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Take Your Father to Work Day (S2, E4)

As many people have said: This is one of the STRONGEST Prodigal Son episodes to date. It was incredible. My time-stamped thoughts for this episode are below.

I reference Malcolm’s mental health and sexual violence in this one. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:16 - OMG. Destiny’s Child. Whoever is in charge of the soundtrack for this show needs a raise. Or an award. It’s SOO GOOD.

0:18 - How great is this montage of Martin’s prison life too? I mean the insane mundanity of it combined with “Survivor” and Michael Sheen’s incredible acting is some perfect mix between hilarious, captivating, and just brilliant.

1:06 - I feel so bad for Mr.David. He has to deal with Martin’s theatrics every day. Poor guy looks done in this episode.

1:35 - CAN HECTOR BECOME A BIGGER CHARACTER?! PLEASE. He’s hilarious and I love him. “Bro. You got your ass jumped at Sunday School.”

2:09 - Wait. What? Jerry’s getting released?!? I mean, I understand that he’s no longer in need of psychiatric care......but he still killed someone. Shouldn’t he just be getting transferred to a different prison?

2:25 - Does Jerry have a death wish?!?! He’s talking about being released in a room full of jealous murderers. Everyone looks sooooo pissed at Jerry.

2:54 - Martin is such a liar. However - Michael Sheen’s performance is astoundingly good. Like he shines brighter than usual in this episode.

3:17 - Poor Malcolm. “What’s going on?” Poor boy looks terrified.

3:23 - I love everything about this scene. I love how freaked out Malcolm is. I love you extra Jessica is. BUT HANS. Holy shit. I want Hans in every episode. He’s crazy in a good way and such a beautiful comedic relief.

3:30 - OMG. “Skinny milennial” might be the best thing anyone has ever called Malcolm. Someone please tell JT and Dani - hell, even Gil. They would tease him forever and I want to see it.

3:45 - 1) Malcolm is a terrible liar. 2) Jessica knows he’s lying. 3) This story about the wine is interesting. I wonder when and how Malcolm first told Jessica the story. Was it the same night? AND HOW DID ENDICOTT’S BODY END UP IN ESTONIA?!? I WANT MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THAT NIGHT.

3:54 - “Ainsley and I came back from the hospital after Gil’s stabbing.”....we never saw Ainsley at the hospital. Was she there and left before Malcolm got there? Or is this a plot hole I need to ignore?

4:05 - The way that the flashbacks of Endicott’s murder is spliced into this scene with Malcolm’s cover story is so perfectly executed. It’s so captivating and so so well done.

4:14 - Malcolm’s eyes look quite manic during the retelling of this story. Poor guy is desperate to have everyone believe the story. Poor guy probably wants to convince himself that the story is true.

4:16 - Wait. What? Ainsley has always been clumsy? .....interesting. I’ve seen no evidence of it but I’ll believe it for the sake of the plot.

4:23 - “At least one of you has a soul.” Holy shit. hahaha Hans is brutal. I love him so much. I also love how this line makes me, as a viewer, think “does that mean the writers want me to think that Ainsley doesn’t have a soul?” ...or more likely that she doesn’t feel emotion (which can be interpreted as a lack of a soul). That she’s a psychopath like Martin?

4:27 - OMG. Jessica loves Hans. He speaks to her dramatic rich woman soul. So entertaining.

4:30 - Poor. Malcolm. This boy is always in some sort of emotional turmoil. For once I wish he was happy (but also I love the emotional whump so if that could continue that would be great).

4:44 - “It’s so much more than that.” *chef’s kiss* comedic genius. I would watch a whole episode of Mr.David making fun of Martin. But can we all just take a minute to appreciate that Martin doesn’t seem bothered at all that Mr.David is basically verbally telling him that he sucks? It’s almost like Martin thinks they’re friends?

4:50 - Martin is strangely chill talking to Mr.David in this scene. It’s a little off-putting. He almost seems normal. He’s not putting on his usual theatrics or ranting about doctor stuff. It makes you wonder how many different sides of Martin that Mr.David has witnessed.

5:01 - “Oh no. Not Jerry.” LMAO. HOLY SHIT. Michael Sheen needs an Emmy. His delivery of that line might be the funniest thing this show has ever given us. hahahahaha

5:29 - Damn. This is not Gil’s month. First Jessica dumps him. Then he has to deal with Martin Whitly in the flesh. That plus the on-going drama of worrying about Malcolm’s mental health and the stress of reintegrating into work after a STAB WOUND.

5:31 - Gil’s face. hahahahaha he’s like, “Kill me. This can’t be happening. I hate everything. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.”

5:37 - “Yeah. Why’d you do it?” GIL. OMG. I’m so proud of Gil for dissing Martin to his face. BUT ALSO I worry that that’s going to give Martin more of a reason to hate Gil. I’m genuinely scared that the writers have Martin escaping as the pre-finale episode and Martin trying to kill Gil as the finale. Maybe Gil shows up trying to save Malcolm, AInsley, and Jessica (whom Martin is trying to abduct or hurt or something) idk I just feel like it’s going to be a likely subplot somewhere. I don’t want an attempt on Gil’s life to become a season finale tradition.

5:56 - Ew. “Gilly” That is a terrible nickname. I think I threw up a little.

6:00 - Damn. I love this scene. I could watch Martin and Gil pretending to be civil to each other for years. So entertaining.

6:29 - hahahahaha OMG. Gil’s reaction to Martin saying, “Thank you” PLUS Edrisa’s sudden excitement at realizing she’s 10 ft away from Malcolm’s Dad - a medical legend, is magical.

6:35 - Not gonna lie. When Edrisa said, “Ok. I’m gonna play it cool.” I had to pause my TV and walk away to calm down. I was experiencing a mixture of second hand embarrassment for Edrisa’s inevitable behaviour, excitement for what is to come, and fear that Martin would be a jerk to our precious Edrisa.

6:44 - Edrisa and Martin interacting was everything I’d hoped. It was strange, funny, sweet, and disturbing at the same time. The sweet, eccentric girl who attends cuddle parties is getting buddy-buddy with a literal serial killer. Hilarious. Even better is Gil’s background reactions as he desperately tries to keep Edrisa away from the psychopath. hahaha <3

7:12 - Gil is currently living in a nightmare. hahahahaha

7:47 - I love this. I love how Malcolm and Ainsley interact. Malcolm is such a good big brother. IDK something about these two adult siblings chilling on a couch and warning each other about Mom’s current rampage reminds me of myself and my younger brother. <3 Warms my cold dead heart. <3 PLUS has anyone else noticed that (as long as Ainsley isn’t hounding Malcolm about a story or airing out his mental health diagnoses like the bs from Q&A) Malcolm is extremely calm around Ainsley. Like maybe the calmest we’ve ever seen him?

8:20 - “Oh Ainsley, that’s a horrible idea.” This is adorable. Malcolm is totally acting like Ainsley’s surrogate dad. He’s trying so hard to protect her. <3

8:42 - There’s something about the way that Malcolm says, “Hey Gil” that makes my heart swell. Idk why. I just their father/son relationship. So much. And it makes me so happy to see Malcolm having semi-normal interactions with people in general.

8:48 - This. Is. The. Funniest. Episode. Of. Prodigal. Son. To. Date. Holy shit. The comical dread on Malcolm’s face. Martin’s glee on the phone. Gil’s general “done with life” body language. Ainsley’s utter joy at her luck. MALCOLM DRAINING THE ALKA-SELTZER. Ainsley saying “chug chug”. So perfect.

9:27 - Is it just me or has Jessica been showing way more concern for her children’s well-being this season? At first I thought it was because she was so happy with Gil....but that’s not a thing anymore (because Jessica is a MORON - seriously if this show gets cancelled before Gil and Jessica are living happily ever after I will riot) so now Idk.

10:02 - EDRISA WHY DID YOU NOT TELL GIL AND MALCOLM THAT THE SURGEON WAS ON THE PHONE?!? For a hot second, poor Malcolm looks like he thinks he’s hallucinating.

10:40 - Gil hanging up on Martin and then telling Edrisa that she needs to make new friends is everything. It’s vicious. Gil looks absolutely furious in this scene and I love it.

11:07 - Yo. Edrisa’s got some baggage. hahaha Malcolm looks soooo uncomfortable with her outburst.

11:18 - I would pay good money to watch Martin and Gil have a pissing match in front of Malcolm every episode. It’s amazing. They’re constantly trying to one-up each other. The tension is palatable. And someone Malcolm is the only one acting like a mature, working adult. Malcolm. My mentally unstable, skinny millennial.

11:34 - OH SHIT. Martin did not just bring Jessica into this. Oh SNAP. Does Martin know that Jessica dumped Gil?!?

11:56 - “I’m going to need a little more than that.” Damn. Malcolm looks pissed here. Pretty sure he hates that Martin just brought up Gil/Jessica. Malcolm’s bio-dad and real dad are fighting and it’s very clear that Malcolm is on Gil’s side.

12:17 - The look that Gil and Malcolm share here is perfect. I love it so much. You can see how annoyed they both are, how much they hate that they need Martin on this case, how much neither of them want Martin’s help. <3

12:23 - SOMEONE GIVE GIL A MEDAL. This man just grit his teeth, smiled, and let MARTIN WHITLY - the man who tried to KILL HIM work on his case. Why? Because Malcolm silently asked him to. Because Gil loves Malcolm and knows that it’s better for Martin to work with them officially than for Malcolm to work with Martin in secret. At least this way he can look out for Malcolm.

12:42 - “It’s taken Dr. Marsh years...” soooo was Dr. Marsh the name of the Asian doctor leading group therapy last season? Is this just a new actor, same character scenario? OR am I supposed to forget that Asian doctor existed last season?

13:04 - I can’t tell if Gil hates this whole “father-son in group therapy idea”. He looks kind of like he hates it (although he is looking at Martin in the shot). I’m inclined to think that Gil is worried. He doesn’t like how nice Martin is acting toward Malcolm. He doesn’t want Malcolm to get hurt again. BUT I also think there’s probably a part of Gil that thinks group therapy might be beneficial for Malcolm’s mental health? I mean it was only ever going to be terrible or amazing. Nothing in between.

13:12 - “They hate you don’t they?” GIL BRINGING THE FIRE. hahahaha angry Gil is really funny.

13:43 - OH HELL YES. More Hector. <3

13:46 - hahaha YES. Hector this is Malcolm - the son. You know, the one you had to role-play? hahaha I feel like Hector is a really cool dude (aside from the murder).

13:53 - Damn. Hector pays attention in group. He has a lot of info about Malcolm. I would’ve thought the other inmates would just tune Martin out when he starts his monologues.

13:59 - “He’s got a thing with hands?” hahahaha OMG. How did I never connect the hand thing. DOES Malcolm have a thing with hands? ....I kind of want that to be cannon?

14:00 - “You’re crazier than me.” Ouch. That must’ve hurt. Think about it - Malcolm is ridden with guilt about Endicott. He’s haunted by what he experienced as a kid and by what his father is. Malcolm believes he’s broken beyond repair. On some level Malcolm thinks he’s crazy. Now a literal killer just told him he’s crazy. That just affirms what Malcolm already believes about himself. :( PLUS right after Hector tells Malcolm that he’s crazy - the camera pans to Martin. MARTIN looks scared. Martin is losing control of the situation and he doesn’t like it. Martin knows on some level that he ruined Malcolm’s mental health. He almost looks a little guilty?

14:31 - FINALLY. We have a cannon occurrence of someone calling Malcolm “Mal” (or “Malc” if you’re going by HULU’s subtitles?). I hope the writers start having people call Malcolm by Mal/Malc more often.

14:35 - I can’t ignore it anymore. DID HECTOR HAVE THAT SCAR ON HIS FACE LAST SEASON?!? I DON’T REMEMBER IT.

14:38 - YES YES. Malcolm looks angry. I LOVE IT. Scream at him Malcolm! Give him hell!

15:03 - Yikes. Malcolm sounds like he’s about to cry here. :( My heart breaks for him. .....I wonder if this is the first time Martin has ever heard how much pain he caused Malcolm straight from Malcolm? Martin looks hella uncomfortable here.

15:25 - The inmates (literal murderers) empathizing with Malcolm is twisted, beautiful, and haunting. These guys understand how much it sucks to hang out with Martin. These guys can see the real pain in Malcolm’s expression. They know he isn’t lying. Part of me honestly wonders if one of them is going to try and hurt Martin for Malcolm. They looked pissed enough by the end of the conversation that I kind of believe they might.

16:00 - Malcolm is not acting here. For once he’s not projecting his problems onto potential suspects. He’s just venting to suspects. No pretence. I love it. BUT 100% of me wants to know where Gil is during this session. Is Gil listening? Is the session being recorded for evidence? There’s no way Gil (or Dani) wouldn’t confront Malcolm about this. Even if they just asked him if he’s okay.

16:10 - hahahaha look at Doctor Marsh. He’s like “ooookkkkkaaaayyyy. I’m a psychiatrist in a psychiatric facility for people who have committed violent crimes. BUT THIS IS THE NUTTIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.”

16:12 - Look at the way Martin narrows his eyes. He’s trying to figure out if Malcolm is acting. He’s finally realizing that Malcolm truly hates what Martin subjected him to as a child. I honestly think this interaction will cause Martin to shift his “become a murderer like me” agenda from Malcolm to Ainsley. He’s finally seen the depth of Malcolm’s hatred and pain and knows deep down that Malcolm will never turn into a serial killer. But there’s still hope for Ainsley. That’s not to say that Martin won’t stop gaslighting Malcolm - he totally will.

17:10 - Martin has been at Claremont for 20 YEARS. How is it that he didn’t know a gold card existed?!?

17:21 - I honestly thought Marsh was going to get shanked. For the gold card. No other reason.

18:07 - It’s not supposed to be funny but Burt freaking out and punching Marsh is HYSTERICAL. hahahahaha

18:10 - That guard who pushed Malcolm out of the room and into a safe area? He’s in my good books. Every time I watch him push Malcolm to safety I want to give him a hug. Just for doing his job. What the hell is wrong with me?!?

