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yellowbunnydreams · 5 months

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Mechanised Devotion (Part 2) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

~Holy cow, thank you so much to the people who liked part 1 despite the fact it was basically just set up! I promise we'll get to the more fun bits from here onwards. I'm just excited to be writing again, and honestly just trying to have fun with this little writing project~

Part 1

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships.

It had been less than three days when Steve Raglan picked up his office phone as it rang, breaking him out of a stupor he had fallen into as he had pulled out his laptop and began watching the security feeds from his little 'hobby'. He'd watched the black and white cameras as they flickered with a little aged grain as the inside of what was once a colourful, successful establishment was now being ransacked by vagrants and bored teenagers. Today it happened to be vagrants, and he wished that he had remembered to wire back the audio into them as he witnessed a particularly large man run apparently screaming from an elongating, slow shadow behind him.

He felt a little regret that he wouldn't be able to watch his creations deal with the issue as the shrill tone of the phone of his desk continued. This was the downside to being Steve Raglan, he couldn't enjoy what he most wanted to when he wanted to.

It was never as satisfying to watch back the tapes.

"Steve Raglan's office." He stated cooly, running his thick fingers through his hair and hiding an annoyed huff as he kept glancing back at the screen. Raising an eyebrow as he watched the man on the screen pick up a chair and trying to jab it towards the heavy shadow coming into view on the edge of the camera. Soon joined by a second and a third.

"Hi it's um... it's me." You stated, similarly running your fingers through your hair although you were unaware of it. Hearing Steve Raglan's voice made you somewhat nervous for some reason, gripping the handset of the landline you were calling from and twirling the cord around a finger as they moved from your hair.

Raglan sat back in his chair, half-keeping an eye on the screen but now intrigued as to your call. If it had been anybody else calling on his free-office day, he would have put the phone down but the nerves in your voice pulled at some part of him and coerced him into listening. A sly, calculating smile crossing his lips as he drawled out your name.

"It's so nice to hear from you, what do I owe the pleasure of this call to?" He asked, watching the screen and grinning as the camera was predominantly dominated with the hulking figures of his creations reaching for the intruder. Watching as their maws opened up to reveal a carefully orchestrated mess of gears, pistons and wires and enough hydraulic pressure to snap bones.

You could hear the sweetness in his voice as he talked. Taking a deep shaking breath, your grip tightened on the handset before you glanced at the rent notice pinned on the board and saw your name as the one circled in red and underlined. The last one to pay rent that month. Again.

"I was um, wondering if you still wanted to talk to me about my...history." You ventured cautiously, subconsciously reaching up and biting at your nails and tasting the bitter polish as you felt the nerves and caution creep into your voice.

Steve leant forwards and pressed the phone harder against his ear, as if that would somehow mean you wouldn't hear the smile in voice as he watched the carpeted floor of the old pizzeria seep into a darker colour despite the monochrome settings, and he was, surprisingly to himself, excited that you wanted to talk to him.

"Oh yes, you decided to change your mind? I knew you would be good and see it from my perspective." He felt his breathing hitch as he watched the somewhat censored gore on the screen and his heart began to beat a little quicker as his depraved mind began to wonder what little secrets he would be able to tear from your pretty little head.

You were somewhat glad that he couldn't see you as your cheeks filled and turned crimson in embarrassment. Hearing his words had made some part of your mind light up like an amusement park. 'I knew you would be good', and you weren't sure, but you swore you almost heard his breathing flutter excitedly as he said it. Shaking your head, you dismissed the notion that the man you had met a few days prior would be that weird.

"Yeah so um... It all really began back whe-"

"Oh no, sweetie, don't you think it would be far more professional to say something like this to my face?" Raglan asked, unable to contain a small sneer as he stressed 'professional' but let the warmth of his voice coat the nickname he threw in casually. He had found younger women were so much easier to manipulate as he pleased as long as he threw just enough scraps of compliments and feigned interest to light up their little hormone ridden brains. It was almost as easy as convincing kids to follow him back in his hay-day.

"Oh um, sure Mr. Raglan." You stammered slightly, caught off guard by the nickname, running your hand through your hair again and biting your lip as you wondered where the sudden informality had come from. Although you supposed this was only your second time speaking to him.

Shutting the laptop down and placing it into a desk drawer and locking it up, Steve loosened his tie and leaned back into his office chair. He wondered whether he should get her to come to the office again, but as he looked around the room idly, he noticed a menu flung onto the side and picked it up, twirling it in his fingers as he glanced over it and decided that an informal setting might make you squirm more. He wanted to see you on edge.

"How about I meet you at a place called Sparky's? It has good food I've heard."

Food sounded like a wonderful idea, if a bit strange to you that he mentioned meeting you somewhere so informal when surely what you were about to divulge was confidential.

'I'm not the expert though. This is literally his job.'

"Umm... Sure, but sir I-"

"No ifs, no buts okay?" He raised his finger and waggled it as if you would see, but the predatory grin remained on his face, slightly faltering as the adrenaline from watching the feeds faded out all too quickly for his liking. "See you in about...an hour." He said, giving no option to argue as he put down the phone. Standing up and stretching, letting his back crack satisfactorily and tucking in his shirt again, adjusting his tie again as he picked up your file. Deciding to read through it once more before meeting with you again.

Finding Sparky's wasn't that hard, but walking there in worn down sneakers that really weren't suited to walking that much, jeans and a baggy t-shirt even in the thick Utah heat had seemed like a great idea when you left the house. However as you reached the aged looking diner, it was regrettable one.

One thing you had realised as you had settled down in the middle of nowhere also known as Hurricane, everything looked like it had been built in the eighties and then left to rot away, never being updated apart from the barest health and safety codes that allowed things to continue functioning.

Stepping inside, a small bell chimed and you were glad to find the cozy space air-conditioned. A mousey haired and boyish faced waiter smiling at you from behind the counter before returning to cleaning momentarily, allowing you the chance to look around and find Raglan. You noticed him in a booth in the corner, legs stretched out to one side and head leaned partly against the cool glass, a mug infront of him that his massive hands fiddled with idly. It was comical in a way, the way the massive man sprawled to fill out the space with a slight scowl on his sharp features.

Cautiously, you approached, and Raglan turned his head automatically as he noticed movement in the glass where his head rested. His features cool and unreadable before he noticed who it was approaching, breaking out into that cute lopsided smile that made you light up slightly seeing it.

'Since when did you light up seeing somebody smile?' you asked yourself. Offering a nervous smile back before taking a seat opposite in the booth. Smelling the freshly brewed coffee he had in front of him and feeling the change in your pocket jingling as a heavy reminder that you too would probably only be having coffee. Watching Steve tuck himself back into the booth and lean his forearms on the table, leaning forwards slightly.

"Ah, glad you found it! Now, you look absolutely parched lovely, let's get you a drink." He said, voice warm and comforting again, seemingly concerned with your state as he gestured for the boyish waiter to come over. Reading his name-tag as 'Ness' as he got closer.

"Hey folks, what can I get you? Another coffee sir?" He asked, his voice bubbly as he directed his question towards Steve first, who looked in his cup. Notably almost comically small in his calloused palm, before he shrugged and smiled charmingly at the waiter.

"Sure, two waters as well and whatever this young lady would like, it's my treat."

"Mr. Raglan I really couldn't -"

"No no," he said, tapping the table idly with his right hand, as if keeping it occupied as he spoke. Tilting his head to one side and widening his smile as he said your name gently, reassuringly. "no ifs and no buts, remember?"

Swallowing softly, you stammered through your order, making sure to pick the smallest thing on the menu still. You weren't going to be stupid or cheeky, remaining frugal in a way that made Steve raise an eyebrow and smirk to himself. He was beginning to form an image of you in his head, and a shiver ran through his body as he realised you were ticking quite a few boxes for himself mentally.

Ness disappeared with a smile and a nod, leaving you and Raglan alone and in somewhat awkward silence as the buzz of the air conditioning tried somewhat unsuccessfully to fill it. Twirling your thumbs around each other, you looked at your hands and thought for a moment about which nail to chew before taking a deep breath and matching Steve's pose. Forearms on the table and slightly leaned forwards.

"I guess...my personal issues at work started with my ex." You admit, keeping your eyes on your own hands and how your thumbs move, trying not to disturb the pattern that you had fallen into with the soothing motion. "He was...A real peach, you know? Made me feel pretty and stupid and like I was dating God's gift to women." You sigh, biting at your lip and chewing at a dry piece of skin, avoiding Steve's eyes.

The man opposite you listened intently, and a malicious glitter formed in his silvery eyes as he stared intently at you. Head bowed, speaking softly and brokenly. Bitter. Although something gnawed at his insides as you spoke about your ex-boyfriend. How he had made you fall so vastly in love with him, that you didn't care when the beatings initially started, because you deserved it in your eyes. You would apologise even as you laid bloody and bruised on the kitchen floor because you were stupid enough to make him angry.

Raglan scowled as he realised that the feeling eating at him was jealousy. Jealousy at a man he had never met nor heard the name of before that day because he was the one that had gotten to break you first. Not him. Not who he really was anyway.

Food arrived and you finished talking, summing up your life-story about how you had gotten fired from multiple jobs because your psycho ex would stand outside or inside your place of work and simply stare at you for hours after you left. Would follow you to a car, or bus or train even, just because you dared to leave him.

Steve offered his large hand out, switching from a scowl to a concerned frown as you looked up, tears pricking at your big doey eyes. He felt angry in a way. He wanted to be the reason you cried. Not some stupid, half-assed attempt at a threat.

Raglan wanted to see you cry with real fear.

Gently, he placed his large hand on your forearm and stroked it slowly, a comforting motion that made you look up at him and into his eyes as he spoke with what sounded like sincere grief on your behalf.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, somebody like you shouldn't have to go through that kind of fear. I understand now, I think I have something in mind for you, a job that would mean you're out of sight if he should come looking for you." He offered, letting his hand rest on your elbow for a moment before resuming the comforting motion again.

