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emberfrostlovesloki · 7 months

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Coffee Shop [Reader x Spencer]

Spencer's picture is credited to @lightningcrashes The other photos are mine.

Prompt: Characters get the same coffee order. They both reach for it at the same time, aka, when the reader and Spencer order the same, oddly specific coffee order, and the reader can see that Spencer is struggling and tries her best to be someone he can lean on. This story is more about Aaron and Spencer’s relationship than anything else and it deals with Spencer’s drug abuse problem (the reader is just kind of there).

Category: Angst/comfort/whump

Word Count: 4.7K

Content Warnings: Depiction of drug abuse (Spencer and Dilaudid), addiction, near overdose, brief mention of Tobias Hackel’s episode, mention of depression (and seasonal depression), suicidal ideation, mention of therapy/therapists, canon typical violence, suicide by cop (unsub), mention of child abuse (in the past), Narcan is given, hospitals.

A/N: I’m going to say a lot here. Please bear with me. I didn’t love how the show handled Spencer’s drug abuse in seasons two and three. It felt like his issues were just “solved” in season three by movie magic. That never sat right with me. So I had the idea for this one shot to provide a possible scenario that addresses Reid’s abuse and Aaron’s response to that problem. This is written as a platonic relationship with the reader. Aaron is acting like a dad to Reid here. I tried to make the depiction of drugs and drug abuse as accurate as possible, but if you see that I am totally off on something, please let me know in a direct message or comment. I’ve never written something like this before so I hope it’s okay. This takes place soon after season 2 episode 17 “Distress.”

If at any time you need to stop reading this story, please do so. My writing is not worth your mental health!

The literal prompt came from @imagining-in-the-margins and her amazing Meet Cute Writing challenge, though this is less of a Meet Cute and more of a possible friendship situation.

Lastly, and on a more positive note, if you liked this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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The coffee shop tantalizingly close to _y/n_’s apartment was packed today. Maybe it was because of the rain, or the fact that it had actually started to feel like fall in Virginia, and seasonal change just intrinsically called for a nice warm beverage. _y/n_ would normally dread being in a space this packed, but she’d had a good weekend and there was a soft hum of voices that made her feel oddly secure. She was grateful, however, that she had woken early enough to stand in the line and not be stressed about getting to work on time. As she made it to the front of the line, the barista, Belinda, looked up at her and smiled. “The unusual?” Belinda asked. _y/n_ nodded and said, “The usual, please.” _y/n_ pulled out her card and rewards punch card; she was two drinks away from a free beverage. _y/n_ often found rewards programs a waste, but with how often she found herself at The Press coffee shop, it was a no-brainer. _y/n_ stood by the far wall where there was actually a comfortable space to stand. There lights weren’t so bright and the music was softer as she waited for her drink. Even though it had been a good weekend, she was still tired. The feeling seemed to linger with her. _y/n_ wondered if her seasonal depression was pressing its way back into her life. _y/n_ closed her eyes and added calling her therapist’s office and making an appointment to her mental task list. Over time _y/n_ had learned that letting these emotions of melancholia fester was only a portent of emotional pain in the future.

The sound of her drink being called snapped her back to herself and her surroundings. _y/n_ moved through those also standing and waiting for their own caffeine fixes. When she finally made it to the counter she reached out for her creme brulee late with a double espresso, but she wasn’t the only one who was reaching for the cup. _y/n_ assumed that the man, who looked oddly familiar, was reaching for the cup next to hers. She was wrong. Their hands brushed together as they both reached for the latte and an unexpected warmth ran up her arm. _y/n_ turned to look directly at the slender, tall man trying to get her drink. She cleared her throat and said, “Sorry I think that’s mine.” The man looked down at her and swallowed, before replying, “No, I’m sure it’s mine. Sorry, I’m going to be late for my train.” With that, the man reached forward, took the contested drink into his slender hand, and moved as quickly as he could to the front door. _y/n_ watched him go with her drink and tried to pinpoint where she knew him from. It took a second, but once was out the door she remembered and facepalmed. ‘Of, course,’ she thought. The man lived on her floor at the apartment at the other end of the hall on the opposite side of her unit. She wondered if she would have to will to confront him later. That was if she even saw him. The man seemed to be gone for days, sometimes a full week at a time. In the evenings when she came back from work sometimes he would be going out with his normal shoulder bag. Other times when she was returning late from getting drinks with friends, he would also ride the elevator up with her. In these cases, he had a duffle bag with him. In essence, he didn’t seem to hold a normal schedule.

With the mystery of where she knew the man from solved, _y/n_ sighed and got ready to get back in line. _y/_ knew that Belinda would understand and not make her pay again for a new drink. Just as she was getting in line, the woman making the drinks called out, “Large creme brulee latte with a double espresso.” This stopped _y/n_ in her tracks. She was the only person that she knew who ordered that drink. Was it possible that the man really had also placed the same orderer as her? _y/n_ moved back to the counter and waited a few minutes just to make sure she wasn’t mistaken. When it was apparent that no one was getting that cup, she moved forward and took it from the counter. She looked at the name on the cup and it most certainly wasn’t hers. It read: S. Reid. In the end, it didn’t really matter, she had her drink and it had just been an accident. And now she knew that someone on her apartment floor had the same taste in coffee as her. _y/n_ looked at her watch and realized that she needed to get a move on if she wanted to get to work on time.

That evening the lithe man was nowhere to be seen, as she let herself into her apartment. _y/n_ wondered what she did for a living. As _y/n_ moved inside, she pondered that maybe he was a professor of some sort? Or a public speaker who was required to travel often. The man certainly seemed smart enough for it. When she had overheard his phone calls riding up or down the elevator he always spoke fast and used some of the best cadences she had ever heard. Much of what he had been saying went way over her head. However, as her thoughts turned to who she assumed was S. Reid, she thought about the small changes she had noticed about him over time. It wasn’t like she was spying on him, but his mannerisms and odd comings and goings had drawn her attention. She supposed that he was around her age, maybe a year or two older. When she had first moved in around a month and a half ago and seen him for the first time, she had wondered if she could strike up a friendship with him. It would be nice to have a friend in the building. Someone to gossip with about the loud neighbor across the hall. Or someone to grab their package for them from the mail room fifteen floors down. However over the little time _y/n_ had lived there, she had seen S. Reid change -- withdraw into himself. It reminded her of herself, and how she really just wanted a friend. As _y/n_ set her bag down on the sofa, she pulled out her phone and tapped in her therapist’s office number; she felt like she needed a good cry.

Reid struggled during the next case. Emily’s comments and his own harsh reply were plaguing him like the need for his next hit was plaguing him. The chills and sweating kept him cold much of the time which meant he had to wear more layers which just made the sweating worse. Then there was the irritability at everything from the team to the bright lights and the goddamn fact that he had to roll and shift so many layers of clothes to find his vein to get the needle under his skin. Spencer knew he was taking more each day and knew that it was going to be harder to find the illicit substance without having to go to the same dealer. This was something Spencer had avoided doing up to this point. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to become a ‘regular’ because if word got out, or the ring got busted, there was no going back from there. Even if he did his best to use another name and paid in cash, he just knew it would be the end for him. He could already feel things becoming the end for him. Like it was lurking behind each corner of the industrial warehouses the team was currently investigating. Looking for an unsub that, ironically killed via lethal injection. It would be funny if real people's lives were not in the balance, and yet here he was playing with his own life each time he shot up.

Back at the precinct, Spencer moved quickly to the men’s restroom. The ache in his joints and the inability to sleep knawed at him to the bone. He wanted to trash and scream and curse, and suddenly, before he could stop his hands from shaking while he took out the glass vial and unsteadily pushed a clean needle in, sucking up the pleasure-poison, Reid was in heaven again. The weight that was lifted off his shoulders was so immense that he sank down onto the toilet seat and put the cap on the medicine before he dropped it on the floor. The sound of the door opening and Hotch’s voice asking, “You in here Reid,” had the younger man pulling at his sleeve and hiding his secret in the inner pocket of his shirt. When this was done. Spencer flushed and walked out of the stall trying to look like he was in control. Spencer cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, sorry. I’ll be back in the briefing room in a moment.” Hotch’s eyes found Reid’s wild, frenzied ones, and Aaron nodded. As the Unit Chief made it back outside, he thought about the very difficult conversation he was going to have to have with Reid. Aaron was berating himself for having his youngest subordinate’s drug problem go on so long undressed, and he was going to have to face the consequences of not acting sooner.

