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[babyjakes]

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event | jan ‘23 blurb night

summary | you will learn to take cock; it's the doctor's orders.

pairing | mean!dark!doctor!ransom drysdale x lloyd's little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd's little!reader), doctor!ransom is mean, dark, cruel, sick, and we love him for it <33, dub/noncon, medfet elements: exam table, restraints, gloves, vaginal dilators, stretching (reader is initially very tight), pain kink, crying, mocking/degradation, humiliation, praise, one forced orgasm, implied forced p in v sex :^), formatting looks silly bc went over the character count

word count | 1,488

requested by anon | Hey hey, what about a mean!doctor ransom with those vaginal dilators? He has a couple that gradually get larger in both length and thickness. Since he knows reader has such a small hole, he works those dilators one at a time to get her stretched and used to the size so he can pound into her later or at a later date. He’s a sadistic little shit too, enjoying whenever reader is moaning or whimpering in pain, telling him to ease up or take it out. Yet, he responds with something like “Awww, but we got to get you nice and stretched for my cock. You can take it, can’t you? Cmon…Be a good little fuck toy.” Maybe after a bit of begging, he shows the reader some mercy by rubbing her clit as he works the next size into her. Once he gets her through the size closest to his *coughs* hard as fuck cock *coughs*, he’d probably fuck her right then and there. Who knows….. I feel like he’d definitely take pleasure in watching her grow anxious though as he fastens the straps tightly, puts his gloves on, lays out the dilators and anything else he needs or wants, cuts off her clothes/underwear with a knife, that jazz. I wonder if he would explain what he would be doing to her or would he rather choose not to inform reader what torture procedure they’re gonna be enduring. Just a thought :)

an | oooh thanks for this wonderful idea friend! i hope it's okay that i took it and tweaked it a little bit!! i just love the idea of ran doing this to lloyd's baby, those two assholes work so perfectly together in my mind <3

dr. hugh ransom drysdale is such a fucking menace.

and that's precisely what lloyd loves so much about him. he's nearly as sadistic and cruel as the mustached maniac himself, which makes him the naturally perfect fit when lloyd's girl ends up having a little problem... down there.

he drops you off at the younger man's office, wide-eyed and trembling as you sign in at the receptionist's desk. no one accompanies you back to your room, and it takes everything in you not to turn and run when dr. drysdale himself appears in the doorway, pumping sanitizer onto his hands as he closes the door behind him. no nurse accompanying him, it's just the two of you in the claustrophobic exam room. "ms. y/n," he greets, rubbing the foam between his hands as he takes a seat on his stool, motioning for you to get up on the table.

your eyes never leave him as you climb up, trying to use the pathetic patient's gown as best you can to cover yourself as you sit at the edge of the table. ransom chuckles at your bashfulness, rolling over and yanking off the flimsy garment before you can even think to stop him. "we won't be needing that, sweetheart. now be a good girl and lie back for me."

he's rough when handling you to guide you further toward the edge of the padded surface. when he reaches for your legs to put them up in the stirrups, your first tears begin to fall. "aw, poor thing. look at you- such big, frightened eyes. don't cry, baby. 'm i gonna have to strap you down?" his voice is so mocking in tone, you pass a small glare his way. "lloyd said you can get pretty defiant when trying to fit things up there, let's see..." he finds the right set of restrains in one of the drawers below the table, beginning to secure you in place as your soft protests start.

your poor heart rate's elevated as you lie tied and spread in such a vulnerable manner; staring up at the ceiling, you try to get your breathing under control. "now sweetheart, did your daddy tell you what we'd be doing today? he go over the procedures i'll need to perform?"

cheeks burning in humiliation, you look over at the grinning doctor as he starts to pull on a pair of black exam gloves. "it's okay, little girl. no need to be embarrassed. your daddy brought you here because he can't fuck you, right? he can't fit his cock up your tight little pussy?" you wince at his profanities, but he doesn't mind. "well," his voice trails off as he snaps on his second glove, tightening them both before focusing on the unopened box waiting for him on his instrument tray, "lucky for you, i know exactly how to help poor little girls who can't fit anything up their tiny little fuckholes."

from your spot, you strain to see what he removes from the packaging. when you realize it's a set of black rubber cylinders with rounded ends, ranging in size from just an inch wide and a few inches long to... god knows how long or wide, completely massive, your breath hitches in your throat. seeing your panic, ransom chuckles. "don't worry, baby. we'll start small. gotta work you up to the bigger ones, get you nice and ready for your daddy's big dick."

as you cry and tremble silently to yourself, he positions himself between your spread legs, grabbing a small bottle of lubricant and spreading some over the tip of one of the smaller instruments. "know you're not warmed up yet, sweetheart. bet you're still dry and scared- that's okay. this should help." once he has enough of the clear goo applied to the rubber, he turns to the intimate spot between your legs. "poor little girl," he repeats as he brings a thumb up to run over your folds, his sick mind of course finding great pleasure in the sight of you jerking away from his touch.

he brings the tip of the dilator up to rub over your hole a few times before slowly pushing it in, surprised at how tight you actually are. "jesus," he breathes, "he wasn't kidding when he said you can't even take a finger, hmm?"

"p-please," you beg as your head twists and turns desperately, "t-too big, hurts- please!"

"shhh, you can take it," ransom fights you, working the tool back and forth gradually until he has the entire thing fit inside your sore cunt. tears prickle in your eyes at the stretch. "see? that wasn't so bad," he croons, pumping the length of it in and out for a few minutes before removing it. he knows he should probably just work up one size at a time, but part of him wants it to hurt for you, so he decides to skip a few sizes. at the sight of his next choice, you cry harder.

"aww, poor little baby. but we have to get you all ready for your daddy's cock, remember? this next one isn't even close, we still have so far to go." once he's lubed up the toy, he starts to push it in again. he can't help but smile and laugh at you as you struggle against your restraints, letting out such sweet little cries of pain. "c'mon, gotta be a big girl for me. can you do that, sweetheart?" he asks, already knowing your answer.

"no, please!" you sob, "please! can't take it, h-hurts so bad- please!"

"i know it hurts baby, but we gotta get you nice and stretched out. you can take it, pretty girl. c'mon, almost there..." he has to fight to get the damn thing all the way in, but once he does and starts working it in and out, fucking you at a gradual pace with it, you're finally easing up a little bit, your cries of pain transitioning into little whimpers and moans. "there," he grins, getting a little rougher with his ministrations. "that's a good little slut, see? doesn't that feel good? so full, taking it so far up in you? look at you, you dirty girl; are you starting to get wet for me?"

you're panting, droopy-eyed, disoriented; you don't understand why it's starting to feel good. he removes the second size and you're given a moment to catch your breath, but when you see the next one the doctor's selected, you just about fall apart all over again. "oh come on, don't cry again," ransom groans, resisting the urge to shove the thing into you dry. "you're getting so close, sweetheart. here," once it's properly lubed, he begins pressing in again, and when you clench your teeth and begin to sob as predicted, he decides to have a little mercy on you, bringing his free hand up to rub your clit lightly with his thumb. your cries lessen as he masturbates you, though it's still an unbearable stretch. "i know, so big, isn't it baby? think after this one we'll be able to try one the size of your daddy's dick- won't he be so proud?"

it's a struggle to get it in, taking lots of pushing and help from ransom's thumb on your clit, but eventually you're able to take the toy in its entirety. "good, that's a good little fucktoy. look at you, getting so fucking needy- you're dripping all over the table, naughty girl." though it wasn't in his original plan, he's loving the sight of you writhing and mewling under his touch. growing a little more forceful with his thrusts, he speeds up his thumb over your clit. "you gonna cum for me baby? feels that good, huh? just can't help yourself."

you have no desire to orgasm, but at this point it seems like you won't have a choice. "no, wait- please-" you start to protest, but your resistance only eggs the doctor on more.

his voice is low, dark as he cuts you off. "no, don't fight me, little girl. you're gonna cum for me, now." tears well up in your eyes once more as you're brought to the edge of a terrifying climax; ransom lets out a vicious laugh as your orgasm rips through you. "fuck, just like that. filthy little bitch, getting off on the pain."

as you float down from your high, you're too dazed to notice the object being removed from you, and the doctor's hands pulling away. but when you come back to your senses to see dr. drysdale's massive, rock-hard cock has sprung free from his trousers, you're back to a terrified, frantic state as he grins devilishly at you. "what?" he mocks confusion as he reaches a hand down to pump his length a few times with a low grunt. “this way we can ensure you’ll be ready for your daddy.”

#eun’s writing #eun's blurb nights #jan ‘23 blurb night #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale drabble #ransom drysdale blurb #ransom drysdale headcanon #chris evans #chris evans smut #knives out #knives out fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction

[escuellasceramicdollie]

THE RICH GET RICHER // FEED THEM TO THE PIGS ( javier escuella x fem reader )

warnings: hatred turned to love, swearing, use of the word 'bimbo' & insults.

the van der linde gang had many firm beliefs about the sickenly wealthy pigs that roamed freely, waving money in front of the poors nose like teasing a malnourished dog with a bone.

belief number one. the rich are nothing but a crued crew of lobotomised chickens that do nothing but carry out the oh so beloved acts of incest. they're all degenerate inbreds according to the gang.

belief number two. the only reason they are allowed to be in arms reach of all them goods, is for people in need to heartlessly rob and put that money to a purpose instead of flashing it into diamonds, lace and frills.

& you best believe infamous outlaw javier escuella most definitely lived by those two ideologies, especially when you the picture perfect prime example of a spoiled snob was stripped of your wealth due to your father's crippling gambling addiction. therefore showing up on the outskirts of horseshoe overlook pleading for a few cents appeared fitting and a well deserved lesson. however, once you were blessed by the sweetheart stare of karen it was clear that you were granted mercy.

upon your arrival , you were severely disliked by the lot ( minus the ladies as they were bewitched by the last classy gown you owned. ) the men however weren't fooled by your senseless gown or breath-taking beauty , some may name you the daughter of aphrodite but some ( in this case: javier ) did not give a rat's ass about your appearance , solely being focused on survival and nothing else. on some occasions he antagonises you by insulting you as a wealth drunk bimbo and other disgustingly creative insults but that was about the plot of it all.

the dawns of your arrival did not withhold a single trace of productivity ; that was until ms grimshaw used her iron fist in the same strategy you treated your helpless servants before your family name went to shit.

although there must have been an error in the system, since how does an obnoxiously ill mannered ' mortified of manual labour ' lassie transform into a deadly callous outlaw? one word : valentine. & that so called bloodbath that occured was the fuse to your spree of unfortunately heinous actions which benefited the gang a wholesome amount. not only that but also persuaded a certain mexican to apologise for his amiss judgement of your character.

"i just wanted to-" javier began speaking, head down glaring at the burnt grass below him whilst the melodies of the crackling fire harmonised their new camp into a safer setting.

"apologise for calling me a wealth drunk bimbo?" you cut his sentence short, assuming his future words like he assumed your entire embodiment of existence from your past .

"well i was gonna say thank you for leading dutch and the others to a safe rescue out of that shit hole . . but i guess i should apologise aswell, for everything." by the end of his sentence , javier knew all he said was a half assed apology ── at this point he should save himself and plunged into a pit of snakes, hopefully dying of the venom rather than his own humiliation.

you glanced at javier's ashamed frame, wondering if he even holds any thought behind his hickory eyes . that was left to be a mystery as he was not even brave enough to look you right in the eye ── ' where the fuck does dutch discover these pussies? ' you wonder.

"charming." was the only word you utter in return for the lame excuse of an apology , remaining untouchable & staring off into the lannahechee river which now engulfed the freshly built camp.

surely javier recieved what he expected. a cold shoulder was what he deserved but for some reason the lack of attention hooked him to you like the chorus of one of his songs . it only lead him to desire to keep singing those melodies and unravel the bridge and verse of your very own ballad.

#credits to v6que for divider #javier escuella #read dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x you #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fandom

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'tis the damn season - part 4

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Gen/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, body worship, hurt w/ comfort, fluff

Word Count: 4.6k

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Author’s Note: This part took longer than I had anticipated due to some personal issues, but hopefully this was worth the wait! I'm certainly proud of this part. Thank you to @deathblacksmoke for editing this and helping me rewrite parts that I was unsure about. Thank you to @concretenoah for helping me brainstorm and letting me bounce ideas off of you. Love you both sm 🤍.

A loud knock at the front door scares Gen awake. She sits up abruptly, holding onto her head as the pounding begins. She looks over at the coffee table and eyes the empty whiskey bottle, remembering the night before. Once Will left she downed the rest of the bottle to numb the pain and anger. Soon after, she passed out on the couch, whispering his name over and over. 

She groans when she hears another loud knock, scooting off the couch and heading towards the door. The knocks become louder and more frequent the closer she gets. 

