#and to be honest I didn’t pay that much attention to the live action

[bogslob]

I think zukos character development is kinda missing in the live action. In the original he does bad things and hurts people, here they let other people do his part. Just to make him more likeable? Just like taking sokkas sexism away, it's not a bad thing as long as he grows out of it.

Hi, this is so exciting, my very first one of these question thingys.

Okay so I kinda agree with you. I do feel like Zukos anger has been kinda watered down, but he still does bad things and I honestly dont feel like his character changed that much . For example in the cartoon his attack on Aang set Kyoshi on fire and it didnt in the live action and I don’t feel like this has any repercussions on his character because I never felt like it was intentional to set the fire it was just a by product of Zuko trying to capture Aang, and I feel like if it had happened in the live action Zuko would have reacted the same way. I think Zuko never wanted to hurt people, but capturing the avatar was so important to him that if people got hurt on the way so be it, capturing Aang was worth it, but I don’t think in either version he would have hurt people if he could have avoided it.

I think thats what makes Zukos character development possible, he never wanted to cause any harm. I think it’s important that we see that what ever is going on with Zuko he truly cares about people. I think one of the key moments that shows this is when in “the storm” (cartoon) Zuko momentarily gives up on capturing Aang and prioritises his crews safety. I think another key moment was when Zuko attempted to save Zhao from koi-Aang, it seemed so poignant that even when he was the bad guy he would try and save his enemy.

I think it’s his desperation thats missing in the live action. The absolute drive to capture Aang and regain his honour. I think the reason he was willing to put other people in danger is because he valued capturing Aang over all else, at the end of the day, it was Zuko who was in the most danger every time, he was always the one to fight Aang head on. I think this is best evidenced when he swims through the seal holes to enter the northern water tribe. I just don’t feel like live action Zukos heart is truly in it in the same way. I think this is so important for Ozais and Zukos relationship, and without Zuko having this same desperation it seems less plausible that he would re join the fire nation at the end of season 2. We have already seen that the live action Zuko has fought Ozai at the agni kai, which makes me feel like he is allready further on his journey towards rebellion. Although to be fair his lack of desperation may be in part due to the fact that live action Ozai seems to have a slightly better relationship with Zuko, almost seeming proud of him for finding the avatar (although we also have no idea how he acted when he was around Zuko), but he does still burn Zukos face off so I think this is unlikely.

At the end of the day, I think both Zukos loyalty is to the fire nation, but I think in season 1 cartoon Zukos loyalty is to Ozai and live action Zukos loyalty is to his people.

But obviously this is all subjective and from the point of view of someone who has watched the cartoon many times and therefore my opinion is heavily influenced by this. I also feel like live action Zuko may be better than he really was in my brain because honestly he was the only character I liked. I am very curious how someone new to the series would view live action Zuko though.

#that was a very long winded way of saying I agree but also dont #i definitely need to watch both series’s again #and compare the differences #i havent seen the cartoon in years #and to be honest I didn’t pay that much attention to the live action #what are the seal things called i cant remember #nahvatar the last airbender #atla live action #atla netflix #atla #natla spoilers #natla #netflix avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender live action #avatar live action #avatar #Zuko

[inkelea]

read between the lines! ✭

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: you and hyunjin share cuddles on a rainy day.

genre: fluff, best friends pining for each other, can be read as idol!au or non idol!au, drabble.

warnings: none

word count: 0.5k

a/n: ik ik I said im working on the chan mermaid au AND I am but have this for now. say thanks to cinny @wiltspring for making this readable. if there’s any mistakes I’m sorry.

love, a weird and incomprehensible feeling. one that everyone expresses differently as how they think convenient.

everyone encounters with love in their life, and how each person reacts to it completely varies. some people simply do not get along with love, and others are enamored with it. hyunjin was the latter.

holding pinkies on a hot summer day while eating ice cream is one of the various things he dreams about doing with his future partner. or cuddling on a cold winter night with hot chocolate resting on top of the living room table. he’s a hopeless romantic, so you would understand how his heart fluttered when his best friend started brushing out his hair with their hands.

it wasn’t one of his thoroughly planned dates that he’d like to experience. it wasn’t even a date, but hyunjin felt like he had gone to the moon and back.

instead of being summer or winter it was spring, heavy rain beating against the multiple windows in the room. the somewhat ajar window letting some of the rain enter. blankets around your figures, not thick enough to make you sweat but to keep you warm and safe.

hyunjin sits at the right side of the bed, not a big space between you two. grease runs in the background making you feel like a little kid watching it for the first time.

“summer nights” resonates through your ears as you look at hyunjin. his rather long blond hair falls past his shoulders and his eyes are focused on the computer. getting closer to him, you start braiding a little braid on the left side of his head. he barely even looks at you, way too used to your antics and mesmerized by the song playing.

at this point you didn’t even care about the movie, your only worry being getting the braid to look pretty. you had taken it off and re-done it about five times and you were starting to get tired. taking it off for the last time, you give up, go behind him and hug him by the shoulders. to be honest, this crossed the lines of friendship, but sleepiness was starting to get to you and you didn’t really care.

“ugh why is your hair so soft. you literally put it through so much damage,” you say as your hands start to go through his blond locks.

eventually, hyunjin stops paying attention to the movie, too concentrated on your hands in his hair. it’s only when you start brushing it out that he can’t stop himself anymore. he turns and gives you a bone-crushing hug that ends up with both of you lying on the bed.

he snuggles his head on your shoulder and his hair tickles your neck. your eyes open abruptly, way too surprised by the boy’s actions. however, you bring your hands back to his hair, enjoying the way his arms tighten around your back.

if anyone had seen this, they would’ve questioned your status as friends, but with the petrichor coming from the slightly open window intoxicating your senses, you couldn’t care less about the new turn your relationship was taking.

@wiltspring

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#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #inkelea

[avocado-writing]

Hello, writing req prompt if you're up for it: Aziraphale x reader first time intimacy

Btw I'm eating your every fic they so good!

notes: my fav thing is when people eat my stories. Reminds me of that Maurice sendak story. Anyway hope you enjoy!!!

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: E, minors dni

The first time he touches you it’s totally without realising. His mail got delivered to your shop and you’re bringing it over, grateful to have an excuse to talk to the man you’ve quite fancied since you met at the last Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association. As you pass him the small pile of letters your fingers brush together and you feel a little spark of electricity. You’re not sure if it’s static, or something… else. 

He offers you a cup of tea, and you accept it happily. He’s very easy to talk to. Before you realise, the day has slipped into evening. 

The first time he touches you on purpose it’s because you’ve walked into his shop and slipped over, falling heavily on your arse. It’s raining outside and you apparently brought in a puddle with you. The only thing bruised is your pride but he rushes over and offers a sturdy hand to get to your feet, all worry and care. 

“My dear, are you alright?”

“Yes, sorry! I didn’t mean to get your shop floor all wet. I can always mop…”

“Don’t be silly. You need a cup of cocoa and some biscuits on the double. Sit down, I’ll get you both. Oh, but let me take that wet coat first.”

It’s nice to have him fuss over you. You only came round to ask if he could see about getting a book in and, if you’re honest, that was just an excuse to say hello. He helps slip your raincoat off of your shoulders and he must also realise how intimate an action it is, because as he goes to put it on the coatrack his cheeks are flushed pink. 

Another lovely chatty afternoon. He reveals he’s never seen Notting Hill, and you simply can’t allow that to continue unremedied. So the two of you sit on his couch (he seems more than happy to close the store early) and enjoy the movie as much as each other’s company. 

The first time he holds you, it’s on one of the film nights you’ve scheduled with him. It’s your favourite part of the week, closing up your shop and scuttling to the bookstore with a dvd in hand. You’re watching the 1995 Sense and Sensibility, and he seems very tense the entire way through. For a while you’re not sure why until he finally gathers up the courage to put his arm around you. Your heart leaps up into your throat at the gesture, but you snuggle in tight next to him, letting him run his thumb up and down your shoulder in a little caress. 

And the first time he kisses you is as he walks you back to your shop that night - you live in the flat above it, so he doesn’t have to accompany you as it’s just over the road, but he insists it’s the gentlemanly thing to do - and, at the door, you spin and give him a quick peck. He seems dazed, but manages to get ahold of his senses enough to bring you back for a second, proper kiss. 

At your next movie night, you don’t pay attention to Four Weddings and a Funeral. You’re too busy snogging. 

And now, here you are. In his lap. The kissing has gotten hot and heavy, he’s unbuttoned your shirt nearly all the way down; you’ve stripped him of his waistcoat which makes him seem positively nude. His hands slide under your thighs and grip you tightly, moving a little closer to your arse as you breathe hotly into the shell of his ear. 

“Aziraphale…” you gasp, stretching your legs open wide so that he might fit between them better. Your hand runs down his beautiful thick chest to the front of his trousers, where you rub the strained tent. He gasps and his head rolls back at your sure touch. 

“Can I…?”

“Yes. Please,” he chokes. You make quick work of his fly and reach in to take him in your hand. He’s hot and heavy in your palm, throbbing with need, and you give him a couple of pumps just to hear the little overwhelmed noises he makes. 

He slips his fingers away from where they dig into your soft skin and presses them at the sweet point between your thighs. You moan and keel into him, letting his deft and precise movements sweep over you with pleasure. You kiss him again, moving only so that you can take off enough of your clothes to return with your lower half naked. To disrobe further would mean you’d have to stop touching him, and you can’t stand that thought. You need him close. As close as he can possibly be. 

Aziraphale settles his hands on your waist as you take him once more into your grasp. You line him up with your entrance and, checking that he’s ready with sultry eyes, sink down on him. He moans, bloody moans, and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard; you want to bottle it and keep it for yourself so you can listen to it again and again. He fills you, stretches you, makes you one with him. You’ve never felt so warm and complete in your life. 

Hands on his shoulders you tip forward to be able to rest your forehead against his. You’re both a little sweaty, both a little breathless, but both more than a little elated. His soft curls tickle your face as you begin to ride him with gentle but deliberate motions. You roll your hips and he squeezes you tighter, your name falling from his lips like he’s offering up a prayer to you. 

As the London rain pelts the windows, you make love to the bookseller in the back of his shop, and it’s perfect.  -

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#aziraphale x reader #michael sheen x reader #request

[nearest-dearest]

The Waltz

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3! Keep it up everyone! You’re doing great!” Sally cheered her neighbors on. Seems like with every action, their dancing has improved overnight. All except you, the one in charge of playing the music on the piano “Are you sure you don’t want to dance (Y/n)?”

Sally asked, probably for the fifth time today, and again, you always answer the same words.

“I’m fine with-it Sally, besides I like playing the piano.”

“If you say so.” Sally then went back to counting the beat and you went back to playing the moon waltz. Unaware of the pair of eyes watching you create elegant rhythm. Instead, you’re paying attention to the way your neighbors dance the waltz. Until the sun went down that is. After Sally congratulated everyone for a job well done, the entire neighborhood went back home. Everyone but you, tonight is rather lovely. It’d be a waste to sleep it away. A nighttime walk sounds nice. Besides, this neighborhood is also the safest place you’ve lived in. Beats getting chased around by paintings that’s for sure.

The walk stays in the neighborhood path, the forest is off limits and there’s only so much a flashlight could do for you. You passed by Barnaby’s house, then to Howdy’s shop and then Eddie’s post office. All the lights are out, signifying that the residents must be fast asleep.

“(Y/n)?”

You looked up and saw someone was also a night owl at this moment.

“Hey Wally, why are you up this late?”

It was Wally, sitting outside his house with his back resting on the door. He was holding a sketchbook and he was in his pajamas. Suggesting that he got ready to turn in for the night.

“I could ask you the same thing neighbor. Couldn’t sleep again I assume?”

You shook your head “No, not really. I just thought it’s such a lovely night, why not admire it with a calm stroll. Wanna come?”

