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jenna0rtega27 · 1 month

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hi! I found you just a few days ago and i love your stories, love the way you write.. you're my comfort writer, really!

I kind of have an idea for a story and, if you can and want, i'd like you to write it.

So.

It's a fem!reader x jenna

R is an actress, jenna's coworker.

During a IG live, someone in the comments insults Jenna and Reader is sooo pissed off about it and she answers to the comment defending her with so much passion and "fire" that she ends up accidentaly confessing she's in love with the girl.

The video goes viral and R is ashamed and embarassed, she starts avoiding her castmates, especially Jenna, 'cause she's afraid to be rejected by the girl.

Bye!

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Thank you for asking Jenna x F!Reader Summary: RequestWarnings: Maybe some drama but nothing alarming Thank you for your comment and your request. It means a lot to me to be your comfort writer. And that’s exactly why I write. I want to make people happy. And if it’s writing that can make people happy then I’m fulfilled. I love you all and thank you very much for all your support, it really warms my heart. Continue to send me your requests, I love reading you so much. Number of words: 1963

" Are you ready? »

" Yes I am ready. » You and Jenna are getting ready to do an Instagram live. Jenna is your work colleague but also your best friend. But the little brunette is also your biggest crush. But you never dared to talk to him about it for fear of ruining your friendship and that would be your biggest loss.

In short, like every Monday, you and your best friend do an Instagram live to be able to interact with your fans.

Jenna starts the live and you watch the first people to arrive.

"Hello everyone. » You have always loved with your fans. Without them you would not be where you are today.

Jenna sits next to you on the couch and your thighs touch. You try not to panic and blush at the proximity. Jenna's phone is hung on a tripod so she doesn't have to hold the phone.

“Ask us questions and we will try to answer them. »

Jen_Y/n: are you in a relationship?

“No, we’re just best friends. » Jenna replies with a big smile and taking your arm in hers.

“Yeah, we’re just best friends. » You try very hard not to show that you are hurt by Jenna's response. Even if you're not together, it hurts when your crush says you're just friends.

You've been live for 30 minutes now and there are over a million people watching you. You are always so intimidated every time there are so many people on the live show. Because you know that right now, lots of fans and even non-fans are recording you either to post it on their fan account, or to use it against you later.

As you read the comments, your jaw is picking at someone saying a lot of crap about Jenna.

User5647392948465: Jenna is so ugly. Plus it's too small. Y/n I don’t understand how you manage to be with this shit.

User5647392948465: Plus Jenna is so bad. She is literally the worst actress I have ever seen play. Take it off the set and send it somewhere else so that we never see it again and can never talk about it again.

You turn your head and see Jenna looking at the comment and you swear you saw a tear in your best friend's eye. Seeing his sad crush made you angry that you weren't able to remember what you were going to say next.

“Listen User thing, Jenna is the best actress I know. And she's not just the best actress, she's also the brightest, smartest, mentally strong and kindest I know. And she is the most beautiful woman on this Earth. And you know what, we're always going to talk about her. I will always talk about her because I am madly in love with this magnificent woman. »

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. But soon you realize what you just said and your eyes widen. Your cheeks redden with shame. You couldn't think of what you had just said. You have just admitted that you are in love with Jenna in front of millions of people but especially in front of the person who concerns her.

“I think we’re going to go.” It's starting to get late. Goodbye everyone and thank you for being there. We'll see you again soon for another live. Bye. » Jenna thanks and cuts the Instagram live. You remain frozen. You don't want to look at Jenna. You are sure she is angry with you. You just screwed up your relationship. She will never want to see you again.

“Y/n…”

" I have to go. » You get up without saying goodbye to Jenna and leave your best friend's house. Or ex best friend?

You run to your car and once inside you collapse. “But what a fucking cunt I am!” » You scream and hit the steering wheel, letting hot tears flow down your cheeks. You put your forehead on the steering wheel and scream.

“I’m just a big fucking bitch!” FUCK!!! » You continue to hit the steering wheel and you are sure that the next day your hands were going to have bruises from how hard you hit.

After 5 minutes, you notice that you are still in Jenna's driveway. You wipe your eyes and quickly leave for home. After 20 minutes of traffic, you arrive home. When you get home, you immediately head to your bed. You don't force yourself to change or eat. You go to your bed and continue crying until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

It's now been 3 days since the big reveal and your phone hasn't stopped ringing. Videos have been posted of you saying your declaration of love. You are so ashamed of yourself. Jenna sent you lots of messages and calls but you didn't respond to any of them. Even your friends sent you messages to see if you were ok. You make yourself sick thinking that Jenna will never forgive you. And you especially think that she is calling you to break up your friendship.

5 days now and you are still locked in your house. You still don't talk to anyone. You hardly eat anymore. All you do is watch TV and cry yourself to sleep. Every day you think of the little brunette who you miss so much.

Today it is raining heavily. The sky is gray, there is lightning and thunder. A bit like your feelings. It's 5 p.m. and you're listening to season 3 of Outer Banks while trying to forget about Jenna. But your mind is still focused on the little brunette.

After 15 minutes of the 1st episode, you hear someone knocking on the door. You huff in anger. All you want is to be quiet and cry for the rest of your life. So you let it go. The person will perhaps leave thinking that there is no one there.

But other blows are heard and louder than the first time.

“It’s okay, I’m coming! When someone doesn't respond, it's because they're either not there or they don't want to respond to you. » You say, getting up from the couch and going to open the door to yell at the person who is bothering you in your moment of sorrow.

But when you open it, you open your eyes wide, not expecting at all from the person right in front of you.

“Jenna?” » The little brunette was completely soaked. Her hair was stuck to her beautiful face and it was stained with her running mascara.

Without answering, Jenna pushed you and walked inside. You are surprised by her behavior and why she is here at your house. Jenna looked furious. And you hope it’s not because of your statement you made on your last Instagram live.

“Why didn’t you ever call me back when I texted you or called you?!” I was worried to death! » Jenna practically shouts at you.

“You know very well Jenna why I didn’t talk to you. » You say, looking at the ground and playing with the ring on your thumb.

“Well you should have called me back or at least sent me a message to let me know you wanted it!” Even your friends you didn't talk to them! »

“To tell you what Jenna?!” I'm sorry for ruining our friendship?! Sorry for developing feelings for you?! » Your anger was growing. You don't want to take it out on Jenna but you've been keeping your anger buried so much that you have to explode in front of Jenna.

“Our friendship has never ruined Y/n. » Jenna said more slowly as she slowly approached you. You look at her as tears flow freely down your cheeks.

“Jenna, I humiliated myself in front of everyone. And because of me, everyone is sending you the live video. » You respond sadly.

“Y/n I don’t care about this video. All I want is for you to be okay after this. When I called you and you didn't answer, or you didn't respond to my messages, I thought you were never going to talk to me again. I was so scared. » Said Jenna as she too had tears running down her cheeks.

You frown in confusion.

“Jenna, you should be the one pushing me away, not the other way around. It was me who humiliated you in front of over a million people. You have nothing to reproach yourself for. I should be the one to blame. I ruined our relationship. » Your last sentence is weakened by tears and the fear of losing Jenna.

“Y/n can I tell you something?” » You nod your head to continue. “I remember the first time we saw each other was on the set of X. The first time I saw you, I wondered who this beautiful, magnificent woman was. This woman with beautiful y/h/c to y/e/c. You looked so beautiful in this costume that made you look so sexy. » You feel your cheeks redden at Jenna's words. “I told myself that I have to go talk to him, otherwise I would blame myself for the rest of my life. And you know what? It was the best idea of my life. Because I met a strong, intelligent, courageous and so kind woman. But above all very sexy. » You both laugh at the last comment. “And after filming X, we became best friends. But I was missing something. For a long time I wondered who I was missing. »

“And what was that? »

“It was you Y/n. Every time I saw you, butterflies flew in my stomach. Every time you smiled, laughed or spoke, I loved you more every day. But at first I didn't want to admit it to myself because I thought you were straight. But when I saw you defending me the other day, I knew in that moment what my feelings for you were. » Jenna steps forward and cups your cheeks in her hands. “I’ve been in love with you Y/n for so long. »

You don't believe your ears. Your crush for years confesses his feelings to you. You wanted to pinch yourself to see if you would wake up. But Jenna's thumbs gently caressing your cheeks brings you back to reality.

“I love you so much Jenna. You can't believe how much I love you. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. » You place your hands on his hips and rest his forehead against his. Jenna runs one hand through your hair and the other on the back of your neck and scratches your skin with her nails.

" Can I kiss you? » Jenna asks you looking into your eyes and doing the triangle technique. You do the same and accept immediately. Jenna leans towards you but you step back. The brunette looks at you confused but you place your lips on hers. You wanted to kiss him first.

The kiss is soft and slow. There is no language just pure love. Jenna's lips are exactly what you imagined. They are sweet, pulpy, they taste like cherries.

You continue kissing before pulling away for lack of air. Your forehead is pressed against Jenna's and you look at her lovingly. She looks at you the same way.

“Jenna would you like to be my girlfriend?” » You ask with a smile on your face seeing her smile after your question.

“Yes Y/n, I want to be your girlfriend. » You both smile madly before launching into a kiss that's a little more intense than the first.

For now, your life is filled with happiness.

Thank you and fuck you User5647392948465.

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tachibubu · 1 year

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Sincerely, from your Friend.

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which you, the reader, saw your best friend Aemond marry another woman while being in an unrequited love with him.

∆ WARNINGS ; angst no comfort at all, if you don’t like little dialogues then I do not suggest this fic as it only focuses on the mc’s emotions throughout the whole ordeal with few dialogues. Alys Rivers is not a bastard here in this AU, she is referred to as Alys Strong instead. OOC?

NOTE ; Inspired by love, rosie and the other woman cover of lana del rey. I Also Made A Playlist! It’s a short read but I hope you can enjoy the music as well. If you would prefer one song as you read this fanfic I suggest High Hopes by Kodaline as the song is where it is heavily and mostly based on! I really suggest listening to the playlist or that song while you read this.

