#and so incredibly and unnecessarily violent

[wisyhana]

You will never understand the guttural cringy experience of watching Saint Seiya in latino once you're older.

Such horrible dub but yet so iconic.

Those dialogues that didn't make any sense.

The cursi and yet memorable phrases.

Yes, Saint Seiya at its best is in its latino dub.

#saint seiya #still I'm enjoying it so much #very nostalgic #very homosexual #and so incredibly and unnecessarily violent

[heartsofminds]

watching "Daisy Jones and the Six" and I’m President of the "Billy Dune Haters" club. this man is an actual menace to society and needs to be pistol whipped…

#L speaks #that thought is so incredibly and unnecessarily violent #but he’s the literal downfall of this band #i actually hate him

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump Collab Day 10 — killing in self defense

Nobody asked for more of Sky and Warriors when they’re teenagers but I’m delivering more anyway lol. If you ever wondered how the events of skyward sword fit in with the Incredibles au, here’s your explanation.

Aka: I’m unnecessarily mean to Sky again.

Warnings for mentions of blood/injuries, some stuff about killing, and vomiting (though it isn’t too graphic)

Today’s lovely art

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They’d decided not to say anything.

Sure they wouldn’t be able to keep it quiet forever— parts of it were still all over the news (spun as them causing needless destruction of course, despite the fact that they’d saved everyone) and a good block of the city had been totally destroyed— but Time and Malon had just gotten back from their honeymoon.

Their honeymoon that they’d already had to postpone for way too long and thought they might not even get to take because of all those stupid lawsuits.

At first Warriors and Sky had expected to have to explain everything once Time and Malon returned. They’d prepared for it, even. But when they had come back looking so happy, and Time more relaxed then Warriors had ever seen him... he’d made eye contact with Sky, and they’d decided it could wait.

Warriors didn’t want to burst their bubble with the news that he and Sky had stopped a plot to destroy the world and nearly been killed in the process.

(Besides, they’d handled it, right? There wasn’t really that much to tell.)

So they both agreed to just keep it quiet, and hide the pages of the newspaper with articles about the event. They only changed their bandages from the injuries they’d gotten while Time and Malon were busy, and Sky made sure to hide the limp he was still dealing with.

And Warriors was just starting to feel confident that their plan would work and maybe they wouldn’t ever have to bother Time with what had happened...

...when Sky suddenly cracked.

It was the evening two days after Time and Malon had gotten back, and Warriors was trying to find clean pajamas, digging through a pile of clothes that he was pretty sure were clean. Most of them smelled clean anyway, and aside from the shirt with the bloodstains (oops) and the socks that had been festering for at least a week (double oops), they all looked mostly clean too.

...Laundry hadn’t exactly been at the top of his priorities lately.

Warriors pulled out a shoe that had somehow been buried in the pile, and huffed at the teeth marks on the heel. He’d thought this pair had been safe from Twilight’s wolf teething, but apparently not.

Warriors rolled his eyes and set the shoe aside, then let out a noise of triumph as he finally unburied some pajamas that appeared unworn. He tossed them on, wincing as the movement pulled at an injury on his side, and then flopped on his bed, listening to Malon try and get Twilight to go back to sleep in the other room with a sigh.

He had to admit he’d missed having Twilight underfoot. He’d been left with his grandpa while Time and Malon were away, and while Warriors was a little offended they didn’t trust him and Sky to watch him for more then an afternoon, he was rather relieved his tiny nephew had been far away from everything that had happened.

It had been stressful enough without a barely one year-old to watch as well.

He could hear Malon singing a lullaby through the wall, steps creaking as she walked up and down the length of the room. The song was soothing, and Warriors bit back a yawn, closing his eyes for a second.

Mm, maybe I’ll just go to bed now...

A gagging sound interrupted his dozing, and Warriors startled, shooting up from the bed. It hadn’t come from the room Malon was in, and he poked his head out the door, quickly following the noise down the hallway to where he thought Sky had just been brushing his teeth.

And found Sky throwing up rather violently into the toilet, face pale and eyes wide and horrified.

Warriors ran to his side as he finished, Sky’s breathing little more than gasps, and his brother stared up at him, gaze haunted.

“Sky, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Warriors asked frantically, and Sky seemed to pale further.

“W-Wars I...” he wheezed, his face panicked, “Wars I killed him, I killed s-some—”

He gagged again and almost missed the toilet, and Warriors put his hands on his shoulders, holding him steady until he was finished.

“Sky, calm down,” he tried as Sky continued to choke on air, and when that didn’t work, he grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. “Sky, please, you’re gonna hurt yourself, you have to breathe.”

Sky only wheezed, and Warriors watched him with a growing panic, unsure of what to do.

“Sky. You have to breathe,” Warriors repeated, giving his hands a harder squeeze and ignoring his own shaking fingers. “Don’t think about anything else, just take some deep breaths.”

Sky dragged in a breath that might’ve been slightly deeper than the ones before, but he still wasn’t breathing the way he should be. At the rate he was going, he would likely pass out.

But what could he do? Sky was completely freaking out, and Warriors was beginning to as well.

Sky gagged on a cough, and Warriors shot a panicked glance out into the hallway as quick footsteps came down it. Time appeared in the doorway, and immediately got to a knee beside Sky, his face creased with concern as he gently stepped past where Sky’s wings were splayed.

“Sky, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I-I, I ki...” Sky wheezed, shaking like a leaf, “T-Time I was...”

He couldn’t get enough words out for Time to understand, and Time looked over at Warriors, confusion and worry on his face. Warriors made a helpless gesture, and Sky wheezed again and brought Time’s attention back to himself.

Time focused on getting Sky to properly breathe, and Warriors watched anxiously, kicking himself for not expecting this sooner.

He should’ve known it would all crash down on Sky at some point— he’d barely even reacted after everything had happened. He had shed a few tears when they’d gotten Sun back and everyone turned out to be okay, but he hadn’t fallen into an utter panic like he was now.

Warriors should have expected it. Sky’s best friend had been kidnapped, and he’d nearly been killed by the same man who’d murdered his parents, and then he’d turned around and had to—

Sky coughed, and Warriors squeezed that hand that was in his again, ignoring how the motion made his arm ache.

So much for keeping things quiet for a while.

“Sky, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Time asked again after he’d managed to get Sky to breathe a little.

“I’m—” Sky stuttered, then looked at his hands with a panicked expression. “I didn’t know I would— Sun was hurt, she almost died a-and he said he was— I just wanted it to end, and I-I—”

His voice died, and he closed his eyes, lip trembling.

“...Warriors?” Time asked quietly, and Warriors fiddled with the hem of his shirt, wishing he hadn’t taken his scarf off. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Warriors swallowed, but before he could speak, Sky choked out a few more words.

“Demise was back.”

Time froze, and looked between the two of them, his gaze suddenly sharp. Warriors didn’t meet his eye, and the heavy silence that fell over them was only broken when Malon came down the hall and peered inside the doorway, drawn by the noise after having finally gotten Twilight back to sleep.

“Oh Sky, my goodness,” she breathed worriedly, looking at his pale face and T-shirt speckled with vomit. “How long have you been sick, honey?”

“I’m not sick,” he whispered, and Time breathed out, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Some things happened while we were gone, it seems,” he said in a quiet voice. “I believe a full explanation is in order.”

Malon’s face gained some suspicion along with the worry. “What kinds of things?”

Sky shivered, and they all looked over at him. He had finally gotten his breathing under control, but was still pale, and shaking in Time’s hold on his shoulders. Malon came forward and cupped his cheek with a sigh, worry bright in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick any more hon?” she asked, and Sky softly shook his head. “Okay. Why don’t you get cleaned up and changed, and then we can sit down and discuss this somewhere that isn’t the cold bathroom floor, huh?”

Sky and Warriors nodded.

Ten minutes later found them all in the living room, Sky in fresh clothes and wrapped in a blanket with Warriors next to him. The top of Sky’s wings poked out from the blanket, and he looked a little less overwhelmed then he did earlier.

Malon had warmed up some milk, but she was the only one who had touched her cup, steam gently wafting from the other mugs on the tray. Warriors looked down at the milk in front of him, but the sight of it just made his stomach roll.

Time leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

“So. What happened?”

Warriors exhaled, and Sky looked down at his lap.

“...Sun got kidnapped the day after you left,” Warriors admitted, his voice quiet.

Malon let out a soft gasp, and Sky’s wings ruffled a little, but nobody spoke as Warriors continued.

“Sky was there when it happened, but he couldn’t do anything in time and she was... taken. We started out looking for her, but we met this weird guy, and it turned out he was the one who’d kidnapped her for his boss, and he kept fighting Sky, but... there was a lot more going on then we thought...”

“Sun was.... Why didn’t you call us?” Malon asked in dismay, and Sky and Warriors both fidgeted.

“We didn’t want to bother you,” Sky admitted quietly. “And we didn’t realize how big a deal everything was going to be... and Mr. Gaepora agreed with us.”

“Gaepora should have known better,” Time said darkly. “We could have come back and helped, why—”

“Because you were finally taking a vacation!” Warriors burst out, and met Time’s eye when he looked at him. “You never take vacations, Time! And this was your honeymoon, we weren’t about to take that away from you.”

“And we did handle it,” Sky added quietly. “Obviously.”

Time sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second before replying. “I still maintain that you two should have called, and I will be talking about this with Gaepora, but it’s too late now and I assume there’s more to the story.”

Sky nodded, and Time motioned for Warriors to continue.

“Right,” Warriors said, then sighed. “So Fi was helping us because it turned out she knew a little of what was going on, and Ghirahim— he was the guy that kidnapped Sun— actually knew Fi somehow, I think. He was talking like it anyway. But anyway, it turned out he was... working for Demise.”

Malon sucked in a sharp breath, and Time had that oddly blank look settle on his face again.

“How... but Sky’s parents defeated him, everyone thought he was dead,” Malon breathed, her face pale. “You boys fought him?”

“I killed him,” Sky choked out.