“Hm, I guess it could help clear my head.”

There’s no need to talk during the walk, sometimes just the presence of a friend is enough to feel fulfilled. The walk relied on the night ambience to fill in the silence, until Wally broke that silence.

“So, how was the waltz with Sally?”

“Oh, it was fun! I’m not sure about Frank though, he was mostly red the entire time he was dancing.

“His dance partner was Eddie Dear right?”

“Yep!”

That explains it.

“What about you (Y/n)? Did you enjoy the waltz?”

“Of course, I did! I get the chance to play the piano.”

Wally chuckles “No, I meant did you enjoy dancing the waltz as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t really dance. There were no more partners and Sally needed someone to play the piano.”

“I see, but did you want to dance?”

(Y/n) looked around her, as if trying to see if anyone else is listening, but Wally can assure you that it’s just the two of them tonight down the neighborhood path. Then (Y/n) gestured for Wally to come closer, you wanted to whisper something to Wally. When Wally got closer, you revealed why you wanted to speak about this like it’s a secret.

“To be honest, I wanted to dance. But I’m afraid to step on someone’s foot.”

Ah, so it’s a fear of failure problem. You were afraid to hurt one of your friends and make a fool out of yourself. Weighing the choices in your head until you decide to save others and yourself.

“Hm, how would you feel like dancing now?” Wally stopped his steps and you followed, turning to Wally with a look of surprise.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Why not? There’s nobody around, and I wouldn’t mind it if you step on my feet.”

“Oh, I could never.”

“Please (Y/n).” Wally held out a hand for you to take.

“May I have this dance?”

You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked red, and you’re glad that Wally won’t be able to see it. But what you can see is the vibrant red string still tied to his finger. He really was serious about not taking it off. . . You took a deep breath, and accepted Wally’s offer to dance. Getting into position, you began to dance. And my goodness is Wally good! He’s the one taking the lead but doesn’t feel like he’s dragging you everywhere. He takes his time to let you catch up, and with his patience, you manage to find the rhythm Sally was counting on during practice. Now you’re both in sync, as for the music, you supplied by humming the tune you were playing on the piano. That made dancing way easier. You don’t know how long you and Wally have been dancing, but it feels like an eternity of just swaying and stepping into the beat and then staring into each other’s eyes.

The dance continued for a few more series of turns and spins, and as for the finally. Wally threw you in the air, only to catch you bridal style, give a little spin, and set you down the ground while the hands that had the red string remained connected with each other.

By the end of it, you and Wally were taking deep breaths from that intense dance. And from the sudden clapping from behind you. You and Wally turned behind you and saw that the entire neighborhood together, clapping their hands and cheering the two on. Sally’s were glowing with pride, Julie is cheering like she won her favorite game, Barnaby is just happy to see his friend show such talent. As for Howdy, Eddie, Frank and Poppy they all clapped while struggling to stay awake.

Your face was redder than ever, you didn’t even want to look at Wally. But curiosity killed the cat, and you looked over to him. Seeing a little red dust on his cheeks as he smiled at you.

Maybe this really is a very lovely night indeed.

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #welcome home #fanfic #wally darling my beloved #wally x reader #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home fanart

[teamfreewill56-blog]

Can you rank the hashiras and reasons why?

This ask took way longer than I thought it would, I believe I overthought the question and then it took me a while to really think over the hashira and choose. And putting it into words took longer than I expected.

@plutonianmoons I interpreted this question as who do I rank in terms of favorites and why, if you meant it in another way shoot me another ask and I’ll respond. I’m going to start with the list so that those who don’t want to know my reasons don’t have to go hunting for where their favorite hashira is. 

Kyojuro Rengoku

Uzui Tengen

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro 

Shinobu

Sanemi

Iguro

Giyuu

Gyomei

Kyojuro Rengoku

I feel like this will come as a surprise to absolutely nobody lol. He’s my favorite character after all and probably my favorite of all time. I hopefully have been able to sprinkle my reasoning of why I love Kyojuro so much throughout my posts so I will try not to ramble too much. Though, not repeating myself is kinda impossible haha.  

Kyojuro resonates with me so deeply, and even I don’t fully understand why. One reason I think is because he makes me feel….seen. His struggles and grief and pain, and how it came about, a lot of it I can relate to, it hits very close to home for me. And seeing what he goes through and how he dealt with it, its helped me to see and realize that my own experiences and feelings are valid, and its helped me process things I haven’t been able to, even with years of therapy. He isn’t just a ball of sunshine who hides his pain, that’s such a gloss over. He IS a flame, all his feelings make him burn, his anger, righteous and otherwise, his love of his family, his comrades, of his hobbies, the way he devotes his all into everything he does and how so many of his actions are driven by love and compassion and that that’s what drives him to be so duty-bound. He’s someone like many of us, has gone through grief and pain and so much and because of his situation didn’t get to have it addressed or dealt with, he just figured out how to live with it. I love how he isn’t Mr. Positive, if he is confronted by something negative, by someone’s hurt feelings he addresses it, he validates, and yet he’s not perfect in doing that either, because with some people he can’t address it even though he wants to. I love brave he is, standing up for others but also facing criticism and cynicism and hatred again and again and being so certain of his creed and who he is that he doesn’t let those things infest him, he burns them up immediately. I love how much he loves Ruka, how even though he lost her at such a young age he never resented her but kept her with him always. He thought of her, shared his memories of her, she touched every aspect of who he grew up to be and he never forgot that. I love that even though he is stubborn he isn’t unyielding where it matters. If he makes a snap judgment and realizes it he will change it, will he always? No probably not because just like everyone else that’s going to be different from situation to situation. I love how even though he was told he could never be a Hashira and that he should abandon it, that he didn’t. He worked and worked and worked and he accomplished it. I love how warm and welcoming he is to others, that even though he can sit there stiff as a board he does things that make you know he’s paying attention, the way he invites the Corp member from Mugen Train episode 1 to join him, the way he pats the seat indicating he wants Tanjiro to sit right next to him. The way he gives Senjuro his complete attention and focus when they are talking about emotionally difficult topics. I love how he is honest when he easily could lie to try to spare feelings and yet he is so careful and mindful during those times too. I love how freaking intelligent he is, and that it’s subtle. That it’s not just book intelligence but he’s just actually intelligent. The conversations he has, the way he breaks down what’s going on around him, the choices he makes when he acts. The questions he ponders and asks himself and tries to figure out the answer to. The fact that when Shinjuro told him he didn’t have what it takes to become a Hashira, the way that he thought about that question and pondered it and came to his answer---he could have just got upset and hurt and focused on those feelings, but he didn’t, he delved into it and found his answer. I love his expressions, and I know people joke that sometimes there’s not a thought going on behind his eyes but I disagree, I think he looks like that cause his brain is thinking of so much at once. I love how he has a bunch of shared traits with the other Hashira but in a way that’s uniquely him. I will cut myself off here because if I don’t I’m never gonna stop lol. 

2. Uzui Tengen

One of the reasons I love Tengen is I was so surprised by him, I thought I was going to hate this man’s guts--especially after his introduction to the boys. But instead it was just character beat after character beat of why I would and do like him. You look at him and its like “oh he’s the wild one” but he actually isn’t. He had a lapse of judgment and was rushing when he kidnapped Aoi and wasn’t thinking straight but he also got talked out of taking her pretty easily. I don’t like that he slapped her butt, and I think its still a weird thing for him to do but its in there and I’m sure his wives and Shinobu got on him for that whole incident. But after that we see quickly that he’s one of the responsible ones, and like Kyojuro he really really cares about people and their safety, he sees and acknowledges the boys as boys and does his best to take care of them and watch over them while at the District. Of course, he doesn’t do it perfectly, but he does a pretty damn good job. I love that he actually verbally acknowledges to them that he made mistakes and he put them in danger and owns his poor behavior and decisions. I love that once Zenitsu gets taken he instructs Tanjiro and Inosuke to leave and gives them that important wisdom that surviving isn’t a loss and it isn’t failing. I love that he doesn’t try to shoo the boys off once they are in the fight, he adapts and lets them help him. And even though he lets them stay he consistently is making moves to protect them during the fight and trying to take as much weight off them as he can. He is aware of what the boys’ states are in the midst of the fight and tries to finish things quickly and change the battle to keep them safe. I also love his dynamic with them--he absolutely understands how teenage boys are and how they work and he lets them be boys in his presence without letting them do something terrible. Inosuke gets overwhelmed and starts trying to headbutt people and just rampage in his anxiety? No you don’t boar boy back over here with me. Zenitsu wanders off and starts getting enticed by the women? Boy don’t you even think about going in there I will carry you by the collar through the whole place. His dynamic with Zenitsu is so fun, because they bicker at each other and he teases him like a guy who is 10+ years older than their younger brother would. I love how Tengen truly loves his wives, and that he doesn’t love them all in the same way or show love in the same way to them all. He knows his wives and treats them as his individual partners. I love how calculating but also wild he is in his fighting. His fight with Gyutaro and Daki was such fun to watch. 

3. Mitsuri Kanroji

I love how Mitsuri allows herself to feel all her feelings, how once she stops pretending to be who and what she isn’t, our Love Hashira wears herself completely on her sleeve. And she isn’t ashamed of it or prideful about it. In her fight against Zohakuten she starts out confidently attacking him, jumps right in there and saves Tanjiro and her character beats are so good, she’s freaked out about how big Zohakuten’s dragons are and yet immediately turns her attention to Tanjiro with a smile, confidence and warmth. She sets him down and tells him to take a break, praises him and tells him she’ll take care of it. When Zohakuten calls her a “shameless tramp” she shows such a genuine reaction of shock and upset and I can’t help but adore how honest she is in showing her feelings and being able to show multiple feelings at once. She isn’t arrogant when confronting Zohakuten that first time, but even then, she doesn’t stay dwelling on the fact that he insults her she is ready to go and move to attack once Zohakuten strikes at her. When the dragons start dodging her and moving faster she doesn’t hide her feelings of nervousness, she shows her panic but she doesn’t stop attacking or give up, she just freaking adapts and keeps going, seriously goes “can I take on this many at once?” AND THEN JUST DOES IT. She gets smacked point blank in the face with a sonic blast and instinctively defends her whole body by tensing it up. I love how her confidence isn’t iron-clad, insults, harsh words and reactions, they all hurt her and she doesn’t ignore them but tries to deal with them the best way she can, even if sometimes its the wrong way like she does when she becomes more reserved after finding out Shinobu’s reason for being a Slayer. I love that instead of being ugly or mean to the person who is ugly or mean to her, she honestly defends herself and feels her feelings without trying to hurt the other person. I love how she wants to have a husband but also wants to help people love themselves and once she becomes a slayer these two things no longer conflict for her. She loves people and trusts that one day she’ll find a good man in the Corp to marry. I love how genuine she is with her acceptance of people. She genuinely accepts Tanjiro and Nezuko and treats Nezuko like a younger sister, hugging her, singing with her, playing with her, and protecting her. The fact that she sheds tears of joy seeing not only that Nezuko is alive but also talking--there’s no doubt she loves these kids. Her love for people as individuals is so strong:  even though Genya is mean to her she wanted to talk to him, when she saves the Village leader and he makes a flirty comment she teasingly chides him. And in both instances she could have gotten really angry but didn’t. Nor does she call Genya names or anything, and she talks about him kindly when he’s brought up later. I love how Mitsuri actually is willing to do the tough things, but isn’t shy about saying how she feels about it. I love how she never actually hated the things that made her different, she always cherished them, but it just took her a little while to reach her full acceptance. I love how much she has in common with Kyojuro and that in some instances you can see it and it doesn’t have to be brought up. Mitsuri reminds me a lot of Sailor Moon’s Usagi and I kind of love that. 