I am kinda 50/50 with this fic. I ironically like writing it but I just wished I could’ve wrote it better! It was supposed to be based on Charles and Diana’s arguement at the TV series though I scratched it even if I have already wrote a whole draft of it. So I wish you can enjoy this read!

A friendship is supposed to last; that is what you keep telling yourself.

Aemond and you were two of the closest people in the castle. You two struggled through the difficult times together. There were a couple times when you two argued, such as when you didn't agree with how he claimed Vhagar, but these disagreements were quickly resolved because you two couldn't stand to be apart from one another.

Your family will always be a Lannister, and your father, Tyland Lannister, entered the small council when Lord Corlys left to embark on war, and he kept his seat warm by holding the position of Master of Ships. He was permitted to stay at Kingslanding with his family as part of the arrangement, and this was fulfilled. You first encountered Aemond as he observed the Godswood while absorbed in his thoughts. Although the prince indicated he was fine when you asked him if he was, you insisted on making him happy when his expression and actions stated otherwise.

It started out slowly, with him initially being offended by your advances and considering them to be a pity. However, you were quick to disagree and dubbed it "being closer to someone of your age." Though one occurrence altered it all, you noticed him wandering through the corridors and into an unoccupied region. You crept up behind them, curiosity lingering, until you heard a single whimper and noticed his shoulders gradually begin to rise. You hurried over to him without hesitating, and when you did, he finally gave in and embraced you while he sobbed uncontrollably.

He would acknowledge your presence when you appeared in his presence by nodding; as a result, there was a mutual connection; and soon, small talk about subjects that only the two of you could dance about would begin. You will never forget the way his eyes lit up and how his normally firm lips rose their corners in fits of laughter the very day he laughed at your humor. That was the day you discovered you weren't just intrigued by the prince by simply wishing to be his friend; you were also gradually falling in love with him.

You welcomed the concept—the possibility—of having the surname Targaryen. You adored the way it resonated, and you soon began to think that little oddities in his behavior were very endearing. You enjoyed how his eyes would enlarge when he was earnest, his obsession with honing his swordsmanship, and the way his face would light up every time he saw you at the library as you both discussed the contents of the book you had just begun.

You love it all, even his eccentricities and his lowest points. Though things typically come to an end, when Alys Strong came into the picture, yours did as well.

Your pleasant interactions with Aemond eventually drifted to him gushing about the new lady that came into the Keep. Though it was difficult to overlook her frequent appearances as you and Aemond sauntered around the castle, you initially didn't bat an eye at it.

She would engage in the bonding activities you had with the prince. You were initially ok with her interruptions as you observed how Aemond would go from a man who typically pays attention to what you have to say to someone who would start speaking about topics you had never even heard of before when Alys would join.

Although you felt stiff, you were relieved that Aemond and Alys didn't notice it. How could they when they were attracted to one another? You two, along with one of Alys' closest friends, were invited to the castle for a modest gathering—a tea party. The very first time you had seen Aemond flush and stammer aloud was when he sat down on the chair that Alys gave and the way her hands lingered on his shoulder. He had never done that before, not to you or to anybody else.

It was unfair; she was gorgeous, intelligent, and intrigued by peculiar things. All of the activities and interests that Aemond loved. You understood you were holding back their development for one another at that point. You then excused yourself out of self-pity.

"You haven't even sat down." Aemond became suspicious when he noticed that you were suddenly acting differently and said, "How are you fairing?"

You laughed nervously, shaking your head as you placed one hand over it. "Yes," you answered too hastily, though you will soon regret it, "I meant no. Apologies, my mind is foggy, and I'm not feeling good at all."

Alys frowned as she spoke, "Oh dear, take your time and rest."

You added, "Well, I apologize for this hasty departure, and I shall now excuse myself, my ladies, and my prince." You had never regarded them by their titles before, but as you ran out the doors, you were overcome by your feelings. You gulped for air; unaware that you hadn't been breathing for the entire meeting, you were relieved to receive a break. You hurried to your room to get ready for the rest of the day as your eyes started to swell up.

Everything persisted, and your excuses increased significantly in frequency. While you were away, Alys became progressively closer to Aemond, and your connection with him deteriorated. Your heart would soar when Aemond would visit, giving you the impression that he had chosen you, even if the way he spoke when Alys was around was different. He would tell about how he bonded with the lovely girl, and even though it was just a wish, you hoped he had done the same for you.

Then it happened.

You wished you hadn't seen the invitation letter, but that can only be accomplished by going back in time or being blind, which Aemond wouldn't approve of. But there it is, opened and intact, the contents in sight as your head pounded.

Tomorrow night, Aemond and Alys are scheduled to propose marriage, as stated in the letter of invitation.

Your personal maid was waiting for your notice while your dress, which Aemond constantly complimented, was placed on your bed. Your heart began to race as the following day approached so quickly. Even as handmaidens assisted you with your attire and makeup, you divulged yourself in your thoughts to soothe your racing heart. Someone knocked on the door just as you were beginning to forget the incident. The someone being the one you'd hoped to avoid spending the entire evening with.

His pleasant voice, filled with honesty, was expressing, "You look beautiful, Y/N," and you will miss hearing it. You chuckled, then looked back at him and peered into his eyes.

You returned, "You look handsome as well, my prince," and you accompanied him out through the door. "I wish you wouldn't call me that, though," he said, his face seeming rather somber as his eyes continued to watch your every movement.

You lifted an eyebrow, "Call you what?"

"My title," he continued, with pursed lips as he gave you a knowing look. Was your distance really that significant, or had it gotten out of hand? He continued after clearing his throat to get your attention when you didn't respond, "We have been friends for so long; we are comfortable with each other, are we not?"

Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes fill. "Of course, Aemond." Aemond caught a glimpse of it and hugged you. You blame yourself for being too conceited, and you appreciated his embrace by clutching a little too firmly onto his garment around his back, "I'm going to miss you."

Aemond rested his palm on your cheek and brushed your tears away, ending the hug with a chuckle that seemed to be in bewilderment. His face was so close to yours that if someone had seen it, they may well have thought it was immoral. "There's no need to; nothing will change. We will see each other again just like usual."

"Oh," were you expecting too much? Perhaps you are, and perhaps you should stop. You took a quick breath, refocused, and then steadied yourself.

"Of course," you both approached the banquet hall as you murmured with a somber smile and your hand accepting his outstretched arm.

There were too many people for you to appreciate, and your normal seat adjacent to the man you love was warm as it had already been claimed by someone else. Your gaze never left the pair, their fits of laughter after a few too many drinks, and the way they held hands when guests attended their proposal feast. Yes, you were resentful, but could you really blame yourself? Would you not be upset if the man you have loved for a very long time chose someone else instead of you?

The feast was lavish, with many tables set across from each other to precisely frame the couple. There were several chandeliers lit up especially for the event. You chuckled as you recalled asking Aemond when you were younger how it was done and his only response being that the stars did it. The guests who crowded the room were happy, which indicated that it was warm, but your side of it remained frigid.

Truth be told, your parents only recently decided to focus on your personal engagement a mere few weeks ago, and Cregan Stark, the young Lord of House Winterfell, offered his hand to you. Your parents have put a stop to all endeavors for all these years as they have witnessed your friendship with the prince, perhaps expecting that you two would soon find comfort in one another. How stupid you were, and now that you're old enough, the letters have become fewer and farther between, but you still hold out hope that you and Aemond will mend fences and become much more. A stupid idea, really.

Even though you were present, most of the speakers and toast-raisers were people you had never met before or who made fun of your relationship with Aemond. Although this gave you time to ponder, a true friend would congratulate your friend on their engagement. Although you weren't very adept at expressing your emotions, with the help of ail, it allowed you to become the kind of good friend you would imagine yourself to be. With your glass rising and a smile on your face, you sprang up and turned to face the engaged pair.

"I also," you cleared your throat while your hand trembled at the amount of attention you had gathered by your sudden outburst. Aemond gave a comforting nod at you, you almost laughed at yourself, even at this moment of time he is always so worried and supportive of you, "want to raise a toast."

You could hear the cheers of people, beckoning you to continue. "I would like to thank the Gods for how they introduced both of this loving couple to one another," you gazed at Alys with a warm heart; although with a tinge of envy, you couldn't help but see her blooming with beauty at the current moment.

"When Alys was first introduced, I knew instantly that Aemond would love her truly," Alys chuckled, placing her head on Aemond's shoulder while she smiled warmly at you.

Your smile fell, though your composure didn't, as you continued, your gaze hardening, "Choosing the one that you want to share your entire life with is a gift, something some of us will never get to experience."

"Your friendship and love have brought many things; some would say they can even see colors when both of you unite. Something I wish I could've seen as well, though the gods play a different game," A couple of people laughed as you joined their fits though yours were grave.

"They demonstrated to us that even if you don't view something as others may, you can still perceive it that way." You shifted your eyes on Aemond as you noticed him getting tense on his seat while you gnawed your lip in fear. If he wasn't conscious of your feelings at the time, perhaps he is now.

"Because I know I love you, no matter where you are, what you were doing, or whoever you loved. I will always be there, loving you as much as I can." The room fell still as low, astonished whispers from a few people emerged.

Aemond's jaw opened and his eyes widened as his hold on Alys loosened. It appeared as though he was about to say something but restrained himself. Alys' attention flickered between you two, from confusion to acknowledgement, but you guessed it just as such because you were too exhausted to really absorb anything before realizing how awkward the environment had become.

"As a friend," you laughed uncomfortably, correcting yourself. Your other hand, which was concealed below the table, would scratch its own skin with its overgrown nails; you know it would bleed, but the embarrassment is far more frightening than a simple blood spill. Alys appeared comforted as you turned back to glance at Aemond, who was left to his own thoughts while his gaze was still focused on you.

You continued, however your nerves were still there, "Though I am not alone now, and I am grateful that she provides you with things I couldn't provide."

"So let us raise our cups once more to my favorite friends." You raised your cup higher and placed a beaming smile on your face, saying, "Congratulations on your betrothal; may your marriage flourish and never end."

"Sincerly, from your friend."