The silence that fell over the room was even heavier then the earlier one had been, and Warriors risked a glance at his older brother. Time’s face was impossible to read though, and he leaned closer to Sky, meeting his eyes when he looked up.

“You killed him?” he asked in a voice Warriors couldn’t gauge, and Sky nodded.

“I did,” he whispered. “He’s dead. For certain.”

Sky’s wings began to tremble, and Warriors felt the sick feeling roll in his stomach again. I should’ve done it, I should’ve fought him.

“Was he trying to kill you?” Time continued in the same emotionless voice.

“Yes,” Sky whispered.

“He was trying to resume that crazy plan of his Sky’s parents stopped,” Warriors quietly filled in for Sky’s sake. “And for some reason Sun’s powers were a part of it. I still don’t know how. But that’s why he kidnapped her.“

“But you stopped him,” Time asked, and Warriors nodded.

“Sky did. Ethereal and me were there too, but somehow Demise summoned these... monster things, and kept us busy with those while he fought Sky. I think we would’ve died if Fi hadn’t gotten Ghirahim to help us out at the end. Apparently Demise was only using him.”

Warriors closed his eyes again. “There’s more to it then that obviously, but... but that’s the basics. Sun’s okay now. We stopped Demise.”

“I killed him,” Sky said in a wretched voice, his wings tightly wrapped around himself. “I... I barely even thought about it at the time, but he’s— he’s dead.”

Malon’s face was distraught, and Time leaned closer as Sky shook in his seat.

“Sky. It was self defense,” Time said firmly, grief in his voice. “He was trying to kill you, and Warriors and Sun and countless other people. No court would convict you.”

“But he was still a person!” Sky stressed in a shrill, watery voice. “A horrible one, probably the w-worst one I’ve ever met, but he’s dead now, and I’m the one that did it!”

“Sky, honey you had no choice,” Malon said softly, placing her hand over his. “It’s like Time said, it was self defense. If you hadn’t killed him, he... he would’ve killed you. And so many others.”

“He still could’ve gone to jail or something!” Sky said more frantically, his breathing beginning to speed up again. “I didn’t even give him th-that choice, I was so intent on stopping him I— I felt proud when I killed him! I was happy he’s gone, I still am happy because he killed Mom and Dad but I shouldn’t be and I— I keep finding his blood in my feathers!” he choked out, and Warriors was almost afraid he would throw up again.

“Sky, listen to me,” Time said firmly, looking him dead in the eye. “You did what you had to do. Demise was a supervillain, and a terrorist. The list of people he killed over the years is long, and he would have gladly added you and Warriors to their number, without remorse or hesitation. Killing him was the only option available to you. And if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, and most of this city would be dead.”

“But I— I’m a murderer,” Sky whispered, and Time put his hands on his shoulders.

“No you’re not. Demise was. You did the only thing you could do, Sky. That never should have been a choice you had to make, but you made it anyway, and you saved so many lives by doing so,” Time murmured, voice heavy. He looked directly into Sky’s eyes. “And I know your parents would be proud.”

Sky crumpled, and Time put his arms around him, murmuring something Warriors didn’t catch when a soft sob came from his hold.

Sky’s blanket slipped as Time held him, and revealed the angry lines from Demise’s lightning that were still on his arms, red and painful-looking. Malon’s face turned a little red with anger at the sight, but Time merely pulled the blanket back to where it was supposed to be, and said nothing. Warriors could see the look on his face though, and he was sure that if Demise hadn’t already been dead, then the look in Time’s eye alone would have done it.

They all sat quietly as Time continued to calm Sky’s trembling, Warriors staring blankly down at his cup. He didn’t realize his own hands were shaking until Malon took one in hers.

“Warriors, are you alright?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t... kill anyone,” he said weakly.

Did you though? his mind whispered, thinking back to the blood he’d been covered in by the time he’d gotten back to Sky. Those monsters you killed had to come from somewhere, who’s to say they hadn’t once been hu—

Malon put her arms around him, and Warriors swallowed back the lump in his throat, letting her hug him.

“Goodness I’m glad you two are okay,” she said softly, holding him tight. “No wonder you’ve been so quiet since we got back, we...”

She trailed off with a sigh, and set a hand on his head.

“Call us next time, I don’t care what we’re doing,” she said, her grip tightening. “I mean it. You two are so strong, but you shouldn’t have to save the world by yourselves.”

“It was mostly Sky,” Warriors replied softly, thinking back to the look on his face while he’d been fighting Demise. Sky wasn’t normally a very imposing figure, but the look in his eyes as he’d dodged lightning, his wings outstretched, his sword raised, and eyes nearly glowing with a cold rage...

It wasn’t a sight he would ever forget.

Malon sighed again, but didn’t say anything further for the moment, leaning against Time while she continued to hold Warriors. All four of them ended up resting against one another, and Warriors closed his eyes as he suddenly felt very keenly every half-healed scratch and bruise on his person.

He hadn’t realized until now just how truly bone-deep exhausted he was.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. Both of you,” Malon said softly, and Warriors sighed, Sky’s head coming to rest on his shoulder, a wing settling around them all.

“Yeah. Me too,” he whispered.

Sky and Time said nothing at all.

#Sky was messed up from everything that happened but killing demise was the icing on the cake #plus idk about you but if I’d had to kill anyone as a younger teenager I would’ve freaked out too #linkeduniverse #linked universe #Incredibles au #lu Sky #lu warriors #lu time #lu Malon #and twi but he’s asleep #febuwhump #day 10 #killing in self defense #writing from the floor #Incredibles au fic #time: *flashbacks to when he killed someone the first time and freaked out about it* well crap

[pillarsalt]

How do you cope with loneliness? My friends are so important to me but sometimes I feel like I can't fully relate to them anymore, and I just think about how they would hate me if they knew I was GC. I have TIF and even a few TIM friends that I love and cherish very dearly because I can see that they've just fallen victim to a toxic ideology feeding their body dysmorphia and self-esteem issues. But I can't tell them how genuinely worried I am about their mental health or send them detrans testimonies that I think they would relate to because they'd think I was some hateful violent monster that I'm not. Even the content creators that bring me joy and comfort are all so fiercely anti-TERF and it just makes me sad. I don't want to hurt anyone. I even distanced from the radfem community a bit because I felt like I was becoming too hateful towards men and TIMs when I truly believe many of the ones in my life are just trying their best and fell victim to a manipulative ideology that myself and other women also fell for. It's not that I wish I was still a TRA, because I feel much more at peace internally with my identity and my belief system, but I don't know if I can say peaking has made me happier overall. I feel like I don't fit in anywhere now. Making radfem friends helped a little bit but it's not the same as being around people I've known for years and gotten close to for reasons other than this one shared belief. I don't just want to abandon them all. And it's FRUSTRATING to see people spew misinformed fearmongered nonsense and not be able to actually help them dissect those beliefs. Feeling like the only one who sees things for how they really are, but forced to play along regardless, is just so restrictive and isolating.

To be completely honest with you, I don't have a great answer. I've been lucky to have one or two close friends at a time to whom I can tell everything, including my uncensored feminism-related beliefs. I've also been (and currently am) in friend groups with multiple people who identify as trans or are dating someone who identifies as trans, and have had to keep my thoughts and opinions to myself to keep the peace. I agree it's incredibly difficult sometimes, and I know a fair few of them would instantly drop me if they knew I was a "terf". It's kind of funny because I know some of them have an inkling of what I think about the issue, but say nothing so they don't have to fight with me. If anyone asked my opinion directly, I wouldn't lie, but I admit that I lie by omission.

It is hard to watch the ones who take the medicalization route hurt themselves. My ex girlfriend and I still talk, she's a they/them nonbinary now and despite always and still being very feminine and never expressing discomfort with her body before (including posting thirst traps often,) she wants to get a mastectomy soon. It sucks because of course after having looked into this phenomenon for so long, I'm well aware of the complications and side effects that can result from a major procedure like this: phantom pain/itching, extensive and restrictive scarring, the risks of infection and necrosis, and of course the risk of regretting having an entire organ unnecessarily removed from your body later on when it's no longer fashionable to do so. It sucks that voicing even the mere suggestion that it might be a bad idea is enough to have you shunned as an apostate. I genuinely care about her and I would feel similarly if she was having any other radical cosmetic surgery like breast implants or a BBL. At the end of the day, our friends will make their own choices regardless of how we feel about it, and the only thing we can really do is be there for them in the end.

I feel similarly to you in that I don't want to hurt anyone, only to protect people and especially women from the harms that are intrinsic to trans ideology. Unfortunately, you can't help anyone who doesn't want to be helped. Sometimes though, you can play dumb and ask questions that might get them to think a little bit more about the rhetoric they're repeating. For example, I often go out for drinks with coworkers, one of whom is a she/they nonbinary woman. One time she said something about how she couldn't be a full they/them because she's still 'girly' sometimes. I said something like "doesn't it seem kind of regressive to associate how feminine you are with how much of a woman you are? what about butch lesbians?" She didn't have an answer and brushed it off, but I could see the cogs turning a bit. Playing the uninformed normie pointing out the obvious sometimes gets them to realize how twisted the logic in trans echo chambers can be. And I think sometimes expressing your disagreement with the dogma can show your friends, who know you well and know you're a good person, that, contrary to what they've been told, not everyone who disagrees with gender ideology is an evil nazi out to slaughter transwomen in the streets.

But yes, in general, it is very very isolating to hold radical feminist beliefs. I'm sorry you're going through it. One thing to remember is, there are tons of women even in your general vicinity, who like you, don't buy into gender rhetoric but aren't saying anything in order to preserve their safety and social lives. I do believe that as the world seems to be becoming more aware of the reality of the situation, more and more people will feel able to be open about their dissent, and it will become less of a fringe opinion as the flaws in the ideology are exposed. Here's hoping I guess. Keep your chin up anon.

#ask

[bbygirl-aemond]

bella i need the faith of the seven parallels with the targaryen parental figures IMMEDIATELY

…I admittedly put way too much thought into this, but I will seriously never tire of the religions themes/parallels in Stormbreak. Plus, there's about to be a ton of religious stuff happening in upcoming chapters, so it's just on my mind. So here are all seven of the parental figures of Team Black & Green, as members of the Seven!

