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babygirlbites · 20 days

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Okay thank you and I won't! Now... Imagine being Leah's Imprint and feeling that draw before she changed, leading you to be her very best friend rather than a lover for when she was with Sam... And perhaps to you legitimately threatening Sam once he broke her heart.

It could be kinda funny if that is the one thing non of the Pack knows - that you legitimately scared Sam when he had just imprinted on Emily? Bonus points if he has to act like nothing happened around you because you are always with Leah now, and aren't shy about that fact.

(I know this is weird, I just want to kinda punch him in the face or scare him.)

Best Friends to Lovers Pipeline Headcannon (Leah Clearwater)

Normally not a BF2L kind of girl but this ask was just too good to miss

• the boys on the Rez used to pull your hair when you were a kid and call you names, typical childish tourment we all go through

• that is until the day another girl lands a surprisingly strong punch to a juvenile Paul Lahotes face to defend your honour

• Ever since that day you and Leah had been by each others side, inseparable

• sue would often joke that you were the second daughter she never had - and for a long while it did feel that way

• you shared everything; toys, secrets, clothes

• as the two of you grew up, your friendship often dwindled and reconciled

• you had different classes, made new friendships seperate too eachother

• as the dreaded teens and hormones hit the two of you would sometimes argue, both storming home to your respective mothers and crying to them

• but these arguments never lasted; being away from Leah felt as abnormal to you as trying to swim against a current

• Sue would ring your mom and they would laugh at how silly you both could be; their life experience meaning they could see things the two of you could not

• your parents never fretted or worried, they knew you two were never far from making up and returning to being thick as theives

• unlike the other girls in class, you two weren’t boy crazy, neither you or Leah had any interest in sharing your prescious time with boyfriends

• and why would you? You both had everything the other needed

• this all changed of course when Leah caught Sam’s eye

• She hurried home one day, forcing her younger brother from the family landline to ring you, to tell you all about her new obsession

• and you didn’t get it; the twist in your gut or the sick feeling in the bottom of your stomach at your friends new happiness

• you didn’t quite understand yet why you had such an issue with the boy; he had done nothing wrong to you

• you saw them together multiple times but still something was just so wrong with it all too you; everything was about Sam now

•”me and Sam did this…” , “did you know Sam…”, “Sam says he thinks…”, “me and Sam are going to …”

• at first you thought it was just a fear of being replaced; sure, Leah was spending less time with you now that she had a boyfriend, but she still made a furious effort to see you and was dedicated to keeping up your weekly sleepovers

• this confusion was cleared the first time you saw them kiss

•it was like being punched in the gut, a feeling of jealously so intense you had nothing to compare it too

• and it terrified you

• you pulled away from Leah, sleepovers turning to bi weekly, then monthly and then none at all

• you started going out with your other friends, taking your fake id to the closest town and partying with them

• for maybe the first time in your life you were being a “normal” teenager, acting out and mixing with boys

• you kissed boys, girls - anyone who would distract you from your best friend

• trying to be a promiscuous party girl felt like trying to fit a circle into a square shaped hole, but it at least gave you something else to use your time on instead of pining for your lost connection with Leah

• that was until you woke up to rocks at your window, Leah at your door, with tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes

• she told you how Sam had left her, the ins and outs and the gory details, every new tear down her cheek made you wince

• “I don’t even know why I came here, I just had to see you” she admits, and you want to get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness, to take back every second you spent pulling away from her

• instead you pull her into your arms and hold her there while she sobs

• days later you turn up to Sam’s house, unsure as to why you’re there or what you plan on doing, but as soon as you see his face behind the door screen your words just tumble out

• you lay it all on him; how vile you think he is, how wrong he is for leaving Leah for her own cousin

• he just takes it, staring down at you with wide eyes

• when he finally speaks you expect him to give some kind of pathetic apology, but instead he tries to tell you he didn’t have any control over his situation

• you’ve struck him before either of you even realise what you’ve done

• admittadly it’s a fairly shabby throw, but your nails catch his skin and break it

• you turn on your heels and storm away before Sam can even gather his thoughts enough to realise he’s just been slapped

• it’s a bitter sweet senario; Leah is more broken than you’ve ever seen her, but in some form you have your best friend back

• you never explain yourself for why you put the distance in place, and if Leah wonders she never bothers to ask

• Sue starts seeing you again, the sleep overs restart

• a strange sense of equilibrium sets in

• that is, of course until Harry dies

• and then she’s just gone

• you don’t even see Leah at the funeral; you hold Sue extra tight that day, hugging her for herself and her daughter

• and oh god do you miss her

• but every text you send is left unanswered, every time you visit the house there’s a new excuse for why you can’t see her

• it’s a month and three days before you see her again, and yes, you had counted

• it’s your turn to storm up too her;demanding an explanation right there in the fresh fruit aisle of the supermarket

• you have no clue what you expected her to say or do; but she just stares at you, openly gawking

• ironic really; you haven’t changed at all since the last time she saw you and she had grown about a foot and toned up massively - you can’t help but subconsciously search for steroids in her basket

• you find out much later that this was the moment Leah imprinted on you, right there and then as you sounded off about how lonely you had been and how much of a bitch she was for leaving you like that

• the dynamic shifted again between the two of you; it was like she couldn’t quite stay away now

• everywhere you went Leah was nearby, never really there but just hovering in the vacinity

• a walk on the beach? Leah’s in her car is at the car park

• youre out with friends? Leah is on the other side of the bar trying to not get caught watching you

• in the end she turns up to your house again, stones at the window and all

• it’s different this time, you’ve always been able to tell if Leah is nervous - you know the twitch and the lack of eye contact, traits she has carried from a very young age

• she shows you what she is and she’s scared

• she knows this is a huge thing, but she can’t stay away from you anymore

• and now YOURE scared, your best friend is a massive wolf and you’re just supposed to be cool with that?