Internally, he was grinning. He had been sincere when he said you shouldn't have had to experience that type of fear, no, because he wanted you to experience real fear. The type that meant he could watch your panic and pain upclose and personally.

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inconspicious-random-thoughts · 23 days

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You know what I think would be interesting about Charlie and Alastor's dynamic? It would be in how they influence each other going forward. Alastor is slowly pushing Charlie to becoming a more assertive and inspirational princess as part of his plans to "pull all of the strings" and get out of his deal. Under his tutelage, Charlie will become much more willing to use her abilities in defense of the Hotel and her loved ones, potentially developing something of a ruthless streak as the threats to the Hotel continue to pile up. I also imagine she will start using his philosophy about using smiles to project power and confidence to hide her personal pain and growing trauma (which knowing this show will no doubt be a lot) to the point of becoming self-destructive and somewhat isolated from her inner circle, potentially even Vaggie to avoid weighing them down with her burdens (which would be ironic since it would be similar to how Vaggie hid her past as an Exorcist out of guilt and fear of her girlfriends rejection). Taking a level in badass in exchange for a drawn-out mental break down.

As for Charlie's influence on Alastor, Charlie's compassion is already rubbing off on him enough for the Overlord to risk his life fighting Adam and the Exorcists for them, something that he found so out of character that he had a villainous breakdown over this realization. While resistant to this growth of character at first in the name of preserving his dreaded reputation, Alastor will slowly becoming less withdrawn and more willing to engage with the crew even when doing so doesn't help his goals, even becoming less antagonistic towards Husk and Lucifer who in turn will actually enjoy his company to a degree. He will remain a ruthless bastard committed to his personal goals, and likely won't be redeeming himself anytime soon, but he'll still become a member of the family all the same. Whether this will resolve his existential crisis or drive him even more mad I can't say right now.

Good to hear from you again,

I been meaning to respond quicker but apparently I'm not allowed to sit and think for more then three minutes at a time. :( So my thoughts/ respond may seem disjointed as I was writing small bit at a time.

To be honestly, I haven't really consider Alastor influence on Charlie beside the standard of nudging her in the direction towards his own agenda. You are correct, now that it's pointed to me. He would have a great influence on her beyond the manipulation. TBH his manipulation might not as nefarious as we think (I still think it because of his contractor) but it can be just that he made to guide her to reach her full potential and power. Which would still align with his own goals with breaking his deal of his soul.

We already see Charlie being influence and episode 7 after they made their deal and Alastor told her about the power of a smile. She took that advice. When Vaggie was made aware of the deal, and Alastor suggestion of meeting his friend to gain numbers she agreed with "What was that about smiling?"

Charlie will become much more willing to use her abilities in defense of the Hotel and her loved ones, potentially developing something of a ruthless streak as the threats to the Hotel continue to pile up.

I wonder why she so hesitate to use her powers in the first place. Like, would she even need Alastor if she simply just use it to begin with? To fix her own hotel? There must be a reason for it. Its either, she cant control it as she doesnt practice it, or it effects her morals/personality, or just the general fear of innocents being caught in the crossfire. It could be all three. But her powers probably tie in more to option two as we only see her demonic powers come out when she upset/annoyed/angry.

Maybe why she so chipper is because as child she more likely threw a tantrum or possible from her teenage ansty emo phase lol...I hope because of her emo phase because emo goth Charlie is entertaining...and hurt so many people from it when her powers manifested in anger and lost control. After that, she swore to herself to always be chipper. So in a way she always used a smile as a mask. But after Alastor, she learn that she can do a lot more with a smile. If this is a backstory that happen, I can see her following Alastor guidance much more easily as she start to see that they may be similar in some ways.

Charlie will definitely become more confident with her powers in season two after the battle. We saw her stop Adam punch. We know she blames herself for everything. Sir Pentious death, Alastor being wounded when it comes to light, Dazzle death, Vaggie taking a bit of a beating from Lute to protect Charlie. She is stronger then all of them, but here they are or harmed as they attempt to protect her. She may take this as a lesson to just just suck up any reservation about using her power to prevent more of her friends from getting hurt when she could have easily stopped it before. I wouldn't say she become ruthless, or at least consciously. Alastor ruthless and wants to be. Charlie "ruthless" is she momentarily lost herself, overwhelmed by the influence of her power.

Charlie seeking Alastor mentorship over guidance from her father would be possibly Alstor has a great sense of self control and discipline then Lucifer. Lucifer would also be too gentle that it be too dismantling. Lucifer training is, swim wings, training wheels, or end up doing things for her to save her the trouble, while Alastor would be blunt and throw Charlie in headfirst to learn. You know Alastor the type that throws a kid in to learn to swim or push someone off a cliff to learn to fly. Everyone in the hotel, when giving advice or bring up issues, tip toes around charlie feelings about thing. Alastor doesn't. Alastor doesn't factor feelings into decisions. He does, calculate how people would react because of feelings, but the issues themselves he does factor them in. Which may be another reason why she would seek his advice.

I also imagine she will start using his philosophy about using smiles to project power and confidence to hide her personal pain and growing trauma (which knowing this show will no doubt be a lot) to the point of becoming self-destructive and somewhat isolated from her inner circle, potentially even Vaggie to avoid weighing them down with her burdens (which would be ironic since it would be similar to how Vaggie hid her past as an Exorcist out of guilt and fear of her girlfriends rejection).

There be definitely be something she'll hide from Vaggie, I just don't know what. Lack of ideas currently, I'll go with keeping Alastor injury a secret or he used their deal for something but has to keep quiet. Or Charlie undergoing demonic power training under Alastor guidance-which Vaggie would hate so much. Vaggie is super suspicious and frustrated by this. Vaggie feels like she failing Charlie somehow, but forcing herself to trust and give Charlie her space while trying to support her while keeping her in the dark.

I am so looking forward to whatever direction the creator will take Alastor. But I am hoping and looking forward of Alastor growing and eventually accepting the soft spot he has for the hotel and its people.

There's something I been thinking about a lot, it was the night before the battle when we witness Alastor and Niffty share a moment.

That was the real Alastor and his thoughts and feelings. His facade was dropped there. Think about it, With Rosie, we saw him relax and generally be happy. But he still had to put up a front, and a mask. He has to act like the overlord that he is. He had to be confident to ensure everything moves forwards as plan. So, as much as he less acting when he around Rosie, he still has halls and acting in some parts. But why would he need to put up a mask there with Niffty? He not going to confine to Niffty of all his plans and agenda, But he also didn't need to put up as much of an appearance in a near private, quiet moment, alone with Niffty, . What he spoke there was 100% honestly. He admitted he enjoying his time there and and like the idea of continuing it.

The other real moment he had was his break down. Grappling with the idea he nearly died. Even as mortals we know we can die any given moment, yet act invincible despite the facts. Now imagine, being immortal soul and a powerful one with near complete control....Dieing seem so improbable yet...here Alastor, freaking out that that near improbable thing nearly became true. Now on top of that, greatly injured and cane broke in two which will have consequences. All because of...he grew to care and want to protect the hotel (outside of a possible forced to by contract)

Alastor will slowly becoming less withdrawn

I think he will be more withdrawn and reclusive...at first anyways. He will want to hide his wound but also distance himself from developing more feelings for the hotel that nearly gave his life for. He be more cruel and ruthless to make up for growing soft, gain distance from the hotel as well make the radio demon feared again, especially if the video gets leaked. He going to be alone. Not willing or wanting anyone in.

The last 10minutes showed the little factions.

The vees.

Charlie and co/hotel including her father

Emily/Sera/Sir Pentious (Tho I think there be tension between Sera and Emily)

Lute and Lilith

Alastor was alone. (break down) But align himself with the hotel but hes not with the hotel. Its like when a group of adventures pick up someone because they are heading in the same direction. They will provide aid to each other but their missions are different. Alastor going to provide aid to the Hotel but he going to be too seclutive to appear that he needs any himself. Nor will he show or admit it unless he absolutely force too.

The thing is, being alone will end poorly for him. Just like how the battle went. The hotel fought together and more or less, made it out. Alastor fought alone with his pride and ego and he lost. lost badly.

So Alastor will be alone until he backed into a corner and just about to lose badly once more but Charlie and co will come to his aid. Quite possibly when he thought he possible burnt that bridge from something or betrayal that happen a little earlier.

That's when he accepts them that's beyond territorial and contract obligations. They saw him at his weaken and vulnerable and not took advantage of it. Despite everything. He'll finally learn to accept them because they already proven time and time again that they accepted and care for him. His walls will slowly start chipping away. Unfortunately he still hiding things so he can't full embrace the idea...but it a start.

He still going to be the Radio demon, generally being a prick and Alastor hiding behind a mask, but we get to witness Alastor slipping it off occasionally.

What would be fun is the idea of Charlie rubbing of Alastor, is that perhaps Alastor against his instincts and to his surprise....showed compassion. It be to Vox of all people. Shocking them both. Vox ending whatever Vees had plan that surely would not bode well for the hotel because of it. That Vox and Alastor end up having a truce and possible rekindle their old friendship.

Tho, I be laughing if Alastor showed compassion for once because Charlie got in his head, only for it to backfire terribly. Then Alastor grumbling that he was a fool to show mercy.

*Alastor limping away after killing the sinner who took advantage of Alastor showing mercy for once while clutching a gaping hole in chest. "It's important to show compassion she said," Alastor scoffs before poorly imitating Charlies voice. "It doesn't hurt to show some kindness!" Alastor laughs mirthlessly and winces from the sharp pain it caused. "Well, tell that to the gaping hole in my chest!!!!"

But in the case, Charlie did need to train her demonic power, I can see how Charlie end up influencing Alastor while he trying to mentor her. Not just the growing fondness hell have for her as his protege. But they probably end up having topics of discussions that arises as she trains. Alastor obviously mocks her point of views, but her words will sink into mind unconsciously. And those words will whisper at him, showing their disapproval at what depravity he trying to act out. Frustrating him that she getting to him

HE may even not go through the acts, not wanting to disappointed Charlie if she was to find out.