While the audience applauded in unison and some even screamed accolades at you after your speech, it didn't help that after you sat in your seat, you felt yourself continue to merge with it as your eyes began to wet a little. Though it didn't stop there, Alys stood up, raising her own cup with a beautiful smile and saying, "Thank you, my dear friend. I also want to raise a toast to you about your engagement."

No, not like this. Your eyes became wide, nearly making you desire for her to cease, though she continued. Her smile widened, though it held no sincerity. "To Cregan Stark."

Aemond and you locked gaze once again. "I wish both of you a healthy engagement as well," the female added before coyly kissing her fiance's cheek. The expression he exhibited was a complex one, but you were too busy being humiliated to understand the message behind it.

Following the ceremony, there was a dance as people chatted among themselves. You could have thought it was an opportunity to introduce yourself, but instead you stood next to a pillar and listened to a woman talk to you about things you couldn't even fixate on. Only Aemond's potential current feelings toward you—possibly disgust—can impair your judgment. Even though your little encounter was swiftly over, you noticed Aemond peeking your way amongst the joyful crowd, seemingly hoping to strike up a conversation. Before turning to face you, he had excused himself from a Lord during his short conversation with the elder.

Your lips quivered as you reflected, 'No, not this way.'

You again excused yourself before Aemond could get to you. Avoiding a potential conversation between you two is the one thing you have ever been excellent at. You abandoned your glass and walked out of the overcrowded room as the lady nodded in understanding but seemed baffled. Missing the way Aemond had called out for your attention but was dismissed by your abrupt choice of action.

Your knees gave out as you attempted to stand in front of the tree, the exact godswood where you and Aemond first met, and tears began to flow from your eyes. You begged for prayers, pleading with your wounded heart to cease whatever it was doing and demanding that it carry you far from where you stood. You have suffered for too long; you have finally realized that, and you have acknowledged that the very God you were praying to is harsh and cruel. As you cradled yourself in your sobs, you yanked at the soil with rage, your forehead meeting the tip of it, as wails could be heard throughout the entire space, not caring if someone would eavesdrop.

You thought of vows that could have been ensued if you were only tough enough to conjure and confess your feelings to him, as well as the numerous ‘what ifs’ that might have followed.

Of all the people your heart has chosen to love, it chose a man who loves another. And most of all, you wept, wishing he had chosen you instead of her.

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 years

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Why do you think Kaz falls for Inej of all people, especially considering she is the one with the strongest morals and he seems to be the one with the least?

I think you mean "why does Inej fall for Kaz of all people" OP because Kaz is self-admittedly an emotionally repressed asshole with Terminally Seventeen Disease and honestly, who wouldn't fall for Inej Ghafa??? That being said, canon gives us several things to work with and so does extrapolation of things implied by canon.

Kaz likes that Inej challenges him. He likes that she has such stubbornly strong morals. He likes that she's able to remain somewhat true to herself and her Saints even after all she's been through. It's something he genuinely admires about her. He may seem irritated by her "constant attempts to wring decency out of him" at the beginning of Six of Crows, but in literally the same chapter he also flat-out admits he loves to wind her up too:

“Greed is your god, Kaz.” He almost laughed at that. “No, Inej. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.” “And what god do you serve, then?” “Whichever will grant me good fortune.” “I don’t think gods work that way.” “I don’t think I care.” She blew out an exasperated breath. Despite everything she’d been through, Inej still believed her Suli Saints were watching over her. Kaz knew it, and for some reason he loved to rile her. He wished he could read her expression now. There was always something so satisfying about the little furrow between her black brows. -Chapter 3, Six of Crows

You know the dumb "pulling pigtails" adage? This is the verbal equivalent of that. There's a fundamental difference between Kaz Being An Asshole™ and the banter that defines Kaz and Inej's friendship, and this is a decent example of the latter. He loves that Inej has a strong enough personality and set of morals to talk with him like this, that she refuses to bend over backward just to please him. She's her own person who knows herself and refuses to let the Menagerie, Dregs life, Per Haskell, or Kaz himself roll over that, and Kaz really loves that about her.

He loves that she has her morals and her dreams and her goal of ending the slave trade. He loves that she refuses to sacrifice her own self-healing and chance at fulfilling her dreams just to be with him. And he loves that she's self-assured and outspoken enough to tell him all of these things outright. She's the only person in his life who treats him as a friend before she treats him as Kaz Brekker. Even Jesper sees him as Boss First, Friend Second before the Ice Court Heist happens. And I think that's something Kaz treasures dearly.

Because he doesn't just love her; he admires and respects her as a person. She's his friend before she's his crush, and it shows by how obsessed he is with ensuring that she's safe, healthy, and happy even if that happiness comes at great personal cost to himself or means they won't be together. Kaz loves Inej for who she is, and she wouldn't be Inej without her morals and her Saints and her determination to be free.

There's another reason he loves her, too: because she reminds him of the boy he could have been, the boy who had yet to be fundamentally broken by his experiences in the Barrel. Deep down Kaz is still that starry-eyed nine-year-old boy who obsessed over coin tricks and wind-up dogs, and she makes him believe there's still good things in the world that's treated kids like them so cruelly:

“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her. “Why not?” she asked. He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue. The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbour wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world. -Ch. 38, Six of Crows

She gives him something to strive for, and even though he has "the least" morals of the Crows he's pretty open about what he's willing to do to in order to meet Inej's expectations:

The ache in his lungs was unbearable. He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. -Ch. 38, SoC

She asked for him to take off his armor on the Ferolind, and he delivered. Because Inej represents everything good to him, everything his life could have been and still could be, and even in the era where he's desperately trying to hold onto that brokenness for the sake of revenge that's a very attractive dream for someone like Kaz. She's not his moral compass, but she's definitely someone who forces Kaz to think about the fact that he does in fact have one on a more frequent basis than he'd like ("my Wraith would counsel mercy" and all). Which is delightful, actually, because Kaz actually does have pretty solid morals when you take some time to think about it (there's not much he wouldn't do to someone, but he's pretty firm about who he's willing to do those things to).

Anyway this is all to say that there's actually a ton of reasons why Kaz fell for Inej that run the gamut from "she challenges him in every aspect of his life" to "her devotion is partially why he loves her" to "she's an inspiration" to "she's his best friend." Which is why they ultimately work so well as a couple: Kaz loves Inej as a friend before he loves her as a potential love interest, and how could you dislike something that is so fundamental to your friend they would be a completely different person without it?

#in which I wax poetic about kanej AGAIN #one day I'll talk about wesper like this just you all wait #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc meta #long post #queue #otp: on the seas and in the city

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hellcheer for the ship asks!!! 💗

SO glad you asked, buddy! As usual, I have so much to say lol.

when I started shipping it if I did: The forest scene of course!!! It changed lives. Her quick death was a punch to the gut though and it took until I finished Volume 1 and was on Tumblr looking through tags that I started thinking more deeply about them. I joined a discord server a few weeks later and the hyperfixation was in full effect.

my thoughts: They’re soulmates and that’s that.

what makes me happy about them: I don't know how to word this in the way I want to, cause I don't want it to be a "they complete each other" thing BUT they each have these personality traits and skills that the other lacks and it's just so complementary of them, you know? She's quiet and reserved and sad but stubbornly hopeful and optimistic about people, while Eddie is boisterous and feeds off attention and is cynical about the world yet softened so immediately in Chrissy's presence. They give each other things they need but could never find before they found each other.

what makes me sad about them: They're canonically dead. Eddie could never save her in the way he wished he could. They never got to do ketamine together and kiss a lil.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I'm always nervous to answer questions like this, but here is one of my big secrets: I hate when Eddie calls Chrissy Chris. I have such a firm headcanon that Eddie knew it's what Jason called her, and he specifically avoided it because of that. His reasons are twofold: cause he connects the nickname with the way Chrissy always shrunk herself in Jason's presence, and cause of some inner neanderthal instinct that makes him wanna avoid anything to do with the love of his life's ex. It's inevitable that the first time he calls her that in any fic, in my head, I hear it in Jason's voice from the time he said in on the show and it always takes me out of the fic. It's not something that will make me stop reading at all, but it's definitely a mental block where I actually have to work to imagine it the way it's intended.

things I look for in fanfic:

Fastburn! I can do slowburn of course, but my idea of Hellcheer is that they fall so fast and so deep that it's what makes the most sense.

Chrissy developing strong female friendships in the background is super important to me.

In future fics, Eddie being super content and fulfilled having a normal non-rock star life in my absolute jam.

Super emotionally charged character-driven sex.

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: No one else. I can play around with Chrissy having a few other relationships with Kali, Eden or Robin, and Eddie having a lil thing with Jonathan when they were younger, but I don’t believe either of them could or would ever love anyone like they do each other, and they would never be fulfilled in a relationship with anyone else.

my happily ever after for them: There are so many potential happily ever afters for them! Honestly, anything that involves Chrissy healing and finding herself, Eddie making peace with the chip on his shoulder and finding a way to feel like he's enough just as he is, and them having many years to know and love each other.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Just due to their literal bodies, Chrissy is usually the little spoon, but she loves switching it up and holding him in her lap. It comforts them both.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Playing music & writing songs together after Chrissy has learned to play guitar. Talking in bed when they're both falling asleep but they've been too busy to connect very much lately so they're both trying hard to stay awake and give themselves a moment together. Eddie loves cooking for Chrissy (she likes giving him kisses while he's doing it). Making up outrageous life stories about strangers they see in public. Chrissy loves pranking Eddie cause he never sees it coming. I know this was supposed to be just 1 favorite activity but they love doing ALL the things together, ok????

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #i miss them :(#thanks for the ask!!!#blondiest #answered

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nicosraf · 8 months

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what was ur inspiration for the romance in ur book? it was very heartfelt!

the inspiration for the romance is that I'm INSANELY gay

ok but i wrote a short essay about this that I considered attaching to a certain version of ABM before deciding I didn't want to force my author-intentions on readers, especially first time readers. I might post the essay somewhere eventually, but I'm embarrassed about it so maybe not. Anyway – I talked about the romance of ABM in it.

I think ABM is inspired from my actual relationships, but it's more so inspired by the first crushes I had.