4. Tokito Muichiro

Muichiro is part of my little brother baby trio. Comprised of Muichiro, Genya and Senjuro. I love how well this amnesic child does deadpan humor and yet in the same breath can be so RELENTLESSLY sassy. Like I’m sure Tengen thinks he is the sass master but Muichiro would DEVESTATE HIM. His sass is sharp and clever and our little Mist Hashira knows how to time his humor beats perfectly and in the optimal way to jab his opponent. The way that he’s passive-aggressive while he has amnesia, without meaning to be is also really funny. Karate-chopping Tanjiro, holding his nose to make him wake up, like Muichiro really is going for the fastest route here. 

I also love how fierce he is, like yes Muichiro was taunting Gyokko but he was not messing around in his fighting and you could see it in how he moved. Plus the way that he came at Gyokko from within the mist and then minced him into sushi? So hardcore.

 I adore how he isn’t bitter about having amnesia, like, he could very easily and rightfully be angry and upset and hold those feelings but he doesn’t. Instead, he focuses on trying to remember things but also not let it stress him out if he can’t. I love how truly kind and gentle he is, even when Yuichiro was being mean to him and aggressive, Muichiro didn’t return that. He loved and cared and respected every member of his family. He admired all of them.

I love how his motives to originally become a swordsman were so pure and kind-hearted and that he wanted to help people the way their parents taught them. I love how when he regained his memories he was able to revisit those memories and realize that his brother did love him, that he was worried and scared and just a 10-year old trying to take care of his only remaining family. I admire so much that he was able and willing to think about his past and realize that the way he thought about his brother was wrong and not the truth. His relationship with Tanjiro is so adorable, like hands down Tanjiro is his favorite person and the favoritism and kindness he shows Tanjiro after he gets his memories back is so cute it’s like that aggressive best friend who is nice only to their bestie and just a terror to everyone else. 

5. Shinazugawa Sanemi 

There are so many wonderful, devoted big brothers in Demon Slayer and Sanemi is one of the top for me. We can tell in Genya’s flashbacks that Sanemi was completely committed to his role as provider and caretaker for their family. He loved and respected his mother and he loved his siblings and Genya trying to support him and stand with him back then meant so much to him and you can tell. Even after what happened to their siblings and mother, that devotion stayed, Sanemi just had to go about it differently.

I think the way he acts towards people is understandable although not justified, like many other characters he was completely unaware of demons before his family got slaughtered and unlike Gyomei, Giyuu and Tanjiro his family got slaughtered by his own mother and he killed her not realizing it was her until too late, and then had to deal with the realization that he killed his mother as well as having the brother he fought tooth and nail to protect curse him and things just got worse from there. Yes, Sanemi isn’t the only one who has lost comrades but he is one of the few slayers who has to wonder if a demon showing up is because of him and not the other way around. He never hated Genya for the things he said when their mom died, he was never bitter towards him. He loved him and knew his little brother well enough to know how kind hearted and sensitive Genya was and that’s why he was so harsh because he was so scared of losing Genya too and of Genya going through the traumas he had. Scared enough that he was willing to maim him if it meant getting him out of the Corp. And more than willing to let Genya hate him forever. I mean seriously, think about the mental and emotional will power you’d have to conjure up to be able to look at your younger brother who is pleading to talk to you and make the decision to try and blind him and keep insisting you’re not family. I don’t agree it was the right thing to do but the fact that he could even bring himself to attempt that geez. 

 Not to mention hearing Genya had eaten demon flesh probably scared him because that kind of makes Genya a demon and if he goes out of control someone would have to kill him. I think his rage is understandable, I think his anger initially at Nezuko and Tanjiro is very understandable and it’s shown on his face when he looks down after Nezuko rejects his blood. This demon rejects human flesh, why couldn’t my mom? Why did I have to kill my mom, lose all my siblings and lose my remaining brother, lose my best friend, but this kid gets to keep his sister who is a demon? Would anyone else in his shoes respond differently? I really doubt it. 

 I love how he’s like the unexpected wild child of the Hashira---not completely unexpected I mean look at him--but the fact that he just pulls an Inosuke and just picks fights with people left and right and he really seems to enjoy his fights but he’s also not ignorant about it. He is aware of what’s going on and he is calculating and strategizing and he’s so -adaptive- like Sanemi will try literally anything in battle if he thinks there’s even a hint it might work. The fact that he knows how to be annoying and cocky to his opponent but isn’t arrogant in his fighting (exception being his fights with Giyuu I think) is a refreshing take on this type of character. Sanemi doesn’t think he can beat everybody, he doesn’t think he’s invincible but that’s okay with him because he still wants to try it regardless. And like Muichiro he knows how to push those buttons and he has such fun doing it and honestly, I have so much fun watching him antagonize his opponents. 

6. Obanai Iguro

I love Iguro’s design. I love that he could have just hated people and cursed them because that’s kind of what you’d expect from someone who’s own family treated them the way the Iguro clan did to Obanai. His family sliced open his face, tried to sacrifice him to a demon and then cursed him for surviving when it backfired on them. He had no social interaction until he was friggin 11 with anyone outside of his messed up family. I appreciate how honest he is about his reasons for being a demon slayer. He isn’t doing this to be noble or because its the right thing. He wants to try to purge his family’s tainted blood from himself by killing demons for others, knowing he can never truly purge that blood but at least its -something-. I love how even though he was hurt all for the sake of a snake demon that he doesn’t hate Kabamaru (check spelling) and he treats that precious white snake so well and that Kabamaru isn’t just a decoration but his partner. I appreciate how even though he doesn’t know how to tell Mitsuri he loves her verbally---he’s constantly showing it. Writing letters back and forth with her, sitting with her and just letting her eat as much as she wants, giving her socks that match her eyes because he knew she was uncomfortable at first with her uniform. When she starts trying to explain how she got the Demon Slayer Mark and its all gibberish and he just face palms---not even upset just like “my poor wife she’s doing her best”. The way that he gets jealous of Tanjiro being buddy buddy with Mitsuri is so funny because its so stupid and yet he has Muichiiro’s petty streak, just listing off all the Corp members “crimes” when Tanjiro is like “did these people commit some sort of crime?” I love how he changed his mind about Tanjiro and he was -such- a good battle partner with Tanjiro when it was just the two of them for a bit. The fact that he got right between Tanjiro and Muzan’s Akira-like jaws knowing that would definitely kill him, he didn’t go to pin Muzan he went directly to save Tanjiro from getting swallowed.To me it seemed so clear that in this final battle Iguro accepted Tanjiro and supported him, they worked as a team and Loner Iguro is good at it I can’t wait to see him in the new anime content. 

7. Kocho Shinobu 

Shinobu is also kind of a typical anime girl but I still like her. Short angry girl is a pretty common trope but she does it well. I love that she is biting and vicious with a smile on her face, kind of like what you expect from the stereotypical mean rich girl, but you can tell that’s also not Shinobu because she will -actually- mess you up in a heartbeat. I love that she’s not a “mean girl”, she loves her friends and her butterfly girls and she cares a lot about people and she’s not ashamed of being a “healer”. I love that instead of writing herself off, “I’m small and therefore can’t fight the same as everyone else” she figured out a method that worked for her, and it is probably one of the worst ways a demon can die---it’s definitely the most painful. I love how one way she showed Kanae her love for her was choosing to always smile even though she’s never actually happy. That it’s not forced positivity, and Kanae wasn’t asking that of her. But it was “My sister loved my smile, so I will continue to smile for her.” I love how she is constantly stepping in to show support to the characters. Talking to Kyojuro before he left, confronting Mitsuri about her starving herself once she found out about it, encouraging and showing happiness for Kanao starting to speak up for herself and being a sort of mother figure for Inosuke where she cared for him but was also able to discipline him in a way that no one else really could. I do feel like her best interactions are when she’s with Zenitsu, Douma and Giyuu but it could just be that I find those moments with her to be the most fun and entertaining. 

8. Tokito Giyuu

Giyuu’s is kinda funny because he’s typically the type of anime character who is my favorite in a series but compared to the previous 7, yeah he’s here. I do love that he’s a tried and true introvert, like he is a devoted Hashira but at the same time gives off the Shikamaru vibe of “Gosh I’d rather be at home”. I enjoy that even though he has a bond with Tanjiro that doesn’t like cure him of his introvertness, he still gets overwhelmed by Tanjiro sometimes and is just like “no, not today” and tries to split. I love that that’s not really attempted to get fixed, that’s just how Giyuu is and that’s okay. He still has moments of joy and sass and all the other feelings but there’s no “we need to heal Giyuu” thread in the story besides the side story of everyone trying to get him smile/laugh.  I will always be saddened by the fact that he for the longest time didn’t feel like he was a Hashira and just wrote himself off but I also kind of like how the Hashira weren’t suddenly like, “That’s crazy, we love and accept you Giyuu!” But by the end I feel like he was mostly accepted, particularly by Sanemi which was nice since those two were almost like unspoken rivals it felt like. His scenes with Tanjiro and Shinobu are the best to me, because he obviously cares about Tanjiro a lot while he simultaneously just has no idea what to do with this kid unless he’s fighting alongside him. I  love his dynamic with Shinobu, its not one I usually love a lot but theirs is so much fun and Shinobu really brings out Giyuu’s sass and sarcasm which is fun to see especially with him doing it deadpan. I appreciate Giyuu’s struggle as a character because I feel like its one that a lot of us can relate to and its nice to see him accept and grow comfortable with himself as the story progresses. 

9. Himejima Gyomei

I will probably get a lot of hate for this one, but oh well. Unlike the other Hashira where I do like them on some level, I don’t like Gyomei at all. If you pushed me I guess I would say his extremely impractical weapon? But like, that’s really reaching. I feel like the only reason I don’t immediately forget about him is because he’s massive and is always crying with his hands in prayer stance. He’s a monk but like in name only. Maybe its just because there wasn’t enough time but I can’t think of a single time where Gyomei showed monk behavior besides saying “Namu Amida Butsu” and Genya mentions that the mantra he used fighting the Emotion Demons was something he learned from Gyomei but nothing past that. Even his crying seems to be more of an at-random thing and not a “he’s feeling deep or spiritual emotions”. We never get an explanaton for why he cries all the time and then suddenly doesn’t cry during his fighting and gets all….macho? I guess I would call it. But yeah look at that conversation between him and Tanjiro at the boulder, if those are spiritual teachings they are not good ones…so to me he doesn’t practice what he preaches, but we also aren’t really shown what he believes spiritually. 

My biggest issue with him is his attitude towards children. He was bitter and mistrustful towards children after the demon attack because the TRAUMATIZED FOUR YEAR OLD didn’t express gratitude for him saving her life. Children struggle with expressing gratitude period, especially that young, they definitely aren’t going to be thinking about expressing gratitude after going through watching you bash another adult’s skull in. 

And because of this he believes that children “Are pure and innocent. Weak. They lie easily…are casually cruel…and selfish.” Children are this way unless they are taught correctly, adults are this way even if they ARE taught correctly. Children’s brains aren’t fully developed at four years old, and yeah, Gyomei doesn’t know that science but seeing as he was raising other kids there, he should understand kids better than he does. Children lie easily because at that young of an age the worst thing that can happen to you is getting in trouble, so you lie to avoid it. You have to be taught how to deal with that properly. Children are not “casually cruel”, they don’t understand that their words and actions impact other people’s emotions and feelings the way that adults do they have to be shown and taught it, just like everyone else. That’s not something that just comes from predisposition. Children are selfish? So are adults, and children don’t become selfless unless they are shown and taught it. Gyomei went through this trauma too, so I don’t blame him for his knee jerk reaction being upset at the child, but the fact that afterwards he stayed upset and decided that children are all these things, and staying upset that she didn’t show gratitude? That’s ridiculous.

#demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #flame hashira #demon slayer mugen train #rengoku kyojuro #flame pillar #set your heart ablaze #mitsuri kanroji #iguro obanai #muichiro tokito #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kochou #sanemi shinaguzawa #anon ask #hashira rank #sorry this too so long buut i have been going through a lot and there was a lot to write #my opinions

[where-is-francis]

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙊𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 —♡-> 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚

Before You Interact — Rules of My Blog

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Part of my Valentine’s Day 2023 blurb series

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: They/Them — fem/fem aligned DNI, you have plenty of stuff

𝘼/𝙉: I dedicate this to my one and only Shrimp Punch *bows and tips hat* anyways just to make it clear I don’t support Billy’s actions/ideas from S2/S3 in any way, shape, or form — this is more of a “he lived after the accident and decided to try and be a better person” type thing. Which is pretty much the only way I’m willing to write for him.

𝙏𝙒: None!

The sight of 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 standing in the arcade used to seem foreign to everybody at one point, but now they didn’t pay much attention to him. You, however, made up for that by giving him a lot of attention. Pretty much anybody who was spending the holiday alone found themselves at the arcade, the only difference with you was that it was your job. Billy had just stomped out his cigarette in the parking lot and nudged the door open, effectively ringing the bell.

You turned from the back counter and leaned over the prize booth, shooting him a wide smile when you saw who it was.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite devil. Where’s your DigDugging sidekick?”

“Had a date with Sinclair. Just me today.” He mirrored your pose against the counter.

It was surprising to see him like this. He was calm and fairly relaxed, but that seemed to become his new normal since the accident. Since he didn’t have to worry about Neil breathing down his neck anymore. Your eyes traced the hanging chain of the necklace he always wore and how it seemed to shine in blues and greens from the lava lamps behind you.

“To be honest, I’m surprised they’re not here trying to kick each other’s asses at skee-ball.”

Billy grinned at that. “Well, there’s always next week. Maybe Sinclair won’t leave with a bruise this time.”

“Ah, young love!” You sighed dreamily. “Speaking of which, c’mere.”

You flipped up the hinged section of the counter and led the blonde through a few loners and over to a new machine. It was dark red, covered in hearts, and had a flashing marquee sign on the top. Above the coin slot and at the height of your hips was a board with two large hand-shaped screens.

“‘Love Tester’? Yeah, looks like a real fun time.” Billy rolled his eyes.

The blue eyed male watched as you grabbed a quarter from the pocket of your work vest and slotted it in the machine. All of the lights came on and scattered a bit to show the main screen of the different ratings you could get. Billy couldn’t so much as think before you grabbed his left hand and forced it down to one of the prints on the board, following by doing the same with your right hand.

He watched, a bit stunned, as the lights climbed up and down at a rapid pace. It went from the bottom, holding the lowest score of ‘harmless’, all the way to the top where it read ‘hot stuff!’ in all caps. It wouldn’t have been a lie to say he liked you and the dynamic you shared, it was different to anything he’d had before. As much as his jokes and comments were biting and flirty, yours were just as much so. Billy had a strong sense of where he stood with most people, but you were unreadable.

The lights on the Love Tester slowed a bit before finally settling on your compatibility score:

The top match — Hot Stuff.

Neither of you said anything and instead just stood in disbelief, with Billy occasionally shifting on the wild and fluorescent carpet. Below the coin slot in a larger horizontal slot, a pink card had been printed out with the results. You grabbed it and began to read it off.

“‘Look out — these two have it all! Fiery hot love connection coming through!’ Oh my God, this is so dumb.” You were increasingly animated.

Without much thought, the blonde scanned the arcade to see if anybody watched what just happened. When no eyes but yours met his gaze, he visibly dropped the tension in his chest. It was new to him to be interested in somebody who wasn’t a girl. Even newer to be close to them. You flipped the small card over and continued to read the description in relative silence before passing it to your ‘perfect match’.

Billy took the card in his hands and smiled. He smiled. Not his usual cocky and taunting grin, but a sweet one, a genuine one. When he looked up, you had already started to maneuver back to the gaudy counter. He watched as you pulled a small box from the cabinet and grabbed a set of keychains. The loop slid over your finger and you waved it at him, silently telling him to come get it.

“So, what’d ya think?” You mused as he braved the counter.

“I think it’s full of shit. Just like someone else in this joint.”

The response earned a laugh. With your back to the blonde, you hurried and pulled the set of keychains apart. Anybody who got the top three rankings on the tacky machine would be rewarded with matching keychains. They were cheap and just as gaudy as the machine itself, but something about them made you grin. Billy was a bit confused when you passed one to him and eyed you suspiciously. It wasn’t anything super elaborate, just a black background with the two words printed in a flame font on both sides, but you still thought it was worthy of being added to the set of work keys you inherited.

“What? Anybody who gets one of the top three gets matching keychains if they bring the card up.” Your tone was ever so sweet.

His blue eyes avoided contact with your own as you watched him debate on grabbing the small piece of plastic. This territory was entirely new, foreign even, to Hargrove — a strange but welcome one. Meanwhile, any mask he used to have was gone for a mere moment. He could simply exist.

He picked up the keychain and gave it a once over.

“Nothing says ‘true love’ like a cheap piece of plastic.” Billy couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re such a romantic, you know that?”

After getting what he came for, and a bit more, he decided to leave and make the short trip back to the parking lot. The bell chimed but you stopped him before he could leave, passing the score card back to him. His dark brows furrowed in confusion before you turned it around, rolling your eyes, to reveal your phone number on the back.

“I get off at 6. You pick me up and we can go out, do whatever you like, hot stuff.” You grinned at him with your tongue caught between your teeth.

He couldn’t say much except give a small grunt and nod of approval — which certainly was boosting your ego — and you let him go once again. Billy jumped inside the Camaro and grinned down at the number on the card while simultaneously trying to think of something fun to do in the evening. The stupid keychain caught his attention for a moment, before he decidedly settled it on the small ring with his car keys.

You were going to be the death of him — and you were going to enjoy every minute.

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#x male reader #stranger things x male reader #x gender neutral reader #stranger things x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #jaws stranger things

[mxtxfanatic]

You know, the whole jc stans being shitty debacle is one of the reasons i hate the live action and the donghua so much. Because most of those rabid “jc is a tsundere and the best bro” people came to the fandom because of one or both of those adaptations.

The donghua is beautifully made, but it’s filled with yunmeng bros propaganda and a lot of JC bias (also the reason why a lot of people actually believe lotus pier burnt down and madam yu is such a badass)

And the live action is a trashcan on fire that somehow has even more of the same yunmeng bros, jc is actually tofu hearted bs.

I think the fandom was doing so much better before those adaptations came out and to be honest I really wish they would have left cql with the original wwx/wen qing romance so it would be much easier to distance mdzs from it

I have a thing where I read through ao3 fics from oldest to newest, which means I started with wangxian fics from when the fandom first started, and you are absolutely right. I didn’t pay attention to it when I first started reading (on account of the fact that I thought I’d never fall into the actual material or fandom lmao), but whenever I go back to the earliest stuff, there’s a marked difference in how Wei Wuxian is portrayed, how wangxian is talked about and interact, and Jiang Cheng never shows up, especially not uninvited or untagged. All the “gray morality,” “wwx has low self-esteem,” “best jiujiu tsundere jc” bullshit simply does not exist in the earliest fics, at least not en mass.

#mdzs asks #anon

[everythingblreview]

Regarde moi (Kawase/Tamamori SS) Translation

Hello fellow Kawatama simps. Today I bring you yet another short story translation. In my and editor-san 2′s opinion the most romantic SS of these two so far. This story has a second part, I eventually will end up doing too. Please enjoy~

Regarde moi*

The shadows, spurred on by the setting sun, begin to spread, an orange light emits from the damp gas lamps as they start to burn.

It was a certain day in June. Like last year, this year’s weather conditions were also requesting you to wear a cloak.

I quickly make my way through the city weaving through gaps of people. When I finally arrive at Ikeda mansion, I cautiously stop at the front of the door.

…What should I say before “I’m home”. Tamamori-kun is narrow-minded that’s why, he would never forgive me for arriving home late on such an important day. I probably can’t even enjoy his usual cute-looking angry face to my satisfaction today. That’s how much I messed up. To be honest, it is my fault.

“Kawase-san didn’t do anything wrong…. If you talk with him about the reason, he will surely understand.” The frog, who became emotionally attached to me, consolingly says, while sitting on top of my shoulders out of nowhere. Unfortunately for me, this guy can read my inner feelings, and occasionally would redirect them into Tamamori-kun’s heart. …Is he an illusion? Or a ghost? Anyways, I have no intention explaining the whole situation to this frog.

Without deciding what to tell Tamamori-kun, I open the door. …As I do so, a surprising smell welcomes me. Warmer than any other house, the smell of dinner. A gentle aroma drifts from the kitchen into the living room.

Without being able to turn back, slowly, with soft steps I walk along the corridor.

Then, as I open the living room door, the scene before my eyes astonishes me.

“!” The sofa and the coffee table are put away and instead in their place stands a table as high as my waist. It is never used and is usually sitting in an empty room. The dust was cleanly wiped off and plates are lined up. He was probably cooking until now, the room is still slightly warm.

“…Tamamori-kun, ...” Tamamori-kun, who is most likely responsible for this empty room, is sitting on a chair with his arm crossed. He seems to be mad after all, his back is facing me.

“You’re late!!!”

The volume of his voice is so strong that it could shake the room. “What day is today?!” “Your birthday.” “That’s right. That’s why, isn’t it the most important thing right now?” “…”

“Despite it being my own birthday, I prepared a luxurious feast for this sweetheart here, and you’re so heartless and late, veryyy late. Eh, i-it’s….”

“It’s 10 in the evening.”

“It’s 10 in the evening you asshole!!!”

“…You’re really angry.”

“Angry? This is a misunderstanding. I’m not angry at all!!!” Wanting to be forgiven by him, I sit down in the front chair. Did he eat the last dish earlier? One side of his cheek has a bulge. Then he turns away and swallows his last bite. “I’m sorry Tamamori-kun.” ���I told you, I’m not angry!” “But you also won’t look me in the eyes?” “Well, that’s because I’m angry!!!” Now he is contradicting himself.  If I continue to nudge him even further, I will only put fuel into fire. So, I take off my coat and hat for the time being. “Don’t just relax all of a sudden!” “I ran so I’m sweaty.” “Until I say it’s fine, stay as you are! Go on, reflect on your actions!” But still it’s hot, I can’t help myself. Since he doesn’t pay attention to what I just said, he grinds his teeth out of anger and crosses his arms and feet annoyed. “Tamamori-saaan, that’s not really mature. Please listen to what Kawase has to say seriously.” “Are you on Kawase’s side?” “I just don’t want you two to fight! And it’s not Kawase-san’s fault that he’s late.” “…” “He got involved into an incident…” “…Where?” “In Ginza…” “It’s his fault for going to a place like that.” “The shop assistant Kawase-san talked to, suddenly collapsed!” “…” “His face turned blue very fast, and he suddenly started to vomit foam…It was symptoms of poison…” “…”

“It was murder! Kawase-san suspected that it would be bothersome and tried to leave that place! …However he was unlucky and ran into a crime police officer who recognized him, and he forced him to show his detective abilities…” “So who was the culprit!? …No forget it!! …Being late and being late. Even though you said you would come home at 6, it’s your fault for making a stop on the way!” I somehow want to make Tamamori-kun turn his face towards me. But I can’t think of something other than a prank that would make him angry. I created silence unexpectedly by not saying anything.

….Did Tamamori-kun received recipes from the café? The room smells strongly of French dishes. I can’t eat anything made by other people. But it’s a different story with the food he makes. …This is how a dog probably feels after he did something bad and is not being fed anymore.