18:18 - UGH. I hate that creepy, satisfied look that Martin gives Malcolm. It’s the same look he gave baby Malcolm in the pilot. It’s the “we’re the same” look and it clearly bothers Malcolm. :(

18:26 - Oh look. 18 minutes into the episode and we finally have a Dani appearance!! annnnnnd no mention of JT. I mean, I get it. He’s on paternity leave. I’m happy for him. BUT TWO EPISODES WITHOUT A JT APPEARANCE IS TORTURE. At least give me a throw away line about how happy JT is or about the baby!?? Honestly - it’s my biggest gripe with this episode.

18:56 - soooo either Dr. Marsh is a terrible psychiatrist OR you can’t “cure” murderers.

19:08 - The NYPD knows that Martin cured Jerry?!? HOW? Did Mr. David get Martin to admit to shocking him? Did Mr. David tell the police?!? I don’t remember Martin telling Malcolm. I specifically remember Malcolm saying, “I don’t want to know”

20:02 - Damn. I want Ainsley to go dark so badly. I want to see how badly it would destroy Malcolm and Jessica. I am evil.

20:52 - Malcolm’s burgundy jacket is gorgeous. That is all.

21:10 - Malcolm knows that Martin wants to escape. This is good. I love this.

21:55 - THERE’S A WOMENS WARD?!? REVOLUTIONARY INFORMATION. I THOUGHT THEY HAD A SEPARATE HOSPITAL.

22:00 - Oh wow. Finally - a perk to gender inequality.

22:52 - This Brightwell scene is so cute. I love watching Malcolm be excited about solving the crime. I love watching Dani gently tease him about how weird he is. I love watching them subtly flirt. Is Malcolm ready for another relationship - hell no. Do I think Dani has forgiven him - not totally. If they got together now it would end badly. But I do want them to be endgame.

23:11 - Andre is really suspicious throughout this whole scene. I’m convinced that if Dani and Malcolm weren’t too busy flirting Andre would’ve become a suspect really fast.

23:15 - Why do people get released from psychiatric prisons?!? This is a genuine question. I would’ve thought that everyone in Claremont has committed some seriously heinous crimes and only a very small portion of them are actually sick. The rest of them just pleaded insanity and had good lawyers. But even if they are/were sick. I don’t think the types of mental illnesses that drive people to murder and/or rape is something that can be cured. Sooo why are they getting released? I guess I just wonder because there’s this guy that’s been in my local news on and off for like 10+ years. He’s molested/raped many young women between the ages of about 16-25. He’s been arrested and released multiple times. He keeps getting released to different major cities in my province (usually a city with a big University) and reoffends within 6 months of being released. Most recently he was arrested last month after being released in October 2020. Clearly he’s going to keep reoffending - so why does he keep getting released? I guess I just don’t understand what the criteria are that allow an inmate who has committed that sort of crime to be released. Here’s a link to one of the more recent news stories if you’re interested: https://vancouverisland.ctvnews.ca/police-warn-of-high-risk-sex-offender-moving-to-victoria-1.5149264

23:23 - hahaha Andre is like, “Yo. This dude is freaky.”

24:15 - Look at how proud Malcolm is of his whole “lobster = murderer” profile. <3 So freaking precious. <3 and Dani looks so amused with him. <3

24:37 - Sooooo Mr. David isn’t listening to this conversation? He left the room?

24:40 - Jessica going to Martin for parenting help is terrifying. This is a woman in crisis.

25:20 - But Jessica was right to be paranoid in 97′. She wasn’t being cheated on romantically but her husband was murdering people.

25:24 - Martin is so selling his kids out here. He knows it. He doesn’t care. He’s having too much fun torturing Jessica. He’s rejoicing at the fact that he gets to play the “I turned the kids to the dark side” card.

26:40 - Poor Jessica. She looks suspicious and scared. Scared that she raised a killer even though she tried desperately to prevent that very behaviour.

26:56 - Damn. Martin is having a really good day. First he gets to annoy Gil Arroyo in the flesh. Then Edrisa talks medical with him. Then he gets to work with Malcolm. THEN his ex-wife calls him and he gets to toy with her mind. THEN his daughter, who has literally murdered someone comes to visit him. He is a proud Dad right here and he’s having an amazing day.

28:00 - Rhonda is terrifying. This girl has perfected the “I’m sweet and unthreatening” while lying and manipulating people. I swear she’s a teenage Queen B personality with a side of violence.

28:30 - I love how protective Malcolm is of Ainsley. Look how positively livid he is that Marin is talking to her. Malcolm is terrified that Martin is going to purposefully and successfully turn Ainsley into a serial killer. Malcolm doesn’t want to lose his sister. He doesn’t want Jessica to lose her ‘stable’ child.

29:09 - This scares me. This is the kind of Ainsley behaviour from last season that made me believe she is the Whitly child most like Martin. Her ruthlessness and lack of a conscience when it comes to looking for a news story is extremely upsetting.

30:11 - What the hell happened to Tevin? AND WATKINS?!? We got no closure on those guys. Are they dead? In prison? Is Tevin still in Claremont? Were they transferred to facilities outside of New York State?

30:28 - Malcolm yelling at Martin is perfect. *chef’s kiss* Finally this boy is being honest with his father and he isn’t holding back.

30:40 - Michael Sheen is an incredible actor. This is an Emmy worthy scene. By Sheen AND Payne.

30:48 - I love how you can see Mr. David just chilling. Sitting outside the door and staring across the hall during this scene. It’s just....can’t he hear the screaming?!? Is he just like, “I can’t take anymore of this today. Not my circus and not my monkeys.”

30:55 - Soooooo this is Martin showing his true colours. There’s definitely a part of Martin that hates Malcolm. I honestly wonder if that part of Martin actively tries/tried to emotionally torture Malcolm now and throughout his childhood.

31:00 - “And your mother. And you ruined HeR!!!”....does this mean Martin was trying to make Ainsley a serial killer? Maybe after the camping trip when he realized Malcolm was too “weak” to kill anyone? Is this Martin saying that Ainsley is ruined because she didn’t become a serial killer? Or that Ainsley is ruined because she killed Endicott?

31:05 - “But that’s not me.” hahaha OMG. Michael Sheen just flipped between two personalities like nobody’s business. Respect.

31:08 - Martin’s outburst hurt Malcolm. Badly. You can see it all over his face. Even now, when Malcolm is being strong and showing some backbone to Martin, Martin can wound Malcolm with a single phrase. :(

31:41 - soooo where has Gil been for the past 10 minutes of this episode?

32:02 - Sooooo did Andre kill Jerry for Rhonda? Or did he just know about the murder and keep quiet for Rhonda? Or is his oblivious to the fact that Rhonda killed Jerry? I’m honestly confused here.

32:20 - Holy shit. Rhonda is crazy. Andre is dead now. Right?

32:48 - Wait. Why did Andre have a gold card? Mr. David only has red. What kind of qualifications does a guard need to get a gold card vs blue, green, or red?!?!

32:55 - Claremont isn’t a punishment for Martin. Solitary is. Martin should live in solitary. He deserves to suffer for his crimes (and the ongoing torture of his son).

33:05 - How messed up is it that Mr. David’s job is to protect a serial killer? I don’t think I’m brave enough to do something like that. I also don’t know if I could do that for moral reasons.

33:14 - Damn. That elevator looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since it was installed. It’s sooo much nastier than the hallway outside of the elevator.

33:50 - Sooo does this mean Martin is eventually going to try and murder someone down here?

33:54 - HE CALLED FOR BACKUP <3 <3 <3 OUR BOY IS GROWING UP AND I’M SO PROUD. <3

35:40 - FINALLY SOME MALCOLM WHUMP. <3 THIS SEASON HAS BEEN LACKING IT.

36:00 - This is really interesting to me. I honestly wonder if Martin has some sort of split personality disorder (personality #1: murderous, selfish, psychopath; personality #2: loving, concerned father and lawful doctor). You can see how desperately he wants to escape. But also how much he loves his son. I honestly thought he was going to leave Malcolm to die.

36:06 - Ugh. Look at his whumped face. <3 <3 <3 ....one thing that I couldn’t stop thinking during all the tazing (which was amazing FYI, I’m not complaining) is this: in QxA (1x07) Mr. David says that he only has a single shot tazer. Why did Andre have a multi-shot tazer? Is this a gold card vs red card thing?

36:40 - WHY THE EFF DOES BACKUP NOT INCLUDE GIL?!?! I KNOW HE’S STILL IN THE BUILDING.

37:03 - MARTIN, IF YOU TOUCH A HAIR ON DANI’S HEAD I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU MYSELF. He honestly looks like he wants to murder her.

37:50 - Martin’s speech is not going to help Malcolm’s mental state. At all.

38:31 - No. No. No. Martin you do NOT get to talk to Dani on a first name basis. Look at how much Dani hates it.

38:35 - I love how soft Malcolm looks as Martin lifts him up. Look at how Malcolm gently leans into the touch. It breaks my heart. After 20 years Malcolm is still comforted by physical contact with his father. :(

38:37 - “Put your hands on me again Dr. Whitly, and I’ll blow your head off.” OH HELL YES. Dani is my hero. Iconic. Also - anyone else notice that Dani is chewing gum in this scene (I don’t think she’s chewed gum on camera since the pilot?) it makes her look like so much more of a badass in this scene.

38:55 - Oh look. The rest of the backup finally showed up. Where were these assholes 5 minutes ago when DANI WAS ALONE? AND WHERE IS GIL?!?!

39:00 - Malcolm thanking Dani is so so precious. And the fact that he’s clearly struggling to breathe and stay conscious is giving me life. ALSO Dani saying, “YOU’re welcome.”?!? *chef’s kiss* :) :) <3

39:30 - So Malcolm definitely knows that Martin almost left him to die so that Martin could escape.

39:33 - ......Ainsley is currently living with Jessica. Why is Ainsley not at the family dinner? We literally see her in the house in like 30 seconds.

39:35 - Malcolm in a polo shirt. Malcolm in a polo shirt. Why is it so attractive?!? He looks like a baby cinnamon roll? <3

39:51 - WHO THE EFF LET AINSLEY INTO THE MURDER BASEMENT?!? WHY AM I EXPECTED TO BELIEVE THAT JESSICA DIDN’T RE-SEAL IT AFTER WATKINS?!?!

40:15 - Jessica desperately tearing apart the living room is heartbreaking. :(

40:29 - Question: Did Jessica send her staff home before she tore apart the living room? Because I can just imagine two of them staring into the living room from the hall like, “She’s finally snapped. Should we call someone?”

41:00 - Jessica is the queen of drama. HOLY SHIT. This reveal was so extra and so perfect.

41:13 - “I killed him.” “You’re lying.” I love this interaction between Jessica and Malcolm. Malcolm has spent his whole life trying to convince people that he’s not a murderer. To protect Ainsley, his baby sister, he will say the words “I killed him”. Even though that is literally killing a part of Malcolm. Jessica knows it. I love that Jessica can see that Malcolm is lying. She’s not trying to convince herself that he’s innocent. She literally just accused him of murder. She’s scared. Because Malcolm just admitted to killing someone - his biggest fear - and it was a lie.

41:35 - Watching Bellamy Young’s facial expression as Jessica realizes that Ainsley killed Endicott is a thing of beauty. This woman needs an Emmy too. HELL, CAN WE GIVE THIS WHOLE EPISODE AN EMMY?!?!

42:00 - Poor Jessica. The guilt she must feel. She’s always thought that Malcolm was the one at risk of being a murderer. He’s a boy (they’re statistically more prone to violence than girls), he was older than Ainsley, he remembers terrible things, Malcolm had continued exposure to Martin throughout his childhood (Ainsley didn’t - I think?). But the child she neglected, the child she thought was safe, the child she thought remained free of Martin’s evil killed someone. It’s a plot-twist that just ripped Jessica’s heart into a million pieces.

42:30 - Yep. I promise you Malcolm has been psychoanalyzing Ainsley’s past behaviours since the moment she killed Endicott. He’s found traits common to serial killers and he’s terrified that she’ll become one if she remembers what it felt like to kill Endicott. He’s probably kicking himself for not noticing sooner. He’s probably questioning his ability as a profiler and as a big brother. AND the fact that MALCOLM has to protect Jessica AND Ainsley is heartbreaking. It’s way too big a burden. No wonder Malcolm’s mental health is on a downward spiral.

42:33 - This is the moment Jessica begins grieving for Ainsley. The fear, disbelief, and horror on her face. It’s torture that I can only describe as someone telling a mother that her daughter is dead. Because Ainsley is dead. The person Jessica believed Ainsley was - that little girl is dead. Because Jess just found out the truth.

42:55 - Jessica is now terrified of her own daughter. That is maybe the most upsetting thing this show has given us.

43:00 - I saw an interesting theory about how Ainsley is regressing back to her childhood (crawling into bed with Mom, moving back in with Mom) and I must say - that would be a really interesting way for this story to go. Ainsley regressing to a child-like state as she is convicted of murder. As a result she ends up in the women’s ward of Claremont because she can plead insanity.

This episode was amazing. Seriously, one of the best Prodigal Son episodes to date. Definitely the best of season 2 so far. If you’ve read this far - thanks for hanging out.

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me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but

okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.

disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years

in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck

when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show

now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it

that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big

now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;

I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion

now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff

this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun

anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened

god j*nerys happened

aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive™ and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN

and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah

this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no

(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)

I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo

there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I

there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried

tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*

so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #anonymous #ask post #anti-jonsa #anti jonsa #anti-jonerys #anti jonerys #both of them for equality

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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I've seen some people say tat Rubys speech was just edited short. We didn't hear the full speech. Just snippets and reactions. Hence it being so broken and disjointed. I could believe that, but then it just become a horrible directing decision. That moment needed to be heard and reacted to in full. Either she gave the worst speech or whoever in CRWBY made the call to edit it that was messed up.

I made a transcript!