“I’m coming. I’m coming!” she grumbles, flinging the door open. She immediately holds her hand up over her eyes as the sun blinds her, her head now pounding even harder. A tall figure steps in the ray of light currently burning her retinas, blocking it from her view. She silently thanks them.

Once Gen’s vision returns to normal, she recognizes the tall figure as Mr. Shaw. He was dressed much more casually from their initial encounter — a thick black sweater, jeans, and sneakers. He surveys Gen’s appearance and she’s suddenly very self conscious as she realizes she probably looks like a complete mess.

“Good Morning, Ms. Taylor.” He flashes his thousand watt smile at her. She smiles back.

“Good Morning, Mr. Shaw. Would you like to come in?” 

He shakes his head. “I’m afraid I can’t. I just came to make sure the rental company dropped this dumpster off.” He turns and points to a gigantic blue dumpster sitting at the curb. “I figured it would make cleanup easier.” 

“That’s very kind. You didn’t have to do that though.” 

Mr. Shaw waves her off. “Don’t get too excited. I used money from your inheritance to pay for it.” 

Gen raises her eyebrows in amusement, and he laughs at her. “You steal my money and you don’t even stick around to help me out.” Gen teases. “You really are a great lawyer!”

He laughs louder this time. “What can I say? I’m good at what I do.”

She laughs with him and leans against the doorway. “Jokes aside, thank you for all your help.” 

“It’s not a problem. If you need anything else, give me a call.” He walks to his car and leaves. 

Gen falls back on the couch and huffs. After a half gallon of water, some greasy food from the gas station and a few tylenol she decided to take on the house. Six hours later she has barely made a dent in all of the clutter. The entire kitchen is clean at least so she accepts the small victory. 

She has spent all day staying busy to keep him out of her head but as soon as she sits down and is alone with her thoughts, he is there. The way his face contorted at her words, his lips on hers, the final words he spoke to her as he slammed the door. All of it comes back in a flash and suddenly her head is pounding again. She pushes her palms into her eyes and curses loudly.

Gen eyes her phone. You can’t call him. You don’t know his number. She thinks to herself. Is she really going to be that much of a coward and apologize over the phone? She wanted to avoid this situation all together but her heart was beating her brain into submission. What did everyone always call her? Bullheaded? Obstinate? 

Stubborn.

She snatches her phone and dials the only number she remembers. It rings a few times and a woman speaking a language she doesn't understand answers. Gen hangs up quickly and drops her phone in her lap. Well that idea didn’t work. 

With no idea how to get in touch with him and no way of knowing where he lives now, Gen was out of options. Her phone pings in her lap and she looks down. An Instagram notification from Natalie sits on her home screen and Gen mentally chides herself. The solution is obvious. Stalk him on social media like a normal person.

Will’s Instagram is easy enough to find. He was verified now and had amassed a lot of followers. As she scrolls through his account, It doesn’t take long for her to find a photo of him with a woman hanging off of him. She scrolls past quickly, ignoring the way her heart sinks. The rest of his account is full of photos with his band, his car, and his cats. And a few more women. 

“You can’t expect him to be alone for the rest of his life just because you plan to be.” She whispers to herself tauntingly. She immediately groans at her own words. Could she be more insufferable? 

A video he posted two days ago catches her eye and she clicks on it. Will is standing outside in the snow. She’s so focused on his face she doesn’t even pay attention to what he’s saying. He flips the camera around to show his cats standing behind a familiar glass patio door and her mouth drops open. 

No fucking way.

The apartment building looks mostly the same as it did when Gen left, save for a fresh coat of paint and a few repairs to the outside. She stares at the door. Will’s car was right next to hers so she knows he’s home. That knowledge makes her nerves even worse.

She lays her head on the steering wheel and howls in frustration. Her head makes light repeated contact with the steering wheel as she hopes for some form of higher power to smite her now so she didn’t have to do this. 

Bullheaded.

Obstinate.

Stubborn.

Once again, her heart beats her brain into submission. She sighs and gets out of the car. As she approaches the front door, Gen reaches for the knob but pulls her hand back quickly because the door is already opening. She hears laughter, Will’s and someone she doesn’t recognize. A female appears and almost runs into her. 

“Oh!” The woman exclaims. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you.” She laughs nervously and adjusts the bag on her shoulder. She’s pretty. Blonde, slender, and slightly shorter than Gen. Her bright blue eyes are accentuated by her long eyelashes. She has plugs and multiple facial piercings. There were no visible tattoos from Gen’s quick once over but winter isn’t exactly the best time to show them off. 

Gen holds her hands up. “No need to be sorry. I was the one just standing here.” 

“Viv? What are you doing here?” Will steps into view behind the blonde. His voice is honeyed for the sake of company, but his expression gives away his annoyance. 

As they both stare at Gen her mind goes blank. What is she doing here? She isn’t going to say it in front of this woman. It isn’t any of her business. Besides, Gen doesn’t even know who she is. She could be his girlfriend for all she knew. Gen ignores the queasy feeling in her stomach at the thought. 

“I- um…” She starts. Will cocks an eyebrow in anticipation and his friend gives her an awkward smile. Gen flounders for a few more seconds but luckily the woman has mercy on her. 

“Ya know, I was just leaving! I will leave you both to it. See you later, Will?”

Will stares at Gen for a moment longer then clears his throat. “Yeah, see you.” He gives her a soft smile and waves goodbye. 

He returns his gaze back to Gen, this time it’s a little softer. He steps out of the doorway and silently invites her in. She holds her breath as she walks past him but it’s forced out of her quickly once she’s inside. Everything was almost exactly the same as it was when she left. 

Gen feels something rub against her leg and a soft meow follows. She looks down to see a tan and black cat with white socks staring up at her, circling between her legs. She squats downs to pet it, cooing as it meows back at her. 

“This is Bobbi.” Will says crouching down next to her. 

“Hi Bobbi.” Gen says, planting a kiss on the top of the cat’s head. She looks back at Will and he smiles softly. He looks around for a moment before his eyes land on something and he rolls them. “And that loaf,” he points to her left, “would be Dusti.” 

Lying in a basket attached to the window sill is a black cat completely unfazed by the new guest in the home. Gen walks over and scratches Dusti’s head, chuckling as he rolls over and bats at her hand playfully. 

“What are you doing here, Vivvy?” Will asks. He’s leaning against the back of the couch now, fidgeting with his hands. His curls were out of his face for once, secured in a bun with a spiral hair tie. The look he gives her, likely without even meaning to, gives her goosebumps and causes her cheeks to heat. 

“I need to apologize about last night.”

He takes a deep breath and considers her for a moment. Gen can see he’s chewing on the inside of his lip. He looks down at his hands and adjusts the bracelet on his wrist. 

“No, you don’t.” He looks up, eyes boring into hers. “It’s me who needs to apologize.” Gen stares at him in disbelief. She had said such horrible things to him and he’s apologizing instead?

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” She questions.

“I’ve been a dick since you got here, Viv. All I’ve done is complain about you leaving and throw it in your face when I’m the reason you left in the first place. You’ve made this wonderful life for yourself. You made your dreams come true. I’m so fucking proud of you, Vivvy. You were right. If you had stayed you would have fucking suffocated here with me.” 

“Will, I-“ Gen starts but he puts a hand up to stop her.

“If I had been a better boyfriend… If I had just been honest with you in the first place then none of this would have happened. Maybe we would still be together and… L.A. would be our home.”

“What are you talking about?” Gen says as she walks closer to him. Will sighs and runs his hands over his face. 

“When you first told me that you wanted to go to New York, I was really excited for you,” Will starts, fidgeting with the skin of his fingers. “I knew how badly you wanted to get out of here, and how much you loved your job. I would have gone anywhere for you,” he admits. Surprised by the confession, Gen watches as tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I told my friends because I thought they would be excited too, but they all said how it was a terrible idea,” Will continues, face twisting uneasily at the memories. “They said you would be working with these big artists and producers, and you’d get so caught up in the music industry that you’d forget about me,” Gen’s heart sinks, she wouldn’t have, but she can’t exactly blame him, either. “I couldn’t let that happen, so I freaked out and refused to let you go. I should have talked to you,” The shame is clear, gnawing at him. He’s been sitting with this, alone, for so long. “I was selfish and thought I could keep you here with me, but I lost you anyway.”

Gen is left speechless at his confession. The more it sunk in, the more it made sense. He would never give her a straight answer even when she begged him to tell her why he wouldn’t go. This whole time he was scared she would leave him for someone else?

“If you were so afraid of me leaving you then why did you just let me go? Why didn’t you tell me the truth then?”

Gen watches as he shifts uncomfortably. A tear rolls down his cheek and he’s quick to wipe it away. 

“You made it clear you were going with or without me. I was heartbroken and angry.” Will closes his eyes, the memory becoming too much to bear. “When you left and never came back it just confirmed my fear. You forgot about me.”

His words punch her in the stomach, forcing all of the air out of her lungs. They’ve known each other since they were kids. They started dating at thirteen. He was her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first everything. They made plans to spend the rest of their lives together. How could he possibly think that she could forget him?

It dawns on her that for him, the situation was reversed. All of this time she had spent thinking he didn’t care, that he had forgotten about her. When in reality, he thought the exact same thing. She was his first for everything too. How could she think he could forget about her? 

Suddenly, the photos of all of the women on his instagram and the woman at the door crosses her mind. Her heart starts to race and jealousy crashes into her. She knew it was irrational. He had every right to pursue other relationships but did he really have the audacity to be upset with her and accuse her of forgetting about him when he so clearly had no problem replacing her?

“I forgot about you?” Gen challenges, scoffing. “From the looks of things you had no problem forgetting about me. It seems I was easily replaceable.”

Will’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen your instagram. You haven’t been shy about posting your girlfriends.” Gen watches as he leans forward, like he’s making sure he’s hearing her correctly. “You haven’t posted the pretty blonde that just left yet, though. Is she brand new or just not special enough?” 

Will remains silent for a moment. He watches her, his jaw clenched, lips pressed into a straight line. “The blonde you are referring to is Austin’s girlfriend. He’s the drummer for Lorna.” Gen’s stomach drops as she realizes her mistake. “She came by to pick up some stuff he left here on her way home from work. So, no, I’m not fucking her.”

He takes a deep breath and stands up, walking towards her. Peering down at her, he speaks calmly. 

“Even if I was, I don’t owe you an explanation for how I choose to cope with losing you. It took me over a year to even look at someone else.” Gen begins to feel sick, overwhelmed. She backs up, but he follows her. “When I finally touched another woman it damn near killed me but I wasn’t going to put my life on hold knowing you had moved on with your life.” 

“Will, You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” Gen snarls, shoving her finger into his chest. “When we broke up every shred of belief I had in true love dissolved into thin air. I’ve spent the last eight years alone or having meaningless sex because what was the fucking point if it wasn’t you?” 

Will’s face falls, the shame evident. He reaches for her but she recoils and turns away. She sits in the chair by the window and wraps her arms around her legs. Will wrings his hands and sits down. He fucked up again. How does he keep doing this? 

They sit on opposite sides of the room in silence for what seems like hours. Gen focuses on the snow falling outside, crying silently. Will sits on the edge of the couch with his head in his hands. The guilt and grief in the room is so palpable they can’t even look at each other. Will decides he can’t take the silence anymore. He sits up straight and looks at her.

“Viv?”

Gen folds in on herself as soon as she hears her name. He sees the sobs wracking her body and his heart aches. He was sick of the fights, the hurt. All he wants now is to fix things for good this time.

“Viv.” He repeats softly. “Will you come here to me, please?” 

Her sobs continue and his instinct is to walk over and take her in his arms, but he doesn’t. From her body language alone she was on the verge of a meltdown and he knew better than to touch her without her permission. Despite this, he couldn’t let her sit there all alone. Besides, he would be lying if he said he couldn’t use some comfort of his own.

“Vivvy…please?” Will begs, his voice cracking. “I need you.” Gen stiffens, her sobs turn to quiet sniffles. She shifts and for a moment he thinks she’s going to get up but instead she just repositions herself. Will sighs dejectedly and places his head back in his hands. 

A few moments later, he hears soft footsteps followed by the feeling of a warm hand resting in the juncture between his neck and shoulders. Will looks up to see her standing in front of him, her face flush from crying. 

She studies him, her other hand coming to rest on his opposite shoulder. Her fingers absentmindedly dip underneath the collar of his shirt. She rubs circles into the muscles of his back, a calming tactic she picked up years ago. Will exhales and drops his head forward. He begins to reach for her but stops.

“Can I touch you?” He requests. He tries his best to keep it from sounding like he’s begging. Gen nods but he isn’t satisfied. “You know I need your words, honey.” Tears brim in her eyes and as soon as the soft “yes” passes her lips he wraps his arms around her waist, burying his head in her stomach. 

Gen wraps her arms around his neck, and Will opens his legs to allow her to step in between them pulling her even closer. She feels his body shake as he weeps and she gently shushes him and scratches his scalp.