Even so, I have to show him some honesty. “Hey, Tamamori-kun.” “…” “Hey.” “Shut up.” “Just lend me your left hand only.” “…I-I’ve seen completely through your thinking!” “?” “Last night, you touched my left hand strangely too! There is no mistake, you were measuring something...” He was awake. That’s embarrassing. Then he turns his face to the other side and points his tight gripped hand towards me. “Here! I’m lending it to you. Be grateful.” “…” Even if I touch his hand it doesn’t look like his grip will loosen. Rather than loosen, his arm also shows not even a slight movement, it’s as firm as metal. Well, it’s just right for me if he holds it like this. I put a wristwatch around his arm. “…?” Was he expecting a different kind of sensation? Tamamori-kun looks surprised. …Even if he is mad and troubled, such an honest reaction from him is amusing and makes me almost laugh. However, I’m not allowed to yet, that’s why I keep a serious appearance and look at him.

“Isn’t this, a watch?” “I bought it in Ginza.” “It’s a terriblyyyyy expensive item!”

Even though I fastened the belt of the wristwatch, Tamamori-kun is trembling, is he not familiar with it? He also completely forgot his anger, and then turns his body towards me.

“H-h-how much…?” “You really have no charm… You don’t have to worry about such things.” “Still….Money is not infinite, you know?” “I don’t buy things without meaning.” “Uh huh…” “Honestly, what did you think I would get you?” “!?” “Something to put on your finger?” “…, what…!?” “You were even the one who suggest to celebrate your birthday. Have you been influenced by western countries lately? “~…” “…Are you unhappy with the watch? I’m worried about that.” “I-I’m happy with it. Of course…” “That’s good then.”

Finally, I can laugh from the heart too. I let a natural sign of relieve and sink into the chair. In a moment, Tamamori-kun takes off the wristwatch. “!?” “I could break it…So I’ll take it off for now…” “It’s expensive enough not to break, sturdy and a first-class item!!” “But you see, it’s a waste on me…” “You really are amazing…I have no bad intentions and you are crushing my feelings with your foot like that...” “It’s better if well-made things like that are cherished… Ah, that’s right! I’ll drive a nail into the wall and hang it up.” “Hold on…”

I forgot that Tamamori-kun is a thickheaded guy. Maybe it would have been easier if I just picked some flowers on the roadside and gifted them to him.

Thanks to the expensive watch, he is walking around the room in high-spirit. It’s almost like he can’t decide a position for the household shrine.

“What should we do Kawase-san…! If this continues, he will hang it on the wall!” “Ah-…. What to do…”

This is rather interesting too. A watch is something you should only gift to important people. This wristwatch matches with the one I’m also wearing on my left arm. It’s ticking at the same time as the one Tamamori-kun has. I wanted him to wear it all the time without taking it off, no matter where he goes, so he can always feel my presence…

Well, it’s fine. Tamamori-kun seems happy, that’s enough for me.

I’ll save my congratulations for tonight.

*(Translator note: The title is referencing to one track of Hashihime’s own soundtrack which always plays when Tamamori is meeting Kawase at the café, it’s French for “Look at me”.)

#hashihime of the old book town #koshotengai no hashihime #kawase #tamamori #kawatama #bl game

[runningfrom2am]

coryo: money is not an object, i just want you to have the wedding of your dreams.

r, realising the who is paying for everything: the wedding won’t be perfect if i don’t have at least seven dresses.

-and i love her for it.

SEJANUS AND LUCY GRAY MENTION!! had they not returned to capitol, sejanus and lucy gray would have been the best man and the maid of honour. this is going to haunt me.

at first i was shocked that tigris wasn’t the maid of honour but then i read the reasoning behind it and everything, once again, made absolutely perfect sense. someone who is almost everything but not quite, fitting the image but still less than her. also her thinking tigris is prettier than her while coryo doesn’t even consider tigris pretty.

“we agreed on the wedding and this is the reception.” he thought he did something there didn’t he? the audacity. he was late too.

living for the fact that %90 of the impulsive decisions the bride makes are what the groom wished he could at one point in his life.

imagine getting livia cardew thrown out of a social event for causing a scene. with the award season starting recently, let’s give r an oscar for the best actress.

no bc first of all AS SHE SHOULD i love that energy for them i just know she had the time of her LIFE planning this wedding.

also AHH yes sejanus and lucy gray and HERES THE THING: r is all like “hmm idk maybe it would have been them guess we’ll never know 🤷‍♀️” but i can 100% tell you right now it would have been them, no questions even asked. up until the very bitter end she truly did love lucy gray, and she loved sejanus even after that. i think he was so much harder for her to get over and i would LOVE to expand on that one day in another oneshot maybe but i digress…

i truly believe that at this point r really does love tigris, but the love she gives out is fragile so as we have discussed it wouldn’t last forever and it would end abruptly. BUT i think that honestly the only reason she didn’t ask her to be MOH was because she believes she’s prettier than her. clemensia was not doing well, she was still recovering from the snake bite and clearly a mess physically AND emotionally (if her drinking habits are any indicator) so r thought she was perfect for the job because she under no circumstances could steal any positive attention from her. with tigris, i do think that in some subconscious capacity r feels threatened by her. she’s the only one who knows coryo as well as she does, possibly more, and that scares her after what happened with lucy gray. i believe she firmly does honestly think that tigris is prettier and that’s why she picked clem, but there is more behind that decision than even she understands. i think that she was embarrassed that her family would not be playing any kind of role in their wedding, so what would people think if his cousin did? they needed to be equally independent from their families, otherwise people would ask questions she did not want to answer.

edit from an hour later: i’d also like to note that when tigris talks to katniss, she claims that she was let go from her job as a stylist in the games (r’s games) bc snow “didn’t think i was pretty enough anymore”, so which snow did she mean?? just food for thought idk

okay and then on the topic of her father,, coryo ate him UP. enough said, honestly hahahaha

moving on to your next point, that’s totally a big part of why coryo loves her so much. that’s evident from the very beginning of the series too, though back then he views it a little differently. while other people look at her and see recklessness, anger issues, and general unpleasantness, he only sees that she’s a lot more honest and brave than anyone else is. he’s said it a billion times- she’s braver and stronger than anyone he’s ever met; including himself, and he admires that she can take what she wants without feeling guilty or embarrassed about her actions.

and FINALLY,, so true bestie she does deserve an award. even if the acting itself fooled no one, who are they to say that it wasn’t genuine?? rumours would not stick on her- livia would be at fault regardless. also shoutout coryo for understanding the vibes immediately and going along with it. he’s so real for that.

ONE MORE THING on the topic of livia,, this was so fun to use her to show how much r has changed through the whole ordeal. this takes place a little over two years (ish) after the finer things in life, and the way she treats livia is so so different, but livia has stayed pretty much the same, if not hardened up a little. r went from livia kicking her out of a party for bringing drugs only to hug her in response, to kicking livia out of her wedding for wearing a dress that had a little too much white on it and her first urge was to get violent over it. idk, i feel like i could talk ab this more but it’s just a little thought i wanted to share.

thank you as always bestie!!

#i have the answers #LTPF <3 #that-veela-girl

[moonstruckloverwritings]

Yandere! Steve Rogers x Reader (general Headcanons)

Steve’s song about/to reader:

Completely obsessive, incredibly possessive, and sooo clingy.

So, first off, I think he would be a very black and white yandere.

What I mean by that is, he could either be your most beautiful daydream or your most terrifying nightmare. It really all depends on how much you behave.

I think at first he would try to date you normally but would also rush it or go overboard before you guys have gotten to a level that certain gestures are normal. Like getting you clothes, engraved jewelry, and like a build-a-bear at the first date level when those gifts would be seen as overbearing. Or downright creepy.

This might push you away on its own. And 100% would if you didn’t like him that way to begin with.

But if you did accept it and liked him back, you’re just digging your own metaphoric grave I’m gonna be honest. You give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. He would be completely comfortable with being married and in the process of having kids by the end of the year. The sooner the better in his eyes.

If you tried to let him down easy as in, you didn’t completely cut contact off, maybe stayed friends or colleagues, he would argue about it. “Why am I not enough? I’d do anything for you!” “What more could I do? I’ll do it!” He would get aggravated and try to convince you to change your mind. Wether nicely or.. loudly.

If you completely ditched out on him and tried to hide from or avoid him and his texts, he would find you. That’s it. That’s just how it would be. He would find you and you would learn to love him. He would kidnap you and have strict rules on what you could and couldn’t do.

He would spoil you while you were good but if you had been bad and broken rules, he would severely punish you. This is the first yandere I’ve written about that would actually put their hands on you in anger in some way. I could see him spanking you or if you kept pushing and made him mad enough, he might slap you out of anger. Slapping you would make him instantly feel guilt and regret and would be the only way he might regret his actions. Spanking though, doesn’t effect him emotionally because he would be one of those people that don’t see them as the same thing even though the only difference is location. And with him being a super soldier and having super strength.. it would hurt so much more.

Other punishments would be things more like stern or angry lectures, confinement until submission, and confiscating things you enjoy.

His rules are pretty strict as well. He would expect you to fall in line of the traditional “house wife”. You cook his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You clean the house. You pamper and fawn over him and his needs. And you will not complain, argue back at him, or fight against him in any scenario. If you do, you will immediately be punished. The severity of the broken rule will have a matching punishment of the same severity.

If you can expect anything out of him, expect him to be fair. If you brake a rule the punishment is matching in severity, if you’re the house wife then he will provide everything you want and need. He won’t punish you without cause. Etc.

He will pay for everything. Just ask and you’ll get it.

I may have painted him more as a dictator and that is accurate for one side of him as a yandere but he also has another softer side.

He is very clingy and very affectionate. He does love you in his own.. twisted way. Cuddling and kisses are very frequent in this relationship. He would love doing silly things that he missed out on too. Board games, fun karaoke, etc. he would love just spending time with you in general. Being around you and with you in anyway is his bliss. If you’re less lively and have more of a calmer personality, he’d love to read your favorite books to you. Or poetry if you like that. Hot cocoa, in front of the fire place with him rubbing your feet and you reading a good book while it snows outside. He is very attentive and loving if you let him show it.

He would be completely obsessed with you in ways like this. Always thinking of you when he’s away. Always worrying over you. Always touching you in some way like holding hands or his arm around you holding you close. When cuddling he is very much the type to nuzzle against your shoulder and just breathing you in. He lives to indulge in you. This is also why I picked the song I added to the post. He is absolutely obsessed with you.

“Just let me love you, darling.”

Authors note:

There’s many ways I could see a yandere Steve Rogers going so if anyone has any requests on scenarios, lmk!

#headcanon #x reader #x y/n #x you #yandere #yande.re #obsessiveness #headcanons #marvel #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #mcu fanfiction #mcufam #mcu x reader

[yibocheeks]

Wu Ming Promo Tour - Wuhan Interview Excerpts

More below the cut:

1st showing

MC: Is this Yibo's first time visiting Wuhan? Yibo: Yes (nods) MC: What feeling do you get from visiting Wuhan? Yibo: Mountains and rivers (Wuhan has a number of hills and lakes and has the Changjiang running through it)

There is a very excited male viewer in the audience who gets the mike. He says he noticed a very charming line in the movie, one that he thinks would be very worth seeing Yibo re-enact live for the audience. It is when he says to Ms. Fang, "We had an engagement." MC: If you care about this line so much, then I think you should watch Wu Ming a few more times, the mood can be found within the movie The audience member responds that he hopes he can see Wang Yibo-laoshi's passion and acting Yibo: In front of so many females in the audience, I can't act this out

The next audience member asks about a scene where Yibo and another character look at their watches at the same time. Was this predetermined or was this through the chemistry of the two actors? Yibo: To be honest after speaking our lines, the director did not say "cut". So maybe it was through the chemistry with the other actor that we both looked Cheng Er confirms that he purposely did not say "cut" because he wanted to see how the two actors would act after finishing their lines.