• you run, still in your slippers from the house, and lock the door behind you

• you know the could catch up if she wanted too but Leah has always loved you too much to do that to you

• she knows you need time, and although she’s scared to death that you’ll never come back, she has to let you go

• and you do come back

• this time you’re at her window

• she’s rough, bags under her eyes and her hair is lank like it been washed since she last saw you

• (it hasn’t, she’s been so physically unwell by being rejected by you that she couldn’t eat, sleep or take care of herself)

• Seth had tried to get his mom to call the doctor but Sue just pushed him off; she knew her daughter and the truth behind her intense need for your company

• she knew the imprint bond, even if Leah hadn’t told her in so many words

• and most importantly, she knew you

• Sue had always known that no matter what, you and her daughter were fated to come back together every time you fell apart

• and as always, she was right

• Leah explained the imprint too you, selling it as a friendship bond as to not scare you too much

• you weren’t stupid, you knew the tribes tales, told around bonfires since you were young

• but you let her have you in her life how she needed you, you’d be there for her in whatever form she needed you

• you and Leah definitely have “ you fell first but she fell harder” vibe

• falling in love romantically is inevitable for both of you, but it does give Sue some giggles to watch you both fight it at every turn

• Sue has always had a soft spot for you, knowing you were destined to be part of her family somehow

• Harry used to bet that you would fall for Seth and always be around that way, but she was all too happy to admit that he was wrong

• you brought her daughter back to her, Leah could truly be herself in your company

• when you are around the pack there’s the added level of awkwardness by being around both Emily and therefore Sam

• your history is unspoken, not even Leah knows what happened that night you turned up on his doorstep

• the rest of the pack are left to theorise why Sam seems so uncomfortable when you’re in a room with just him, why he jumps slightly everytime you move too fast

• they find it hilarious, it is hilarious - someone as small as you in comparison to the literal leader of the pack

• Leah tries to ask you about it numerous times but you just bat her off and say you don’t know what she’s talking about

• and she lets it go, because she doesn’t feel any sort of way towards Sam anymore, her heart healed by you

#twilight saga #imagine #imagines #twilight #leah clearwater #quileute #leah clearwater x y/n #Leah Clearwater headcannon #leah clearwater x reader #wow #i went insane #this was not supposed to be this long

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bg3-npc · 6 months

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If you remove Wyll's relation to Ulder from the situation, I think immediately exiling Wyll was not only harmful but fucking stupid. Imagine Wyll's exact scenario but with the child of a separate politically important person.

Ulder returns to Baldur's Gate and a politician's child is now owned by a demon. They cannot speak of the extent of control said demon has over them, and there is no evidence to verify their testimony of events. There is very little to see and at first glance the scene is pretty damning.

Now if you look at things for two additional seconds, which honestly any politician should default to doing, there are many things wrong with the picture being presented.

The first one being the politician's kid has never displayed any behavior to make someone believe they are anything but good. The child was raised by a well respected, level-headed person, and they have a spotless record free of evil tendencies. This child loves Baldur's Gate, wants to make it a better place, and was doing everything in their power to become a worthy political heir. For them to suddenly align themselves with evil is inconsistent with their history and completely out of their character.

The next factor being the demon herself. Demons cause harm both directly and indirectly. They are infamous for not only lying, but manipulating the truth to make something look like the opposite of how it truly is. Demons are evil entities that know how to make you see what they want you to see.

Another factor is total lack of any evidence. It would be one thing if there was proof contradicting the child's testimony, but there is NO evidence AT ALL. This child is known for their honesty yet there is nothing to verify their story. This makes it appear they're lying, but there is also nothing proving they are. Additionally, they DO have proof in the form of scars and a newfound disability. They acquired them somehow but oddly enough there is nothing that explains them either. Finally, when you ask for details about the demonic contract, they physically cannot make words detailing anything come out of their mouth.

Look at everything we discovered from not jumping to conclusions! Combine all these factors and the once simple scene is more complicated than you first thought. Now to be fair, the result of the mystery scenario is still the main problem. The politician's child is now a threat to the city, and that issue needs to be resolved. With everything to consider however, could the best solution be made quickly?

Once again, there is a demon involved. Regardless of how straightforward a scenario may seem, is one involving a demon not always suspect? What if their goal was to get the child exiled? Maybe making a politician's child a threat is part of a larger, more dangerous plan. Even if the politician's child is the threat, isn't any threat involving a politician's child also a threat to a politician? Is a threat to a politician not also a threat to the city? Isn't any threat that involves a person with political power a threat to the city too? Is a threat involving the city not a threat that needs to be assessed before determining the best solution? A solution that might not be as easy as throwing the child out?

Ulder is anything but irrational. He analyzes and considers all possible angles of anything. Ulder wants to make the right decision, the best decision when it comes to the well-being of the city. He is not quick to come to a conclusion or decision unless necessary. Is it not in the best interest of the city that something involving a demon and a politician's heir is to maybe take a second look? To slow down and consider other potentials? To look at things objectively? To maybe get input from a third party? To perhaps reevaluate the situation?

Is that not part of the duty he carries out everyday? Is that not how he regularly handles situations? Is that not his typical thought process? Is a thorough investigation not the best for the city he swore to protect? Is that not standard practice? Is that not the most rational thing to do? Is there not a million different factors to consider? Why does everything and everyone else need consideration unless they're Uder's son?

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #wyll ravengard #ulder ravengard #bg3 wyll #mine #*thinks about why Wyll has self worth issues*#*has to think about Ulder*#*is filled with rage over a fictional father*#this was NOT supposed to be this long #but my brain cannot think about Wyll #without also apparently righting a thesis #🎮 bg3

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hangmanbradshaw · 5 months

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Lightning strikes every time he moves on ao3

Jake does not have a crush on Bradley fucking Bradshaw (he totally doesn't, shut up Javy), he doesn't want to be dragged along on this trip, and he definitely doesn't want to room with said pain in his ass/newfound almost friend. He buried all that shit long ago, but when Bradley asks if he'll teach him about sleeping with guys, he can't resist the challenge. Turns out no one had ever stuck, but Bradley Bradshaw is unshakeable.

Or,

About to be formed into a permanent squadron, the daggers take a group trip to a cabin in the mountains to enjoy some skiing and festive decorations. An unexpected blizzard unearths a crush that ends up being so much more, and Jake never thought he'd be writing both a complaint and thank you letter to Triple A.

