more reason to see if she could stay on Dizzy’s good side even after she left for Auradon so that maybe one day Celia could have that success as well.

“watcha doin?” Dizzy asked suddenly, peeking over Celia’s shoulder as the younger VK jumped and threw herself over her cards. Celia looked back at Dizzy with a pout.

“if you have to know” Celia sighed, pushing off the table and gesturing to the now strewn about cards. “I was reading your fortune, I got curious” Dizzy hummed at that and kneeled next to Celia slightly, looking at the cards that were still facing up.

“what do they mean?” Dizzy asked, picking up the upright chariot and tilting it in her hands.

“just stuff from your past, present, and future. Your past is not the best, your present is going in the right direction, and your future is bright, that’s basically what those say” Celia held out her hand, Dizzy setting the card and a few coins in her hand “uh-“ Dizzy grinned.

“well you did read my fortune, and I remember you said you never read without a payment!” Celia stared at Dizzy as the girl skipped over to her chalkboard with all her chores on it and checked off the sweeping chore. Then she started cleaning the windows, picking up a rag and a spray bottle with a blue liquid chemical in it.

Celia watched for a moment before looking at Dizzy’s aunt and mother, who finished up with their last clients and sent them along, getting their payment and reminding Dizzy to close up properly as they went upstairs to the family's apartment.

“Hey, Diz” Celia started, fixing up her cards and putting them into her hip cardholder. The older vk hummed and turned to look at Celia “you…you aren’t gonna forget me once you get to Auradon…will you?” Celia, while her original intentions with Dizzy were ill-intentioned and she just wanted to get a leg up on a future in Auradon by being friends with the vk that had connections already, but Dizzy was just that kinda person you couldn’t be fake around, and Celia had come to genuinely care for her.

Dizzy’s face bloomed into a bright smile that could blind the sun and she set down her rag and bottle, skipping over to Celia and hugging her tightly. Celia froze at the sign of affection and moved to push Dizzy off but stopped herself as Dizzy pulled back and shook her head “of course not! Once I get to Auradon I’ll make sure you’ll be the next one off, just after me! I would never leave you here willingly.” Celia felt her nose and eyes burn and she quickly twisted around, wiping her face as Dizzy giggled.

“sap” Celia chuckled, letting out a small breath as Dizzy slammed into her and wrapped her arms around Celia, shaking them around a bit “hey hey come on” Dizzy giggled again and released the young shadow witch, skipping back over to the rag and bottle and resuming her chores.

Celia let a smile grow on her face as she bopped her head to the song Dizzy started to hum as she took out her pocket watch and checked the time. “oh shit it's late, I got errands to do, bye dizzy!” Celia grabbed her bag and bolted out the salon door, rushing towards the market to grab a couple of things for her “boss”

Well, less boss and more someone who just hired her to grab stuff for him because he was a hermit and didn’t like going outside his little underground hidey-hole.

Celia skidded to a stop as she spotted the short ombre blue hair of Hadie, the son of Hades. Aka the son of her “boss”. Hadie was a tall, oddly buff, blue ombre haired, punk-styled villain kid, the oldest on the isle at that at, being born before Hades had been shipped off to the isle.

“hey,” she muttered, reaching around him and grabbing a couple of peaches, that were not bruised thanks to the fresh shipments that were coming as of late, from in front of the much larger vk. Hadie glanced down at her and opened his messenger bag, allowing Celia to dump the fruit into it. “what’ca here for?”

“stuff” Hadie simply replied in his usual dry tone, following Celia as she started to travel the merchant stands, grabbing what Hades had requested from her and letting her dumb the items into his messenger bag.

One of the merchants, which Celia had stolen from before on her own time, sneered at her, flinching back as the spotted Hadie just behind her just staring at him. The merchant looked away as Celia took two cans of corn and dumped them into Hadie’s bag, skipping away with the older vk following her.

“why does he let her do that?” one of the market keeps whispered to their friend, who shrugged and looked back down at her stock of oranges.

“dunno, but it keeps the creeps off of her and keeps a fight from breaking out so who am I to care?” Hadie glanced at them but kept pace behind Celia, scrunching his nose slightly as one of the merchants leered towards Celia, the merchant reeling back as Hadie flashed his pocket knife.

Celia smirked to herself knowing that Hadie was subtly protecting her as she picked up things for his dad, and with a snatch of some packs of water, she was done for the day. “come on!” she yelled back towards Hadie, who grabbed a small pack of blueberries and followed after her, digging his key to the opening of the mineshafts that lead to his dad's lair out of his pocket. Celia bounced on her heels as Hadie opened the gate and followed him inside.

The two foregoed the bicycle contraption and just walked down the length of the tunnel that lead to the main area, Hadie taking one of the water packs from Celia and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

He ignored the echoing bark that blasted in his ear as he passed by a speaker that his dad made him set up a couple of years ago to keep trespassers out. He and Celia finally made it to the main living area and Celia skipped down the wooden steps, setting one of the water packs on the large metal table in the next room.

Hades looked away from the fading tv and raised his brow as Hadie let Celia snatch the bag from around his neck and take out the items she had taken from the market. “you get everything kids?” Hades teased, standing and walking over to the vks, ruffling his son's hair and laughing a bit as the just shorter Hadie smacked his hand away. “yep” Celia nodded, turning and holding out her hand to Hades, who dug into his jacket, pulled out a small red velvet pouch, and dropped it into her hand, Celia tugged it open as Hadie reached around her to grab a small peach and moved to plop into his dad's makeshift minecart seat. Celia nodded five rubies and several silver coins. “pleasure making business with cha’” Celia held out her hand, grinning as Hades gave it an exaggerated shake and skipped out of the lair, leaving the two gods behind.

She skipped all the way back to the hair salon and moved into the alleyway just next to Hades restaurant. Celia knocked a specific rhythm on the spray-painted door with the words ‘Pa Deranje’ on them. As it slid open Celia slipped through and ran into the quiet arcade her dad manned when school was out for the summer.

“Daddy~!” Celia cheered, running towards her father as he spotted her and held out his hands to lift her up and around.

“Cher~!” he called back, setting her back on her feet and wrapping his arms around her shoulder “so how was the hussle tonight?”

Celia grinned and held up the red velvet bag, her father grinning and holding out his hand. Celia dropped it into his palm and sat down at his fortune reading table, gasping happily at the steaming bowl of food that was resting in front of her.

Her father gestured for her to eat as he dug into the bag, nodding to himself as he saw the inside. He took out the silver coins and set them in front of Celia, stashing the rubies away for safekeeping as they were a higher currency on the isle.

“mmmhmm!” Celia hummed happily around her food, kicking her legs as she took another full bite of the soup-like meal. “what is this?!”

“good ol’ Gumbo my dear” Facilier took a seat in front of her and dug into his own bowl of Gumbo. “found all I needed to make it with at the market, thanks to those shipments” Facilier laughed at his daughter as she eagerly downed the gumbo, reaching out slightly to slow her “now slow down there cher, it’s a bit strong” Celia glanced at him and obeyed, setting the bowl back down and swallowing her current mouthful of food. “now after this you head straight to bed, it’s almost nine am and you’ve been up since eight yesterday” Celia went to object but stopped as her father gave her a look.

“fine” she pouted, smiling behind her bowl as he nodded and reached out to tweak her ear.

The two finished their “dinner” in comfortable silence, Celia finished first and stood from the table, giving her dad a quick kiss and hug before running up to the apartment where she and her dad stayed.

Facilier sighed and took the two empty bowls and followed Celia up the apartment, counting down from 5 and nodding as the telltale sign of Celia’s room door closing sounded just as he reached 0.

While the isle was just a bit better nowadays, thanks to the program that Hooks sons girl had started, he still hoped one day his little girl would be in Auradon one day and never have to worry about where her next meal would come from.

“one day cher” Facilier whispered to himself, setting his top hat on the hat rack and moving to his room “one day you’ll get your cut.”

-end of part 2-

here it is! part 2!!! hope yall liked it, and yes, Dr.Facilier is a good dad, i liked that in the OG D3 so thats what i kept, Hades is kinda an asshole but Hadie is Persephone's kid he’s gonna love and tease the young punk looking god to death, Dizzy's aunt is kinda nice, grandma still ain't but Anastasia was redeemed twice in the Cinderella sequels. anyway yeah tell me what u think and i hoped yall liked! part 3 next Saturday! 

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Hi! What are your thoughts about OUAT.

That’s a complex, layered answer because my feelings for OUaT are very complex. The short of it is that, obsession and love level wise, this was my Shadowhunters before Shadowhunters existed as a show. I completely loved and adored this show, I watched every episode as soon as it came out, with a single-minded focus (as in: normally, when watching TV, I use the show as a background noise to my writing. There is only a select handful of TV shows that ever managed to get my full, undivided attention of me turning all else off to only focus on the show).

I love OUaT to bits and pieces. However, much like Shadowhunters, it was far from a flawless show. Very, very, very far. Seriously, it’s an absolute mess in many aspects but damn do I love it.

It appeals to many of the things I love. For one, classic Disney movies. For another, fairy tales - but the very specific niche genre of fairy tale crossovers, which is just... my biggest weakness, possibly. Thirdly, characters you can get invested in and love to bits and pieces.And fourth, shipping.

This is one of the incredibly small, tiny pool of shows where I absolutely adore the canon ships, not just in a “daw it’s cute enough” way that makes me accept that it is The Canon Ship That’s Happening, but in a way that has me actively invested in and rooting for those absolute dumbasses. And. Not just one ship, usually it’s like “huh I am surprisingly invested in this one ship”, but - Rumpel/Belle, Hook/Emma, David/Snow?? Yes, please, inject it into my veins.

Though also just as attached to my non-canon ships - REGINA/EMMA FOR LIFE, Ruby/Snow, Hook/David. And that duality of being really invested in the non-canon ships but still absolutely loving the canon ships? That is... completely and entirely unique to OUaT for me. Never happened outside this show.

I adore that this show did one of the things that I complained Descendants didn’t - it respects Snow White, the very first Disney princess, and puts her front and center. Never-ever made sense to me that Descendants just went “uuuh we at random picked Belle to rule all the kingdoms because I dunno the head writer loves Beauty and the Beast the most”... Snow White was Disney’s very first and I do think she deserves more respect.

The things they did with her! They made her an actual active heroine. Not a little girl hiding out in the woods. They explored possibilities and turned her into a total badass, who never lost the main qualities of Disney’s Snow White though. Her nurturing, loving, gentle soul. That is what I adore about her, because very often when trying to portray strong female characters, media removes their softness, makes them hardened to make them a badass.

Regina and Emma have such a brilliant canon dynamic - even beyond the fanon ship. The way they mended and grew together and became friends. The growth, the softness, the shared custody. I love them.

And with both Regina and Rumpel, I love the day they gradually progressed from “main antagonist from season 1″ to “part of the family”. This show is a found family feast.

It wasn’t flawless. It had some pacing issues, in my opinion. Like the Peter Pan arc was too long. They went hiking for like 12 episodes. That one still sticks with me as having bored me. And I also do think it was a huge mistake to make Peter Pan, one of Disney’s heroes a villain. He was a great villain and his actor absolutely killed it, don’t get me wrong, but in the context of Disney canon, it was a bit jarring.

The same is to be said about Arthur. Don’t take King Arthur, of all people, and turn him into a jackass. That didn’t sit right with me and I think that could, and should, have been handled differently.

As a huge fan of Wizard of Oz canon, I have mixed feelings about Zelina. She was kind of a joke most of the time, her raping Robin was not good at all (beeecause that’s what it is when you shapeshift into the person the other one loves and then have sex with them under pretense to get yourself pregnant), but in the end it - and her - fit relatively well into all of this.

Was completely wasted for the entire Frozen arc, but even I, someone who loathes that movie with a burning passion, genuinely enjoyed the way the show was trying to fix it? Answer all the unanswered question the movie left and actually tie it into the Snow Queen fairy tale? Like, that was a feast and I love that they did that. Also Ingrid was hot and checked all my boxes so there’s that.

In the same way, I adore what they did with Ursula. That they took the scraped canon of Ursula being Triton’s sister and worked with that and that they in the end decided to redeem her too - though I am still very disappointed that we never got to see Ursula actually interact with Ariel at all. That’d have been so interesting. (Also, I admit, they went really overkill with having three Ursulas. Regina pretending to be Ursula, Ursula the ancient golden statue goddess and the actual Ursula, daughter of Poseidon).

I love Hades. I love Greg Germann’s take on Hades. He absolutely killed it. The whole underworld story was incredibly awesome to me personally - though I know others didn’t like that half-season as much. But I really dug that.

I think that it started to fizz out after that though and that after the underworld storyline, they probably should have drawn it to a close, because... after everything, after five whole seasons of watching redemption and working hard to make up for the things you did in the past, they really just decided “and now Regina is gonna physically split off her Evil Queen”... and made that Evil Queen the villain. That felt insanely repetitive of season 1 and like a set-back for Regina.

(The second half of that season didn’t go better because honestly that whole nonsense with “not only is Rumpel the son of Peter Pan, nope, now we bring in his mom the Evil Fairy”, featuring the very overused trope of “baby is magically aged up to be a character who can contribute to the plot”... Not the best.)

Also I refuse to acknowledge the existence of that reboot season. It’s bullshit is what it is. The show had the perfect ending. And then they immediately slapped a reboot onto it... why? If they had taken their time, wait ten years until nostalgia for the show kicks in and the actors all need work again, and do a proper “now Henry goes through shit”, that’d have actually been interesting, but... the moment I saw “so... we keep half the main cast, break up some OTPs, don’t age the adults up but age Henry up and also there is now a second Cinderella”, I knew that’s not gonna be good.