The case had ended in as much of a climax as possible. The unsub took his final victim's life and realized that he wasn’t getting out of this without a lengthy prison sentence. Instead of facing the consequences of the law, the man decided to let the cops end him, and he finished his life on his own terms, which was cruel given the fact that those he had killed weren’t given that option. As the plane landed everyone got out and moved tiredly toward the bullpen. The flight back had been awkward. Given Spencer’s new ‘behavior,’ the team was on edge. After what had happened with Hickel and Reid, the team was shaken. Clearly, Spencer was changed. It was as if the team was waiting for other shoe to drop, and the suspense was nearly unbearable. As everyone got into the building, and up to their floor, ready to go to their own homes or apartments, Aaron called Spencer up to his office. Reid stood nervously in the neat space, as Aaron said, “Can we meet tomorrow at three p.m.?” Spencer froze for a moment, knowing this conversation would come eventually. Spence nodded and tried to sound like everything was okay, while internally he felt like his guts were being pulled from his body. He cleared his throat at replied, “Of course, Hotch. See you then.” With their meeting set for tomorrow, Aaron dismissed Reid. As Spencer rode the elevator down to the bottom floor of his building, he wondered if there was anything worse than the concept of ‘tomorrow.’

The meeting time came and Spencer sat down. His heart was pounding in his chest faster than he could keep up with. Aaron sat across from him with his brows pulled together, showing his concern. Reid shuffled in his seat for a moment before Hotch pulled his attention saying, “Reid. Spencer. You know what this is about?” Spencer’s head dipped in shame, indicating that he did and that he wasn’t comfortable having to confront it. Aaron let out a breath asking, “What is it you're taking? Dilaudid?”

After Hankel had been killed the team had gone to the hospital. The doctor at the hospital had explained how Spencer had been drugged with the schedule II drug. There was a serious discussion about how Dr. Reid would need to have a safe place to withdraw and the possibility that addiction could be a problem without careful treatment. Hotch had done everything he could that the medical professional had suggested to support Reid in his recovery. However, Spencer was a grown man, and he couldn’t stop or overstep into his agent's personal life. It became clear early on that Spencer was still using a substance, but Hotch didn’t know what the drug of choice was. Of course, he had an assumption. Aaron’s first instinct had been to protect Reid from the system that would certainly terminate him if they found out about his problems. Now, as Aaron looked over Spencer's sallow, twitchy form, he wondered if he had made a mistake in not just addressing the problem as soon as he had clocked it.

After a long silence, Spencer replied, “It’s the same.” Hotch nodded and said, “I’m sorry Spencer. I’m sorry that I haven’t said anything until now.” Reid’s breathing picked up and he looked over at his boss, asking, “Are you firing me?” And here was the crux of the issue. Aaron didn’t know what to do really. This wasn’t a scenario that he had planned for. Hotch replied, “I’m not sure Spencer. But I think you should take some time off to get some help. I’ll help you if you need.” Hotch was sincere in his concern and willingness to do what he could to get his friend into a better place. Part of Spencer could understand this. The other half of him, the half half-crazed for another high was screaming that he shouldn’t let go of the pleasure the drugs brought him.” All Spencer knew was the BAU. It was security, family, and a place where he could be himself. And part of him, an irrational part of him, felt that now that he had changed, the team didn’t want him anymore.

This part of his brain continued to tease and taunt him and made sure he felt that the reason Hotch was suggesting he get help was because of his capture and torture, not the fact that he was using illicit substances on the job and putting the reputation of the whole team on the line. Spencer said, “I can do this job Hotch.” Reid was pleading, and Aaron could see the panic in his eyes and said, “I’m not saying you can’t. I just think you need some time. What happened to you was traumatic, and I think you’re still dealing with the long-term effect of that.” Spencer felt like his world was crumbling, and he couldn’t see that Hotch wasn’t letting him go, or even judging him, just trying to reach out.

Since taking Dilaudid, Reid was finding it harder to keep control of his words and emotions. He would say things unbidden, as he had with Emily. He could feel it happening again. He tried to strangle the words in his throat, but they came out, harsh and piercing, “Just because your father took drugs and beat you doesn’t mean that I’m going to start doing that with anyone.” The words hung in the air for a second, Spencer could see the hurt in Aaron’s eyes at bringing up and using such painful memories to him. However, after a second, the emotion was replaced by disappointment and concern.

Spencer took a breath and murmured, “Hotch, I…” Aaron filled in the blank and said, “I know. I know you didn’t mean that. Please, Spencer. I’m worried for you. Let me put in the paperwork for a leave of absence. Just for a week. I can email them to you and all you need to do is sign and send them back.” Wordlessly, Reid nodded his head, swallowing the lump that had lodged itself in his throat. For the first time that day, Spencer felt the great care that Aaron was showing him. He put his head in his hands and began crying, sucking in air between sobs. The fact that Aaron was willing to actually say something. To address what he was doing hurt, and he felt shame for doing what had. But Hotch wasn’t showing shame or embarrassment in his expression, just care. Hotch stood from his side of the desk and moved to Spencer, placing a hand on his shoulder to provide a comforting touch. Reid turned into Hotch’s touch and eventually, the sobbing abated. Hotch pulled back and said, “We’ll help you with this. I promise. I want to see you back here at your best, and I recognize that hard, and it takes time. But I think it’s worth it if we can have you helping us at your full ability again.” Spencer nodded and said, “Thank you, Hotch. I’m sorry.” Aaron nodded his head no and replied, “Don’t be sorry. We’ll work through this together.”

There were a few more minutes of conversation between the two men. Spencer agreed to what Aaron had suggested and he left Hotch’s office feeling better. The feeling didn’t last. It had been over six hours, and he was starting to feel the urge again. By the time he got back to his apartment, the feeling was overwhelming. Aaron’s supportive and encouraging conversations warred with his need to be free from all his feelings and concerns. The shame and need bubbled up in him as he walked with an urgency to the men’s restroom at the lobby of his apartment complex. It hurt like a brand to not even be able to make it up to his room to find release. Spencer slumped against the wall as he let the drugs enter him. He hadn’t even looked carefully as he inserted the dosage into his body. For a moment everything stilled and nothing mattered. Reid was grateful that the lobby was mostly empty, as he got into the elevator and rose to his floor. The lights from the city blurred as if he had permanent astigmatism. It was beautiful, but dizzying to look at. As the elevator doors opened, Spencer stumbled to the end of the hallway. He made it past one of the other residents on his floor and to his front door. He reached into his shoulder bag for his keys and found the cold metal under his fingers. Reid pulled his keyring from his bag and attempted to fit the metal into the lock. He attempted the simple motor function twice but missed both times. He suddenly felt dizzy and weak and felt his body lean against the door as if it weren’t his own.

_y/n_ watched as her odd floormate, who apparently got the same coffee order as her, moved out from the elevator. She noticed that he was not well, as he stumbled past her. He just nearly avoided running into her. One of his sleeves was up, and she could see for the first time the puncture wounds and bruising in the veins of his left arm. _y/n_ bit the inside of her mouth. Somehow S. Reid had never seemed like the type to engage in drug use. However, she realized that anyone could be struggling with anything, no matter what they looked or acted like. She had seen her fair share of pain and loss due to substance abuse. It seemed that no matter where she found herself. the impact that The War on Drugs and The Opioid Epidemic was never far from her door. But it was never far from anyone’s door given the impact and dramatic spike in desire for drugs over the past decade. When the soft sound of metal hitting the carpeted hallway got to _y/n_, she looked over and found the man slumped against the door. His face was pale and his breathing shallow. Given what she knew about the man now, she felt that something really bad was happening. _y/n_ rushed over to him and said, “Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?” In a non-lucid state, Spencer made a soft nondistinguishable noise. _y/n_ picked up his keys and unlocked his door. She found the light switch and then helped the man to a chair. His eyes were bloodshot and pupils were retracted so much that they nearly looked like a pin point. _y/n_ knelt down and said, “Hey, Reid, is your name Reid? Can you talk to me?” At hearing his last name, Spencer seemed to find some awareness but not much.