#HAPPY BDAY GEORGIE #MY BDAY TWIN FOR LIFEEEEEE #my fics #hangster #sereshaw #this was not supposed to be this long #gccu

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prettybbychim · 10 months

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i read a fic recently and let me just say something

sensory tools do not need to be removed to “fully be present”

sensory tools do not mean you are not “living in the moment properly”

sensory tools make the moment tolerable so that you can live in the moment properly

i loved this fic otherwise, but this one comment left a rather sour taste in my mouth.

it was a violent slap to the face as someone sitting here day in and day out with their own headset on to dampen the noise of everyday life.

you can have alhaitham remove his headset. that’s not the issue.

this issue is making him out to be thoughtless and uncaring of others. an abnormality. that robot of a man blocking out the world because everything and everyone is needless and an annoyance.

this reflects right back on us.

alhaitham can fully enjoy an evening out with his friends with his headset. he does not need to take them off. know why? because if he did, it would all just be sound noise sound overwhelm pain get me out of here

again, i dare say, it makes the evening tolerable. so that he can be fully present, mentally and physically.

fuck right off with that ableist mindset

#genshin impact #genshin #mental health #sensory overload #alhaitham #rant post #rant #ableism #sensory issues #auditory sensitivity #this was not supposed to be this long #i have a lot of emotions #i’m protective of him #because he is me and i am him #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin fanfic #i will admit i projected a little bit at the end there #but my point still stands

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professorchatwin · 1 year

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Imagine one of those click bait videos ("we're going to drop this car into a swimming pool full of orbeez!!" Except it's "We're going to put a swimming pools worth of orbeez in our buddy Nick!!" And it's just a long ass video where they're being over hype and initially the guy is into it and holding capacity like a champ. The other guys are playing with his gut, poking, jiggling. And this guy manages to get down a kiddee pool of orbeez. Visibly stuffed to capacity so full you can almost hear the beads moving in him, almost see the little jewel tone colors through his skin. He stands, now unable to reach around his belly, almost knocked off balance by how gravid he's become. But it isn't over. "Like and subscribe for part 2! Not much of a pool without water!" Guys looks confused as one of his buddies pushes him back onto the chair, right onto a lubed up hose that slips into him and stops right against his prostate. His brain gets caught between a protest and a moan for a second too long and he misses the window before the other hose gets strapped to his mouth. The water starts flowing. Not fast. Not aggressive. But enough to make Nick hard and needy. The camera is rolling and he's shamelessly trying to pleasure himself on the hose all the while gulping water, his buddies playing with his gut. He'd be worried about cumming on camera if his belly weren't spreading between his legs and hiding it. One of the guys running his gut, the one he's pretty sure came up with this whole thing is rubbing his belly in all the right places. Then, the guy leans over and whispers in his ear about how he'd better have an amazing capacity because he wouldn't want his new toy to pop now would he?

#tummy #belly #weight gain #fat boy #bhm #this was not supposed to be this long #inorganic stuffing #big boy

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latenightsleeper · 11 months

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Interesting fact about Tank is that they actually play the violin, very interesting for someone who’s covered in scars and can deal devastating damage to people and places. Tank grew up loving their violin, played and played and played as they grew up. Even winning a few trophies and medals because of it, every Asian parents dream ya know?

Even as their magic manifested and things got more and more complicated and more..painful, they still found great comfort in playing it. Sadly, they started to stop playing in front of people. Only playing in their empty house the older they got. When Christian and Tank got closer and they started to hang out more and more, Tank would sometimes play. In an empty room and away from Christian but they’d play in his presence.

He was so confused to first hear classical violin music suddenly echoing in the house but stayed quiet, playing on their tv but peeking where the music was coming from. He never got up thought, he felt like if he moves that magical music would stop. Christian felt like their air during those moments were so fragile, like spun sugar that would shatter should he even breath too heavy.

As it kept happening and they got more and more used to it, Christian would sometimes get up and slowly walk to where Tank was. Quietly standing against the wall next to the door, hearing how Tank would play and how the music would seep out and echo against the wooden floors. How their music made his core warm and fuzz in his chest, his eyes closed as he lead his head back. Then he’d slowly walk back to the living room, waiting for his Tanker to come back so he could switch out and let them play.

Then one day, Tank gently tugged his hand and slowly walked him to the room he had grown to know as their music room—maybe not officially but he knew that’s here they’d play their music. Christian remembers how they looked into his eyes, dark dark eyes looking into his mix matched blue ones, a question in them that they didn’t have to ask him. A soft squeeze, one of the softest touches He’d had ever given them at his point before Tank turned the door knob open and all Chrissy could see for a while was gold.

It was a small room all things considered, there wasn’t a lot to say about it. Just two chairs, a small table, a tiny bookcase and a music sheet stand with a window in the wall facing the door. The window that was open and letting warm golden light bath the room in its hue.

It was like Christian had stepped into a piece of amber when you’d hold it in the sunlight, that’s how the sunlight seemed to blanket the room. The window was open and letting cool air flow in as tank pulled him in, as Christian blinked himself back to his body he saw green.

So much green—plants there were so many plants in the room as well, on the bookcase it was like the plants that seemed to keep going we’re trying to eat the bookcase. Their bright green leaves a welcoming sight as they seemed to preen and bloom under the golden light.

“ I..wanna play for you..”

The thing about Tank that Christian had always found funny and—don’t tell Tank about this—liked was how..soft they were despite how they looked and were seen by others. Tanks voice was soft, always so soft even when they were angry, low in volume and monotone but he still found it appealing. Even when they first met and they hissed at him while he chided them for shit they could both care less about now. Tank was alway soft and gentle, in a way you’d never expect from them. How they always handled everything they touched with care, warmth in their fingertips.

Even now as they pulled him along and set him in front of the second chair as they stood in front of him, their hand on his hand was light, soft and full of a care and affection he didn’t question was there. Christian nodded, no snarky words there to say as he sat and look at them.

Looked at how they seemed to brighten at his nod, picking up the violin that they’d been playing behind the door he too was behind now. Watched as Tank gently rested it on their shoulder, their arms gracefully moving into position, a soft breath leaving them as Tank closed their eyes before their arms started to move.

Christian would never forget that day, he doesn’t think he could even if he tried. The sight he saw as Tank played for him was something he held close to his heart, something he’d covet for the rest of his days.

Tank bathed in a golden light as they played their music, in a tiny room filled to the brim with life and warmth as Christian listened. The light of the setting sun descending on then all, the plants shinning and glowing, a cool breeze blowing in through the cracked open window.

And if Christian started to listen to more and more classical music, that was no one’s business but his.