Seriously, the second Cinderella is what really fucked it over for me. What I loved about OUaT was that it gave very specific rules to its universe.

The Author documents the tales. The Author gives them their spin. But they are still the same tale. Be that the Brothers Grimm, who documented Cinderella, or then Walt Disney, it was still Cinderella, from the Enchanted Forest. Their stories were simply written down.

That they then, in the reboot season, went “well, actually There Are Many Cinderellas!!” completely contradicts the previously established rules of this world? Because yes, the concept very similar to Cinderella actually exists in many cultures - and that was the cool thing of OUaT’s take, because pressumably that is because the Author was in said culture at said time and documented the tale, as is the Author’s job.

Especially since it was so... unnecessary? I mean, they gave Rapunzel one half-assed episode in the past, they never tackled Gold Mary, they could have shown what became of Hänsel and Gretel now also grown up, etc. There were other unused characters that could have been brought in instead of throwing the rules out of the window.

But moving on from that; I love that they didn’t limit themselves to Disney movies - that they did prominently put Red Riding Hood (my favorite fairy tale character) in there, that they worked with mythology as well as books.

One thing they absolutely fucked up was their spin-off though. Once Upon a Time in Wonderland. They made that. They decided that, out of everything touched upon in the series, Alice’s tale should get a spin-off... and then they didn’t use any of the actual characters?

Alice herself never got an appearance in OUaT, not prior or after the spin-off (only very much later in the reboot season, with a different Alice)

They had the Queen of Hearts on OUaT, but they didn’t use her as the main antagonist, or at least a huge deal, on Wonderland

They had the freaking Mad Hatter on OUaT, but he doesn’t even have a single cameo on Wonderland

And don’t give me “Seb Stan was too busy!”, because... even then, they could have recast. The Mad Hatter is kind of a big part of Alice in Wonderland, but... they ignored the majority of what is important in AiW in general, so there is that

They named the Red Queen Anastasia and very heavily implied that yes, the Anastasia who was the stepsister of Cinderella - but when OUaT’s original Cinderella got her stepsisters introduced, they suddenly had entirely different names than the Disney stepsisters and of course it wasn’t the same actress either

They introduced Jafar (for some reason) in Wonderland. And then recast him when Aladdin was tackled on OUaT and never addressed any of the things that happened on Wonderland, especially not how Jafar was the son of the sultan which would technically make him Jasmine’s brother

It was nearly dumb to move Will Scarlet to OUaT after the spin-off was axed, because at that point they legit just ignored Wonderland as a whole so this acknowledgment felt very off. But then it’s Michael Socha and I love him so I ain’t gonna complain about that.

So yes, I have mild issues with how they made a spin-off that had basically no inpact on the show, despite many elements that should have crossed over and carried significance in both shows.

Lastly, because we’re on the topic of spin-offs, I still would absolutely kill for a spin-off about Mulan, Merida and Ruby. Those three, exploring the Enchanting Forest together, training together, being gay together, it was the best thing. Which does force me to mention the gay. Because... Mulan was canonically in love with Aurora and when they set her up to find Ruby and journey with her, it came really off as them trying to make Mulan/Ruby happen. Then they introduce Merida, a very famously single princess, and you start to wonder. But in the end, it’s Ruby who ends up with Dorothy, aka two characters not associated with Disney. And it makes you wonder. (It doesn’t. We all know Disney is hugely homophobic. We all know OUaT most likely had some Disney executive yelling at them for even implying one of their characters may be gay. So they backtracked to give the wlw storyline to two characters that weren’t Disney property.)

Ah, I don’t like ending things on a negative note so one last positive - as weirdly as the Dark Swan arc was handled at parts, I absolutely love that Emma’s name being Swan really did pay off in making her the Swan Princess in the end and giving a nudge to Swan Lake with the Dark Swan. That was such a cool pay-off of something as small as a last name.

So, to sum it up, there’s some flaws in the writing, some things I wish would have been explored more, but overall good gods do I love and adore this TV show.

#Once Upon a Time #Once Upon a Time in Wonderland #Disney #Anonymous

[thejacketandthehook]

The Art of Pretending 5/?

Title: The Art of Pretending 5/?

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary:  Killian Jones needs a family and needs one now. In order to impress his boss, Killian hires a single mother and her son to pretend to be his wife and son for the weekend. Nothing can go wrong, right?

Rating: Teen (for language)

Words:  16,587

Author’s Notes: Hello all! Here is my submission for the @captainswanmoviemarathon! This is based off of the Lifetime movie, “Borrowed Hearts,” starring Eric McCormack and Roma Downey. The movie came out in 1997, and I consider it to be one of the first made-for-tv Christmas movies.

A couple of years ago I was watching it and thought this would be a fantastic scenario for our favorite Captain and Savior. I wrote it and then stopped, and then started it again, only to stop again. When I saw this movie marathon, I knew instantly this was the movie I wanted to do and I wanted to make sure that I finished it this time.

I hope you enjoy it!

A30

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

And because she asked, @kmomof4. I’m so glad you’re enjoying this! 

“So it has come to our attention that perhaps a dinner between the three of you would be a good idea.”

Emma looked over at Killian who was looking up at Regina, like an obedient student following the teacher’s instructions. She then looked over at Henry, who was playing with his napkin. Okay, maybe he wasn’t playing with it as much as he was trying to get it to lay smoothly across his lap.

“Great idea,” Emma replied looking up at Regina. And it was a great idea, honestly, when David first brought it up to her. This way they can take care of all the details. All the small things that form when people spend a lot of time together, hashing out the particulars.

And the fact that they were eating hamburgers at Killian’s fancy ass dining room table made the whole juxtaposition that much funnier to Emma for some reason.

“I agree,” Killian piped up, taking the napkin off the table and placing it across his lap before reaching for the mustard bottle. “This way we can—”

“You like mustard on your hamburger?” Emma asked, probably more forcibly than she should have.

Killian looked at her before he finally grabbed onto the bottle. Opening it up with one hand, he replied, “Aye. Is that a deal breaker?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I just don’t think…I’ve ever met anyone who prefers mustard on their burger as opposed to ketchup.”

“I don’t like ketchup.”

Emma was squeezing the bottle itself when he made that declaration, and she almost squirted it all over herself. “How can you not like ketchup?”

“I just don’t.”

“I thought that we could discuss other kinds of details about ourselves,” Regina sighed, “then what condiments you liked on your food.”

“Right. Okay,” Emma replied placing the bottle back on the table before putting the top bun on top. She passed the bottle to Henry, who took it gladly. “So. What kind of questions?”

“How long have you two been married?”

“Ten years,” Killian replied at the same time Emma replied, “Twelve years.”

Regina raised an eyebrow. “These are the kind of details I’m talking about, Ms. Swan.”

“Mrs. Jones,” David piped up, his mouth full of burger.

“What?” Killian asked, leaning forward.

“You’re not going to be ‘Ms. Swan,’ for the weekend, you’re going to be ‘Mrs. Jones.’”

“Oh,” Emma took her glass of soda and quickly took a sip. Why the idea of losing her last name (even temporarily) was something that made her want to blush was not something that she wanted to think about too deeply. “‘Course, yeah. Right.”

“Is this a problem, Mrs. Jones?” Regina asked pointedly.

“Nope. No problem at all,” she weakly responded.

“Do I have to change my name?” Henry piped up.

“Only for the weekend,” Regina said a nicer tone. At least Regina was nice to her kid, Emma thought. She had that going for her. “For that one weekend, you’re going to be Henry Jones. Is that alright?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, sounds good.” He then took a bite of his burger, the ketchup falling out of the other side. “What else do we need to know?”

“Okay,” Regina looked at Henry before giving an almost warm smile. “Henry, where was your favorite vacation?”

“Disney World!” he replied happily, bouncing in his seat. “I met Mickey Mouse and Peter Pan and Cinderella!” He then jumped up out of his chair and held out his arm, like he was holding a sword at the end. “Peter Pan was standing in front of the sign—”

“Adventureland sign,” Emma added, giving a small smile to Regina and Killian, who, she couldn’t help but notice, was intrigued with her son’s story and was actually looking at him when he spoke.

“Right, that sign. Anyway, we were walking along, and Peter Pan came out and said to me ‘Any pirates come this way?’ And I—” He looked at his mother, not sure on how to continue. “Mom? What did I say?”

“You cried, Henry,” she said with a chuckle. She looked at the adults at the table and informed them of the details Henry was leaving out. “Henry was like three at the time, and Peter Pan came out of nowhere. He got scared.”

“Oh, right. I got scared.” Henry sat back down before picking up his burger. “Anyway, I liked Disney World.”

“Okay,” Regina smiled before looking at a notepad next to her plate. She was using a knife and fork to eat. Figures. “Let’s see. Now, you should know some details about each other. Just in case.”

Just in case. Emma has heard those words so many times over the course of the week she’s ready to scream. “Like what?”

“Family.”

Emma gestures to Henry. “You’re looking at it.”

“She means more than that, love,” Killian piped up, before sipping on his rum.

“I’m not your love,” she replied more harshly than she should have. “And that’s it. Just Henry.”

Killian looked at her, his eyes wide before asking in almost a dumbfounded way, “You don’t have anyone else?”

“Mommy’s an—” Henry starts to say before Emma cuts him off.

Emma, herself, however, looked down at her plate and asked, “Do we really need to get into all of this? I thought this Mr. Woodman guy was only staying for forty-eight hours. I don’t think he needs to know my life story.”

“Normally, I would say you were right, Emma,” David says as he wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin. “But we want to make sure that we’ve covered every spot. That includes,” he pauses before looking at her, “backstories.”

“No.” Emma puts her napkin next to her plate. That’s all she says before she pushes back her chair and gets up from the table, walking towards…well, she’s not really sure until she feels the cold air biting at her cheeks and realizes that her thin long sleeve shirt is not appropriate for the outdoors in December.

But she can’t do this. She can’t have a virtual stranger know her story. No way. Yes, she’s attracted to Killian, she won’t deny that. But one kiss in the badly lit hallway does not mean that he gets to know her story. That he gets to know her. Besides, after the weekend is over, Henry and Emma will walk out of Killian’s life, and this Mr. Woodman guy will never see either of them again. So why does everyone need to know her story for one lousy weekend?

“My father abandoned my brother and I.”

Emma quickly turned around and saw Killian leaning against one of the pillars leading up to his front door. He was so casual about it, she was sure that she misheard him, because there was no way that he just—

“What?”

He looks up at her before straightening himself and walking closer to her. “My father abandoned my brother and I. I was seven years old when I woke one morning and he was gone.”

Her mind is racing from the conversation inside and now this one, that she shakes her head because she just can’t keep up with these conversations. “That’s, um –”

Because what do you say in reply to that?

“I’m telling you this,” he says, taking a step closer, though remaining a distance away from her, “because I want you to know that you don’t need to share your story if you’re not comfortable. I get it. I had a horrible childhood, but I don’t think Mr. Woodman is going to quiz us about it.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Killian—”

“I know that I’m asking a lot, but knowing your backstory…that’s obviously private, and I don’t need to know it for this weekend. So,” he shrugs, “we make something up. If you want.”

“Make up my backstory?”

He nods. “Yeah. In case Marco asks. I don’t think he will, but you know. Something for us. Just in case.”

She huffs. “I’m so sick of those three words.”

He chuckles. “I know. Me too.” He looks at her for a second, and Emma thinks about that night, two years ago. It was clear that they made a connection, even if it was just lust. But it seems that they’re making another one right now. “I can’t do this without you. And I know you’re getting paid, and I know you don’t feel right about it—”

“Oh, I’m definitely taking your money. There’s no way that I’m not.”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “Of course. But you need to be comfortable about this.”

“Just like you need to be comfortable with your furniture being moved around,” she retorts.

He stills for a moment, asking, “How did you…” He sighs. “David.”

She nods. “Yeah, he and his wife are not great at keeping secrets. FYI.”

“I hope they can keep one for a weekend,” he mutters.

Emma crosses her arms, rubbing them as she says, “I’m sure they can.”

He looks at her for saying, “Bloody hell, you must be freezing.” Before she can say anything in response, he takes off his zipped up sweater and stepping closer, places it against her shoulders.

“You don’t have to—You’re going to be cold.”

He takes a step back. “Ah, the cold doesn’t bother me.”

She shakes her head before replying, “Okay, Elsa.”

He grins. “That’s my sister-in-law’s name.”

She smiles now, like she can’t believe it. “Get out. I didn’t think there was anyone actually named Elsa.”

“Oh yeah. When they met, my brother asked her if she wanted to let it go.”

She starts laughing before saying, “Oh God, no! He didn’t!”

“He did!” he laughs along with her. “She almost punched him! I was dying.”

“And she married him?”

He smirks. “Well, the Jones Brothers have a way with the ladies.”

She snorts as she shakes her head. “I think you just think you have a way with the ladies.”

He takes a step closer and gives a wicked grin. “I have a memory from two years ago that disputes that, love.”

Emma looks to side and scoffs, hoping that he thinks the redness in her cheeks is nothing more than the wind. Clearing her throat (and her mind from the memories from that night), instead she replies, “Listen, I’ll help you out. ‘Cause I’m nice like that,” she gives a big smile and he grins back. “But my private life is that. Private.”

“Duly noted, love. If he asks, and he won’t, but if he does, just make something up.”

She agrees, muttering a “Yeah,” under her breath. She looks back at the house and sees Henry looking out the window. She gives him a small wave, and he waves back before she turns to Killian. “Thanks. For coming out and for…” She clears her throat. “I’m sorry. About your dad. That…that sucks.”