Or surprisingly more, maybe after training, Charlie able to control her powers outside of anger. We only see her demonic powers when shes mad. But Alastor witness, Charlie is noticeably stronger when she fighting for something she loves and care for. Which may leave a door open to a path for Alastor to consider to follow.

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Moving Up

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

part one - part two Summary: Joe's had enough of living with a flatmate, but doesn't leap at the chance to move in with you when you ask. What a dick. It makes you spiral into doom-thoughts until you puzzle together what's actually going on.

CW / disclaimer: angst, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, mention of childhood trauma, bad relationship with your mother

Author’s note: idk his flatmate's name, so he's just "flatmate". Joey cries in this, but only a little, and it's 50% because he's just very tired, so don't let it tug at your heart strings too much.

Wordcount: 4k

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You weren’t exactly sure how moments ago you’d felt giddy excitement over the idea, because right now, your blood was boiling. If you were a cartoon, hot air would’ve escaped your ears.

The morning had started peaceful enough; you had breakfast together, Joe had checked on his hungover flatmate, who was still unconscious but very much alive, which was good, and Joe had mentioned wanting to move out.

It was all great fun, sharing London-rent with someone, but he had motioned in the general direction of his flatmate and said he was kind of done with this type of shit.

You weren’t sure if Joe was actively hinting at you to welcome him into your home, but it’s exactly what you did. It wasn’t until you saw hesitance in your boyfriend that you regretted bringing it up at all.

Of course, Joe would be his sensible self, thinking over pros and cons of moving in with you, and you knew what you were like.

That list would hold so very many cons.

Joe probably would say something like he didn’t think it’d be smart. But Joe stayed silent instead, and your mind had wandered off to a time when you’d mentioned moving in together before.

You just liked his company and you’d shown Joe an empty dresser to convince him it wouldn’t be an issue. When Joe asked what you’d done to all your things, you had shrugged and replied, “Oxfam.”.

“Please tell me you’re joking...”

But you hadn't been.

“You donated all your clothes?”

“Not all of them. Just what was in this dresser.”

“Five drawers worth of clothes?!”

You didn’t think it was a big deal. Sure, it had been a little annoying when you realised you only had three pairs of socks left, and you’d also donated a dress you’d borrowed from a friend.

But it had been fine.

Joe had taken you shopping to fill it back up with new items. And he’d gotten a flat. With a flatmate. And that had been fine too.

Joe was quiet for too long, and he wasn’t making direct eye contact.

“Honestly, move in with me.” Your voice was kind, but matter-of-factly, almost as if you’re daring him to it.

“We practically live together anyways, I’m not married to any of my things, we can redecorate, make room for your stuff,” you listed off things using your fingers, but your mind kind of stuck to the word married.

You’d been very adamant about not really believing in marriage, not wanting to ever get married, for several reasons. Was that why Joe was holding off living together? Because there’d be no big future milestone of a marriage? That thought scared you a little, and Joe noticed the subtle change in your face.

“We really could live together,” he leant forward, elbows on the table, hands moving in front of his face as he rubbed his palms together so you couldn't fully read him.

“Well then, what’s the problem?” you asked, getting straight to the point. There was no use in wondering and digging yourself holes you couldn’t think yourself out of.

Joe was silent for a second, and you filled in the blanks even though you knew you really shouldn’t.

Joe’s afraid to tell me he wants to get married and have children with someone.

Suddenly you knew it.

You convinced yourself you could feel it in your bones. You couldn’t feel it in your bones, but thinking it was enough for your brain to set it in stone.

“Is it because I don’t want to get married and have children with you?” you blurted it out, words falling onto the table and remaining there for Joe to stare at.

“In general. I don’t want to, with anyone.” You added quickly, clarifying yourself.

This couldn’t be news to Joe; these were things mentioned before in conversations with friends, with family, but it was the first time you asked Joe directly if this was going to be a problem.

But Joe wasn’t being open, instead very actively holding back, and you hated it.

“What is it, Joey?”

Joe leant back in his chair as he let his fingers loosely hold a knife that pushed left-over bits of breakfast around on his plate.

“I know what you don’t want,”

His face didn’t give anything away.

“And you know I think you’d make a great mother regardless.”

A compliment that means nothing to you. You think anyone could make a great mother if they decided to try their best at it.

Joe’s eyes met yours, and they looked at you with softness and kindness, and then, he said exactly the wrong words that shot hot anger directly into your veins.

Joe expertly links your choice to not want to have children of your own to childhood trauma. To your relationship with your mother.

An assumption you find offensive and completely unfair of him to make, disregarding your interests and wishes for your future. As if you hadn’t thought things over carefully, but had instead let someone else decide this for you which wasn’t the case at all.

“What the fuck does my mother have to do with this?!”

Joe thought he’d struck a chord, something you weren’t willing to face at the minute, and immediately started backtracking.

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”

It’s too late, his apology meaningless.

“But it is what you meant or you wouldn't have said it!” you raised your voice and squared up for a fight.

Getting to understand your family dynamics had taken Joe some time. Joe’s own parents had divorced when he was only young, but both had found new families, granting him half-siblings and twice the amount of affection.

Sure, he felt like sometimes he needed to fight for attention, but knowing it’s what ultimately lead him onto his career path, he was thankful too in a way.

Your parents had also divorced, but you’d already been in your twenties when they decided to call it off. Divorce had felt like sweet relief to you, because it meant that you wouldn’t be forced to spend so much time with your mother anymore.

There’d been times in your childhood where your mother had decided she needed to put herself first, taking drastic measures and disappearing for weeks on end.

Sometimes months.

It had left you forced to fetch for yourself and often times for your sisters too. You were the eldest and felt responsibility you later concluded no child should ever have to feel. But your dad would always be so proud when he’d come home from work and your sisters would be fed, washed and asleep and there was food waiting for him. You knew he worked hard, making long hours, taking extra shifts, just to make sure that you kept a roof over your heads. And so your chest would fill with pride when he’d eat the food you cooked and it would make up for your mother not being there.

It had left you a funny adult; independent, capable and strong, but childlike and insecure too.

Joe was no therapist, and you didn’t particularly like talking about it, but he’d been around long enough to connect at least some dots.

“Why the fuck would I think I’m like my mother?!”

“You’re not-”

“I am nothing like her; in any way, so obviously, if I were to have a baby – which I won’t because I get to decide that for myself – I wouldn’t fucking be like her then either!” you weren’t quite shouting, but you were being loud enough for Joe to shoot eyes in the direction of his flatmate’s bedroom.

You decided it’s the wrong thing for him to look at, but honestly, he could’ve looked in any direction and it would’ve added to your anger.

Joe had met your mum too, of course.

And at first, he hadn’t understood your disdain.

Your mother seemed a kind woman. She would joke with you as she poured Joe another glass of wine after dinner at her house. And you would seem to enjoy spending time with her, chatting about whatever, racking up anecdote after anecdote. But on your way out, you’d sigh and lean into him, relieved to be out of her presence. You’d seek for comfort in Joe, and would comment on not having to go through that again for another month or two.

Joe noticed subtle differences in you when you’d be around your father. There’d be no expectations on his end, and you’d be more content. It was hidden in little things like you sitting down at the dinner table with your mother, creating a table-width of distance between the two of you, your contact more formal. With your dad, you’d plop down right next to your dad on the sofa, legs touching, hugging as you’d say hi to each other.

With your dad there was space for banter and debate, and with your mother, there was literal space - so much space, between the two of you.

Joe had noticed it in your sisters too. He knew then that you played pretend around your mother and got to be your true selves around your father.

“That woman has nothing to do with choices I make! Full stop!”

You finished it, not wanting Joe to comment on it further.

There was a short silence.

You didn’t want kids because you didn’t want kids. Raising a child? Having it just be in your house all day every day, touching your things? Carrying responsibility for a whole other person? Spending your own earned money on it? Absolutely not your idea of fun.

Why did Joe have to bring your mother into this?

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” Joe tried, his voice slightly hushed. He wasn’t in for a fight, didn’t want to match your firey energy. He had meetings to head to in a little bit, and had a hungover flatmate who was still asleep, and so he wanted to push the issue aside.

Park this car for now.

Start it back up later.

“We won’t talk about it later either.” You decided and left the room.

Getting dressed in Joe’s bedroom with the door closed – because flatmate, not because angry but also, a little because angry – you realised that the feeling that overtook you inside of your chest was sadness.

Sad.

Joe pausing this conversation meant that now the topic lingered, and so now you just got to be sad all day.

Because this was all you were going to be thinking about.

But you’d talk later.

So, you burried yourself in thought – a space where you didn’t usually thrive if you were honest with yourself. It was nothing but anger, frustration, doubt and guilt up in there.

Ugh.

What was wrong with you?

You knew the issue.

Felt it deep within the pit of your stomach.

You were afraid you were wasting Joe’s time. You might just have selfishly snooped precious years from his twenties. Years he could have had with someone else who could give him the mundane family life that he was after. Was that even what he was after? Shit you weren’t even sure what he was after – Joe hadn’t been clear about his wants and needs at all. He hadn’t agreed with you or denied your accusations. If Joe was after a happy calm structured home-life with a wife and kids and pets, with bake sales, school runs and after-school-activities – it wasn’t what you were going to be giving him.

Able to? Sure.

Wanting to? Nope.

When Joe headed out, off to work, he found you to say goodbye. You pecked on the mouth, a chaste little kiss followed by a smile. It was fake, and you didn’t like it, but agreed that for now it was nicer to pretend it was all rainbows and butterflies and not threatening dark skies rumbling with thunder.

And then now, here you were.

Already dark outside, late enough for you to be in bed already, but sat on the sofa in silence instead, the air in the room thick and barren.

Not speaking.

Because speaking meant more possibly arguing.

Joe had come ‘round to your place after dinner, and you had both busied yourself - Joe finding laundry around your apartment and collecting it into a hamper, and you rummaging through piles of documents on your desk. You were painfully aware that you were keeping yourself busy with this seemingly aimless task just because talking to your boyfriend didn’t feel like it was an option.