Uh… hi. My name is Ruby Rose. I’m a huntress. And if we’ve done everything right then I’m talking to all of Remnant right now. Dr. Polendina can explain more later, but right now you all need to know that the kingdom of Atlas is under attack. Things are dire and we need help. But please, try not to panic. This isn’t some new enemy or invading kingdom. This is a force we’ve faced before. For centuries. Salem. The White Fang, Atlesian Drones, even the grimm themselves have all been controlled and manipulated by her in order to tear down the huntsmen academies.

[Cut to Penny as opposed to a citizen watching. Ruby’s speech continues, but this may indicate that we lost some info, especially given the non-sequitur of the next line]

I know the idea of the Maidens and Relics seems, well, crazy, but I promise Professor Goodwitch of Beacon and Headmaster Theodore of Shade can verify all of this. They might even be able to help organize a way to fight back! But, sadly, General Ironwood can no longer be trusted.

[Harriet cuts the feed and we see Watts hacking Penny. It’s impossible to know whether the next line picks up where we left off, or skipped more speech.]

We didn’t have time to prepare for Salem, but now you do! Just because she can’t be destroyed doesn’t mean she can’t be beaten. If she really was unstoppable she wouldn’t have acted with such caution until now! She knows we’re a threat! So even if we—even if Atlas falls, you can’t give up.

[Penny is hacked, but it doesn’t seem to interrupt the connection. She’s only gone for a second]

I hope Amity tower will bring us all together. Because in the end that’s how we’ll win!

[Feed ends]

On the one hand I think it’s possible that we missed parts because RWBY has done that in the past. For example, we still have no idea if Ironwood knows that the Lamp still has a question left/what really happened with Ozpin because we never got to see the conversation between him and Oscar. On the other hand, Pietro was emphasizing how short Ruby’s recording was. They don’t need to keep Amity going for long and this is already a fairly substantial speech. The only place I’d say it’s really likely we missed something is right before mentioning the Relics and Maidens - just because that line comes out of nowhere - but otherwise it all reads as one thought building off of the one that (presumably) came before it. So I think it’s both. We may have missed stuff and Ruby gave a reeeeaaally bad speech. Let’s look at the transcript once more, this time with notes:

Uh… hi. My name is Ruby Rose. I’m a huntress. And if we’ve done everything right then I’m talking to all of Remnant right now. Dr. Polendina can explain more later (He can? Since when?), but right now you all need to know that the kingdom of Atlas is under attack (How are you being attacked? What does this attack look like?) Things are dire and we need help (What kind of help, Ruby? You’re talking to “all of Remnant,” 95% of which can’t do anything proactive help you. Give the ones who can do something some guidance). But please, try not to panic. (You just told everyone the situation is “dire” and that the most powerful kingdom needs help. Telling people not to panic will just make them panic more). This isn’t some new enemy or invading kingdom. This is a force we’ve faced before (They have no idea what you’re talking about right now). For centuries. Salem. (That name means nothing and just got more confusing with “centuries.”). The White Fang, Atlesian Drones, even the grimm themselves have all been controlled and manipulated by her in order to tear down the huntsmen academies. (What person controls people, tech, and grimm? How do you control grimm? Why is she attacking academies? What is this girl talking about? And how is this Salem attacking Atlas now? You just named three distinct tools, so if we come help what should we expect? Grimm? Another hacked army? Are we fighting people?? Also, congratulations on ramping up the racial tensions. Dropping “White Fang” in there is going to cause a lot of people to turn on the faunus.)

I know the idea of the Maidens and Relics seems, well, crazy, but I promise Professor Goodwitch of Beacon and Headmaster Theodore of Shade can verify all of this (I sure hope we missed part of the speech because otherwise Ruby forgot to tell them what these things even are. Still love her saddling Glynda and Theodore with this insane responsibility. They won’t be able to go anywhere in public now. Seriously. The entire WORLD just heard they’re the two people who can explain/fix this.). They might even be able to help organize a way to fight back! (Ruby is ignoring Salem’s immortality, as usual.) But, sadly, General Ironwood can no longer be trusted. (No information there whatsoever. Just a blanket, ‘Don’t trust him’ without reason or evidence.)

We didn’t have time to prepare for Salem, but now you do! (Okay, let’s just get the fighters together and--) Just because she can’t be destroyed doesn’t mean she can’t be beaten. (WHAT? She can’t be destroyed?? Well what are we supposed to do then?) If she really was unstoppable she wouldn’t have acted with such caution until now! (Well then why aren’t you stopping her? You’re the one with all the information and the most powerful kingdom at your back. If you can’t stop this scary Salem person, who can? I’m a random civilian just trying not to get eaten by regular, non-controlled grimm. Unless you’ve got the Spirit Bomb hidden away and need my energy, what do you expect me to do?) She knows we’re a threat! So even if we—even if Atlas falls, you can’t give up. (A whole kingdom is going to fall? The most powerful kingdom that provides most of our tech? AHHHHH)

I hope Amity tower will bring us all together (What was Amity Tower again? Is that something I should know about?). Because in the end that’s how we’ll win! (.......right.)

If I had seen that recording I would have a LOT of questions. Starting with who the hell Ruby Rose is beyond a “huntress.” If the kingdom is in so much danger why is this teenager telling us about it? Am I going to believe, on her word alone, that I should cut ties with a world leader? Amass an army/prepare for an undefined threat against something that “can’t be destroyed”? Imagine for a moment, no matter where you live, that a random kid suddenly appeared on your computer screen and said the nearest country is currently falling to an indestructible someone named “Salem” and you should prepare for that... somehow. Would you take that seriously for even a second? No! I’d be worried about my security (how did she get on my laptop?) and then texting my friends like, “Lol that was wild. Do you think it’s true??” Then I’d hop on tumblr to watch the memes start. Anyone who does believe it - or better yet, gets proof of it happening - is going to be lost. Prepare how? Help how? Ruby told everyone the most panic-inducing information possible and her only advice was “Don’t panic.” Because she told everyone before figuring out how to beat Salem.

This is why telling the world about Salem was always an awful idea and this is why you don’t let the untrained 17 year old give a clearly unplanned speech to the ENTIRE WORLD rather than, idk, finding a hostage negotiator or something. At least then they’d know how to provide reassurance other than “Don’t panic.”

As a final note, is anyone going to be able to replay this? Was anyone recording? Imagine the chaos of not just the message itself, but a message everyone talks about via memory. Ruby just sent the whole world spiraling.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 8 #mymetas #Anonymous

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yeetussfetus · 3 years

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this is suppsoed to be for fun. to anyone who remembers, i proposed an idea for the CHEG to be a mysteriuos group that almost no one knew anything about it. well i will be explaning more in this one.

the story itself will be about a random ISB agent name Arus Dara whos a guy who needs some money and decided to use hiss knoledge for the Empire. in these first three logs, he will explain that his logs will be for himself, which will explain why he cusses in some parts. more info about him at the bottom.

words:1361

warnings: cussing, alcohol mention (idk if i made it obvious when its mentioned but just in case)

ENTRY LOG 1

This is an entry log by agent Arus Dara of the ISB, Empire. This is a personal log that is about my next mission, or, at least I hoped it would be my next mission, about the infamous group known as CHEG in the Empire. A little backstory on this particular group is that… well, almost nothing is known about them, besides the fact that it's so secretive and high up in the Empire that even the Emperor was a bit confused when he heard the name pop up, although that could be because he's hiding the fact that he's in it.

That doesn’t matter, though. The group in of itself hasn’t caused any issues for a while now, and that's probably the only reason why they haven’t tried to figure out who was in it. However, my boss, who is, by all means, the biggest bitch I’ve had to work with in the Empire so far, has requested that I look into the group. When I asked why, she didn’t specify, but she did tell me that I would get a promotion, which is extremely rare for someone like me, this young in their career.

Not only are the benefits great for the position she offered me, but I would only have to work for a couple more years before I could retire with that much money. It would be a great chance to get money for my mother. So, I did what any rational person would do, and I accepted.

Unfortunately the details were a lot more complicated than I thought. For starters, she's not the one who wanted me to find out about the group. It was someone way higher up. I was able to tell from the fact that, while their face was blurred along with their voice, they looked to be on a Star Destroyer. And a fancy office.

Well, the office itself wasn’t fancy, it was almost barren, but from the looks of it, the guy could afford whatever he wanted. He filled me in on what I was going to need to do: Figure out who's in the group, and report to him about my findings. Sounds about easy enough. And then it wasn’t.

There is a reason why almost nothing is known about the info on this group, and that’s probably because they are so good at hiding whatever dirty things they do. The only things I have is the name and possible candidates, all of them being high ranking officers.

I might have to request something to help me from my new… “boss”, if you want to call it that. For now, however, this will have to be it. Arus Dara, out.

ENTRY LOG 2

Well, that went better than expected. For the past few days I’ve been trying to find out who might be in the group, and it's been… terrible. Terrible trying to find out how to do this. Terrible trying to figure out how to even find these guys. It's unbelievable, I seriously don’t know how these guys even hide this much, social groups who the Emperor is in have more info then this. Is there someone who has a bigger role in the Empire then the fucking Emperor?

It’s just been… a few stressful past days. However, I think I have the solution. The other day, I got the balls to ask my “boss” to get an employee log. Surprisingly, he didn’t know what that was. I had to explain to him that it was just a system that said when a staff of the Empire got into work and when they left. It was mandatory for everyone, except a select few, and if he didn’t know about it, he must be really high up in the Empire. And extremely oblivious to what normal people have to do.

I really hope I’m not giving this info to someone who's a spoiled brat. I could never live with myself if that happened.

That doesn't matter right now. Basically I had to ask him to give one to me of people close to and the people themselves of that list I had talked about earlier. From the past 3 months, since that was after people tried to figure out who they were. I haven’t found much so far, but I’ll look through the list again.

…

So far I've got one person that I’m pretty sure is part of the CHEG, and his name is Agent Kallus. His entry's logs are all over the place, and considering what he does in his free time is never present, he's probably part of the group. One minute he’ll be out the door, the next hour he’ll do the same. I’ll have to visit his ISD soon.

Well, that’s out of the question, his ISD is the Chimera. Also known as the ISD where Grand Admiral Thrawn resides. Grand Admiral- either his reputation is messed up, or he doesn’t know how stupid his employees are. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I got my info, and it's time to take a visit to the ISD Chimera.

ENTRY LOG 3

Nobody ever told me that the ISD Chimera, a ship that has one of the scariest Admirals to date, would be so… batshit insane. For starters, a captain or commander there, whose name is _____ _____ is just- how has she not gotten fired? I’m not sure myself, but from what I witnessed, she must have Admirals luck on her back because I’ve never seen someone act like that. She wasn’t rude, she wasn’t cocky (well, maybe a little), but she was… bold. She did what she wanted without a care in the world.

When I asked about her to the other crew members, they told me, “Oh, that’s just _____, she's always like that.” I have no idea how a woman could have this rank in a ISD and also be this chaotic. Not only that, but she's as old as me, and that means that she probably has connections- somewhere.

Another person of interest is a (again, forgot if he was a captain or commander) guy named Eli Vanto. He's not insane like his counterpart, but he's… strange. I saw him get his coffee from the coffee machine, down it, before making another cup. He had a water bottle with him the second day I was here, and it didn’t smell like coffee. Sometimes I’m glad that I’m not part of an ISD crew.

And then, finally, Grand Admiral Thrawn himself. I only met him once, and that was a long lasting impression. He was speaking with another captain of a nearby ISD, and that captain was… I think Captain Ilian if I remember correctly. Anyway, he was way more cocky then ____, and he was saying something about moving ships to Coruscant without any explanation, and Grand Admiral Thrawn listened, but never spoke. When he asked if he was still there, he simply said, “Indeed. Continue.” He didn’t even falter.

The captain eventually just dropped the whole thing. I never expected an alien from the unknown regions to be this far up the chain, but I’m starting to see what got him here.

And then Agent Kallus. Agent Kallus isn’t even going to be here for a while apparently, he's somewhere on Coruscant with another ISB member. Colonel Yularen, which is also surprising. I’ve heard of Yularen before, and he’s not someone to be messed with if I remember correctly.

Oh, one more thing. When I told my “boss” (who has now asked to go by boss), he stood in silence and then asked if I was serious. When i presented my evidence, he started to believe me and told me to hold my position and wait for him to return, and then figure out where he was going. He was so serious. I mean, what is so special about this group? It’s almost like Vader's obsession with killing jedi. That captain or commander _____ was making that joke, by the way.

So, I guess that will have to be all. Goodbye.

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ok so Arus Dara is the son of a clone deserter who deserted early, like right after the geonosis incident. if you ask him he wont tell you why or how, simply stating that he doesn't like to talk about his father, which is understandable since he had to watch him die in front of him. his mother, a togruta, had to take care of him for the rest of his time with her. the reason why he needs money is because she has a disease that, while treatable, is extremely expensive. so he has to deal with that as well.

anyways the story is set more in the way of he speaks, and then what his datapad picks up will be put down so he can read them. its like a journal for himself. thats all for now, so ye. bye.

tagging: @danger-xylophones

#fics #grand admiral thrawn x reader #admiral thrawn x reader #eli vanto #eliiiiiiiiii #my bb thrawn

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lveclouds · 4 years

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shy (1)

pairing: (jungkook x you)

genre: fluff, just tooth rotting fluff, slightly cliche, (oh who am i kidding it’s very cliche) university/college au.

a/n: hi! so this is my first bts drabble! pls be patient with me, as i am not the best writer and this is my first time posting any kind of story on my blog. hope you guys like this, even if this will be v shitty. also this may have multiple parts i haven’t decided yet lol

*note: lowercase intended and the gif above is what he looks like in this drabble, minus the flashlight?)

word count: idk but definitely over 100? I think?