You know, the quintessential first gay crush where you see a handsome, probably a little older, boy in the middle of a soccer/football/baseball field. And he has a big confident, boy-ish smile, and your heart warms the way it never has before and you don't really know if you want to be him or be his friend or... something else. Something you don't have the words for yet. So you start cheering, hoping to catch his attention, but you never do. You go to sleep and dream that, past the strong, confident exterior, he's actually a little shy; he has a soft side that he reserves for you, away from his friends. And he calls you beautiful, and you call him beautiful too, and he smiles.

I think another "quintessential first gay crush" experience is that first homoerotic friendship. You know the one. You're in middle school or maybe high school. Every night, you stay up late talking with your friend — you both call each other friend, though you don't treat one another like you treat other friends. And you both can't stop touching each other and curling up together like the world is cold and the only warmth you can find is in each other.

But then one day the friend gets a little more distant, and you don't know why. Suddenly, he's not returning the hugs; he's not holding your hand how he used to. He leans away when you try to kiss his cheek (playfully). He mentions a girlfriend (or she mentions a boyfriend) one day that you're talking. And you're confused. You want to say, "What? I thought we were in love." And you feel betrayed and heartbroken. I think you always learn you're gay through heartbreak.

Ofc Michael does love Lucifer back, though. They're juvenile, dramatic sweethearts. Michael is the dream — the boy in the soccer field who loves you, the first homoerotic friendship who never meets someone else but also stays in that nice place where you never have to put a name to your affection. You're not friends, you're not "partners", you're just in love.

And in this respect, I'm just writing out of gayness, my ex-relationships at their best, and wish fulfillment skskskjsjkss but thank you anon for finding it heartfelt..,,. It was!!! :’)

#to all the boys ive loved before #if you will #HAJKSLDSA #mine #ask

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tothepointofinsanity · 7 months

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[I had a dream I was travelling with a group of my old highschool classmates to... somewhere. Along the way, we got lost, and made a circle back to where we were dropped off at the start. There was a large swimming pool in the centre of the garden-like space, and some girls went to dip their feet in for a while even though it had just finished raining in the evening.

I liked to take a dip near pools myself, so I removed my shoes and put on some sandals. A short distance from them, I heard bits of their conversation about how they needed to do their best to make friends that could be close enough for them to consider a "family". I suppose it's one of the friendship adoption of the "happy family" gag that we have here. They were looking for a friend to fulfill the "mother" role. As they talked, I suddenly tuned them out because another girl came up to me from the side. It was a friend I haven't seen in a while, and she began to talk to me. What came out of her mouth was unrecognisable, unmemorable gibberish because dreams don't necessarily always translate words well, but whatever she said made me in the dream distracted and temporarily "happy", so it must have been something about her desire to make pastries again.

It is not surprising that while my highschool life was exciting, no amount of garnered "popularity" will ever make me closer or feel less alienated from girls around me. We had good memories, but in turn there was also, developed, a strong sense of dread against social intimacy.

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#ttpoilog

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hulloitsdani · 10 months

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Gather round children it’s time for a Ted Talk about FEH and how I go about drawing these characters.

When making art for this game, I have found immense satisfaction in attempting to meet FEH on its level and remain fairly loyal to the Intelligence System’s approved content we have. This is remarkably challenging. For me, at least. I find this game’s design sensibilities run very counter to my own. That’s not a critique of any in game art of the characters (although I do think they improve greatly over time) as they fulfill their purpose really well. They are meant to be drawn 4 times max which means they can go pretty crazy on the details. But hahahaha I’m not doing that. Clearly. I’m drawing these guys by hand at different angles and posses fairly consistently, which is just not what they were built for. Don’t think when someone designed Kiran they thought of the person who’d be drawing them chilling ontop of a fridge with a bottle of mustard in their hand, you know?

So naturally I got to do some translating! And that’s the really fun part >:]

There are many things I had to find creative answers for, like Kiran’s face and Alfonse’s stupid haircut. But the one rotating rapidly in my brain atm is the Askr quartet in combat. I wanted lean hard into the fact that these four are, well, very human in comparison to every other combatant that enters Askr. They aren’t exactly helpless nor unskilled. If any of the trio raised their blade at Kiran, they’d start digging their own grave themselves. But the group are regular soldiers fighting against straight up warriors of legend. As individuals, Anna, Sharena, Alfonse, and Kiran are not that strong in comparison. No merges for these bitches they gotta work with what they got. However, they all know that. So they make up for their weaknesses through terrifyingly effective teamwork. Through the power of trauma bonding- I MEAN FRIENDSHIP they become a fucking terrifying force of nature. It’s like pissing off an ant hill or a wasps nest. A lancer goes for Alfonse and suddenly theres a swarm of five level 1 heroes making such a distraction that they don’t see Anna’s axe sweep through their Achilles heels or Sharena’s follow up shield bash.

So this means I get to convey their team composition through their body shapes and give them clear strengths and weakness for the others to cover. Which is just so god damn FUN. Like we all know Kiran is the squishiest of the squishy, so it’s really fun to show just HOW squishy they are through the immediate comparison Alfonse and Sharena. I gave those two sturdier square shapes, and thus making them shorter yet stocky. This makes it look like they could fucking launch Kiran’s bony ass to the moon and back. However, that’s on the condition that either of them could catch Kiran, as their tall slim build implies the lightweight speed they move with. Which is so!!!! Fun!!!! Aughhh big love. Kiran could literal use Sharena as cover to snipe enemies from. Meanwhile Anna and Alfonse are a bit ahead using reposition to let Anna provide swift dps without getting too beat up herself. And by reposition, I mean Alfonse using his shield as a jump pad to launch Anna at the enemy with. You know. Just bro things. Anna’s triangle shapes make her both just hearty and lean enough to pull it off, might as well go for it. Just make sure she’s properly supported and safe by the time the enemy phase rolls around you know?

And I swear, the combos just write themselves too. Like between Sharena and Alfonse, a poor soul gets caught in the worst version of ping pong as Alfonse captain America’s his shield between the two of them. Kiran could then use that same shield like Link does and surf out of enemy range, shooting at the enemy the whole way. It’s fun! These guys have the potential to really sync up during combat and be emblematic of their bonds with one another.

Example, Alfonse. Alfonse could TECHNICALLY be a stronger solo fighter if he ditched the shield. He has the constitution and skill to not actually need the extra protection, and if he decided to two hand his weapon (haha there’s a joke there) the damage he could do would be devastating. However, the shield isn’t for his protection, but to be better help to his closest friends. The shield isn’t taking as many hits for him as it is for Kiran and Anna, who can’t afford to carry shields without compromising their own effectiveness. Plus through creative (and probably not intentional) uses it helps better position them on the battlefield. It’s for THEM. The only time he’s going to stop using the shield is when they aren’t there fighting along side him.

Enter Líf.

He hasn’t had a shield for a long time now.

#These ideas have been living in my brain for too long they needed a way out #feh Ted Talk #Man I wish animating these characters wouldn’t be an actual living hell #I have so many brain animatics #fights against Líf and Thasir would be so INTERESTING with this in mind #He KNOWS their tricks #Fighting him would be TERRIFYING #feh #fire emblem heroes #kiran #alfonse #feh kiran #feh alfonse #feh summoner #feh anna #feh sharena

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you bringing up domestic snupin scenarios is devastating me bcs i think of them and how natural domesticity comes between them, how it's like a long-term wish being finally fulfilled, a joy that had been denied to them both, having an actual warm home with someone they love awaiting for the other, always? i was thinking of a voldemort free au where sev and remus get together at hogwarts and their relationship only deepens post graduation; sev and lily are still friends but her marriage with james was a point of restrain in their friendship, and remus inevitably drifted apart from the marauders to the point he has became that friend who feels uncomfortable during reunions (to drink/eat) bcs his friends are turning into those sort of guys who complain about their wives/partners or talk as if they hate them, and remus just doesn't understand and can't relate, bcs he's so in love with severus and has trouble even remembering feeling more comfortable or safe with these guys or anyone other than severus. lily is starting to complain more and more about james whenever she comes to visit severus (sometimes bringing harry along who remus loves to amuse or entertain in the meantime), and she always marvels at her friend's obvious happiness, at both severus and remus casually exchanging fleeting touches, remus bringing tea for them all and sev reaching for his hand unconsciously and giving it a small squeeze in silent thanks before remus retreats to leave or sit down with them, the many glances! the fond/affectionate way severus will stare at remus with as remus talks, and the smiles he tries to hide behind the rim of his tea cup, remus caressing sev's hand unconsciously or kissing his cheek as he gets up from his seat, among many details; lily will sometimes joke about severus being lucky he's not with a man that embarrasses him everytime he talks (like james does) but deep down she does wish her marriage felt this fulfilling, as warm as remus and sev looked like together. long story short all of this also serves as a trigger for her to finally take the big step and divorce james 🎉

That sounds like an amazing fanfic idea! 😱 I've always imagined Lily as a strong and independent woman. I love the idea of her discovering happiness on her own, without James. It would be fascinating to see her traveling to different countries after her divorce, staying in touch with Severus and Remus, and sharing her adventures with them through letters. And then one day, while exploring different countries, she met a woman who was also a traveler, and they fell deeply in love with each other.

James stopped talking to Remus altogether upon learning that Lily had consulted them for advice regarding their marriage. He put the blame on Remus and Severus for the failure of his relationship with Lily, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one responsible for it. Meanwhile, Sirius sided with James and blamed Severus for the fallout of their friendships. He would still talk to Remus once in a while, but their relationship became increasingly strained with each visit, as they would get into a fight each time because Sirius would speak negatively about Severus.

And Remus wouldn't feel too upset about his broken friendships since he had new friends around the neighborhood who were fond of both him and Severus.

Thank you so much for sharing your headcanons, I love every single one of them <3

#answered ask #snupin #snupin headcanon

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Hi Jen! I hope you are doing well.

I need some advice. I am a young butch and I have just started university half a year ago. I made a friend (a bisexual guy) and we’re really open about ourselves and our struggles. There is a huge difference in experiences we’ve had so far. I’ve never been intimate with a girl in any way, I'm aware that my circumstances are different as a lesbian and because I come from a culture that is homophobic but I still feel very connected to.