#latenightsleeper #redacted tank #redacted Darlin #redacted chrissy #redacted christian #this was not supposed to be this long #maybe I should draw this #mmmmm #maybe #but yes tank sharing their passions

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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Sosa Hii!! Do you have any aki thoughts??

moneaa hey luv <33 do i have any aki thoughts? of course i do! who doesn’t honestly 😩 i love him a little too much

personally i like character types like him: dark n moody, probably have some trauma in his past, emotionally stunted (intentionally or not), probably a prodigy and really strong…the list goes on fr. i find him and other characters similar to him very appealing and intriguing to me.

sometimes i like to daydream about how personal aki is. like he cherishes the things he’s received very deeply, sometimes on a subconscious level. i kinda noticed this in his partnership with himeno, the cigarettes she gave him, his friendship with power and denji. . . he’s especially that way with you.

you’re something—someone, he can really call his own and no one else’s. you are only for him and he’s only for you. this isn’t something physical you can give away to someone else, and this isn’t a bond that either of you share. he’s yours and you’re his. he finds immense comfort and calm in that fact. so much so, that when denji and power and snoring away in his living room, sometimes he sneaks out of his own house, his heart and his mind leading him to a little slice of heaven in this hell he has to live in everyday: your house. he’s knows it’s risky making his way to you in the dead of night, considering his job and the fact that there could very well be devils lurking around, those with powers he couldn’t even imagine.

but he doesn’t care. when it comes to you, he does what he wants because it’s you. he’s personal like that.

it’s an ungodly hour, past two am maybe, when your phone buzzes in your palm. you were watching miscellaneous videos on youtube when a preview of the text aki sent you briefly drops down on your screen.

open the window in your bathroom.

you weren’t sure why he was here at this hour— you weren’t expecting to see him for another few days— but regardless, you didn’t miss a beat hopping out the comfort of your warm bed and padded your way to the bathroom next to your bedroom.

when you creaked the door open, your eyes were met with your dark haired boyfriend perched on a sturdy branch inches away from your windowpane . you couldn’t help but smile at the adolescent feeling of it all: teen lovers forbidden from being together, so in order to see each other they had to resort to things like this.

once you unlocked the window and he swiftly stepped inside, he locked the glass again behind him and let out a heavy sigh, and threw his head back, before turning to face you. aki’s face was expressionless, even more so because it was dark, but his little heart was a drum against his chest and ribs. a little part of him hopes that you can heart it and realize it’s for you.

aki’s hair wasn’t tied up tonight, he didn’t really feel like putting it up again and decided to let his roots relax a little. so curtains of onyx hair fell in tresses across his face and forehead, his black earrings glimmering slightly in either ear. he wore a simple, large black hoodie and black sweatpants; the sword he carried around for work rested lifelessly on his back. he was always careful.

he didn’t speak for a while, thinking that he would take the initiative to explain what he was doing here, but he didn’t. this only made your worry grow a little more. “aki? is. . . everything okay?”

you met his stare, attempting to find the answers on your own from just looking in his eyes. but you weren’t successful.

aki hummed before replying. “everything’s fine. denji and power snore so fucking loud. one of these days i’m actually going to kill them and dump them on the street.” his voice was low— steady and serious, which something you found attractive, but you could still hear the faint amusement in his voice. “your place is quiet and peaceful.” that was all the answer he gave you before slipping out of the bathroom and making a beeline to your room.

you followed shortly after him, watching him take off his hoodie and sword, maneuvering around your bed as if he lived here. you couldn’t help the chuckle that erupted in your throat.

“so that’s it? you came all the way out here to my house because you couldn’t stand denji and power snoring? wow.” you retorted softly, feigning hurt in your voice as you climbed into bed next to him. “you could have easily moved to another room if it was that bad.”

as if there were magnets in your epidermis layer of skin, aki’s big calloused hands gravitated under your shirt and landed on your side, mindlessly rubbing a path from your hips to your waist. you also snuggled into his side and rest a palm on his chest.

“true. but your room is way better.” he replied. you made an amused humming sounds in agreement.

soon your breathing patterns fell in sync, and before long, you were sound asleep, whisked away into dreamland with your boyfriend carrying you there. he looked down at you in a loving stare you rarely got to see from him. this is personal. this was his. even after all this time he still didn’t like the two devils in his personal space, or anywhere near him really. but aki was . . . particular about you.

and even though he knew you were now asleep, he whispered against the temple of your forehead, “i feel more at peace when im with you, princess.”

#—sosa’s thoughts💭#moots :)#🍫—asks!#mxsmaniaa #aki hayakawa #aki 🖤#csm #csm drabbles #ANYWAY #this was not supposed to be this long #damnn i have a problem #i hope that you like it and it made sense #anyway yea he is baby i lub him so much

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feralfoxcritter · 1 year

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im exhausted and in pain. but worth it. i stood outside in the rain for a bit with my partner and it was so nice until i got cold and then i decided it was time to snuggle into blankets because i dismantled my den for reasons and now ive got my partner's hoodie by me. (im laying on it because i want it to be warm before i go to sleep because if it smells like and feels like them its perfect) and i will be asking a few friends to play in the rain with me when it starts up again because oh my goodness !!

#foxkin #otherkin #this was not supposed to be this long

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notoriousbeb · 1 year

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Okay, this is last thing I’m going to say on this subject (unless something new comes to light). But…and this is just my two cents…I am not yet fully convinced the Matty/Taylor romance is real. And I have a few reasons (under the cut for your sanity).

We know they are friends and work with the same people and have worked together. The fact that he performed with Phoebe when she opened (and likely would have last night too if not for the rain), is a good enough reason for him to be at the show. Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t he late to the first show? Maybe he was supposed to open that one with Phoebe as well.

On that note, yes, to me, opening up for the biggest tour in the world is a good enough reason to fly 20 hours (it’s not like the man was in coach). The 1975 is successful, but let’s not pretend Matt Healy is the household name Taylor Swift is. He was likely either going to the United States or to England after the Asia tour was over, and the difference in distance is negligible at that level of time commitment.

The car photos: first, we already know she hangs out late with friends after her shows. Hanging out does not necessarily equal, you know, things. ALSO, they were in a big butt SUV that was part of a caravan of her people. Who is to say they were even alone? And even if they were alone, what, she can’t just hang out with a guy friend without making out with them?

I keep seeing people saying they were together in 2014 so this was “a long time coming;” however, there are no dating photos from that time, no comments from Taylor (unless you count the tweet where she requests the media stop insinuating that she’s dating her friends) and a full-out denial from Matty where he said the rumors were “all fake.”