He breaths out heavily before looking away, putting his thumbs through the loopholes of his belt. “Thanks.”

He holds his elbow out for her to take and leads them to the door as he says, “Oh, by the way, my favorite color is blue. Just in case.”

Emma chuckles and for the first time this began thinks that maybe everything will be alright in the end.

~*~

Marco Woodman was due to arrive by Friday, December 20 at 6:00pm local time. Killian kept looking at the calendar. It was Thursday, December 19, 9:00 am local time and Killian has already panicked. This was going to end in disaster. He just knew it. Not because of Emma or Henry, no. Of that he was certain. He has spent the equivalent of six hours with them (more than that if he counts how much he and Emma have messaged each other), and he knows that he has nothing to worry about when it comes to either of them. Henry’s a great kid and Emma…

No, he’s not worried about them. He’s worried about himself. Killian may be a lot of things, but he does not like to lie or be deceitful. What you see is what you get, that’s Killian’s motto. He may have some skeletons in his closet, to be sure, but nothing that would be deemed absolutely horrible. Mostly bad mistakes and things he wishes he could have done differently.

But this whole situation with Emma and Marco…He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like lying. He’s sure that he will be the one to mess up; he’s so sure that he’ll say or do the wrong thing and blow his chances of ever getting to run the corporation in London.

33 hours. But you know, who’s counting? :p

Killian smiles at the text from Emma. Ever since her minor…well, panic attack basically, she’s gotten a tiny bit more open with him. And he likes it. She’s funny, and incredibly intelligent, and….

Well, it’s nice having someone in the same boat as him. True that she doesn’t have the same outcome as him, but she’s also pretending here. Anyway, it’s just nice having someone in his corner.

He types back. Aye. Not like anything big is happening, right?

I think the Mets are playing

Love, I don’t follow baseball, and even I know they don’t play in the winter.

Argh! I was trying to go for a joke

Anyway, Henry and I will arrive tomorrow at your place at ETA 4:00

You can’t get there earlier??

Dude I have work and he has school. You’re lucky it’s 4:00 and not later

Please don’t be late.

I’m going to ignore that because we haven’t been late once

How come you end every sentence with a period? You know you’re not writing a paper right?

Because I like it.

Period.

Weirdo

He laughs before putting his phone back on his desk. His secretary, a young man named Arthur who, while good at his job, needs to learn the meaning of the word ‘humble,’ pops his head in. “David is here for you,” he says.

Killian waves him in and Arthur closes to door behind David. He looks back to make sure the door is closed before asking, “You ready for tomorrow?”

He nods. “Aye. I believe so. I’m so bloody nervous, though.”

David laughs before sitting in the seat opposite Killian. “Why?”

“Oh, it’s just my future on the line, nothing more.”

“Killian, they’re going to be fine.”

“I know.”

“And so are you.”

He pauses. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Killian releases a breath before looking at his watch. “32 and a half hours to go.”

“Stop worrying. It’s like a damn rocking chair.”

Killian raised an eyebrow. “Mate, you’re going to need to explain that one.”

“Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but you’re not going anywhere.”

Shaking his head, Killian gets up from his desk and walks over to the filing cabinet. “Well, thank you so much for that bit of fortune cookie wisdom.”

“Sure.” He’s quiet for a second as Killian gets out the file he needs. “You know I’ll be there every step of the way. Regina too.”

“Regina better be there. She’s the reason I’m in this mess.” He turns back around and walks over to his desk.

“She meant well.”

“I know.”

David sighs before asking, “33 hours?”

“33 hours.”

~*~

Killian looks at his watch. It’s ten past 6 on Friday, December 20, and David messaged that they were on their way back from the airport, but just got stuck in traffic.

The house currently smells like cooked meat and spices, and while that smell usually makes his mouth water, right now it’s just making his stomach turn.

He’s barely gotten a second to talk to Emma or Henry, since they were both taken immediately by a team that Regina hired to “spruce up their imagine,” whatever the hell that meant. They were currently upstairs in her guest room, doing God knows what, and all Killian can think about is that Emma and Henry both looked fine the other night.

When Regina comes down the stairs, she looking at her phone and how she doesn’t trip is something that is beyond him. “What’s going on up there?”

“Just making them look like they are a family that has money,” Regina replies nonchalantly without looking up.

“They were fine the other night.”

That makes her look up at him. “Killian, I hate to break it to you, but you have money. Your “wife” is supposed to look like she shares that money. Rich wives don’t weather red leather jackets they found at Goodwill.”

“I like the red leather jacket,” he mutters.

“And when it’s Sunday night, by all means, you can tell her. But for right now, she needs to look a tad more elegant.”

“And Henry?”

She shrugs. “He wants to talk to his mother about something.”

“Does he look elegant?” he asks, stressing elegant like it’s a word associated with horrible bodily functions.

“He looks like an eight-year-old boy. He’s fine.” Her phone beeps and she immediately looks down at it. His phone beeps too. His stomach sinks and his heart pounds. His head is rushing from the amount of bloody pumping into it (maybe? He’s not sure.)

She clears her throat before lifting her head. “He’s here.”

Killian nods and tries to remember how to breath. This was such a stupid idea.

Regina walks towards the door.

He never should have agreed to this. He should have told the truth from the beginning.

“Wait!” he shouts, just as she’s about to put her hand on the doorknob.

“What?” she hisses at him.

“The ring!”

Regina’s hand drops towards the pocket of her pantsuit. “Shit, I have it somewhere,” she mutters before pulling out a silver circle. She walks back over to him and grabs his hand roughly and tries to get it on, but he mutters, “Wrong finger, wrong finger, wrong finger!”

“God!” she huffs before shoving the ring in his hand. “You do it!”

“Thanks,” he mutters as the doorbell rings. He quickly put it on the correct finger and fixes his suit (Regina insisted) before he walks over to the door. “Show time,” he mutters before he throws open the door.

“Mr. Woodman! Welcome!”

#cs fanfiction #csmm #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan movie marathon #the art of pretending

[alliswell21]

This was a prompt I saw @lovely-tothe-bone had posted. You know me, I suffer “shiny-red-ball syndrome” or actually “puffy-tail-plot-bunny Syndrome”

Anywho... Rated M for language and adult situations. Modern!Everlark. Also, I stole a line from @mega-aulover and I’m not sorry! 🙃

The Garage

The Panem Mockingjays were in the Super Bowl for the first time in history, a true Cinderella story of perseverance and teamwork that brought them to play against none other than the legendary Capitol Mutts, who were getting the beating of their life! 27 to 3 with only thirteen minutes on the clock and one timeout left.

The trophy was in the bag, and it was beautiful!

The Mockingjays were in possession; the Mutts ran an aggressive defense, but the Mockingjays’ quarterback sidestepped a tackle and scored a 30 yard touchdown.

The whole room in the Everdeen home exploded in cheers!

Katniss had been squirming half the evening in the loveseat she occupied with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, and decided she couldn’t take the tension anymore. She had to do something about it.

Looking around, Katniss stood up and motioned Peeta to follow her. She put a finger to her lips to shush him, then wrapped her hand around his, and pulled him out of the den, where their families were celebrating raucously the victory they could practically taste.

“Where are we going?” Peeta whispered harshly, trying not to trip over his feet.

“Somewhere quiet, where we can be alone for a minute.” She responded in a similar tone. “Now, stop walking so loudly, would you?”

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly, and really tried to step lightly on Mrs. Everdeen’s pristine hardwood floors.

They made it to the kitchen, but instead of turning left, to the staircase leading upstairs to the bedrooms, Katniss went straight, out the kitchen door to the backyard, and on to the detached garage.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Peeta asked nervously.

The garage was Mr. Everdeen’s pseudo mancave, complete with a mini fridge, a rickety couch and an ancient TV set on top of his work bench. Their fathers hung out there for hours drinking beer, working on projects, deploring sports statistics and generally gossiping about whatever it was grown man gossiped about.

Katniss winked and closed the garage door with a click behind them.

"Our parents are so drunk, they won't even notice we left. Calm down." She told him as she fell to her knees, making quick work of his fly and undershorts.

Peeta tried to argue— honest! but Katniss was fast with those clever fingers of hers— her mouth on his cock shut him up quickly.

Peeta stood there uselessly, struggling between watching her suckle his dick while pumping the parts of him she couldn’t fit in her warm little mouth, and letting his head fall backwards and enjoy the ride until it was his turn to reciprocate the favor; and Lord in Heaven, did he wanted to reciprocate!

She had really gotten good at this, he thought when feeling the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He was so close!

He couldn’t help his slow, whiny moan, “Katnisss… fuuuuck!” His eyes squeezed shut, his hands grabbed onto some surface he’d knocked his ass against when he started coming into Katniss’ gloriously wet mouth.

It wasn't until the door opened, that his eyes were able to focus again... on the angry face of Mr. Everdeen as he took in the sight of his daughter’s full mouth.

“What the fuck is this?!” The man slurred loudly.

Katniss scrambled to her feet, somehow blocking her father from seeing Peeta tuck himself back into his pants. But nothing prevented the man from watching his daughter wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

It only took the man a surprising two steps to cross the garage and reach his child. He was about to grab her upper arm when Peeta pushed her behind his broader frame.

“I can explain!” Peeta shouted fanning out his arms to shield the girl.

“You can explain? What, how the two of you stabbed me and everyone else in the back by sneaking around like this?” Mr. Everdeen’s bloodshot eyes were crazed, spittle flew everywhere out of his mouth. “You can explain you disrespected my home and my daughter by taking advantage of her under my nose?”

“He didn’t take advantage of me!” Katniss protested ducking under Peeta’s outstretched arm to face her father. “I wanted to do it. I brought him out here ‘cause we like each other… a lot!”

Sensing danger, Peeta grabbed Katniss by the waist and shoved her out of the way. “Sir, I swear is not like—”

“You little shit!“ Mr. Everdeen took ahold of the boy’s collar and yanked him away from Katniss.

She leapt forward, scratching at her father’s wrist. “Stop it! Let him go!”

“What’s going on?!” Another man’s voice boomed in the chilly room.

As if the situation wasn’t mortifying enough, everybody spilled out of the house and crowded around the garage’s open door, watching the scene with wide eyes.

Mrs. Everdeen rushed forward to pry her husband’s fingers from Peeta’s crumpled, stretched out shirt.

Mr. Everdeen rounded up on his neighbor and best buddy, “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I caught your back-stabbing son defiling my daughter!”

“What? That is preposterous. Our Peeta is a good boy. He would never do such a thing. It was probably that wild child of yours that threw herself at him.” Said Mrs. Mellark in that condescending tone she liked using even on her own family.

“I beg your pardon?” Mrs. Everdeen dusted her slacks exaggeratedly. “Katniss isn’t wild!”

“It’s that boy of yours! I knew his innocent, helpful, quiet kid next door facade wasn’t to be trusted! He better not had gotten my baby pregnant, or there will be hell to pay!”

“First you’ll have to prove it’s his. I’m more worried my son could’ve contracted something!”

“How dare you insinuate—“

“Enough!” Bellowed uncle Haymitch, whom usually had his moments of deep wisdom when really inebriated. “Y’all are acting like a bunch of morons! All you’re accomplishing with this yellin’ is making your kids even dumber than they already are.”

Ouch!

Everyone stopped bickering at once, looking rightly shamed and partly stunned by Haymitch’s outburst.

“Now, there ain’t enough booze in this house to make freezing my ass out here, worth watching y’all bitch over two fucking 18 year old college students who’ve been glued at the hip since I can remember, doing the horizontal lambada together.”

Nobody argued, so Haymitch continued.

“I’m not saying what the Boy and Sweetheart did was smart, it was in fact pretty stupid. But you too did dumb shit as horny teenagers,” Haymitch glared a both sets of parents, now blushing. “Give the kids credit, they’re legally adults. You’re blind if you haven’t noticed them making puppy-dog eyes at each other. Is sickening!

“I’m starving, and it’s too cold for this shit!” Haymitch burped, “I’m going inside now.”

Peeta and Katniss were wrapped around each other during the hullabaloo. But slowly loosen their hold to face their family.

“I’m not… pregnant.” Katniss squeaked. “Not even a small chance.”

“Neither of us has any diseases.” Muttered Peeta scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Not much chance for that either.”

“How can you be so sure?” Mr. Everdeen snapped, still not ready to let his anger go.

“What are you using for birth control? You can’t depend on condoms alone,” Declared Mrs. Everdeen.

“Mom!” Exclaimed Katniss scowling, “Geez! We are not actually doing it! What Daddy walked in on— and believe me, I wish he’d never seen that— is as far as we’ve gone.”

She peered up at Peeta and he smiled down at her, squeezing her hand in his.

“Look,” Peeta exhaled and then faced their parents. “We are sorry we didn’t say anything before, but we knew you guys would react… exactly like you did. We can assure you, nobody has anything to worry about. But just to put your minds at ease...” He took a decidedly shaky, deep breath and confessed, “We are still… virgins.”

“TMI, dude! Nobody needed to know that!” Called Peeta’s middle brother. His girlfriend’s bulging eyes followed the shit show with interest.

Peeta threw his brother a withering glare, but it was Katniss’ fourteen year old sister, Primrose, who answered.

“Oh please! Why the Hellman’s real mayonnaise are you here then, Rye?! You didn’t protest our parents belittling Katniss and Peeta in front of everyone, when Daddy interrupted their private moment! Grow up!” The teen crossed her arms over her chest petulantly.