“I’m so sorry, Will.” She utters. “For everything.”

Will shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. This is all my fault and I’ve been treating you like it’s yours. If it wasn’t for me, none of this would have happened.” He places a single kiss on her clothed stomach right above her belly button and looks up at her. She runs her hand along the side of his face. “I guess we both made some mistakes, huh?” 

Will agrees and swallows harshly. He plays with the hem of her shirt, his fingers lightly caress her bare skin. “Let me make it up to you?” Gen’s heart pounds in her chest at his words, her own proving to be difficult. An “okay” is all she can manage but that’s good enough for him.

Will takes both hands and places them under her shirt, pushing it up slightly. He peppers the soft flesh of her stomach with soft kisses, his thumb lightly rubbing against her hip bone. He dips his thumb in the waistband of her jeans and looks up. She nods and he pops the button open, sliding them down her legs and helping her out of them. 

Will places his hands on either side of her thighs and squeezes. He takes in the sight of her, the plush hips and thighs that he loved worshiping. The dark spot that forms on the red lace panties she wears makes him lick his lips. Will pulls her closer to him and kisses her hips, the top of her thighs, her clothed pussy, anywhere he could reach. He inhales her scent and his cock twitches in his jeans.

He grabs her leg and hikes it up over his shoulder, making sure she holds onto his other shoulder for purchase. He pushes her panties to the side and runs a finger through her folds. They both gasp at the same time, Gen from the feeling and Will from how wet she was already. He gently presses a finger inside her and watches as her head falls back, moaning quietly. 

Will continues to watch her savoring the moment until she squeezes his shoulder and whines. “What do you need, baby?” He coos. “M-more.” She stutters, rolling her hips into his finger. Will smiles and kisses her thigh. He slides another finger in and she keens. 

He continues to kiss up and down her thigh, leaving soft nibbles as he goes. This was all about her but the way her slick was running down his hands made his eyes darken. It had been so long since he tasted her. He stares at her pussy as he fingers her, attaching his mouth to her thigh and sucking on the flesh as he’d suck on her clit.

Gen looks down at Will, his eyes rolling back into his head, and she nearly cums just from watching him. She grabs him by the hair and gently pulls him away from her thigh. “If you want to taste me, just ask.” 

“Can I?” Will pants. “Please?” Gen nods and he lunges forward, licking through her folds. He closes his lips around her clit and sucks. She shudders and grips his hair tighter, grinding against his face. Will moans into her, bucking his hips. He desperately wants to free himself from his jeans but his hands currently have a more important purpose.

Will is ravenous as he devours her, his fingers digging into flesh of her thigh. He feels her clench around his fingers and the arm he was using to hold her steady wraps around her waist, pulling her tight against his face. Legs shaking as she cums, Gen cries out Will’s name. Her release gushes over his face and down his arms. 

He doesn’t waste a single drop. 

Will barely gives Gen a moment to breathe before he’s picking her up and toting her to his bedroom. He lays her on the bed and makes quick work of removing his clothes. When he turns his attention back to her, the way she looks makes him stop in his tracks. 

She’s fully naked now, propped against his pillows. One hand is playing with her hair while the other draws lazy patterns on her stomach. He follows the curve of her breasts and he swears there has never been a woman more perfect than her. Their eyes meet and something akin to embarrassment settles in them as she attempts to cover her body. 

Will frowns and crawls next to her. “Hey.” He says, placing his hand over hers. Gen peers at him from the corner of her eyes, then down at their hands. “Please don’t hide from me.”

“I don’t look the same as I did before.” She laments. Will removes his hand from hers and cups her cheek. “No, baby.” He kisses her temple gently. When she leans into his touch he continues, leaving a trail down her face and along her jaw. “You’re even more beautiful now. Let me show you.” 

Gen lets him move her hands away. Will hovers over her and leaves soft kisses on her neck. He palms her breasts, drawing her nipple into his mouth. When his tongue swirls around and he bites down, she gasps and arches into his touch. 

“You’re perfect.” Will whispers as he leaves open mouthed kisses between her breasts. “You’re soft. And warm.” He punctuates each compliment with a kiss to her belly. He kisses and nibbles his way back to her lips.  “And you’re even more beautiful than the day I met you.” 

Their mouths meet in a deep, heated kiss. Will swipes his tongue on her bottom lip and her lips part inviting him in. Gen feels his hard cock press against her core and she squirms beneath him, desperate for friction. Will moans into her mouth and hooks his arm under her leg, using the other to push himself up on his knees. 

Will strokes his cock and places the tip against her slit, rubbing it against her and collecting her slick. He lines himself up with her entrance but looks up first. “Is this okay?” He breathes. She nods. “Mhmm.” He pushes in slowly. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut at how good she feels.

The feeling of him stretching her out makes Gen dizzy. She grabs ahold of his shoulder and he turns his head to kiss her hand, continuing to slowly pump inside her. As he bottoms out she takes a deep breath and rolls her hips into his, a silent plea for more. Will groans as he begins to thrust into her harder. 

Every single inch of him consumes her. Will grips her hips tight, biting his lip. His eyes focus on where they’re connected and he slams into her even harder. She cries out, clinging to him and scratching his arms. He dips his head down to kiss her and she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss is messy and desperate. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Will moans against her lips. Tears form in her eyes. She isn’t sure if it’s from Will’s admission or because he feels so god damn good. All she knows is that she hasn’t allowed herself to feel like this, to feel satisfied, in ages. She has punished herself for years and she decided she was done. It was time to surrender and take everything this man was willing to give.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Will doesn’t miss the crack in her voice as she says it. He kisses her fervently and sneaks his hands between them, massaging her clit with the pads of his fingers. “Want you— fuck,” He pants. “..need you to cum for me, Vivvy.”

The moans and cries that flow from Gen’s mouth as she climaxes are music to Will’s ears. He watches her face twist in pleasure and rubs his hands up and down her thighs as they shake. Her pussy clenches around him and he knows he’s not far behind. 

Will takes both of her hands and places them above her head. Instinctively, Gen wraps her legs around him and pushes him in deeper. He grinds into her and pulls all the way out, then slams back in. He repeats this a few more times and picks up his pace. Both of their moans fill the room. Will buries his face in Gen’s neck, sucking on the flesh as his orgasm approaches quickly. 

Gen can feel his thrusts get sloppy and by his whining pants in her ear, she knows he’s about to cum. The barrier breaks as she raises her hips to meet his. He cries out and sinks his teeth into the flesh of her neck, grunting and groaning as he stills inside her. She can feel the muscles of his stomach tense as he collapses on top of her. 

Will releases her hands and she scratches her nails up and down his back. He brings his hand to the top of her head and plays with her hair, the other caressing her cheek. She smiles and strains her neck to look at him, kissing the vein on the side of his head. 

“Are you just going to stay there forever?” She questions, poking him in the side. 

“Hmm.. don’t tempt me.” He mumbles into her neck and she laughs. She pokes him again and he squirms but doesn’t budge. “Willllll!” Gen whines playfully. “You’re suffocating me and I have to pee.” 

Will pops up suddenly. “Fine! I will let you up. On one condition.” 

Gen narrows her eyes at him and smiles. “And what is that?” 

“Will you stay here with me tonight?” 

part five

#will ramos #will ramos x ofc #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos fanfic #willramos #william ramos #lorna shore #lorna shore fanfiction #lorna shore fanfic #will ramos smut #william ramos smut #williamramos #lornashore

[th3-0bjectivist]

The Salvation Day Interviews (1 of 2) with musician Anthony Tadlock

     Dear listener, as a special treat and for the edification of music lovers all over Tumblr this is part 1 of 2 of my Salvation Day Interviews with Anthony Tadlock, A.K.A. t-underneaththeradardancing on Tumblr. Mr Tadlock, I recently spent several hours listening to Salvation Day. Thanks for agreeing to answer some questions about your band’s music. 

    When I dive headlong into music that I’m not too familiar with there’s always this sense of discomfort, but when I started with Mercy from your EP, The Backdoor Sessions, I felt distinctly like I was sitting in a new bar and listening to an exceedingly talented local band perform live. I know we’ve discussed this one-on-one before, but for the peeps on Tumblr, what was the actual genesis of SD, and how did you and Ms Vita Rhie Quintanilla meet? What was the spark that brought you two together to record in the first place?

     to set the stage - so to speak - i had been performing with and jamming and hanging with a young musician - very loose no muss fuss - 3 weeks before meeting vita i had a mild heart attack - mild but the hospital experience was literally a nightmare and nearly killed me - a couple weeks after getting out i was invited over to play/ jam/hang out - wuz expecting at most a couple other ppl to b there - btw to digress - t is very much an introvert - to digress further - t is a stage name but the only name ppl in the music aspect of my life know me by or call me - anywaves - i had just set up my guitar and amp when i could feel a presence coming down the stairs - a young woman - at 1st i guessed 25- ish which would make her the 2nd oldest in the room - she looked at a painting of crows and i said something to her about my love of corvids - i was improvising on guitar - some blues - i think a bass player was playing along and maybe another guitar - she started singing improvising lyrics and we started riffing off each other - her voice blew me away - then she started playing her original songs - omfg ! - anyway - i hoped that we would play together again

     a couple weeks later she walked into Madrone Art Bar where i frequently played open mics -she was with my friend - both joined me on stage and we did what i call "deep space nine " which is what i called any unplanned unrehearsed collaboration onstage - i of course could not remember her name - she handed me a business card lol - she told me she had a weekly gig at a cafe i had performed at and would i like to join her - by this time i knew she was diagnosed w schizoaffective disorder - that she was 17 still in high school and a witch - we started performing together playing her gigs - open mics - on the street ...there is of course more to the story which may be covered as we go on

    I went through every song on Salvation Day’s YouTube page, the instrumentals and the voice go very well together, and I must admit, there is great synergy on display. You two had me mesmerized a few times, particularly with tunes like Para Ti and Reincarnation. Tell me, do the instrumentals come first, or do the lyrics/vocals come first, or somehow both at the same time? What goes into the process before you record?

     virtually all of salvation day songs are mostly vita - the lyrics in particular - some have come out of improvising at gigs - or as vita would say - we are just gonna pull something out of our ass now - some she has already "arranged " before i hear them others she asks me to figure out some chords and key - it should be noted that after graduating high school she moved to davis ca about 100 long miles away with no good way of getting there and back on public transit - required bus ride - a subway ride and finally a train and took 3 hours - neither of us drive though she recently learned - t cant see for shit so - and there was lots of drama in the summer preceding - however we rarely felt the need to rehearse - at early gigs i would ask whats the 1st chord and what key - sometimes the answer was - idk - jimi hendrix chords lol - sometimes they were jazz chords i didnt know - i still play a lot of chords im not quite sure the name of and double stops that suggest a chord - on a good night i play by ear and improvise mostly - when we decided we were gonna make an album - we formalized the arrangements and figured out keys etc ...

     sometimes - like last week when we got together after not playing together in a couple months - tho exchanging some snippets thru email text etc - vita thought of some lyrics on the spot - i started playing some chords - we fucked around w it a bit - made a rough recording on fones and will see if something comes of it - Reincarnation was written just before we met - vita says the songs morphed and become different thru my influence - Para Ti she had come up with a couple months after we started playing together - we were at the friends house - and he had become totally indisposed - we were supposed to start the recording process that day - we waited around to see if he would improve and she started playing it - i came up w the lead guitar lines - btw to digress to q 1 - vita was often in and out of hallucinations and delusions at the time - she has no memory of the 1st time we met and hazy about the beginning period - one last example Mercy - written entirely by vita - tho my guitar was central - she sent me an audio file - it has chords i dont know - i just followed her voice and elaborated - tbh i still dont know what key it is in lol - like jack sparrow eluding capture we just make it up as we go

    Do you have any advice for aspiring musicians out there based on your experiences with SD so far? Have you had any creative blocks or serious problems when generating new music? If so, how do you get through them, and what do you think the most important thing is for a musician to do when they feel discouraged or dejected by their own bad experiences with music making?

     whew - thats a tough one - i have been playing guitar for almost 60 years - been in a number of bands and playing situations - have been discouraged countless times - most recent was the whole experience of recording a studio album with a producer - it was hugely stressful for myriad reasons and ego deflating and not in a good way - we coped w that by recording the Backdoor Sessions ep - the bulk of was recorded in a couple hours in vita's tiny dorm room using garageband - it was done without rehearsal - and we played 2 gigs in january that we were happy with also w no rehearsal - we also released vita's book The Schizophrenic Dialogues - all while covid was rearing its ugly head - no gigs to promote anything - no spoken word opportunities - vita was in terror of infecting me - between age COPD and heart i was a likely candidate to die - so we saw each other rarely

     i had invested a huge amount of $ in the studio album - to cope vita started a collective based on Sacred Arts Productions - a jewelry biz and an art biz - i worked w our web designer / friend / collaborator maggie umber to get our web site up - and started recording daily snippets for instagram and spammed the fuck out of tumblr - vita and i met mostly outdoors - playing mostly acoustic where the chances of infecting me were minimized (she got covid twice during this period ) so i guess my advice is 1) forget the ego and bullshit that goes w doing - anything - but particularly the creative 2) forget about "success" and numbers - sales/listens/hearts...3) just keep on keepin on - that said it aint easy sometimes - i been playing as i said almost 60 years - theres still so much i dont know - i try to learn new things and ways almost daily - just showing up is sometimes a victory

     Listen to Salvation Day on Youtube. Back at the end of the next week with part 2 of my Q&A with Mr Tadlock. If you liked this post, please spread the word about SD and consider reblogging this set of interviews. And if you haven’t done it yet, scroll to the top of this post and smash play!