Joe had said sorry. That should’ve ended it.

But it hadn’t.

Because you still didn’t know why Joe had started talking to you about moving out of his flat and hadn’t been clear on his hesitations of moving in with you. And it felt like this might be the beginning of the end. Your foundation was suddenly scarily shaky where it had felt rock solid before. It wasn’t real yet because it hadn’t been said aloud, so in turn you kept your hands busy and didn’t speak. And then, Joe had told you he had an early wakeup call the next morning, so he’d sleep at his place tonight. Would just be easier. The convenience to escape each other for the night should logically bring relief, but it felt awful. It flung more doubt into your brain; maybe you were just a couple that needed to be able to escape each other whenever the situation arose. The thought of grouping yourself in with couples who slept in separate bedrooms made you shudder. You wanted Joe gone, but also there still, neither wolf inside you winning the battle. But when Joe left, it was very clear which wolf you willed to win- you really wanted Joe there still. And so you texted your boyfriend a heart emoji followed by a question mark just moments after he had closed the front door behind him. The simplest way of asking a dangerous question; do you still love me? It took all of three minutes for him to walk back in.

But you didn’t know what to say.

And neither did he.

So after just looking at each other for a couple of seconds, Joe had sat down on your sofa and had started taking his shoes off.

He was staying the night. An hour and a half later, there you were. Tired, sat on your sofa, just listening to each other’s breathing.

Not speaking.

Not arguing. If you were honest the thought of heading out to visit a friend had crossed your mind more than once over the past 90 minutes. You’d complain about Joe and they’d pass you a cocktail and then they’d validate you without question, not even knowing the full story. However more so than validation, you needed comfort right now. And Joey was your Comfort Person™.

So.

You sat, and you touched, and stared into nothingness, and it was silent, and you were tired. Joe’s legs were stretched out in front of you, feet crossed on your coffee table, one ankle resting on the other. To an outsider, he looked relaxed, but you could feel the tension in his body, ribcage flared, fingers fidgeting.

Your knees were high in front of you, feet on the very edge of the sofa, toes toppling over. Joe’s arm wasn’t ‘round your shoulders where it would usually rest. Instead, you were hugging it. Just holding onto it with both of your arms, face squeezed into his bicep letting the full weight of your head rest against it, smelling his skin. Joe barely moved to look at you, wandering eyes doing the most.

He needed to scan your face a second, to read your feelings, but he came up blank.

You were busy staring into space, exhausted eyes, lost in thought but grip unwavering.

Joe kind of wanted to say something, but words escaped him like they’d done for most of that day. You could feel his eyes on you and it made you glance up, your eyes bleary and blinking. Joe was looking at his hands as they rubbed together slowly in his lap.

You know you couldn’t go to bed like this.

At the same time, there was no way you’d be able to muster up the energy, the nerve, or the vocabulary to fix this.

It didn’t help that you were convinced Joe wouldn’t say what you wanted to hear, anyway. And, if he did? He’d be lying. That would be worse.

You felt weak.

Sleepy.

And Joe was warm.

Smelled nice. You gave in and closed your eyes for a few seconds. Seconds easily became minutes.

When you blinked back into consciousness, you noticed it was because you could feel Joe move to sit up. You were unsure if you’d actually slept already, or if you just had lulled in the space between being asleep and awake for a little while. Unsure of how much time had passed, you found it impossible to keep your eyes open for long.

You felt how an arm slipped under your knees, and the arm you’d clung onto pulled itself from your limbs and pushed in between your back and the sofa. You wanted to take control and tell Joe to stop - Joe being sweet to you made your heart flutter, but being sweet was currently the worst thing he could be.

You wanted to move your legs to walk yourself to bed but everything was so much heavier than you anticipated. All you managed was a slight flutter of your eyelids and a hum that left your throat before Joe stood up, hoisting you into his chest.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Joe whispered, using his elbow to open a door and a foot to turn off the light.

Joe carefully lowered you into bed where you found the cool covers. Before Joe’d undressed and made his way over to his side of the bed to lay down next to you, you’d already moved over there. Hogged his space, because even though you were sort of fighting, you still wanted him close.

Joe got it. Understood. Stepped in and cradled your body close to his.

You decided that actually, sweet wasn’t the worst thing Joe could be right now, and you were actually craving more of it.

You sighed deeply, legs, arms and foreheads touching.

Perfect.

Let’s postpone everything forever.

You full-body-relaxed and could feel Joe do the same into the mattress next to you. Sleep was about to overtake you when you decided to open your heavy eyes for just a second to steal a glance at your boyfriend, your faces mere inches away from each other, and you found Joe staring at you. His face was all emotion; nose slightly red, wet big round eyes, and eyebrows scrunched upwards.

The sight of it panged in your chest and your face crumbled quickly too.

Without words shared, Joe hugged you tighter as he fit your head under his and let you cry into the crook of his neck as he sniffled above you.

Pathetic.

Couple of tired angry people, holding each other as they cried.

You only got a couple of sobs out, your body way too sleepy. You wanted to doze off, wake up to a better morning and leave whatever this looming emotion is in the dark of the night. “I love you,” Joe whispered into your hair, just needing to let you know. You had asked, after all. By ways of replying, you squeezed whatever body parts your hands were touching before fully drifting off to sleep. Joe had an early wake up call, and you were awake, but for all intents and purposes, you weren’t.

Joe’d been up for a minute. You’d heard the shower run, and listened to the sounds of fabric sliding over his skin as he got dressed. But you laid still, eyes closed, the bed too warm and comfy, the smell of Joe lingering on your pillow.

Then, you felt his hands on your head, fingers stroking down your jaw before a kiss got pressed to your forehead on a deep inhale.

When his hands lingered, you knew he was just looking at you sleep, taking you in for a minute.

Why won’t he tell me why he doesn’t want to live with me?

You hated how that was your first thought. Joe knew you were awake – you had laid eerily still in the same position for 15 minutes. Unheard of. You weren’t that deep of a sleeper. But he didn’t press it.

“Bye baby,” he whispered, and you felt another kiss on your temple before footsteps left your bedroom, left your hallway, and stepped out the door.

Your mind felt little clearer that day compared to the day before, and your first cup of coffee had given you an idea. The second it popped into your brain, you knew you had to go and question his flatmate.

Immediately.

Joe must have talked to him about moving out, you know, the impact of it quite severe and that. Surely there’d be more information; puzzle pieces you needed in order to fix this stupid issue that you felt had been blown out of proportion. It had made Joe cry. Joe was an easy crier though, especially when tired, but still. It was a rash decision – like all of yours seemed to be – to fly out the door and rush over to Joe’s apartment, but it was a smart one. You were stood in the middle of the flat, 7:50 am, disheveled, hair a mess, but with important questions. Joe’s flatmate was unaware of any underlying problems and had just said: “Oh yeah, he’s been looking at houses.” And you swear you could actually feel someone switch on a lightbulb in your head. Of fucking course.

This asshole.

This stupid idiot man-child didn’t want to move into your tiny little one-bedroom (even though it was nice, and it had a little garden, and it was south facing, and it was in a nice area) - this wanker wanted to buy a house. Had he tried to tell you?

You weren’t sure.

Had he been dropping massive hints you were too oblivious to pick up on?

Probably.

Had your anger ruined a lovely moment yesterday where, if you hadn’t been so mad about a compliment – a fucking compliment, you hate yourself – he would’ve asked you to move in with him?

Most definitely, you decided. His flatmate opened a drawer and tossed a couple of folders onto the table. “He’s been to see these, but I don’t think he liked any of them.” Okay, that’s it. You were going to have to murder yourself. Maybe Joe’s flatmate could help, he had been nice enough to you up until then, surely he’d lend a hand. “I’m an idiot.” You exclaimed, grabbing your phone from your pocket and opening WhatsApp. You sent Joe a photo of the folders, his flatmate in the background of the snap.

It only took a couple of seconds for your phone to ring. “I’m an IDIOT!” you were practically shouting as you answered the phone. “It was meant to be a surprise!” Joe shouted back, matching the energy. “You could’ve just said!” the dopamine-rush from hearing Joe’s laugh almost toppled you over. “But I couldn’t– I got you upset and didn’t want to steamroll over you-” “Joey, you cried.” “You were so sad!” You could hear concern in his voice, and your self-hatred grew deeper as you came to understand Joe had spent the whole evening thinking you’d been sulking about his mention of your mother. And he’d been beating himself up over it because he'd never expected the reaction you'd given.

“I’m fine!”

“You've got a mortgage." A flush of realization rushed over you.

Not only had Joe pondered all night how to make it up to you for getting you upset about a comparison he had made- an unfair one, he agreed. He had also been convinced you might not want to get rid of your apartment.

It was true, you loved your flat.

But a shitty one-bedroom or a house?

With your boyfriend?

"Hey, fuck my mortgage."

That made Joe laugh.

"This needed a careful approach.”

This man.

This.

Man.

“That was you being careful?” Joe could hear the giggle stuck in your throat.

“I tried.” And you could hear him sigh and feel his smile transmit through your phone somehow.

“Joe cried?”

Oh. His flatmate snickered. You’d forgotten his flatmate was still there.

“I thought you didn’t want to move in with me,” you confessed.

“Oh my God,” Joe whined, dots connecting.

“You are an idiot.” part two

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joey quinn #fanfiction #angst #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #moving up

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orionsangel86 · 5 months

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I find it so infinitely funny that the Doctor Who creators were like "well its inevitable that David Tennant will return again at some point so lets just make it easy for him" and wrote it so that 14 gets to go on and live a happy ending but still keep his own Tardis and have adventures if he wants to whilst knowing that The Doctor is still out there saving the universe like... part of me is so mad about it for being such an obvious way to keep David Tennant around because they know he's the golden nugget that boosts the ratings everytime (sorry but he is) but the other part of me is that David Tennant obsessed bitch who squeels with joy everytime he is on my screen and the thought that he may just come back to Doctor Who every now and again fills me with so much joy and has healed some of my trauma from having to say goodbye to him 15 years ago.