Maybe Prim felt a tad jealous and kinda out of sorts seeing her secret crush’s girlfriend at her house, but nobody messed with her sister and brother-in-law on her watch! The thought made Prim looked guiltily at her parents; but then she remembered how they’d been screaming, blowing things out of proportion, and felt smuggly vindicated. She could still hold a couple of secrets for her sister without blabbing.

“Everyone should be happy Katniss and Peeta are together. They love each other and will keep each other safe! Uncle Haymitch’s right, you guys are just selfish.” Primrose turned on her heels so fast heading for the kitchen, her long, blond braid smacked Rye on the chest with a dull thud.

Mr. Everdeen sighed. “I’m still angry with you both. And I still think you were disrespectful. But I guess Prim’s right. We’re lucky Katniss is not bringing home some lazy hooligan with a criminal record. I just wished…”

“I know, Daddy.” Soothed Katniss still holding Peeta’s hand. “I’m sorry. We both are.”

“We, all are.” Said Mrs. Everdeen sidling with her husband. Then she turned to the Mellarks, “I think we all owe the kids an apology. And each other.”

Everyone apologized for the things they said and promised to be more supportive and less reactionary, despite still being disappointed Katniss and Peeta hid their relationship from them.

“Well, that was terrifying.” Peeta whispered shuddering when their families finally left them alone.

Katniss chuckled. “I know. I wonder if we should’ve told them this all started ‘cause we got shit-faced and eloped two weeks ago?”

Peeta smiled wryly, wrapping an arm around his “for-now” wife. “Nah. My mom would’ve gotten an aneurysm. She’d probably drag us to the hospital to get tested for STDS, pregnancies and DNA. In that order.”

“Yeah but, they would’ve calmed down when we told them we were getting an annulment.” Katniss said a little unsure.

“About that…” Peeta trailed off catching Katniss’ curious eyes peering up at him from his chest. “What if… we just kept… married?”

Katniss bobbed her head, although there was nothing to consider, really. “We could apply for housing together.” She offered.

“Share expenses.”

“Go further... than oral?” The question came out high pitched and ragged.

Peeta breathed out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

He nodded readily. “Together?” He bit his lip, and pulled a black pouch out of his pants pocket. A ring with an iridescent pearl on top spilled into his open palm.

Katniss’ eyes widened, but she lifted her left hand, spreading her fingers apart so Peeta could slip the ring in place.

Admiring her new jewelry, Katniss smiled.

“Together!” She confirmed rising on tiptoes to kiss her “for-Always” husband in the lips.

#everlark fanfiction #my fics #modern #fluffy ending ‘cause I cant help it

[madelainesvixens]

Title: Halloween at home

Ship: Betty Cooper + Jughead Jones (Bughead)

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''I never went trick or treating,'' Jughead's voice echoed inside Betty's head. ''Halloween wasn't a thing at the Jones's.''

The confession had tugged at her little girl heart. Trick or treating on Halloween night was an important childhood tradition.

Starting to think months in advance about what or who you'll be for the big night. Buying - or making - said costume. Getting dressed up on Halloween night and meeting with your friends to collect candies. Happily waving at a stranger's companion costume as you cross path on the sidewalk or narrowing your eyes at the other Cinderella who totally copied your costume. Spilling the whole content of your bag alongside your friends and see who got more candies, or even trading the candies you don't like.

Jughead could have very well come along she and Archie since Betty's parents always stayed behind to give candies. Fred wouldn't have minded to have one more kid to take with. Knowing him, he would've probably lost the candy contest from eating a good half on the run.

Betty chuckled, thinking about it. Classic Jughead.

''What are you doing for Halloween, this year?'' Archie asked as they sat in a booth at Pop's, just like the old days.

It was rare that it was just the two of them around a milkshake. Since Veronica had arrived in town, she and Archie kind of stopped coming here every Sundays, replacing their tradition with double dates with their respective significant other. Tonight though, they decided to go back to their roots as Jughead was patrolling with his dad and Veronica was busy serving clients, being out staffed this Sunday evening.

Betty raised her shoulders, taking a sip of her vanilla milkshake. ''I don't know,'' she responded honestly. ''I kind of want to do something for Jug, but you know how difficult it is to plan something for him.''

Halloween was coming up this Thursday and Betty felt that Jughead deserved to experience Halloween at least once before becoming an adult.

Since couldn't go back in time to change the past, Betty decided to change the future and organize a special Halloween night to make up for what Jughead missed. Taking him trick of treating was tempting, but given their age and height, she doubted anyone would give them candies. She also knew he didn't like big receptions - as noted when she threw him a birthday party - so, it was going to be just the two of them.

The redhead nodded in agreement. ''You're not going to Cheryl's party?''

Betty scrunched her nose, shaking head head. ''I don't think so. It's not like Cheryl will miss my presence,'' she joked, making Archie laugh.

''Why don't you take him to the movies? I know it's his birthday tradition, but I'm sure he'd like that. There must be a horror double feature at the Bijou.''

While Archie's idea wasn't bad, there was always some jerks throwing popcorn at the screen or laughing really loudly at the movie theater. It was so deranging and impolite.

Betty wanted to do something more intimate.

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''Betty?'' Jughead's voice called as he walked in the once Cooper household, seeing all the lights off.

He tried the switch in the entrance, frowning when it wasn't working. Furrowing his eyebrows, Jughead turned on his phone's flashlight and moved it around, not seeing anyone in the living room nor the kitchen. Weird.

His dad was patrolling for the night, but Jellybean should be home. Unless she was out trick or treating - which would be very] surprising. She's twelve, she's too old for that.

He was about to call out for his girlfriend again when his phone went off, Betty's name flashing.

''Betty? Where are you?'' Jughead asked immediately, curious about the whereabouts of his girlfriend. ''I thought you'd be here...''

The disappointment in Jughead's voice was faint but clear. He had assumed Betty would be here, at...home, having agreed on rebelling against their peers together and skipping on Cheryl's big Halloween party. But, she wasn't.

''I'm in the basement. I think the electricity box has disjuncted. Can you come help me?''

''Eh, yeah,'' he responded, making his way down the hall where the basement stairs were situated. ''I'm warning you though, I don't know shit about electricity.''

A soft chuckle filled the phone's ear speaker. ''Noted.''

They hung up and Jughead carefully descended the stairs, using his phone light to guide him and spare him from tripping. When he was a kid, he used to think that he had the ability to see in the dark...like cats. Now he realized that he couldn't have been more wrong - or, maybe it wasn't so dark.

''Betty?''

A light was turned on in the basement, creating a dim ambiance in the basement, just enough for Jughead to see the small Pinterest-esque cinema corner. Blankets and pillows were perfectly placed for a cosy movie night-in, orange lights and small ghosts suspended on the ceiling of the makeshift canopy.

''What the he-''

''Happy Halloween, Juggie!'' Betty said, coming from her hiding place, a smile on her pink lips. She was wearing some Halloween themed pajamas along with some lighting spooky ears on top of her head.

Looking at her, Jughead was torn between second hand embarrassment for her cheesy outfit or fondness becuase, let's be real, she looked so damn cute in her striped shorts and her skeleton and pumpkins shirt.

''Betty... What's this?'' he asked curiously, cocking an eyebrow.

''Movie night?'' she explained, lips turning into a grin. ''Scary edition,'' she added, picking up an array of DVDs from the table. ''We have all the classics. Scream, Halloween, Friday the 13th, and many more. I also made popcorn and stole some Halloween candies from my mom's trick or treaters basket. Just...don't tell her.''

Although Betty was enthusiastic about the surprise, the lack of expression and reaction on Jughead's part worried the blonde.

''Oh. You...you don't like it?'' Betty concluded, looking down as she bit her bottom lip.

Jughead crossed the basement to get to her, cupping her delicate face between his palms. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, searching for her green eyes. ''What? No! Are you kidding? I'm just...surprised. Good surprised,'' he assured her, offering a smile. ''I mean, what's not to like? There's popcorn, Halloween candies and chocolate, scary movies...my girl in those ugly ass pumpkin ears.''

A chuckle left Betty's lips. ''You don't like my pumpkin ears?'' she asked, snaking her arms behind Jughead's neck, fingers toying with the hair at the nape.

Removing his hands from his girlfriend's face, Jughead shook his head and pulled her in by the waist. ''What movie should we watch first?''

Betty shrugged, sliding off Jughead's iconic beanie, something only her was allowed to do, and replaced it with the pumpkin ears, grinning at the sight. ''Now, you're in the spirit too.''

#Bughead #riverdaleevents #seasonal celebrations #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty and jughead #bughead fic

[noonaficcorner]

CinderHELLA

Request: “A Cinderella story, like a modern one but instead of the prince finding a glass slipper he would find her butt plug” 

Pairing: Jinyoung | Reader

Genre/Rating: Smut / Comedy / AU

Word Count: 4,293

When your sisters force you to go to a sex shop and get some toys you thought your life was at an all-time low. That was until you lose said sex toys. However, with the help of an unexpected Prince Charming, your eyes are open in a whole new way.

A/N: This was my first request! Thank you brittbrat2017!! I hope it lived up to expectations. This kinda ran away from me at times, but I’m glad I pushed through it.

The last thing you expected was when your sisters said you needed to let loose after your recent breakup, which would include a trip to the local sex shop. Never have you stepped in such a place before. And it wasn’t because you were a prude. Your ex and you had a very active sex life. When he wanted it, you gave it. However, there wasn’t any variety. Missionary, doggy, the occasional cowgirl. Maybe that was the reason why you and Minho broke up.

“Gahyeon, do we really have to be here? What if someone sees us walk in and then it gets back mom? She’d kill us.” You whined as your older sisters, Gahyeon and Jiyeon dragged you to the front of the store.

“How?. We’re wearing sunglasses and no one is going to ask for your name, geez.” Jiyeon claimed as she whipped open the door to Red Container, a large sex toy shop that looked like an actual shipping container with big windows. Your heart rate picked up and you knew you were about to be caught. The bells were going to go off and the police were going to arrest you all.

Once through the doors, it was nothing like you expected. Thinking this was going to be like some back alley excursion, it actually looked like a nice, bright, shop. All the items were packaged nicely and nothing crude was on display for the naked eye to see. You were sure they were hiding the giant dildos somewhere in here. The fear that they were going to slap you in the face placed itself in your mind.

Your sisters abandoned you toward the front counter to go explore the shop. Immediately, the idea of running out and leaving them seemed best, but a display next to you caught your eye. It was a wall filled with rings. Initially, you wondered why they were selling jewelry in a place like this. That is until you got closer and realized these rings weren’t for your fingers.

Visuals of men actually placing these around their penis, made you shudder. You weren’t sure from disgust or intrigue. Some were plastic, but the shocking ones were the metal ones with attachments. Where the hell were those going?

Gahyeon ran up to you with a satin blindfold and whip set, smiling from ear to ear. “Y/N, I think you would get a lot of use out of this! Look, it even has a tail!” She turned around and shook her ass at you, and it indeed had a black furry tail attachment.

“Maybe let me build up to using those kinds of props.” Sighing, you followed behind her deeper into the shop. All around you were various toys and clothing. The most you’ve ever done for Minho was dress up as a naughty nurse for Halloween one year as he played a sick patient.

“Y/N, we don’t have long because we have to get back to work. So please just pick something and then if you like it, we can always come back.” Jiyeon exasperated as she put another item in her little basket. From what you could see, she had filled it with bottles of lube, a small bullet shaped thing you could assume was a vibrator, a package that looked like a stopper of some sort and edible underwear.

“Can’t we just say we got something for me and leave?” You adjusted the glasses on your face, looking around no one else was staring at you all.

Jiyeon just rolled her eyes and shoved the basket into your hands. “I figured you’d be this way. Here, these are for you and since I’ve done all the heavy lifting, we can leave.”

What the…Stuttering, you watched as she grabbed your hand and took you to check out. Gahyeon was still giggling at the array of different rabbits, saying that she was going to come back for another but she settled on one and joined you both at the counter.

Still, in shock, you watched as Jiyeon just paid for all the items in the basket. You didn’t even notice that she had her own things she was buying, so instead of just one bag, the three of you were each leaving with one.

It was like a blur as you all headed back to your office. The three of you worked for the same company. Gahyeon, an executive assistant to the CEO, Jiyeon was associate director of HR, and you were a research analyst. Your relationship outside of work was very unbalanced with them. They were older and basically the bosses. But when it came to work, there was harmony.

You were in a daze until you actually got back to the building and the security desk was in your view. Sweat started to form at your temple, worried that they would ask what was in your bag. Luckily it wasn’t obvious that it was from an adult sex shop, but you just knew that everyone could tell you were carrying around a vibrator and butt plug.

As you waited for the elevator, Gahyeon and Jiyeon chatted happily behind you. You, on the other hand, were freaking out. People started to gather around you and you seriously thought you couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N, you okay?” There was a voice but it felt like you were hearing it under water. You slowly turned around and you saw your work crush looking at you as if you needed to be committed.

Park Jinyoung, in his black-rimmed glasses and crisp white button down and gray slacks, was the definition of nerd hot. He was a fellow analyst and he worked in the cubicle across from yours. So every day you got a glimpse of him and swooned a bit from your chair. There were even days you made sure to walk slowly pass it to the lunch room, to just watch him biting at the end of his pen or his brow furrowed in thought. Watching Jinyoung was a guilty pleasure. Even when you were with Minho, you would lock away your feelings and chalk it up to just a work crush. However, ever since the break-up, it felt as if Jinyoung was everywhere you turned in the building. Just like standing at the elevator as you carry a bag of sex toys and edible panties.

“Oh, Jinyoung. Hi. Yesh…I mean yes. I’m fine.” You sounded like an idiot but his smile made you feel like maybe not.