The Entertainment Tonight article is the only one out there that states the 2014 relationship as a fact, and it’s the only one quoting the source(s) about Jack setting them up/the mutual crushes. This tells me this article was either a placement from Taylor’s team or ET is wilding (and I don’t think the latter is likely). So, a planned announcement about Taylor’s new crush…that’s just weird to begin with, right? Has her team ever put out a quote like that, giving the details of an early relationship? Like, to me, that just seems out of left field; which leads me to my final point of contention:

Matty and the band are currently into a whole “performance art” shtick (which I will not pretend to fully understand). Could this article and the on-stage mouthed messages be part of that? Seems totally possible to me.

All that to say, these two dating could certainly be a real thing and/or fling. And if so, get it girl. You do you…But also, Harry is much better looking and does not have a history of saying douchey things, so, do with that information what you will. ;0)

#this was not supposed to be this long #I apologize #haylor #it gets there in the end #trust me

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therabbitthatpostthings · 1 year

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A comic I might draw later

HEAVILY inspired by MorningMark and that one scene from Casper meets Wendy (1998).

TLDR: Luz friends love her and will defend her from any threat, even petty human teenagers. Playing real fast and loose with magic and Gravesfield okay, I don't know how magic transfer over now that The Titan is gone and King is still too young but we don't have to get in to all that okay. Also this isn't proofread, this is just a silly little idea I had.

So Luz is back in human realm to finish school along with Vee. Going about her daily goings about. On days like these she likes to walk around and just think/talk with String Bean. They can’t be in the Boiling Iles every weekend so taking a walk around Earth’s nature will have to do. She is human after all. Well no one said Luz’s return was a welcomed one (and after her whole speech about Phillip in class I doubt high schoolers spared her), but who is she care about their opinions? She’s the daughter of the greatest witch who ever lived, sister to a literal god and is friends with the most powerful witches the Demon Realm has ever known! Of course no one on Earth knows or would believe her (spare Jacob), but it’s the thought that counts!

All in all her days passed by fine, save for a few particular classmates. Classmates that had known Luz since she moved to Gravesfield and seen her jump from wierdo, to normie, to reserved and now somehow even weirder? The teasing never stopped or at least you get used to it, is what she told herself. More accurately what she told to String Bean on this particular walk.

“I can’t wait for break to come! Bump finally said yes to opening a Flyer Derby Track!” She cheered. String Bean hissed happily. She turned her head towards the tree line in confusion, like a puppy. Hearing something, she quickly turned into a staff. Luz was quick to grab her worried something might of spooked her.

“This is hilarious, I know you don’t have any friends but talking to a stick is a new low.” A familiar snide voice called from the tree line coming from the bushes and onto the path.

“Ugh Anna.” Luz rolled her eyes as the three stepped out, Anna and the other two girls Luz never really caught the name of.

“If I annoyed so bad why are you always following me? And I do have friends FYI!”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Your ‘super cool and awesome friends from out of town’!” She mocked “Weird that no one’s ever seen them before-“

“People have seen them, they were here for Halloween! They were in my Summer Break Presentation!”

“Oh yeah they were,” one of the follower girls said. Anna sent a stern eye her way before striding over to Luz.

“Whatever. Doesn’t change that you don’t have any friends at school and it makes sense! All you do is creep people out.”

“You think I want to friends like you?” Luz scoffed

“Excuse me-“

“You’re so rude to everyone around you, I doubt even those two like you.”

“What do you know?! Everyone thinks you’re weird!”

“Well if being ‘normal’, whatever that means, makes me like you? I’ll pass.“

Anna huffed in anger lunging towards Luz and grabbing onto the staff. They struggled, pulling towards each other. “Stop it! You’ll hurt her!”

“Her?!” Anna pushed off her back foot taking Luz down and grabbing hold of String Bean. She raised it above her head. “It’s just a stupid stick-“

Before she could slam String Bean down, a sheet of ice covered the path took Anna and her two followers down. String Bean was tossed in the air and caught by a figure riding a long vine.

“Luz!” Willow called out, the vine spiraling down to meet her on the path. Hunter and Gus were close behind. String Bean transformed back in Willow’s hand and floated towards Luz, nuzzling into her cheek.

“Oh girl, I thought I lost you.” She cradled String Bean close.

“Is she okay?” Hunter called out finally catching up with Willow, Gus behind him.

“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” Luz replied.

“What about you Luz?” Gus asked

“I’m fine,” she smiled “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we came to see if you wanted to hang out but it seems we caught you at a bad time.” Willow glared at the girls. They all scrambled to their feet, ready to run but were blocked by a wall suddenly appearing behind them.

“That’s bold, picking a fight and then running away?” Hunter stated

“Three on one? Talk about unfair.” Gus sneered

“I think three on three is fair enough.” Willow said, magic circles already formed.

“Guys!” Luz called. Luz looked at Anna, full of fear and for a moment saw something familiar. Even if it was fair, she sighed, “It’s not worth it, some people just never change.”

All three complied, sending their own threatening look towards the girls.

“What if they say anything?” Gus asked

“I doubt it, they would look like weirdos.” Luz smiled smugly. String Bean hissed as if to accent the point.

“See you guys on Monday.” Luz said waved off taking to the sky with her friends. Anna and her friends were awestruck at the sight but more so that no one would ever believe them.

Bonus:

“Well I don’t want to go near her- her creepy friends could come attack us again!” One of the girls yelled over the video call.

“We were not attacked, okay. Just Luz and her weirdo friends.” Anna huffed

“Get over it Anna, just let her be.” The other called

“When did this become my fault?!”

“When you almost got us killed today!

“For the last time, we were not attacked-“

A soft tapping at the window.

“Anna?”

“Hold on,” she said moving towards the window. She leaned it, examining it closely. Splattered her window suddenly was a mess of purple goo. It pulled itself off the glass and formed into a body, a face started to form from the goo. A girl with purple hair and bright yellow eyes, like a cat. She tapped on the window with a smile leaving a purple smear. Anna hesitated before the girl opened the window herself.

“Hi.” She smiled

“H-Hi.” Anna stammered

“I’m gonna keep this short cause it’s late. I’m not as nice as Luz or our friends so take this as your only warning. Never hurt my girlfriend. Got it?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Good.” She smiled. Her form distorted as her skin turned back into a dark purple. The slime slide off the windowsill and down the side of house all the way to the forest behind.