#salvation day #para ti #path of sacred art #anthony tadlock #vita rhie quantanilla #interview #music #music on tumblr #audio #audio video #great voice #great instrumentals #california band #rock music #blues music #jazz standards #san francisco band #T is one of my fav musicians on tumblr #been waiting to pick his brain

[muted-like-sunset]

Hey! If you’re still taking requests can you do a Peeta Mellark x Fem!reader, Where the reader ends up in a very very bad fight with a girl who she had bad history with at school, the time where Peeta wasn’t with her. So when she get to hers (and Peeta’s house) she gets there all bloodied and bruised and makes Peeta so worried about her. And basically just him asking her what happened and cleaning the cuts/blood on her face. And since she’s exhausted at the end just a bunch of fluff and cuddling. :))))

Comfort | p.m.

I got a bit too excited to write this one, especially since it’s been a good practice for writing fighting without being too intense. 

A oneshot about a fight between the reader and a school bully followed by a comfort scene between Peeta and the reader. 

peeta mellark x fem! reader

word count: 1.9k

trigger warnings: cursing, fighting, blood, hints at a bad home life, hints of a dysfunctional relationship (peeta/reader)

(mostly) unedited, all mistakes are my own.

I turn my head to the side and spit, leaving a small blood splatter on the stone floor of the hallway. 

“Skank.” Paslee Beltree spits venomously, pushing her blonde hair out of her face. The sight of her eye beginning to blacken makes me smirk despite the gnawing pain. She starts to step toward me again, so I climb back to my feet and face her. At the sight of my relentlessness, she pauses in her place. Somehow, she manages to keep her confident air when she speaks again. “Warming the Mellarks’ bed?”

I surge towards her, wanting nothing more than to knock the words from her mouth. The Mellarks don’t need my defense, they run the bakery in town. Everyone loves them, even their evil mother is well respected in town. Still, the idea of her planting a negative image of them, of Peeta, in these people’s minds makes my vision go red. 

My attack catches her off guard and I knock her to the ground. I climbed onto her struggling frame, pinning her arms to her sides with my knees. Here, she’s completely at my mercy. I land two good punches on her stupid perfect face, hearing a sickening little crack as the second one lands directly on her nose. She screams out at this, ripping one of her arms from where I have her pinned and protects her face with it. I moved off of her, standing above her with hunched shoulders and heaving breaths. Hearing teachers approaching our little scene, I look her in the eyes to drive my point home.

“Won’t be warming any beds with a crooked nose, Paslee.'' I say simply, watching as teachers swarm us. The small crowd that's formed around our scuffle hesitates to let them through, but Mrs. Pall, our geology teacher,  manages to push her way through to the front. She makes quick work of assessing the situation, passing Paslee off to the first teacher that manages to join her. Then, she turns to me. 

“Ms. l/n, with me.” she commands in a clipped tone, turning on her heel and moving back through the crowd. 

When we make it to her classroom, a small space just down the hall with too few seats for our few students, she turns to me with an exhausted look. Before she can speak, I take my chance to appease her.

“Mrs. Pall, you know better than anyone that Paslee has been taunting me since elementary school. You have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't hit her first.” I spill, looking at her pleadingly. A fight like this could be enough for the peacekeepers to look into my home life and an assessment like that would surely land me in the community home. She seems to weigh my words for a moment before she speaks. 

“I’ll take up for you, you know that. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” she sighs, watching me carefully. I nod and she continues. “That was stupid, y/n. Fighting must be reported. Still, since it’s just this once, I might be able to convince Mrs. Caddel to overlook it this one time.”

“Thank you Mrs. Pall. I promise, it won’t happen again.” I relax at her assurance.

“I'm sure it won’t.” she laughs. I quirk my head at her, confused at the outburst. “Her nose looked broken, l/n. Was that really necessary?” 

I know better than to answer her, smiling at her mild praise. She sighs again, pressing her palms to her knees as she stands from her seat on her desk. 

“Alright, l/n. Get out of here before they call for Mrs. Everdeen. There’s a certain someone waiting for you outside.” she laughs again. I blanch at her words, eyes darting to hers for an answer. “Oh come on, Mr. Mellark waits for you every day. He was asking if I had kept you. I was coming to find you when I heard Paslee scream.” 

“Right.” I mumble, standing quickly and gathering my things. “Thanks again, Mrs. Pall!” 

“Anytime, dear.” she smiles, laughing as I burst out of her classroom. 

———

Peeta isn’t out front when I arrive, so I start my trek through town to find him. The streets in town are a much prettier color than the almost black streets of the Seam. Here in town, the streets are stone grey and at least somewhat clean, while the gravel streets of the Seam are caked with coal dust. A misplaced match would bring the entire Seam down, but here in town it’s almost possible to imagine a life with someone. It's here that I can trick myself into forgetting the games for a moment, to enjoy a trip to the bakery to pick something up for Peeta. To take a trip with Peeta to the seamstress for a new dress for a made up occasion. It's in town that, if I let my mind wander, I can imagine chasing after a child with my hair and Peeta's soft blue eyes.

The dull throbbing in my cheek pulls me from the image. Before the games it was me that put a constant halt on our relationship. Neither Peeta or myself could afford that kind of life together, not with the constant looming threat of the games over our heads. Now, after winning his own games, Peeta puts the breaks on everything. Shushes me when I ask too many questions, takes me out to get a new dress when conversations about our relationship start to get too serious. I know he’s afraid of something farther than my imagination, something he feels he can’t share with me lest he damn me to it.

When the stone street turns to a polished cobble, I begin to pay attention once more. 

Victor's Village is the nicest and emptiest place in all of district Twelve. In 74 years we have had a total of four victors. Three of which are alive, two from last year’s games. 

In some ways, district Twelve has incredible luck. 

I trot up the steps to his door, reaching forward and knocking on it in 5 quick taps. A small pattern developed over years of visits, one that I know he’ll recognize. I hear his heavy footsteps inside come toward the door and step back a bit.

“Y/n,” he starts, opening the door up wide. When his eyes meet my face, he pales. His eyes change immediately, hardening to a look I've never quite witnessed. In an instant, he’s got a hold of my arm and is tugging me into his home, slamming the door shut behind me. He turns the lock, loudly clicking into place, and guides me a bit less forcefully to a chair in the kitchen. 

“Peeta?” I call to him softly, trying to bring him out of whatever state he’s in. Fear courses through me at the idea that something about me has sent him reeling back to the games, though I blank on what it could be. 

I try to think of my current state, what damage could Paslee have actually done? At most my face may have started to bruise, but it’s not like I came in limping. He leaves my side for a moment, grabbing a towel out of a drawer and wetting it in the sink before rejoining me. He presses the cloth to my forehead and I do my best to sit still under his focused gaze. When he pulls the towel away he visibly relaxes, letting out a little sigh. At this, I bring my hand up and take a gentle hold of his wrist. His pulse thrums strongly against my wrist, a quickened version of the pattern I'm so used to. 

“Peeta?” I try again, watching his face carefully for some sign of what he needs from me. His eyes meet mine with an intense look, bordering on desperation.

“You’re okay?” he says, like a question, like i could be not okay. I think of all of the things I saw him go through on screen, the many more I probably didn’t see, and realize he needs my comfort right now. 

“I'm okay, Peeta. I'm alright.” I hush him, hand leaving his wrist and resting against his cheek instead. 

“There's so much blood.” he mumbles more to himself than to me. His hand returns to holding the towel to my forehead. 

“S’just a scratch, Peeta. honest, I didn’t even feel it.” I tell him, trying to keep his eyes on mine. “Besides, you should have seen Paslee.”

His eyes dart back to mine at the sound of her name, that dangerous look coming back. 

“Paslee did this to you?” he asks in a low voice, eyes deadly serious.

“Well, yeah.” I squirm under his gaze. Now that the adrenaline has fully left my body I suppress the urge to yawn. Tears spring to my eyes at his tone, my tired body and mind too confused to know what to make of it. “But she won’t mess with me anymore. I think I might have broken her nose.” 

The thought makes me feel a bit sick, so I lay my head against his palm for comfort. He softens a bit, moving his hand away from my face and helping me out of my chair. He tosses the towel into the trash and guides me to the stairs in silence. We reach the bedroom door and he doesn’t take his hands off of me until we’ve made it all the way to the bedside. There, he releases me just long enough to find a shirt of his for me to lounge in. He turns around while I change, taking my clothes from me and tossing them into a hamper just inside his closet. Then, he’s laying back onto the pillows and pulling me down to lay with him. 

His hands find their typical resting places, one weaving beneath me to help hold me to his chest and the other finding my hair. I snuggle into his side, letting his steady heartbeat calm me even further. 

“I love you.” I murmur against his chest, trying to fight off the sleep that beckons me. He presses a gentle kiss against the crown of my head before his hand resumes combing through my hair.

“I love you.” he replies easily, gently repositioning himself to allow me to ease into him even more. “More than anything.”

I smile, humming at his words as I nuzzle further into his side. My cheek throbs a bit as it bumps his chest and I pull back to readjust. Peeta sits up a bit, nudging my chin for him to get a better look at my face. His fingers ghost over my cheekbone and he grunts a bit like it’s hurt him. His face hardens again at the sight of me and I pull my face from his grip. He doesn’t fight me on it, instead holding my waist tighter and nuzzling his face into my hair as I rest against him again. 

He’s quiet for a bit, letting me listen to the soothing beat of his heart in his chest. Then, the deep rumbling of his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do about Paslee.” He murmurs finitely. 

I hum my confusion. 

“Sleep.” He whispers against my scalp. Another kiss. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

It’s a deflection, the same way he always reacts when he doesn’t want to answer my questions. I want to question him further, but the beating of his heart calls me to sleep. I settle for a small nod, letting him know I’d hold him to it. His grip on me tightens as he readjusts, and I let the pressure of his hand and the beat of his heart lure me to sleep.

#requests #request #Peeta #Peeta Mellark #the hunger games peeta #THG Peeta #peeta x reader #peeta/reader #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark fluff #peeta mellark/reader #The Hunger Games #THG

[cinamun]

Hey Cina,

So a coupla things: I would like to say a little RRR/BB prayer to the sensitive, nerd-ish-quirky brotha Jayce who may need to revisit his progressiveness ? N-E who.. he worries about his wife's Vitamin D levels so we will try to overlook it because the wind is blowing...maybe he has a younger sister (And HOW much younger is she?), maybe his beloved father is a "Mista" (Hello Celie.) or /and a hoe. Possibly a surprise baby OTW, And maybe we will find out why ol' boy is missing from Dira's arc picture -_- Taking note of baby Jackson under a Coltrane picture, I find it interesting. It reminds me of those dads that want their kids usually a son to go to their alma mater. So they start subliminally pushing them on a course to continue a legacy at that school. Even though it's just a picture (maybe.) it possibly sets Jackson on a course to learn an instrument (piano.) whether he wants to or not. As for Mercy, her arc is coming to some popcorn moment tipping points with her son on one side and "her complication" on the other. It will be a cute but slightly history tangled and possibly dangerous relationship to see Mercy + Sean (SeaMerc? LOL) that I a would love to see develop but I hope his character (Sean.) doesn't take the Captain Save 'Em route. Just stay the course of being an attractive good listener and a comforter, and uh watch your back and your front (and your new nose?). On a different note, just throwing a What If pebble -- since Dira has options, I don't know if Carlos is shipped.. he probably has the age difference of Mercy and Jackson but wonder what the dynamic would be, since he has $$$ and all... *grabs the tongs and begins to pluck up the vegetarian options at the buffet onto a RRR merch plate.* :)

Friend you know I KEEP the roasted veggies on deck JUST for you, boo.

We likely won't be seeing Carlos again but one thing this author/ratchet series producer loves to do is introduce new characters. So.... who is Charlie's competition? Does he have any? Is Dira just bluffing about the whole friend thing because men/boys have been super problematic for her in her very short simulated life?

We'll be rerouting back to Tomarang to find out in a minute so hold that thought.