Two days ago, he invited me and a few other friends over to hang out. He specifically mentioned his good friend who is also a lesbian as well as the opportunity for me to pursue her. I admitted that I didn’t quite feel comfortable with the idea of being in a romantic relationship with someone who didn’t have a similar cultural background as mine. I wonder if I am just limiting myself with this sometimes…

Friday comes and the girl and I get along well—she spends almost the whole evening talking with me, we have similar interests. She even shows me photos of her in tight and kinda revealing clothing and I probably misread that as flirting.

Anyway, she offered to drive me home and I accepted. At that point I had already given up on her picking up any hints that I just straight up asked: “Do you find that as a lesbian you interpret signals wrongly or not at all?”. Which was my way of basically screaming “Do you even realize that I have been flirting with you”. Lol. Her answer did not go in that direction at all. I didn’t get an outright rejection either. After that I even said “Jeez, going home at night sucks. I’d rather just sleep over at a friend’s if it’s already so late” to which she agreed… but still no rejection or offer! Lol I give up.

It all left me feeling weird… I talked to friends about it and they agreed that she probably just wasn’t into me like that. It made me rethink how I interpreted her actions and I can’t shake the feeling that my own actions came across as predatory even though there is enough proof that would dispute this. I feel like I was being impatient and unrealistic but I also think that this wouldn’t have been the way I approach someone I was romantically interested in. I would still very much be interested in lesbian friendships! But now I feel like I blew it.

I am sorry this is delayed longer than I would like it to be.

There is a ton of pressure in our younger years to date and even have sex to somehow fulfil our lives and it is just as prevelant, if not more so, in LGBT culture as in the straight world. We are given signals that we must be curious and interested in sex and that drives many of us to flirt with women, who, if there were more choices, we probably would not look at twice.

When we are given limited dating options, there are just fewer lesbians and bi women than straight women, we get a bit desperate or maybe just impatient. IT is a common thread shared among lesbians of all ages.

IT does sound like she was just not interested in you in any way beyond friendship. She was on purpose, but in a kind way, deflecting your hints so as not to hurt your feelings but also not give false hope. But, like you, she might be unsure how much say and how to interpret things.

It took me years to realize that hints, subtle flirting and trying to read into every word and movement is impossible. The best way is to say "Is it okay if I flirt with you?" Or "I think you are interesting, would you go on a real date with me next weekend?" Being clear about your expectations or what you are experiencing is truly the best course of action.

Being butch does not give us the automatic confidence or instinct to understand what a woman is thinking, even if the stereotype is that we are "in charge".

I would text her and be honest that you had a good time and might have come off a little strong or awkward because it was nice to spend time with another lesbian. Ask if she would like to hang out and clarify if you would like to take her on a date or if you think you should just do something as friends. That clear communication will relieve some her your stress and hers because you will know what is expected. IF you are vague she will be over thinking and analyising every move instead of just enjoying time spent with each other.

#dating #lesbian

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the-badger-mole · 2 years

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How It Could Have Ended

Picture this: a story of a guy frozen in ice being woken up in a world he no longer recognizes. On waking, he meets a girl who is stubborn, strong and caring who takes him under her wing as he adjusts to this strange new world. The boy turns out to be the literal savior of the world, and with the help of the girl, he fulfills his destiny. There are some twists and turns, but in the end they fall in love, and it's a very sweet and satistfying ending, despite the fact that behind the scenes production drama made the last part of the series hit or miss.

Don't worry, I'm not being held at gun point and this is not a cry for help. I'm just talking about Futurama.

It's no big secret that I don't like Kataang as a ship, and I've spent a lot of words on all the ways it was a terrible ending for Katara and for the entire series. Here's something you may not know, though: I don't hate the dynamic that Kataang was built on. The lovable dopey boy and the competent, strong girl falling for each other is a Friends to Lovers trope that works really well if done correctly, and while I hate how ATLA did it, Futurama is one of my favorite examples of this ship dynamic in all of media and fandom.

The biggest reason that Fry and Leela's relationship development succeeds where Katara and Aang's failed is that the creators of the show seemed to actually care about Leela and her story. Fry and Leela's relationship develops in a way that takes them both into consideration. We get why Fry likes Leela, but we also see why Leela likes Fry. Leela's feelings matter. Leela is shown thorughout the series to have an attraction to Fry, but resists because Fry isn't mature enough to move their romantic relationship forward for most of the series run. Leela isn't made out to be the problem because of it. Despite the fact that Fry is a genuinely good guy, it's made very clear that Leela isn't wrong about him. Their relationship advances only as Fry becomes more mature, and Fry isn't maturing so that Leela will like him. Yes, she has the effect of making him want to be better, but there is never a point where Fry throws his development in Leela's face and expects to be rewarded with her affection. He hopes she'll like him back, but he doesn't demand it (also note that by "becoming more mature", Fry didn't have to stop being Fry. He was just more aware of how his actions affected others and acted accordingly).

Let's compare that to ATLA, where Katara's participation (such as it is) in her romantic development is very passive. When she rebuffs Aang's advances, our sympathy is supposed to be with Aang. Even in the end, where she initiates the kiss, that moment isn't preceeded by any discussion of her feelings or why she's decided she wants Aang. There are two moments in the show before the end where she could be argued to be showing any sort of romantic interest in Aang, in the end of the Fortunteller, and in the dance, and in both cases, it's not clear that Katara actually feels anything romantic for Aang. Her feelings are also never followed up on in either case. It doesn't need to be because Katara's feelings in this relationship don't really matter to either the writers or to Aang. She ends up with Aang in the end because that's what the script demands, rather than a natural progression of their friendship.

How the hero views his love interest is also handled very differently in ATLA and Futuram. It's very clear from the beginning that Aang likes Katara. What's made equally clear is that he likes her because she's pretty. Really think about all the moments where he's shown a romantic interest in Katara. It's all framed around her beauty, not who she actually is. Even though Aang should absolutely have understood a lot of what Katara was going though, it never comes into play in how he veiws her as a person, even when it really should. Katara and Aang have a very surfacy relationship. Katara takes care of Aang and she is a good friend to him, but she is either seeing Aang the child in her care, or Aang the Avatar. He is never Aang, the person she turns to when she needs help. In turn Aang sees Katara, the beautiful girl he has a crush on, and when she deviates from that view, he gets uncomfortable (i.e. his reaction to Katara challenging Pakku's sexism, or her wanting to go after Yon Rah). Aang doesn't understand Katara's pain, or her desperation to see the war ended. These are two characters who on paper should actually have a lot to connect on, but they don't make that connection, and the result is a very lopsided relationship where Aang persues Katara as a prize, and Katara gives in because he's the Avatar. Katara's wants are irrelevant.

Fry and Leela, on the other hand, share a deep connection that isn't just based on physical attraction. From the first episode, their bond is based on the way they relate to one another's struggles. While, yes, it is clear that Fry thinks Leela is attractive, they connect over a sense of feeling out of place and lonely in the world they find themselves in. Leela is an orphan who (she believes) comes from a whole different planet. Fry is 1000 years away from the world he knows and everyone he has ever loved is dead. They understand each other in ways the rest of the world doesn't, and they help each other carve their own path. One of the most poingnant episodes of thier relationship is X-Mas Story when Fry spends part of the episode feeling sorry for himself because he is lonely and misses Christmas with his family. Then it's pointed out that Leela is feeling even worse because while Christmas is a reminder of what Fry doesn't have anymore, for Leela, it's a reminder of what she's never had and she expects never will. Fry goes out of his way to make Leela feel better, not because he hope she'll fall for him (at this point, I don't think Fry is even that serious about liking Leela romantically yet). He did it because she's his friend, and he can empathize with her lonliness.

There's never a moment where he demands Leela's affection in exchange for the things he does. Fry saves the world, several times, over the course of the series, but he never makes that transactional. He doesn't try to leverage the fact that he is the only person in the universe who could have done what he did to even get a date with Leela. Although he does plead with Leela several times to give him a chance, Fry is also willing to back off when he's rebuffed...It's really messed up that we live in a world where that's a rare and attractive trait in a man, but here we are.

At the end of the day, Fry respects Leela. He has feelings for her and would like those feelings to be reciprocated, but had Leela refused him, he would have let her go. And we get a few opportunities to see that he would let her go. Leela has a few love interests over the course of the series, and while Fry doesn't necessarily like it, he steps aside and let's Leela do as she pleases, even if it means he might not ever get to be with her himself. Aang, on the otherhand, was ready to go into the Avatar State over the mere suggestion that Katara wanted someone else. Rather than give Katara the space she specifically asked for, he pressured her for the response he wanted, and physically forced himself on her. Aang wouldn't step aside like Fry and let Katara have every chance to be happy, even if it wasn't with him.

By the time Fry and Leela get together, they have a deep understanding of each other, both the good and bad. Fry has worked on himself so he could be the partner Leela needed without any expectation that she had to pick him if he did the things he was supposed to do anyway. Leela in turn was able to let her guards down and trust Fry would see her vulnerability for the gift it was and handle her with care. In contrast, by the time Katara and Aang get together, Aang has proven his feelings matter more to him than hers. He's proven that Katara can't trust him with her vulnerabilites, and he's disrespected her culture several times (remember the time Fry literally threw himself into a toxic lake and got "mutated" so he could support Leela after she called him out for being insensitive?). Aang is the king of "girl, lower your standards!" Mike and Bryan could stand to learn a thing or 15 about building a romance from Futurama.

#atla #anti kataang #futurama #fry and leela #freela?#comparing kataang to freela #fry and leela are what kataang could have been #if katara's feelings mattered and bryke could admit that aang wasn't perfect #there's no version of kataang i would ship over zutara #but there's a version of that ship that i would have at least accepted #kataang sucks because aang isn't a good character and katara doesn't get anything out of it #that is all

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Been a looong while but I'm back with a new episode commentary. 1x09 here we go!