_y/n_ had seen this type of behavior once before and that time it had been too late. She wasn’t letting this man go too. _y/n_ rushed to her own apartment and found the drawer she was looking for. With the nasal spray in hand, she moved back to the man’s apartment. She helped Reid to the floor. At this point he was barely breathing. Looking over him, _y/n_clearly said, “I’m going to give you a dose of Narcan, and I’m going to stay with you until help arrives.” Reid gave no response, nor did he say ‘no’ to what she said. With this in mind and the fact that it was clear that he was overdosing, _y/n_ took the cap off of the Naloxone and moved the applicator into the man's nostril. _y/n_ pressed the trigger. After the medication was inside his system, she moved him into the recovery position so he could breathe better. Next, _y/n_ called 9-1-1. The paramedics arrived quickly and because _y/n_ had been the one who had found him, she went with them to the hospital to give any information she might have. This wasn’t how _y/n_ had planned on spending her Thursday night, but it was worth it if her neighbor would live. She would do it again in an instant. After twenty minutes, the hospital administrator found Spencer’s emergency contact.

Hotch was in bed when he got the call. He picked up the phone and said, “Agent Hotchner. Who is this?” When he heard the response on the other end of the line, he was up in an instant. He pulled on some sweats and a shirt and he was headed to North Central Hospital in under five minutes. Hotch moved to the reception desk. The nurse sitting behind the desk asked for his name, and Hotch said, “Aaron, Hotchner. I’m here for Spencer Reid. I’m his emergency contact.” The woman nodded and looked in her system before saying, “Yes. Good. Mr. Hotchner, Dr. Reid is with the doctor right now, and we’ll send the doctor out to give you updates. If you like. you can sit in the waiting area.” Hotch nodded and asked, “How was Dr. Reid found?” The nurse looked at him and said, “A woman in his apartment found him and administered aid. She’s actually sitting on the far wall.” Hotch looked over and saw _y/n_. Briefly, he turned back to the nurse and said, “Thank you.” Aaron was worried and scared for his friend. After the conversation they had earlier today that seemed to have gone in a positive direction, Spencer’s problem seemed to have come to a head in a more public fashion. Hotch considered that keeping Spencer’s problems ‘in-house’ versus having it be public was better or worse. But in the end, it didn’t matter. None of it did as long as Spencer was okay. Aaron wished he could do more than wait for news, but there wasn’t. He had refrained from calling the team apart from Rossi and Derek. He felt that the fewer people that knew about this right now, the better it might be for Spencer’s career.

Aaron moved next to the woman who had found Spencer, and she looked up at him. She seemed concerned. She had been picking at her nails and looking at the door that headed to the ER. As Aaron approached her, he said, “Hi. My name is Aaron Hotchner. I understand you found Spencer Reid at his apartment? I’m his friend? Thank you for getting him help” The woman was relieved to know that there was someone there for her neighbor. She stood and extended her hand saying, “I’m _y/n _l/n_. I’m sorry your friend is going through this.” Hotch nodded and took a seat next to _y/n_ who also sat down. Aaron turned to look at _y/n_ and asked, “May I ask what happened? Where did you find Spencer?” _y/n_ replied, “I was headed into my apartment, and Spencer was trying to get into his unit as well. He didn’t look well, and I noticed the marks on his arm. He kind of fell forward and I went over to see if I could help. I noticed the signs of overdose and did what I could to help.” Aaron nodded and said sincerely, “Thank you for that.” Hotch was deeply grateful that someone had been around to help Spencer when he needed it this woman hadn’t acted as a bystander but actually did what she could to help. Aaron saw so many people just walk by when people were in distress in his job, and knowing that there were people willing to stand up and do something gave him a tiny bit of hope in this terrible situation. They continued to speak briefly before a member of the staff let her know that she could leave. Before _y/n_ went, she gave Aaron Spencer’s keys and asked if she could give him her number and that if he would text her if Spencer was going to be alright? Hotch agreed and took down her number. He thanked her once more and as she walked out the door, he could see Rossi coming into the bright, fluorescent-lit hospital space.

_y/n_ called a cab and as she moved back toward her apartment. The lights on the streets glistened and cast colorful shadows on the puddles on the road. It had just recently rained. _y/n_ sat back and thought about how ugly and cruel life could be. What taking drugs could do to a person. The face of her floormate's friend came to mind at how concerned he had looked. Sometimes the media liked to make drugs look fun, sexy, and a good time, but that just wasn’t the reality. Sherlock came to mind. The man was a genius and an addict and people loved him! And what wasn’t to love? Because the show never really gave the audience the chance to see what those substances he took would do to a man like Holmes. Then there was Euphoria and its teen angst and bisexual lighting, and even if the show got the drug part right, it didn’t change the fact that the world looked beautiful and that every character was hot. Reality was much, much, sadder. As _y/n_ thought over her own lived experience she hoped that Spencer would get better. Now that she had had this interaction with him she would be sure to get to know him if she could. So he knew there was at least one person in his building that was there for him if he needed it.��

Back at the hospital, Aaron talked to Rossi about what to possibly do for Reid and the team. After another twenty minutes, the doctor came out and told both men that Spencer would be alright. That he had made it. After the doctor had given them the relevant information, a nurse led him back to Spencer’s room. Reid looked up from his bed and the shame painted over his face. As Hotch stepped forward, he saw how ragged Reid looked. Spencer could only manage to say Aaron’s name before he turned to look away. Aaron pulled up a chair and sat down saying. “I know Spencer. I’m right here.” And he would be there, and so would the team. The future looked murky right now, but Hotch was going to fight for Spencer. Fight for him to be on the team and for him to be well. Because Spencer was the smartest person he knew, and he cared deeply for his friend. He was going to do everything he could to keep him in his life.

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thatliminal-wanderer · 28 days

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“Black Rainbows” by Miracle Musical ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Alba, Amarantha, Amaris, Amaya, Amias, Amitola, Amy, Anjum, Annabelle, Anuenue, Apollo, Archer, Aruna, Asteria, Aurora, Ayla, Badriyah, Basma, Basmah, Belinda, Blackwell, Bogdan, Briar, Brone, Celena, Celeste, Cerys, Chandra, Chandra, Chaos, Crimson, Dade, David, Delores, Dolores, Eros, Esme, Esmeray, Estella, Evelyn, Gray/Grey, Guinevere, Hala, Hannie, Hina, Ibtisam, Iridiana, Iris, Jabari, Jabez, Jocasta, Jonathan, Layla, Lennon, Leo, Lolita, Luan, Luna, Lyra, Mabel, Mahogany, Malachi, Manzat, Mara, Midnight, Mona, Muskaan, Nekane, Nesta, Niji, Nikini, Noelani, Noir, Nova, Nyx, Obsidian, Orion, Ozul, Perdita, Phoebe, Rainbeau, Ricmod, Rue, Salem, Seren, Serena, Shadow, Simon, Starla, Stella, Theodore, Tristezza, Tristian, Uenuku, Umbra, Vesper, Vespera, Vidhuhas, Whisper, Zorion

Pronouns

ae/aem/aers, amor/amors, astro/astros, beach/beaches, black/blacks, blue/blues, blush/blushes, char/charcoal/charcoals, clear/clears, color/colors, dark/darks, deep/deeps, draw/draws, eros/eros, gloom/glooms, gray/grays, green/greens, hue/hues, indigo/indigos, ink/inks, joy/joys, letter/letters, light/lights, lost/losts, lunar/lunars, luv/luvs, maroon/maroons, mid/midnight/midnights, moon/moon, navy/navys, night/nights, orange/oranges, other/others, purple/purples, rain/bow/rainbows, ray/rays, red/reds, sand/sands, sha/shadow/shadows, shade/shades, sorrow/sorrows, star/stars, stella/stellas, tree/trees, yellow/yellows, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌅/🌅s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌌/🌌s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌠/🌠s, 🌴/🌴s, 🎼/🎼s, 🏝️/🏝️s, 👥/👥s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖤/🖤s, 🦋/🦋s, 🩶/🩶s

Titles

The Black Rainbow, The One Colored In Black, The One Who Draws The Rainbows, The One of Dimly Lit Colors, The Rainbow of Dark Hues, The Song of Sorrowful Love, The Stella Octangula, [prn] Who Paints With Darkness, [prn] Who Saw You Smile

Genders

Acilnerae, Blackrainbic, Blacksandgender, Dizzlovesickic, Fogibeachnightic, Galaxyfate, Genderdoomed, Ghostenamoric, Gloomyrainbowgender, Hawaii:partIIalbumic, Limitifuzreatic, Lovesickthing, Moonbowin, Novaity, Pastrasea, Pazazsuan, Phosmoceanlianl, Plageneigegender/Plagetempêtegender, Rainobsidicrysic, Starryseagender, Stellstallum, Thalassyrean, Tidepullene, Umbrainbowgender, Vitalssence/Sinnisous

Other mogai

Alderainbow, Alderblacksand, Alderbleedic, Alderstarpil, Assigned Star at Birth/AStrAB /Assigned Starling at Birth/AStgAB /Assigned Starlight at Birth/AStlAB, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Detherealaestelic, Grey Omninoun, Pink Omninoun, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, Red Omninoun, Star Omninoun, Starperspesque, Void Omninoun, 🌈 Omninoun

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fbfh · 1 year

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light up the dark - Leo Valdez x reader [XVI]

wc: 2.7k

genre: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. that's it. gutwrenching nausiating fluff and emotional growth. I warned you.