Anna was stunned staring out the window, her friends calling her name in the background.

Meanwhile at Luz’s house, the Hexside Crew set up for a movie night. “Amity! The popcorn’s ready.” Luz called

“Coming! Ghost thought she heard something.” Amity called back. She knelt down to let the incoming abomination slip back into her vase. Amity smiled to herself as she came into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl and kissed Luz on the cheek.

“You’re smiley, did Ghost catch something?”

“No, just thinking about this spell Em taught me. I can show it to you later.”

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urmomification · 2 years

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spiderman steve au

- he lives in new york w his roommate billy

- they're more just roommates than actual friends, they aren't close but sometimes watch movies together etc

- billy notices that steve is weirdly secretive but mostly plays it up to him just being like that just kinda assumes that steve just likes his privacy

- steve Always keeps his bedroom locked when he's in there and the door closed when he isn't

- steve intentionally playing stupid to keep people off his trail (he makes all his own tech and stuff)

- steve will come home w an array of green yellow and purple bruises and cuts and never talks abt it

- one time he comes home w just abt the worst black eye billy's ever seen (and he's seen a lot)

- steve always plays it off tho, saying he tripped or something that clearly isn't true

- billy never presses it bc honestly he doesnt care enough to (doesnt stop him from being extraordinarily curious tho)

- like how is this pretty boy getting his shit rocked every other night and having nothing but shitty lies to cover it up

- honestly the only reason steve is so bad at lying is bc hes not used to having a roommate but money was tight so here he was

- billy would rather die than admit it but he loves spiderman, thinks hes a total badass

- steve always tries to change the subject when he comes up, billy just thinks steve doesn't like him

- eventually it goes from steve coming home beat up at 2am and shuffling to the bathroom by himself to billy waking up whenever he gets home to keep him company to billy even helping sometimes when steve is especially beat up

- one night tho steve gets absolutely destroyed (like several broken ribs, stabbed, probably a concussion, etc. its not pretty)

- its a fight for his life just to make it back to their apartment, each swing tugging on something here and tearing something there

- as he works his way back to their place he cant see straight, hes exhausted, one arm wrapped around his stomach, an is mostly just swinging bc of the momentum he has

- makes it top of the a building a few down from his and can see his and billy's window to their living room and the rickety fire escape up the side of the building

- hardly makes it there, swinging directly into the side of the fire escape, rattling what feels like the whole building, and rolling over the side to lay on the grates

- heaves a few breaths and steels himself to stand up

- peels his hand off his stomach to survey the damage, hes in really bad shape, abdomen and arm covered in blood, suit sliced open in several spots, he can feel bruises forming just about everywhere on him

- he pulls himself off the fire escape and leaning heavily on the railings, makes it to their window and slides it as far open as it goes before literally falling thru it

- he groans and lies on the ground for another few moments before standing up again and putting practically all his weight on the wall

- (hes still in his suit too, itd be too risky to change w the chance of the fabric ripping open his wounds again, hes aware of how stupid this is (coming home w his suit on w knowledge that billy will probably wake up and come to at least check on him) but hes honestly more worried for his life at this point)

- 'bathroom bathroom bathroom bathroom' is the only thing going thru his head as he goes from the wall to the back of the couch to the hall where he needs to pause to keep himself from puking right then and there w how violently his vision is swimming

- he rips his mask off and bringing it to his stomach as another thing to apply pressure w (also so he doesnt puke in it. gross)

- steve wouldve picked up on it sooner if it weren't for the ringing in his ears but spider sense tells him someones here

- he pries his head off the wall to see billy's door swing open and him step into the hall in pj pants rubbing at his eyes

- he knows its too dark for billy to see him right now, but hes breathing like theres a car on his chest so theres no doubt that billy will notice him within a few seconds

- as soon as billy's hand drop from his eye, he stiffens as he finally notices the breathing and 'steve? that u?'

- all steve can do is grunt, jaw clamped so tightly shut to keep from retching what might be left in his stomach up onto the carpet hes bleeding onto

- 'dude where are u' billy mumbles as he reaches for the light switch by slapping his arm against the wall until he finds it

- steve sees this and knows if that light comes on hes doomed but he cant move and the bathroom door is situated nearly perfectly between them, so hes really got no where to go

- the light flicks on

- 'what the fuck'

- steve's head feels like its now about to implode then explode comically onto the walls of their apartment

- he squeezes his eyes shut and starts to blindly scramble towards the bathroom, feeling his whole stomach start to turn upside down

- practically throwing himself onto the hard tile in front of the toilet before heaving like theres something trying to get out of him

- billy slowly walks up to the bathroom door, still not 100% sure he saw that right (spider man (also steve?)(???)) standing (leaning) in his hall looking like hed just been run over by about 4 monster trucks

- he peeks his head in to see steve's head almost fully in the toilet bowl, mostly just the torn suit and mask on the floor being visible, breathing like he'll never fully catch his breath again

- billy practically runs to the kitchen to grab the biggest cup of water known to man before bringing it back to the bathroom for steve

- at this point, steve's stomach has evened out, but he is eyes remain closed and his head is resting on the rim of the toilet, spitting once to get the gunk out of his mouth

- billy tentatively knocks against the door 'uh, hey man. i got, uh, i got you some water?'

- steve grunts, peels his right arm off his stomach (revealing the mangled mess of suit and skin and blood there) to reach for the cup

- billy nearly drops it when he sees steve's stomach

- lets steve take a few sips before 'steve man what the hell happened let me look at u'

- billy flushes the toilet and kneels in front of steve, pushes him against the wall so he's leaning back instead

- 'how the hell do i get this off steve' grabbing at the suit

- 'hargrove, leave me alone'

- 'like hell im not leaving u alone like this' gives up on the suit to dig thru the cabinet to find the first aid kit

- he hears steve hiss and then groan from behind him and he turns to see steve working the suit off down to his hips

- billy's head spins a little with how much blood is left on steve's hands and stomach when he settles back against the wall

- he shuffles back over

- 'ok first things first, concussion check'

- 'i can tell u i have a concussion, billy, i got hit in the head w a crowbar like i was a fucking baseball'

- billy winces 'ok perfect. awesome. did u get fucking stabbed too? what the hell happened'

- a short nod, 'yeah that too. probably the more pressing issue.'