“Ah, okay. I was wondering because you were zoned out pretty hard there. Good lunch?” he innocently asked and flashes of your sister shaking her furry tail at you came back and you groaned.

“It was okay. Just left me with some indigestion.” You lied and hoped he didn’t press you for further details. Your hand holding the bag shook but you couldn’t even concentrate on it because just then, the elevator doors opened and the crowd that had gathered behind you, Jinyoung and your sisters, forced you all in.

Now you were squished between Jinyoung, your sisters and the other ten people who thought it was a good idea to fit in one ride. You tried moving your arm that was in the crook of his armpit and ended up hitting him with your shoulder.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” The curse flew from your lips before you could register it. Everyone in the elevator now had eyes on you. Without even looking in a mirror, you could tell the redness of embarrassment had taken over your face. Jinyoung, the sweetheart he was, just smiled as if you didn’t have the mouth of a sailor.

The ride to the twentieth floor felt endless. Instead of getting off at your usual twenty-fifth with Jinyoung, you left with sisters and the rest of the hoard.

“See you later, Y/N,” Jinyoung called after you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look behind and give him a proper goodbye. You just clung to Gahyeon’s side and rushed off with her.

Once you reached Jiyeon’s office, you fell against the neighboring seat and shut your eyes, wishing for the day to finally be over.

“Y/N, why are you so dramatic? Nothing happened and no one knows where we went. Let me get your bag so I can put it away and you can go back to being normal.” Jiyeon said, holding her hand out for your bag. Eyes still shut, you lifted your hand that was holding your bag and realized it felt different. It felt empty.

All three of you stared at your now empty hand and before you could scream out, Gahyeon slapped her palm over it.

“Calm down. Calm. The. Hell. Down. You had it when we got back to the building. You just left it in the elevator. No biggie. We’ll just go back and see if it’s still in there. No need to have a major freak out.” She tried to reason with you, but you knew this was basically the end of the world.

Whoever found it would look inside and they would know you’re some sexual deviant and then there would be a mass email chain spread. They would make you register as a sexual offender. When you ran down all the scenarios in your head, the minute you thought of Jinyoung possibly being the one who found it, you fell off the chair and tried to get in the fetal position.

“It’s over. I’m done for. It was nice being your sister. You guys were dicks most of the time but it’s been fun.” You muttered.

They exchanged a pair of eyerolls before hauling you to your feet and leading you out the office. This is not how you saw your day going. When the elevator arrived, it was empty and your stomach dropped twenty flights.

“Well I wasn’t expecting anyone to take the bag, geez,” Jiyeon said. “Okay, new plan. Let’s go to your desk and pretend this never happened.”

You nodded in agreement but you were numb. Was today actually happening? Or was this a nightmare that you were having? You all rode the elevator up and walked to your space. What you really wanted was to go home and never leave. You could order everything you needed online, so what was the purpose of ever interacting with humans again?

Gahyeon gasped suddenly beside you but you barely registered as you sat at your desk. Her hitting your arm was something you couldn’t ignore though.

“What? What?!” you snapped at her. She was standing at the entrance to your space and you followed where her eyes were bugged out staring at. That was when all the blood rushed out of your body. There, on Park Jinyoung’s desk, was the shopping bag. The shopping bag that contained all the naughty things that were purchased for you.

It was as if he could sense you all staring at him because he turned around and his eyes met with your mortified ones. A few emotions went across his face. Shock. Surprise, Mischief? The last one couldn’t be right. Maybe you were confused and it was disgust.

He slowly walked over to your cubicle and you would have assumed all time had stopped. You and your sisters blankly stared at him, bag in hand.

“Hi Ladies. Are any of you missing something?” he lifted the bag in his hands and waved it back in forth like a magician hypnotizing his subject. All of you nodded and he chuckled.

“I was actually surprised when I found this left in the elevator. I knew it couldn’t be Mr. Seo’s unless he’s into a lot of new things.” Yep, this is what death felt like. Jinyoung tilted his head toward the break room and started walking. You all assumed and followed behind.

Once in the room, he closed the door and leaned against it.

“I’m pretty sure I saw all three of you with bags before getting on the elevator. But I don’t remember if you all left with them. Then I found this gift bag. I never knew you three were into these kinds of things.” He smirked and opened the bag, rifling through the items. When he pulled out the bottle of lube, your eyes twitched.

“Yes, it’s ours. Jinyoung, thanks for finding it for us, but can we please have it back? We have actual work to return to.” Jiyeon’s no-nonsense attitude was in place as she held out her hand for the bag. Right when it looked as if he was going to hand it back, he placed the lube in her hands and continued to go through the items.

“Some of these were pretty standard. Edible undies, vibrator, even the lube. But this last one made me really question who this belonged to.” He pulled out the butt plug and you wanted to throw up.

He walked up to Gahyeon and waved it in front of her face as if it was some piece of sausage.

“A butt plug? Really? Ladies, you are really adventurous, aren’t you? But I have my suspicions on who these belong to. But let me see if I’m right.” He started his own inspection on which one of you was the true owner of the items.

His eyes traveled over Gahyeon’s face first. They landed on her clenched fist and you got nervous. She wasn’t above knocking some sense into a person, men included. Shaking his head, he continued down the line and came to Jiyeon. Her bored expression was telling. She really wanted to just get this over with and return to work. And then it was your turn.

You tried avoiding Jinyoung’s gaze, but it was hard when he was looking at you so intently. When having a crush, you notice things that the casual eye wouldn’t. That is why you knew that this look that Jinyoung was giving you was something you’d never seen before. You had cataloged his kind stare, his hungry for lunch stare, his frustrated with a report stare, and even his kill me now this meeting is useless stare. But this was new.

“You two can go.” His eyes never leaving your face and you almost let out a small whine. Why were they free? Did he realize that the items belonged to you? What was he going to do?

Gahyeon was about to protest but whatever look Jinyoung gave them had Jiyeon leading the two of them out of the room. Jinyoung followed but only to make sure the door was closed and locked behind them.

“Jinyoung…,” you started but was cut off when he placed a finger on his lips to silence you.

“Want to know how I knew this, belonged to you” he waved the butt plug as if it was some flag of surrender.

Without even realizing it, your head was slowly nodding. But you started to take steps back as he closed the space between you. Your back hitting the counter made you feel like you were trapped between Jinyoung’s stare and survival.

“I have never seen you not meet my eyes before. No matter what, when I look at you, your eyes will eventually connect with mine. Today, not so much. I am not a fan.” To prove his point, his free hand came and took hold of your chin and he leveled with your stare. Something about this felt different. You don’t remember ever sharing an intense moment like this with Jinyoung.

Barely opening your mouth to respond, you were cut off by the sudden appearance of his lips against yours. The kiss came in fast and hard but you were too shocked, it took a few moments for your brain to catch up and respond. It could have been five seconds of five years but is lips were making their presence known. Just as you started to actually enjoy it, they were pulled away. You were both breathing fast and heavy.

“It’s felt like centuries since the thought of kissing you has entered my fantasies.” Letting go of your chin, he went in for another round and this time your hands clutched at his button-down, pulling him closer. You wanted to get lost in this second kiss. Fully aware that you’re making out with your work crush, in the staff lunchroom, while he holds your butt plug for intended purposes.

His hands started to ghost their way down from your neck, over the side of your breast and down to your hip. The moans that were leaving you felt on the verge of porn star worthy. Park Jinyoung was an amazing kisser. The way his lips commanded yours but allowed for your tongue to slowly stroke his was intoxicating. When his hand reached below to grab at your ass, you wanted to combust.

Separating briefly for air, you pushed him slightly away. You needed to collect your thoughts and not fall deeper into this other dimension, where making out with Jinyoung at work was just something that you two did.

“What are we doing?” You asked out loud, not sure if the question was for you or him. He tossed the sex toy on the counter behind you and went to take hold of your waist, lifting you onto the surface.

“There are three things. What we’re doing, what I want to do and what we should do. We’re making out in a semi-public space. What I want to do is spread you across this counter, make use of the toys you have here and fuck the shit out of you. We should stop here before it goes way too far.  The real question is which will win.” He explained as his hands traveled back and forth across your bare thighs. When raising you to the counter, your skirt started to slip higher and higher, leaving you exposed for him.

Just the thought of Jinyoung being this nasty and the possibility of anyone walking in and catching you, made your panties useless with how wet they were. Could you throw caution to the wind and have this hookup with the hottest guy at this company?

Your eyes traveled down from his and over his body. Taking in every ounce of him in this suit. His fingers went to open up a few of the top buttons of his shirt and you felt as if you’d not had a drink in years, that’s how thirsty just a peak of his skin was making you.

“What if someone catches us?” You asked as he continued opening up his shirt, his tie now spread as open as you wanted your legs to be. You hadn’t felt this kind of sudden lust, ever. Even with your ex, he never looked at you the way Jinyoung was looking at you. Like he could just devour you without apology.

“Isn’t that the fun part, princess?” His voice was deep and he leaned over to remove the vibrator from the bag on the floor. Your eyes were as wide as saucers. Was he going to use that on you, here?! And since when did he start using a pet name for you?

Your heart was pounding against your chest as he got closer. His hand went to your knee and spread them apart slowly. Your eyes were glued to his every move even when he just shook his head to get a stray strand from his eyes.

“I want to take my time with you but right now I don’t think it’s the time or place for that. So Y/N, will you go out with me?” His question shocked you. Not because he was asking you out, but because he was doing so with his hand beneath your skirt, fingers moving to settle outside your panties.  

“Are you going to stop doing what you’re doing with a yes or no?” you questioned. The last thing you wanted to do was end whatever was about to happen. This was so far from your comfort zone but having the sexiest man in the company look at you with heat in his eyes and fire with every touch to your skin had you throwing away all caution.

“Y/N, do you see how hard I am right now? The only way I’m not having you on this counter is if you tell me not to. Are you?” Your eyes immediately dropped down and Jinyoung wasn’t lying, the bulge in his pants was bigger than you had anticipated and your mouth watered. Shaking your head, you reached out with a shaking hand to unbuckle his pants and let them fall to his feet.

The smile that spread on his face was a satisfying one. It took only moments for his hands to dive beneath your skirt and pull you to the edge of the counter. His lips went in for another mind-altering kiss. So mind-altering, it wasn’t until you felt the cool air hit your wet folds, that you realized Jinyoung was touching you. You purred as if you were a kitten being stroked for the first time. Maybe it had been that long since you’ve actually been touched or had someone want you this much that they were willing to risk it all just to have you.

Two digits slipped into your heat and it felt as if they always belonged there. Your hips were moving on their own to get him to thrust them inside of you. The moment he bit down on your lip was the same when his thumb reached to rub against your sensitive clit. Breaking the kiss only to yell out his name.

“If you keep this up, someone definitely will come in and then we can’t continue the fun.” He placed a small, almost innocent kiss on your lips as his fingers slipped from you and pulled your panties to the side. You were too blissed out to realized he was already released from the confines of his boxers because when the tip of his hardness came in contact with your needy core, you almost jumped out of your skin.

His eyes connected with your as he eased himself inch by inch into you. This wasn’t what you were expecting. With his words being nasty and wanting, you thought he would have roughly entered you, but this was sensual. You both inhaled together and when he bottomed out inside you, the exhale was euphoric.

Your hands reached behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You wanted him to just stay there but also the primal urge to be fucked on the counter was waging a war. His eyes were shut but his kiss was needy. You could tell he wanted to just let go and honestly, you wanted to see what Jinyoung looked like when he lost his cool exterior.

“Jinyoung… if you don’t make me cum right now, I’ll take care of myself,” you mumbled against his lips. Brazen wasn’t your norm, but being in this situation with this man, had you doing things you only dreamt about.

That must have been the encouragement that he needed because his grip on your hips tightened and he pulled out only to slam right back in, having you gasping for air. And it was like a switch. You clawed at Jinyoung and he pumped into your wetness over and over. Every other moment he was grunting about tightness and how good you felt wrapped around him. All you could do is hold on and try not to cum just from his dirty mouth.

Suddenly there were steps right outside the room and panic started to rise in your chest. That didn’t stop Jinyoung though. His hand clasped behind your neck and held your stare as he continued to drive you to your release. His thickness stretching you in sweet agony. You moaned when it seemed like the person was getting closer to the door. Something about almost being caught started to turn you on even more.

“Baby, please tell me you’re close, cause I can't hold off much longer.” Even before the words left his lips, you could tell Jinyoung was close. His thrusts were more erratic and you could feel his cock start to swell even more inside of you.

This was perfect because you were just holding off just enough so he could reach with you. Words couldn’t even come out, you just nodded and your grip on him grew tighter. Your walls clenched on his last stroke and you saw stars. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch his blissed-out face but you couldn’t manage. His groans grew deeper as he stilled inside and found his release alongside you.

It could have been minutes or years, but Jinyoung stayed connected with you as you both came down. Soft kisses from your cheek to your temple was left and your fingers stroked the nape of his neck.

“That was…. I don’t…. Can we do that again sometime?” Words were staggering out of Jinyoung’s lips but it was his shy smile that made you laugh. He still hadn’t pulled himself apart from you and you know that you should care about the mess you both made, but your crush was into you. And who would have thought it would have come out all because of a butt plug.

“As long as we can maybe start the night with dinner or something where we keep our clothes on?” You ask shyly. He placed a kiss on your lips. The hunger was still there but it was different, it was sweeter, it held promise for more.

“It’s a date.”