“just talk to him.” tessa, your best friend, would keep saying, nudging you in the side with her elbow. you’d refuse every time, no matter how much she got annoyed with you. “are you seriously just going to pine after him from afar like some kind of lovesick loser?” she’d asked one day during lunch, stabbing a salad leaf with her fork. “yup.” you replied,which earned an exasperated groan from tessa. “i swear, i am going to fucking lose my mind with you.” “you really need to just go up and talk to him. it’s not that hard.” it was easy for tessa. she was confident and outgoing and extremely beautiful, with her long, midnight black hair that fell in perfect waves down her back and stunning bright blue eyes that all the guys on campus would gush about. she was also extremely smart and artistic, all the things you wished you were. you were more of wallflower, always blending into the background as if you were a chameleon, busying yourself with assignments. you were extremely shy and tended to keep to yourself most of the time. you sat in the back of most of your classes and barely interact with anyone. you breezed through your day with little to no interactions. people thought you were a bit strange, but you didn’t mind. you’d always been the loner type, and the only friend you really had was tessa. college was boring, or, at least, nothing special, until he came into your life.

jeon jungkook. the quiet and shy boy who had transferred from busan a week into your second semester. you were taking a fine arts class, and the professor had asked him to sit next to you. already, half of the girls in your class were whispering and giggling about how attractive he was. and, while the high pitched giggles irked you, they weren’t wrong about him being insanely handsome. he looked as if he was carved by the gods themselves,with adonis like features. a strong jaw, black hair with blond highlights that seemed to be always falling into his eyes, sharp cheekbones, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, perfect eyebrows, and his lips were pink and always looked so kissable. in your opinion, his smile was the most devestating thing about him. the corners of his eyes would crinkle and with his somewhat endearing bunny like teeth, it was a sight that always made your heart flutter. looks aside, he was also extremely talented. jungkook had won your university multiple awards just from the drawings he’d submitted to the annual art exhibitions alone. he had also led your football team to the championship and won first place in the yearly talent show that your university held during the winter and fall. he had sung a cover of lee hi’s breathe, and it was the most beautiful rendition you’d ever heard. his voice was absolutely breathtaking, and every note he hit sent a shiver down your spine. jungkook was also one of the nicest guys on campus, always willing to help anyone out with an assignment or a project, or even give them workout tips if they needed any. he went to the gym nearly everyday, and it was evident in the way that the fabric of his shirts would cling to his toned arms, as if they were holding on for dear life. he had prominent veins in his neck and hands,which were thin and covered with tattoos. the tattoos made him even more attractive, if that was even possible.

you had a few classes with him and you usually spent them stealing casual glances in his direction and wondering how someone as gorgeous as him existed. you’d barely spoken a word to him, mostly because you knew that if you did, disaster would ensue. besides, someone like you wasn’t supposed to be talking to someone as beautiful as him. you were able to get through an entire day without having a single interaction with him, which is what you wanted. as long as i never talk to him and he knows i don’t exist, it’ll be ok. you’d think. until that fateful friday after arts class when he’d approached you in the hallway. “hey,sorry to bother you, but could i talk to you for a second?” he asked, and his oh god, his voice was deep yet soft and it made your heart race. “s-sure.” you managed, keeping your eyes on the gray carpeted floor underneath you, too shy to meet his gaze. you followed jungkook outside, muttering a thank you when he held the door open for you, quickly walking past him. you were now standing right of the fine arts building, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. the air outside was crisp and clean and there was a slight breeze that gently ruffled the trees, their leaves swaying peacefully.

“so, do you hate me?” “what?” your head practically snapped up at the sudden question, forgetting that you were talking to jeon jungkook, the guy you’d been secretly crushing on for a few months now. he looked almost sad, and you quickly shook away the thought. that’s impossible, you thought. “i don’t hate you, jungkook. why would you think that?” he shrugged. “i don’t know, i guess i just got the feeling that you hated me since you never talk to me and you purposely avoid me at all costs.” you winced. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” “so, why are you avoiding me then?” he pressed. you sighed. there was no point in trying to avoid the topic now. “i- i might’ve been t-too s-shy to talk to you.” “why?” you wanted to groan in frustration at how persistent he was being. “because i l-like you.” your heart was beating a mile minute at this point, and your face was probably as red as a tomato. you braced yourself, waiting for the rejection to come. what he said next nearly made your mouth drop open in shock. “i like you too.” “w-what? come again?”

“i like you.” jungkook declared, that gorgeous smile appearing on his face. “since when?” “since you sat next to me during art last semester.” you could feel your face turn an even darker shade of red. “are you sure i’m not dreaming or something? if this is a prank i will be very disappointed.” jungkook laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you had never seen something so beautiful. “i promise you this is all real.” you felt a smile spread onto your face. “so would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” “i’d love to.”

a/n: so this was part one! idk if there will be a part two or not, i haven’t decided yet. hope you guys enjoyed this. i am not too fond of my writing here but hopefully it’s tolerable lmao 😂 ily guys and let me know if you want a part two or not!

s/o to: @sweetheartjeongguk @jungkooksmoon @moonbeamjk @jksmoongf @artjjk @jjksangel @jjksthghs @guktual @gukwluv @jinsjjk @wthkook @jeonangels @jeonsdear @aikosjeon @gukscene @mercurygguk @sketchguk @lomlkook @ggukshii @gguksbby @gukkism @jeonsbun @utopiajeon @yoonseok (i know you’re not jungkook biased but your icon is kook so) @kookscrescent @kooksmos and all of my jungkook mutuals for being the cutest and sweetest people ever!!!

also special thanks to: @kendreys @honeylovecult for always being so supportive of me!! ily both so much 😘🥺😔💕!

#this was my attempt at writing #it sucks but i hope yall like it!!!#lmk if you want me to do more of these!#mine

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spikeymarshmallows · 4 years

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A friend linked me to this article, and I’m only a bit through, but here are some things people don’t realise about ADHD. Heck, I sure didn’t once!

Take hyperfocus, a common ADHD trait, for example. People can become so engrossed in an activity that interests them (like playing video games) for so many hours that they lose all sense of time. But because it isn’t included in the diagnosis manual and doesn’t fit the “attention deficit” stereotype, clinicians wrongfully use it to disqualify patients from an ADHD diagnosis.

--Yep. Was told by a psychiatrist that because I had a bachelors, and liked to write, I couldn’t have ADHD.

Another related feature of ADHD overlooked by the diagnosis manual is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD) where, as Price described it, “rejection becomes so debilitating you literally feel like you've been punched in the gut.”

--HAHAHAA. FUCK.

Hallowell even coined his own companion term: a phenomenon he calls “recognition sensitive euphoria.” In the same way that mild or merely perceived criticism and rejection can cause a person with ADHD to wilt, the smallest forms of encouragement and recognition do wonders to motivate them.

--YEP.

Another under-researched symptom, Matlen said, is sensitivities to sound, touch, light, smell, or taste, with a higher tendency to be overwhelmed by sensory stimulation.

-- God. YEP. I wish it weren’t the case. Better still is I’ve become worse with age. FML.

It feeds into the myth that kids with ADHD are a result of bad parenting with disruptive behavior that’d be quelled through discipline. But actually, evidence suggests that punitive parenting can make the symptoms of ADHD worse.

--My parents were insanely strict. This... This is a Whole Story.

There’s no shortage of ambitious, successful people diagnosed with ADHD. But the general public doubts the legitimacy or seriousness of their disorder more, precisely because of their achievements.

--“How can you have gotten a bachelors and MA with ADHD? Impossible!” How? A fuckload of panicked assignments and a good amount of crying.

“ADHD is not caused by the world today. The world today has just created a situation where people with ADHD cannot cope,” said Quinn. It's true that technology has led to a modern life with more distraction, information, demands for multi-tasking, and higher academic and professional pressures than ever before.

--Technology is the best and worst thing in the world

Their symptoms don’t visibly disrupt theirs or others' lives enough, until a change in lifestyle gives them more responsibilities that trigger the ADHD or make it more apparent.

--Oh fuck me, I’m feeling really seen rn... I’ve wondered why it has gotten progressively more obvious and have had my theories... This was among them.

They find strategies, jobs, environments, the right partners, and create circumstances to help mask their ADHD. But there's usually an eventual breakdown, typically brought on by significant changes to lifestyle demands.

--HAHAHAHA FUCK.

What Hallowell hopes his patients understand is that, yes, living with ADHD can be hard. But the brain trait can also influence resilient, resourceful, curious, creative, intuitive, innovative, outside-the-box thinkers who are at the top of their field and represented across all areas of interest.

What hinders people with ADHD most is a world that’s ill-prepared to help their best qualities flourish, both in school and the workplace.

What you want to learn is how to maximize the blessing and minimize the curse,” said Hallowell.

How to maximise the blessing and minimise the curse:

A support system to provide encouragement and affirmation

Identifying your talents and a job that caters to them

Positive, stable emotional connections, especially with partners who complement your ADHD

A creative outlet, even if it’s just a hobby

--IDK GUYS. I JUST FEEL SUPER SEEN RN.

#adhd #overshare hour with spikey

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makeste · 5 years

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some asks about BnHA 241 and 240 and then some random other asks

I agree with this completely, anon (especially given his attitude throughout the rest of the chapter), but I didn’t edit my initial response since I think there’s a good likelihood that he still deadpanned the line despite being 100% sincere. one could say he was Accidentally Sarcastic. anyways yeah, Todoroki Shouto is a disaster more at 11.

(but also, he’s totally right and Bakugou is in full-blown denial over their blossoming friendship. because he already decided that they’re Not Friends, and thus he has to actively work to maintain that status now. which Todoroki is making very difficult these days! can you fucking do your part to keep the fucking rivalry going, Icy-Hot?? can you at least try?? why does he have to do all the work. sometimes he forgets for a moment and Todo catches him off guard and he responds normally without thinking and doesn’t realize it until later, and god. why is everything and everyone so stupid.)

I have not forgotten (though I did mix up Pixie-Bob with Mandalay though woop)! and that annoyed me too. we only have like six female pros out there as it is. why do half of them (looking at you too, Midnight) have to be mildly sex-crazed. I know it’s not serious and they’re not actually being serious, but still, is it really asking so much to get some female pros whose eccentricities are less specifically tailored to common male fantasies. you’re a fucking hero Pixie-Bob! you’re a fucking earthbender and you’re hot as heck. why are you so worried about not being able to Get A Man. with Mt. Lady it at least fits more with her general personality from what we’ve seen, I guess. anyways, y’all know I love like 98% of this series, but this is part of the 2%, so. it is what it is.

Tomura is Endgame Thanos, a.k.a. the most sinister and most genuinely frightening of the Thanoses. this really isn’t on track to end well sob.

ah, my bad. (regardless, it was still dramatic af.)

I think she’s a six-year-old (?? she seems six-ish, idk) girl who was terrified of her father and trying to stay under his radar (which was frankly the smart thing to do based on what we’ve seen), and was trying to teach her younger brother how to do the same, and I don’t blame her at all for throwing Tenko under the bus (if that’s indeed what happened); I’m sure she just panicked and didn’t mean it. she’s just a kid. -- was just a kid. anyways she was super cute and would have made a fucking awesome hero, and her death is easily the one I’m still the most raw about out of that whole fucking nightmare. I’m not getting over that. I want her to still be alive; at one point I was convinced of a conspiracy theory that AFO had secretly spared her too (because two Shimura heirs to manipulate are better than one), and Tomura only believed that she was dead due to his fragmented memories. but that seems less likely post-chapter 236.

so yeah, I’m still very upset about this. she was good and kind and loved her brother and had a lot of spirit and she did not even remotely deserve what happened to her.

thank you so much!! one of the best parts of fandom is interacting with other people and reading everyone’s different takes and theories. lord knows I miss a lot of stuff when I read, even when I’m trying very hard to pay attention. so I love when other people point stuff out and bring up ideas I hadn’t thought about.

also! without exception, every single person I’ve ever interacted with in this fandom on tumblr has been polite and courteous and civil as fuck, even on the occasions when we disagree, and I absolutely can’t take credit for that. people are just cool. so thank you everyone. (and particular shoutout to @thequietmanno1, who for some reason I can’t tag, but whom this ask is almost certainly referring to specifically.)

lmao anon this made my fucking day. thank you!!

all right, here goes!

a) this is possible for sure in that as a rule, I never put anything past AFO, and I don’t doubt for a second he’d be capable of this. but, it would kind of suck though. specifically it would suck for Tomura, who’s only just starting to come into his own at long last, and who has gone through quite a lot to get to this point. like, that would be devastating to see him reduced to a literal puppet after all of that. and if it did happen, I don’t know what the odds would be of him actually being “saved” after that (All Might at least would try, but I can’t see anyone else being concerned enough to bother. well except for the rest of the League, come to think of it. that could be interesting), and I’d be really sad if that ended up being how he went out. these things usually don’t end up working out too well for the body snatchee.

plus, this also hinges on whether or not AFO is capable of transferring his quirk to Tomura’s body. if not, there’s no way he’d take the tradeoff, regardless of how powerful Tomura’s own quirk has become at this point. that would just be a really bad deal. like trading the cow for beans, except these ones aren’t even magic beans, just like. normal beans. but if he does have a way of transferring the AFO quirk, then yeah. although he could take anyone’s body then if that was the case, and I can think of a few targets who just might be even more tempting than his protege. All Might’s protege, for one. ...you know what, this line of thinking is starting to get a little too horrifying so let’s move on to the other theory lol.