- 'jesus, uh. ok, yeah. i can do this' billy starts digging the thru the first aid to find wipes

- 'this is about to sting like a mother fucker but i need to see where ur cut and where there's just blood' and starts on steve's face, dabbing at the crusted blood there

- steve winces once but from then on clenches his jaw and focuses on a point on the wall just above billy's head

- billy gets to his stomach and takes a break to check in w steve, hands him the water again

- 'well, good news is there's not many deep cuts and they seem to mostly closed up already which is, interesting'

- 'i heal quickly, i was more worried abt taking another hit than i was bleeding out on the street'

- 'good lord man'

- steve takes a deep breath and straightens up against the wall before looking down at himself

- 'yea i should be good now honestly. if i get this wrapped up and go to bed i should be at least a bit better by morning. uh, thanks. u can go back to bed'

- steve reaches for the gauze and wrappings before billy snatches them up and holds them out of his reach

- 'there's no way in hell that im gonna leave u here to clean urself up, u Literally. Almost died. im staying to help u'

- 'billy. go back to bed im fine'

- 'no'

- 'billy'

- 'im not leaving u alone to deal w this'

- 'i don't need ur help'

- 'maybe not but ur getting it' billy sets down the gauze and starts patting around on steve's chest checking for where the broken ribs are

- steve sucks in a breath and mutters 'yeah some of those r definitely broken.' knocks his head against the wall 'there's not much either of us can do about that part, they'll fix themselves in a day or so'

- 'i don't even wanna know how u know that'

- steve chuckles

- 'ok. i'm gonna wipe u down again ur like, still covered in blood.' billy turns around to grab a washcloth

- steve's eyes are closed and his breathing has (thankfully) evened out a bit

- billy starts on his face again then works down his neck and shoulders then each arm and hand then down his chest to the wound on his stomach that has practically fully stopped bleeding by now (he stops there to marvel at it a little) (definitely not to watch steve breath for a moment)

- 'ok ur all cleaned up now for the most part, can u get the rest of ur, uh. getup? off? for me'

- 'if u wanted to get in my pants hargrove u should've just asked' steve cracks an eye open and grins at him before peeling himself away from the wall to start wiggling the suit down his legs

- billy looks away to get more wipes and rinse out the washcloth before he turns back to see steve in nothing but a pair of black boxers, long legs stretched out across the tile and the suit lying over the side of the tub next to him

- he looks for just a moment too long

- 'picture'll last longer'

- 'sorry'

- honestly if billy's being honest this is a little too close to a wet dream for him

- he crouches down, starting my steve's ankles (not trusting himself to faced directly w steve's crotch and thighs)

- slowly works his way his knees on both legs before looking up at steve when he presses the wipe to his thigh

- steve is watching his hands with a hooded tired look and it drives a hot nasty feeling down billy's spine and his face flushes just a bit before he rushes a bit thru finishing

- sits back and grabs the wrap again

- 'can u sit up? im gonna wrap u up now'

- 'mm' steve mumbles but shoves himself off the wall to sit up at least a bit straight

- billy leans in and steve moves his hands over his head to make room

- billy makes quick work of wrapping and tying everything up before he sits back on his knees

- 'there. all fixed up' he hands steve the water one more time, billy gets up to start fishing for pain killers

- 'high strength stuff is in my room, i'll grab it there' steve mutters as he tries to shimmy off the floor

- billy walks back over and helps him up

- 'sounds good to me pretty boy, let's get u to bed'

- with steve's arm around billy's shoulders, they shuffle out of the small bathroom into the small hall and into steve's small bedroom

- he sits steve down on the edge of his bed before turning around to go refill the water

- comes back and steve is still sitting up but his head is drooped slighting forward and his eyes r closed

- billy walks up to him and pats his cheek a few times 'cmon stay w me for a few more minutes then u can go to sleep ok? where're the pain killers?'

- ' top draw, desk'

- billy grabs them (they're prescription, he wonders how he got his hands on them)

- hands the pills to steve followed by the water 'ok lay down, carefully get settled i'll be right back'

- billy goes back to his room and grabs his blanket off his bed and a hoodie and by the time he's back steve is totally out cold

- billy pulls his hoodie on and sits w his back against the bed and rests his temple on steve's nightstand and pulls his blanket over him before falling asleep right there

- steve wakes up first somehow, and pushes himself to sit up

- he goes to get up but he sees billy curled up on his floor w his own blanket pulled up around his chin and he's drooling a little against the nightstand he's still leaning against

- steve blinks for a few seconds, trying to remember Why. Billy was laying there

- he scoots around him and hobbles to the bathroom

- sees his mask on the floor and suit on the tub before all (most) of it comes back to him

- billy knows

- he leans on the sink to process that for a second before splashing some water on his face and makes his way back to his bedroom

- kinda just stands in the doorway and just kinda looks at billy in his space, deciding he doesn't hate the idea of billy knowing

- potentially even ok with billy knowing

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #this was NOT supposed to be this long #spiderman au #love the idea of them going from hesitant friends to partners in crime (not literally)#steve wouldn't let billy come along obviously #have not proofread this either sorry #idk how to add a cut on mobile so i'll edit it when im on my computer so it doesn't take up like 4 miles of screen space guys don't worry

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acescard · 7 months

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50k words into my LOZ fic 😅 this is a long boy

#only 14k of it posted thoigh #and I have 2.5 more chapters to write #this was not supposed to be this long #shouting into the void #linked universe #Lu fic #hmu if you want heavy Wars angst with comfort at the end

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astraskylark · 2 years

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Thoughts on Jaune? He gets such a raw deal in the FNDM, both being hated and loved far too much in my opinion.

Jaune. My boi. My really traumatised son boi.

I did not hate him but i sure as hell did not like him, especially during volume 1 and 2. I feel like the general dislike for him in volume 1 was because everyone (including me) really wanted to see more of RWBY but we got slapped with Jaundice which is arguable not a bad (predictable and clichéd yes) arc, but it literally could have happened at any other time.

He was an ass in volume 2, take no for an answer my dude pls but once his whole crush on Weiss ended he really did become a lovable little dork and he did have moments of character growth (chaotic team leader for the win!) before the events of volume 3.