The Father- Aemond Targaryen.

The Father Above is known for being stern, but not unnecessarily so. He has a strong sense of justice, and considers it part of his duty to enact said judgment. At the same time, he's a protector, particularly of children. Aemond is similarly very reserved and righteous, but is deeply protective of children in every possible way (physically, but also mentally and emotionally).

The Mother- Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Mother Above is known for being very loving and merciful. She's strongly associated with families and motherhood. Rhaenyra is a kind parent who can sometimes coddle and shelter her children. She's probably the best example of a Targaryen parent who loves her children unconditionally. Despite initially being wary of motherhood, she genuinely comes to love the act of building her own family, her own little clan.

The Warrior- Daemon Targaryen.

The Warrior is a study of opposites. On the one hand, he is associated with the most violent aspects of humanity, such as bloodshed and battle. But on the other, he is also one of the most compassionate faces of the Seven. He is the one who brings peace to the souls of those slain in battle, and who comforts the grieving loved ones left behind. This suits Daemon so incredibly well; he encompasses both of these extremes perfectly. It's also very clear that he identifies himself as a protector of his family, in part specifically because of his battle prowess.

The Smith- Alicent Hightower.

The Smith is, at his core, the mender of broken things. His entire purpose is to fix, to repair, to heal. Because of this, he is associated with incredible inner strength and selflessness. Alicent spends her entire life desperately trying to solve the problems of everyone around her. She is a natural caretaker and feels personally responsible when members of her family are unhappy.

The Maid- Criston Cole.

The Maid is associated most strongly with innocence and virginity. She embodies the value of chastity, and is also connected to children and marriage. Criston is a very religious and conservative man who views everything through this lens of righteousness and purity. His downward spiral after he sleeps with Rhaenyra and his devotion to Alicent are both directly related to the violation or fulfillment of this value. He also falls very naturally into a nurturing and guiding role for Alicent's children.

The Crone- Helaena Targaryen.

The Crone is associated with unparalleled wisdom. She is the one who knows the path ahead, and guides those around her along that path. There is an element of mystery to her; the idea of forbidden or secret knowledge. Helaena, as a very powerful dragon dreamer, has access to information about the path ahead in a way that no other Targaryen does. And we see her use this knowledge to influence the directions of those around her, always trying to nudge them towards the right path.

The Stranger- Aegon Targaryen.

The Stranger is part of the Seven, but is simultaneously completely unique. Unlike the others, they have no gender, nor do they have a face. They are the outlier, and this makes them the patron saint of outcasts. They do not decide where the souls of the dead go, but they lead them to their final resting place. Aegon feels isolated from his family, as if he is the lone black sheep within the herd. He distances himself from the other members of his family, and from his Targaryen heritage. He wants to support his loved ones, but thinks it is no one's place to decide or influence another's path.

Hope this fulfilled your brainrot the way it did mine!

#ask #asks #answered #hotd #house of the dragon #stormbreak #fic: stormbreak #fic #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #criston cole #ser criston cole #helaena targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond #rhaenyra #daemon #alicent #criston #ser criston #helaena #aegon #aegon ii #aegon the elder #aemond one eye #faith of the seven

[vividwritinglove]

next door XV - a Pierre Gasly series

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pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: S to the M to the U to the T 🔥

word count: 2.7K

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You two spend most of the New Year's night on the dance floor or drinking at the bar. The champagne tastes particularly good to you today and Pierre also treats himself to another gin tonic. He knows that it is absolute poison for his body and would definitely regret it in the morning, but the carefree evening and especially the enormous selection of free drinks tempt both of you to get drunk.

You two are dancing close together, your back pressed against his chest. Pierre buries his face in the crook of your neck and you rub your butt sensually to the rhythm of the beat against his crotch. His hands wander over your hips and waist, his touches are almost greedy and he seems to forget about the other guests around you.

"Pierre...we're not alone..." you laugh tipsily and turn to face him. Your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands immediately settle on your butt, squeezing it tightly.

"I don't care..." he slurs and caresses your neck with many sloppy kisses, "Let them watch!".

You grin and enjoy his intimate touches. You actually didn't care if anyone was watching.

After a few minutes his touches become unbearable. Kissing you drag him out of the hall and staggering the way back to your bungalow. You can't remember the last time you had so much fun with a partner at a night out. Usually they all ended up in fights and tears.

By now you are barefoot and Pierre kindly carries your high heels. Also, he sings his favorite French songs to you. Not very good, but with full dedication. After each performance, you clap enthusiastically and reward him with hungry kisses, which he only loves to return.

The fresh air and the sea breezes are hitting the two of you, letting you only get drunker and thus the way back is dragged on unnecessarily. Over and over you two stop to kiss and touch each other intimately. The desire for each other is enormous. A few minutes later, you finally reach the bungalow, giggling and still slurring your words.

As soon as the door slams shut, he threw your pair of high heels aside and now you feel his hands moving over your body again. Kissing, you stagger further into the bedroom, your hands wander through his hair and Pierre pressing you against the large closet mirror. The cold glass in your back makes your mouth leave sweet moans. Reflexively, you pull his hair and make him look at you. You are already out of breath and your breathing only gets more violent when you feel his hand between your thighs.

"Oh, no panties?" he murmurs in your ear as his fingers gently roam over your mons veneris. He licks his lips with pleasure.

"The marks would’ve been visible through the dress..." you explain, panting, and longingly stretch your abdomen out to him. You want him to touch you so bad. Of course he follows your desire. He wants to fulfill you every wish. His fingers are tender and skillfully playing around your clit. Your grip in his hair becomes tighter and aroused you moan into his ear.

"I love the sounds you make." he breathes against your lips and kisses you passionately afterwards.

"You make me do this..."

He penetrates you with two of his fingers, only making you moan even more lustfully. It almost takes your breath away how incredibly talented he is with his fingers and finding your G-spot so effortlessly.

"I love the way you feel and get so incredibly wet."

His words make you groan more. Your eyes roll back into your head. Suddenly he withdraws his fingers and you look at him in frustration. You were about to cum and make your displeasure clear with a grumble and pouty lips. Pierre grins cheekily and licks off the two fingers that were just inside of you, „And especially how you taste.".

Your eyes grew wide at that sight. He's one big fucking tease.

"Fuck me..." you murmur and wanting to kiss him.

He pulls back and looks at you amused, „What was that?".

"I need you to fuck me!" you spat out almost angrily. Lust and alcohol speak out of you.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Greedily he presses a kiss on your lips and in the next moment he turns you towards the mirror. You support yourself with both hands on the glass and spread your legs a little further.

Pierre's hands move to the hem of your short dress and lift it up to your waist. Before he unbuckles his belt, he gives both your butt cheeks a good slap. You moan again and become more and more impatient. Your knees are already trembling with tension. The longing for a release was almost unbearable.

Pierre licks his fingers again and drives roughly through your wet folds. You whimper under his contact, "Pierre, please...".

"So nice when you beg for it."

He pushes your torso further forward, sideways you press your face against the glass of the mirror and watch him out of the corner of your eye.

He admires your ass, his handprints are visible on both cheeks, lovingly he rubs over the red skin before he slaps your cheeks again. A little distorted in pain you whine. However, the short pain drives your lust only more immeasurably. His look is animalistic, just this sight of him makes you almost cum.

And then he enters you without a warning. You cry out with pleasure and throw your head back. Immediately Pierre puts a hand around your neck. You knew that Pierre has a dominant side, he already showed that to you the last few times. But you've never seen him like this before. He's rough, rugged and wild - beyond comparison. His thrusts are ruthless and the pressure from his hand around your neck makes your blood boil. The thrill of him being in control of your air supply is becoming insane and his accent does the rest.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well..." he praises you. Your eyes roll back once again at his praise. You can't remember ever being so submissive during sex. But you like being dominated by Pierre, especially when you're rewarded like this.

You get closer to your longed orgasm and Pierre groans more often as well. With every thrust you seem to get tighter and additionally you squeeze your muscles to feel him intensely.

"So... fucking... tight..." he gasps between each thrust and kisses your shoulder. The rhythm becomes more irregular and together you climax.

Exhausted, Pierre pulls you to the bed and lets you fall on it. He does the same, but drops between your legs and lays his head on your belly. You close your eyes, smile happily to yourself and brush your hand through Pierre's hair. Satisfied, he hums. You become tired and gradually drift off to sleep.

"I love.." you sigh, barely audible, before falling asleep, being drunk in love.

Pierre lifts his head and looks up at you, he has to smile, "Je t'aime.".

~

The sun's rays fall on your face and gently wake you up. You stretch and look down at yourself. Pierre is still lying on your stomach between your legs, snoring lightly. He still has his shoes on, his pants hanging around his ankles, at least he managed to pull his boxers back up, before passing out on you. You lean on your elbows and as you move, Pierre wakes up as well. He squints his eyes because of the brightness and rolls off you. He looks at you with a sly smile, "Good morning, mon cœur."

"The first morning in the new year." you smile at him as well and lean over to kiss him lovingly, "Feel like breakfast?".

"Give me another hour..." he murmurs while unbuttoning his shirt, "As much as I love sleeping on you, my back is killing me right now!".

You help him undress until he's lying next to you in just his boxers.

"Okay, catch up on some sleep." you nod in agreement and kiss him again. Pierre snuggles into the soft pillows and falls asleep again shortly after. You watch him for a while before stripping out of your dress and removing your makeup in the bathroom, to take a refreshing shower.

In your bathrobe and your hair wrapped in a towel, you sit on the terrace and enjoy a cup of fresh and hot brewed coffee. Pierre has been sleeping for over an hour now, but in the meantime you had ordered breakfast in your bungalow and set the table for both of you. As you want to pour yourself a second cup, Pierre joins you on the terrace. His eyes still look sleepy, but the desire for a cup of coffee seemed to be greater. You quickly pour him one and with a grateful smile he takes it.