(b) a few people have mentioned the Shimura Momo theory to me, but to be totally honest, I can’t see much of a logical basis for it other than them bearing a slight resemblance and having similar hairstyles. Inko has also been brought up as potentially being related to Nana for the same reasons. it’d be cool, no doubt, but for me, I need more evidence than just that. I just don’t see how this would advance the plot or the characters’ storylines in any meaningful way. I guess it could potentially tie Momo in more to the central plot, but it’d be kind of a weird way to do it, idk.

then again I’m one to talk, because until fairly recently I was on board with Hagakure of all people turning out to be a Shimura (Hana, to be specific). she’s the traitor, she’s invisible, we never did find out what Hana’s quirk was, and this would mean that Hana was still alive this whole time which would be GREAT, because seriously fuck you Horikoshi!! but yeah that doesn’t seem likely now either. dammit.

anyway, so I’ll just say that both of these theories are possible, but for me personally, in order to be sold on a specific theory I need to be able to see how it logically fits within the storyline and how it moves the story forward. like, Dabi being Todoroki Touya is something I’m 100% on board with, because that’s an established mystery in the series (who is Touya, what happened to him, who is Dabi, etc.), and Dabi fits into place with the evidence we have, and it gives us a lot of Todoroki drama and gives Endeavor and Shouto a personal connection to the Leagu... Pliff. but for something like the Momo theory, I would need there to be some indication that there’s a third sibling we don’t know about, and some hinting about there being more to Momo’s past than we know, and right now I don’t see either of those things, so it’s hard to get on board. hopefully that makes sense.

anon I really like that you phrased this as an inevitability lol. (and I am 100% on board.)

assuming this happens at the very end of the series, I like to think Tomura and the rest of his gang will manage to “escape” the heroes (“oh no... Tomura... he’s getting away... this is awful... somebody stop him” meanwhile no one is making even the slightest effort to move lol), at which point they will live the rest of their lives happily ever after as Lovable Outlaws and All-Around Scamps. like, maybe they’ll still commit some crimes, but they won’t be like serious crimes or anything. they’ll have more of a Guardians of the Galaxy vibe, maybe. I want them to be happy and I don’t want them to go to jail even though they’re teeeeeeeechnically murderers, I GUESS (look, nobody’s perfect!!). but maybe they steal the occasional priceless artifact and inadvertently wind up saving the world. seems like the best compromise.

lol I don’t know what this means either. like in the way a Youtuber has their own brand?? or like Frito-Lays. idk all I really do is talk a lot about an extremely popular manga, so I don’t think that’d really count?? I’m fine with this just being a little tumblr discussion blog haha.

so I’ve gotten like a half dozen asks and messages about this lol. (someone actually told me a very specific detail about said past! so just to remind everyone, I’m spoiler-free on Vigilantes right now guys, I’m sorry. I know it’s no fun.) I regret to admit that I still have not yet gotten around to it. I don’t know what it is, but I’m having a lot of trouble reading new stuff right now. I tried to start the other new BnHA spin-off which @temperatezone told me about (and btw no I did not know about it, so thank you!!) (and also! BnHA has THREE SEPARATE FUCKING SPIN-OFFS right now, how fucking crazy is that. like, I don’t want to accuse a manga series of literally trying to take over the world, but!! seriously that’s just insane), which has an amazing premise, but I haven’t had time/been in the right mindset to start that yet either. it sucks. I’m sorry. I’m working on it. ;;

press f to pay respects to what could have been, guys. they literally had it all. class, an ironic acronym, you name it. and now it’s just PLF. the Iron Patriot of villain organization names.

#bnha #bnha 241 #bnha 240 #shigaraki tomura #all for one #yaoyorozu momo #shimura hana #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bnha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks

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sheneversaid · 5 years

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Father Taylor

Summary: You and Roger get very friendly in a church confessional

Warnings: Pure unadulterated smut that I’m not ashamed of, idk if there’s a priest kink but there now is, oral sex, unprotected sex, public sex, dirty talk, domination if you blink.

Author’s note: Again so this was low-key inspired by this drabble done by @rogerscupboard it had been running through my head for a while and holy lord did I need to get it out of my head before I exploded. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic ;)

You entered into the church, pushing back the heavy, wooden door. It’s Sunday, long after Mass has ended and quite a while since anyone has come to seek forgiveness for their sins. You felt an eerie silence had washed over you the second you stepped inside the church, like it would usual when it was empty, You raised an eyebrow quizzically as you spot the young man you came here to meet, Roger Taylor - leaning casually against one of the pews, his back to you as he stares intently at the stain glass windows in front of him.

You cleared your throat to get his attention and he smirked knowingly as he turns to face you. “Can I help you with something, my child?” he asks - his tone and facial expression so serious it made you laugh.

“Roger, what am I doing here?“ You asked him seriously, tilting your head to one side. "Why did you ask me to meet you in a church of all places?”

Roger furrows his brow in mock confusion.“You mean why did you ask me to meet you here of all places, Father Taylor.” You rolled your eyes at him – breaking into a grin as you noticed the long, thick crucifix hanging from his neck.

“I’m not calling you that,” you tell him. Roger pouts sullenly, giving you those gorgeous blue puppy eyes that you couldn’t resist. You sighed at him in response, giving in. “Fine, what am I doing here, Father Taylor?”

“That’s better,” he tells you with a wry smile.“Now tell me, have you been saying your prayers, young lady?“

"Roger,” you laugh, “I-.”

“I know you’ve been down on your knees a lot lately,” he interrupts, his face deadly serious, “but it hasn’t been to pray, now has it?”

"Roger!” You laughed, your face going slightly red as you hit him playfully in the stomach. “You’re terrible!" He raises a finger, silencing you with a scowl.

“Father Taylor!” he corrects you. “And I’m as pious and upstanding as they come. You on the other hand, young lady, haven’t been so good. I think you need to step into the confessional with me and tell me all about what a naughty little sinner you’ve been…”

“Yeah, that’ll happen,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you cover your mouth to fights off a chuckle. “How long have you been waiting here?” You asked, curiously.

"About an hour, maybe two,“ he admits, "I had some nuns here with me earlier to keep me amused but since they left it’s been awfully lonely waiting on you all by my lonesome self.”

“Nuns?” You questioned, not believing him for a second but wondering where he was going with this. “You had nuns here with you, huh?”

“I did indeed,” he informs her, “Sister May and Sister Mercury were here with me before they ran off to go see the girls at Biba. At least that’s what they told me - the two of them probably ran off to Freddie’s house to snog or something. The two of them looked well gear in their nun outfits though, it’s a shame you missed it really. It certainly was a sight to see. They had on the whole get up, habits, crosses hanging round there necks, the whole nine yards.”

“Oh, really?”

“Ay,” he smiles, beginning to play with the cross hanging from his own neck absentmindedly, “s'true." You stifled a giggle as he smirks and pushed himself off the pew, stepping forward and closing in the last few inches between them - knotting his hands together behind your back after wrapping them around your waist. "But it’s just you and Father Taylor here now, love, and it’s time to confess your sins… and maybe commit a few new ones while you’re at it!” He brings a hand up to his forehead and quickly blesses himself before holding his hands together in a mockery of prayer. “Oh, bless me heavenly father,” he says, “for I am about to sin!”

“You’re a kinky bastard, Roger Taylor,” you tell him, “you do know that, right?”

Roger laughs as he pulled you in closer. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, love.”

"Isn’t being a pervert a bad thing?” You asked, grabbing his collar, pulling him close - feeling his breath on your face, that alone drove you crazy.

“It’s a bad thing for you,” he saucily replies, smiling devilishly and licking his lips as he does so.

“Oh, is it now, Father Taylot?” You asked, finally beginning to play along with the game - much to Roger’s delight.

"Yes, it is,“ he says, his voice low and thick. "Very bad. Father Taylor is going to make you see stars, my love.”

It’s hot in the confessional booth. It always is - air restricted and unable to flow properly. Usually, it’s not so bad if there’s only one body, but the panting of two distinct forms, their heat twining and mingling, raises the temperature until sweat beads their skin, slicking their hair to their foreheads. Bruised mouths meet again and again, wet and desperate and searching, tongues tangling, and one of them moans. It was you, your hands fisting into light strands of sort, blonde hair and pulling, your legs falling open in shameless, silent invitation.

Roger tears his lips from yours. "How much do you want me to kiss you again?“ he breaths seductively as he places a hand on the back of your thigh. "Tell me."

You take his face roughly in your hands, tugging lightly on the boy’s hair blonde once more. "So much.”

“And how much do you want me to touch you?” He purrs, moving his hand further up your shaking leg.

"Oh, God, Roger so much,“ you manage to choke out. You drop your hands from his face and gradually lets them wander south. Roger moans at the delicate touch and kisses you forcefully. You two topple backwards, closing in the last few inches of room and hitting the back of the confessional with a bang. You groan as your back hits the wall and your hair falls forward onto your face. Roger grins and brushes it away from your eyes.

"Alright, beautiful?” He asks. You break into a smile as he grinds up against you and presses a trail of urgent kisses from your earlobe down the base of your neck. You groan and bends your knees, allowing Roger to settle between your legs. He pecks you on the lips, before diving back in for a passionate, sloppier kiss. He pulls away quickly, a thread of saliva connecting their mouths. “And how much do you want me to shag you?” he asks, his voice so low and thick with arousal that you thinks it could drive you insane.

“Too much,” you whisper. “Too bloody much, Roger.”

“Call me Father Taylor!” he urges, kissing you again.

“No!” You chuckle, between kisses.

“Yes!” he demands before sticking his tongue down your throat - effectively winning the argument in his mind. He’d been planning this for a while now if he was being honest with himself. Lying awake in bed at night - achingly hard at just the idea of getting a girl to do this with him - shagging somewhere so naughty. He’d never been fond of church and always loathed when his parents would drag him along to Sunday mass as a boy, but if the church could be this fun all the time, he thought, he’d be here every fucking Sunday - the most devout son of a bitch you’d ever bloody met. His breath hitches as you lean in towards him, rubbing your knee against his cock which is already starting to fill out and harden.

“Been fucking dreaming of this,” he whispers, but even that seems unnaturally loud in the stillness of the church.“Wanna lick your cunt so badly. You gonna let me? Gonna let me lick you dry, then fuck you in the middle of the church?” Your response is little more than a whimper as you place a hand on him, feeling the short, rapid rise-and-fall of his chest as he pants for breath he cannot fully get. Thoughts of how wrong this must be swirling around your head but then your eyes stare into his, seeing how they have darkened, pupils blowing wide from arousal and, fuck, you don’t think you had ever seen such perfection. Your lust quickly wins over, ending the moral battle raging in your head as you pull the boy’s shirt off and drops to your knees.

Roger’s arousal is evident as you mouth at his erection through his tight jeans. The fingers in your hair grip tighter, tugging, and a soft curse is uttered into the burning air. You listen to it, wondering how he can create such beautiful blasphemy, your fingers are eager as they undo the button and zipper of the man’s pants, dragging them down along with his underwear until you can lick at the hot, hard length of the cock that bobs at your face.

He groans your name, his hips rising, and you shush him gently. You lick at Roger’s cock again, tasting the burst of pre-cum, and then sucks the tip past your lips, enveloping it in the burning heat of your mouth. You slide forward easily, your throat relaxing, and swallows Roger down completely, moaning and digging your fingertips into the hips that buck desperately, trying to get closer. You suck in deep breaths, inhaling greedily. Roger is young, over-eager, his body raging with hormones that make him thrash and buck, uttering short, sharp phrases as his control almost completely shatters. He grabs a fistful of your hair – lightly tugging your back.

“A priest can only take so much before he blows his load and unless you want Father Taylor to christen the back of your throat with his cum I suggest you let me have a turn getting you off, eh?” You snort at him, a mix of amusement and arousal in your voice as you tell him to shut up. He pushes you down onto the bench, his pants still around his ankles as he kneels down between your legs.

“What are your sins, my child?” he asks his voice deep and wrecked, rougher than usual. You scoff at his remark but he knows how it affects you, he can tell by your hitched breathing and the way you leans into him. You are getting nearly as into it as he is at this point. “Come on, tell me,” he insists between rabid breaths as he reaches under your skirt, pushing your underwear out of his way as he coils his fingers beneath the waistband.

“I have lusted, Father,” you moan, finally playing along as a finger slips into you, spreading your legs for him in the dark, hot, cramped confessional.

“What else?” he asks, desperate and yearning to know because even though he knows your ‘sins’, he still desires to hear them voiced.

“I lust after a man,” you whimpers loudly, as Roger brings your legs up, grabbing behind your knees and placing them atop his shoulders, either side of his face. He brings a hand up, rubbing your breast through your blouse as he uses his other hand to finger you. Leaning back, you spread yourself open further for him when he sinks in with two fingers, leaning forward, lifting the skirt and flicking his tongue between your legs. Your whines are high in your throat as he tongues your clit, your head thumping against the wall of the booth. “He is older than me, and a priest; a man of the cloth and God. I lust after him still. I desire to feel his lips on my cunt, his dick inside my body. I dream of him and wake up sweaty and wet. I touch myself and imagine it’s him doing it to me,“ You surprised yourself by getting into Roger’s little role-playing game, stunned at how much it has begun to turn you on - knowing it’s doing the exact same to him.

Roger growls low in his throat, twisting his fingers inside you. He brings his other hand between your thighs too, rubbing your clit teasingly just so he can watch how his girl falls apart, crying out for him and shouting blasphemous curses until he is forced to stick his fingers in your mouth, letting you bite down on them to muffle the sound. You can taste yourself on his hand as he uses the other to fuck you – allowing you to rock back and forth on his fingers. Your eyes fall half closed, your body trembling and delirious from pleasure as you beg without words, still holding up one leg while the other falls down over Roger’s back.

“These are grave sins, child,” Roger rasps, pressing in with three fingers as you attempt to arch your hips to force him in deeper. You are so needy, so desperate for it, and Roger cannot bear to deny you or himself any longer, his dick almost painfully hard at this point. He pulls back, ignoring your cries of protest as he drags you to your feet and then lifts you effortlessly and holds you up against the wall. You brace yourself up, one foot on the bench and the other leg draped over Roger’s shoulder in a show of flexibility that makes him groan against soft, supple lips, claiming him with fierce passion as he sinks into the more than welcoming body.

“Fuck, God, Oh God,” you moans, your entire body shuddering and your hands clawing down the young drummer’s back, lines of pain that make the boy throw his head back and bare his teeth in a snarl before he dips forward for another claiming kiss, rocking up into you and swallowing down his sounds in an attempt to keep him quiet. It is late, and no one should be coming into the church at this hour, but you can never be too careful. Roger is brutal with his thrusts, fucking you into a stupor up against the wall of the confessional. The two of you have to fight hard to be quiet, each of you forcing your lips against the others when one of you gets too loud.