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth!child of eros!fem reader

warnings: Apollo dropping a classic "I'm proud of you, kid" moment, reader has to adjust to nice safe good feelings, Harley being a feral 11 year old, Leo goes full texas mode for a minute, descriptions of camp that will make you homesick for it :')

summary: you finally make your way back to camp with your new boyfriend and new friends, and for the first time in your life, you think you know what inner peace feels like. Also, camp is just as amazing as Leo described it.

song recs: writer in the sun - donovan, proof - paramore, bad idea (reprise) - waitress obc, the cheap bouquet - pierce the veil, heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle, the campfire song - the lightning thief musical, happy - marina, crazier - taylor swift, how far we've come - matchbox twenty

a/n: THERE'S ONLY ONE PART AFTER THIS AND ITS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!!! honestly how far we've come is giving end credits music. Idk what to do with myself after this tbh

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You’re about half way through your iris message with Chiron, explaining your side of the story and how everything went down, that you found the sundial and are ready to come back to camp. Suddenly, he freezes, staring blankly behind you. He coughs awkwardly, nodding and gesturing behind you. You feel something warm on the back of your neck and turn around to see Apollo standing behind you. You jump up suddenly, startled at his presence. Your heart thuds in your chest and you try to come down from the spike of adrenaline coursing through you. He looks at you kindly. It throws you off, you’re still not used to people looking at you like that.

“I knew you could do it.” He says softly. You glance over at Leo through the doorway and he follows your gaze, watching the way you look at him. The way Apollo is looking at you, you can tell he doesn’t just mean finding the sundial. He shrugs, sighing.

“I suppose it makes sense that she would hide it in the most horrific, off putting vessel imaginable…” A sense of peace overcomes you as he speaks. It’s strangely comforting, a feeling you hope you can get used to.

“Yeah, that does describe Eldritch Deity furby pretty well, ” you agree, picking him up from his spot on the couch.

You smooth his crunchy fur, trancing your finger over the newly installed battery pack Leo just finished fixing up. Apollo shudders at the sight of him. You think back to a little while ago, when you finally spilled your guts and told Leo how you feel, when you finally got everything off your chest. You gaze down at Eldritch Deity furby’s horrifying face, and remember how Leo held you, how sweetly he kissed you and touched you. Part of you can’t believe you really did that, you really told him how you feel, and he feels the same way right back. Your gaze softens, head still spinning with his touch. It doesn’t feel real, but he’s been looking at you differently ever since, and that’s all the proof you need.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sense of gratitude, you look back up to thank him, but he’s gone. You look around, but he vanished without a trace. Before you can wonder where he went, Jason enters, holding a printed out piece of paper.

“So apparently,” he starts, irritation evident in his voice as he fidgets with his glasses, “after we pack up, we have to do all these chores before we leave. Including…”

He skims the list.

“Mowing the lawn.”

You both sigh in frustration.

“That sounds like so much fun.” You deadpan, voice dripping with sarcasm. Your eyes widen in surprise when you actually get a laugh out of Jason, before you part ways to pack your stuff and tackle this massive list of chores.

You spend most of the rest of the day getting the house back to rights, and by that evening, you’re all piled up in the camp van. You cruise down byways and highways and freeways, getting steadily closer to Camp. The hum of the van is a relaxing white noise, and the rumbling of the car is comforting as you cruise down the highway, occasionally passing under green signs overhead, directing traffic on how to get to various places other than your destination. You’re riding shotgun, and the car seat is comfy and worn in. You trace your black nails along the ripped edges of the leather on the arm rest, and find that your gaze keeps landing on Leo in the driver’s seat next to you.

It’s warming up, and you drive with the windows down. Fresh air swirls through the camp van, blowing everyone’s hair around, and it leaves you feeling refreshed. The snow has melted, and the only place you see it is piled up in parking lots, shoved out of the way by snow plows. Everyone else is piled into the back of the van, squished in the rows of seats, paired off and sleeping or talking quietly. Your phone is plugged into the car speakers, and in spite of the angsty music Leo insisted you play, everyone else seems to be sleeping pretty soundly.

“What’s this one?” Leo asks, nodding along to the beat.

“The Cheap Bouquet by Pierce the Veil.” You answer automatically. He smiles, and you watch him tap the steering wheel. You feel your face flush, and you look away from him and out the window. You never thought someone as amazing and warm as him even existed, much less would like your taste in music. You continue to drive through the darkening sunset as your playlist titled song recs shuffles. You had time to put one together before you left, composed of all your favorite emo music to show Leo. In spite of the edgy guitars and perfectly rough vocals, it feels quiet. It’s another strange feeling, and another one you hope to get accustomed to.

The air flows into the van, smelling like summer, and Leo reaches over for your hand, holding it in his. The feeling of his fingers grazing across your knuckles makes your chest squeeze and your stomach flip. You lean into it, slowly settling into the feeling of your hand in his, and soon you’re in another quiet paracosm with just the two of you. And Vic Fuentes. Leo smiles and squeezes your hand.

“I think you’re really gonna like camp.” He states. You never would have believed someone telling you that you’d love a summer camp, but the way he says it, it’s hard not to believe him.

“Yeah?” You muse, looking over at him, watching the way his eyes light up and sparkle when he talks about it. “What’s it like?”

He smiles at you, and his chest fills with that warmth he only gets around you. He starts rambling about camp and how great it is, and he’s reminded of the first car trip you took together, just you and him and Jason. You listened to Palaye Royale and he told you about camp. It feels like years ago, but he remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Eros cabin is number 39, I think,” he continues after you listen to him ramble about how great camp is for a few minutes. “I don’t think there are any other children of Eros at camp right now, but if you get lonely I’m sure Aphrodite cabin won’t mind having you sleep over.”

The note of humor in his voice makes you laugh. You’re both well aware that the only sleepovers you like are the ones where Leo makes your head spin and your legs shake, but you catch a glimpse of Piper in the rear view mirror, playing a game on her switch. She has headphones in and doesn’t notice you looking at her, but she scoffs in annoyance as she loses the level she’s on again. Piper is okay in your book, all of Leo’s friends are. She’s kind of cool.

“That doesn’t sound… terrible…” you murmur, and Leo smiles, nudging you playfully.

“See?” He beams, “We’re gonna have you making lanyards and french braiding hair before you know it.”

You suppress a loud laugh, one he shares.

“Well, I guess if I have to…” You mutter. Leo looks at you again, and once again, he sees it. He sees that thinly veiled wall of disinterest masking your excitement. Except this time, it’s more playful than it used to be. Your chilly demeanor has become an inside joke, a bit for you to go back and forth with. He smiles, squeezing your hand in his before lifting it up. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, and your skin feels electric where his lips meet it. You turn away again, staring out the window to try and hide how flustered you are. Leo just smiles. As you both breathe in the refreshing air that smells like the beginnings of summer, he thinks there will be plenty of time to get you all the way warmed up to him and his friends. The seasons are back to normal, and you have all the time in the world to get used to being loved. He’s looking forward to being the one who helps to get you there.

By the time you finally get back to camp, it’s late at night. Really late. You expect to crash in your cabin, and catch up with Chiron in the morning. Even though you’re exhausted as you trudge up the hill, with the scent of strawberries wafting around you on the breeze, you have no idea how you’re going to sleep. Everything Leo and his friends have told you about camp makes it sound like heaven, and you really don’t want to have to wait until morning to get to experience it. As you walk over the hill and camp finally comes into view, it’s nothing like you expected.