His gaze wanders over the lavishly set table. Everything that, he likes best for breakfast, he sees in front of him. He continues to smile gratefully at you as you take a bite of the fruit salad. In idyllic surroundings, you have breakfast in peace and talk about the upcoming Formula 1 season. The more you hear from Pierre or read about it yourself, the more you want to see the races live. Pierre's grin gets wider and wider. There's nothing he'd like more than to have you with him during the race weekends.

"I just need to check if I can work remotely.“ you say and take another sip from your coffee cup, „Only the media worries me a bit."

"It'll be fine. I'm with you."

You smile softly at him, get up from your chair and walk over to Pierre. He looks up at you and plays with the belt of your bathrobe, "Couldn't you have waited for me to shower?".

You shake your head and sit down on his lap, Pierre's hand uncovers your leg and strokes up from your knee to your thigh.

"After what you did to me yesterday?" you grin, kissing him softly.

"You can remember that, as drunk as you were?"

"Hey!" you play offended, "Of course I remember! Don't you?"

"I remember every little detail..." he sighs and brings your hand to his mouth to kiss it.

He wants to point out that you almost confessed your love to him yesterday. However, you don't respond to it. You were probably a little too drunk to remember it. Pierre watches you looking into the distance. He loves your side profile and can't help smiling.

"We'll be going home in 5 days..." you sigh and now look down at Pierre who is still looking at you in love, "At least with you."

You slightly bend down to him and give him a soft kiss on his lips.

"I have something else planned for us..." purrs Pierre against your lips.

"What's that?"

"Let me surprise you."

"Go on! Tell me!" you urge impatiently, flunking him.

He shakes his head in triumph, grinning so insolently. Quickly, he takes another look at his wristwatch, "We need to pack a bag."

He rises from his seat and with that you slide off his lap. You hate being in the unknown and sit down sulking in the chair he was sitting in before.

Pierre gets his weekender out of the closet and throws it on the bed. "We just need clothes for one overnight stay and don't forget the sunscreen!" he calls to you and goes into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You're annoyed, you have to know what's happening. Nothing is worse for you than to remain clueless. After a few minutes you pull yourself together and pack a few things for you.

"Do I need a fancy dress?" you call out to Pierre.

"No, only if you want to. But I wouldn't recommend it. Pack a bikini or two..."

Half an hour later, you're sitting on the bed, dressed and ready with the bag packed. You watch Pierre as he changes and hands you one or two of his things to pack into the bag as well. Quickly you put them in and close the bag again, before you are pulled up by Pierre, "Ready?".

"Of course not!" you murmur. How prepared can one be for a surprise?

Pierre locks the bungalow and together you walk to the beach.

"Now, tell me what you have planned!" you demand impatiently.

"You'll see in a moment." he smiles and points to the jetty that is still a few meters away from you, "I hope you're not seasick.".

A small yacht drifts on the turquoise water. Incredulous you look at him, "You can't be serious!".

You rejoice and jump around Pierre's neck. You've always wanted to go on a yacht and now you'd even spend a night on one. Pierre is glad that you like his idea and he enjoys your happiness about the successful surprise.

A few moments later the two of you go on board. Pierre is briefly introduced by the staff of the yacht rental and you take the bag below deck. It's small, but that makes it cozy and above all it’s very luxurious. When you come back up, Pierre starts the engine. The staff leaves and you start your little trip on the water.

Sovereign Pierre steers the yacht over the Mexican waters. You watch him and find it incredibly sexy how concentrated he is. There are no other boats on the water and you and Pierre have the feeling to be the only people in the world. A peaceful and happy feeling. Pierre heads for a small bay and anchors there. The water is so clear and offers you the most beautiful view you have ever seen.

"I could use a cool down," Pierre suggests, slipping his shirt over his head. You nod in agreement and strip down to your bikini as well. Pierre stands on the bathing platform and offers you his hand. Smiling, you take it and together you jump into the cool and refreshing water. You swim, romp around and splash each other with water. Pierre pulls you to him and you wrap your legs around his middle, with your hands you keep yourself above water. Pierre does the same. You look at him intensely, his eyes are as blue as the ocean. It is not difficult to lose yourself in them. They radiate peace and strength, give you the necessary constancy you need in your life.

By now you can't deny it: You have fallen head over heels in love with Pierre Gasly. Faster than you'd actually like. You press your lips to his with longing. Pierre intensifies the kiss by nudging your teeth with his tongue so that you allow him to enter your mouth. After a while you separate from him, "I have to get out of the water. Otherwise I'll get all wrinkly." you laugh.

Together you swim back to the yacht and you hoist yourself back onto the swim platform. Pierre stays in the water for a while. Since he skipped his workout this morning, he decides to do a little more crawling to at least get some exercise. You, on the other hand, sunbathe on the platform and let the hot sun dry you up.

Pierre watches you and admires your body. How the water drops glisten on your tanned skin. How incredibly perfect the fabric of the white bikini hugs your breasts and hips. How naturally beautiful you are. Pierre swims back towards you, you sit up and pull out your cell phone. As he lifts himself out of the water, you snap the perfect shot of him. You grin at the sight of your masterpiece. The wet hair sticking to his forehead, his mischievous grin, his muscles so broad and present and especially his cross necklace that simply stands out. He stands over you and shakes his hair, so that a few drops of water land on you.

"Hey..." you protest and let him pull you up to him. He hugs you so that you are completely wet again, "Oh Pierre, I just became dry!".

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're really wet later." Grinning you shake your head, he is just outrageous.

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#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly smut

[ihopesocomic]

I think what's also important to point out is that you're both making IHS for a completely different demographic from MP? Not that MP really succeeded at being an "adult series" but making a PG-13 comic means that some things have to be condensed and simplified for your child readers so it's easy for them to follow and understand. Hope I'm not coming across as too patronizing, I just think the way that IHS's storytelling appeals to both minors AND adults rather one camp is its main strength.

I think there's two important things to note here:

I feel My Pride opted to describe itself as "not for children" because it felt that working off that disclaimer meant the show could be unnecessarily violent and depressing. We've had fans use it as a defence for the show's bad writing before (even though a lot of the fans are obviously minors lol) and yeah no, that's not how "adult animation" works. There still needs to be a method and a reasoning behind these things. Not to mention that the bobblehead trigger warnings before each episode were easily one of the most insultingly childish things I have ever had to sit through. Your animation is supposedly for adults and yet you seriously have the characters being all 'so if you don't have a mane as big as mine, you shouldn't be here!" and "cubs: stay out!" like some Dora the Explorer shit? Honestly: get real. It's also incredibly irresponsible to present trigger warnings as these "tee hee funny" segments. Really shows how they had no idea what kind of audience they were presenting this show to and were just using the "it's not for children1!1!" route as a cop out.

Children's media can still be relatively mature. There are plenty of examples out there, some of which inspired this comic. There's just a limit to these things and I think people can make obvious guesses on what these limits are based on how we've ran this blog and shot certain things down. However, our comic still handles subjects that you would view as quite "adult", such as abuse and grief. Because children deserve to be taken seriously. It's because children - particularly teenagers - aren't unintelligent. They can pick up on things quick and understand certain mature aspects, mainly because some have experienced/are experiencing the same things that Hope and the other characters are experiencing in the comic. It's about your writing relating to your audience as well as trying to keep their sensitivities in mind, and this goes for media for adults as well as children. You don't suddenly stop having triggers once you're 18, unfortunately.

So, yeah, while I get what you're saying, anon, and I appreciate it, I don't want us to use our PG-13 rating as a reasoning behind our storytelling. We've already stated why our villains are written the way they are, after all. Because trying to make every single villain in media "sympathetic" is becoming a bit of mishandled curse and we don't want it to apply to all of our antagonists. It's completely doable to make your villains complex AND unsympathetic. - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff

[mortalfollies]

First Time Watches of 2023 (3/3)

SILENT NIGHT - The idea of a Christmas apocalypse film where everyone dies was immediately appealing to my mother and I because our family sucks. That Jojo Rabbit kid is fucking stellar, made me sob.

THE THING - practical effects 💖. Just such a solid film, again another tumblr recommendation I really wanted to tick off, the descent into distrust, the tension, the stakes, sexy Kurt Russell; yeah, 10/10.

LADYHAWKE - Everything about this was made for me except for that excruciatingly 80s score - get that sound outta here! Matthew Broderick is incredibly endearing as Phillipe “the mouse”, i absolutely adore him. The curse is brilliant - and hell, that scene with the transformation as they lie beside each other - MAN! I just wish that instead of telling us about the priest’s curse, and him summoning the devil or whatever, we’d been able to see it. Even if it had just been shadows on the wall, or a semi-animated sequence - would’ve added a little extra.

TREASURE PLANET - My friend Hannah had recommended this to me a decade ago and I’m very sorry it took a literal decade to get to it. The most I knew about Jim Hawkins was that people that made non/disney amvs back in the 2000s/2010s shipped him with Ariel, those Jelsa bitches don’t even know how bad it was. Anyway, this film was gorgeous, oh my god? And while I hate “I need a father figure” plots this one was well-written and genuinely moving. Great ensemble, tho the robot played by Martin Short feels unnecessarily jammed in.

THE LION IN WINTER - Numerous mutuals have posted about this; god, I’m so glad. This was another one I picked up a DVD of in my favourite antique place. KATHERINE HEPBURN. is everything. This whole thing was…insane…Shakespearean delivery for dialogue that is 90% fitting and then 10% bizarre. Timothy Dalton hot asf. Anthony Hopkins really using his eyes. All the Eleanor & Henry scenes are of course, absolute highlights - i love it when people just lie to each other, and between all of that, reveal their devastating truths - but what struck me most, and has stayed with me, is the three princes locked in the dark dungeon, reduced to little boys by the violent whims of their father & the schemes of their mother. a manipulator, a warrior, and, well, john, utterly powerless. Bizarre & entertaining.