In the back of his brain, Roger wonders if he should stop. Maybe he shouldn’t have even let it get this far? But he can’t stop it now, not really, it feels too fucking good. The thrill of a good, hard fuck is enough but doing it somewhere he could get caught and in a church no less? In his depraved mind, this is just too hot and he quickly dismisses any thoughts of guilt due to the overwhelming urge to get off. Who the fuck needs heaven? He thinks when this is so much better. He loves every minute of it, thrusting up into you in a euphoric daze, giving you all he has.

Roger makes a small choking sound that catches in the back of his throat, almost forgetting how to breathe as he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, forcing you roughly against the wall of the booth with his hips. This is wrong, so wrong, you think, you need to end this now, but when you open your mouth to tell Roger to stop, something entirely different comes out.

“Please! F-fuck, Roger, please! Don’t stop, God, please don’t stop!” Roger’s mouth falls open but no sound comes out, too strung-out and dazed as he feels you furiously sliding up and down his length, hot tightness completely enveloping him. Roger throws his head back and hisses.

“Fuck, so fucking-” he begins, but the rest of the sentence is lost in a groan as he continues to rock his lips against yours. The moans that escape from your lips echo loudly in the empty church as Roger picks up his pace- neither really bothering to be quiet anymore as the booth begins to creak and you knots your fingers around the crucifix hanging around Roger’s neck for leverage.

"Roger, Roger please, God, please, Roger,” you chants, the name calling like a prayer from your lips as you thrust your hips desperately against the man in question.

The church was empty when the two of you got in, Roger was sure of it, but you two are both overcome with a mild panic when you think you hear soft footsteps outside the confessional door. There wasn’t exactly a lock that the two of you could have turned to keep people out and you both knew anyone could walk in on the two of you in the lewd act – the idea made things even hotter but the reality would be mortifying. You both quickly dismiss the footsteps as your imaginations being both too scared and horny to believe otherwise as you continued – albeit much more quietly than before. You continue like that until you cums beneath him, gasping his name as your nails run down his back and the pleasure sears through you like fire. This is enough to send Roger over the edge, pounding you into the confessional wall until he can’t take it and his body spasms against hers - as he cums deep inside you in quick, short bursts.

You two take a few moments to just stand there in the hot booth, clinging to one another’s sweaty, half-dressed bodies - both finally satisfied as the two of you begin reflecting on what you’d just done - panting and attempting to catch your breaths before you kiss once more, smooth down their clothes and exit the booth. Once you get out into the cooler air of the church, Roger lets out a soft huff and grins at you, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. You arch an eyebrow and smiles back at him, your own eyes gentle and warm. Roger buttons up his shirt as he walks over to the pool of holy water by the entrance of the church and splashes it onto his face, washing away the sweat he’d just worked up as you laugh at him and shakes your head semi-disapproving and yet still half amused at your boyfriend’s antics.

He retakes your hand and leads you outside into the cool night, he noticed it had gotten much darker outside since he’d entered the church earlier. He wraps an arm around your waist and lights himself a post-shag cigarette. You make it all the way to gates of the church’s graveyard, hand in hand before you hear the screaming from behind you.

“You devils!" The two of you turn around with matching shocked expressions on your faces to see the priest who had run after you, only to stop halfway and notice his pants had fallen down due to improper re-buttoning.

Roger bursts out laughing at the sight, almost choking on a deep drag from his cigarette as you cover your face to hide your cheeks turning a violent shade of red. “Guess we didn’t imagine those footsteps after all, eh?” he laughs, “Dirty old git is just as bad as we are!”

He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you gently on the forehead and murmuring softly to you. “So are you free around the same time next Sunday, love?”

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ohalemalia · 6 years

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Daily Dose - Part 12 (S.M. Imagine) ((Finale))

Pairing: Scott McCall x Sick! Reader Warnings: none idk A\N: that’s all folks ))): this is the end of DD. Thank u for three months of love on this fic. I can’t believe I actually finished a piece of writing that was more than three parts, that’s insane to me. Again, thanks for everything. Imma still be writing on here ofc. In the middle of writing this i came up with a Stiles fic idea so we’ll seeeeee :~) Word Count: 2917

SCOTT’S POV

“Is it supposed to take this long?”

“I mean she’s not bleeding black, right? That’s a good sign.”

“She also hasn’t opened her eyes in 46 hours, so…”

“You’re not helping, Stiles.”

“I’m not helping? Why don’t you tap into those banshee powers and tell us what’s going on?”

“Yeah, sorry, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Guys,” Scott pulled his hands away from his mouth to look at his friends, “Please. Neither of you is helping to be honest.”

Lydia and Stiles both deflated in their seats and mumbled apologies. Scott placed his clasped hands back over his mouth and continued staring down the hallway where Y/N’s room was. His mom had told them that since Y/N had been in so much pain, they basically loaded her up with sedatives. She assured Scott that she was fine, just taking a long needed rest and the doctors were doing some tests to see how she was doing. It was hard to see how her body was reacting to the bite since she was basically lying as stiff as a board.

The whole thing was nerve-wracking.

So Scott had been sitting here for as long as the hospital would let him. He was here when visiting hours opened and there when they closed. He let sat at Y/N’s bedside and read her books since she couldn’t read them herself. He brought food to eat, even if it was just him eating by himself. He told her about school and their friends and how Kira wished her well. He kissed her forehead, told her he loved her and that he couldn’t wait until she opened her eyes again.

But he had been waiting a long time.

Scott spotted Melissa coming down the hallway and stood up to meet her.

Melissa held her hands up as if Scott would barrel right past her to Y/N’s room.

“We don’t know yet, the results are going to take a couple hours to get back to us,” Melissa looked at the three teens who each looked like they got varying degrees of sleep within the last two days, “You guys should get some sleep. You look wrecked.”

Scott shook his head, “I slept in the chair, I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah, beauty sleep?” Lydia made a dismissive motion with her hand, “Who needs that? Or, you know, the eight hours of sleep it takes to perform basic human functions.”

At the exact moment she said, Stiles had reached for his cup of coffee. His hand accidentally knocked the paper cup over instead and hot coffee poured down the side of the table and pooled on the hospital floor. Stiles looked up.

“Sorry…”

Melissa sighed, “There are paper towels in the bathroom.”

Stiles bounced up and headed toward the blue doors leading to the bathroom. Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose.

“You guys can leave if you want,” Scott told her. She shook her head.

“We’re not just here for you, Y/N was our friend too.”

“Is.”

“Huh?” Lydia asked.

“Y/N is your friend too? You said was like she….”

“Oh,” Lydia immediately looked uncomfortable, “That’s what I meant. Is. She is our friend.”

Melissa placed a hand on Scott’s arm, “Do you want to go see her?”

The room looked the same as when he left it, no surprise there. A book was resting open and face down on the bedside table. Scott frowned, he knew that Y/N hated that. It ruins the spine, he could hear her saying.

He picked the book up, closed it and set it back down on the pile of books Y/N owned.

“Hey, I was reading that.”

Scott froze in his spot. He turned around to face and saw Y/N peering at him. When their eyes met, she gave him a small smile.

Scott’s body nearly collapsed as he took her in. “Y/N,” he said, breathless.

“Well, I’m definitely not your mom,” Y/N smiled, quoting one of the first things she ever said to him. Scott, overrun with the emotion in the room, ran over and engulfed her in a hug. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him. He buried his face into the crook of his neck. Y/N heard sniffling, and with an ache in her heart, she realized he was crying.

“Hey,” She cooed, smoothing the hair on his head, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

Scott held her tighter, afraid that if he let her go, she’d really be gone this time. Y/N placed her lips to the top of his head and kissed it gently. She kept petting his head until her hand drifted down to rub his back. She let him cry. Scott hardly ever got the chance to, this was probably the second time (but who counts these things) she had seen tears fall from his eyes. She felt the shoulder of her hospital gown becoming wet, but she didn’t care. All that matter was that she was okay and Scott was here.

When he got it out of his system, Scott pulled away, keeping his head bowed down. Y/N took her thumbs and used them to wipe the tears off his cheeks. He gave her the smallest smile. She smiled back at him.

“How are you? How do you...feel?”

Y/N nodded, “Better, actually. If you can believe it.”

“Yeah, I actually can,” Scott wet his lips.

“I need to tell you something--”

“Did you get my letter?”

The two looked at each other and laughed, having talked at the same time.

“Yeah, I did, Lydia gave it to me.”

Y/N nodded, “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to be here for the aftermath. Which is probably a really shitty thing to do, you know? Tell you I love you and then disappear off the face of the earth.”

“It’s okay, I don’t care,” Scott intertwined their fingers together, “You’re here, so I’m guessing that it worked.”

Y/N leaned back to give Scott a look, “What worked?”

Scott opened his mouth but found himself without the right words to say. He clamped his mouth shut and thought for a moment. “Y/N, I just want you to listen--”

“I am, Scott.”

“No, close your eyes and really listen.”

Y/N gave him a quizzical look, but with a sigh did what he said anyway.

“Tell me what you hear.”

Y/N’s POV

Keys jingled. A stretcher’s wheels raced down the linoleum floor. A nurse tried not to hack as she emptied a bedpan. Two nurses gossiped about the patient in room 304.

“He’s not gonna make it.”

Someone cried. Someone banged their fist against the vending machine. There was typing on a keyboard. A phone rang. A door closed. A beep. Another beep. Another beep. Someone laughed. There was another beep. It was constant. Another one joined in. And another. Another. Until they were all beeping at different times, different pitches. It rang the middle of my eardrums and pierced my brain. It had to stop. Who was doing that? Stop. Stop.

“Stop!” My hands were pressed at the sides of my head, trying to keep the noise out.

“Y/N! Hey!” Scott pulled my hands away from my head and looked at me, his eyes glowing red. The noise seemed to dull down to a dull hum. There was a quieter thump, thump, thump. A heartbeat. Mine?

I shook my head, “I can hear everything. Why can I hear everything? Am I dead?”

Scott shook his head, “You’re not dead.”

For some reason, my palms were burning. I looked down at our hands and saw that mine were balled tightly into fists. Scott’s hands were wrapped around my own. There was something red pooling in the palms of my hands. I pried my hands open to find them bleeding. I screamed. Instead of my nails being there, there were dark, long, pointed claws.

I jerked quickly away from Scott, but he held me in place.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay.”

“What’s happening to me?! What is this?!” I inspected my hands, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

“Y/N, baby, listen--”

I pushed myself away from him and got off the bed. I needed to get to the bathroom. I forgot about the IV in my arm and I paid for it dearly. I yelped in pain as the IV was yanked out. Scott tried to help me, but I brushed him off.

I ran into the bathroom, flicked on the light and stood in front of the mirror. I screamed. Again.

My features had become sharp and angular. I didn’t have eyebrows. The skin where my eyebrows were supposed to be, was instead a lot closer to my glowing yellow eyes, making it look like I was angry. Hair grew out of my cheeks. The bridge of my nose was wide and flat. My canines were razor sharp and poised to kill.

Scott stood behind me, a soft look in his eyes. I could hear it again, the /thump, thump, thump. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and the tempo was off. It wasn’t my heart I heard, it was Scott.

There was something in the air. Something that smelled hot and sour. It smelled like the feeling you have right when you have to get up in front of the class to give a presentation. It’s the feeling when you’re sitting in a roller coaster, waiting for it to take off and questioning if you should’ve gotten on in the first place. The feeling when the teacher is handing your test back and you’re waiting to see your grade. The feeling...of anxiety.

Since when did anxiety smell?

“I’m…I’m…”

“You’re alive,” Scott said firmly, “You’re changed. But you’re alive.”

I didn’t know what to say. My hand reached up to touch the tuft of hair on my cheek.

“This isn’t permanent,” Scott reassured me, “You just freaked out a little, it’s all new and different but...but I can teach you how to control it. I learned, Liam learned, Malia. And you’re one of the strongest people I know, Y/N, and I know it’s going to be rough but...you can do it. And I’ve got you.”

I looked at the palms of my hands. Right before my eyes, the wounds from my...claws, started to close up. The skin was pink and puckered and then second by second, any evidence of the injury was gone. Like it never happened. I watched the wound from my IV do the same thing.

“I...did I…” I turned to look at Scott, “I healed myself. My body, it healed itself.”

It was amazing being on the opposite side of the spectrum. Seriously. I was so used to my body adamantly fighting against me, I’d never seen it take the nurturing side and fix itself. I was overcome with...glee. I laughed. And I kept laughing. Scott looked as if he was nervous I would have a psychotic break. I threw my head back at laughed. Take that lupus! Jokes on you! I threw my arms around Scott’s neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m cured,” I told him, “You cured me, Scott. You healed me.”

Scott shook his head, “No, Y/N, you said it before. You healed yourself.”

Seven Months Later~

“I’m so nervous,” I smoothed my skirt down and looked over the living room again, “That pillow isn’t fluffed enough.”

“Why are you so nervous?” Scott asked me as he picked up the pillow and fluffed it more for me, “They’re your parents.”

“I know,” I ran my hands along my thighs, “But I haven’t seen them in, what, a year? And things are different now. A lot different.”

“They’re still your parents and they’re not going to care if the pillow is flat, they’re just going to be really happy to see you.”

I stopped my anxious rampage to pause and smile at my boyfriend. I walked over, grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Scott’s eyes fluttered open as I pulled away.

He gave me a crooked grin and laughed, “What was that for?”

“For always knowing just what to say,” I smiled, took the pillow away from him and sat it on the couch next to him. I turned around to do a quick check of the living room.

“Okay. Fresh flowers, hors-d'oeuvres, vacuumed and they should be here in--” I checked my phone, “Four minutes, geez, did we get everything?”

“Yes,” Scott sounded exasperated but as loving as he could. He stood up, walked over to me and placed his hands on my arms, “Yes, everything is perfect. It’s going to be great.”