The instant recall to finale of spn s 1 is just as delicious and jarring this time around. Find it very very interesting that it's the vampires that mimic the Winchesters here and do so in order to learn their fate and fulfil it. I'd definitely call this a dark mirror to begin with.

I also adore these vamps, they're sooo fun looking.

John and Mary really came out of that near death experience losing no time in getting together.

The appreciation of Dean being paralleled to the appreciation of Baby is just... sooo funny considering the sheer amount of connections there.

Soo Kyle is instantly suspish here. Not even hiding it, damn. You can tell the shift in personality just based off his demeanor. I also think the little hand gesture he does as he walk away is interesting, it's almost like he's saying "im washing my hands off this bullshit". It subble enough that you could think it's jealousy.

The little hints at Lata and John friendship! My beloved!. Also Lata is suuuch a gossip I love her!

I once more am asking John Winchester to stop trying to be subtle, it aint his strong suit. But alternatively, I sorta get it? Like I can understand why it would be confusing if u don't get where Mary is coming from, since she has no problem letting strangers (and exs) on the street see them together, but not their close friends? But I also completely get Mary as well, she's actually lived as a hunter her whole life which means bagage already, then the fact that their relationship is new and fragile. Plus both her parents and his haven't had the easiest time with relationships. Cautious makes sense.

Ah yes, "fate is what u make it". Dean hearing it from John who heard it from Millie. All of them have their very personal reasons for that saying to apply, but also... Dean saying he didn't expect where things got when he "pushed that first domino" reminds me of Cas and him talking after the 1st Apocalypse that wasn't and about how free will sometimes means things aren't really gonna go the way you like them.to or expect them to (peace or freedom?). It's sorta funny then (read:ironic) that in both John's life (SPN!John) and Dean and Cas after Swan Song the outcome was actually quite tragic over all, John's life literally going out in flames with the rest of it being a living nightmare and in Dean and Cas' case Sam is dead and Heaven is starting a Civil War. This episode then does something really nice in subverting that expectation by setting up the tragedy (John is to die, can't change that) and allowing him to survive and not just that but ending it with him getting exactly what he'd wanted here in the beginning of the episode, getting to freely be with Mary.

I adore how Carlos calms down the driver, showing once again the full range of their skill as hunter and empathy as person. Love them so so much!

Couldn't get a hold of John, says Mary, being more suspicious then if she and John had shown up together... I find that hilarious!

Also also, love that this clarified that fangs are still teeth aka u can identify people (vampires here) based on them. I love love love that!

Uuuù Betty is suspish about Mary.

God! Dean had to have loved the vampire robbers. Vobbers? Rompires? Vambbers?

Oh noooo John! Don't be ur children! Don't just pick up random amulets like a moron! (At least we know who they got it from?)

Carlos is almost just as bad, my God! You see ur friend drop it like it hot and you just bend to.pick it urself?! Ah, Carlos, the range you got babe.

John dying by vamps begins my headache of the night because it is 1000% a callback to Dean's death in 15x20. And I wish that wasnt the case.

Ok let's talk Ursitoare (Uhr- see-too-ah-reh) a sec. So this is Romanian myth. To give an overview of it, the myth largely relates to the Ursitoare (or Fates you could say) blessing or cursing a new born after they've been born. Usually the legend states that the mother or midwife would have to leave out gifts (generally food like bread or water or salt etc) to basically appease them and make sure the baby gets a good destiny foretold. It's also states that those who eavesdrop on them as they tell the childs destiny shall die. They are also said to be quick to anger if spurned. Another interesting think tho about the myth is that (while there can sometimes be 7 or 9) the 3 ursitoare are generally known as Ursitoarea, Soarta si Moartea (aka the One who Wishes your fortune, Fate and Death) again the Greak Fates work very well and there's def overlap between the myths here. But importantly, Ursitoarea is the oldest and Death the Youngest (or othewise simply stated as the 3rd).

Now based on this we have a few things to keep in mind, mainly our vampires. They esentially eavesdrop on John's fate here and get exactly what the legend states - killed. In other news, the Ursitoare are very much neutral beings generally. They can be plied with offerings sure, but overall they just spin the thread as it goes. Its only ever an active role when wishing the newborns destiny. Now John's our newborn here, new to hunting at least, reborn once already after the war and a second time after confrunting everything he has since hunting became his life. More importantly, in some versions of the myth, the ursitoare give either the mother or the midwife dreams the night after the baby is born that need to be carefully interpreted afterwards - exactly what the Gem does here.

To wrap this part up a bit, I am.endlessly happy about the way they tackled this myth. SPN had sadly a bad bad record with Romanian mythology and lore - 1st with the witches in s7 which I'd argue was ... 'inspired' by rromani mythology rather than Romanian which is its own culture and as such its own racist connotation to that whole mess. And 2nd with the Imaginary Friends in s 11 aka Zanna .... which has absolutely nothing to do with Romanian mythology beyond slapping a horrendous mispronunciation of Zână onto a piece of lore that doesnt exist in Romanian mythos - we don't have any imaginary friend stuff, its literally all imported from the US. So this lore here? This is fucking aces! It actually makes sense, is actually a Romanian myth that is still being invoked nowadays - especially in the countryside as tradition of baptising/birth and it works very well in the context of the episode. Now, it would've been perfect if they didnt add that shh sound in Ursitoare making ir Urshitoare... Like its funny a bit cuz I constantly think of bears (urşi - ursh is plural for bear in Romanian) but its ok since its just that. I can live with a minor mispronunciation. I will say the Gem itself is fully made up tho for TW.

To answer Carlos tho, the Ursitoare themselves tell u 2 things: the future and also a future they are willing to bless or curse you with. It's essentially both. They show u the future, ur life as it's meant to be exactly, no deviation, but only in pieces or really a piece as a dream and, importantly the sorta end result of ur life which they wish upon u as newborn. How u get to that wish is up to you. The Gem.appears to have merged these two.

I also love love love the show of community that hunters have, that a hunters network is important to getting the job done. It makes me strangle SPN!John worse because he actively isolated himself aaand his kids. Ffs!

Awwwweee I like Betty! I mean shes a cop soo... not great but shes nice and cares so much and is worried :((

Millie does a good job here I think. She's not dismissive of Bettys concerns, but shes also careful to dispel them if possible. She shows once more how good she is at manipulating people, tho admitedly this time it isnt anything malicious or even generally negative.

I also gotta say that Betty (and id say John by extension) is very naive to think that war could in any way shape or form help with the issues John had had. Like he had trauma from his fathers abandonment and his mothers general treatment afterwards, had trauma from the disfunctional relationship the two had before Henry died/left, which all was underscored by deep-seated guilt that he let out as rage. Like all war would do is make it far far worse. It shows just how young Betty is truly and how she really hasn't lived through too much yet. And i said John too because Im fairly sure he also thought going to war would help in a similar manner.

I also headcanon that Betty was very inspired by Millie... but thats just me.

Carlos continues to be a dumb dumb about Anton... unsurprising, but omg.

I forgot the stone was carved from the Ursitoare's ribs... is it just me who though of the birth of Eve here??? Also yes, Il Soarta is def Italian I realize now. Do i question why an Italian cult was obsessed with Romanian myth.. absolutely not.

Im think that the 'most times not'part of what destiny the Gem shows u is due to essentially the stone acting as ... well... an eavesdropper. Literally. It was given to specific people to use by the Ursitoare as recompense for their worship - so good fate; but then as time went on it became a useful artifact for the benefit of Il Soarta so it became a way to eavesdrop on destiny so said destiny changed in them because that worship became.in name only. As mentioned, the Ursitoare arent patient and dont take well to being spurned or used in this case.

God the drip on the vamps, love them so much!

I would also argue that fate ultimately doesn't care about anyone if the whole universe is in jeopardy and uve a bigger destiny like John Winchester does.

I agree with Mary calling Millie here. Especially since she actually.knows what it's like to just ... lose someone like that. John does too, but he's also the one in the middle of it.

Ironic that Mary says "even if i have to kill every vampire in the tri-state area " ... a version of her actually does do that... for her kids. And simultaneously, its ironic also that another version of John will tell their kids that vampires are extinct (which could get them killed fyi).

Millie and Dean would be horrible together... all theyd do is work in the garage and shittalk research... and I kind love that for them.

I also like that Millie does in fact tell John bout Betty and also basically tells him.to not bullshit a bullshitter. This convo between Millie and John might be the 1st truly empathetic one we've had for them. Like yes, John's defenses go up instantly and he immediately assumes that Millie agrees with Betty and is judging him, but Millie, this time, doesnt do that. She just wants to check-in on how he's doing. And does so softly. And believes him more importantly.

And of course, back to the tried and true Winchester feelings avoidance after we've just had a helluva emotionally vulnerable talk.

I live for Carlos being disappointed in the vamps housing choices. I too would judge that. (So would Dean tbh)

Aaaaand Carlos once more gives us the biggest puzzle piece to where the vamps are.

While Lata is once more absolutely delighted by the magic lockpick like the wonderful nerd she is.

Millie to John "Dont do what u always do, not today" --> leads him directly to the room hes gonna die in. Irony at its finest.

A lot of irony in this episode, i realize now...

God I adore Carlos v vampires fight scene, its soo good. And its followed by the equally as fantastic Mary v vampires. Ahhh, I love them all so much.

Ppl really shouldn't fuck with Mary Campbell when shes pissed and worried.

I will miss the vamps tho... i really liked them :(

Ah yes, Winchester ingenuity at its finest... 🙈

I like what this ep says about how dead mans blood works? It implies that vampires literally drain the life force through the blood because the dead mans blood only came into effect once John did actually die - a few moments after he got bit thus implying a certain supernatural link between the blood just ingested and John's lifeforce. I vibe with that.

Ah yes... the full context - still drives me.mad. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ROBBIE?! Especially with all the parallels TW has to SPN.

I appreciate the CPR not stopping until only after they think he really did die for good. U DONT stop CRP for dramatic pause ( advice to othee shows/movies or in ro aviz amatorilor)

Antoooooonnnnnn!

Anton and Carlos!!! 💓💓💓 yay!