THE BOY AND THE HERON - Saw this today, it was visually stunning; Mahito is a strong character and his VA is great; Mark Hamill delivers, but Christian Bale is wobbly, his accent fluctuating. The character of the Heron is a real highlight and wow, kudos to RPats. Love the world this film creates. Kiriko is my new fave ghibli woman. Dreamlike, mournful, fantastical, tugs on the heartstrings, enjoyable but actually made me appreciate Spirited Away more, which has never been one of my favourites but now I really wanna rewatch. Spoiler, btw, if you’re like that: when the tower started crumbling I started welling up because it just felt like a goodbye from Miyazaki, and I don’t even idolise him; it just really feels like his heart, and the heart of all the animators, was in this, and by god I appreciate that.

oh and a shout out to john wick 4, the peter cushing version of dracula, puss in boots the last wish & spiderverse 2, which were all pretty great! I have had a great time with movies this year.

#films #folly’s follies #yeah i copy pasted a couple of my letterboxed reviews thru out this #anyway! that’s my uh top 16 films of 2023 lol

[nobodieshero-main]

CASTING - healing

While they often find themselves more proficient in certain areas, healing through magic is an inherent ability that all casters have, with or without training.

Any caster can heal as long as they have the intention and the dust level (magical battery power), so even when running on fumes they should be able to perform basic first aid.

So why isn't it a common practice?

And, secondly, why do casters go through such thorough training in order to become a healer?

The short answer is: the potential damage magical healing is capable of.

INJURIES

Healing, in any capacity, is a delicate business.

Casters don't technically need any form of medical knowledge prior to healing, but it definitely helps, the same as any non-magical form of aid.

Let's say, someone has broken their leg after a fall. A caster can put their hands on the injured leg and heal it in seconds but do they know that the bone was in the right place? Do they know how much power to put behind it, so that they are only healing the break and not accidentally erasing tattoo's or piercing holes? Do they know how much energy the healing requires, so that they aren't burning through their stardust unnecessarily?

Often, the answer is no. At the most, it's a hesitant maybe.

Now let's say, the bone was actually broken because the patient unknowingly has a rare bone disease that makes them brittle and thus more susceptible to breaking. The caster has fixed the break and possibly strengthened the bone in the process, but without knowing the real cause it's similar to putting a salve on a tumour.

What's worse is that by "curing" what is essentially a symptom of a bigger problem, they have now erased any warning signs that a trained healer would have checked for, and the illness can easily grow much worse before any attention is brought to it.

It is a common phrase in casting schools that "just because you can sew, does not mean you know how to suture."

And that's only the physical side of things.

The potential psychological damage that could be born from having a violent injury healed with no physical evidence of it ever occurring is not something most casters want to be responsible for.

You do not forget having your torso ripped open, and it can feel incredibly disorienting to have no way to prove the trauma you have been through to others who were not there. The phantom feeling of claws or steel with only unmarred skin to show for it, the nightmares that haunt the mind while the body shows a clean canvas.

Trained healers, however, are capable of healing mortal wounds without erasing them entirely.

Any average caster can, and likely will, keep a friend in stable condition were they to find them gravely injured, but it's incredibly rare for the caster to make any moves towards proper healing if they lack the training. Some of the more dramatic casters will even prefer to leave their friend to die, rather than live with the repercussions of faulty healing.

ILLNESS

Healing illnesses through magic is possibly more risky than healing injuries, as it is a much more finnicky practice.

For one, they have to reach much deeper into the body, and have to be a hundred times more careful about what their magic touches.

For another, casters don't aim to cure illnesses through magic; they merely act as a sort of immune booster, working with the body instead of just taking over and doing the work themselves. Erasing an illness entirely, rather than giving the body the strength to fight it itself, can have a dangerous impact on the patient.

Magical healing, when done wrong, can reset the immune system entirely, flushing out any and all memory of previous infections and illnesses that it had learned to heal on it's own. This makes the person twice as vulnerable to germs and viruses, and pushes them much closer to dying as a result of those things.

Casters have also deemed it dangerous for people to become reliant on magic to cure them, making them wary of tackling such complicated healing without the training to back it up.

Similarly to working with injuries, an average caster can instead stabilise and care for an ill friend in the same was as non-casters, but may use the help of their magic to, for example, keep a cloth damp or make a bed more comfortable.

#wordlbuilding #casters

[capybaraonabicycle]

Do River for the Character bingo? <3 <3

You are spoiling me, love 🥰 No, honestly, I feel like 'loving River' has become my one recognisable character trait on here. But it's not like I mind, so -

Anyway, loved doing this and I can neither decide nor shut up, so I will explain some things under the cut :)

Also, I got a bingo!

So, about preferring fanon and handling her differently. Listen, I love her (this is probably obvious), I love her arc and I think a lot of things people critisise about her storyline can be resolved by telling them 'try watching it backwards, then we can talk'. And so much about it was SO GOOD. Like really, she is THE character for me. I love when things are unnecessarily complicated, I loved 'doomed from the start' storylines, I love badass women. River was made specifically for my tastes.

But, obviously, there are some things in there that annoy me immensely. Some of them - being uploaded into the library being portrayed as a 'happy end' f.ex. - I can still appreciate (this one mostly because of big finish pointing out how cruel a fate it actually is, her referring to it briefly in the series 7 finale and that Moffat-doctor-moon-theory). Others - f.ex. most of 'Let's kill Hitler' aka us not getting to know Mels before, the whole transformation from brainwashed killer to ally being rushed, her making the Doctor the center of her life before really knowing him (although I kinda like that because I am convinced it was at least 80% about spiting Kovarian) - not so much.

And then fanon has given me a ton of spacewives-content and I am still incredibly salty the tv-show missed that opportunity.

But on the other hand fanon's interpretation can be very annoying, too. People making her into a beautiful, skinny, young woman with hearteyes for the Doctor, mostly. People forgetting about the trauma or the fact that she is a very dangerous killer with highly dubious morals. People making her meet Kovarian again (no, actually, I do love this one but it pains me immensely everytime. And yes Kovarian is the reason I ticked the 'violent urges' box).

Also, one comment on the 'has done nothing wrong' box, because it relates to this: River has done so much wrong in her life and I love that and I hate when people forget about it. But also I will absolutely excuse any murder/theft/manipulation/... because if she did it? She was right to do so.

And I didn't tick the 'based' box because I don't understand what that is.

#river song #thank you for the ask!

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

The Hardest Thing was the hardest series finale to watch, and I don’t think people are taking it seriously

This is a perfunctory piece, I will have more words on this later.

What upset me so much wasn’t just the friends drifting apart, it was the found families being violently and mercilessly ripped apart. It felt incredibly mean, upsetting, insulting, and hurtful, and I am deeply distressed that so few people seem to be taking it seriously. This show focuses so heavily on found family, and then it felt like it proceeds to turn around and insult it.

From a writing perspective, it was inappropriate. It was unnecessarily traumatic. It had very upsetting implications about found families. The word “realism” is overused far too often. It appears to suffer from serious homophobic and bigoted corporate interference. The theme of change, and the themes of the show overall are undermined by the dramatic and bitter writing choices made for the ending. This finale was deeply upsetting and sad, and I’m not sure I can watch the show again.

I will say that the rest of the episode, while not perfect, was adequate. It was the last five minutes that were the problem. If the show had ended with the girls leaving, that would have prevented a lot of pain and hurt. Yet it didn’t. Instead, we are treated to them being permanently cut off for a decade. That implication is incredibly upsetting and hurtful.

The weeks surrounding the finale were the two worst weeks of my life. And Amphibia became one of the factors. There was serious emotional upheaval in my life, several extreme emotional catastrophes, and this finale cut very, very deep. I was going through many life changes, and this stabbed me in every single one of the most vulnerable places I had right then; leaving a familiar place, loss, graduation, and age. Every single button they could have possibly pushed was hit with a hammer. I am very sad and very upset about this even weeks later, and nothing I can do mentally seems to fix it.

One of the show’s appeals in my mind is that it subverts typical tropes, and takes trauma seriously, that we see people reacting to these things that in other stories would be glossed over. That’s kind of the point of Marcy’s arc. What we get in the finale feels very different from everything we’ve seen in the show.

It felt like the show was betraying its themes, and all the people felt really out of character to me. There is no way that these characters would accept the ending that they got, there is no way they would accept being torn apart again. The Guardian should have been the ultimate evil, or at least, something for Anne to fight against, that it would propose a traditional cutoff ending, and that she and the family would defy it. Instead she and the gang accept it happily, in a bittersweet ending that’s meant to be heartwarming but has only served to make me feel grief, because I felt insulted as a member of a found family.

This finale insults found families in the worst way possible; it feels as if they are saying found families are temporary.  I felt insulted by this ending, I never expected my comfort show to come across like this. It felt to me like it was saying that found family is temporary and will inevitably drift apart. It feels like its saying biological families are more important somehow, that found families are somehow lesser or temporary. And that feels like a betrayal of the entire show’s message. Everyone came together, the found families reunited, the best friends joined back together, just in time to be violently ripped apart forever.  I am a second generation member of a found family. I come from a found family that has stayed together for over thirty years, and I have only existed for 2/3rds of that. As someone over eighteen, I am affected by this, and I can’t imagine what this might be doing to children watching, especially those who have lost loved ones to the pandemic. Most of all, those with found families, or with gay parents. They have just been told that their families aren’t permanent, and that they will drift apart. And further, that their close friends, who stuck through them through thick and thin, will be dragged away by their biological families.

I am upset that Marcy went back with her parents, that Sasha went back with her parents, and that the trio drifted away, even if it was "only" for ten years. I enjoy that they still had a connection, and that they almost certainly became a poly trio, but that doesn't help much. I like that they still have a connection, and that there might even be the implication that they could go back some day, but I'm still pretty upset. It's not just the friendship I'm concerned about, I'm upset because found families shouldn't get broken up.

I am almost positive (and desperately hoping) that Disney forced them to tone it down after True Colors. Considering how the Owl House was sabotaged, and how True Colors got delayed and leaked in the same day, we can be sure there was definitely something going on behind the scenes. Delays on short notice like True Colors is something that rarely happens in TV. It costs NBC six million dollars to pull the plug on a live broadcast, so it cost them money to delay True Colors. It was probably a warning as well as a practical measure, and so I'm guessing Amphibia was forced to play ball and tone it down.