I nodded, “Heads up, my dad is really, you know, he might give you a hard time--”

“I know.”

“Because you’re my boyfriend and he’s got that macho man “Grr, no one is good enough for my little girl” mentality--”

“I know.”

“And he might threaten you with some sort of public display of strength, like an arm wrestling competition. Or maybe he’ll ask what your goals and ambitions are.”

“Good thing I have goals and ambitions then, right?”

I smiled, “But my mom absolutely adores you. I mean, my dad does too, she told me. But he’s going to try to put on this whole show.”

Scott smiled, “That’s totally fine.”

I tilted my head at him, “You are so cool, calm and collected, how do you do it?”

Scott shrugged, “It comes with the Alpha status I guess.”

“Well, I definitely need to borrow some of that.” I grinned up at him and leaned up to press my lips to his again. Just as Scott’s lips were brushing against my own, I heard a car door slam from outside the door.

“Baby, can you pop the trunk, I’ve got to grab the bags out of the back?”

“Of course. Oh my god, the house is just as beautiful as I remember it, aw.”

“And I’m sure our daughter will be too, speaking of which, where is that kiddo?”

“Probably inside, I’ll call her right now.”

“They’re here!” I broke away from Scott, ran over to the front door and yanked it open. My mom was walking up the path, her phone to her ear while my dad wrestled bags out of the trunk. As soon as she saw me, a bright smile broke out on her face. Before either of us could say anything, I ran down the path and launched myself into her arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around me, the smell of perfume was nearly suffocating at this proximity, but I didn’t care.

I pulled away and saw my dad standing next to us. He had bags in his hands and I nearly knocked him over as I tackled him into a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re home.”

“You look amazing, oh my god,” My mom wiped tears away from eyes, “I’m sorry, it’s just, the last time I saw you, you were in that hospital bed.”

“Your hair was longer too,” My dad glanced up at Scott who was making his way down the path toward us, “And you didn’t have a boyfriend, either.”

I looked back at Scott and wrapped my arm around his waist, “Yeah, a lot has changed since the last time you saw me. But it’s not...bad. Not at all.”

Scott and I smiled at each other. I turned to look at my parents, “I made dinner, let’s get you guys settled in and eat?”

“That would be great,” My mom placed her arm around me, “We picked up some souvenirs for you. And you have to tell us everything we missed.”

“Scott, is it?” I could hear my dad ask Scott.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you help me with these bags? Huh? You look pretty strong.”

I rolled my eyes, but Scott happily agreed to help my dad.

“Listen,” My dad’s voice was low, so I assumed he didn’t anyone else to hear what he was about to say to Scott. This only piqued my interest more and I couldn’t stop myself from eavesdropping. I mean, having heightened hearing didn’t help either. “If you tell anyone I said this, I’ll probably deny it. But I wanted to say...thank you. Thank you for looking out for her.”

I smiled, a warmth filling my heart.

“Of course, sir,” Scott replied, “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I mean it. I’m glad you were around for her, even when I wasn’t. You’re good in my books.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I stopped eavesdropping to turn to my mom and give her my full attention. I gestured to the door, “Do the honors, Mom.”

My mom turned the knob on the door and walked inside, I could hear her marveling at everything inside. My dad followed behind, lugging their suitcases. I turned around and Scott was standing right behind me, like always, with me every step of the way. I grabbed his hand that was free and we stepped inside my new house, my new life, together.

He was right. Everything was perfect right now. And even if it all came crashing down tomorrow, it didn’t matter. Because I knew that I could always count on my daily dose of Scott McCall to make things better.

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mvssmallow · 5 years

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CWAC: Chapter 29 Part I (temporary re-upload)

Cloudy With A Chance

Chapter 29 Part I: …of airplanes.

Masterlist

Day 0

“You what?”

“I need to go to Japan.”

He stares at Hanbin’s back, waiting waiting waiting for the next reaction with a racing heartbeat in his throat.

“It’s three days till Christmas.”

“I know.” He says with a tired sigh. “They want to meet a producer over there. It’s the last time he’s free before he goes on hiatus with his family for a month. They want to get a lock on him before I start on the album.”

Hanbin stops cleaning his desk and turns around to face him. “When do you leave?”

“Now. Today.” He says, even more exhausted at the thought of having to pack for the airport. “Jin booked our flights already. The cars coming over in half an hour.”

Hanbin nods then and half shrugs. “Yeah okay.”

He’s a little taken aback, unsure what he was expecting but some part of him thought (hoped) that his absence would be more upsetting. He didn’t want to make them sad and miserable but there are times where he just craves some kind of evidence that he’s important in Hanbin’s life.

“So you’re okay with this right?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s your job now.” Hanbin moves past him to open their drawers and rummage for the passports kept there. “Which backpack do you want to take with you?”

He feels oddly blindsided by everything that’s happened this afternoon. The sudden phone call. The impromptu flight. Hanbin’s blasé response. His internal dissatisfaction.

“Jiwon? Which one?”

“Um, the blue one.”

A blue camo print backpack is thrown on the bed and his passport is tucked into the front pocket. He watches as their wardrobe doors slide open and Hanbin pauses to survey all the pre-ironed t-shirts just hanging there.

“Do you want me to help you pack?”

No, I want you to miss me when I leave.

He can’t say that out loud so instead, he settles for: “Yeah, if you’re not doing anything.”

Hanbin scoffs. “What else would I be doing right now?”

They pack with quiet efficiency. Well, he watches Hanbin pack with quiet efficiency, the tense stillness only punctuated by Hanbin’s short questions and his own single word answers. It makes him want to yell really loudly or say something stupid.

But the hour’s almost up. The car will be here soon.

“Wait a minute.” He’s checking the contents of the backpack with a frown, pushing phone chargers and socks out of the way but still not finding the thing he wants. “Where’s your Snoopy t-shirt?”

Hanbin looks at him with confusion. “Snoopy? That shirt is so old. Don’t you want one of your newer-”

“No.” He shakes his head, suddenly pissed off for some reason. “I need that one.”

It comes out harsher than he wanted it to but if picking a fight is the only way he’s going to get Hanbin to react then he’ll play dirty for once.

But Hanbin just goes and looks for the damm t-shirt without saying anything. It drives him insane and he can’t really remember a time he was this frustrated about Hanbin’s selective mutism.

“Here.” A soft and greying t-shirt is held out towards him. “Are you going to wear it out? It’s so old. It’s seriously getting holes in the sleeves.”

He takes it and tucks safely into his backpack. “No. I’m not going to wear it out. I just want to take it with me.”

“Okay.” Hanbin says slowly, eyes suddenly piercing into the side of his face like they always do when they’re trying to read his mind.

The phone in his his pocket starts buzzing and ringing then. Great timing as always. The car is downstairs to pick him up.

“I gotta go.”

Hanbin walks him to the front door and watches him put on his jacket and tie up his shoelaces.

“So umm, I guess I’ll see you when I get back?” He says, prepared and resigned to leave with just a brief kiss. Who knows how affectionate Hanbin is feeling right now.

“Message me when you land? And when you go to sleep.” Hanbin instructs, his voice shaky and watery for a split second. “And when you’re packing again too, so you don’t forget anything.”

He cracks the first smile of the day. “Yeah, I’ll just message you everything okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Then he sees it; the slumped shoulders, the downcast eyes that never meet his and the subtle frown pulling at the corners of Hanbin’s mouth. He can feel fingers playing with the straps of his backpack, even though there’s nothing to fix or adjust.

Well, finally.

“Come here.” He says softly, pulling at Hanbin’s t-shirt and relieved when there’s no resistance at all. Just a sigh.

He’s going to write a song about this one day. He knows it. This exact feeling whenever he pulls Hanbin’s slightly smaller body into his, the initial thrill of butterflies followed by the deep warm ache that comes from something so good, so unbelievable, so comforting, so his.

“Gonna miss me?” He asks. Fuck subtlety, he needs to hear the words sometimes.

There’s a nod against his chest that makes him want to laugh. Typical Hanbin.

“Say it baby. I wanna hear it.”

“Jiwon….” Hanbin whines.

“Baby..” He echoes with another laugh. “You’re gonna make me late if you don’t say it. I’m not leaving till you do.”

There’s more protesting and he can feel the outlines of Hanbin’s face as it tries to bury itself further into his chest. “Illmissyou.”

“What was that?”

Hanbin looks up at him then, all big doe eyes, long eyeslashes and static in his hair. “I’ll miss you.”

“You better.” He says with a relieved grin.

They don’t kiss for half as long as he wanted them to but it’s long enough for the phone to buzz in his pocket again.

“Ahh shit. I really have to go.”

Hanbin’s clinging onto him now, he can feel the slight panic and desperation in the way those fingers dig into his arm. He wonders if it’s wrong to want Hanbin to be like this all the time. It probably makes him a sadist or something but truthfully, nobody has ever needed him before and it’d be nice if that happened at least once in his life.

“Okay, well. I’ll message you when-”

“-I love you.”

It is so quiet against his own voice but he still hears it loud and clear.

Does he stop breathing? For a second? Or a minute. One of those. He’s not sure which one. The backpack is dropped to the ground and he holds that beautifully nervous face in his hands for so long that his phone buzzes in his pocket for a third time and he has the fleeting though that his Beatbox team should just go to Japan without him.

“Fuck, Hanbin.” He says in hushed disbelief. “Why did you have to say it right now? Worst timing ever. Shit, how am I supposed to leave?”

There’s the most sheepish of shrugs that makes Hanbin look even smaller. Maybe small enough to fit into his backpack.

“I really need to go but fuck, I’m gonna miss you so much. You have no idea. I haven’t even left and I miss you already. Wanna come with me? Please come with me?”

Hanbin laughs at his dramatics before leaning up to kiss him in that infuriatingly slow and sweet way that satisfies every empty part of his soul.

“Mmmmlove you.” He murmurs against those soft lips.

“I know.” Hanbin says with a smile before pushing him away gently. “Go to work. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He doesn’t bother hiding his sigh as he picks up his backpack. Every step outside their apartment door is harder than the one before it. He looks at Hanbin leaning against the doorframe in that old disneyland t-shirt, his hair is a mess, cheek flushed and there’s some kind of wistful bittersweet look on his face.

He loves him more than he loves his entire life.

It’s a crazy thought that he’d only read about or seen in movies, believing for all these years that they were unrealistic, impossible and overdramatic….until now.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” He shouts from down the corridor.

“Can’t anyway. My stupid is going to Japan!” Hanbin shouts back.

****

It’s weird.

Too many years spent on a diet of Linklater movies, Murakami books and songs about longing has got him expecting something that never comes. He expected to feel some big gaping hole when Jiwon left for the airport but he doesn’t.

Of course he misses him. He misses him a lot.

But that hollow melancholy that he felt when they broke up isn’t there. Which is good he supposes, he doesn’t want that feeling back. Ever.

It doesn’t really feel like Jiwon went anywhere though. He’s been gone for barely 20 minutes before the first of the texts come. It makes him smile like an idiot.

[did we pack snoopy?xj]

[Yeah we did. He’s in there. Don’t worry. hx]

He thought it’d end there until Jiwon lands in Japan but there’s another buzz of his phone after a few minutes.

[did we pack my passport?]

[YES omg]

[did we pack the killr bees]

[Yes. We packed everything you wanted. Stop asking me. Lol.]

[im bored.]

[Its been like 20 minutes.]

[Yeah I kno. Then we have to wt at the airprt]

[Your life is so hard. Poor baby.]

[Haha am I your baby now?]

[Idk, I have to check with my boyfriend]

[Wts he like]

[Better than you]

[wll thats rude]

[Talk to me when you have a record deal]

[its ok, gt my own bf. hes not as good as u tho]

[You can’t even pretend in texts?]

[haha nope. Can’t pretend like ur not the best]

[You need to get out more]

[nah, got u now. im nevr leavng]

It’s just a few words, full of typos, but it still makes his stomach drop.

[But what should we do about my boyfriend?]

[idk get a biggr bed haha]

[JIWON]

[WHAT]

[!!!]

[im kiddin! you gotta be crazy if u think im gonna share you]

[hey we’re here, hve to go. talk later.]

[love you baby xj]

[Have a safe flight. Love you too.xhx]

The smile doesn’t leave his face. Not for the entire time he makes dinner for himself. It’s only when he sits down at their table that he feels it, the hollow emptiness of the chair next to him, the off-balanced quietness of the apartment, the way there’s only one plate on the table. He looks at his phone but the screen is still black. He can’t even send a message, Jiwon would be in the middle of his flight.

The rest of the night isn’t much better. Even when he knows Jiwon has landed, there’s no texts. Maybe he was just busy.

He cleans up alone. Showers alone. Gets into an empty bed alone. And there’s still no message.

[Hey I’m going to bed now. Hope you’re okay over there. xh]

He doesn’t really sleep though. He can hear the traffic outside his window and it was always weirdly comforting to him, something to do with the mundaness of life continuing on regardless of how bad his day is. But it’s not working tonight, maybe it was only comforting listening to that sound when he had Jiwon’s warm body next to him.

It’s 1:30am when his dark room lights up from a text on his phone.

[are u still awake]

[Yeah?]

He expects another text marathon but Jiwon ends up calling.

“Hi baby.” Jiwon’s voice sounds rough, exhausted and muffled, like half of his face is against a pillow. “You okay to talk?”

“Yeah.” He’s not sure why it makes him sad that Jiwon has to even ask.

“Sorry I didn’t message or call. Jin got pissed that I was on the phone so much and just took it. He wanted to pack all this stuff into our schedule before Christmas. We just got back from this dinner with a bunch of Japanese rappers. I’m never drinking again.”

He laughs to cover up his paranoia. “Yeah? Did you have a good time?”

Jiwon groans in pain. “I think there should be an age limit on alcohol.”

“There is.”

“It should be like, 30.”

He laughs for real this time. “What happened? Did you do something stupid?”

“No!”

“Didn’t dislocate any jaws today?”

“No, I did not.” Jiwon says bitterly. “We just did a few shots. I’m gonna be so hungover tomorrow and that’s when we’re meeting Doc.”