About those subliminals.... not only do we have a very large image of Coltrane over a little boy named Jackson's crib, those Coltrane paintings are all over the house. Jayce plays piano holding each of the twins. He's sentimental and certainly very much influenced by his father's influence which I am sure will influence what he exposes his children to, consciously or unconsciously.

I will now be calling them SeaMerc (pronounced ShaMerck) because I spit out my sparkling water reading that lmfao.

LASTLY!!! Now that The Student™ is out of the bag I wonder what is next? Mercy isn't answering her phone (I really hope she got treatment) and talking with his wife only made the good brotha Jayce more reason to be concerned.

Perhaps he needs to just call the question.... directly to Ms. Marbury.

#story stuff #a lot to consider! #stay tuned tho

[fickle-tiction]

I tried to post it on this blog, but I haven't done this in a very long time. So I deleted the post and I'm giving it to you instead. :)

“Good morning Gotham! It’s me, Penelope Peters, and I’m here with Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson of Wayne Enterprises and Bludhaven PD, respectively.” Penelope Peters says brightly into the camera.

“My friends call me Dick.” Dick tells her, smiling brightly.

It takes a Herculean effort not to roll his eyes, but Bruce manages it. Penelope blushes slightly and gives a laugh, trying to cover up her flustered feelings.

“Alright then Mr. Wayne and…Dick,” she blushes again. The interview is supposed to be about how the Wayne family was just like other American families. It couldn’t have been further from the truth, of course. Billionaires or not, normal American families weren’t made up of costumed vigilantes. They go to a break and Bruce and Dick are given touch ups on hair and makeup before Penelope is staring at the camera again.

“We’re here to play a fun game now that we’re at the end of the interview!”

Again…Herculean effort not to roll his eyes.

“Bruce and I absolutely LOVE games!” Dick says excitedly.

Bruce manages a smile.

“Okay! So, you’re both going to drink a mouthful of water,” she passes them both a glass. “We’re then going to show you a series of funny videos, and maybe crack some jokes ourselves, to get one of you to laugh! First to laugh, loses!”

Bruce tries not to smirk. He knows he has this in the bag. Dick laughs at everything.

Dick raises his eyebrow as the two of them take a big mouthful of water.

Bruce is disappointed when, almost a full six minutes later, Dick hasn’t cracked yet. He knows for an absolute fact that Dick had cackled like a Halloween witch decoration just two days ago watching the same cat video that was just shown to them by Penelope, with Damien and Tim.

“You two are hard to break!” Penelope says, trying to hide the fact that she was getting a bit annoyed neither of them had laughed yet.

Dick shrugs and grins, cheeks huge. Bruce almost smiles because he looks 10-years-old again.

Another video is shown and neither of them laugh.

“Oh come on! There’s gotta be something that makes you two laugh!” Penelope exclaims.

Bruce feels a bit smug. He prides himself on his level of control. He’s about to grab his glass of water and forfeit gracefully when he feels nimble, knowing fingers digging into his ribs. Bruce jerks violently to the right, but the fingers are undeterred. He can’t help it; he spits his water out with a laugh. As he’s wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he hears Dick spitting out his own water and laughing hysterically.

“You are so grounded!” Bruce growls, dangerously close to his Batman voice.

Dick is wiping at his eyes as he laughs, looking entirely unrepentant.

He looks up at Bruce, “Looks like I win!”

Penelope is gushing about how adorable it is that Bruce is ticklish, asking what his worst spots are. Dick looks ready to answer Penelope’s questions, and Bruce can’t let that happen.

“Thanks for the interview Ms. Peters,” Bruce interrupts. “Would you like to accompany me to the Gotham Art Gala this Saturday?” Bruce gives her his best “Brucie” smile. Penelope is spluttering and blushing and nodding.

“I’ll pick you up at 6. For now, I’ve a grounding to ensure.”

“Sore loser.” Dick snickers.

Bruce takes it in stride while they’re still walking out of the interview. Once they’re in the car and Alfred is asking how the interview went, Bruce attacks.

“Bruce! W-Wait! I’m sohohorry!”

Bruce shows no mercy. He’s tickling Dick’s ribs, his sides, that super ticklish spot right underneath his armpit towards his back that used to get him squealing when he was younger (he’s still squealing, so not much has changed).

Dick is curled up like a roly-poly and begging Alfred for help. The older man is smiling wistfully, but he says nothing. Bruce doesn’t let up until they’re back at the manor. The 23-year-old is disheveled, black hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks pink, and a wide grin plastered across his face.

“You’re…brutal…” Dick pants.

“You better hope I can keep that from getting air time.” Bruce replies. He doesn’t need to threaten Dick outright, the threat of being attacked frequently, mercilessly, is unspoken but assured.

Dick’s eyes go wide and he scrambles out of the car, shouting, “Thanks for the ride Al!” as he runs into the house.

Alfred stands next to Bruce and coughs politely.

“Yes?” Bruce asks.

“It’s already gone viral, Master Bruce.” Alfred is holding his cellphone out, an article open with the headline “Billionaire Father and Son, Just Like Us: Funny, Smiley, and Ticklish!” Underneath the headline is a picture of Bruce spitting out his water with a huge grin, with Dick’s fingers in his ribs and Dick’s own huge grin.

Bruce groans and then shouts a laugh as he feels Alfred’s fingers in his ribs.

“Alfrehed!” Bruce tries to sound admonishing, but he fails due to the laughter.

“Master Richard isn’t the only one who knows ticklish spots.”

It’s two days later when he’s with the League in the Cave. Everyone is suspiciously quiet as Bruce goes through some reports. Barry; however, is practically vibrating in his seat. Bruce doesn’t want to even look in the speedsters direction.

It’s another three minutes before it’s apparently too much for Barry and he shouts, “How the hell did we not know you were ticklish?!”

Clark snorts loudly, Diana smirks, Hal looks terrified, and Oliver looks like Christmas just came early.

Bruce is stunned for all of two seconds before he fixes his absolute best and scariest Batman face on his friends. And in his deepest, most terrifying Batman voice, says, “The first one to even think about it, will never be heard of, or from, again.”

Barry gulps, Hal seems to shrink, Ollie humphs in irritation, Diana is still smirking, and Clark simply raises an eyebrow. Bruce continues his report.

He feels safe a few hours later in the main living room with a book in his hand and a cup of tea next to him, but instantly regrets letting his guard down, even for an instant, and he curses Clark’s existence and laughs hysterically as his best friend is testing out every ticklish spot on his body. As soon as Clark finished, Bruce was going to enlist him in getting back at Dick. Hopefully Bruce could survive till then.

#submission #Omfg no one has ever submitted something before #This is so awesome #I love it so much #ticklish!bruce wayne #ticklish!brucewayne #ticklish!batman #Clark you little shit #Omfg #Marry me

[heehoighofoxijin]

Nose Blind

The following is a Br<3ken Colors fic I wrote based on an ask I sent that got answered. I've been itching to write it and I haven't until today. I also decided to do some art in MS Paint to go with it...because why not! So if you're interested...keep reading!

Metal pipe collided with my skull last night, and it knocked the whole world out from under my nose. It didn’t matter that you were defending yourself. Had you hit me anywhere else, I would’ve exercised some semblance of mercy. At least then I still would’ve been able to give you the liberty of a head-start before the chase. But darling, you’ve knocked my senses clean from under me—an unforgivable crime.

I was only trying to connect with you, honey. The loneliness that came over me that when the sun sank below the horizon was unbearable, and to expect me to endure that torture was the very same as the expectations I hold to you tonight. I would have preferred it if you kindly told me to leave. Now that you’ve destroyed everything I had to connect with the world, I feel it’s only right to return the favor.

Don’t cry now, sweetheart, because I’ve only just begun. This meadow is beautiful. If only I could smell it. You have that luxury, but you won’t for long. Drink it all in while you still can. The way the wind pushes the scent of the wildflowers towards your nose, how their incredible colors dance in the field, and how the trees rustle in the distance. Boy are you going to miss it all when all you can hear are your own screams.

The regret on your face won't save you now, my love. What’s done is done. If it’s any consolation, I raise my knife as a toast to your bravery. The goal may not have been to shatter my world into a million pieces, but your success in that department will not go unnoticed! I must admit to the courage and strength it takes to deal that much damage to my brain. You really sent me for a loop. For a moment I didn’t even process what had happened.

Was it really so hard to settle things peacefully with me, dear? Did you not hesitate to pick up the pipe when you saw me in your room? Where did you even get that thing anyway? And why? At what point did you stop loving me? What do you mean you never loved me? HA! That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told. If you didn’t love me, why were you so gentle with me? My nose never failed me until recently. I smelled no evil on you.

Now lift your head to the sky. Witness the shapes the stars make above you. Oh, how sweet it would have been to enjoy the scenery with you over a lovely picnic like I’d planned. Had you not made your mistake, darling, things could have been different. Open wide, now. I need to ensure you keep my name out of your dirty little mouth. I’ll strip you of your tongue so swiftly you won’t even have the chance to taste your own blood. Never loved me. How could you say such a thing?! Well, now you won’t be able to say anything. I hope you’re happy with yourself.

Ah, your eyes look at me with such judgment. But can you really blame me for this? You were the one who took it all away from me. All the color I saw in the world is nothing without the scent. Everything I once loved is blurry now without the one thing attaching me to them. Roses don’t even meet my eye anymore. All I see is red petals and thorns, tainted by blood from the mouth of the thief who stole my world from me. I laid pieces of my heart out for you! But you passed them up in favor of setting this field ablaze.

I bet you smell it now, don’t you? The gasoline. Here, let me give you a good whiff. You may as well be the one to check and make sure this is real. What a lovely, horrified face! I’ll take that as a good sign. I wonder if you’ll keep it up when I pour in down your nose.

You’re going to make a great ball of flame, you know. I bet your corpse will smell so horrid it’ll reach all the way to the heart of the city! And we’re pretty far out. It might take a day or two, but I’m sure somebody will find you. Maybe they’ll even feel bad. Personally, I won’t be able to find this place again. Without my sense of smell… Where did I put that matchbox?

There we go. What a flame! We could’ve danced this passionately, you know. We would have been perfect together if only you’d have listened to me when I tried to reason with you. If only you hadn’t picked up the pipe. If only you hadn’t tried to bash my head in. I have to say at least you tried to kill me. Unfortunately for you, your failed attempt led to your demise instead. Would it not have been easier for you to just love me back? Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Here, have some flowers from the field… Take them all, since you’re so fucking greedy.

Oh, hey DG. Steak? Sure. Don’t see why not. There’s a nice fire going here so you can cook yours. I'll try to at least enjoy the texture.

#br<3ken colors #damon #delivery guy #dg #fanfic #minors dni #mdni #minors do not interact #ive been thinking about this for weeks okay? #and i also have a softer version of this planned where Damon is just sick and MC helps him regain his senses #also yes the art was made in ms paint #the art took longer than the actual fic omg

[fincalinde]

For divergences, I'd love to hear your thoughts on scenarios where JGY gets away (and maybe comes back?)

Oh sure! This is something I've thought about a lot actually.

Part I: Run, Baby, Run

By all appearances JGY was intending to flee with SMS, a good chunk of his own loyal disciples, and the body of his mother. He was not planning to escape with his little bindle on a little rowboat and go solo. So we do need to consider two basic scenarios: a JGY who escapes with all the trappings (less MS), and a JGY who has to flee alone because his escape plan has gone that badly.

Let's say JGY's escape plan goes off more or less without a hitch in that he has a good cohort of disciples and some material means at his disposal. In theory it would not be particularly difficult for him to establish himself in Dongying even if he would have to be very careful in terms of what rumours might cross the sea about him and how he can play that. It's possible he'd use an alias, but he's got quite a lot of distinguishing characteristics (nationality, physical appearance) so I think it would be easier for him to sell a story of persecution.

His problem is that whatever the plan (and remember he's had to put this together within the space of a few days, though he has probably always had an escape hatch in mind), his last minute Burial Mounds scheme failed and the other clans are not decimated and too busy with their own problems to pursue him. They are intact and they are righteously outraged. Whether JGY has his disciples and his resources as planned, or whether he only has Hensheng and the clothes on his back, he has to keep running because the other clans are going to hunt him to the ends of the earth.

And yes, I do think LXC is going to be leading that hunt. He wants the full story and he wants to make sure justice is done if he was indeed wrong about JGY's character. Plus, of course, his very personal stakes in wanting to see JGY again. So I see this as a sort of race to catch JGY, with one of two outcomes: LXC gets there first, or JGY realises LXC is not going to get there first so he throws himself on LXC's mercy as a gambit.

Either way, Xiyao get their chance to really hash it out and LXC will get all of his answers and if not infinite time then more time to consider the full story (which, given the amount of information he has likely received at the temple, he has also had time to think about while on the hunt). LXC ends up in an impossible position but I don't see him turning JGY in. I can see LXC doing that and following through with the consequences (i.e. execution) immediately post-temple when he's still shell-shocked and there are others around to take over and limit his power to influence the outcome, but when the decision truly rests in his hands I do not believe he would kill JGY. Remember it took a lie from NHS in the immediate aftermath of the revelations to get him to do it in canon.