To your right is a large amphitheater, with a roaring bonfire in full blast. Tons of people are seated, and even more are walking around, chatting and roasting marshmallows. Lights are strung throughout the trees, and a few people are playing guitars and other instruments, leading a singalong. It looks so warm and inviting. You’re filled with a visceral sense of longing, wishing for the first time that you could be right in the middle of the crowd. Your friends laugh in delight at the surprise that everyone’s still up, and presumably waiting for you all. It wakes them from their drowsy stupor, and they push through fatigue down the hill and toward the amphitheater. Leo smiles at you before reaching for your hand.

“Come on,” he smiles, dragging you into the fray.

Someone spots you all approaching, and everyone else notices quickly after that. A cheer sweeps through the crowd and the fire blazes, doubling in height and glowing gold. A few people run forward and tackle Annabeth and Piper with hugs. You laugh in shock, not expecting such a warm welcome so late at night. You turn to Leo, but before you can say anything, he gets tackled in a hug too. Leo laughs, hugging the 11 year old back. He greets Leo with a yell, then begins talking at the speed of light.

“...it’s been so boring without you!” Leo laughs, setting him down and ruffling his hair.

“I missed you too, H-meister! Have any trouble holding down the fort?” The kid considers, then shrugs. “I only blew up a couple things while you were gone.”

Leo considers, then high fives him.

“Not bad.” Leo glances over to you, then drags the kid over, introducing you.

“This is Harley, my half brother.”

Harley looks between you and Leo, a little unsure, before Leo nudges him.

“Uh- nice to meet you.” Harley says. You weren’t expecting to socialize so much this late at night, but you can tell Harley is really important to Leo. You consider how to make a good impression. You greet him back, scrambling for something to break the ice a little.

“So, you… explode things?”

His face lights up.

“Yeah! We were working on this animatronic thing in Bunker 9, and we wound it up so fast it caught fire!” “Wow,” you agree, impressed that he knows so much about engineering at such a young age. Then again, if he’s Leo’s half brother, you’re not surprised the kid’s a genius. He tells you more about recent explosions, before he turns back to Leo. “Oh, Nyssa’s looking for you. She had something to tell you, I’ll go find her. Be right back!”

He runs off before you or Leo can say anything else. You both chuckle, and Leo guides you further into the crowd, looking for Chiron and introducing you to some people along the way. Eventually you find him, and he’s taller than he looked through iris messages. He’s also half horse, which is a little surprising. Annabeth sees the shocked look on your face from a few feet away and nudges Percy, who’s reminded of the first time he saw Chiron like this too. Leo introduces you for the first time in person, and Chiron smiles.

“We’re all delighted to have you here.” Someone sets off fireworks somewhere behind you, and everyone starts cheering. Chiron laughs. “Clearly.”

“This is one hell of a welcoming committee,” Leo chuckles, and Chiron agrees.

“Yes, well, I tried to keep everything regarding your arrival back at camp under wraps, but… the word got out somehow, I suppose.”

He tries to sound like he really needed to be convinced to let everyone stay up late to greet you and welcome you back, but you and Leo can both tell he’s glad you all have reason to celebrate. He shoos you off to greet the rest of your friends and get something to eat. After a few more introductions, and some of the best barbeque you’ve ever had in your life - you threw in an extra piece for Apollo, thanking him for helping you to get her, believing that you could tell Leo how you feel - Leo drags you away to a more secluded area. Wherever there aren’t any instruments and singalongs, there are CD players scattered around, playing lively music and keeping the good vibes going.

He pulls you away to a little grassy spot, illuminated by soft twinkle lights and soaked in moonlight. A country song is playing nearby, and even though you know you would hate it anywhere else, it sounds nice here. You get why people like it. Leo looks at you warmly, soaking in this moment between the two of you.

“So, how are you liking it so far?”

You take in the scenery, all the beautiful nature and architecture and worn wooden signs that make this place already feel like you belong here. You struggle to find a single flaw.

“The heat sucks…” You reply lightly, and it’s obvious to both of you that you don’t actually care about the heat that much, but it’s the only complaint you can think of. “Yeah,” Leo sighs, looking around, “This is nothing compared to Texas summers.”

You look back at him, raising your eyebrows in shock.

“Oh?” Surprise is evident on your face, and he realizes he never mentioned he’s from Houston before now. “I had no idea you’re a country boy…”

Leo seizes the opportunity, tilting an imaginary cowboy hat and bringing out his southern drawl.

“Born and raised, ma’am.”

You let out a beautiful, unreserved laugh, and he’s sure it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever gotten out of you yet. You have no idea if it’s the atmosphere of camp that lives up to every good thing Leo said about it, or the let down from all the ass kicking and chaos of the last several days, but when Leo pulls you close to him and starts dancing to the country song playing around you, you finally realize that you can’t fight the butterflies you get around him. More importantly, you don’t want to anymore. He twirls you in his arms, spinning you around until you laugh again.

You don’t care that he can tell this is making you flustered, you don’t care about how people see you anymore. You throw yourself in his arms, letting yourself feel happy and excited to the fullest extent. No one’s even staring at you, not in this little cozy spot you find yourselves in, but you really wouldn’t care if they were. You think that if this feeling stays, camp won’t be so bad. You might even like it. You might even love it. And you think that maybe anything could be fun if you do it with Leo. You know for sure that you plan to find out. He pulls you close, bringing his face right up to yours until your noses are brushing. He gazes at you with that sweet, sparkly look in his eyes, and he wants to kiss you. Before he does, he brushes his thumb across your lips, and breathes so softly no one else would hear it.

“Welcome home.”

#light up the dark #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fluff #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fluff #HES SO HES HE HES VERY

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greenplumbboblover · 7 months

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About me - Simblr Edition

Thanks for the tag, @wannabecatwriter , @mikleefuh !

Rules: You can use any sims game to answer these questions!

Your 3 5 traits: Artistic, Clumsy, Neat, Perfectionist, Socially Awkward.

Your aspiration: Renaissance Sim (But secretly Paranormal Profiteer)

In-game world you'd live in: Sunset Valley of course! (Although Dragon Valley or Appaloosa Plains also sound cool!)

Favourite townie(s): I have a soft spot for most SV's townies :p But other than that: Matthew Hamming, Elvira Slayer, Beatrice, Belinda, and Bianca (Because I love the fact they're based off of Charmed) and the Hi-Tech Friends household... I mean, just read the description lol. Back when EA had fun writing sims backstories :p

Most used pack(s): University, Supernatural, Ambitions, Late night, Pets, Seasons and Generations. (Indirectly you got my recommended packs here too lol)

Favourite decor object (no cc): Any Skill objects, honestly.

Something you want in the game: I often find myself writing mods of what I want so that's a tough one... I'd say, for snow to NOT have holes in them where the roads/lots meet! >:(

What colour is your plumbob rn: Green, (no pun intended on my username lmao)

Tagging @happy-lemon, @kimmiessimmies, @nocturnalazure, @ninjaofthepurplethings, @imaginary-sims, @johziii, @schokokokatze, @sim-songs

#the sims 3 #sims 3 #ts3 #text post #about me #simblr #ts3 simblr #sims 3 simblr

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styxsharesstuff · 6 months

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Moon ID Pack!!

NAMES!!: Cynthia, Diana, Phoebe, Artemis, Artemisia, Luna, Ayla, Selena/Selene, Callista, Leda, Elara, Rhea, Daphne, Helene, Miranda, Ariel, Cordelia, Ophelia, Rosalind, Desdemona, Cressida, Bianca, Belinda, Juliet, Margaret, Portia, Thalassa, Larissa, Nyx, Charon, Tsuki, Ferdinand, Francisco

PRONOUNS!!: moon/moon/moons/moons/moonself, at/at/mos/mos/atself, ec/ec/lipse/lipse/ecself, orb/orb/ors/orbs/orbself, roc/rock/rocs/rocks/rockself

LABELS!!: take a Pinterest board instead of me having to yeet a bunch of labels onto here :D https://pin.it/2cKTgQM

TITLES!!: The moon, (pronoun) who shines like the moon, I honestly have no creativity rn, so I'll add more later 😅

#mogai #xenogender #id pack #lgbtqplus #lgbtq community #lgbt pride #lgbtq

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star0mania · 7 months

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Twilight OC because I don't fucking know anymore-

"The word students mostly use is..." "Tempestous?" "More like bitchy"

Name: Alexis Robin Cullen

Name Meaning: First Name: Alexis- Protector of humanity Middle Name: Robin- a bird Last Name: Cullen- Good-looking lad