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[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain: Chapter 7

Self Harm 101

“A lot of things trigger you , and you act out. The good thing is- Marley, you’re not the only one who has this trait”

Marley sat across from the grandfather aged Therapist. In fact, he could actually be her grandfather racially . This wasn’t the first session she’d had with Dr.Robinson, but it had been a long time since she’d seen him. After college, when she moved here to start her adult life , he helped her a lot . Soon she met Trey and he became her boyfriend , best friend and therapist

“How do I stop doing the stupid things I do?” Marley cried out.

“Like what ?” Dr.Robinson asked strategically.

“Before I get into a bad situation , I already know there’s a high chance it will turn out bad . But it just kills me to not know what could have been if I didn’t take a chance” Marley squinted and tilted her head, as if it would help him understand more.

“Like what?” He repeated , noting that Marley avoided the question slightly.

“Every time my anxiety flares or I’m faced with an issue , the root of it is always a man”

Marley’s phone went off , it was a text message . Dr.Robinson told her she could check it . She rummaged though her big neverfull bag and got her phone .

Ironically it was a text from Erik

Meet me downtown in an hour.

The doctor could see the look of fluster take over Marleys face , her entire demeanor changed .

“Do you need to step out, is it something important?” He asked

Yes

“No, it’s just one of those bad situations” Marley gave off an uneasy smile .

“Well make a choice right now” Marley grazed her finger over the reply bar, then decided not to respond . She placed her phone back inside of her purse . “When you leave here, you can chose to do as you please . As for now, let’s focus on you”

Marley got more comfortable, taking off her sneakers and sitting criss-cross on the couch. As much as she wanted to respond , her healing was more important now.

“Last time I saw you , you were in a relationship. What happened there?” The doctor scribbled some notes down . Marley kissed her teeth while rubbing her palms up and down her legs .

“We broke up , but I’m not completely done with him”

“Why not just be with him?”

“It’s comfortable for me , he’s always there when I need him”

He wrote down more things . “Is that fair to him?”

“I don’t really care about what’s fair to him” she replied honestly . “He wasn’t very fair to me in our relationship”

Dr.Robinsons voice went an octave lower before he spoke . “If I recall the stories you used to tell me about your father ... you are showing similar traits of his right now”

“Impossible” Marley argued , she didn’t think so . She hated her father.

When Marley was nearing her teen years, her father left her mother for another woman. A white woman who he met at work. While he was still legally married to her mother . After he left , he would visit sometimes and play family . Her mother would desperately let him stay for a few days. He’d make love to her then leave as quickly as he came. The pattern reoccurred for years , until her mother got terminally sick. He couldn’t bare to watch her deteriorate. Leaving Marley by herself to watch her mother die . After death , everything went to her father . The house , her mother’s valuables and money. Marley got nothing but keepsakes . Her father used the assets to purchase a huge home for his girlfriend and her kids . While MarIey stayed with them for a while , but since Marley couldn’t handle living there , her father sent her to live with her aunt . Tiana’s mother , that’s where she played Cinderella, literally sleeping in a basement. There were extra rooms upstairs, Tiana was her mother’s only child. It was an average room, but nothing like Tianas . Her mother adored her and bought her everything, and did the minimal for Marley . “You should just be happy I let you stay here” she would say each time Marley even let out an ounce of a complaint . When she turned sixteen she got a job and started saving up her money to buy nice things. As soon as she graduated , she went away to school and never looked back ... until ten months ago . When she moved in with Tiana.

Don’t be selfish, people are not pawns” Dr.Robinson concluded after their long conversation about her learned behavior.

“And here I am, thinking I was the victim. Maybe I want to be a victim , so I can just crawl in bed and feel sorry for myself ?”

“Marley , talk about what exactly gets you out of bed”

She thought about it. Food was her top choice, but it had to be something of substance. “I get excited to go to the gym , and ironically sex...even though that’s in the bed” she chuckled.

“Do you have any friends , that are non-sexual” the doctor tried again .

“I made a friend, kind of...Becky”

“That’s good” .

“At first it was hard for me to accept being friends with someone who wasn’t black but I actually like her”

“That’s really good that you made a friend , you’ve had trouble with that in the past . You are not a victim , you just told yourself that , remember that “ Marley nodded her head . Dr Robinson eyed his wrist watch . “Until next time .”

He closed his leather journal, resulting in a pop that somehow reminded Marley that she had an unanswered text message . After finding her phone again, She answered Erik with a simple .

No

His text bubbles popped up , but went away . It was really hard , again Marley lived in the “What could have been” aspect of her life . This was new, her saying “no”. Besides, it was almost two o’clock and she had to go to her cycle class . She hadn’t loss much weight while going, but her body felt amazing and she saw the difference in toning. Especially her glutes.

Marley walked into her gym feeling a little bit lighter than before , due to her therapy session. As soon as three o’clock came and Marley went, so did her feeling of relief . Her phone had thousands of notifications. This was not a good thing , this was not the kind of attention Marley wanted . Hundreds of follow requests because thankfully, she was smart enough to have her profile on private. Unfortunately that wasn’t an option for messaging.

You’re such a fucking hoe, how could you do that to your own cousin.

Ugly ass girls are always after somebody man .

Those were just two of the messages she read, Marley was pretty sure the other ones were derived from the same formula. This whole ordeal was stemmed from a post that Tiana created while she was in class . After gathering everything together, Marley has realized what happened. Tiana had uploaded a video of her discussing Marley, her “hoe cousin” who in detail “was fucking her boyfriend”

Marley’s heart almost fell out of her chest . Her head was pounding and the upcoming migraine was building up . Boyfriend? Her boyfriend ? .

“What the hell is going on!” Marley panicked in the drivers seat of her car. She rested her head back on the seat , just Incase she passed out . The rush was that intense .

Tiana had just sent a text message .

Asia posted a throwback video of the strip club and I saw you . It was you kissing Erik at the club . You sat there in my face while I cried to you .

Then there was another text message from her soon following .

Oh and I paid to break the lease , so your broke ass has three days to find another place to live .

“Fuck ! “ Marley slammed her hand in her steering wheel so hard that it turned red , and because of the adrenaline she couldn’t even feel the pain. Becky called her , back to back but Marley was too afraid to answer. She didn’t even know what to say , what if Becky was on Tianas side ? With luck not on Marley’s side, she rushed home . There were two extra cars outside , one was parked in Marley’s spot . She swallowed her fear and unlocked the door to walk inside . Tiana and her friends were sitting in the living room. As if they were waiting for her to take this walk of shame to her bedroom. And she did , not looking any of them in the eye . They laughed and made sly remarks as she passed . When one of them called her a “fucking hoe” she almost ran back into the living room. Knowing that it wouldn’t be smart, them against one, she didn’t .

Her safe space wasn’t so safe anymore , she had to leave. Marley packed every important thing she owned and brought it to the car to load . Mostly her electronics, clothes and things left from her mother . They watched her walk back and forth like a ping pong match . Never had Marley felt so embarrassed and ridiculed. Over Erik, a guy who was NOT her boyfriend at all. A guy she was just having sex with , Marley didn’t even recall them doing anything in the public eye. This wasn’t about Erik, it was about Marley taking claim over anything that was deemed hers . Even when they were younger , Tiana wouldn’t even let Marley touch anything that belonged to her.

Marley dragged her last bag out and locked the door behind her . Tiana and her friends stood in the window seal , with their phones they recorded Marley from the inside . She took notice and hurried out of there, she drove far down the block so she could do what she needed in peace .

Cry .

She cried hard. Not even for the situation at hand , but for the little girl inside of her that still felt alone . And didn’t understand why her life was this way . Would it ever get better ? Or would it just be a lifetime of disappointment. She wiped her wet face and took a much needed deep breath .

Then she called the only person she knew would pick up . He answered right away .

“I saw it “ Trey said sympathetically, without greeting her . He knew her call was coming .

“Trey , she’s lying “ Marley started bawling , Trey just sat on the other line patiently, letting her know that everything would be fine . “I have nowhere to go, I left “her voice cracking with each word .

“Come home, I’m home ” he said . And she did.

[demitruli]

Hey, I keep forgetting to ask you (Disney princess that you are :-)... Do you like any of the live-action remakes of the animated films that have been coming out. I thought B&tB was pretty good but the others I haven't bothered with since the trailers haven't really grabbed me. But we just saw the trailer for Mulan and that looks AMAZING (besides being one of my all time favorite Disney animations). Just wondering what you think?

Well hello hello hello, it must have been over a year and a half since I last answered an ask, so THANK YOU for this opportunity 😊

Also, I’ll have you know that I squealed at the Disney princess part. How original of me.

On to the question. I have absolutely loved a lot of the live-action movies that Disney has made -The Pirates of The Carribean, The Parent Trap, The Princess Diaries, Ice Princess, Bridge to Terabithia and The odd Life of Timothy Green to name a few. But not the remakes. NOt. thE. rEMAkES.

Mostly is the philosophy behind them that bugs me than the execution. If I want to feel nostalgic about my childhood, I will watch the original, not the freaking remake with the stupid CGI effects. Yes there were some things added to some of the movies that made them a bit intriguing to watch, but those were not worth paying a ticket, not worth watching more than once, and not worth sacrificing the company’s time and money that it could have used to make new movies, animated or live-action, I dont forking care. New. I don’t believe Disney has run out of ideas, it has so many wonderful minds working for it - and Frozen II certainly proves so (you’re not the only one nudging. Heheheh). But the more remakes are made, the more it shows that they DONT want to use those wonderful minds, they just want something ready, which had succeeded in the past, and because the original makes people nostalgic they will come watch this one to try to get a taste of the magic of their childhood back. Well, guess what. The magic is sucked out of these movies. At least when I think about them, all that comes to mind is money money money. Ready food for Disney.

Let me talk a little bit about the ones I have watched separately.

Maleficent was the first one I watched. And the only exception to the rule. Because lets not kid ourselves, it had nothing to do with the original but the costumes, it was a completely different movie with an incredible plot twist, Angelina kicked ass, and it was just beautiful. I loved it.

Cinderella was the second one. I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it either. Personally, I didn’t really like the fairy godmother at all, and I hated the CGI mice, JUST GET REAL ONES, they weren’t talking anyway... But the movie, in general, was different enough to thrill me, and offer me something new. We knew what happens in the story of course, but the development of the prince and ella’s relationship was nicely portrayed, the villain actually felt like a hurt and relatable human, and the characters actually had.. you know, a character. Also, I liked the backstories with their parents. But it was a movie I wouldn’t watch again, to be honest, and that says a lot for someone that has seen every disney movie over a hundred times. No, I am not exaggerating.

The Jungle book was borning. Seriously I almost fell asleep watching it. Cool kid, cool effects, but gosh that was such an indifferent movie.

I loved the beauty and the beast when I first watched it, now I loathe it. I get why you like it. Emma and Dan kicked ass, they were both amazing. And the effects were cool, and the music was the same, and everything was the same, and everything was... the same... They didn’t even try, just added a couple of songs and the tiniest gay reference to get the lgbtq+ community on board, and those are enough reasons to remake a movie. You must see it because of them, it will change your life. Just... why? But I have to admit Emma was a good reason to watch. She was the cutest. And that line at the end “How would you feel about growing a bierd”, YES. THATS THE CONTENT I CRAVE. You know, if you’re gonna make live-action remakes for us that were kids when we watched the originals, GREAT, grow your movies along with your audience (like frozen II did. *Wink* *wink*). Give me Belle being a beast in bed. Give me Aladdin showing Jasmine a “whole new world”. Give me R-rated movies, Disney! Oh you won’t do that cause you’re a kid-friendly company? THEN STICK TO FORKING ANIMATION. For the love of-

Speaking of Aladdin, let’s not speak of Aladdin. Cause the only thing worthy in that movie was the Speechless song.

I didn’t even bother with Dumbo. That creature gave me nightmares from just the poster.

And now we’ve come to the King.... of BULLSHIT. (Truli is aggressive today, yikes. Me mad). It was basically a movie about showing off Beyonce's talent by random songs of her screaming SPIRIT over and over. I mean she killed it, of course she did, but that’s beyond the point. Do I start with the fact that this wasn’t even live-action, it was an animation remake of an animation but like 1000% worse and 1000% mechanical and emotionless. Seriously the models didn’t have facial expressions, the little actor that played simba (THE TALENT!!!!!) was bawling his eyes out and the cub on screen was flat faced. Look, with animals you either go for realism or you go for a cartoonish look that has emotion. They sucked at whatever they did there. Here is an amazing video that voices exactly what I found wrong. Jesus, this is one of my best friend’s absolute favorite movie, he is a literal Simba (dad died when young, horrible and abusive uncle, I guess I'm the silly, hakuna-matata friend in this jungle of our lives) and he FORBID ME of ever mentioning this monstrosity of a movie ever again. THEY RUINED OUR LION KING. WHY???

Now Mulan... I have to admit it looks good. Like, really forking original and accurate and adult and maybe R-rated, good. But I did make a commitment after the bullshit king to never watch a live-action remake again, so I don't know if I’ll see it, in the theaters at least. I know that it doesn’t make a difference, but I’m out. From now on I’m only supporting animation, or original live-action movies. Just ORIGINAL. Not stolen work that leaves all these talented animators and brilliant brains out of business. Also, did I mention I saw frozen II five times in the theater. Cause I did.

Yeah, so overall, I just think it’s sad, you know. Just look at how the remakes outnumber the originals, and most animated aren’t even Disney, they’re Pixar.

I want my Disney back.

(you touched a sensitive button there, sorry for the rumble and all that bitterness. I might watch Mulan tho, cause it genuinely looks good and I am a hopeful soul, I just dont want to believe everything is going to suck from now on.)