At the same time this is ridiculous and as wonderful as Ncuti was (he was seriously brilliant) there will be a subsection of Who fans just itching to see what David Tennant is up to and that makes me feel a bit sad for Ncuti and his Doctor.

I also feel a bit robbed of the emotional moment I was fully anticipating throughout the specials. I was fully expecting to have to watch DT regenerate again and relive some of the pain and sadness I felt saying goodbye to him 15 years ago, and honestly I was sort of looking forward to that because its rare that a show makes me feel that way about a character and DTs Doctor is one of very few that I do feel that way about. Part of me really WANTED to see that regeneration and feel those feelings again.

Also funny that there are now TWO former Doctors with David Tennants face out in the universe somewhere separate from The Doctor. The one with Donna, and the one with Rose. I always figured if DT returned he would play TenTwo. I was hoping at some point to see what became of them but this new canon makes that seem less likely idk.

So I am very split on my feelings over the 60th specials. I love them and am annoyed at the same time. I have already seen grumblings about David Tennant favouritism and well, yeah, I agree, its super blatant, but I also totally am on the side of David Tennant as he's the only Doctor I've ever loved and will continue to love so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I dunno. It was joyful. It was so joyful. I shouldnt complain. It means we could potentially see more of DT in DW again in the future and I will never complain about that. But I can recognise that this is an attempt to revise the popularity of a show that had long since passed its golden age by bringing back its golden boy and there is something a bit cheap and disengenuous about that if you pick at it too much.

So I'll leave it there. I loved it regardless. I am looking forward to 15s era and hope it can recapture my attention the way 11, 12, and 13 never could. But we shall see.

#doctor who #david tennant #doctor who spoilers #doctor who 60th anniversary

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norellenilia · 1 month

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Damn, I remember the first time I watched FMA 03, when I was 16 or 17, I stayed up until 1 am to finish it, and today, watching episodes 38 through 42 turned me into such an emotional mess that I have to take a break lmao what happened??? My own emotional traumas, that's what happened

I'm feeling so many things again

In episode 38, when Ed and Al are fighting, Al drenches Ed in water and he says "it's going to rain!!!" and I'm like haha no don't try to pull a Mustang on me I know this episode won't make me cry and GUESS WHAT the flashback with Trisha convincing Ed to go and find Al so they can talk things out and Al looking so happy that Ed isn't upset with him anymore it's so cute I CRIED

I need -- no, I DEMAND a spin-off series where Winry and Scziezka solve murder mysteries together (I'd love to write it myself but I know I'm not nearly good enough at coming up with mystery stories lol), they're adorable I'm so happy they totally get together post CoS

Martel's death hits SO MUCH HARDER than I remembered holy shit, she and Al actually got close, we see more of her, her death is so horrific and hearing sweet sweet baby boy Alphonse cry just BROKE MY HEART I never wanted to hug an armor so badly

Scar's brother's last moments, the way he looks so terrified and desperate to protect his little brother from Kimblee and Scar being so devastated when he dies I just-- *clenches fist*

Sloth using Ed's PTSD against him that's so UNFAIR; also I was thinking that I was a bit disappointed that this anime did not include the nightmare that Ed has at some point in the manga where he sees his mom saying "why didn't you make me right" etc but this is it, this is this scene, and it's worse because he's hearing it for real, he is very much awake, he has the real voice of his mom in his ears and she's saying this to him and I'm-- *clenches fist harder*

Rose's story, I'm still so mad, she deserves all the happiness in the world

Speaking of Rose, it's so funny how the moment Al is like "I wonder how Rose is doing" the show just full on goes "Ed/Rose shipper" mode lmao, with Ed blushing while pretending not to remember her, him being so awkward when he speaks to her just before they go on their separate ways and her son just smiling and giggling when he speaks (first time we see the baby laugh, he had only been crying up until then) :') To be honest it feels a bit out of the blue to me but idk

Dante sporting Lyra's white ass in the town of brown people and speaking as if she was part of them just because she's following Rose around to manipulate her is incredibly cringe, but then again, it's Dante, she's the villain and we're already supposed to know something is up with "Lyra". But still.

Very random but Al pulling objects from or putting objects inside his armor from behind the cloth always looks very awkward lol

I used to never really care about Scar but I have learned the errors of my way as I now realize he is actually one of the best characters in this goddamn series, even with the orb of knowledge and the three arm losses, and Mangahood!Scar being much more villainized and ending up working with the military will never come even CLOSE to 03!Scar using his last bit of strength to save Alphonse to honor his love for his lost brother and take his ultimate revenge on those who murdered his people in the goal of protecting oppressed people, all of this while an epic music is playing (honestly it even feels like Ed is made to be seen as an obstacle as he tries to prevent the soldiers from entering Liore lol)

Sorry but Wrath is annoying as hell, I know that I'll probably have a different opinion if I rewatch CoS after that, but for now I hate him

We're finally entering the "Rewrite" era of the show and I had forgotten how much it rocks (Ed's hair animation at the beginning fhjkfhkdhjk)

I only have 9 episodes left but between Lust and Sloth in the upcoming episodes I'm not even sure I'll be able to watch it all in one go lol. Still excited to see more of Winry and Scziezka and remembering how much Hohenheim is absolutely useless in this x)

#fma #fma03 #fma 03 #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist 2003 #nore rewatches fma #it's so funny I thought I already knew I loved this series #I even feared that rewatching it would actually disappoint me #but actually I think I love it even more now #at the ripe age of 34 I'm happy to see I still enjoy and relate to it a lot #I even learn to love characters I had never really cared about before #like Rose and Scar #and as an equivalent exchange now I despise Izumi lol #but hey people grow and learn and change #that's literally one of the themes of the series so it fits

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lesbians4kenny · 2 years

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How they would act around a child

Contains hcs of the following characters : Katsuki Bakugou , Izuku Midoriya , Shoto Todoroki

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Warnings : Cursing

IZUKU MIDORIYA

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Would be totally chill at first, he’d be quite decent with children (especially if he doesnt get kicked in the fucking nuts).

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Until the child wants to go out and gets rowdier all of a sudden, Izuku is a mess right then and there trying to get the kid to chill out and not cross the street without holding his hand.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Other than that he’d be very worried and cautious of their surroundings, carrying a med kit everywhere “just in case”. Would literally almost fight tears as he scrambles through his bag to find the med kit if the kid gets a scratch on their knee, no matter how mild it is.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Kid would just sit there and watch with a 😐 as he overreacts, but its okay bc Izuku is gonna try to make an All Might themed lunch for them later!!

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Spoiler: It doesn’t end well. What’s even worse is that he was using the child’s parents kitchen, wonder how he’s gonna deal with this one.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Would probably be basically broke at the end of the day because I can’t see him having the courage to properly say no when the kid asks for something, he doesn’t want to make them cry ig

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ (Definitely didn’t get All Might merch for himself and used the excuse that he’s “buying it for the kid”)

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Honestly I don’t think he’d teach a child who he is babysitting curse words on purpose. Would probably just rub off on the child, I find the imagery of Bakugou getting mad and the child just automatically getting pissed off aswell funny 😭

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Like, oh he stubbed his toe and is swearing all over the place? So is the kid. He lost in some shitty mobile game and is taking his anger out on the phone (verbally)? So is the kid. He failed a test by just one point and is in a worse mood than usual for the next few days? So is the kid. The kid basically just copies every mannerism of his honestly.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Bakugou probably gets mad at the kid thinking they’re mocking him but in reality they just admire him. Don’t worry though, he’ll realize it later! (he wont.)

SHOTO TODOROKI

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Five..weenies………………………

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ If the child ever fucking calls him that he trauma dumps on the spot like in that one scene 😭 similar to Midoriya’s part the kid would just sit there staring with a blank face as he does his whole speech.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Having to tell someone “My name is not five weenies.” every five minutes can be quite tiring and annoying, especially if the person never gives a shit and continues calling you “Five weenies”.

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ Politely tells anyone thats closer than 2ft to back off from the child

thats all i got for this honestly 🤷🤷 sorry if its ooc i havent been all that into mha for a rly long time 🫶🏼🫶🏼 i was supposed to release this last sunday but so much shit has happened recently it fucked me up tbh, hope u enjoyed this at least <3

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #my hero academia x reader #My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia

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alivegirlmari · 1 year

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sorry i keep bothering u BUT i have another question😭 i was wondering if you’d seen this interview of melanie (https://youtu.be/xhHDMOEnuB4 the first minute and a half) and what you think of that because i’m pretty sure shauna does NOT care but to me jeff very much went from a sympathetic guy who loves his wife to a sinister little man😭 i get making bad decisions when you’re young but man😭

you are NOT bothering me omggg you could neverrr. me when i wake up to an anticurses ask and get to chew on it at work for the next two days: ❣️ 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝

i've seen a few people analyze that specific interview and tbh i don't think i have anything groundbreaking to add but i wanna just ramble about shauna anyways asdjnjsdk so! putting this under a readmore bc it'll probs be long-ish and incoherent <3

ok so. shauna's relationship to motherhood has always fascinated me. when i first watched yj it was all in one night, in a haze, during a not-good-mentally period in my life. so it took me an embarrassing amount of episodes to go from 'oh she hates callie bc callie's wilderness baby and thus a reminder of everything that entails, both jackie-related and trauma-related' to 'OH callie can't be wilderness baby, timeline wise, which adds an even more insane level to shauna returning to jeff post-crash'. bc the decision to date him let alone marry him has always been sooo interesting to me!! like yeah we all knew why but like, how did it happen? how long after the crash? did he call her up once she got out of hospital? did she go back to school? was it another drunk grief hookup thing again, but one that spiraled into more? did they discuss jackie at all? iirc, when he reveals he's read the diaries, he implies they never talked about the 19 months which is why he read them. but did they ever discuss jackie, separate to what happened in the woods? or was she the eternal elephant in the room? i mean, yes it's canon that shauna marries him out of guilt and shame and obligation, but the CALLIE of it all is the wildest part to me. bc she's pregnant with his baby, and then jackie dies and the baby dies, and then she goes back and has anotherrr baby with him, in spite of everything!!!!