Title: The Hellhound

Nicknames: Alex (preferred name) Al (Bella and Alice) Rory (Edward, Jacob and Jasper) Robin (Emmet and Rosalie) Mittens (Edward and Alice) Little one, my little star (Belinda) Sis, Ri-Ri (Bea) Auntie Ria (Hailey) Ria (friends)

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Age: Physical Age: 17

Ages throughout the saga: Twilight: 15 Twilight New moon: 16 Twilight Eclipse: 17 Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 1: 18 Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2: 19

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Species: vampire

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Date Of Birth: August 10th 1990

Place Of Birth: Miami, America

Date Of Death: N/A

Place of Death: Forks, Washington

Cause of Death: N/A

Abilities: Basic vampire abilities Improved speed Exceptional self-control

Special Ability: shapeshifting (can shapeshift to any human or animal)

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Nationality: American

Languages: English Korean Spanish Italian

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Schooling: Forks Highschool

Previous Occupation: Ice Cream place employee, student at Forks Highschool Current occupation: Music Producer

Previous Resident: Miami, America

Current Resident: Forks Washington

First Appearance: Twilight

Last Appearance: The twilight saga: part 2

Status: alive

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Played by: Julia Stiles and Raegan Revord for younger self Voice: Julia Stiles and Raegan Revord

Eye color: dark blue

Hair color: dirty blonde

Hair texture: wavy/curly

Hair length: long

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Appearances:

Twilight The Twilight Saga: New Moon The Twilight Saga: Eclipse The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part one The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two

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Mental Health: Anxiety Disorder Hypomnesia

Fears: Hydrophobia: Fear of water Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals

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Positive Traits: Confident Kind Caring Loyal Courageous Brave Sassy Bold Adventurous Independent Protective

Negative Traits: Sarcastic Rebellious Secretive Childish (rare trait) Lazy(rare trait) Can feel guilty easily Struggles to open up to people

Skills: Hacking Coding Writing Art Lock-picking LyingSoccer

Hobbies: Baking Singing Writing Reading Archery Dancing Skateboarding Playing soccer

Likes: Animals Her guitar Her computer Wolves Nature Music HorsesReading

Dislikes: Dresses Snobs The volturi Socializing School Homework Makeup The heat homophobics Salmon Her cat sneeze Needles

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Drinking: sometimes

Smoking: sometimes

Addictions: n/a

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Pet: Batty- Australian Cattle Dog- female Simba- Golden Retriever- male

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Best Friends: Bella Swan Alice Cullen Jasper Hale

Close Friends: Rosalie Hale Carlisle Cullen Emmet Cullen Esme Cullen Edward Cullen Jacob Black (long lost friend)

Friends: Eric Yorkie Mike Newton Angela Webber Jessica Stanley

Frenemies: The werewolf pack

Enemies: The volturi James Victoria Laurent

Family: Carlisle Cullen- Father Esme Cullen- Mother Edward Cullen- Brother Alice Cullen- Sister Belinda- Bio Mum (deceased) (played by Idina Menzel) Jaybird- younger bio brother (deceased) (played by George Henry Davidson) Bea Austin- older sister (deceased) (played by Sophia Carson) (age: 17-20 in Alexis's tale) Jack Austin- brother-in-law (deceased) (played by Joseph Quinn) Nick- Bio Dad (unknown) (played by Dwayne Johnson) Jacob Black- Imprint/Mate Mindy Black- daughter (played by Jenna Ortega) (special power: Fire control) Jazzy Black- daughter (played by Zendaya) (special power: water control) Chad Black- son (played by Mason Gooding)(special power: electricity control) Annika Austin- niece (Played by Sadie Sink)(special power: Ice/snow control) (age: 1- 8(in Alexis's Tale(a book I'm finna write), same ages as Seth in the rest of the saga) (Crush: Seth Clearwater)

Annika in the rest of the saga:

(Alexis's tale)

(Twilight)

(New Moon)

(Eclipse)

(Breaking Dawn)

"Ugh, you want me to shift, you don't want me to shift! Choose a lane!" "And now you're a boy." "I am today."

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"Before you ask, I brought the dog in."

Love Interests:

Past Love Interests: None. Well, a teen named Rick had a crush on her but they're just good friends

Current Love Interest: Jacob Black

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Ship Name: Jalex

Relationship trope: Long lost friends to enemies Starcrossed lovers enemies to friends friends to lovers soulmates

Relationship headcannons: -TBA-

Relationship playlist: Love will find a way- TLK 2 I Won't Say I'm in Love- Hercules Bella Notte- Lady and the Tramp A Thousand Years- Christina Perri True Love- P!nk Rewrite the Stars- The Greatest Showman You Belong With Me- Taylor Swift Love Story- Taylor Swift Someday- Z-O-M-B-I-E-S We're of the same pride- TLG Neverland- Zendaya Faded- Sara Farrel version Photograph (female and male version)- Ed Sheeran Perfect- Ed Sheeran Happier- Ed Sheeran Shut Up and Dance- WALK THE MOON Marry You- Bruno Mars Beautiful to me- Ollie Murs Mary on a Cross- Ghost Hello Hello- Elton John and Lady Gaga Love me like you do- Ellie Goulding

Relationship variants: Gamora + Peter Quill- GOTG Wanda Maximoff + Vision- MCU Max + Lucas- Stranger Things Kiara + Kovu- TLK 2 Bluestar + Oakheart- Warrior Cats Brightheart + Cloudtail- Warrior Cats Bella + Arrow- Survivors Hanna + Caleb- Pretty Little Liars Kat + Patrick- 10 Things I Hate About You Maggie + Glenn- The Walking Dead Michonne + Rick- The Walking Dead Millie + Moxxie- Hellvua Boss Elle + Tao- Heartstopper Katherine + Danny- Just Go With It Angel + Scamp- Lady and the Tramp 2 Lady + Tramp- Lady and the Tramp Jenna + Balto- Balto Juliet + Gnomeo- Gnomeo and Juliet

Relationship Aesthetic:

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Trivia: Alex lives in her own huge house with the help from Carslie so she can provide for Hailey after her sister died.She mostly shapeshifts into a lioness. Its basically her spirit animal lolShe met Jacob when she was in the forest one timeOut of everyone in the family, Emira likes Alice and Rosalie the bestAlex loves to play with her dogs and play on her guitar She got bullied when she was little Alex used to own a bunny named Frothy but he went missing ;w;

Backstory: Alexis was born to Belinda, a vampire and Nick, another vampire on the 10th of August before her brother, Jaybird and along with their younger sister Bea. Belinda was a huge role model in her life where her dad was hardly around. Their mom warned them about the werewolves. They hanged out with the Cullens whenever both of their parents were busy. When she was 8, she met Jacob and played with him but was cut short when her mom took her away from him, telling him his family was part of the werewolves. So, she never hanged with him again. Soon enough, when a fight between the Volturi and their family broke out, the dad ran away in cowardly fear and her mother and brother died. Alex and Bea cried next to their mother and brother that night and she grew distance between her sister.

A few years later, Bea and a vampire named Jack Austin, soon having a child with him. Alex noticed something off with Jack and tried to tell Bea but Bea wouldn't listen. Alex gave up and looked after Hailey whenever her sister or brother-in-law were busy and grew attached to her. She soon met Jacob again when she told him off for going onto vampire territory. Bea and Alex continued going to school, hence Carlisle helping them with school fees cause he's ✨rich✨. After getting into an argument with Bea one time, Bea got ran over by a car and passed away and Jack left, leaving Alex with Hailey. She soon started hanging out with Jacob, giving up with everything and they both slowly started to develop feelings for each other. By the time they were 17, they started to secretly date, the pack and Cullens soon finding out and who knows what happens next :)

Character variations: Gamora (ROTG) Kiara (TLK) Kat Stradford (10 Things I Hate About You) Megara (Hercules) Sidney Prescott (Scream) Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream) Bella (Survivors) Missy (Young Sheldon) Bluestar (Warriors) Loona (Hellvua Boss) Octavia (Hellvua Boss) Megara (Hercules) MJ (Spiderman) Nimona (Nimona) Hanna (Pretty Little Liars)

Memorable Quotes: "What is this, asshole day?!" -Alex to a few classmates when they didn't leave her alone

"I guess in this society, being a male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time" -Alex to a few classmates when they were being jerks

"Who's ready to get FUCKED?!" -Alex to a few friends when they're drunk

"Hey...you have a bit of oceanic blue glimmer in your eyes" -Alex to Jacob when they're hanging out at night

"Holy shit, Carslie!" -Alex to Carslie when he showed her, her new house

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car; I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right; I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." -Alex in English and Literacy class, reading a poem out loud about Jacob lol

Theme song: All Is Found

Annika and Alex:

Bea and Alex:

Jaybird and Alex:

(Art not mine) (If ya see any references, ykwyk)

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OC #2

"Hey, leave him alone!"