I think Xiyao would fake LXC killing JGY and part ways—LXC to go home and JGY to parts unknown. And I think they would both say all the right things about this being their final meeting. But I don't think either of them would believe that, and neither do I.

Part II: I'm Back, Baby

Of course JGY will come back. He wants to live so he had to run away, just as at other times he's had to flee or submit in order to survive, but it's always in the moment and he always keeps his eyes on the prize. So his comeback, to me, depends strongly on the state of the jianghu, which he absolutely will be monitoring from afar. And I'm sure he will also be planning various ways he can discredit the revelations about him and find another target. Like, oh, say, NHS?

It might take a long time, but in canon we get a good look at the state of affairs after JGY's death, and with JGY living in exile there wouldn't be a huge difference. The Nie are on the rise, the Jiang are trying to hold the Jin together, and the Lan are destabilised. Once the big hunt for JGY is over things will certainly settle down into the new, worse status quo under the auspices of NHS.

If JGY is out there alive somewhere, NHS has a very big problem. If JGY is alive out there and NHS thinks he is dead, NHS has an even bigger problem in that NHS himself is going to be dead within the near future at the hand of the assassins JGY sends after him. While I'm sure JGY would in theory enjoy taking NHS out personally, his pattern generally is to use third parties when it is safer and more effective. Maybe NHS suspects or believes JGY is still out there, but the only reason he was able to outplay JGY in canon is because JGY didn't even know there was a game going on. A JGY alert to NHS' true nature and intentions is a JGY who is going to outclass him.

So the way I see it, sooner or later NHS is gone and sooner or later the jianghu is in some kind of crisis that the mostly-weakened great clans cannot overcome and/or stabilise off their own backs. JGY's peaceful and prosperous reign is going to start looking better in hindsight. Maybe all that stuff they heard about him wasn't true? Yeah he married his sister but it sounds like it was an accident, and there were certainly fewer monsters and corpses wandering the countryside. Over time it is absolutely possible to shift the narrative—look what happens to WWX! He is still widely feared but he no longer has the entire population out for his blood. JGY is far more adept at playing the game than WWX and is more than capable of engineering a comeback once the stars align.

I like to imagine JGY showing up to rescue a jianghu in crisis, perhaps with cultivators at his back to win some crucial battle or take out some existential threat. He has his foot in the door and he can go from there. The SLYs of the world have no shame about retconning their own opinions, so he'll be fine there. I just like thinking about the moment when he and LXC lay eyes on each other again.

#ask #testblog-54 #jin guangyao #xiyao #roquen meta

[king-paimon]

Houseki no Kuni Chapter 98 Thoughts: In the eyes of the beholder....

Sorry for the long delay. I had a lot of important life stuff going on that needed my attention, so writing my thoughts on the newest chapter was a last priority. I actually wrote most of this post last month but things kept on popping up so I had to delay finishing this even more. Again, sorry for the delay. With that being said... Wow. Both to the chapter and the fandom’s initial reactions.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the fandom have such varying opinions about what happened in a new chapter. The main opinions I’ve seen the most thus far are fans not liking how the story progressed nor do they like the messages Ms. Ichikawa is seemingly projecting through Phos. It’s understandable why these fans feel this way. It’s also understandable why there are also fans who love the chapter and/or like Ms. Ichikawa’s interpretive message. It’s clear that this is one of those special chapters that are impacted by personal beliefs and interpretations. An “in the eyes of the beholder” chapter that doesn’t offer a clear cut answer for whether what happened in the chapter was good, bad, right, or wrong. To me, this is an interesting way of storytelling, though I can understand why this can be frustrating to some. I’ll try to talk about this further in this post.

The first thing I want to talk about is Phos, their prayer, and what I think it means.

BTW: This post is based on my own initial reaction to the chapter and everything that transpired in the fandom. Some thoughts I had hear may be different now after seeing some of the other posters’ thought and I’ll make sure to add them.

Phos’s prayer: Finally Free

This was the action many fans were hoping Phos wouldn’t do as a form of defiance again Aechmea and the others. And even in this chapter, Phos verbalized their anguish and desire for retribution, which I’m sure some of the fans would have liked to see. But in the end, that’s not what Phos did. They wished to join everyone in turning into nothingness and prayed.

I can understand why people are upset with the chapter. I’ll go more into this in the next section but I just wanted to mention how I’ve already seen a few posts talking about how upset they were with this chapter and the events leading to it, and I won’t say that what they are feeling is invalid. It’s a reasonable reaction.

For me, I will admit that part of me was not entirely pleased at first. Even though I had a feeling this was going to be the direction that it was going to go, I part of me did want to see Phos defy Aechmea and deny the prayer.

But I also realize that doing that wouldn’t solve anything. Phos and everyone else have been in varying states of limbo throughout the course of the story, and refusing the prayer would put everyone in another state of suffering limbo. Even if refusing prayer prevented everyone else from being free, as a form of retaliation, it would have prolonged Phos’s own suffering even longer and they’ve already suffered enough. Phos has had enough of that.

No more of that.

They are truly done with everything.

No more sadness, anger, hatred, or anything...

They don’t care.

Phos is choosing to let go.

They are choosing to be free. Of everything.

After the initial shock, Phos’s actions made more sense to me. Even if it means that Phos is giving Aechmea and the others what they want, this was Phos’s way out. Which leads me to my very hot take...

Forgiveness Vs Just Letting Go (Hot take!!)

I don’t see Phos’s final act as a show of “forgiveness”, “mercy,” or “being the bigger person” for the others, or at least not fully. This action feels like...some form of relief for Phos. It reminds me of this mentality of forgiving a wrongdoer, even though that person may have seriously hurt you. Some people do this as a way of showing kindness to the wrongdoer as part of their religious or personal beliefs. To take the moral high ground essentially. But I know some do it more so for themselves rather than the other person. The action of forgiveness in the later case, is a way of absolving oneself from the connection they would have to the wrongdoer. An action that frees oneself from eternalized torment that is intended or unintended by the other party. Affectively breaking the chains built by often justifiable anger and resentment.

To me, this was one of the main reasons why Phos chose to pray. By praying, Phos finally freeing themselves from the cycle of suffering by severing their tie to everyone and everything. Phos is letting go of all of the pain and hatred that once drove their actions. Phos is letting go of the negativity that they once harbored towards others and themselves. They prayed for the others so they can be free. Yes, it means that Aechmea got what he wanted in the end, but that doesn’t matter to Phos anymore. They don’t care.

This form of “forgiveness” is one that I’m very familiar with and its a mentality that I sometimes find myself conflicted with, especially if the forgiver ends up getting hurt more as a result. I can understand why some people choose to forgive for this reason, though there are circumstances where I can’t really agree with their logic. But in the end, it’s up to personal views on the concept of forgiveness.

I’m wondering if this belief is also connected to Buddhism teachings, but since I don’t know enough about this, I won’t go into it much further and leave it to people who know more than I.

Long story short for this section, I’m essentially saying that while Phos did do the prayer, I think Phos did it more so for themselves than everyone else. Yes, Phos’s actions show that they’ve taken the moral high ground but as far as I can see, that’s not their motivation. They are freeing themselves from this cycle of pain and hatred towards others and themselves.

Perhaps this action is Phos’s way of ending the cycle. "The Burning the bridge” request from the nihilistic Professor during her last moments. Maybe it’s up to interpretation. Speaking of which...

Good or Bad Story Telling?: A Fandom Conflicted

When I first saw the leaks, I had the feeling that fans weren’t going to be happy. After several days since the translation, this was proven correct. Like I said at the top of this post, I totally understand. And I can even understand why some fans are discrediting Ms. Ichikawa for how she progressed her story. Now, while I can still understand these feelings, I can’t. Not yet anyway.

One thing that I found interesting was how I saw a few posts from people still hoping Phos would still seek revenge against everyone after everything they went through. And yeah, I can see the appeal. It sounds nice and poetic. 

But... I think it’s been made clear that this isn’t the type of story Ms. Ichikawa intended to convey. From what I can see, Ichikawa showed how that the violent type of vengeance can only go so far and while the feeling it would bring to Phos/audience feels good and cathartic... it’s only temporary and it doesn’t solve anything.

So as satisfying as it would been to see Phos cause some kind of damage to Aechmea or the other human remnants, this would just continue to feed into the cycle of pain and self-hatred Phos was in and it wouldn’t end. Yes, the others would have suffered to an extent, but would it have been worth it if it meant Phos’s suffering had to continue? To me, that would have been pointless. I understand if you don’t agree with this sentiment; this is just how I’m trying to rationalize this part of the story. I could be completely wrong and I’d love to hear your thoughts about this.

Other than that, the dissatisfaction many fans have felt is very apparent. Again, their reasons and feelings are valid, including how some felt that the other characters were getting rewarded thanks to Phos’s sacrifice and mistreatment. But what did surprise me was how there were a good number of fans who loved the chapter! They too had very good reasons for doing so. Like I said at the top, seeing these differing opinions fascinated me as much as the chapter itself did.

I think this chapter, as well as the overall direction the story has taken, just shows how atypical this author is when it comes to her story-telling. This is not a typical action or “shounen/shoujo” story where things are clear black and white and the hero gets the best imagined ending. From start to finish, this story was filled with characters in varying shades of gray and all have committed acts that can easily change how the reader sees them; though I think many can agree that Aechmea belongs on the far dark side. It really shows how Ms. Ichikawa does a pretty good job creating a divisive story, which can be very difficult to do and I commend her for that at least. 

HOWEVER, this positive view of her storytelling style greatly depends if this was her intention or not. Since it seems that the next update may be the last, I want to reserve my true final judgement by then and since it looks like it’ll be a while until then, I have plenty of time to really think about it.

Side Note: I also remember seeing a few posts from fans who were in complete denial about what happened and were either claiming it was a dream sequence or were holding hope that the author was going to do another twist that would lead to Phos taking vengeance again. Sorry guys... it did happen. But if by some weird chance this chapter was a dream...then I would rethink Ms. Ichikawa’s writing, because that would be straight out cop out. I’d be so disappointed if this happens.

Now, despite my fascination of this chapter and the fandom’s split response to it, there are some things that weren’t clear that did bug me...

Personal Criticisms and Inquiries

While I’m with the few people who don’t hate this chapter and story’s direction in general, there are still some things that are not addressed that leave me not satisfied. If anyone has answers to these or their own interpretation of an answer, please feel free to comment because I would love to hear them.

Adamant’s and Aechmea’s so-called “Gift” for Phos: 

What exactly was Aechmea's and Adamant’s solution to Euclase’ request in chapter 96? Was it having everyone appear to them in their enlightened form?

Everyone’s knowledge of what’s happening: 

Was everyone aware of why they were there? I know Aechmea, Adamant, and a few of the gems were aware. But what about everyone else, including the Admirabilis? Did they know that they were going to Phos so that they could pray for them? It seemed like this is the case but part of me isn’t sure...

Adamant: Despite the rollercoaster of conflicting emotions Ms. Ichikawa has made me go through when it came to this character, I still wanted to believe in him. Believe that he had something planned that even Aechmea couldn’t predict. But I’m left asking myself...what was it?

Was there a plan? Was Adamant following through the Professors last command? Was what transpired in this chapter part of the plan? Or...was all of this wishful thinking? I still don’t know.

Lastly, I’ve stated in previous posts how I felt the pacing in these last few chapters felt oddly fast. Some of you gave your opinions on what I wrote about this and you guys made some solid arguments. After reading this chapter, I guess I don’t feel like it’s as rushed anymore, but it seems clear to me that Ms. Ichikawa is about ready to end this story.

How will this all end?

I have no clue. After everything that we’ve seen thus far, I can’t fathom how this story will end. And you know what? I’m glad. Surprise me in a good way. 

I’m positive many fans have mentally checked out of the story now because of this latest chapter and I can’t blame them. But regardless, I said I was going to stick to it till the bitter end and I fully intend on doing so. Because despite my personal grievances with the story and even the author, I still enjoyed it a lot. And I enjoyed being in the fandom, even when I didn’t agree with the majority when it came to the story and characters.

I want to see how this ends, regardless if it ends beautifully or crashes and burns. 

And unlike before, I’m no longer worried about what’s to come.