One of the audience members compliments Yibo for how well he portrayed the villain role and Yibo smiles at this.

Cheng Er asks everyone to pay attention to the upcoming interview with Lu Yu (will be broadcast the evening of Jan 25). He says that they will reveal the photograph (that had him select Wang Yibo). Cheng Er: I also want to say a few words on the negative voices that was mentioned earlier (one of the audience members had brought it up in order to say words of encouragement to Yibo to not feel discouraged). I think the opinions on a movie are a very small matter, whether or not you like it is up to you, because you had spent money to buy the tickets. But if you didn't buy the tickets - if you were to slander us to the point of saying that this has something to do with the air forces (Yibo laughs), well this is unreasonable. What I want to remind is, if you let this habit of lying and flipping what's wrong and what's right fester - it's true that if you were to lie about a movie and flip what's wrong and right in the reviews then it doesn't matter, it doesn't cause much harm and doesn't really matter to the world - but lying and flipping what's wrong and right, this habit will fester. Just like when a person will say certain things for the sake of profit, just like now or those who are still walking on the boundaries. A movie is really not important, no matter what may be said, it doesn't harm Yibo or myself. Wu Ming is a movie that will definitely endure. So (these comments) are not important. What is important is that we shouldn't let lies or flipping whats wrong and right become habits that fester. This will eventually harm every one of us, including those who scold us. Don't let these bad habits develop. Let's be honest. We shouldn't do these just because we received money, or because we like another young actor. There is no meaning to this, this only becomes harmful to the other. This is what I wish for everyone, for Wang Yibo and for all the young actors.

MC wraps up the interview and asks the director and Yibo to say a few closing words. Cheng Er: I won't say anymore, I'll leave this time for you to ask Yibo one more question. (The audience member Yibo chooses says that she is part of a mama fan chat group and is overflowing with praise for the fight scenes. She doesn’t end up asking a question 😂)

Last showing One audience member compliments him on the smile that he has in that one notable scene, his Japanese, his gaze, his fight scenes which are even better than action movies. And he smiled so much listening to this.

One audience member asks if this movie will be shown in Hong Kong, Macau or internationally. Cheng Er: As far as I know this movie will be released in Hong Kong on the 15th (of the 1st lunar month).

Another audience member speaks to how he has seen the exceptional talents of the older generation (Tony Leung, Zhou Xun, Huang Lei), the middle generation (Da Peng, Wang Chuanjun), as well (his voices raises in pitch in excitement) as the representative of the young generation, Wang Yibo! Cheng Er then asks all the female members of the audience (who make up the majority) to bring their male friends along to watch the movie, and says again that even if they are not Yibo's fans, they can get to watch him get beat up. 😂

Yibo's closing words: I am very grateful that people are willing to watch 2-6 times for Wu Ming, or to answers the questions that they have in the movie. I think there is no movie that can not be understood, it just depends on whether you want to understand the movie, whether you really care to pay attention to the details within it. As long as you are willing to watch it more, analyze it more and think about it more, I think you will be able to understand every movie. Thank you everyone.

Another showing  Yibo is asked about the drunken shrimp again. Yibo: I really didn’t count. Before eating I didn’t really dare to as it was my first time to eat something live. But once I was instructed to start, I didn’t think too much about it and ate.

Audience member asks if it was good. Yibo: Maybe it would have been better if it was soaking (in the wine broth) for longer. Have you ever tried Wuhan's hot dry noodles? Yibo: I think I must have had it in Changsha (t/n: perhaps for TTXS)

His closing words: Yibo: To hear everyone's thoughts after watching the movie, that you are interested to analyze it, we also enjoy it and think it is very worthwhile.

Closing words from another showing: Yibo: I think time has passed very quickly. I will not remember or deliberately try to recall what I might have said or done in the past, but everything that I say and do is towards the direction that I hope to achieve and that I work towards. I think that evil will not win over righteousness. As long as we use our sincere hearts, I don't think there is anything that can hinder us. I think for all the people that slander me to spend so much time on me, I think it must be really hard work for them and a lot of effort, so I think they're incredible. For them to choose to spend their lives and so much effort on slandering someone, I think their life would not be very fulfilling. People should live their own lives. I hope the same for you. You may like me very much but I think everyone should have their own lives. I may be your idol or role model, and of course I will continue to work hard, but I hope you will also lead your own lives.

#wang yibo #cheng er #wu ming #hidden blade #a lot of it is fans complimenting cheng er and yibo #it was so heartwarming to hear all the praise and words of encouragement for yibo #translations

[rebelumbrella46]

Rewatching TUA - 3x10 “Oblivion”

Alright.. if I'm going to be honest... I must say I was a little disappointed in the final battle of this episode, I didn't like the kamikaze plot, it didn't make sense to me... I would rather have seen them fighting aliens or something that was more related to the plot since last season we were told that Reginald is an alien...

Regardless, I liked some moments like Lila and Viktor using the powers together, seeing Ben's tentacles in action. And when Klaus conjured Luther...

However, the scenes of Sloane's powers had poorly CGI, as was the scene where Five loses his arm, and when the hotel is revealed to be a machine and the Umbrella are dying when their marigolds are sucked out of them. ... But I don't pay much attention to it, since I know they did the best they could with the budget Netflix gave them...

Other than the details, we didn't get any answers about anything, like how Reginald built the hotel on the other side of the tunnel, or about his alien past.

I know some people said that compared to the previous season’s plot twist at the end, this one didn't elicit any feelings of “I need to know what's next!" I am sorry but I disagree!

How could you watch the last few minutes and be okay if that were to be the end, like no one has powers, we have no idea what kind of world we're in, and everyone went their separate ways? Oh, and Hargreeves is alive, again... and with his possible Alien wife... in a world he seems to rule...

i'm so glad that we get another season, because what i felt by those last few minutes was the showrunners way of ending the show in case it didn't get renew... and that just makes me angry... TUA is one of the best shows Netflix has, why don't they start treating it like it... instead we get only six episodes to wrap up everything...

Allison's betrayal, the powers lost, the new world, Reginald story, Who is Abigail? Lila and Diego being parents, Five living without the apocalypse in a 13 years old body... klaus and his mortality, Luther and Sloane, In the post credits scene is it Brelly Ben or Sparrow Ben?, what kind of life will Viktor have now, with no powers and no violin?

#The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #tua season 3 #tua #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #Viktor hargreeves #Reginald Hargreeves

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Supernatural Love

Chapter Twenty Three: A Breakup

Summary:  Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day.  Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate?  And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Some swearing

Word Count:1785 

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

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     It was Monday and you went to work feeling good about the events of the weekend.  It was a whirlwind but you hadn’t felt better in a long time.  You hadn’t heard from Jensen again and though it made you a little sad, you were glad because you didn’t want some half assed effort for who knows what.  He wasn’t acting like the man you used to know and you hoped it was just for the weekend but who knew? It has happened every weekend for three years.

     It was the afternoon, as the morning had flown by, and you were knee deep in charts.  That’s when a call of your name and tap on your shoulder surprised you and you jumped a little, turning around.

“Hi Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you.”  Dee said.

“That’s okay, I wasn't paying attention. I was so focused.”  You responded by indicating to your chart.

“I don’t mean to interrupt or take up much of your time, but can we talk somewhere for a minute?”  She was very serious and you of course indulged her.

“Yes, we can go into an exam room just down the hall.”  You led the way.  You closed the door behind you and you didn't say anything.  She seemed serious and you were going to let her speak her peace.  

"I respect you so I wanted to tell you in person". She began.  Your face showed surprise but again you didn't speak.  "This weekend Jensen broke up with me". Her choice of words didn't escape you.  He finally took action, good for him.

"Oh" was all you could say.

"I'm guessing you haven't heard and I'm not sure if I'm the right person to even tell you this happened but I need to speak my piece" she continued.

"Okay". You still weren't sure what was happening.

"We both know Jensen still loves you.  He and I were together during a time when we needed each other.  However, that time is long past and we got comfortable.  I care about him but I knew he was never the one.  Even if I did think so I never had a fighting chance when you still held his heart.  He never got it back and he never wanted to.  He wants to be with you and he finally decided to do something about it.  I am fine and I don’t want to get in the way of you two.  Anyone can tell that you two belong together and I sincerely hope you take him back.”  You were speechless.  You didn’t know what to say.  She was telling you to take him back and that she was okay with it.  They finally broke up too.

“I’ll be honest Dee, I am not sure what to say.”  You told her.  She smiled.

“I understand. It’s a lot to take in. Just know that whatever you do, as long as you believe it’s truly for the best, is okay.”  She gave you a hug and walked out of the door.  You had a lot to think about.

     You got home that night and lit some candles.  You didn’t really do that sort of thing but you had a big day and thought it was a good idea.  Another good idea was to tell Gen to come over and talk about what the frick frack is going on.  She quickly came over and brought your favorite bottle of wine.  She was so reliable and you loved her for it.

“What’s going on?”  She asked you after you had both settled on the couch with the bottle of wine.

“Daneel showed up at work today and told me she and Jensen broke up”  She just nodded.  “I only assume you already knew.”  You had guessed before but her lack of reaction confirmed it.

“Jensen told us the night he did it.”  She told you.

“What did he say?”  You asked more eagerly than you wanted to sound.

“I think you need to talk to him about it.”  She told you apologetically.  “What did Dee say?”

“She was so nice about it.  She told me that she basically wants him and I to get back together.”

“What do you want?”

“He is a different man than I knew but I can’t deny that I still love him, or that the change is a better one, more mature.”  You finally admitted it to yourself.

“I think that now that you both are single, you need to talk to him and really see what you both want”  What she said made sense but you didn’t want to initiate it.  You told him what you wanted and you were going to stick to it.  You didn’t have to wait long because later that night, while you both had almost finished the bottle of wine you heard a knock at your door.  You got up to open it, and Gen trailed behind you.  You opened the door to a nervous looking Jensen.  He looked just how he did on your first date when he came to pick you up and your heart skipped a beat.

“Hi Y/N”  He smiled.  He had your favorite kind of flowers in hand and you could tell he dropped a small fortune on them given the size.  Gen smiled behind you and hugged you.  

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”  She said, then whispered for only you to hear, “Unless you two are in bed.”  She winked and you tried to hide your wide eyes.  You would have loved to say something to her and she knew you couldn’t so she smirked and walked out, giving Jensen a good luck pat on her way out.

“Come in Jensen.”  You turned to let him walk in and tried to quickly fix your hair, clothes, makeup, whatever you could in the two seconds you had.

“I’m sorry I am showing up unexpectedly, but I need to talk to you.”

“What do you have to say?”  You tried to sound unphased but knew you were failing.

“You told me not to talk to you until I figured my shit out.  I needed that kick in the pants. I haven’t been myself since you left and I need to grow up and take control again.  I don’t want to sound pitiful but you had such an effect on me and you still do.”  You gave him a half smile and you both sat on your couch.

“I’m glad I could help you be a man.”  You half teased.

“You really did.  I needed to figure out what I wanted and have the balls to do it.  So here it is.  I broke up with Dee because I am still in love with you.  You deserve more than just words, you deserve actions.”  

“The flowers are a good start.”  You said, looking at the counter where he put the monstrous vase.

“It isn’t nearly enough but I am trying.”  He started to reach for your hand but stopped.  You were a little disappointed but made eye contact and raised your brow a little to let him know to continue.

“I broke up with her because we didn’t fit and we never did.  She was a good friend and we became close but we never really were romantic.  It made sense at the time to date but I never stopped thinking about you.  She knew that and she helped me through a lot of stuff.   But I have been given a chance to see you again and I don’t want to screw it up again.  I can’t lose you again.  I want you, all of you, no half assed effort during long distance crap.  I don’t deserve you but I want to try and prove to you that I have changed and I will do anything to make it right.”  He became desperate and you didn’t try to keep the tear from falling down your cheek.  He stopped to wipe it so softly and you closed your eyes at his touch.  You missed it more than you ever realized.  You grabbed his hand when it left your cheek all too soon.