so melanie p much saying 'she can't keep justifying her decision to not have kids with him, so they have one'. is like. well she's right!!! i can 1000% see jeff pushing to have kids and shauna, unaware that he knows about wilderness baby and not wanting to tell him, agreeing to it bc a) she'd rather die than talk about it honestly, b) the guilt of it all, and c) well that's what normal suburban heterosexual couples do isn't it?? get married and have kids!! and to me jeff has always been that guy, which he even admits in canon! he was always gonna be the high-school boyfriend to jackie, but that's his life role, too: he stays in his home-town, he owns a business in his home-town, his only friend is his teen bestie, etc. he's the suburban straight guy who doesn't properly wash his underwear, whose wife cooks every meal (that he still complains about), who thinks flavored lube is too kinky and weird and gay for him.

and it annoys me that the show doesn't even lean into the horror of that, let alone like...the genuinely terrribleeee things he does. like if you're not gonna frame it as devastating, tragic, claustrophobic, and miserable that shauna marries jackie's very Normie boyfriend and has another baby with him, that her whole life has become a jackie altar and not what she herself wants, then at least frame it as awful that he blackmailed her and her friends using their trauma??? HELLO???and i hate that the adam thing kinda like. made them ~even~, narratively, or at least made people forget about jeff.

and if you're NOT going to make it a heterosexual horror story, AT LEAST make him the wifeguy people insist he is online!! what REAL self-respecting wifeguy would turn down strawberry lube or panic when their wife grabs the gun from the guy holding them at gunpoint!!! and i mean, his reactions (to the gun thing at least) are valid and normal, ofc he'd freak out, majority of us would too. but this IS a tv show, he's not real, and you can't have him be the freaked out, 'you're out of control' husband and the 'my wife can do no wrong' husband ykwim. (me & rose talked about that angle specifically here)

but also YES it's legitimately evil for jeff to not tell shauna he knows about wilderness baby and for him to just then. keep bringing up having another one. the most generous reading i can give him is that he also, of course, feels guilty about jackie, and his desire for marriage and children with shauna is driven by that, but again: he knew he was only ever the high-school boyfriend, so. and what melanie said in that interview IS right but it's not being said/implied/explored in canon, and i worry that if it was then again, it wouldn't be shown as the horror it is, so i'm almost glad?? bc i'm not sure the general audience would see through that and view it as evil either.

anyways, jeff n shauna to me is like. does she love him? probably, in some way, on some level. i think she enjoys his company sometimes, i'm sure they have happy memories together etc. but he will always be a reminder of #everything. and so will callie! and i think that's just a more interesting dynamic to explore!!! (though tbh. loveee the goat stuff, but shauna just kinda. saying everything so explictly to lottie did feel like a telling not showing, exposition moment. as did the fact that it was a KID like sometimes this show is so subtle and other times it's incredibly not ajdksjask.)

um anyways it's 4am. i need to go to sleep. i am probably forgetting something bc i have So many thoughts about shauna + motherhood ESPECIALLY in the teen timeline which i didn't even touch lol, and how it connects to adult timeline but i do wanna give the writers temporary benefit of doubt just bc we've still got 2 eps left. so who knows what'll happen. me personally i'm hoping jeff dies and/or goes to jail and we explore the complex web of feelings that shauna and callie have towards each other, and they change their names back to shipman. i think it's rly funny and sad and tragic that callie doesn't care that her mom's a killer (well, she does), she's just so happy her mother's being honest with her. </33 also just love women who aren't naturally maternal and aren't good mothers but they're not villainized for it, and it's also not a one-dimensional portrayal either.

(final note that i LOVE is that in the original pilot script, shauna has another kid!!! callie has an older sister!!! soo curious whether she was meant to be a surviving wilderness baby or if they had another kid post-crash...jeff im in ur walls regardless)

#also i answered ur other ask privately bc i don't wanna invite hashtag discourse abt that interpretation of that scene/character ahsjfjkka #but idk how tumblr works re: private answers so if you didn't get it i can just. send you what i wrote??? <3333 #ask #anticurses

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Heyyyy, Bianca!!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💜💚💜

I was wondering here: which ships are your Top OTP? (And the reason you put them so high if you want to share!)

Heyyy! Happy late Valentines Day 💝 💘

Thank you for the question. At first, I struggled to come up with more than two ships, but then, once I started thinking back to old hypefixations, I couldn't stop lol to keep it short, I selected only four.

Here they are:

1. Levi and Hange

I mean, they gotta be on top, right? This is the ship that brought me back to fandom life and made me want to start writing and sharing my fanfics online. What first caught my interest was their interactions, their bickering, their bright & energetic/calm & annoyed dynamic. But now I think what I like the most about their relationship is their friendship, how much they trust and can count on one another. Considering how fucked up their world is, it's nice to know they have each other's back. AND the tragic element keeps me chained to them 😢 (I'll stop here otherwise I'd keep going on and on forever...)

2. Artemis and Wally (Young Justice)

These two... Honestly, Young Justice is probably what got me into the DC Universe and it was also my first contact with fandom spaces (I still remember the fics I used to read about this couple on ff.net back in 2012 lol). I think their relationship was so well constructed throughout the first season that it's impossible not to fall in love. The "I hate you but we're forced to work together" trope is one of my favorite and it excels with them! The annoyance and mistrust at the beginning slowly fading as they work together and finally learn to care about it each other as more than just teammates, but friends too? Peak romance 😭 Artemis' individual storyline was also very well done, and I love the angst coming from her past trauma, how it caused her wariness of the team and doubt their true intentions towards her. She's been mistreated her entire life but finally learned how to trust and love again, and Wally was a part of that <3

3. Vincenzo and Cha Young (Vincenzo)

This is a relatively new one. Granted, I'm not as obsessed with them as the other ones, but I still think they deserve their place here. Again, these two start off not really liking each other but end up on the same side, so they set their differences aside to work together (this seems to be a theme with my ships Lol). I just think they built a beautiful friendship and partnership. Cha Young was probably the only person Vincenzo could fully trust in that scenario (being in a new country, away from his subordinates and all). I liked how they learned how to rely on and trust the other. Yeah, Vincenzo was a Mafia consigliere but that didn't really made their relationship unbalanced? That was my main concern going through the series, considering that Cha Young is not as physically strong as him. But she's still just as smart, witty, brave and stubborn as him.

4. Kat and Patrick (10 things I hate about you)

Ahhhh, there's always a place in your heart for your first love ship. This is one of my favorite movies of all time. I love how Kat was always so abrasive and Patrick just wasn't put out by it. Of course, he was paid to take her out, but I know he secretly liked having her fight him all the time and always speak her mind. And I love that it didn't change towards the end, her character growth didn't involve her getting calmer or sweeter, just learning how to be vulnerable. Do I think that these two would've stayed together in the long run? Definitely no, but I still like the enemies-to-lovers situation going on here.

Honorable mentions that didn't make the cut: Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle (in basically every universe, lol), Shikamaru and Temari, Suki and Sokka, Kaz and Inej, Mulder and Scully, Koyanagi and Kabakura, Ash and Eiji, Ava and Beatrice, Anne and Gilbert, Jaime and Brienne, Monica and Chandler, Jiwon and Sungming + Yina Yeeun (both from Age of Youth), Keith and Lance (happily, I outgrew my Voltron fase), Howl and Sophie, and last but not least, Ymir and Historia.

Thank you again!

#ask #about me #i'm kind of obsessed with the annoyance-to-lovers trope

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saturnssz · 10 months

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many current NS seem to be disability / trauma fetishists or its just normalized in that side of the fandom :( where sasuke is this trauma ridden angel that needs to be fucked 2 be fixed . it really upsets me as someone who has gone through a lot of trauma and is disabled physically and mentally. its such a cruel way of viewing trauma . plus! i notice a lot of fics wit sasuke being severely disabled (like blind, deaf, mute + more, a combo of two or more, etc) and i think these r cool headcanons when it comes from a place of “i waanna see myself in the media i like” or just wondering what it would be like, bc a blind sasuke i can get! bc of his sharingan and stuff. but a lot of the time it doesn’t come from that, its just so sasuke can be more helpless and for sexual stuff..

There's probably some truth to that in some of their fics. Why'd I get that vibe too honestly when I used to read n*rus*su fics back then? I wouldn't say most, but a lot of the fics. It's that part with his trauma and they make it really odd in modern fics where he's practically helpless and can't do anything now apparently even though he's not like that since he was a literal child 💀 he's not even like that in the manga so...where did that come from? Idk, very weird vibes. And like, before someone says anything, I'm quite the sasuke supporter, I think his ideals had some truth to it, and he had a right to be pissed and upset. But like, how do you qet shippudden sasuke and turn him into that? 😭 It's really one of my peeves. I probably wouldn't be so annoyed by it if they didnt annoy, harass and vilify sn in the community because apparently they dont fit their "canon selves and its ooc" and THIS is what they be recommending...like nigga. I almost wanna side with the pro sasuke stans that hate all ships if it wasn't for their weird misplaced hatred for Naruto, who also was a victim of the Shinobi system. Bro, I could do a whole analysis. They act like I made this shit up 😭 I was mutuals and friends with people who were way more n*rus*su leaning. I was in the trenches, deep in the community on all social media platforms 💀

#naruto #uzumaki naruto #sasunaru #sns #uchiha sasuke

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As someone that likes Sasuke, there are times I wonder why he's not the one getting the hate when he deserves it. In my opinion, Sasuke in part 1 was way more annoying and difficult to actually like in part one. And he's done way worse! Sakura may have made a bad claim about how Naruto had it more easy/was badly behaved cause he has no parents, but at least she tried to be nicer and improve her act. Sasuke insulted and belittled Naruto for freezing up at the beginning of the land of the waves arc, acted all cocky in the chunin exams only to get made when he gets put in his place, got into a fight with Naruto and belittled him again because he was insecure about his skills, threatened Kakashi with a smile on his face, betrays the village to get power from the man who nearly came close to destroying it, put multiple of his comrades lives at risk because he was selfish and NEARLY KILLED NARUTO FOR POWER. If it weren't for Kurama, Naruto would have possibly bled out. But Sakura's the one that's terrible?