I also believe half of the ending was Disney "degayifying" things. Given the sabotage, and what happened to the Owl House, and how we got it pretty much confirmed that's what happened in the last year, this is almost certainly something that happened. We never got an answer to why Anne was blushing in that episode when she was talking to Marcy. The one confirmed lesbian couple aside from the newt moms made a non-speaking reappearance in All In, after not appearing for most of the season. I'm fairly certain Marcy's line about "I wish I had gotten to know you better" to Olivia and Yunan was shade at Disney similar to the Owl House episode the previous night. I'm positive Disney must've told them to not keep them on screen together very much. The fact that they can't even have them say out loud they're a couple is pretty messed up. She was the only one who didn’t seem to get a proper found family, and everything pointed to Yunan and Olivia being the new found family, and it’s incredibly awful to keep Andrias as her sole connection. The two she had the most connection with by the finale were Yunan and Olivia.

 I am happy that Olivia and Yunan are a canon couple, and yet I can’t think about that last scene of them without thinking of Marcy, and how she should have been with them. It’s very upsetting. She deserved better than that, and what the show gave her. Marcy has to go back to her miserable home with her terrible parents, and I can’t help but think that Olivia and Yunan wouldn’t be able to get over it either.

Disney is fine with killing parents, they're not okay with breaking up even abusive families, or with letting two lesbian moms adopt a kid. Found families are typically associated with LGBT families, not to mention the US still has a terrible problem with kids being adopted. Up until the 80s it wasn't even something you said out loud, it could be a scandal if someone was adopted. So it's very easy to see Disney execs telling them to not have Marcy and her newt moms hang out. In Deep Space Nine in the 90s, the execs once told the writers to literally stop putting Julian Bashir and Garak together in scenes because the chemistry was so powerful. Oh, and the actors literally asked "so what, we're Star Trek's first gay couple?" Those same kind of execs are almost certainly still in charge, the old fossils.

I’m positive executive meddling was at work here, or I’m desperately hoping so. The sort of trauma in season 3 that the show has dealt with before in season 2 wasn't properly addressed, like Marcy sobbing as she got stabbed through the chest, or screaming as she's getting possessed by an eldritch demon. This is in contrast with how we had Anne dealing with Hop Pop's betrayal, with Sasha dealing with her issues with Anne(or not dealing with them), or both of them angsting over Marcy's behavior. Marcy got some, yeah, but she also got a seriously short end of the stick. We also never saw Sasha and Marcy's parents, despite some heavy implications.

My favorite character is Marcy, and her treatment felt incredibly hurtful. She’s one of the best sources of representation for me as a neurodivergent and a disabled person, and all of that is glossed over. I’ve seen a few people online agree with me. Her injuries are ignored and glossed over, as is her trauma. Despite being the “heart” of the show, she gets the short end of the stick.

Make no mistake, Marcy and Sasha’s families were awful. This is not inference, this is not subtext. Literally everything we are told about their families indicates that.

It's just so sad for Marcy that she got the short end of the stick. She barely got any time with a found family of any kind. Her surrogate dad is a man who literally tried to kill her, and indeed stabbed her, she spends time as a meat puppet to an eldritch horror, she went back with her implied to be abusive family, and the horrible thing she expected to happen happened. She moved away, and she didn't talk much with her friends for ten years. I suppose there's an implication that they at least maintained contact, and I know they reunite, and they're able to slide back in. There's a few people I know who I can just do that with. And I know the theme, yet it's still so utterly depressing and sad that she had to grow up like that, alone with her awful parents.

Her entire story starting off the show wasn't just about the moving. That's an emotional thing already, but her parents were terrible beyond that. She did not grow up in a good home. The box seems like an impulsive decision, but in True Colors she uses language and phrases that sound like she's parroting her parents, saying “I gave you all this” and stuff like that. She seems to value her friends more than she values her family. Anne's family keeps her favorite ice cream at her house, suggesting she spent more time at Anne’s place than anywhere else.

Kids don't run away to a fantasy land and have little interest in seeing their parents again if they're from a healthy and relatively happy family.  And they certainly don't have that reaction just because the parents wanted to move. Sometimes the emotional and verbal abuse leaves deeper scars. Even college students get homesick and miss their parents. So a person showing little to no signs of that, especially a child means something is very wrong. Not to mention, the tones of voice her parents were trying to use to calm their emotionally-distraught daughter weren’t what I’d call acceptable. It feels incredibly upsetting to me to see my favorite character, who I relate to the most, and who I want to see represent me, be constantly given the short end of the stick, be shown little in the way of trauma recovery/confrontation, or have any consequences for the injuries she goes through. 

Sasha certainly didn’t grow up in a good home either, considering her control issues, and there can be lots of different kinds of poor family environments. I just think that her parents were of the more neglectful and/or controlling type. She doesn’t show too much love for her parents, but she also buries her emotions and makes this difficult to gauge. Marcy’s family was not straight-up physically abusive, I think she’s the one of the three who has the closest thing to a traditionally abusive household.

I don't even have to make estimates, or use psychology to analyze the patterns of abuse depicted in this show. I just have to literally use the evidence in the show. Anne is the only one who wants to see her parents again, she is the only one who wants to go home and has fond memories of her mom. Marcy never mentions her parents. Sasha's control issues("If I'm not in control I lose my mind!"), like Marcy's language, seem to stem from parroting her parents. Sasha is also dealing with her parents that she cares so little for, when she tried to send Anne back to Earth, she openly said "say hi to your parents for me". She never mentions her parents ever.

Grime is a father figure of sorts for Sasha, despite a bumpy road. It is very clearly asserted that Olivia was a mother figure for Marcy, and Yunan could slide in pretty easily, heck, she does in the last episode! And we know Anne, her parents, and the Plantars integrated extremely well. So seeing the found families form these extremely strong bonds only to have them be cut off like this is upsetting.

It's terrible Sasha had to go back with her parents, and it's really, really sad to me that Marcy had to grow up with her awful parents, rather than allow her to be adopted by her newt moms. She means a lot to me emotionally as a character, and I'm upset at what happened. It's really sad that they broke up the found families, especially as to me it feels like it defeats a lot of the themes of the show. And ten years...I come from the second generation of a found family, with many LGBT members, so this cut really deep to me personally.

I thought we were going to have a trope subversion or something. Amphibia is pretty good about that, so I didn't expect to see a standard issue portal closure ending. I mean having modern Earth appear at all in this kind of story, let alone government intervention and a pitched battle in downtown Los Angeles, is next to impossible to find in this genre. I thought the portal closure was going to be a fakeout. Having some kind of travel between the worlds would be nice. I am well aware of how Gravity Falls ended, but that wasn't the same thing. One cannot compare them. I realize how many of the themes can be interpreted as being about growing up, and at the same time, "leaving childhood friends behind" was the phrase that completely destroyed Amphibia, and shutting down multiverse travel was something else that came from a pretty biased source.

I'm also aware of the realism arguments people bring up, about how friends can drift apart. Yes, that can happen, and I find it strange that this is the case under these circumstances. Most people will defend it as being “realistic”, that loss is expected in these scenarios, that nothing lasts forever, etc. That may be true, and yet I can’t help feeling hurt. There is no positive feeling for me. This finale wants to be heartwarming, but all I can feel is grief, because it feels like it is throwing out all the themes it spent the last three years building. And it’s not realistic. You can’t cherry-pick realism like this. If this were realistic, they’d stick together, because they’re the only people they can relate to. Because their families were so violently torn apart, there are only two other people on Earth each of the girls can relate to. There is no way they would drift apart like this. After WWI, soldiers couldn’t relate to civilians, but they could meet other veterans, total strangers on the street and share a beer with them, because they understood what they were going through.

I've heard theories like the show creator basing it too much off his own experience, or perhaps that he wrote it down before certain factors were developed. Considering the sabotage and the experience Owl House has had, not to mention the bad marketing for both of them, I'm fairly certain there was heavy executive meddling.

I've been staying off of most social media because this utterly destroyed me. It cut really deep and it's making my daily life hard at the moment.

And I’m really upset because I feel like the journal coming out soon will do the same thing, and gloss over Marcy’s injuries again.  I’ve seen other Amphibia fans who are disabled be mad at some of the language we’ve seen already.

This was incredibly upsetting for me, this was the most upsetting series finale I have seen in my life, and I am incredibly disturbed that few people in the fandom are taking it seriously. This was my comfort show, and I can’t look at it anymore without feeling this awful. I felt insulted as a member of a found family, as a neurodivergent person, as a disabled person.

These are my preliminary thoughts. It’s a bit of a mess. I’m just posting my initial thoughts now because I am angry and hurt. I am desperately hoping Marcy’s Journal isn’t as problematic as it seems, and that it can solve some of these problems, but my heart sinks at what I’ve seen so far. 

I hope someone can take this seriously.