His ears perk up at that and a shiver runs down his spine. “Who?”

“Doc McKinney. That’s the producer they want to get for my album. Which isn’t even half written by the way, I don’t get why they’re-”

“Wait. Doc McKinney? The american producer?”

“Yeah? You know him?”

“YES.”

“Tablo met him at some company event last month. Thank god he can speak English. They think it’ll be good promo to have a big shot producer on my album but why the hell would he want to work with a no name?” Jiwon laughs then. “Imagine what’s going on in his head. From the Weeknd to me. What a joke.”

“It’s not a joke.” He says firmly. “You’re good on your own but if you got him on your debut Jiwon….that would be crazy.”

“Yeah I know. I’m not gonna put much into it though. We got Tablo, that’s enough.”

Out of the two of them, he doesn’t know how he ended up being the more ambitious one when all the talent was with Jiwon.

“Still try though, right? You never know where it’ll go. It’s always good to make some contacts in the music business. He might be handy when you get into the US market.”

Jiwon snorts down the phone line. “US market? Are you tripping? I’m not even in the Korean market.”

“You should aim high.” He says, smiling at the dark ceiling. “You have the talent and personality for it.”

“I love talking to you. My ego grows like three sizes bigger every time.”

“Good.”

“Hey you know what else grows three sizes bigger?”

He groans at Jiwon’s lame line. “Seriously? That’s how you’re going to change the topic?”

“Yep. That’s how I’m gonna do it.” Jiwon says, words getting more and more slurred. “What are you wearing?”

“Wait. Do you have your own room?”

There’s a bark of laughter down the line. “Yeah, I do. I’m not that much of freak Hanbin. I’m not you.”

He goes red, even though nobody can see him. “I have never done it in a room full of other people! What are you talking about?!”

“I mean, you like it when you think you might get caught.”

He stays silent, trying to think of an answer that doesn’t self-sabotage or reveal any of his other kinks.

“Am I right?” Jiwon asks with a chuckle. “I am, aren’t I? You are so loud. Remember that time in the carpark? I get so hard whenever I think about it.”

Of course he remembers that night. He remembers it so vividly that he can still smell the sweat on Jiwon’s skin, the hunger in his eyes and the way he always comes with that deep growl.

“Baby? You still there?”

His hand was already wandering down between his legs. “Yeah, I’m still here. I’m just….”

“…thinking about it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. What are you wearing?”

“Puppy pyjamas?”

Jiwon groans. “Why do you have to be so fucking cute at a time like this?!”

“You asked! What are you wearing?”

“Snoopy.”

He laughs. “Well, why do you have to be so fucking cute too?”

“Snoopy smells like you.”

His hand stops in its track. His stomach does that nervous flip again.

“Jiwon….”

“Yeah yeah, I know. I’m supposed to be nasty and talk about how much I want to fuck you right now. But here I am telling you that I took your stupid t-shirt to Japan just so I can pretend I’m sleeping with you. Fuck!” Jiwon laughs at his own ridiculousness. “I can’t even do phone sex right.”

He waits until his breathing sounds normal again. “I….really want to fly over there. Like, right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Miss me?”

“Yeah, I really do. It sucks being in this bed without you.”

“Well, it sucks being in another country without you. God, how lame are we? It hasn’t even been 24 hours.” Jiwon says in exhaustion before yawning. “My body is so confused right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t know if it’s awake or asleep. I’m half hard but half not. I really need to come but I’m too tired. And I miss you, so I’m sad, but I’m talking to you right now, so I’m kinda not.”

“You’re a mess.” He says with a chuckle, wanting to reach through the phone line to pull Jiwon into their bed. “What you need is sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

“I can’t sleep though! My dick is waiting for me to do something.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know? Do it with me?”

He kicks his blankets off and throws the puppy pyjamas on the ground. He knew this was coming. “Take your pants off. And Snoopy too.”

“….Okay.”

He waits for the rustling on the other end to stop before talking again.

“I want to hear you touching yourself. Can you do that? I want to hear all those noises you make.”

“Fuck…..you sound so hot talking like this.” Jiwon says. “I’m so hard right now.”

“Good. What are you thinking about?”

“What your mouth feels like. I wish it was here with me.”

“Just my mouth?” He laughs. ‘What would you do with the rest of me?”

There’s a soft muffled sound, like Jiwon was rolling over in bed. “Mmm, no. I wanna hear what you wanna do.”

He’s stroking himself with a faster rhythm now and as much as the words always make him cringe, he’s so turned on and out of his mind that it’s like someone else just took over.

“I kind of…..want you to fuck me backstage after one of your shows.”

There’s a deep moan through the phone’s static. “Keep going, babe.”

“Sometimes I watch you on stage and you’re so sweaty and aggressive. I always wanted to pull you behind the curtains and lick all that sweat off you.”

“Mmmhmm. Then what?”

“Then you’d push me on the ground and I’d complain that my knees hurt. But you wouldn’t care. You’d hold my jaw and make me open my mouth just so you can fuck into it until I’m gagging and begging you to stop.”

“Keep going keep going….I’m so close…”

His hand is so wet now and he can hear Jiwon’s erratic breathing through the phone.

“I wouldn’t want you to stop though. I want it to hurt. I want to taste you when you cum in my mouth and when you’re done, I want you to fuck me and fill me up so much that it drips down my legs…”

There’s a strained ‘fuck!’ through the phone line followed by that familiar raspy growl and whispers of his name. His own head is full of flashbacks of that night in the carpark, he remembers Jiwon’s eyes as he pushed in, so deep and slow that the stretch made him want to scream. It was an overwhelming mix of desperation, aggression and possession. It’s that memory that makes him close his eyes now and cum all over his hand with a drawn out moan.

There’s a few seconds of silence where all he can hear is their breathing but suddenly Jiwon starts laughing.

“What?!”

“Nothing nothing. I was just thinking of how much trouble you’re gonna be in when I come home.”

He smiles in the darkness, sweaty and aching everywhere. How the hell are they going to handle three days apart?

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The Best Bachelor In Paradise Recap Youll Ever Read: Week 3, Night 1 Betches

Welcome back to Bachelor in Paradise! The show that keeps on giving leaves us shackled to our couches for 4-6 hours a week. When last we left off, Chris was interrupted in the middle of comparing living, breathing women to courses in a meal by Tia who, hopefully, came armed to this conversation with a shoe so she can beat him to death with it. I’m rooting for you, Tia!

TIA: You told me that I deserve the best. CHRIS: You do. TIA: But you made out with Krystal. CHRIS: I did. But I’ll fight for you. TIA:

Okay, see this is what’s wrong with modern dating right here. They keep talking in circles around each other and Chris might as well be speaking in Pig Latin for all the sense he’s making rn. Tia is pissed because Chris told her he would commit to her, meanwhile Chris is saying that he did mention commitment to her but will actually do the opposite. But, hey, at least he said the word commitment! That’s got to count for something, Tia!

Jesus. This talk is making me want to call my internet company and abandon the sh*tty internet plan that makes it possible for me stream this abomination on clear, cloudless days only. Tia keeps saying Chris’s argument doesn’t make sense—and it doesn’t—but what really doesn’t make sense is how either of these women can fight over him while he’s wearing that fugly bandanna.

HOW.

Moving on. Oh, that poor parrot needs to stay far away from Kendall. Next time we see it it will be on her wall.

Tia thinks that because Colton warned her about Chris, Colton is in love with her. It’s flimsy evidence at best, but her crazy ass will take anything she can get.

HAHA. Tia yelping “help” after realizing she’s insane is me in the mirror every morning.

Jacqueline and her monotone voice emerge from behind a palm tree. Idk why, but there’s something v unnerving about Jacqueline to me. I think it has something to do with the full set of baby teeth hiding in that tiny mouth of hers.

Bibi’s like “she doesn’t smell like Paradise yet. I’m screwed.” Bibi, this girl has the personality of a mechanical pencil. I think you’ll be fine, girl.

Jacqueline pulls Colton aside as Tia is literally in the middle of professing her love to him again. Lol this should be good.

JACQUELINE: Can I steal you for a second, Colton? TIA:

WHAT. Colton turns Jackie down?? First of all, you can do that? Second of all, he can’t say no to a date! What does he think he’s here for? To sip on his Mike’s Hard and work on his tan? Absolutely not. You’re never going to lose your virginity with an attitude like that, Colton!

Colton tells Tia that he’s still into her but he doesn’t want to, like, do anything about it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to stick my head in an oven. Are you effing kidding me with this, ABC? Honestly, this Colton/Tia thing has gone on far too long. I’ve had enough. Someone murder them both already. For f*ck’s sake.

Jackie picks Kenny for the date because one of the producers lost a bet and had to make this happen. That’s the only way these two on a date makes sense. I’ll be shocked if they find anything to talk about. Fingers crossed the producers don’t have to resort to poking them with sticks to generate any sort of human emotion!

KENNY: You’re pretentious, aren’t you? JACKIE:

Clearly this love story was written in the stars. Good luck, kids!

Back at the beach, Annaliese is patiently waiting for Kenny to get back from his date. She’s like “I have to find love get a rose tonight. I. have. to.” Damn, this girl did not come to play. She immediately pulls Kenny aside to show him the pink goo she picked out for dessert.

OH MY GOD DID ANNALIESE JUST SAY SHE WANTS TO OPEN HER SEXUAL DOOR TO HIM? Does she mean, like, her back door? Is that what she’s trying to say? I’m confused.

Okay, Venmo John is killing it this season. Who would have thought a man with a decent job and a 401K would be more of a hot commodity than a former pro athlete? No, seriously. Who.

Meanwhile, Chris and Krystal are heating up. It’s disgusting. He’s like “I really appreciated you having my back when I was trying to dump my side chick. That was hot.” Krystal, is this what you’ve been dreaming about your whole life? Because if so, then I’m so glad you found your knight in shining armor!

Okay, Bibiana is a goddamn therapist at this point. She should honestly be charging by the hour for the amount of time and effort she’s putting into getting these losers to express basic human emotion.

COLTON: So my only choices are to date Tia or go home? Guess I’m going hom— BIBIANA: B*tch, what did we just talk about?

Damn. Tia really wore Colton down. Colton decides he wants to give their relationship a chance and Tia actually screams in ecstasy. It’s v disturbing.

Also, Tia all you ever wanted was for him to “give it an honest chance.” No, that’s not true. You wanted to bully him into dating you. And it worked. Congratulations, you sociopath. (And can I DM you for tips?)

Moving on to the rose ceremony. I never thought we’d get here. I’m genuinely worried Bibi is going home, though. And what will her patients cast mates do without her saving their boyfriends in rose ceremonies when they’re mad at them? Hmm?

MY GOD. What is Jordan wearing on his body rn? It’s like a vest/pant combo made out of the vacation section at a Goodwill.

So. Much. Fashion. 🌹🌹🌹 cocktail party paradise edition #bachelorinsider #bts #bachelorinparadise 🌊🌴🦀🥂

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Elsewhere, Caroline has Venmo John cornered on a couch listing off her demands for the rose ceremony.

CAROLINE: I just hate this campaigning for roses. I’m not that kind of girl. NARRATOR: She absolutely was that kind of girl.

Then there’s Jubilee, A WAR VETERAN, who’s reduced herself to handing out back rubs for a rose. Is this really a back rub or is she actually using a tactic they teach in the army to get the enemy to submit? She could have some real tricks hidden under that crop top.

Lol David is over here trying to give Bibi a pep talk. He’s like “Kenny said he’s into you. He said you have a good booty.” What a strong foundation to build a relationship on! It’s worked out so well for the Kardashians.

WHAT. Kenny and Bibi start making out and I AM HERE FOR IT. Never mind that Kenny all of the sudden has half of Paradise vying for his attention. SAVE OUR GIRL, KENNY. I beg of you.

Jackie grabs Kenny next and is like “I hope you’ll still give me a chance now that I just turned 27. I read an article in the New York Times that says I’m past my prime now.”

ME:

Um, this man is the father of a 12-year-old college graduate, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t give a sh*t if you’re old enough to pay for your own health insurance now.

Meanwhile, David pulls Jenna aside and gives her a giant-ass stuffed animal for her birthday. Omg. It’s literally a washed-up street dog. What was that, like, the only available thing in the prop room?

Jordan is piiissseddd. He starts dragging the dog down the beach AND THROWS IT INTO THE OCEAN. That is actually so f*cked up. I mean have I done the same thing to my ex-boyfriend’s beloved Kurt Cobain T-shirt after he dumped me in the middle of a beer pong game freshman year? Yes. That’s neither here nor there.

Jordan is losing it and starts going OFF on Chelsea and Jubilee. And it’s, like, Jordan, you can’t start yelling insults at women to their faces. This isn’t MTV.

ANNALIESE: I would not be with a man who speaks to me that way. Nope. JORDAN: Will you accept this rose? ANNALIESE: Omg I would be honored. JORDAN: Sike!

Eric confronts Jordan and tells him he needs to apologize to all the ladies or else. Damn. I forgot how attractive Eric is. There’s just something about a man treating women like actual human beings instead of just props for their next Instagram post that’s so… sexy. I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic like that!

@ericbigger, better, badder! 📸:@ericbigger

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Eric is the perfect man. I rest my case.

Chris Harrison hauls ass and shows up at the rose ceremony before any other drunken fights can break out. F*cking finally, Chris! The rose ceremony goes as such:

Jordan picks Jenna, who can barely open her eyes with all of that glue holding her eyelashes on. It’s possible she doesn’t even know Jordan is the one who picked her. Who can say.

David picks Chelsea.

Kevin picks Astrid.

Chris picks Krystal. God help her.

John picks Jubilee.

Joe picks Kendall.

Colton picks Tia. Vomit.

Eric picks Angela.

Kenny picks Annaliese. WAIT WHAT. HOW. OVER BIBIANA. How f*cking dare you.

And on that note, I’m out y’all. I have to go try and not have nightmares about Jordan chasing people in the rain. BYE.

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