OMG YES, YES YES, THIS!!!

The fact is: Sakura was annoying as any young teen who is oblivious of the world would be. Her comment was awful indeed, but it is obvious she regrets it right after Sasuke calls her out. Sakura rethinks her actions, sees how unfair she was and changes her attitude towards Naruto. She is wrong as a child is bound to be (trust me, I work with kids and teenagers). That is the age when they make mistakes, when they are certain of their convictions, teenagers believe they know it all when they hardly know anything, and Sakura had a normal, peaceful life, so she's blissfully unaware of the cruelty of the world. However, she changes, she grows, she doesn't do things like that again. She is always supportive of Naruto, painfully loyal to her friends and becomes much more empathetic and kind.

Sasuke is unapologetic about all the horrible things he did. He hurts Naruto every single chance he gets, he hurts the people who care about him and doesn't give a flying f*ck about the consequences. Now, I understand Konoha sucks, their government is awful and the elders should just die and stop wasting oxygen, but is that reason to do all he did? To hurt, humiliate and belittle his closest friends every chance he gets? I don't see much redemption in him, and honestly? He caused nothing but pain to his team, gave them nothing but trauma. I am a firm believer that he does not deserve their forgiveness, does not deserve redemption because I don't feel like he redeemed himself. Wanna start a revolution? Babe, ask your friends for help, the gods know Naruto had been wronged enough to hate the elders, and many shinobi would agree to a change of power. But Sasuke only ever hurt the ones who loved him, I don't think he deserves forgiveness, he deserves to get hit by a bus.

#I could write a paper on why Sasuke sucks #if he ever showed to care about his team I'd be like “oh ok”#but no he tried to kill them multiple times #honestly? F*CK U SASUKE #◆ ┈ ┊ today on: omg miko no || ( ooc )#thank you so much for this ask!!!#I feel like a popular blog when I get these kinds of asks hahaha

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Honestly, at the start of the book I was very invested in Truant and the way Zampanò's work seemed to have a tangible effect on his life. But later on his footnotes mostly devolved into lengthy gratuitously detailed sexcapades, not to mention him having, let's just say, not the greatest views on women. All of this capped off with one of the most baffling, but oddly fitting, ends to his story that left me not knowing how to feel about him.

However, the middle of the book itself, the one that focuses on the fictional cult (as in cult around a movie) surrounding the Navidson Record and, ofcourse, the exploration tapes dwarf any lackluster writing in the footnotes. The Navidson Record has to be one of the most if not the most profound and innovative peice of horror media I have ever encountered. I envy anyone who gets to read it for the first time. It's a huge book, but I wish I had set a stricter time frame for myself when I first read it because it's a visceral experience that can lose its punch if dragged on for over a year.

WAUGH!! Okay anon I hope you're still there. I waited to read this message until I finished the book just to keep my perceptions of everything as uninfluenced as possible.

First of all, the way women are written in HoL is something I definitely struggled with the most. Trying to parse through Watsonian/Doylist interpretations. Sort of wondering for a while if maybe Danielewski just doesn't (or at least didn't at the time) write women very well (still not sure where I stand with this one but Karen's chapter did definitely help me feel a little bit better about it).

And yeah Truant's sexcapades put me off for a minute but once it became clear that they were just his way of trying to bury his grief and what was happening to him they annoyed me less. And while it frustrates me that women are often used as plot devices in this way (without being given their own agency or depth) I do think this part of his story was necessary to his character development and narratively relevant (I was worried for a second that it wasn't lol) and personally it endeared me to him once he moved past it.

I also think his poor view of women is condemned in the text. Or at least it's something he outgrows. Like how he convinced himself he was so in love with "Thumper" without ever knowing her name, and when he finally asked it was too late. He was just looking for something easy to save him, missing out on connections because he was seeing everyone as a life raft and not a full person. The parental trauma of it all. (This is where my thoughts about women in HoL start spiraling fhdjs)

Overall I stayed really liking him the whole time, even though I didn't expect to! I just found him really sympathetic. The pekingese footnote had its intended effect on me I think lol. Also I like a sorta purple style of writing sometimes, so I didn't personally find his footnotes lackluster, but I can understand how they could grate on others. There are just certain lines in those notes that I think I'll remember forever, just because I think they were written so beautifully.

Also!!! "Visceral" is the perfect word to describe the Navidson record!!!! The format making you experience the House alongside everyone is soooo effective. It really does just instill grief in you while you read it, there were parts that made me cry and cry like a little baby boy in my own home. I was like shouting and talking to the characters while I was reading. And the ending was perfectly bittersweet to me. It's so good and so special I'm really happy I read it, I definitely want to read it again eventually.

#drinks talk tag #ask #anon #long post #i didnt really do any decoding or red stringing while reading the first time bc im never really drawn to that sort of thing #so for my next time through I think i would like to try reading it like that #thanks anon I would love to talk more about it if ur comfortable pming me!#or if u would rather stay on anon I would love to hear ur thoughts if u feel like givin them!

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titan-god-helios · 1 year

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30 days of autism acceptance: day 1

[1 April: The typical introduction question! Tell us something about yourself. If you can't think of anything, try these: What do you enjoy to do in your free time? What music or series/show do you like? Are you happy with your current living situation/the people you live with? What's one of your favourite foods?]

hi all !! my name's ash, i go by all pronouns (prefer they/them), i'm pansexual, nonbinary and audhd (self dx). in my free time, i usually read or play videogames, and sometimes i'll do some art for myself although i treat it more as fun work otherwise nothing ever gets finished that i start on! at the moment, i'm reading the series of unfortunate events by lemony snicket (on book ten - the slippery slope - and about 2/3 through), i absolutely adore mitski, ichika nito (guitar soloist, math rock style), any form of rock although i prefer heavier rock//(death) metal, jazz, electroswing, LOTS of musicals (where are my hamilfans ????) indie music aaand i like a lot of punk-rock type rap too, from artists like grandson, call me karizma and so on (does that classify as rap ?? im really bad at naming genres so there's another thing <3). i'll link my main playlist here for you to listen if you're interested !! in terms of shows, i never tend to finish anything fully because i easily get bored of shows halfway through unless i really enjoy some aspect of them BUT that being said, i'm working my way through rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles currently (tmnt has always been a comfort franchise for me), and some previous shows i adored are arcane, the umbrella academy, aggretsuko, and bits and bobs of david attenborough's wildlife documentaries//docuseries on netflix. the people i live with are okay for the most part - my mum has taken a huge toll on my mental health and so has my dad, although honestly speaking i prefer him to her simply because he acknowledges that he's done that and respects me as a person (most of the time). my sister is great although i feel bad for being annoyed by her a lot of the time because, due to the day in and day out stress my mum gives, im either burnt out, in sensory overload, having a shutdown (i rarely have meltdowns most likely due to trauma reasons and also how i just naturally process emotion) but other than the bad stuff, i have it good in terms of living conditions. bonus points for my wonderful boyfriend @paracosmicboy who makes it so much better on the daily <333 i love cooking and baking and anything in the kitchen !! its my happy place and sososo good for grounding or distraction when im in a bad place, plus i get yummy food and the satisfaction of a completely clean living space when i'm all done !! really makes me feel good and in control (something i don't have a lot of in my day to day life and it stresses me out beyond compare). speaking of food, i don't really have any favourites in particular since i adore a lot of food from many different cuisines and people (i'm sensory seeking in that respect and was only a picky eater when i was really little). THAT BEING SAID, give me some sushi and udon noodle soup, or any type of comforting asian food, and im at home instantly (i'm half asian and despite my complicated relationship with my mum, her cooking is supreme above all others (apart from certain traditional greek dishes that my dad cooks) and it always makes me feel a little happier than i was before i ate it, and it reminds me of all the good moments with my mum instead of the bad - its magical). aaand yeah !! this is already really long so i'm gonna stop typing now <3 have a wonderful day my lovelies !!

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I can‘t even write detailed reviews and theories about SLWY anymore because every chapter leaves me braindead (in the best way). Like, I’m so overwhelmed with feelings after each chapter that I can‘t put them into coherent thoughts and this was no different, but I‘ll try.

Part 14 was different than I expected. I thought that Hyun was gonna be upfront about having to leave earlier. I also expected YN to (try to) talk things out with Lix and Hana. And I imagined the art internship to be a bigger topic, though I‘m sure it‘s gonna be picked up in the following parts. Long story short, I thought it was going to be a lot more angsty and dramatic, almost loud, but I love what you did with this chapter instead. It was a quiet sort of angst. Aside from being unexpected (for me, at least), I feel like despite it not being as sad as Part 13, the chapter had a constant melancholic undertone. I don‘t know if you did on purpose, but to me, it felt like it demonstrated YN headspace very well. She‘s trying to make happier memories, Hyun‘s trying to cheer her up, Yeonjun and our new (and very likable, btw) character Yuqi were there and despite everyone genuinely trying, there‘s a subtle - yet still very palpable - sadness and emptiness about YN and anything that doesn’t have to do with Hyun. I‘ve told you several times before, but the way you so realistically but poetically manage to write YN‘s mental wellbeing, which to me has well crossed into an actual depression-realm is heartbreakingly beautiful.