#amphibia #amphibia season 3 #amphibia season 3 spoilers #Amphibia Spoilers #the hardest thing #Upsetting episode of a favorite show #im sad and angry

[herofics]

Hi! I'm a little curious if you would write Sero, Iida, and Denki (separately) comforting their ftm s/o after being mis-gendered by the same person that just won't leave them alone (little bit of a self insert there)

Btw if you don’t know about @peterokii I recommend checking them out. They’ve got some very nice trans Sero and Todoroki art among others. I have older requests to do, but this seemed like a quick on to write so I just did it

~Kaminari Denki~

•Kaminari is threatening to fry them, because he hates to see you upset and he hates when people are asshats on purpose

•He isn’t a violent person by any means and he wouldn’t hurt anyone unnecessarily of course

•He does not for the life of him understand why some people have so little respect for people who differ from their definition of “normal”

•Kaminari loves you so much, and he would take all your hurt away if he could, but he can’t so he does his best to make you feel better

~Sero Hanta~

•Sero wants to give the person who upset you a piece of his mind, and maybe tape them to a wall and leave them there so they’ll learn their lesson

•Sero just hugs you and tells you that you can talk to him any time about anything

•He would probably actually go tape the person to a wall and leave a sign that says “asshole” on them or something like that

•You get all the comfort cuddles you want and he will make sure to make you feel valid and loved

•He hates seeing you upset, and he has a hard time understanding why people are so shitty about something like that

~Iida Tenya~

•Iida is a bit on the intimidating side, at least in my opinion so no one really messes with you when he’s around

•Anyway, when you meet him at lunch and you seem upset, he asks what’s wrong

•You tell him, trying to shrug it off, even though it obviously bothers you a lot

•Iida is pissed and asks if it’s the same person who’s been bothering you lately

•You tell him yes and he tells you he would like to have a little talk with them

•You don’t want to get anyone in trouble, even though misgendering someone on purpose is incredibly shitty, so you make him swear not to tell any teachers

•I feel like Iida giving someone a lecture is very effective, and I don’t think anyone would dare to bother you again after that

•He is very affirming of your gender identity in general and he loves you just as you are

•He will not let anyone get away with being mean to you, obviously he doesn’t go around beating people up, he just tells them how shitty they’re acting and they better not do it again

#bnha #mha #sero hanta #iida tenya #kaminari denki #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #comfort #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

When the police try to find Melon and think telling the media about him, the minister says "wait a minute, it could give problem to carni/herbi hybrids" because he think that the fear that Melon will create will result in lynching, rejections, stigmatisations and even worse for Hybrids. And a lot of them could be still children. The Minister fears a violente reaction toward them, but Yahya understands that decision like "we want to keep the things politically correct" because he's too biaised.

I don't think the minister of Beast Harmony was so specific with their wording, but they did say something similar.

This is from Ch. 126 of the translated manga online!

— Psychic

context

The different police teams are meeting to discuss how to track down Melon. Since he's a hybrid, there's been slower progress than usual.

Due to the slow progress, the police chief suggests that they report of Melon’s existence to the authorities.

for the consideration of society

And, here's the panel I believe anon was referencing.

(Very ironic for the police chief to claim that the Beast Harmony ministry hides too much when the chief was literally asking for Yahya’s help in deciding what predation cases to censor.)

But, the Minister of Beast Harmony is right here. It would be incredibly irresponsible to handle a hybrid by giving the information to the media. Hybrids already have it difficult enough; there's no need to stoke the flame unnecessarily.

Even though the lighting makes the Minister of Beast Harmony look almost sinister ... there isn't really an issue with what he is saying.

As a matter of fact, we saw the Minister of Beast Harmony just last chapter (Ch. 125):

consideration’s the (key) word

Yahya’s frustration with the police service means that he reads the Minister’s plea for consideration as (like what the anon said) “Hey, let's keep things politically correct around here”.

As we see, Yahya is so annoyed with everything (heaven forbid the Beast Harmony ministry, as peacekeepers, have to try to keep the peace) that he storms off — disconnecting himself from listening in further on the police meeting.

#beastars #ask #beastars yahya / yafya

[swamp-spirit]

Petty hot takes on My Hero Academia X One Piece crossover. If you write the Strawhats as MHA heroes, and you don’t make the ways in which that goes against their character a core narrative tension, I don’t feel like you’ve paid attention to either series. (note, this is a bit hard on MHA)

The two series’ have wildly different relationships with authority.

I see a lot of modern AUs in general be like “well, it’s still the Strawhats, but it’s the modern world, so they don’t do pirate shit”, but like... they are selfish characters. And not in a bad way! They have moral values, but Luffy’s core goal is to be able to do what he wants, free of constraints. Each Strawhat has a personal sense of morality, and even though they differ, each crew member is allowed to follow it. Nami believes you should fight to stay alive, even when it’s messy, while Zoro would rather die than compromise his beliefs. Both of those have consequences, but neither of them are shown to be wrong.

The Hero system isn’t as corrupt as the Marines. For example, they don’t actively protect slavers, but my biggest issue with MHA is that the flaws in the system are never fully explored. There’s almost no vigilantes (and even in the ‘vigilante’s’ spin-off, the reasons for becoming vigilantes are pretty light. The main character wasn’t forced out of the hero system by the canonically prevelent bigotry, he just missed the exam because he was Too Heroic), and though Horikoshi acknowledges that many of the villains were driven into it by circumstance, most of them are also unnecessarily violent people whose path to redemption is shown as being within the system. The enemy is never the base social corruption where you can only express your natural abilities by becoming government approved law enforcement. Honestly, the main reason I don’t keep up with MHA a lot is that I got increasingly disappointed with the series failing to follow through on the social issues it tried to address. Once Izuku stops being quirkless, the systematic cruelty he endured becomes a backstory element, not a core part of his world. Good people are those that believe the system can work, bad people are those that have given up on it, and need to be given the faith and support to once again Rejoin The Good Side.

One Piece isn’t flawless, or even necessarily less flawed than MHA, but it has a much more nuanced (in my opinion) view on corrupt institutions. There are many good marines, probably more good marines than good pirates, but even the best has to choose between betraying their institution or betraying their morals. Pirates don’t. Koby goes in an idealist who sees the marines as heroes, and is nearly killed by a superior officer for his empathy. Garp, Fujitora, and Smoker’s best traits often revolve around their ability to do the right thing, even if it goes against their orders.

Characters often slip between antagonist and ally not because they’ve changed, but based on convenience. People who genuinely tried to kill the crew will come to dinner the next week. Genuinely good people can be out to kill the protagonists because it matches their own sense of what is right.

The fact that Horikoshi wrote a One Piece crossover, and the 1A students just... turned themselves in to Impel Down immediately was the most hilariously Horikoshi has ever shown his whole ass. I know it was a joke, but he literally had his protagonist turn himself in to the torture prison run by a pro-slavery government because Being A Pirate Is Illegal. 

I’ve seen a few AUs where all the ‘good pirates’ (Shanks, Luffy, Whitebeard etc) work as heroes, and all the ‘bad pirates’  (Kaido, Doflamingo, Black-Beard) work as villains, but baby, they’re all villains. In My Hero

Hero - Use your powers for law-enforcement and disaster relief with a license

Vigilante - Use your powers for public good without a license

Villain - Use your powers for personal gain without a license

I’m not saying the Strawhats don’t do incredibly heroic things, but if Luffy was willing to tie himself to a questionable system to fight for good, he’d be a marine. Hell, if he wanted to just fight for good, he’d be a revolutionary. The Strawhats steal, run cons, kill, and are happy to ignore problems until somebody they like is involved. 

A MHA!Brand Hero Monkey D. Luffy isn’t free. He needs to keep up a press appearance, be told which fights are his, and not punch Endeavor. He needs to go to school for years to get official permission to use his powers at all, both to help people, and to live his life.

I can see Usopp and maybe Franky and Chopper as starting out as heroes, and Zoro starting as a vigilante, but Luffy was raised by bandits and has been doing crime since his law-enforcement grandfather threw him into the woods for being too pumped about becoming a criminal.

But it also bugs me because even in MHA, heroes aren’t all good people. A lot of the One Piece villains would happily become heroes. Is Big Mom gonna become a government crime fighter? Unlikely. She has a great time being evil. But would Doflamingo choose the power and prestige and keep his worse side working through an offshore bank account? Absolutely. 

The Strawhats aren’t the Justice League, and they certainly aren’t the Government Sponsored Justice League, but they are the Leverage crew.

Anyway, that’s my long winded opinion about a specific shounen crossover. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#one piece #sorry for this petty bullshit

[cdyssey]

Beginnings, Ch. 3 (”Care”)

Summary: Mallory and Brianna try to convince their Grace to go to the doctor after her near-electrocution.

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Their collective children want them to go to the hospital to get checked out after nearly being electrocuted.

They all care so much.

It’s frankly annoying sometimes.

“Oh, fuck you all sideways,” Grace sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She exchanges glares like bullets with each of the four kids and hopes that her violent intention strikes home. “We were only out cold for a few seconds.”

“Yeah, but you two were nearly electrocuted,” Bud says, emphasizing their near cause of death with an eye roll that quite plainly says, Do I need to explain this like you’re twelve? “We saw sparks and everything.”

“And smelled your burnt martini too.” Brianna crinkles her nose like this is the most distressing part of her mother’s near-death experience.

“Very unpleasant,” Coyote chimes in unnecessarily.

“Which is why you two are either going to voluntarily get into a car so we can drive your asses to the ER,” Mallory rounds them out, exactly mirroring her mother’s angry pose, “or we’ll call an ambulance and happily have you carted there anyway. Your choice. The easy way or the hard way."

They all look entirely too pleased with themselves for mounting what they think is an impregnable defense; Grace scowls so severely in response that she might just reverse her last face lift.

“Hah. You try getting that one into an ambulance,” she mutters, jerking a thumb towards Frankie. She’s standing a little ways away, talking to Sol and Robert, gesticulating playfully with her hands. The sea breeze pulls its fingers through her unruly hair and dances through the loose fabric of her dress.

Grace feels an inexplicable pang at this image—sharp, almost sickening—and she knows it has nothing to do with their fussy ex-husbands and everything to do with the all-consuming anxiety of being apart from Frankie.

Even for a minute.

Even for a moment.

She was slated to die today after all.

Agnes confirmed as much, an ancient sadness in her blue eyes. Dying was apparently as bureaucratic as a bank ledger, with souls who were scheduled to kick the bucket itemized on a long list. And Frankie's name had been written there—almost in stone—her death predicted by a scarily accurate psychic three months ago to the day.

But having reinscribed their fates with a stamp, now they’re both here, miraculously blessed with more time, and Grace doesn’t want to spend another second of her life without Frankie. She knows how precious it all is, terrifyingly aware of how quickly it could just disappear.

She also knows how ridiculous her feelings are—clingy, selfish, and horribly obsessive. The logical nature of brain understands that she’s being unrealistic, bordering on fanatical. The cynic deeply entrenched in her still suggests that these feelings will likely fade in intensity over time once she and Frankie reestablish themselves and the more annoying aspects of their routine again. She’ll wake up in the morning and see Frankie’s bong on the coffee table, and it’ll piss her off. They’ll get into tiffs about what sort of takeout they want to get. Somehow, they’ll end up smuggling drugs across the border again, which wasn’t exactly the most romance-inspiring heist of their near decade together…

But she just nearly died—they both did—and all the aggravated chemicals in Grace’s incredibly sore body riot and rebel and relay one consistent message to the entirety of her nervous system.