And Jaune has not a had a peaceful moment since. No seriously he lost his partner and found out that it was all because an immortal wizard didn't take a flu shot and his wife left him and killed took the kids and the world is fucked but he has to help cause he's a huntsman and what else does he have but he has no semblance and then he meets his 'what could have been' person's killer and has a glorious breakdown with tears and screaming and randomly flinging his sword around and yikesss he is literally almost ready to die (concerned eyes from teammates) and then his friend gets stabbed but he's got his semblance and okay things are looking up but NO the evil witch divorcee is unkillable but hey he's got his team and his friends so yes he's gonna fight and he's also really following his passion for crime (STEAL STEAL STEAL) cause better late than never but then it turns out the kingdom they're headed to is actually being governed by a fascist but hey he's got some new beats, his hair is fruity fresh and dare he say it he might just be the most mentally stable person in their squad of depressed teenagers he's helping kids cross the streets! and he's finally doing something he's proud of! cause its all him and okay things are spiralling but he's still got his funky clothes and his fresh haircut and he's in a whale but he's okay and then there's a bomb but he's okay and it's kinda bad but he's got his Johnny Bravo hairstyle and so ITS FINE they've got a magic gateway with zero regulations and he just got hit with a rock but HE'S FINE he can do this he is cool he is calm he can do this and things go to shit there's chaos his friends are hurt but he's still here and he can help its still okay and-- OH WAIT ITS MERCY KILLING WITH A STEAL CHAIR!! and then his mental health falls into the void.

So yeah personally I'm kinda worried because he has not been having a very good time at all and now he's alone on freaky magical talking mice land and now he has to live with the guilt that he made a choice at a time and I honestly can't judge whether he did the right thing or not and maybe he can't either there's no right or wrong he did it and if the psychedelic island is supposed to help you figure out who you are I wonder if Jaune will be able to accept what he finds.

#rwby #asks #jaune arc #anon #this was not supposed to be this long #but damn #i really do worry about vomit boi

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eldic12 · 2 years

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KinnPorsche Character Appreciation: Khun Korn Theerapanyakul

So I rewatched EP7 of KinnPorsche and I learned something. Khun Korn, the mafia clan patriarch, may not be in the running for Father of the Year (because you know, he IS MAFIA) but he really does his best for his men and most especially his children. .

He may not be the kind of dad who would shower his kids with warmth and affection. Most of the time he is stoic, though he speaks in a gentle manner, he is very much commanding (it comes with the title, I know). He knows his sons so well and understand them in way only a devoted parent could. Though at the surface the mafia family comes first, deep within and in a casual way, his children are his priority. But as much as he loves his children, I can feel his guilt for raising them in such a dangerous environment and his actions reflect that. Yes, he is not your typical dad, but just like any parent, he wants what is best for his kids (no matter how twisted some people may perceive it).

For Tankhun, his eldest and the supposed heir, he let’s him get away with pretty much anything. Though it is obvious to everyone who is going to take his place, Tankhun is still revered and feared, not only by his men but the rest of the clan as well. As somebody who holds such a fragile position in the kind of life they lead, Tankhun is considered a liability. And those who wants the seat could smell the slightest hint of weakness and would definitely take advantage.

Khun Korn could have locked away Khun in a remote place somewhere very far from their base, but he did not do that. Instead, he surrounds him with bodyguards (though sometimes I think Tankhun is better off without) even if Khun just stays home most of the time. He assigned three security, to always be with Khun inside a house full of bodyguards even if all they do is play and watch TV. He made sure that no one would make fun of Tankhun and as his eldest child, receive the same respect as a member of the major family. That may be part of the guilt he feels towards his son, but he is making up for it as best as he can. (I missed Khun in EP7).

Kim, his youngest, has probably the most freedom. The one allowed to just come and go inside the massive house. Do something he loves which is completely not related to anything mafia. Though that may be the case, he ensures that his trusted people watch over him (though I’m quite not sure about Big). Kim is like his redemption, that one kid he could feel less guilty about because he could have him distanced from the life of the mafia (but Kim is snooping around, for what, I have no idea). So he is okay for Kim to live separately while keeping an eye out for his son.

As for Kinn, the one he is molding to take over the family someday, he is equally lenient and strict. In their line of work, again a minute flaw is reason enough to shake and question the leadership. Khun Korn knows that Kinn’s preference is being used to put doubts in his ability to lead the major family. I love his acceptance of Kinn for who he is and at the same time teach him how to show the rest it would not be an issue. He trusts Kinn’s judgments, but as the leader, he is there to remind him of his duties. I might be in the minority here, but I love the subtle pressure he puts on Kinn and the manner of which he tells him. When Porsche was drugged, Khun Korn straight up told Kinn he was aware he slept with his bodyguard, he was not angry but Kinn understood he is being admonished.

Kinn knew he was not being scolded for sleeping with his security, but rather for showing people (their enemies really) that they could get to him through Porsche. The punishment was just a standard procedure since Porsche was really at fault (geez he was on duty, he really should not be drinking, regardless of what was being offered, and I think Porsche got that too when he had the time to think things over. He was just sulky because he never thought Kinn would actually punish him after being intimate and that Kinn was being cold and indifferent. Porsche is sensitive, yes but that sensitivity is tripled because he is in love, but that is for a different post).

That entire conversation about a knife ruined by the apple juice was actually brilliant. It is not about Khun Korn being against Kinn and Porsche’s developing relationship nor it was a hint he would get in their way. I saw that as an encouragement for Kinn to let go of something old and useless. He did say that he wants the “old Kinn” to return and I believe he is pertaining to the Kinn who was not as paranoid as the one right now. I guess before Tawan, Kinn was not as ruthless, maybe just enough as a scion of the ruling family (hmm, perhaps this Tawan not only broke Kinn’s heart and caused his trust issues, this dude perhaps endangered the major family as well). It was Khun Korn’s way of saying you are with somebody better now and to hold on to that one. So what did Kinn do after that conversation? He escaped from the hospital and went to see Porsche. Gave him his lucky gun, engaged in a flirty banter (with that gun reference) and showed his care and support with a forehead kiss (sweet!).

So yeah, Khun Korn may come off cold and aloof but he cares for his sons like any parent would.

#kinnporsche #ep7 #rewatch #the little things keep me up at night #character appreciation #khunkorn #oopps i got carried away #this was not supposed to be this long #too lazy to put pics #or create a gif set #will probably add pics later #may be doing something like this for another character #who is next?

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