Lay it in me, Ms. Ichikawa. You monster.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #HNK #LOTL #hnk thoughts #hnk phosphophyllite #hnk phos #lotl spoilers #enlightenment #buddhism #personal thoughts #hnk spoiler #hnk manga #hnk adamant #hnk aechmea #haruko ichikawa #long post #hnk chapter 98 #hnk chapter 97 #hnk sensei #hnk theories #Story Predictions #hnk spoilers #houseki no kuni spoilers

[smartycvnt]

Safe

Title: Safe Pairing: Grace Muncy x Reader Prompt: 4. "I know I'm not who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here." R WC: 1759

The attacks on the heirs of New York's elite had been all over the news. Grace's heart raced every single time that there was a new one in fear. There had already been some attacks on members of the Y/l/n family, and Grace prayed that Y/n wouldn't be one of them. Just like Grace prayed that whenever the NYPD started to act as security details to protect anybody who requested it, she wouldn't get Y/n. Grace's luck had run out with you not being attacked it seemed, because the day that her results for her new training course came in, she was assigned to a very familiar address for her first shift as security detail.

Grace felt like she was 16 again as she stood outside of Y/n's apartment building. Her heart beat with the same excitement that it had whenever she was younger, but now there was guilt clouding her thoughts. This could have been her home, and for a time, it had been. Y/n had offered Grace everything that she couldn't have in Queens and then some, but Grace had thrown it all back in her face. They had been good before Grace got insecure, not that Grace had expected her teenage love affair to last forever. There was no doubt in her mind that Y/n had expected it to, she had been far too innocent for her own good.

"Detective Muncy, about time that you showed up." Grace didn't have to see behind the large officer guarding Y/n's front door to know that Y/n's interest was piqued by Grace's name. Grace hadn't met many other people with her last name that weren't related to her. She also knew that Y/n was fully aware that Grace's brother wasn't old enough to join the force just yet, not that Grace would have let him even try to. "Since you are the lady on detail, you'll be staying in the apartment overnight. You are to go everywhere with Ms. Y/l/n except for the bathroom."

"Sir, yes, sir," Grace said with a salute. The officer moved aside and Grace gingerly entered the apartment. It was decorated differently than what Grace had remembered. It was fully Y/n's, and not just a spare apartment that her family owned in the city. The apartment wasn't much bigger than the little house that Grace owned in Queens, but it cost at least five times as much. Grace wondered how things would have worked out if her mother hadn't taken a turn for the worse whenever she had. Grace knew that her brother would have loved this place. Her family would have had some trouble getting past where she came from, but they would have loved Y/n too.

"Alright ladies, it'll be just the two of you for an hour or so until the rest of the detail gets here." Grace watched the door shut like it was sealing her into the tomb where she'd spend the rest of eternity. Y/n hadn't moved from the couch where she was pretending to read through some book. Grace smiled as she walked over towards an end table and picked up a picture from the game where they had first met each other. Grace remembered the night fondly, especially since it was the first time her school's basketball team won one of the "mercy games" that they played against bigger, better schools like Y/n's.

"Can you not touch my stuff?" Y/n snapped at Grace. It was going to be a long night for the two of them, but it wasn't anything that Grace didn't think she deserved. She had left things in a terrible place with Y/n, all of it of her own making. She had broken Y/n's heart because she got scared, and then blamed all of it on Y/n. At the time, Y/n had accepted the blame, but Grace doubted that was still the case.

"My bad," Grace mumbled. Y/n knew that she was playing a dangerous game with Grace. The smaller woman was prone to lashing out whenever she was upset, but Y/n also couldn't care less. If she could make Grace walk out of that apartment before her shift was over, Y/n would count the night as a success. Y/n wanted to put Grace through just a fraction of what Grace had put her through, but Y/n wasn't sure if she had it in her to break Grace's heart like that. "Look, I didn't plan for this. I honestly thought I'd just have to stand outside of some building for a couple of hours."

"You still can. I'd take one of those Jersey Shore rejects in my room while I sleep over you," Y/n said. Grace's face fell as she turned away. The movement wasn't quick enough for Y/n to miss the frown as she sat back down on the couch. Immediately, Y/n felt guilty for upsetting Grace. She'd rather the woman just blow up than genuinely hurt her feelings. It was stupid, but Y/n knew that she was still in love with Grace Muncy. "You don't have to stand there all night, you can sit down."

"I'm not supposed to touch your stuff." Grace looked proud of herself for that little quip. She had always felt less-than around Y/n, so to get something off so quickly with Y/n was a big deal to Grace. "Your words, ma'am."

"Do you get off on being an asshole or something?" Y/n asked. Grace's annoyance was clear as day on her face. Y/n was glad that she hadn't grown out of that habit. The woman still had a terrible poker face.

"I am not the asshole here," Grace started to raise her voice. She caught herself just before it turned into full-on yelling, but she had gotten close.

"The way you left things between us, you'll always be the asshole. I begged you not to leave me. I offered to give up everything that I had ever wanted so that you'd stay with me, and you just fucking left. I spent years trying to figure out what the hell you meant when you said that you couldn't be with someone like me Grace. I still don't know if it was the money or the fact that you've got your head buried so deep in the closet that you didn't realize it was made of fucking glass," Y/n spat out. All of the anger and vitriol that Y/n had been holding in for years came spilling out. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders as she got up and marched into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and buried herself underneath her pillows and blankets in bed. It had been exhausting to be so angry, and Y/n felt like she needed to rest after blowing up like that.

Silence filled the apartment as Grace and Y/n both sulked in their separate areas. Y/n shut herself into her bedroom with no intention of coming back out until Grace left in the morning. She would resign herself to her bedroom each night like that if she had to. Y/n was in the middle of plotting out her new nighttime routine whenever she heard a loud crash and several gunshots ring out throughout her apartment. Y/n had never been a brave person, but in that moment, she ignored every bit of fear for her own life to run out and check on Grace.

"Oh my god!" Y/n exclaimed as she stared down at the two bodies on the floor of her apartment. Grace laid against the back of Y/n's couch with her hand pressing down on the gunshot wound to her stomach. Across from her by the door was a man with blood pouring from his head. Y/n felt sick to her stomach as she looked between the two of them. Bile was rising up her throat as she dialed 911 to call it in. Y/n's hands were shaking as she sat next to Grace and tried to help applying pressure to the wound. Y/n didn't think that she could have been any more afraid than she was in that moment.

The next few hours of Y/n's life were nothing but a blur. It was like every cop in New York City was trying to question her while the doctors gave vague updates on Grace's condition. She hated the idea of Grace dying angry with her, despite the fact that she had fully been prepared for the two of them to never see each other again before that night. It was nearly midnight before Y/n was allowed back into Grace's room to stay with her. Y/n was certain that Grace wouldn't want to see her, but Y/n didn't want Grace to wake up all alone after being shot. She was fully prepared to sit there and wait all night for Grace to wake up, but Grace was already awake whenever Y/n walked in there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Grace asked without any real bite to her voice. It was a little rougher and weaker than it usually was, but Y/n supposed that was probably normal after getting shot in the stomach.

"I know I'm not who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here," Y/n said softly as she moved to sit down next to Grace's bed. "I can't leave you here all by yourself after you took a bullet for me. You almost gave your life for mine, and that means something to me Gracey."

"Well, I'm safe now, so you don't have to worry about me," Grace muttered. Y/n reached her hand out as a peace offering towards Grace, who apprehensively took it. "Do you think that maybe this can make up for me leaving you?"

"Yeah, it more than makes up for that. I won't mention it if you promise to stay safe," Y/n said.

"What do I have to do to get a second chance?" Grace asked hopefully. Y/n pretended to think it over before she leaned over and pressed a kiss to Grace's cheek.

"You never really had to do anything for a second chance. I've been waiting for years for you to take me back," Y/n admitted.

#my writing #one shot #svu x reader #law & order x reader #svu #law & order #law and order x reader #law and order #grace muncy x reader #grace muncy

[bunnyloaves]

thinking about hickey n crozier hours

the thing is, francis made a very convenient enemy out of hickey. Like here is a guy who is not really liked, kinda disliked let's be real but then you made a martyr/victim/scapegoat out of him, and that my dudes is a very convenient leader for a mutiny. You’ve made for yourself a beaten down figure who will then usurp the titan, very convenient. Like lets be real i don’t think the other crewmen particularly liked hickey, but by singling him out, francis only managed to exacerbate the class/social strata divides among all of them. And i think thats pretty neat, how in his worse moments francis is vv explicitly like the distant captain dishing out arbitrary corporal punishments to presumptuous people, and he’s all that before he takes on the team dad, being so deeply responsible for every single man’s well being, loving his men more than god loves them kind of mindset.

and by god did he love those cold boys, like it's pretty sweet how he takes on a fatherly role at the end of it. not leaving a single man behind, letting them carry signifiers of their own home/humanity/britishness even though at the time it would be unnecessary baggage (but they’ve already shed so much of their constructs/mores/conventions that asking them to shed those signifiers of identity would be heartbreaking) and he literally does love them more than god does and that love is francis’ own undoing (love that we’re hammering in the god/father themes in here). on a similar thread the fact that francis is generally a source of absolution/forgiveness for the other characters (ie. hartnell with the whole you may go rest with your brother, he kinda takes on this permissor/grantor role which imo makes him more nebulous than he really is. like in the midst of his own present existence, he’s already nebulized and mythologized to take on the “mute/reservoir of all histories/receptacle of grief, of names, of everyone else’s memory” role he takes later on). another bit of ‘forgiveness’ is the fact that he feels like he can forgive the crewmen of their crimes/animosity/their mutiny (since he’s the one that put them up to it in the first place, but it also speaks to his self-sacrificing/effacing nature (ie. that he’d take on the shame of organising a mutiny against sir john/and leaving his own post if it meant that he’d be able to seek rescue for the men)).

ok back to feeling like he can forgive the crew for the crimes and offer them absolution, like that is so O____O to me, like hello what makes you think that ur the one meant to offer forgiveness and absolution, does he not deem himself worthy of blame either in that he can forgive others but still carries the guilt/baggage of bringing them all here within himself. And that’s what i find so interesting about hickey, is that he sees through it and challenges him about it all, like they both bring out the intrinsic worst out of each other and its great imo. like francis can forgive every other man of the crew for their cannibalism, for their mutiny (is vv willing to be the prodigal son's father with the mutineers, in that they leave a stock/cache for them once they return and its a stock meant as an offering of peace and goodwill) but i love the fact that despite this broad (and imo abstract) sense of forgiveness (to everyone else), he is just so weary and unforgiving and critical of hickey (like yass girl u are the least special girl out of all of them, you are so delulu rn)

tl;dr: like what i think is so neat about them, is that you can posit francis as this father/god/arbitrator among them and hickey is just like the one exception to that man’s mercy and sympathies, like hickey is distinctly treated with more disdain and cruelty than everyone else (rightfully so, he's a sleazy guy) but i think he just wants to be in someone else’s good graces for once (in the sense of nobody ever wanted anything out of him, or ig not necessarily good graces and wanting dad’s m&ms but more of him wanting to be equals with something greater than measly human, ie. bear, or at least he thinks he's par with someone who is great/has status (which he throughly lacked), ie. captain)

#the terror #terrorposting #hickeycrozier hours #i dont like even think of them in that way #like they are just textually intertwined TO ME and im baffled at how little content there is about them #like ok a good portion of its appeal is its whole sense of enmity bUT thats like brainrot free real estate #squeaks into the void

[meekmedea]

Lex Luthor

“Kon, you left her alone with Luthor?! Of all people, you thought he was the best choice?” Tim is on the verge of pulling his hair out. 

“Hey! What is that supposed to mean?” 

`

“Didn’t he unleash killer robots in Metropolis last week?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, Dad is good with kids. ”

`

“Kon…” Tim stares pleadingly at his partner. “I love you so much, but Bruce is going to kill me.”

“Tim, I think you’re reading into this too much. It’s fine. And it’s not like Dad forced her into plans for world domination. He didn’t with me. Mercy assured me that she’d keep an eye out on them too.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

~~~

“Your youngest daughter is charming, you should bring her along to the next gala,” says Lex offhandedly mid-conversation. 

The glass in Bruce’s hands almost shatters from the shock. What? Since when?

“A bright child, you must be very proud of her.”

“Yes, yes,” he says dazedly. Did Medea acquire another supervillian as a tutor and neglect to tell him?

`

The conversation bounces in his mind and he passes through the rest of the gala in a daze. The drive back to Gotham goes by in a blur. 

“Medea. You know I love you very much, right?” he says, the moment he sees her back at the manor. 

She gives him a strange look. “Dad? Is everything alright?”

“And we’ve had conversations about not keeping secrets,” he continues. “You’d tell me if you acquired another tutor on your terms, right?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Well, there is something.”

“What happened?” He sits down next to her. "I promise I won't be mad.”

“Look, I know I didn’t do well on my last quiz, but I promise, I’ll do better on the next one,” she says earnestly. “Tim’s been helping me already.”

“Wait what? No, I meant Lex Luthor.”

A puzzled look appears on her face. “What about Lex? Why would he be tutoring me?”

This time it’s his turn to be flustered. “Well…I…” He flounders for words. “Nevermind that, but why does Lex Luthor think you’re so charming? I wasn’t aware you had met.”

`

“Oh. He sort of babysat me a few times.”

“What? When?” His eyebrows go higher and higher as Medea lists the various times. All which corresponded to Justice League emergencies or ones for the Titans. “And he hasn’t–” he trails off weakly. 

She shook her head. “He’s quite nice.”

`

Lex Luthor, nice. They don’t really belong together.  Bruce doesn’t voice that out loud, instead, he says, “Really?”

“Yeah.” As if unsure what to say at the silence between them, she adds, “Did you know he wanted to run for president?”

“I don’t think he’d be a good fit.”

Medea hummed in approval. “I know, I told him the same. He’s nice and all that, but it doesn’t really seem like he’s a good fit. Personally, I think Ms. Talia could do the best job.”

`

“I could see that.” And he did. Talia had always a knack for managing and directing things. 

“Lex thinks so too.”