She wants Frankie in the same way she breathes air.

She needs her.

“Dammit,” Bud swears, pulling his hand down his face. “You’re right. It’s hard to even get her to a GP for a checkup.”

“I’m pretty sure her ideal GP lives in a yurt,” Mallory says.

“Yeah,” Coyote only sighs.

“And the last time I tried to get her in for an emergency, she argued with the paramedic for nearly fifteen minutes,” Grace smirks, a little smug as the kids groan in remembrance of that whole fiasco. “And she won by taking a taxi.”

At this, Brianna and Mallory turn expectantly to the Bergstein brothers, who stare resignedly back like puppy dogs who’ve shat all over themselves.

“Go. Shoo.” Brianna makes a dismissive sweeping gesture with her hand. “Convince your mom to come to the doctor, and we’ll do the same with ours.”

“God help us,” Bud shakes his head wearily.

“Which one?” Coyote whimpers in reply.

“Good luck with that,” Grace scoffs venomously, but the boys are already dutifully slouching off in their mother’s direction. And she’s left alone with her daughters, who stand on either side of her now—three iterations of Hanson women, all wearing the same finely tuned pissed off face.

“You’re being stubborn, Mom,” Mallory says out of the side of her mouth, watching Bud tap on Frankie’s shoulder, watching as the brothers pull her off to the side. That same twinge threatens to overwhelm Grace again, a desire to be by her roommate’s side, to inhale her every word like a drag of wine.

In the back of her mind, she wishes she had the appetite for a martini—a familiar balm for her aggravated nerves, medication—but the lingering odor of burnt olives vaguely nauseates her at the moment.

In fact, she might never drink gin again.

(Just gin, though.)

(Other alcohols are still on the table and in her personal bar.)

“That’s because I’m telling you that I know my own damn body,” she grouses, her eyes briefly shifting towards her eldest daughter—elegant, stiff, tense—before returning to Frankie again. She’s got her hands on her hips now, indignation in her pose, and a small smile twitches Grace’s dry lips. “I’m fine. She’s fine.”

“Are you two fine in the same way that Dad’s fine?” Brianna asks impatiently and immediately receives a pinch on her arm from her sister.

“Brianna!”

“What?”

“That’s not our story to tell!”

But there’s no unwinding the clock now, no resetting the tape, no taking back those unmistakable words, and Grace’s monomania for Frankie finally breaks, exchanged with utter shock as she looks between her youngest daughter and her ex-husband. Robert and Sol are now sitting in the far seats on the back row, holding hands, talking quietly between themselves.

Intimately.

Like they’ve got a secret.

No eyes for anyone but each other.

“What do you mean?” She utters hoarsely. “Is Robert sick?”

She can see the answer in Brianna’s face, in the subtle dip of her brow, in the agonized hardness of her eyes. (She's got Robert's eyes, dark blue, like the sky right before it sinks into night.) She doesn’t cry—she rarely does—but Grace knows her daughter pretty damn well contrary to popular belief.

She knows when she’s hurting.

She turns to Mallory and sees the same expression reflected there, except her eldest has always worn her bleeding heart on her sleeve. Her sadness is written all over her delicate features as plainly as day, scribbled heartache, indelible and unobscured.

She sniffs and surreptitiously thumbs the corner of her eye.

“It’s not our story to tell,” she reiterates quietly. “And we’re going to leave it at that except to say that we love you, Mom. And we worry for you, but you make it so hard for us to do that.”

“You fight us tooth and manicured nail,” Brianna adds, unexpected bitterness in her voice, “and Jesus Christ, it’s really exhausting. Just let us care for you sometimes, Mom.”

Grace’s shame sinks all the way to her toes. She doesn’t know what to do with any of this information, paralyzed, undone, staring at her ex-husband like she’s never seen him before. When he first left her, she used to wish he’d just die because even that was better than the ignominy and hurt of being cheated on for twenty years.

She even told him as much.

Straight to his face.

And strangely enough, their relationship has only gotten better since then.

Hell, it’s the best that it’s ever been in forty-odd years of marriage. They’ve reached a point where they can talk and have fun together, attend funerals of close friends, share a drink, laugh at the ridiculous shit that their hippy partners get up to.

Because it's nice having Robert as a friend.

He’s still family after all these years, and in the last few years apart from him, divorced from him, away from the toxic atmosphere of their marriage, she’s learned to even love him.

But now he’s sick apparently, and the truth burns in their daughters’ eyes.

And she can see it now in the slump of Sol’s bony shoulders.

And in the determined set of Robert’s stern lips. He’s got his everything-is-okay face on, the one that means it’s really not. He wore this very mask day in and day out when they lived in the same house together, and Grace had a matching one to fit.

They were the perfect, loving couple to all their friends and family.

They were so utterly unwell.

“I’m so sorry, girls,” she murmurs.

It less of an apology for her own behavior than it is the quiet act of a mother comforting her grieving children. She reaches downwards, grabs her daughters’ hands, and can’t remember the last time that she did so of her own accord.

Her daughters also have everything-is-okay faces.

(They learned from the very best.)

Mallory leans in to her touch; Brianna doesn’t, but she also doesn’t pull away.

“You’ve both been so strong, carrying this inside,” Grace continues, her voice a hushed whisper, “and I’m proud of you both. I don’t say it enough.”

“I almost want to get you to say it again so I can record it,” Brianna quips, always deflecting with an ill-timed joke.

She ignores her and squeezes her hand.

“Please don’t bring this up to Dad and Sol,” Mallory pleads. “They’ll tell you in their own time… when they’re ready.”

Grace stares at them and briefly wonders if they’ll ever be ready. It’s not a judgement—far from that, in fact—but an intimate understanding of what it’s like to not want to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about the most. It’s the hardest form of intimacy that humans can give to one another. Even today has proven that. She forced Frankie to wrench her most hurtful secret out in the open for everyone to hear, and the guilt of that still excoriates her, stings her and cuts.

“I won’t,” she promises softly, now squeezing her other daughter’s hand, now brushing their shoulders together. “And I’ll go to the doctor. And—“

She finally peels her gaze away from her ex-husband to her partner, who’s now heading this way, an angry glint in her ocean eyes, her sons reeling in her wake.

“And I’ll make Frankie come too,” she says quickly, letting go of Mallory and Bri. “Promise. No more complaints out of me.”

“I’d also like to record that one,” Brianna laughs, clearly relieved to be out of deep-emotions territory. “Just to have a memento of things I’d never thought I’d hear Mom say for 200, Alex.”

“We could put it in one of those Hallmark cards,” Mallory smiles tentatively, her mascara a little smeared now. She reaches into her purse and grabs a tissue to blow her nose. “And give it to her for her birthday.”

“Okay, assholes, now go plan how to humiliate me elsewhere,” Grace snorts, lightly pushing them on their back. “Scram. I’ve gotta convince Frankie what you just convinced me of, and you being here will just tick her off.”

Her daughters giggle as they walk away, and she stares at them with a fondness that’s also sadness. She resists the urge to look in Robert’s direction once again when Frankie arrives by her side.

Where she belongs.

Where Grace so ardently wants her to be.

“The nerve of my boys!” She rants, incredulous, fiery, clucking her tongue in clear disapproval. “They’re ready to cart you and me both to the hospital—even if they have to strap us on top of the car!”

Grace chuckles throatily and wraps an arm around Frankie’s thin shoulders, leaning in to her warmth and aliveness, inhaling the rich, earthy scent of her perfume.

“Well, about that, Frances—”

“Motherfucker!” Frankie interrupts indignantly. “They got to you too, huh?”

But she doesn’t immediately respond, briefly distracted by the scene playing out in front of her, inaudible from her vantage point but unmistakable for what it is. Sol and Robert have stood up to talk to the girls, and she can see that the conversation is precisely about the astronomically rare event of Grace holding her daughters’ hands because both men are throwing looks in their direction, and Mallory’s visibly nervous, her entire frame wired with movement.

And at the very last moment—just as Grace means to flush and look away—she catches Robert’s eye and immediately knows that he knows that she knows. They communicate silently without exchanging a word, his face all melancholy, and he nods at her to acknowledge the truth of what the girls had said.

He’s sick.

And whatever the hell that it is, it’s terminal.

She doesn’t even want to think about what she looks like to him, how the revelation must twist and contort her face.

And at the same time, she’s almost glad that he can plainly see—even from this distance—that she cares for him.

And she’s sorry.

She’s so fucking sorry, Robert.

"Grace?" And then Frankie's voice is at her shoulder, prodding and concerned, tender with care. 

She has to backtrack to the question she was asked.

They got to you too, huh?

“Something like that, yeah,” she finally replies, blinking something away in her eyes, something that burns, as Frankie’s arms effortlessly slide around her waist.

#grace hanson #frankie bergstein #grace and frankie #mallory hanson #brianna hanson #bud bergstein #coyote bergstein #robert hanson #sol bergstein #s: grace and frankie #reginianwrites #grace and frankie spoilers

[normalbrothers]

a genuinely bothersome thing about hotd streaming on this german channel is that the few violent scenes are incredibly censored. in general not in favor of channels deciding to edit shows and movies like this, much less since the show is expressly marketed for an adult audience, and even less so when the cut is so extensive you don't even understand what's happening and worse, that the emotional gravitas of a scene is heavily diminished in the original you watch daemon approach the crabfeeder, then fight him, then cut him in half, then present his torso. the edited version is like this: daemon (seemingly) spots him -> next scene there's merely his silhouette at the entry of the cave dragging something that you could perceive as a torso if you were being really quick about it, then some blood in the water (iirc) and that's genuinely bad, it's disruptive and unnecessarily confusing, aside taking away from the emotional impact the original scene effectively has.

#they did the same with aemma's birth and viserys spearing the stag #i don't really watch a lot of tv (for this reason lol aside from endless advertisement blocks) #but was it ever this bad?