“Jensen, I really appreciate this effort I do.”  He looked a little dejected.

“But?”  You loosened your grip a little yet he only tightened his.

“But, I don’t know what to say.  We are still in the same place we were three years ago.  I still live in Dallas, and you still spend the majority of your time in Vancouver.  How do I know that once this gets too hard you won’t leave again?  Because I can’t do that again, I won’t.”  You sounded more firm than you thought you would and you were glad for it.

“I know sweetheart, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t kick myself over it.  But I want you to know that I love you so much and I will never stop.  I am willing to try and get over my stupid ego and insecurities.  Jared and Gen have a good system of phone calls, facetime, and traveling and I think we can do it too.  We can do it our way and if you don’t think you can do it, I won’t stop you.  If you want to go I will let you because I love you.”

“Jens, I-”

“I love you Y/N, so much.  I can’t stand it most days.  I will do anything for you, just give me a chance to prove it, please.”  He was begging you.

“I gotta say, it’s kinda hot seeing you beg me like this.”  You smirked at him causing you both to let out a laughing breath neither knew they were holding.

“I’ll beg if that’s what you want.”  He got onto his knees before you and held both your hands in his.  “Baby, I love you so much.  Please let me back into your life.  I can’t live without you.”  You smiled and leaned down, holding his hand to your cheek.

“I love you too Jensen.  I want to make this work.”  His eyes darted between yours as he was processing what you were saying.

“Are you sure sweetheart?  I have been an ass and I understand if you want to just kick me out.”

You chuckled.  “Are you trying to convince me to take you back or kick you out?”  You joked with a loving smile.

“Take me back please”  He smiled.

“Okay”  You said simply.

“Yeah?”  He ventured.

“Kiss me like you mean it Ackles.  You owe me that much.”  You challenged him.  He gladly obliged.  He stayed the whole night and proved to you in many ways that he wasn’t going to go anywhere.

#a supernatural love #Supernatural show #supernatural fic #supernatural writing #supernatural fanfic series #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x y/n #Jensen Ackles #Jensen x Danneel #Jensen x You #jensen fanfic #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #jared x gen #Jared Paladecki #Jared Padalecki #Genevieve Padalecki #daneel ackles

[twdmusicboxmystery]

11x23: Family - First Thoughts

Okay, what did everyone else think of ep 23? I thought it was awesome! Not only was the end so heart-meltingly sweet (“Daddy?”) but it was totally full and action and BETH CALLBACKS!!! Did you catch them all? If not, keep reading!

***As always, spoilers for the episode abound below. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

So, the first thing I want to point out is Judith’s monologue at the beginning. Obviously we’ve been paying close attention to those for this entire block of episodes. But this one REALLY reminded me of Beth’s monologue at the beginning of Inmates. Now, of course the words and images they showed were different. Because using the exact same ones would be obvious and wouldn’t work for what’s going on in the show right now. But the ideas are very similar. I’ve bolded corresponding ideas below. Check it out:

Judith: 

“For the longest time, we were just fighting to survive. Trying to get back what we lost. This family, my family, we would do anything to protect each other. And we’re fighting now for something else. Something bigger. A new beginning. But that comes with a cost. There’s always a cost. I never got to know my mom, Lori. My brother Carl dreamed of a day when we’d all live together in peace. My mom Michonne tired to hang up her sword. My dad Rick was searching for mercy. And me? Well, I guess I’m a Grimes too. I keep thinking about something my mom told me. A secret saying she used to share with my dad. It was like a good luck charm. For me and RJ, too. I was afraid to say it out loud. I was afraid to say so many things out loud. But we didn’t know when we started this, that this would be the day everything changed forever.”

Beth in Inmates: 

“Hey, I know it’s been a while. I’m gonna be honest. I forgot about you. After the farm, we were always moving. But something happened. Something good. Finally. We found a prison. Daddy thinks we can make it into a home. He says we can grow crops in the field. Find pigs and chickens. Stop running, stop scavenging. Lori’s baby is just about due. She’ll need a safe place when it comes. The rest of us, we just need a safe place to be. I woke up in my own bed yesterday. My own bed, in my own room. But I’ve been keeping my bag packed, keeping my gun close. I’ve been afraid to get my hopes up, thinking we can actually stay here. The thing is, I’ve been starting to get afraid that it’s easier just to be afraid. But this morning, Daddy said something: “If you don’t have hope, what’s the point of living?” So, I unpacked my bag, and I found you. So, I’m gonna start writing in you again. And I’m gonna write this down now because you should write down wishes to make ‘em come true. We can live here. We can live here for the rest of our lives.”

Okay, so again, obviously different words. But both talk about what was lost (the farm, or Judith just saying ‘what we lost.’) They also both talk about a new beginning. Judith actually says that, Beth talks about finding the prison. Both mention Lori in some way. It’s notable that Beth mentioned Judith’s birth, and now Judith, so much like Beth, is doing the monologues. And both talk about what being afraid, but trying to let go of that fear. Both actually use the words, “I was afraid” or “starting to get afraid.” 

I would even argue that Beth talks about her journal, though we don’t actually see it in the sequence, while Judith pulls out Michonne’s paper of laws that she had the community leaders sign. Both have to do with records of what has gone before, as well as planning for the future. 

See the similarities? Well, buckle up, grasshoppers, that’s just the beginning of the parallels.

Next, we have Rosita and Gabriel on the train, talking about faith. Again, Rosita = Daryl in Inmates, and Gabe = Beth. Rosita sort of mocks his faith a little, but he just smiles and affirms it. Very similar to Beth and Daryl’s exchange about faith in Inmates.

This one may be small potatoes, but it got an eyebrow raise from me. We see a walker, walking along the tracks, just before the train hits it. 

Maybe just an excuse for walker gore, but it reminded me of the walker we saw in 5x01 walking along the tracks. People called that the “Andrea walker” because it was wearing Andrea’s S3 outfit, but it also had a handcuff attached to one hand. There’s no doubt in my mind that it was a foreshadow of Beth’s arc.

Beth was already imprisoned at Grady by this time, and she took over many of comic-book-Andrea’s storylines. Especially her scars. So, seeing another walker walking along the traintracks felt like a callback to 5x01, and  hence, a Beth clue.

Next, we had Daryl telling Judith that after this mission, he’ll tell her every story he has about everyone who ever loved her. OBVIOUSLY that would include stories about Beth. 

And for the record, this is actually the second time he’s said something like this to someone. The other person was Lydia, back in 9x16, The Storm. When they were looking at the pictures above Maggie’s desk at Hilltop, he told her one day he’d tell her about them. As far as we know, he never has. But they aren’t putting things like this into the show by accident or without any intention of following them up. Granted, I don’t think we’ll see this in ep 24, but we will at some point. And of course we have the spinoffs coming up.

Next, we have Lydia’s arm. A sad development, but we’re not seeing any indication that she’ll die from it. With Cassidy Mclincy spotted in France, there’s a very good chance she’ll be part of the spinoff. But the main thing here is that, while they tried hard to equate it with Aaron losing his arm, it was really more reminiscent of Tyrese. 

Not only because it was a walker bite (Aaron’s was not) but because they held her arm out and cut it off with a sword. Even the camera angle was exactly like Tyreese’s in 5x09. You know, the last official episode we saw Beth in, with tons of foreshadows of the CRM. Just saying.

Seeing the group crouch outside the CW, looking for a way in reminded me of the end of 4x16, when Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Carl did something similar before going into Terminus.

Eugene fights with a trooper in his room. It reminded me a lot of Daryl’s fight with Officer Lecari in 5x07 Crossed. We already talked about how they called back to that in the earlier episode when Daryl and Carol had to fight people off, but this felt similar to me.

Now, for the biggest parallel. Since footage of Daryl carrying Judith surfaced some time ago, we’ve known for a while that Judith would be injured, but we didn’t know how. She was SHOT guys. SHOT. And the entire train station sequence was one big replay of Grady.

So, first we have Judith pushing Maggie out of the way. Oh man. We could go several ways on that. Judith, our little sheriff, just saved Maggie’s life. Beth’s sister. She was also being heroic and saving someone in general, just as Beth tried to save Noah.

As soon as she’s shot, just as Beth was shot, she goes down, and Daryl bends over here. The major difference here is that Judith is not shot in the head, and Daryl is not assuming she’s dead. He’s just terrified she might die of her injuries. 

WE also saw everything go into slow motion, just as at Grady. 

WE see Pamela’s reaction, just as we saw Dawn’s. 

And they showed other members of TF having terrified reactions to Judith being shot, just as we saw at Grady.

I also think there was a parallel to Rick’s disappearance here. Daryl tells Zeke to throw the fire extinguisher in the air. Fire extinguishers are symbols we’ve pointed at for some time. 

But it’s also red, and when Daryl shoots it, it explodes, giving them a way to escape. It’s very similar to Rick firing his gun at the red dynamite on the bridge, which saved the communities from the walker horde. I think there’s a purposeful parallel there.

Then, Daryl just so happens to carry Judith out in the same way he carried Beth. Now, AK said they wanted to equate it with Rick carrying Carl in S2 after he was shot. And given the parental relationship Daryl has with Judith, I think that’s valid. But with all the other Grady parallels, I don’t think we can discount the Beth parallels, either. It’s both.

But we can even go deeper than that. At the beginning, Judith put her (Carl’s/Rick’s) sheriff’s hat on RJ. This was very much a “new sheriff in town” moment. Now, it’s not exact, because the hat was put on Beth in 4x16, and Judith (the Beth character) put it on someone else, but I don’t think the details are super important here. 

I mean, it wouldn’t have made sense having someone else give it to Judith because she already had it. The point is, the hat was put on Beth’s head in 4x16, and a few episodes later (5x08) she was shot in the Grady sequence and carried out in Daryl’s arms. Here, Judith put the hat on RJ, and  a little later in the same episode, was shot in a very Grady-like sequence, and carried out in Daryl’s arms.

And I suspected (and kind of knew because of the leaked footage) that all of this stuff we’ve seen that’s been a clear repeat of 4b would culminate in a Grady like sequence.

And guys, that’s AWESOME for us. Because it shows that they’re doing repeat sequences to lead up to Beth’s return.

We don’t know for sure if we’ll see Beth in 11x24. I really hope we will, in an after-the-credits coda at least. But if we don’t, it won’t matter all that much to me (other than the usual disappointment). I know there will be those who roll their eyes and leave TD, talking about how we’ve been preaching her return for years and now the show has ended and we’re still holding on.

And okay. I totally get it. But people who say that don’t really understand the story TWD is trying to tell. Beth was never going to return until the CRM storyline came around. Of course we didn’t understand that back in S6, S7, S8, etc. But we’ve learned and understood more as each season progressed. Grady was tied to the CRM, and we know the CRM will be explored in the spinoffs, so either way, we’re looking to those for Beth’s story.

Meanwhile, they’ve done a complete retelling of 4b, right up to and threw the Grady storyline. This, in my mind, is obviously leading up to Beth showing up.

I’m going to do a more in-depth post later this week about the musical coda and how they’re using it here, but just trust me on this, guys. We’re right on track here.  

The other thing to ponder is that this simply MUST be a massive clue to what happened with Beth. I mean, in terms of why she was shot. Judith was shot when pushing someone out of the way; trying to save them. Now, Beth wasn’t doing that in a literal way when she was hit, but you could argue that she was confronting Dawn to try and save Noah.

But perhaps more to the point, Judith was shot accidentally. Pam was aiming for someone else (Maggie) and accidentally hit Judith. We still can’t say much about the details of how that happened with Beth, but to me, this is pretty good evidence that she was shot by accident. There were theories about someone trying to shoot Rick in that hallway, because he was a threat. But for me, especially given that the female officer says, “hold your fire. It was just about her,” it seems clear to me that someone at Grady was trying to take out Dawn. They were aiming for her, but hit Beth instead. 