#disney #live-action remakes #live-action #remakes #the lion king #mulan #beauty and the beast #aladdin #the jungle book #maleficent #dumbo #cinderella #ask #answered #THANK YOU JERRY FOR ASKING #<3

[ilovemygaydad]

Friends in Dark Places [ch 6]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: food mentions, eating, nightmares, crying, swearing, a poor excuse for the “sharing a bed” trope, anxiety, depression, possibly something else but it really is mostly fluff this chapter

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: so i have to repost all of these in a different format! yay fucking me!!!! please consider reblogging these if you’re a fan of this series because it’s all fucked up now

first - previous - next - companions

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When he’d agreed to stay with Patton’s family, Virgil really hadn’t thought about the fact that they would have dinner together every night, but here he was, sitting in their kitchen with a heaping plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans as they talked about anything and everything. He absently ate his food, not really listening to their conversation. It felt like he was intruding, even though they’d offered to take him in.

“So, Virgil. We hear you go to school with Patton. Do you have any classes with him?” Mrs. Shea asked. Virgil nearly choked on his food with the shock of being addressed so casually.

“Um, no. I don’t,” he responded quickly. He might’ve had some in the past, but high school was just one big blur to him. No use in keeping memories if there aren’t any to save.

“I see.” Mr. Shea hummed thoughtfully. “Do you have any fun classes this semester? Pat’s taking child guidance and he really enjoys it!” 

“I have Graphics III and a Theatre independent study where I basically make sure everything's running smoothly for the shows.” Virgil pushed the remaining food around on his plate, determined to not make an ass of himself in front of people he barely knew.

“You do theatre? Pat, isn’t Roman trying out for ‘Cinderella?’” Mr. Shea seemed to be determined, too; however, his determination lied in a need to ask as many questions possible.

“Of course he is! He’d never pass up an opportunity to be on stage, especially if he can be a prince,” Patton said with a touch of platonic love in his voice. Virgil was shocked that Roman was trying out for the show. It wasn’t like the kid gave off a constant aura of drama or anything.

“I don’t act, just to be clear. I’m set designer and head of sound, so I deal with all of the sound effects and mics.” He’d never try out for a show. First, he had no interest to put himself on stage in a dumb costume in front of all of his peers, and second, he really, really didn’t want to have to spend more time with the snobby actors than he had to.

“Well, that’s fun!” Mrs. Shea said with a large smile. Virgil just nodded and took another bite of his mashed potatoes. The conversation luckily turned back to Patton’s other friends, and he was able to enjoy his dinner in the comfort of the defocused static of voices.

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Somehow Virgil did manage to finish all of his homework the next day and also help Patton finish his. The happy-go-lucky teenager seemed to have some trouble with the more technical subjects like physics but had absolutely no issue with the more creative ones like comm arts. That made sense to Virgil, however, since Patton was much more emotional than logical. It was as if he channeled his emotions into whatever he did without really thinking it through as a step-by-step process.

Sunday night, Virgil went to sleep completely exhausted from the mentally-taxing work that he’d done that day. At around midnight, however, he woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. Virgil grabbed his phone and turned on the flashlight, leaving it on his nightstand face down so it would partially illuminate his bedroom, and walked to the door. Unsurprisingly, Patton was on the other side with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Surprisingly, wet tear tracks were staining his cheeks.

“Woah, Pat. Are you okay?” Virgil asked.

“I had a nightmare,” Patton softly cried. “It was really vivid, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m all good, see?” Virgil patted himself on the cheeks as some sort of weird assurance. “Do you want to sleep in here? I’ll sleep on the floor, and you can take my bed.” 

The crying boy shook his head. “I don’t want you to have to give up your bed for me. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Patton made a move to go lay his blanket down, but Virgil grabbed his shoulder, easily stopping his movements.

“Okay, since you obviously aren’t going to make this easy for me, how about we just share the bed? There’s plenty of room for two people.” Virgil hesitated on that last part, still not completely comfortable with sharing a bed with someone he’d only met a week ago, but... he knew that Patton wasn’t going to let him be uncomfortable. Pat just nodded and waddled to the side of the bed where the sheets weren’t disrupted and sat down. Virgil followed, but flopped himself down on his own side.

“G’night, Pat. Sleep well.” He turned off his phone’s flashlight and pulled the covers over his head.

“Good night.”

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When Virgil’s alarm woke him up at 6:30, he found himself with an arm on his waist and his legs tangled with someone else’s. He yelped and accidentally threw himself off of the bed; idly, he realized that his legs still partially hung on the mattress. It took him a few seconds to realize who was in the bed and why they were there, but that still didn’t explain why he’d ended up entangled with Patton.

He sighed and did a backwards somersault to right himself and stood. It probably would be appropriate to wake Patton up so he wouldn’t end up late to school. He sleepily traversed to the other side of the bed and began gently shaking his friend.

“Pat,” Virgil whispered. “Patton, it’s time to get up.” The still-asleep Patton groaned but rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun filtering through the blinds. It took a little more shaking to actually get him out of the bed, but it was eventually done.

“I’m gonna go take a shower and get changed, so I suppose you should do the same,” Virgil said as he went to gather some clothes from his suitcase and walked into his own personal en-suite bathroom. Still pretty fancy.

Virgil took a short shower, spending just long enough under the water to thoroughly wash his hair and body, and got changed, smudging some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. He pulled on a pair of socks and laced up his favorite black high tops, being careful not to get any of his skinny jeans stuck inside. That was an uncomfortable mistake he’d learned to avoid after one fateful day.

He left his room at the same time Patton did, who was wearing another light-blue t-shirt with a grey cardigan tied around his waist. Any signs of his nightmare had been completely washed away.

“Hey, kiddo! Your outfit looks awesome!” Pat had a giant smile on his face.

“Uh, thanks… Your… shoes… look good?” Virgil didn’t know if he was supposed to return the compliment, so he tried. It didn’t work too well.

“Thanks! Let’s head downstairs and get some breakfast.” The duo made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mrs. Shea was waiting with scrambled eggs and toast.

“If either of you need more food, I put the extras in the fridge in the red Tupperware container.” Mrs. Shea walked out of the kitchen, but Virgil had no idea where she had gone. He still hadn’t been in any of the rooms besides his and Pat’s bedrooms, and the whole layout of the house was a bit of a mystery. The adults obviously had a bedroom, but it didn’t seem like it was upstairs.

Each of the boys took a plate of food and sat down at the kitchen table. Virgil began to munch on his plain toast, idly messing around on his phone. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were crunching toast and silverware on ceramic.

“How did you sleep, Virge?” Patton asked before shoving a giant forkful of eggs into his mouth. Virgil could see how Roman described Pat as a “food vacuum” while they were in the hospital.

“Pretty good. How about you--after your nightmare, of course?” Virgil took the final bite of his toast and began on his own eggs.

“I slept great!” Patton replied, but his voice became slightly more sheepish. “Thanks for letting me stay in your room.”

“Don’t worry about it, Pat,” the other reassured. It truly wasn’t a bother to Virgil; he’d slept better than he had in a long time. He switched off his phone to retain his full attention on his friend.

“Well, still. Thanks.” Patton glanced down at his watch. “We should probably finish up eating soon. Logan and Roman should be here soon to pick us up.”

Virgil nodded and scooped some more eggs into his mouth. It only took him another minute to finish and hand his plate to Patton, who had already began to rinse the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. Virgil ran upstairs to grabbed his backpack, making absolute certain that all of his homework and supplies were packed before bringing the whole thing down. Patton did the same, and they walked outside to sit on the porch together. Just a few minutes later, Logan’s beat-up Intrepid pulled into the driveway blasting “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Virgil couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight of Roman dramatically singing along and Logan’s “I am so fucking done with your shit” expression.

It was going to be a really great day.

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#sanders sides fic #moxiety #logince #m writes things #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders

[imagine-loki]

The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 25/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince.  RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

     At least the next three weeks went as expected. It was actually a comfort knowing what was coming. You had pancakes with the team the first morning, and stabbed Loki’s hand for trying to steal them, before he’d even moved to do so. Oops. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question how you’d known. He knew. At least you didn’t have to ask if the color landscape around you was real anymore. It reassured the others. You and Loki both still hid with Thor when the thunderstorm hit. He welcomed both of your company and didn’t say a word about it afterwards. Shopping with Loki was just as you thought, though you threatened him much earlier in the trip with a leash, knowing he wouldn’t get better. He still insisted that you wouldn’t do it. You were tempted, but that would be mean, and too embarrassing for both of you in public, so you held onto his arm instead. The sleepover with Sammi was perfect and normal and so silly judging the shirtless boy contest. It was exactly what you needed.

    What you didn’t need, and what kept coming were the images while you were sleeping. They were all the same useless image of Loki in chains. Occasionally you got a glimpse of the long hall and… throne? But it was useful and unhelpful. How were you supposed to stop it if it was the future? What if it was the past? You couldn’t tell without more information.

    You had to visit your mom for Christmas. It was awful and she was even more smothering than she had been the last time you’d been home. It was understandable, but not helpful. At least you only had to visit for the afternoon, pretend to be perfectly ok for a couple of hours, and then curl crying in Loki’s arms on the way home from the emotional strain. You couldn’t tell your mom you weren’t ok. Despite the fact that you were an adult, she’d try to make you come home, and that couldn’t happen and wouldn’t help anything.

    *

    “Darling, you might want to wake up before your friends burst in to surprise you,” Loki told you too early in the morning. You groaned at him and tried to hit him with a pillow. He laughed. “They’re on their way,” he warned. You ignored him until there was a room full of Avengers. Your bedroom full of Avengers. You sat up and looked at them all confused, wondering what they were doing in here, and why they were all so excited.

    “Loki, did you pack her bag?” Nat asked. Loki inclined his head as he climbed off of the bed. “Good, let’s go!” Nat grabbed your hands and pulled you out of bed. You gave a frantic look at Loki who was being ushered out of the room with the rest of the boys.

    “Surprise!” the team called before the boys left you to Nat.

    “We decided you needed some fun, and to get out of the tower for a few days,” Nat explained. “So we’re taking you somewhere fun and we’re not telling you where it is until we get there,” she was avoiding using the term that they were kidnapping you for fun. You nodded and watched as she went rifling through your closet. “These will do until we get there. Get dressed. If you don’t argue, I’ll give you an extra five minutes to do your hair and brush your teeth so you can kiss your boyfriend,” she grinned. You stuck your tongue out at her, but ducked into the bathroom to change into jeans and cute top that Nat had picked out. You did your hair, and very carefully brushed your teeth. Her hand was raised to knock on the door to get you out of the bathroom when you opened it to step out on your own. You shoved your phone in your pocket and shoes on your feet.

    [Ready] you told her and smiled. You hadn’t seen this coming and were glad for a surprise in your life, especially when you knew it would be fun, whatever the team was planning.

    “Almost,” she said, holding up a long piece of fabric. “The boys really want this to be a surprise. It will be fine and you’re safe with us. The whole team will be there for your surprise. I told them I’d do it, but if you won’t be ok with it, I’ll kick Tony’s ass myself. He’s due for an ass kicking,” you giggled.

    [I’ll be fine. I can put up with it for the surprise] you told her, signing quickly. You’d be ok. None of the team would let you out of their sight. And it was worth it for a legitimate surprise. She came around and tied the blindfold over your eyes.

    “Are you sure you’re ok?” she asked again. You nodded, but reached for her. She took your hand and placed it on the crook of her elbow. “Then let’s go. Your surprise awaits,”

    “About time!” Tony grumbled when you had left your room with Nat. You raised your middle finger in the general direction that his voice had come from. Loki took your hand and kissed it. You’d recognize his cool touch anywhere. Nat left you to Loki’s care. You soon found yourself on the jet, sitting with Loki on one side of you and Thor on the other. You wondered why they had the blindfold you before you got on the jet, but let it be. They were having too much fun, and promised you repeatedly that it was going to be fun for you too.

    You had no idea how long the flight was, but it had only felt like a couple hours tops. The jet was fast, so there was no real way of knowing where you were. You tried to take the blindfold off when you landed to see where you were, but Loki took your hand before you could and kissed it. “Not yet, darling,” he told you and you could hear the grin in his voice. He led you off of the jet and settled into the back of a car.

    [Where are we going?] you asked when he sat next to you.

    “Soon, darling. We’re almost there, right Stark?” he asked.

    “Right, almost there kid,” he replied, sounding pleased with how well his plan was working.

    [If this isn’t good, I’m going to knock you out for a week] you warned.

    “You’ll love it,” Tony replied. “If not for your own sake, than for the sheer joy of Thor being in this place.

    After the car ride came waiting in a short line outside where the weather was much warmer than it had been in New York. There was lots of Cap telling everyone you ran into that this was a surprise Christmas present and you had no idea where you were and to please not ruin the surprise. You held on to Loki’s arm tightly, disoriented with the number of people around you. The line either moved quickly, or people realized who you all were and parted for you. “Careful, love, we’re getting on a ferry,” Loki told you, holding your arm to steady you on the uneven difference between the dock and the ferry.

    “The best view is upstairs,” Tony announced and started walking up that way. You all made your way to the top deck at the front of the ferry. You could smell the water, feel the sun, but where on earth had they taken you? The ferry started and made it’s way slowly by your blindfolded reckoning to your destination. You felt Loki’s hands on the knot of the blindfold at the back of your head, obviously waiting for the right moment. “Now!” Tony announced. Loki untied the knot and let the blindfold fall away.

    “Surprise!” announced the team as you stared in awe across the lake. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the sight as you gasped and grinned in delight. It had been entirely worth the blindfolding and surprise. This was going to be such fun. You turned and gave each of the team a hug, enjoying their joy at your reaction, before you turned back to stare in wonder at the sight.