~~~~

It seems harmless and after a visit or two as Batman, Bruce gets enough reassurance that Lex has no dastardly plans to harm Medea or to involve her in his plans. 

For such a ruthless businessman, he seemed the opposite when dealing with children. Bruce supposed that everyone had their sides that they hid away from work. 

`

So he didn’t think too much of it. And he does bring Medea along to the next gala that Lex attends.

There may have also been a precedent with Wilson. Loathe as he is to say it, he thinks he can imagine Talia’s voice if she caught wind of him not allowing either to interact. “You’re burning bridges, Beloved.”

`

Though he wonders if he should have kept a closer eye on Lex when Medea corrects him. “That’s only phase one,” she mutters, passing the gauze to Alfred. “The other parts get a lot better.”

The others exchanged a glance – confused, puzzled and shocked.

“Medea?” he says carefully. “What do you mean just phase one?” He took back everything he thought about Luthor not involving her in his plans for world domination.

She glanced up to send him a look that seemed to ask why he didn’t understand. “Because it is?”

“Please explain.”

`

What follows was a plan so convoluted that only Lex could have come up with it. Bruce doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh at the fact that Medea is able to follow along. 

It almost makes….makes Luthor sound like a hero of sorts. An anti-hero perhaps. 

`

“So you’re telling me that he has all these evil plans…that will end with city destruction,” says Stephanie slowly. 

Medea nodded. 

“The places destroyed are deep in corruption.”

“Yep.”

“And because his confrontations with Clark always end with destruction, the city is forced to look into the matter and start anew.”

“Exactly. It’s like…” Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to think of the word. Medea snaps her finger when it comes to her. “Like charity work. Yes, that’s what he said.”

`

“Charity work,” echoes Tim in astonishment. “Charity work.”

“Is it bad that I kind of support this?” says Stephanie. “Bruce, why don’t you do this?”

#reverse robins au #female jason todd #jason todd #bruce wayne #kon el kent #tim drake #lex luthor #stephanie brown #your (not-so) typical school day au

[docholligay]

The Youths want to know what f/f couples you would put in a March Madness-esque bracket. It is specifically couples not individuals, there is a similar Yaoi bracket going on right now. Competitors do not have to be anime thats just what its called, and they do not need to be canon either. You can have multiple competitors from the same fandom but try to keep it balanced

Boy am I the wrong person to bring this question to ahaha. I am the MARIANAS TRENCH of yuri couples. I love VERY DEEPLY, but not broadly. I don’t skip around in my interests and my ships! There are only a handful of f/f couples, of couples at all, really, that I would say I care about in any meaningful way. Even properties I really enjoy, a lot of the time, it isn’t about the lesbian pairing for me. That’s why I often ask if people want me to watch a show because it is TRULY GOOD, or because lesbians appear. I’m an old married lesbian. I have a fair amount of married lesbian friends. I enjoy having them! I don’t need to go to fiction to find the reality that lesbians can exist and have relationships. 

BUT, if we are setting up this bracket. 

Harumichi will win every time. 

Because if I’m taking this as i understand it, it’s not about how I feel about any individual character in a couple, but how I feel about the couple as its own character, how their romantic relationship moves in its own way and affects them both and the people around them in its own way. For me, harumichi is the slam dunk for that. I am very very fond of Reinako, but I think of rei and Minako as two interesting and independent people hwo happen to end up together and if they didn’t, well, that would also be fine. I love them as a couple but it doesn’t feel like its own force of nature for me the way harumichi does. In the same way i adore Lena, she is one of favorite characters of all time, but she is essentially fully formed when she and emily get together and while they make each other happy and their relationship is lovely in the light of all that, and I enjoy writing it, it’s not the same. 

I would probably place Pharah/Mercy in my slot two, but it’s mostly being carried by the fact that I think of Fareeha as being a huge mess in her very own way before she meets Angela, and even then it’s not just Angela’s love that changes her and moves her, it’s the family and camaraderie and very real love she finds within the new OW she helps create. It’s her CHOOSING to be better, as well, and I won’t take that from her and give it all to Angela. (While I absolutely WILL take that from Ms. Michiru Kaioh.) 

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, the best I could come up with would be an elite eight: 

harumichi

pharah/mercy

reinako

lena/emily

lena/amelie (mostly for the horrific potential) 

Okay i realize that is five, but as I sit here thinking about it…as far as relationships run this is the small handful that I really feel in my bones. There are relationships I really do like and often include, and very much consider my canon (Seiya/Usagi, Hana/Brigitte) and there are relatkionships I am fine with and am happy enough to include but its whatever (Makoami, Amelie/Sombra) but only a very small handful would I say belong on a greatest list in my heart at all. 

Also, I’m not an ANTI-romance writer by any stretch of the imagination, but I wouldn’t say it’s a focus of what I write, either. I love to write romantic relationships! I think they are great, this is not at all me going “why can’t anyone write about friendshiiiiiiip??” i just in fact, do that. Because I love how Mina and Mcihiru chip away at each other as much as I love how Michiru would die, or kill, whichever is fine, for Haruka. I love that Angela teaches Fareeha that there is safety in love but I also want to see that reflected in the ways she and Lena play off each other. I think Haruka’s death is a tragedy for Mina as much as it is for Michiru. I think Lena’s great love for Winston is as moving as hers for Emily. 

I’m more interested the art that people are in the reflections of all the people who love them. We are all kaleidoscopes, and one mirror can’t make that. 

So i’m just not the right person to ask about all this. 

But, you may say, Holligay you are way fucking overthinking this, all I meant was if you had any perspective as an old as to the couples you’d put on a fucking bracket for other people jesus Christ why is everything a fucking Annie Dillard essay with you. Okay, fair. 

For the sake of brevity let’s call it a sweet sixteen, knowing that this is colored by my age and my exposure. These aren’t listed in any kind of order and it should be noted that plenty of these are couples I don’t like particularly or don’t care about, just what I think might rightly BE on a best of list. 

Harumichi

Xena/Gabrielle

Willow/Whatever the name of her girlfriend is, I can’t remember

Utena/Anthy

Catra/Adora

Cagney/Lacey

Korra/the other one, you who know who I mean

Lena/Kara

Harley/Ivy 

Eve/Villanelle

Ruby/Sapphire

Did people ship Elphaba and Glinda? I feel like they MUST have. Though I just googled Elphaba slashfic and it was inconclusive. The kids today don’t say slashfic, do they? I’m old

Pharah/Mercy

Bette/Tina

Santana/Brittany

Me/A bowl of soup

I don’t know who would reign triumphant, it would depend on how we were voting. I mean if I put it on tumblr it would be one of the contemporary couples like Korra and whoever she is, but I don’t know that I think that’s fair to the sheer historical value of, say, Xena and Gabrielle, or even, though Glee became a joke, the way Santana and Brittany were at the time. It’s hard to evaluate things that bridge something like what, forty years on this list? But this is what I would put it out as, if I had to do it right now, gun to my head

#This was not as good as the original answer but please be kind and tell me it was worth it

[cinamun]

Sooo…the vote? 👀

Also, yaaaassss for HoJay adulting and fixing their problems 🥳 we love open and honest communication. As seen here, it’s very rewarding to just talk to your partner.

Aaliyah…as we say so often to our good sis Mercy…you in danger girl. “I hate you” after sex is famous last words. And in your best friends place of business??? I know there’s cameras and if there isn’t I just KNOW Kenji can’t wait to kiss and tell in the most inappropriate moment he can’t find. Whew the drama coming behind that.

Speaking of Ms. Mercy…she’s been mighty quiet 👀.

SIS!! Okay so I will explain the vote in detail in a little bit but want you to know that y'all determined (ok helped ME determine) this outcome so thank you. We love audience participation!

Just talk and BE HONEST! I know it was hard as hell to admit to someone you love that you're attracted to someone else. Sis couldn't even stay at work, she didn't know where she was going but she had to get out of there (insert confused Mr. Krabs). But she told him and that's all that matters, and I got straight teary-eyed when Jay with his ironed shirt came walking out behind her. Bro said "yes you can" and I-......

"I hate you" is indeed famous last words because Kenji is dangerous and she knows it lmfaoooooooo any man that can do THAT?

Be strong Aaliyah... you gotta represent this dude yo.

Mercy um.... stay tuned pls.

#story stuff

[footnoteinhistory]

Hey gamer 🫡

I’m not done with my movie week yet but I’m at 3/5 and I’ve gotta get my thoughts out before I forget them. I’ve watched Love & Mercy, The Boat That Rocked, and the Vanishing:

Love & Mercy: I liked it! I’ve never been a huge Beach Boys fan, I love a few of their songs but mostly know their “surfing cars california” era. I knew they got more experimental and profound later on, but I saw their later work as…. kind of an “also ran” next to the Beatles. This movie’s studio scenes exploring the recording process have really opened me up to a new perspective on some of these songs. And oh my god was Paul Dano great in the role.

I would complain that the plot was kind of free-floating… the Landy situation felt compressed and too-easily resolved, and the flashbacks seemed more historical than narrative. But plot aside, it’s nice just to have the window into Brian Wilson’s life. (And it’s not 1:1… but his mental state in adulthood hits close to home for me. Very emotional movie)

I listened to a lot of Beach Boys the next day… I’m sorry to say Pet Sounds still doesn’t quite land for me. Even the BB’s most avant-garde songs are so quintessentially Cheesy Sixties. I’ll always just be a Beatles freak 😔

The Boat That Rocked: Ms. InHistory I am not exaggerating at all when I say this is my favorite movie ever. It’s so cozy and funny and has so much heart… I really can’t put it into words. Surely nobody could watch this movie and not yearn to live on Radio Rock themselves?*

Mr. Hoffman was great, right off the bat w/ the title sequence he’s just cool. Maybe not as cool as Bill Nighy’s character…… My favorite gags were Bob’s introduction and every Thick Kevin scene.

*or maybe other people just haven’t harbored a deep, unfulfilled love for the sea and sailing as long as they can remember. Who knows.

The Vanishing: Interesting. Good movie. It’s definitely going to become one of my “oh, you should watch” films. It doesn’t leave you with any questions, and it didn’t leave me with any observations to make………..

Thank you so much for the recommendations! I never would have run into these movies on my own, and they’re exactly what I hoped they would be. I’m really having fun.

I’m on to A Late Quartet as soon as I can work out where to watch it 🫡

I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed these!! My biggest fear is giving terrible recommendations and wasting people’s time, so yayyy glad I’ve done okay!

Love and Mercy: I was in a similar boat as you—didn’t know/listen to much of The Beach Boys, but spent the next day with Pet Sounds and a lot of Brian’s stuff! The film was SO emotional for me too. I had a friend who loved The Beach Boys and struggled with the same mental health challenges as Brian. They died three years ago and idk, seeing Brian get real help and create his art and grow old and be happy (that live performance during the credits 😭) just really got to me, missing them and wishing we could talk about it. Oh Paul Dano is incredible.

The Boat That Rocked: I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT!!! Despite several faults, it is so much FUN! The Count is one of my favorite PSH characters ever, if I was forced to choose I might say he is THE favorite. One of the best set stories is from the actor who played Midnight Bob, who said everyone in the cast was constantly competing to see who could make Phil laugh the most :) Best soundtrack ever and I’ve spent hours (if not days and weeks) daydreaming about living on that boat.

Apparently director Richard Curtis made a five-hour cut. It’s my dying wish to see it someday

(Did you watch the U.S. release or the UK/Euro release? The European one is maybe 10-15 minutes longer and most importantly has a scene with Phil dressed up as Santa)

The Vanishing: “It doesn’t leave you with any questions, and it didn’t leave me with any observations to make” true!!!! Very straightforward—it just made me feel so so so scared (and claustrophobic). To connect it with the 60s music theme of the other two films, I’ll quote Marmalade’s 1969 hit: “The world is a bad place, a bad place, a terrible place to live.”

#my first instinct was to say ‘you can borrow my DVD of A Late Quartet!’ before I realized that’s probably impractical #pepsinister #ask #movies