Again, because of all the Coda parallels here, this is pretty good proof in my mind that that’s what happened in the hallway of Grady. And even that should bring everyone hope because the showrunners are STILL letting us believe Dawn shot her. If Beth wasn’t coming back and none of this was relevant, they would have explained the ending of Coda to us by now. The fact that they haven’t shows that they’re still planning to at some point. 

We even have some of the missing 17 days figured in here. While Daryl is carrying Judith, TF is running around, trying to escape, and ends up surrounded by walkers. Basically the exact thing we think happened with Beth during the missing 17 days, leading to her being left behind. They are even surrounded by chain link fences here, which is very reminiscent of Grady. Grady had the green military tents. Here, we have a different kind of military: the white CW troopers.

So yeah. I’m gonna leave you with that today, but there’s plenty more to say about this episode.

I also want to note that while AK said they would be ending the series very well and tying things up nicely, rather than JUST setting up for the spinoffs, it really isn’t looking that way. I kind of think she was full of it, lol. Maybe they will tie things up nicely the last five minutes of the next episode, but they have a LOT of ground to cover for just one more episode. Lots of action and stuff that still has to happen. So, I’m looking forward to a nice, cliff-hangery set up for the spinoffs.

Also, remember that the final episode won’t be put on the app one week early. So, no one will be seeing it until next Sunday. Can’t wait!

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #BETH IS COMING #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

[blissfulalchemist]

stranger + lyra/carly/stasia xx

Stella! Thank you so much for letting me play with them and allowing your daughter to have the opportunity to take over the world should she choose and eventually get cool metallic tattoos I hope you enjoy it!

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There’s a calm each time she’s finished, when she looks around the room to see the blood splatter, feel it caress her skin, and fingers no longer aching from gripping the knife so tightly. Strands of red hair cling to her face as she looks down upon the latest man, victim, Hardly, eight and far from the last. Lyra’s breathing finally evens out, hands lowering, and legs tensing to extract herself from atop of him when she can feel the gaze boring into her back.

“My, my,” Lyra looks over her shoulder into the eyes of a woman that is not unfamiliar to her, though surprising. Her clothes, white and beige, are free from blood and the smile she wears while as soft as the night they first met promises something that Lyra can’t quite make out yet to be in her benefit or not. The woman stands fluffing out her brown hair, eyes inspecting the room, “You were busy tonight it seems dear.” She clicks her tongue, “I always wondered, Lyra, if the mess was because you didn't know any better method or you were sending a message, but seeing you in action I have my answer.”

Her eyes narrow a moment, “How did you get in here? I didn’t hear a door or window open.”

Her head rolls with a smirk, “Could you say you were paying enough attention to have though?” The woman hums, turning the man’s face to look down on it, “Pity, his mistress will be so saddened to hear the news. And she gets less pretty when she’s sad.” She throws the face away from her, eyes locking onto Lyra’s, the red ring surrounding the pupil is new, or maybe just finally visible to her.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Lyra removes herself finally, taking a few steps back, “How did you get in here?”

Her smile grows, the strain to keep her lips closed not lost on Lyra, “That is an answer for a later date….if you truly want to know that is.” She waves a hand, starting to pace the room, “Did you give any more thought to mine and Stasia’s proposal?” When she doesn’t answer right away the woman frowns, “Do you not remember me, Lyra? I’m hurt if that is the case.”

Lyra shakes her head, “No I remember you, and your partner, I just don’t believe Carly Scotsman is your real name, darling.”

“Oh it isn’t.”

Lyra crosses her arms, “Care to inform me of it?”

“Just Carly.” She chuckles, “Though you may also call me Jane Doe if you’d like.”

“If that’s the case then I have no need of your assistance. Consider this a rejection.”

“All because of a name?” Carly gives a quick exaggerated pout that ends in a laugh, “Stasia and I have been nothing but honest with you. We like you, I like you.”

“Then why evade the questions I ask?”

“Protection. When you’ve lived as long as we have you start to see the world for what it truly is.” Carly’s head tilts towards the door to the hotel, “Though you seem to be ahead of your peers in that regard.” Lyra steps back into a defensive position when a light knock comes at the door. “Oh do come in Stas, don’t be a stranger.”

There’s a few clicks and in steps Stasia with her long black hair straightened to fall down her back and stand out against the white pantsuit she wears. Blue green eyes piercing among the same neutral face that Ly remembers so well from that night, one that can invoke a fear set deep in one’s mind. “I see we’re on number eight is that correct?” She asks, arms crossed, “Did Carly tell you why we’re here, Miss Fairbanks?”

She shakes her head, “No. Not yet.”

“Honestly Carly I know you’re a fan but this wasn’t a time for small talk,” Carly simply shrugs as Stasia lets out a sigh, “We have yet to hear from you on if you’d like to work with us.”

“The offer being that you give me a list of people that I’m free to kill and I get any assistance needed should I run into trouble, correct?”

“It’s a little more involved than that, but yes that one,” Carly says, pulling out a pocket knife, “All of the connections and all of the information just for you and your work.” She gives a small gasp finding a clean glass, “That simple. A win win for you.”

“And just what is it you get out of this, Stasia?”

The woman looks over at her partner that’s found herself back at the man’s neck, knife unsheathing with a small click, “In short? More business ventures.” Lyra cocks a brow, “I work in a world where I am surrounded by people that you have your eye on, people that you enact your justice upon.” She lets out a sigh when Carly makes a small cut at the jugular glass placed underneath to catch the oozing blood, “While I didn’t express my favoritism of you when we first met, I was impressed and glad that someone else is doing the work that needs to be done.”

Carly takes a drink, a quick flash of confusion playing on Lyra’s face before the mask returns, “We’ve been around a long time and trust me, the men have only gotten worse. You’ll also be relieving me of some duties.”

“How so?”

Carly smirks, while Stasia answers, “Carly needs to return back to her managing of some of our employees and partners, something I would trust with no one else. With your skillset and motives you’ve already helped some,” she nods to the blood drained body, “I was going to send her to persuade him into cooperation.”

“But I beat you to it,” Lyra sits in a blood splattered chair, legs crossing, looking between the two women, “You do know that I’m not a mercenary. Your proposal gives the implication that I am and or willing to become one.”

“To be a mercenary we would have to pay you, in cash,” Carly corrects, “we are simply offering more resources. Hmm, consider it like an investment into a start up. You’re free to do as you like, kill who you like, go wherever you like, and continue for as long as you like, we just will be there silently in the background should you run into any trouble or just wish to make life easier.” 

“The only interference from us would be asking you to refrain should your target need to stay alive until a certain date or transaction is complete. Sometimes their inheritor would create more complications that I’d rather avoid if possible,” Stasia shrugs, “Then you’re free to do what you wish with them. We’d never ask you to compromise you and your morals, as if we’d be able to do so, it’s one of the things we like best about you.”

In an instant Carly has moved the young woman in front of a mirror, fingers grazing lightly along her shoulders before Lyra even has a chance to gasp, “Just imagine how much more you could accomplish when you don’t have to worry about traveling with fake documents, have the ability to go anywhere in the world, and better yet….access to those that just always seemed out of range. Billionaires, politicians, the world is yours for the taking.” She hums watching as Lyra’s eyes glaze over lost in the possibilities she’s just described. “To top it off, the closer you work with us, the more you prove yourself,” Carly turns her to face her, finger just under her chin, “you’ll gain more power than you ever thought possible.”

Her big blue eyes stare up at Carly, “What if I don’t want it?”

“Then you don’t have to take it my dear. We’re all about freedom and allowing you the choice to work with us.”

“You should know,” Stasia interjects, “that we don’t offer it to just anyone. Hell we don’t even say anything until three years working with us.”

Lyra removes her face from Carly’s hand, standing as tall as she can make herself, “So why tell me?”

Stasia walks over, smiling and brushing back some of Lyra’s hair behind her ear, “You remind me of myself at your age and of Carly once she found her stride. A woman that is willing to do what it takes, unapologetically refuses to conform, and stands by her convictions, that is the kind of person I like to keep around. The kind of person I would love to have at my side even.”

“So what do you say,” Carly asks in a honeyed tone, “Will you take us up on our offer, Lyra?”

“You’re here to get an answer here and now?” The two give a nod. “Then just one last thing before I give it,” Lyra takes a deep breath, gaze locked onto Carly’s expression, “Tell me exactly what you are.”

“That’s not much of a question,” she says with a laugh, ending in a widening smile that reveals the elongated canines making the young woman step back in surprise, “but then again the answer should be quite obvious, don’t you think?”

#sadly until I can figure out how to make them all metallic looking no tatts this time around #but god! I love them and wish them all the best in conquering! #x3: lcs temp #carly oc #stasia e. oc #love the way you ly #the written word

[blueheartedmayor]

Random slightly shivers from his cold hand and follows along as he shows her around. She quietly pays attention, making a mental note of each room.

This place is big for one person. Not nearly as insane as the Manor, though. Feels way cozier, at least.

She looks toward the room he’s referring to, then back toward the adorable corgi sitting nearby. Her eyes light up and she grins at Damien.

“Aww, that wouldn’t be so bad. He’s a cutie! But if you think I should, then I’ll do just that.”

As he finishes speaking, she looks at her suitcase and beelines to her room. She sets it inside by the door and immediately goes back to him, waving her hand and smiling.

“It’s fine. Unpacking can wait. And yes, I think a chat would be nice.”

I should just tell him. If it were me, I’d wanna know who’s staying with me.

She hesitates, then looks him in the eye.

“I feel I should be honest with you, for starters. I know Wilford didn’t tell you much about me. But you’re the mayor and, more importantly, you’re letting me stay here…”

She knows she’s stalling, so she clears her throat and speaks bluntly.

“I’m currently on parole. I tried to pull off a museum heist a couple years ago, got caught, and chose to make amends by staying in prison longer than I could have.”

She fidgets a bit but forces herself to keep looking at him.

“…I really don’t want to go back yet, but if you want me to leave, I’ll respect your decision. I just…thought I should tell you.”

Please don’t kick me out, please, please, please…

@the-crypt-of-randomness

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One would be hard-pressed to find somewhere like the Manor, or even the supposed Labyrinth. As far as Random could tell, this was an ordinary apartment. For one person, it was the perfect size. With a guest, it felt like there would be enough space without feeling anyone was stepping over any 'boundaries'.

"Let's just say that he isn't a chewer of shoes, but a thief of them. It will save you some headaches searching for them."

Once Random moved toward the guest bedroom, Damien had only turned to return to the living room when he heard footsteps indicating her job was being postponed to later. It made sense, he realised, as it would help break the ice better than a pause between interactions. She was nervous - if Wilford had put him on the spot at three in the morning, he can't imagine how the conversation went on her end - and it was showing as clear as day. They only made it as far as the doorway before her tone changed to something more akin to worry.

True to Wilford's word, Damien knew nothing, and he didn't try to hide the traces of surprise as she explained her situation. It was unfortunate he didn't have his cane with him, but he made do by loosely folding his arms and giving her a sympathetic smile.

"I don't know what you've heard about me, Random, but I'm not a man who judges someone solely on their past. Being on parole is proof that you have been trying to show you are a better person who shows remorse over their actions. I do appreciate you telling me this, and in return I want to reassure you that I'm not going to ask you to leave. You are here on a break based on recent events that Wilford vaguely alluded to, and so you shall stay for the few days."

There was a brief pause as he glanced across the room toward the kitchen, then back to Random. "I'll not have someone stressed out after only arriving. What will you have to drink - tea? Coffee? A fizzy beverage of some sort? We can sit and chat, if that will help with the stress you're feeling."

#thecryptofrandomness #on the tablet #v; keeping the egos in check