I love that Hyun and YN are breaking their own rules, but they don‘t constantly talk about said rules all the time as they did before. They‘re still aware of their situation, of course, but it‘s like they‘re letting themselves fall. I mean so many make-out sessions in a single chapter, you truly blessed us. Them constantly getting interrupted (phone calls, people walking in on them etc.) is a good metaphor to remind us (and them) of their situation, but it doesn‘t stop them anymore and I love that for HyunYN! 🥹 Though, I do wonder how much him finding out he has to leave earlier made a difference. ALSO, THE FIREFLY SCENE? JESUS H. CHRIST, YOU LITERALLY KILLED ME! The beautiful scenery and them just laying down in the dirt and making out? And when he… SORRY FOR THE TMI, BUT WHEN HE PUT HIS HANDS IN HER PANTIES AND ASKS IF HE COULD FINALLY FINGER HER WHILE CALLING HER BABY IN THE SAME SENTENCE, I PHYSICALLY CLENCHED. Like, I felt legitimate tingles. I‘m so glad I‘m anonymous because you‘d never catch me admitting that openly. I screamed at my phone when Yuqi interrupted.

The convo with Felix, I honestly think - as much as he sucks (the SLWY version of him, ofc) - he was pretty spot-on about her hurting herself. Though saying she wanted "things she can‘t have" is very harsh and untrue, the initial thought he had I do agree with. She does seem a bit self-destructive because of the positions she puts herself in. Not only with her past relationships, but her current situationship with Hyun, her absolutely disgusting best friends (Lix and Hana), putting all eggs in one basket by only applying to one internship etc. This self-sabotage is very common for people with anxiety, unhealed trauma and depression, it happened to me as well and it breaks my heart seeing her this way, but it is so important that you made this part of the story. YN is such a mesmerizing protagonist, she is insanely likable, but she‘s not perfect. And the faults she does have don‘t make her annoying or weak, instead they‘re realistic and relatable. YN is honestly a very inspiring character.

I‘m already so excited for your poetic and romantic magic in the next chapter and I‘m curious to see how HyunYN will handle his secret being out and if they‘re gonna have an argument about it or choose to ignore it and enjoy their even more limited time together. This is all I can somewhat coherently say about this part, I wish you could look into my brain and how many thoughts I have about this story, but I absolutely loved it. And as always, you‘ve outdone yourself! Sending you so much love!

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hi, my love ! dw, i love reading your thoughts even if they’re incoherent haha

what you said about the angst undertone, i really like that! i understand, it definitely could have gone the other direction and been much more louder, angstier, aggressive, but i knew i wanted it to be more towards the calm before the storm ~

im so happy you like yuqi’s character ! (except the interruption of course) the rules are so forgotten and theyre so far gone…and hyun finding out he has to leave is responsible for a lot of his behaviour this chapter…

i love everything you say about yn’s character, thank you for finding her mesmerising and likeable, i would hate for her to interpreted as annoying (?) even though she has a lot of self-sabotage qualities perhaps.

and the firefly scene… 😄 you made me laugh. thank you for letting me know that you liked it so much . :D

#star lost with you #👑 anon

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Love reading your analyses on Rick and Morty, but I have very little context as I've never watched the show before. I've been very busy since it aired back in 2013 trying to get rid of a terrible cockroach infestation. I'm wondering what your opinion on Prime Rick is? In relevance to him also being Morty's grandpa.

I feel like I have no opinion on Rick Prime at this point, honestly.

He's... there. He exists as a distant antagonist we can root for our Rick to hunt down to complete his revenge quest, his proverbial white whale that he's pinned all his trauma resolution on. This plot thread does have the potential to be lowkey hilarious if it's revealed Prime and C-137 were friends or dating or whatever (which, as an aside, would be such an asshole move on our Rick's part) but, just based on what we have canonically, I've got nothing.

Even the potentially interesting aspect of Rick Prime being our Morty's "real" grandfather feels like a nothing detail to me, considering our Morty has never met or known him at all so there's literally no connection whatsoever. Our Morty's already been so fucked up by experiences with our Rick that trying to introduce a newer, worse Rick into his history almost feels like a distraction, in an annoying and tone-deaf "hey, cheer up, it could be worse! just appreciate the family you have :)))" sort of way.

It's also that I don't think Rick Prime is introducing a particularly novel paradigm shift or new dynamic to the story? Compared to Evil Morty, who presented a complete inversion and deconstruction of the R&M relationship just by existing, Rick Prime is basically just "our Rick, but worse, more OP, and ACTUALLY gives no shits". My most cynical interpretation is that Rick Prime mainly exists to make Rick C-137 look better in comparison by externalizing his character flaws + self-loathing conflict, plus to exonerate him of past transgressions by making Prime the real Rick behind the abandonment of Beth / failing marriage with Diane, but I've been feeling that since the full tragic backstory was revealed, anyway, so I digress.

In general I just think Rick Prime is sort of... boring, and needs fleshing out. I don't get the sense that he's plotting anything major, I just get the impression he's a petty dick who spent half his life fucking with Rick C-137 (almost analogous to our Rick fucking with the devil in that one season 1 episode) and that the threat he poses is exclusively tied to their cat-and-mouse game, while Morty is just an accessory dragged into it with no personal investment and would be much better off ignoring the conflict entirely. Sorry if my thoughts are a bit incoherent, lol.

#asks #rick and morty #rick prime #prime rick #morty smith #rick sanchez

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aoyama-division · 2 years

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Interview Intro: "I'm not big on cameras and filming, so let's make this quick."

Blind Spot: "Hmm... probably the fact that I get annoyed easily. Little things have a habit of pushing me over the edge. I've been trying to work on it."

Greatest Strength: "I guess the fact that I'm a skilled chef counts. I only need to taste a dish once to know how it's made."

Sin: The chef sighs before taking a puff of his cigarette. "'Wrath', unfortunately. It's not that I don't fly off the handle. But I have a very hard time keeping my patience with things that annoy me. What makes it worse is that sometimes I don't voice it, which makes me feel even worse."

Virtue: "Hmm... probably 'Diligence'. Karada's to thank for that, really. He has a habit of making people invigorated, and I guess that rubbed off on me."

Worst Memory: The chef takes another puff of his cigarette, before sighing again. "...I don't know if I'd call it a bad memory, but... I think my worst one was when I found out my parents were cheating on each other. ...And what's worse, both of them knew it and didn't care. It took a lot of time for me to get over that."

Best Memory: "Ha, that's one easy to remember. It was when I finally received some semblance of a parents' love. Granted, it wasn't from my parents, but from my grandmother. But just knowing there was some person out there who was part of my family that actually loved and cared for me... it made me feel really happy."

Worst Regret: "I don't typically waste my time with regrets or misfortunes. I've learned earlier in life that whatever happens, happens. ...But I think my worst regret is the fact that I learned about faith and religion too late. My grandmother is the one who instilled in me what faith was, and the belief that there is something... a lot more powerful and spiritual out there watching over us. I wish I had known about that earlier on. If I had, maybe my childhood and my time in high school wouldn't have been so bad."

Most Precious Treasure: "Definitely my Abuela. She's a priceless treasure that I cannot ever replace. Everything she's done for me, every word she's ever said, every little thing that's made me feel loved. ...I can't put into words what all that means to me."

Trauma Image: In a small-sized mansion in the city of Aoyama, a man with a scowl on his face was on the second floor on the rooftop, silently staring out at the horizon as the sun was slowly setting. He liked this time of the day as it gave him time to think. But sometimes, his thoughts turned towards the past; mainly, back to his childhood. His eyes closed, he recalled memories he wish he could forget: how he felt largely ignored by his parents, how they posed as the perfect couple in public, but in private, they despised each other and paid no attention to him. He recalled how he was always dressed up like some doll to be shown off to guests. He recalled how he got in numerous fights and squabbles with people his own age who made fun of him for his skin color. He recalled it all... and he hated it.

Reopening his eyes, he wondered why his eyes were blurry. Was... was he crying? Why? Growling, he stubbed his cigarette out and laid his head in his arms on the stone ledge that his mansion was made out of, continuing his scowling and brooding. He changed his mind... he hated this time of the day.

Aspirations for D.R.B.: "None. Absolutely none at all. This tournament serves to benefit no one, except the ones in charge. Honestly, if not for Karada begging me to join him and Tomi, I wouldn't even have joined. What good does having more money or territory do? Nothing."

Thoughts on Competition: "I'll say this for Chuohku. They certainly have an eye for talent. I don't know if they keep tabs on every single person in each division, but the people they've seen HypMics to are certainly interesting, to say the least. And the teams they've created are diverse. No team is exactly the same as another, yet they're not exactly different either."

Team You Want to Face: "CodeX from Shinagawa, only because I want to put that uppity CEO in her place. I know Tomi's friends with her, but I'm not. ...And maybe also Shattered Moon from Takatsuki."

Who Would You Team With If You Weren't Part of Your Team: "It's hard to think of a team without Tomi or Karada, unfortunately. Despite how annoying they are, they're my friends and I can't really see being in a team without them. ...But if it were only a temporary alliance, then: Rashaad from Okinawa, Hiroshi from Harajuku, and... maybe Lana from Kyoto, or Aiko from Takatsuki."

Who Wouldn't You Team With: "No one affiliated with Chuohku. And definitely not that uppity wench from Shinagawa. ...And also not Ryoko from Takatsuki."

What does music, particularly hip-hop, mean to you: "Music is all about passion. It is expression in its highest form. When you add words to a song, you're creating art. And when your art is shown to others, you are, more or less, changing someone's life. For the better or the worse."

What's your latest obsession: "Well... recently I've started to get into watching novellas on T.V. My grandmother got me into them. Some of them are a little corny and have been redone a million times, but some of them are actually pretty good. ...Laugh, and I'll kill you."

What were you like as a child, or what was your dream as a child: "Honestly when I was younger, I was pretty much the same as I am now: a quiet guy just trying to get through each day. I didn't really have any friends cause most people were either scared of me or shied away from me. So up until high school, I spent my time just alone with my thoughts.

"As for my dream, I really wanted to do something that had to do with my Hispanic background. I'm not sure what. I can't really recall. ...Doesn't really matter. I'm a chef now, and that's better than any other job I could have chosen."

Lastly, any final remarks or comments to your fans: "...Not really. Just keep living the way you choose, and you'll be fine. Thanks for the talk."

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