    You were staring at Cinderella’s Castle.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #the sound of silence #chapter 25 #nekoamamori

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Once Upon A Time Watch - Season 7

I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT. I FINISHED.

Good Things:

Gonna say it right off the bat -- this season isn’t really good? But it’s also not bad. I had a good time watching it and personally, I think it’s stronger than seasons 5 and 6 were.

I love a lot of the new cast:

Andrew J. West as adult Henry

Dania Ramirez as Cinderella/Jacinda

Gabriella Anwar as Tremaine/Bellfrey

Mekia Cox as Tiana/Sabine

Adelaide Kane as Drizella/Ivy

Rose Reynolds as Alice/Tilly

Tiera Skovbye as Robin/Margot

Daniel Francis as Facilier/Samdi

Also, I think it really helps the narrative to make Cinderella a woman of color while her stepfamily is white.

Drizella is the standout new character, and I love the twist that she cast the curse, not her mother. She has a very good and satisfying arc.

For the earlier episodes of the season, I actually like more of the focus on day to day events in Hyperion Heights, rather than grand epic magic. It’s something I missed about season 1 that I’m glad came back.

This season also struck a fairly decent balance between day to day events and grand magical schemes. Characters were woken and regained their memories slowly, until both plots could interweave into one story. It had a few missteps but for the most part worked fairly well.

Alice and Robin are adorable, and I really appreciate the writers letting a lesbian couple finally take the center stage, rather than only being implied (Mulan/Aurora) or only lasting a single episode (Ruby/Dorothy).

I like Tremaine being Rapunzel. That was a nice way to combine the stories. And I much prefer this Rapunzel to the random one-off Rapunzel in season 3.

Tremaine giving her life to save Lucy is a nice touch and a good end to her character. She had a pretty solid arc for the season that I enjoyed.

At first I hated Alice being Nook and Gothel’s daughter, but it’s growing on me. I think because it’s a similar situation to Robin and Zelena, where the woman became pregnant by pretending to be someone else and tricking the man (hey OUAT writers, that’s rape, please remember this), but instead of excusing Zelena they keep Gothel as the villain the whole time, and it’s made very clear that Gothel is not Alice’s mother in any way that matters. It’s also a really nice connection for Nook, since he doesn’t have the relationships with the rest of the cast the same as regular Hook.

I like the finale taking place in the Wish Realm, purely for the sake of all the cameos they can bring in. I wish they’d played that up a bit more, honestly.

Overall, I like Rumple’s ending and his sacrifice. He did the right thing fully believing that he wouldn’t get back to Belle, and that’s ultimately what got him his happy ending with her. Good shit, good shit.

I also like how the entire story turned into Regina’s redemption arc, going full circle from the Evil Queen to the Good Queen. It’s cheesy, but it’s nice.

Bad Things:

It’s really obvious that they only had a handful of the original actors at their disposal. Some characters are unceremoniously written out, while others are awkwardly shoehorned in. They get the hang of it eventually, striking a balance between the old and the new, but for a while the setup is very awkward.

The downtown Seattle setting just isn’t working for me. Storybrooke had a very distinct feel to the entire town, and its locations were almost like characters in and of themselves. Meanwhile Hyperion Heights is just a generic downtown area that doesn’t stand out from the rest of the city at all. Also, people can freely come and go... but only sometimes. It’s very unclear.

Alison Fernandez has little kid charm, for sure, but not enough to really carry the series the way she needs to. I just can’t get attached to her the way I got attached to little kid Henry -- though I think it’s more down to the writing than her performance. They don’t let her carry the story, it’s all wrapped up in the other characters.

While Andrew J. West perfectly captures Henry, he also highlights how dull of a character Henry really is. There’s nothing really distinct about his personality or anything to latch onto for the lead character.

Everything about Rumple this season.

I didn’t care for Rumple and Belle’s final episode with the silly Up montage. And it makes no sense that Rumple spends all those years with no idea how to get rid of the dagger, but then as soon as Belle dies he knows that he needs to find the Guardian. Why didn’t he do that decades ago? That was very unclear.

They also?? Don’t explain what the Guardian is?? Ever?? It’s yet another mysterious title they give to people without ever fucking explaining it. First Anastasia is one. Then for some reason, Alice is, and we’re never given any further info. It’s the multiple Saviors from season 6 all over again.

And then to top it all off, Rumple’s immortality is removed... with the Author’s Pen. You know, something he could have found ages ago. He’s a smart dude, he would have thought of that.

Honestly, Rumple has lost all of his presence and power. It’s like he’s background noise, and it’s a waste of Robert Carlyle.

There's too many competing villains in too short a span of time, and they keep trying to one up each other. Like it’s a twist, there was secretly an even bigger villain behind it all. It’s like matryoshka dolls, but with half-assed villains. And I don't like the chief one being Gothel. There’s nothing wrong with her, but she’s just not nearly as compelling as Tremaine, Drizella, or Facilier.

The repeated Dark Curses start to feel like a cop out, but Drizella managing it without crushing anyone’s heart is the biggest cop out of all.

Robin and Zelena's mother daughter squabbles are really forced and feel like something out of a bad Disney channel original movie.

Why the hell does the curse go back in time as well? It doesn’t add anything but confusion. Now it could have been really cool if they’d shown Henry’s phone conversation only from young Henry’s side in the premiere, and that’s what prompted him to wander the realms. They could have left the mystery of that for the entire season, making for a satisfying reveal. The way it was set up, it just seems odd. It’s like they realized last minute that they had a timeline error and hastily wrote this in to cover for it.

The finale’s big bad is Wish Realm Rumplestiltskin, which is... okay. But feels repetitive since we’ve been so used to Rumple for so long.

I... I don’t understand how Rumple’s sacrifice wound up killing the other Rumple. They didn’t explain that. It’s not like characters split with the Jekyll/Hyde serum, where that’s clearly established as a rule -- these are two different versions of the same character, I... I don’t... yeah, okay.

#personal #ouat rewatch

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1, 10, 16, 22 FOR SALTY ASKS, BITCH! xo

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

I’m going to say it and people are going to possibly fight me but Rumbelle. As someone who specializes in family and human rights law, it’s hard for me to watch because I feel like I’m watching one of my cases, particularly cases regarding Battered Women’s Syndrome where women are put through a cycle of abuse and affection that eventually leads to them snapping and killing their partners due to the constant fear that they feel. Granted, that didn’t happen on the show and I don’t think Adam & Eddy even have a clue what BWS is but it was the cycle that got me - the manipulation, the gaslighting and sometimes even trespass against the person via false imprisonment. (And yes, false imprisonment is categorized as trespass against the person in tort.) I constantly cringed while watching them mainly because it became clear many times that Rumple just doesn’t respect Belle’s autonomy and views her more as a coveted object than a partner.

Another is honestly…Kataang. I don’t find it abusive for the record or anything. And just a PSA out there for you, you CAN dislike a ship and not find it abusive, just saying. It’s more that I felt there wasn’t much chemistry for Aang and Katara. There was a serious maturity gap between them. I felt to me that Aang was always trying to hold on to his childhood and really not face issues unless they were pressing and he felt compelled too while Katara honestly acted more like an adult, which isn’t surprising considering the fact her mother died when she was young and she and Sokka were often left on their own because of the war. Katara really faced things head on and I feel like her actions towards Aang were more maternal than anything. @justanotherwannabeclassic and I have discussed this before but it feels like Katara was just a prize for Aang for saving the world and kinda lost her autonomy as person. She just became his girlfriend when she was a master fucking waterbender and I don’t think she would have been satisfied with just being a wife and mother, not that there is anything wrong with that but she’s very much into helping people and being a revolutionary - she was the fucking Painted Lady, c’mon now.

I could write an entire essay on these two and other ships but honestly this answer is long enough as is.

I’m gonna put my other answers under the cut because I have a lot of salt

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Alana. Seriously. If I could, I would rewrite the entire Once Upon a Time show post-season three. There’s so many things I have an issue with in regard to OUAT but if I had to chose one and this is hard, but the entire Killian killed David’s Dad/Killian’s Realm Tour 2017. That story arc was bullshit, in fact most of season six was bullshit. Season five was also bullshit but I digress. Anyway, I think the whole issue of Killian killing Robert was fucking dumb and was just drama for drama’s sake because Adam and Eddy got lazy and apparently wrote the majority of their plots high, and not the good kind of high. Like the kinda high you get when you buy cheap ass marijuana from a sketchy street vender in Switzerland kinda high. That’s the minor beef I have with this arc, the main bit is the Emma moping and thinking Killian abandoned her nonsense. Girl, we just went through THREE SEASONS of crazy ass insanity where it was confirmed MANY times that Killian wasn’t ever going to leave her, loved her and would die like five hundred times for her. The fact that she immediately thought that he left instead of, maybe I don’t know, being kidnapped or hurt is just absurd to me. It’s fucking absurd. 

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

Oh god, where to do I fucking begin. Number one, I would have had a fucking real overarching plot for OUAT and I would have totally reworked seasons four through seven with more original spins. One of the things that attracted me to the show in the first place was how they took characters like Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood and they turned them on their heads and made them bad ass and unique. That didn’t seem to happen much post-season three. I would have changed Elsa and Anna up a bit instead of making them carbon copies of their movie selves. It would be something making Elsa morally grey and a boss ass political bitch who gives Regina a run for her money and make Anna an absolute tomboy who have no interest in being a princess but would rather be a flower child and walk around in the woods all day bare foot and incredibly strong because all she does is climb trees. I love the idea of playing Elsa off as winter and Anna as a spring. Work with that. That would have been an interesting thing. 

Also, I actually did not enjoy the author arc at all. I get the idea of playing around with the characters as inverse/opposites of their true natures but I just rolled my eyes a lot. I would have done an entirely different arc, maybe looked more at realm traveling or you know actually address whether people want to return to the Enchanted Forrest. Hell, I would have maybe even done something about the town line and whether the citizens of Storybrooke wanted to explore the outside world. 

Dark Swan was a wasted opportunity in my opinion and they really missed a chance to make Emma actually do some really crazy shit and you know confront some of the issues that had been buried under the rug in the past few seasons but that’s not biggest issue actually. I had more issues with the Underworld as a Greek mythology buff than I did with Dark Swan but how they did the Dark Ones thing could have been so much better. But Underworld deserves more of my beef. *sigh* That, personally to me, was a wasted arc creatively. Don’t get me wrong, I cried like a bit at the elevator scene but I feel like they should have gone more Greek myth than Disney Hades. I think I’ve said before to @katie-dub that it would have been more interesting if Hades wasn’t so much of an antagonist but more of someone who misleads them into thinking that Killian is in the worst part of the Underworld while he really isn’t, he’s either on the Asphodel Meadows and doesn’t remember her or in Elysium where he’s completely at peace and taking him back would pose more of a moral question for Emma on whether or not she should. 

We can all agree that seasons six is a train wreck right? I was a little annoyed at the timelines and the issues brought up in regard to Captain Swan. It seemed like they were issues that had been addressed or should have been addressed in previous seasons. I found the whole wedding thing super rushed. I would have been content if Captain Swan had more of background role drama-wise and maybe they actually used the wedding to really build on Emma and Snow’s relationship more because it had been strongly ignored. The Black Fairy was a wasted villain and Gideon wasn’t really necessary. Let’s be real, that final battle was a massive letdown and the last time I checked a TLK doesn’t save you from normal mortal wounding. I kinda wished they played around with the Untold Stories Thing a bit more in S6. I would have totally nixed the Wish Realm and the Musical Episode even though I liked the music. I just found a lot of their plots confusing, unnecessary and tired.

Okay, I didn’t watch a lot of season seven but I do have an issue with the recycling of plots and characters. I don’t mind Jacinda or Tilly/Alice but I found the whole recycle of Alice in Wonderland and Cinderella a sign that the creative well had run dry. I wish they had work with new material and stories such as the Labyrinth, Black Cauldron, Treasure Island, Atlantis or even fucking Enchanted. They could have also worked in on some of the legends from 1,001 Arabian Nights, worked more with Greek mythology particularly the Odyssey or the Argonauts. There’s a lot of creative things they could have done and just didn’t do. You’re welcome to like season seven and the characters it introduced but it just felt more like a money grab with incredibly lazy writing.

22. Popular character you hate?

I have a feeling a lot of people might unfollow me for this one but David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor. Like I’m sure not a lot of people have noticed this but I do not reblog anything with Ten in it. I know he’s everyone’s favorite and people love him and think he’s attractive but I actually hate his treatment of Rose, Martha and Donna as well as his weird space casanova act. I actually don’t really like Ten/Rose that much mainly because Ten doesn’t seem to have the same love and denotation for her that Nine did and was totally cool with leaving her and Mickey alone in a murder robot infested space in the 51st century to chase after Madame Pompadour. I don’t think the Ninth “I could save the world but lose you” Doctor would have done the whole “does it need saying?” and would have left Rose in Pete’s World with his clone without giving her a say. I was really irked by that. He whined about how much he missed Rose for TWO. WHOLE. FUCKING. SEASONS and when she came back, he’s like “here, have my clone and fuck off.” It bothered me so much and I think a lot of Rose hate is honestly based off Ten’s melodramatic ass and how he whined about missing Rose and made Martha feel inferior. Martha Jones was a fucking boss and didn’t deserve the shit he gave her. And then, we have Donna, poor Donna who didn’t get a choice at all in her fate. He chose it for her and that will never not bother me. Rose, Martha and Donna deserved more. End of story.

#asks #answered #starlessness #ro speaks #meme bullshit #salty asks #I AM A VERY SALTY PERSON #I'M NOT SORRY #personal