And they're using their words! They're communicating guys 😭 im so proud

Damn... Mary and John are being cute too 🥲

Dun dun dun!

Betty and Kyle and Kyle is Akrida! 😱

Sorry, i dont got anything revealing or deep to say about the ending here 🤣🤣🤣 its all plot and relationships.

Aand so we reach the end of another episode, 4 more to go!

I will say time and distance made this episode easier to watch for me. 15x20 had fucked me up before and made it very hard to watch without refering back to it. It has several parallels to Dean and dying specifically. The main one ofc being death adjacent to vampires. But it also has John killing himself for the sake of the hunt which sadly doesn't bode well either because it reminds me of a really bad couple of weeks back in 2017 when i had the realization that Dean has literally been shown as suicidal every single season (and i can name the ep, its so clear) and then Advanced Thanatology hit the Tv screens on nov 9th 2017... not a fun realization and def not a fun series of events afterwards. Sorry to bring this up here, but well... its relevant sadly.

Thankfully tho, this episode works well to deconstruct that and to subvert the spn finale by allowing John to live and to fully embrace his realtionship with Mary.

In other news, next ep will anger me a bit... for.multiple reason, some having already been discussed by people better equiped to talk about it then me. But rest assured, ive shit to say outside of that too, so see y'all for ep 10. Im aiming to have that up by the end of the week.

And thanks to @noybusiness and @shallowseeker for encouranging me to continue this.

#spn #spnwin #spnwin rewatch #john winchester #mary campbell #lata dar #carlos cervantez #the winchesters #dean winchester #spnwin 1x09

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1-800-call-ria · 1 year

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The Summer that lasted forever (teaser)

paring: female!reader x NCT, (ft. Aespa)

genre: camp counselor!au, fluff, angst, literally everything (i haven't finished wrtiting LMAO)

WC: 0.6 k

AN: this will not include Lucas, but might include the SMRookies. (if this goes right i might make a gn and male!reader versions) also ideas, critism is encouraged!! I would love to hear from you <3.

series masterlist || the interview

As a college student you found your summers to be open. But this year you wanted a fulfilling vacation. Three months of pure nothing for the past few years left you empty and just as exhausted as before you left for break. Yes you had time to relax and de-stress, but something seemed to be missing. So this year you promised yourself to step out of your comfort zone and at least find a job to occupy your free time.

Finding a summer job hadn't seemed that daunting then. It was definitely scary now. Looking online and even through newspapers to find any places hiring.

You knew for a fact fast food was something you wouldn't do. Handling food, customers and the occasional Karen was not on your bucket list. Retail hadn't seemed that bad, but it seemed like all the places weren't hiring. You've considered volunteering but again the places either weren't looking for more volunteers or the application process took at least four months.

Just as you're about to give up though, you see a bright green banner sporting a black and white "Camp Neo" on the bottom of your screen. When you scroll all the way down you see a "now hiring" button flashing right in the middle. You've never heard of this place but you continue to click it and it brings you to another website. The website honestly looks thrown together and shady with its neon green highlights and blurry photos. And the age categories were also very suspicious with the huge gap of 8-16 years old. The reviews though told another story.

"This camp will forever be my kid's happy place. The friendships he's made over the last two years are still going strong!"

"My daughter went here for about 5 years, and she loved it. I would totally recommend this camp for other parents. Each age is divided and my kiddo loved it here. Said it was always the highlight of her summers."

"The counselors are amazing and always put me and my friends first :) "

Scrolling past the reviews and comments about the camp you come to the end of the page and see a link in bright red reading "Our awesome team of counselors that we hope you join!" After you come to another part of the website you're met with a video with the Camp director, Lee Soo-man, introducing each counselor.

First were the women counselors Minjeong, Jimin, Aeri and Yizhuo. Each had their own charm and honestly were so beautiful. For the past few years Minjeong (known as Winter to the kids), Jimin (Karina) and Yizhuo (NingNing) had been counselors for the 13 year-olds and when Aeri (Giselle) joined last year the group had to be split. After explaining that there was a move towards there being three counselors-per age, the last few years were exceptions (this explained why there was another spot open) each girl introduced herself.

After the last of their introductions the video cut to the director going on about how each counselor was hand chosen by him and the prior/ current ones. It was a very deep and long process only to choose the best option for not only the other team members, but for the kids as well.

Seeing the way director Lee was talking about it, it really did seem like a long and time consuming. The man was passionate about only finding the best option out there. Maybe this wasn't the right job for you. Just as you're second guessing yourself and about to close out of the website all together. You see a group of the most beautiful men you have ever seen go across your computer screen.

...Okay...so maybe that deep and long application process wasn't really that bad. I mean you would be working with fine women and men

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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may we have a gn or male s/o defending the sinclairs? mayhaps the s/o has a group of (bad) "friends" who constantly insult the art vinny makes or directly insults bo/lester and the s/o berates them; or even wishing they'd keel over. maybe a fight breaks out, who knows! bonus points if these "friends" keep the s/o around out of pity :3

OH BOY THE MINUTE I SAW THIS I WAS FERAL! I have had so many friend group and friends like this dear lord. I have wanted to write something about this for such a long time and I finally have an idea on how to do it. Thank you anon you're the best. Shout out to you. Reader is male

Down south: Poly! Sinclair brothers x Male! s/o

warning: Strong language, shitty friends, mention of s/a but that’s as far into it as it goes, fetishization of mlm, violence, implied murder, blood, morally gray reader

You’ve been living with the boys for almost a year now. When you first decided to stay you told your family and friends you moved south and will be busy setting things up. You family didn’t really care and your friends definetly didn’t. At least your family called about once a month to check in. Your friends never called. You got one from your friend Megan but it was just because she was drunk and wanted to talk about herself. You took offence at first to this. You thought they cared about you. But the more you looked into it, they never really did.

Whenever you dressed up in a non trendy style they always made fun of you for it. You had to ask to be included in plans whenever they made them. You were always the one who took a picture for the rest of them, always lent money and did favors for them. You had to put in all the effort to keep the friendship alive. When you tried to talk to them about this they apologized or denied that it was even happening. After a few months you got over it. You’ve got three amazing boyfriends with you now. You’re living a fulfilling life out here and you’re happy. Today you went on a ride out with Lester. You alternate between the brothers and who you spend your days with. Sometime you just stay at the house alone or keeping up the apperance of the town. Bo talked about how he found a group of four people out last night. You know that means taking them back to town.

You usually stay out of things with the tourists but you needed a little time away from town. Lester pulls up into the place where the people are. You notice one of them is a red head, a similar color to one of your old “friends.” Lester turns off the truck and the two of you get out. When you get a closer look at the four of them something inside of you grows. It’s a mix of something you can’t explain. Seeing your old “friends” is something you never wanted to you. Yet here you are.

“Oh my god Y/N is that you?” Ashley says walking over blocking the light out of her eyes. You nod and move over too.

“Yeah it is me. What are you guys doing down here?” You say. Ashley pulls you into an awkward hug and you and see your “friends” giving you and Lester weird looks.

“Oh we’re here on a trip. Our car broke down somehow last night and we don’t know whats really wrong with it.” Your other friend River says.

“Well uh I can take a look for ya.” Lester says. Megan looks him up and down then back to you.

“I’m sorry who is he?” She asks in a not so subtle ‘he looks poor and weird’ tone.

“Oh that’s Lester. He’s one of my boyfriends.”

“One? I thought you would’ve fixed that poly issue by now.” Elliot says. A surge of embarassment washes over you.

“Well I mean if you don’t want our help we can leave.” You put on a polite smile and Elliot looks to Ashley.

“No no go ahead and look. Just be careful to not ruin my car, she was very expensive.”

“No need t’ worry bout that. I’ll be careful.” Lester walks over to the open hood of the car and pulls out a broken fan belt. “Well yer fan belt snapped. I can drive ya to a town nearby. Ambrose is bout 10 miles from here.” He throws the fan belt on the ground and Megan scoffs.

“Ten miles in that truck? I’m good.”

“Megan try to be nice. You know some people were born with challenges that make it hard for them to get nice jobs.” Ashley whispers to her.

“Actually we should probably ride in the truck. Unless you wanna walk ten miles in almost 100 degree heat. Megan can ride in the front with Lester and I and the three of you can ride in the back. Or we could just go back to town on our own and let you wait here. But I don’t think you wanna get stuck in the heat.”

“Megan I think we should go.” River says.

“Alright but I feel like the ladies should be allowed to sit in the car. You know it’s the gentleman thing to do. You don’t mind right Y/N?”

“Well it’s not my truck but I’m fine with sitting in the back.” The six of you pile into the truck and head back to town. You’re awkwardly trying to make conversation with Elliot and River.

“So what do your boyfriends do?” Elliot asks.

“Oh Lester cleans up road kill, Bo owns a gas station in town and Vincent is an artist.”

“They sound like real winners huh.” River chuckles, Elliot joins him in it. You exhale sharply.

“I’m sorry they don’t have the highest class jobs out there but it’s still honest work. You shouldn’t be so fucking classist.”

“Woah calm down Y/N it’s just a fucking joke. You never could take one could you?” River says, his tone growing sour.

“I talked about my fear of being sexually assaulted and Megan said ‘ like anyone would want to do that’.” Both of them went silent as you pass the creek and enter into town. Once the car stops at the gas station you get out and wait for them. You waste no time walking in and looking for Bo. You want your ‘friends’ gone as soon as possible. They follow in after you as you look into the garage. “Hey Bo you’ve got customers.They’re also um the friends I told you about.” He wipes his forehead, nods and walks out with you and greets your friends with a smile. Megan gets really interested really fast.

“Hey what can I do for y’all?” He asks putting an arm around your waist. Megan lights up even more.

“We need a 16 inch fan belt,” Elliot says “and make sure it’s been made within the past few years. No offense but this place doesn’t seem to get the most business.” You feel Bo’s grip tighten slightly.

“Well I don’t think I have a 16 inch down here. I got a new shipment of some back at the house if ya wanna come pick one up. Ya know just to make sure it’s up to your standards.”

“Hey man I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I never said ya did. I know old friends on Y/N’s would always be nice folks.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek before walking to the door with Elliot.