Name: Annika Daisy Austin

Name Meaning: First Name: Annika- grace Middle Name: Daisy- a small plant Last Name: Austin- capital of Texas

Title: The Hellhound's Cousin

Nicknames: -TBA-

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Age: Physical Age:

Ages throughout the saga: Alexis's Tale: 1-8 Twilight: 10 Twilight New moon: 12 Twilight Eclipse: 14 Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 1: 16 Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2: 18

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her/they

Sexuality: Pansexual

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Species: vampire

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Date Of Birth: May 8th 2005

Place Of Birth: Forks, Washington

Date Of Death: N/A

Place of Death: N/A

Cause of Death: N/A

Abilities: Basic vampire abilities Improved speed Exceptional self-control

Special Ability: Ice powers (elsa)

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Nationality: American

Languages: English

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Schooling: Forks Highschool

Previous Occupation: Forks Primary Current occupation: N/A

Previous Resident: Forks, Washington

Current Resident: Forks Washington

First Appearance: Alexis's Tale

Last Appearance: The twilight saga: part 2

Status: alive

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"The Volturi? Really? We gotta be afraid of a guy who looks like a rat?"

Played by: Sadie Sink

Voice: Sadie Sink

Eye color: ocean blue

Hair color: red

Hair texture: wavy/curly

Hair length: long

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Appearances: Alexis's Tale Twilight The Twilight Saga: New Moon The Twilight Saga: Eclipse The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part one The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two

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Mental Health: N/A

Fears: -tba-

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Positive Traits: Confident Kind Caring Loyal Courageous Brave Sassy Bold Adventurous Independent Protective

Negative Traits: Sarcastic Rebellious Secretive Childish (rare trait) Lazy(rare trait)

Skills: Skateboarding Baking Painting Drawing

Hobbies: Singing Writing Reading Skateboarding

Likes: Animals Her guitar Her computer Wolves Nature Music Horses Reading

Dislikes: Snobs The volturi Socializing School Homework The heat homophobics Salmon Needles

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Drinking: n/a

Smoking: n/a

Addictions: n/a

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Pet: Batty- Australian Cattle Dog- female Simba- Golden Retriever- male

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Best Friends: Bella Swan Alice Cullen Jasper Hale

Close Friends: Rosalie Hale Carlisle Cullen Emmet Cullen Esme Cullen Edward Cullen

Friends: Eric Yorkie Mike Newton Angela Webber Jessica Stanley Jacob Black Seth Clearwater Leah Clearwater

Frenemies: The werewolf pack

Enemies: The volturi James Victoria Laurent

Family: Belinda-grandmother (deceased) (played by Idina Menzel) Jaybird- younger bio brother (deceased) (played by George Henry Davidson) Bea Austin- bio mother (deceased) (played by Sophia Carson) (age: 17-20 in Alexis's tale) Jack Austin- bio father (deceased) (played by Joseph Quinn) Nick- grandfather(unknown) (played by Dwayne Johnson) Seth Clearwater- Imprint/Mate

"For the last time, I ain't Elsa-"

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"You're not bad yourself"

Love Interests:

Past Love Interests: none

Current Love Interest: Seth Clearwater

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Ship Name: Sethikka

Relationship trope: Friends to Lovers Starcrossed lovers soulmates

Relationship headcannons: -TBA-

Relationship playlist: True Colors- Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake Didn't Know I could Feel This Way- Lady and the Tramp I Don't Care- Emma Heesters

Relationship variants: Cloudtail + Brightheart- Warriors Scamp + Angel- Lady and the Tramp 2 Nala + Simba- The Lion King Rani + Kion- The Lion Guard Elle + Tao- Heartstopper Gwen Stacey + Peter Parker- TASP

Relationship Aesthetic: -tba-

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Trivia: -TBA-

Backstory: Annika Daisy Austin was born on the 8th of May 2005 to Bea and Jack Austin. She loved her parents and aunt dearly and they loved her back. Whenever her parents weren't around, she hanged out with her aunt, Alex. But everything took a turn for the worse when her parents died. Alex was forced to look after Annika. But everything sorta worked out for the both of them.

A few years later, she meets Seth when they are training to fight Victoria's vampire crew in Eclipse. They became friends and as time passed, she developed a small crush on him. She teased him playfully sometimes but other times, she was good friends with him. They met again when Edward and Bella got married and hung out secretly when no one was looking. They soon became a couple while Edward and Bella were on their honeymoon. And time will tell what happens next :D

Character variations: Brightheart (Warriors) Gwen Stacey (TASP) Angel (Lady and the Tramp 2) Hailey (TMF) Milly (TMF) Claire (Tales of Arcadia series)

Memorable Quotes: -Tba-

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top 10 books of 2023!!

thank you for tagging me, @elskanellis! i started drafting this right away, ran out of time to post it on 12/31, and am ~circling back now. i read 50 books in 2023, and these are my top 10 faves!

titles, brief #thoughts, etc. under the cut!

Himself, by Jess Kidd

this was so incredible and heart-wrenching and exciting to read. devastatingly beautiful/cheerful dirtbag lad busts into a small irish village to find out what happened to his mother, who was almost certainly murdered, and turns everything upside down. every character is so entertaining and funny and sharp, even the villains. the ending is incredible.

The Winners, by Fredrik Backman

i'd recommend this whole series, even if you don't care about hockey; it's so, so good and emotionally devastating. at its base, the series is about a hockey team in sweden, but really, this series belongs to the character of Benji Ovich, and it's a masterclass in building up a queer hero. it's unflinching in dealing with all that he goes through, and handles a lot of really difficult topics with deftness. the heart of his story, for me, is the question of what happens when you're in love with your best friend who is actually a despicable, evil person, and how can you ever forgive yourself for it?

The Iliad, translated by Emily Wilson

do i have to evangelize this one anymore? it's so fucking good. i've read it about 10 times at this point, i just couldn't bring myself to be finished with it. it's so refreshing and approachable and makes every single character leap off the page. it doesn't pull a single emotional punch (because homer doesn't! and wilson's like "don't look away!")

A Map for the Missing, by Belinda Huijuan Tang

this is one of those books that really comes together as a whole; i didn't know it was going to be a fave until i was finished with it. a chinese immigrant has to go back home to help search for his elderly father, who's gone missing. as he goes, every single thread of his past is tugged on and unravelled and the complexity and depth the narrative achieves is really astounding. the last few pages are an absolute gut-punch.

A Power Unbound, by Freya Marske

purely here for how it redeemed the entire series for me. i'm actually not a big romance person, though i did read more romance than ever this year; i just usually tend to get bored with the same sorts of romance tropes over and over (probably because that's what i read fic to get, not tradpub novels). this one doesn't do anything new or reinvent those tropes or anything, it's just really, really good and engaging and hot. the romance outshines the magic system/plot by far. i'd recommend the series overall, but this one has the best relationship in it AINEC.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries, by Heather Fawcett

why do i always like middle grade authors who pivot to adult books waaay more than YA authors who do the same? like how are they so much better? that's definitely the case here. this is really fun fairy book (i went through a fairy phase over the summer) and packed a surprising emotional punch and a really lovely romance. i think it helped that the main character have major howl and sophie vibes. i'm excited for the sequel to come out in a few weeks!

Slewfoot, by Brom

god this was absolutely horrifying and brutal and also incredible? i actually can't believe this is here because it lost me through some of the worst of the witch trial torture (it goes really hard on it, as a warning, and i almost stopped there. her poor cat :/ i can almost never handle it when a cat dies) but!! i'm glad i stuck through because of the ending, which is phenomenal and makes every other bit of it worth it. the mythology is terrific and terrifying, too.

Small Things Like These, by Claire Keegan

possibly the best novella i've ever read? it just packs an incredible punch; it doesn't waste a single word, every square inch is a devastating look at the magdalene laundries and it doesn't hold back at all. so, so good.