“Babe come with me.” He says to Ashley. She nods and follows him out. Megan turns back to you a huge smile on her face.

“Oh my god your boyfriend is so fucking hot. I love seeing dude on dude action, it’s so hot. Do you have any other cute boyfriends I can see you with? It’s so much hotter seeing it in person.” You know what’s she’s talking about. You know how she has a ‘thing’ for gay guys. But you don’t really count because ‘you’re just different’. You get an idea and put on a smile.

“You can actually. His name is Vincent and he’s up at the House of wax. He makes all the art there.” The three of you leave the gas station and you bring Lester along for support.

“So uh Lester is it? What all do you do with the road kill?” River asks.

“Why are ya askin?”

“Oh it’s just I’ve heard stories of people picking up jobs with animals for some well not so good reasons. I’m not saying you’re doing anything suspicious it’s just I knew someone like you who would do weird ritual things with the road kill he picked up. And soon after people would go missing.” You’re at the front of the House now.

“Fuck off River that’s a lie and you know it!” You snap at him. You’re not gonna put up with his shit anymore. Implying Lester of all people would kill someone is too far.

“ Woah calm down Y/N it’s a joke.”

“Well it’s not very funny.” Lester mutters pulling you close to him. You open the doors and everyone walks in. Megan and River look around at the statues.

“So the whole thing is made of wax?” Megan asks touching one of the figures.

“Yeah mostly everything. Vincent is a really talented artist. I’m proud to know him.”

“Well this seems a bit cheap to me. Like aren’t wax sculptures supposed to be of famous people and stuff? And why make this entire place out of wax? It seems stupid.” You look up at Lester and back to Megan.

“Hey honey can you go get Vincent for me please? Maybe give Bo a call too.” You say quietly.

“Are ya sure darlin?” He asks. You nod.

“Just let me take care of this stuff ok?”

“If ya say so.” Lester walks off into the house and you turn your attention to River who’s looking at one of Vincent’s smaller statues.

“This Vincent dude must be really messed up. Like who makes stuff like this?” He flicks on his lighter and starts to melt away the base of a little clown boy.

“Cut that the fuck out!” You shout walking over and trying to take the figure from him. You end up getting your hand too close to the flame and you burn yourself. He drops the figure and you walk back. “You’re such an asshole! Both of you are!”

“Don’t fucking talk to me that way you fucker.” River says getting in your face. You shove him back and he swings at you hitting your face. You feel a cut in your cheek form as blood starts to leak. You run at him and tackle him to the ground. The two of you exchange blows while Megan screams, watching.

“Jesus stop fighting you know it’s unfair! Give him a break River! God get off of him!” He hits your eye and nose hard. You hit his jaw knocking out a tooth and eventually get on top of him. As you’re throwing punches you feel someone pull you off of him.

“The hell happened here?” Lester’s the one pulling you off. Bo’s standing nearby.

“Y/N fucking shoved me for messing around with one of these stupid wax statues. He got so offended I made fun of his weirdo boyfriend who makes creepy wax shit.”

“Like you’re any better! You blow dead dogs!” You retort, getting Lester off of you.

“Eat shit and die!” River shouts back.

“Eat shit and live River.” You walk out of the house leaving Megan and River alone with all three brothers. You’re head is pounding, your right eye is swelling with blood leaking into it from a busted brow and your nose has a heavy flow of blood coming from it. You hear the door swing open and fast footsteps following you.

“Y/N holy shit the hell did you do that for?” Lester asks catching up with you.

“I should have never tolerated them in the first place. I let them fuck with me but going after the loves of my life is too fucking far.” You’re making your way back to the house as you hear two distant screams. You know you shouldn’t feel this way but a new emotion is mixed in with the ones you felt before. A bit of joy blooms in your bones.

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The Internet is getting worse every day and i hate it. I'd rather go out and have friendships with people in real life. With people i can see and hug and eat with.

But spaces to do that are dwindling and people i can enjoy spending time around often prefer to spend time together online.

If i didn't have to work so much (40hrs/week is a lot!) for my living, I'd build and maintain social sites for fun. I think it would be cool and also it would feel good to facilitate a nice space for people. I feel like there are plenty of nerds who feel the same.

But i do have to work so much, which means if I'm putting my brain to work i want to be paid for it because the amount i can output ever week is limited and after 40 hours I'm almost completely spent. And i have a family and friends and hobbies and stuff i also want to give attention and energy to.

I wish we didn't have to work so much. Maybe if i didn't work so much I'd have more energy to bear the anxiety i experience when i go into social situations (and the more i bear that anxiety the less intense it becomes, so i can do it more). If i didn't work so much maybe i wouldn't feel like my life is nearly spent when I'm not even 30 yet. Maybe i could have meaningful connections, do normal 20s things, develop skills and have hobbies. Maybe i could overcome my fears and hangups. Maybe i could learn to do some good in my community, put down roots and learn from people who are older than me who have lived fulfilled lives. Maybe i could lend more of my time to helping my neighbors.

I really want to be involved. I believe in strong communities, i believe that fulfillment can come in any and every stage of life, i believe in doing things that are nice for the sake of it, i believe that given the opportunity people would build beautiful and useful things for free. But we don't have time or energy for any of that. Because we're working.

And what can you do about that? Some people at my work have pushed for a 4-day workweek but execs aren't willing to consider it - and why?? It would literally be better for everyone. Everyone in the department i left just over a year ago is burned all the way out. What right does work have to ruin your mental health? Why do people find grind culture so alluring?

The other day someone at my work got recognized for excellence in their role. Someone praised them for working even while they were sick, to the point that they were on a call and muting themselves to throw up, then unmuting to continue the call. That's not typical at my workplace at all, nor is it expected thank goodness, but the fact that they were even praising that disgusted me. They should have ordered her to get offline and go throw up in peace until she felt better. How can you see that as anything but dystopic? Someone's putting work above her literal health and that's not ok at all.

Exponential growth is just so unnatural. Like it's cool if you have a big market and you grow a lot for a while. But why do you need to be growing year over year? Is it not enough to maintain? People talk about plateauing like it's a bad thing, but if you've got a good thing going, really genuinely why do you have to look for ways to Make More Money With It? Can't you find fulfillment in the fact that you've provided a service people like and are using?

Like if you were the CEO of Twitter, that would suck for a lot of reasons, but it would also be nice knowing you provided a platform where lots of people learn new perspectives, get news quickly and form communities that sometimes even go on to become real life friends. That's super cool. Why is business always about profit and never about people primarily?

It's Friday. It's been a long week. Instagram just showed me ads between someone's posts that i was scrolling through - they've never done that before. I'm just tired of it all. The counterfeit world in my pocket makes it harder to go engage with the actual world outside my own 4 walls. Ugh.

#ramble #long post #capitalism sucks #capitalism #tw vomit

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liyuee-qixing · 2 years

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Love letter

{SUMMARY}: you're the tsaritsa heir, you wouldn't thought your position It'll bring you something else instead just power and dominance

THIS IS EXTRA RANDOM FROM THE SUMMARY BUT YOU'LL HAVE A BROTHER NAME LUKA

Character: Arlecchino

I might turn this to an AO3 and Wattpad fanfic idk,THIS IS BY FAR THE FANFIC THAT TOOK ME LITTLE TIME

ARLECCHINO,THE KNAVE

She adored you,you are so much unlike the tsaritsa. You have such soft spot for elderly people and kids,you show respect to those that have so much lower rank than you,your appearance was very mesmerizing no matter how much she stares and look at you, she even wonder how such a hardworking, beautiful- Perfect person like you exist.

Meanwhile her in other hand was cruel,cold hearted and have crazy obsession over controlling people, it's like she has no sane bone in her body,her hand were blood sheeted meanwhile your was soft like a silk. But after all of those she couldn't help but to imagine you as her lover,she only keep these feeling inside her locked heart this whole time

That untill your brother,Luka and the harbinger found out about it,lucky her,they promised to keep it a secret,prince Luka often tease her about it though but beside teasing he's been helping arlecchino to get to know more about you. Your interest,your dislike,your type of person,your ideal date.. it crazy how she's really desperate for your attention,it a miracle that the tsaritsa herself commanded her to bodyguard you when you're out of town or doing something,in this way she could always look at the face she always adored, you're the only person where she doesn't have to worry about her attitude.. it come to the point she's ready to take her big puppy crush to other level,she comes to the tsaritsa office herself to ask for permission to propose you,she has a good reputation in her Majesty eyes and extremely loyal to her so of course she got her permission,even if she didn't,she'll wait. She'll wait no matter how long is it will take, nothing will ever outshine you.

With the help of friendship the harbinger and your brother,she finally write her confession letters,she admitted all of her feelings to the white sheeted paper. She had bought the most luxurious ring in all of snezhnaya along with a mansion. She also reserved a whole romantic restaurants for her confession to you

"arlecchino,im here,I'm sorry if I make you wait"you said with heavy breath as you pulled the chair Infront of her.

"Soo.. what do you want to talk about?"you continue,the longer you speak,the more anxious she got. What if you're not ready? What if you said no? What if- she took a deep breath before exhaling it. Preparing every words for her confession

"my lady y/n. I have a confession to make"she spoke,her voice laced with worry,her hand was fiddling with her other hands but it seem like she tried to hide it as she could

"I like you, I've been keeping these feelings since the day we met,the day you was introduced to me,I couldn't help but stares at your figure everytime you pass by,no matter how much I already saw you. I know we're both the opposite. I know that my hand were blood sheeted meanwhile your was clean and smooth as a silk,but with your permission please let us form a strong connection, fulfilling each other defiency. I asked for your mother permission to propose you already so.."

"will you marry me? Even if you're not ready,I'll wait no matter how long is it."she continue.

"yes. I accept you, nobody ever bought shines to my eyes so much as you do,the whole snezhnaya shall celebrate this"you confessed back at her,looking at her black deep eyes. You couldn't imagine how lucky you're

When she told the harbinger about how the confession went,they congratulations her. The fatui agent that work under her also swore to never see arlecchino smile as much as the day after the confession

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