Half a Soul, by Olivia Atwater

i'm so glad i discovered olivia atwater this year! this was during the Fairy Phase and it was just really fun and engaging. again, big howl and sophie vibes (this is such a high compliment from me) and i really love the second book in this series, too. it's just a really fun world to get lost in, and i'm excited to read more from this author this year.

He Who Drowned the World, by Shelley Parker-Chan

i had some problems with this, and i didn't love it as much as the first book, though i actually think most of those problems could've been solved with a third book and a longer runway. really wish this was a trilogy. that being said, this was still incredible. i loved every single narrative thread, there were zero emotional punches pulled, and i still think about these characters all the time. read this series if you haven't!!

#book talk #bookblr #2023 reads #book reviews #book recs #excited for 2024 already; i'm going back to 40 books lol #50 was too much pressure #40 is good because if i read more then it's just gravy!

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Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

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Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

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It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

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“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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— EL BOLSO DE BELINDA.

Find in GALLERY. Like or reblog the post it was useful. Your interaction shows me that I should keep making screencaps. And if you want me to post some in separate posts, tell me! ♡

#screencaps #belinda #belinda peregrin #belinda screencaps #belinda photos #interviews screencaps #screencaps of interviews #packs for download #packs #pack of screencaps #coral

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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The Great season 3 review?

I loved it, first off! It was one of the best seasons of TV I've seen, full stop. And I'm gonna be real: if you hate the season simply because Peter died and give absolutely zero thought to anything else in a show this packed to the brim with talent and things... I don't know, man. I feel like there's a subset of people for whom the Point of the show sailed overhead.

I love Catherine and Peter. One of the best love stories I've seen onscreen. I love Elle and Nick together; I would watch them in anything. I even tried to watch the other movie they did together. But I think the show has always been very clear, from day one, in the fucking title even, that we were watching a journey of a woman going from girlhood to despotic "greatness". It has been, and always will be, Catherine's story first and foremost.

"It wasn't historically accurate, why is it now???" Lmao it isn't? Him dying does not make the show accurate. He died falling through ice after falling in love with Catherine, when in real life he died, most likely by her order, imprisoned by Catherine. Peter did not die because Tony McNamara suddenly decided to go with an accurate story. He died because it was time in the narrative.

All that aside, I just thought the first half gave us more of this super compelling relationship while also making it clear that there was no way for Catherine to become who she needed to be with him alive. It's not because she didn't love him; it was because she did, too much. The love was all-consuming, and if she had a choice she would've probably chosen to skip greatness and be with him. I mean, she kind of tried to--she was playing Russian roulette in a bid to "be" with him, never mind the arsenic thing. And that depiction of grief, of it never being something she'll "move past", but will simply become more used to and more able to deal with... So good.

This is the version of Catherine that she needed to be in order to have an iron rule over Russia, and I think she could not have become that version without the trauma she endured. Peter dying was what took her to another level of unhinged, of brutality. I mean, listen--is it a good thing for her? Not necessarily. But the show doesn't really pass judgment on what's good or bad, but rather what is. The fact that we ended on a Catherine who had random sex with random people just to satisfy herself, who was like "I did this, not destiny", who sent Archie to die without blinking... It's more reminiscent of the real woman, and it's who she had to be. That last dance was catharsis and a bit of madness and despair but also, I think, acceptance that she has gotten what she wanted, she is who she was always meant to be, and it hurts.

I also find it ludicrous that people think Peter should've died in a nobler way? First off, the tone of this show has never been Like That, and second, Peter is not noble. He's progressed, sure, but he was never a fully actualized, individualized person, and that's part of his tragedy. He died because he couldn't ultimately resist the pull of his insecurity and the weight of his father's expectations. He couldn't compartmentalize his trauma enough to survive, which isn't good or bad, it just is, and it's a tragedy. Catherine ultimately had to do what he couldn't in order to survive. Peter can be a man who grew, but him growing does not mean he grew *enough*.

(Also ludicrous: people acting like Peter dying betrayed the show as a romcom? He fucked and killed her mom, never mind him killing her previous lover, this was not a romcom lol.)

Elizabeth--love her journey. The place we saw her get to with Peter the Great is the place Peter wasn't able to get to. Moving on, recognizing that she could take it but ultimately didn't need to. Maybe finding love again? (Tbh tho, I shipped her more with Petrov.) Such an incredible performance from Belinda across seasons. Her line about crying until her ribs break and that being okay because she would never take another unpained breath... Jesus, that was well-written and visceral.

I love Archie because he's just a wonderful antagonist, well-acted, and a great sense of dark comic relief. Like, unlike characters I found sanctimonious and self-serving at the same time, Archie was just committed to his endgame. I'm glad he's still alive.

The Swedes!!! I've been a longtime Swede Stan, ever since season 1. I know that some critics didn't like how much time they took up, but fuck that. I love their relationship, I think the guy playing Hugo deserves an Emmy because he had some of the best line deliveries of the fucking season, I love their funhouse Peter and Catherine-style relationship. The only thing I didn't love was Agnes's subplot with Velementov, but more on that in a minute.

I enjoyed Petrov as a new addition. If the show were to continue (again, more on that later) I could see him with Elizabeth, but also probably hooking up with Catherine because... In real life, Catherine did love a man in uniform and I think Tony would take inspo from that. Not saying it would be a long term thing, but I imagine that in the future if the show went on, we'd see a Catherine with many partners. I mean, she had sex with two different people in the finale alone, slept with the American ambassador this season, etc. Her body count would for sure rise. But yeah, I liked his efficiency and love of cannonballs.

Stan Maxim forever, we love a young king who's ready to murder.

George was a huge turnaround for me. I think part of it was in seeing Marial become so vile. George's cheerful amorality mixed with, I think, real feeling for Peter, Grigor, and even Catherine was really compelling. I used to hate her, but now I love her and I hope she keeps doing what she needs to do. She deserves. I also found that her scene with Catherine, recognizing that they both loved Peter, that Catherine did take him from George--it was one of the most emotionally touching of the season, for me. George understood Catherine's grief in a way others couldn't, and I loved their odd relationship.

Grigor... Love him forever, like him for always, he's a favorite forever. I want him to want better for himself. His relationship with Paul, his intense grief for Peter, it just got me. I could absolutely see him having an affair with Catherine in the future; they were already giving me big "comforting the widow" vibes.

I loved Tatyana and Arkady. Such good comic relief, and I enjoyed them both kind of seeking recognition from Pugachev that they never received from Peter.

Speaking of Pugachev--masterclass from Nick. The fact that he had a Peter voice, a Pugachev voice, and a Pugachev pretending to be Peter voice? MY GOD. Also, the way Pugachev was like... bad, sure, but had some solid points out Peter and Catherine's callousness, especially in that fabulous last scene with Catherine.

I know Orlo's death was controversial, but Sascha wanted to leave and I figure why not make his death both ridiculous and emblematic of Catherine becoming more of like. A casually violent leader.

Disliked:

Marial. Horrible character. Like Phoebe, hate Marial. I just don't get the hypocrisy of saying she wants to be Catherine's friend FOR REALZ while also lying about the Pugachev involvement and also like... Celebrating the death of her husband? Marial doesn't have to like Peter, but being best friends with his widow and in love with his best friend............ Like, pick a lane, girl. Also, no idea why Grigor was so in love with her when she honestly didn't treat him well and seemed to fundamentally not understand him.

Velementov. Never got him. He's always seemed like, kind of pathetic and a father figure... while also making pervy comments about Catherine. I didn't see why he didn't just die this season. Make room for Petrov and Maxim, asshole. He took up so much unnecessary time.

But yeah, I think that if they end up getting renewed they have loose threads they can play with, but if not I'm totally happy. I feel like I understand where the story went. I understand what the message was. I feel like Catherine has had a total transformation, one the show has been leading towards since it began. Her dance at the end was such a triumph to, in a devastating way. Her monologue about things to say to Peter to keep him from leaving; her face when she was given the dessert and realized fully he was dead. That level of acting Elle gave was just incredible. The way I felt this woman's pain, the way I understood her evolution... It was something else.

And brushing all that aside because your ship wasn't "endgame" seems super shallow, but that's just me.

The only thing I'd love to see Tony take a stab at with Elle is his version of Potemkin because that guy was a CHARACTER lol, but I mean. The Helen Mirren mini covers that affair very well. And I'm good with this show ending where it has, if that was it.

#the great

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