#friends don't let friends analyze characters drunk

[icebear4president]

Short angst fic I wrote in an hour!

Characters: Canada and America

Word count: 903

"He never loved me."

Matthew eyed the empty bottles thrown haphazardly across the room, and back again to his brother slumped against the wall. It was an unusual sight to say the least. Alfred didn't get drunk. Or least to the point where he was barely functioning. He had always been the more paranoid of the two, the one who talked about the dangers of letting his guard down.

It was sad in a way, really.

“He likes me, sure," Alfred continued, talking more to himself than anyone else. Matthew wasn't even sure he knew he was there. "Likes who I am, likes the man I turned out to be. Likes the idea of me as a son."

Matthew's eyebrows shot up in surprise at that. He thought his brother was talking about a friend, a lover maybe. Not...this.

"I think he liked raising me. I think he liked-" Alfred sighed, banging his head against the wall. "Liked the earlier days, being my big brother, liked how it felt not having to be alone anymore. Having someone to take care of, you know? I think he liked the thought of saving me from the same loneliness he felt or some other bullshit excuse like that."

Alfred nudged a piece of glass on the floor, idly swishing the liquid in his bottle back and forth. "I think he needs me, but I don't think he loves me."

What was the right response to that? 'Sorry you feel like that' or 'Grow up and stop whining about the past'? Both sounded right and horribly wrong at the same time. This was something deeper, deeper than Matthew could possibly understand He wasn't really sure how he felt about that.

Another thing Alfred and Arthur shared that he would never get to be a part of.

As for now, the only thing Matthew could really think was 'holy shit'. He'd always known Arthur hadn't really cared about him, or at least loved him deep enough, in a way that never had to have excuses for it to be known. But he'd thought...he'd thought if Arthur could find it in his heart to ever love anyone, that, well, it would be Alfred.

"But I can't hate him," Alfred said. "I mean, I love him. He's my dad. But he doesn't, doesn't, love me back."

Alfred finally looked up at Matthew, eyes glazed over, but still analyzing Matthew in a way that made him squirm. "Don't think he ever loved me back, but you. I think he loved you at some point. Maybe still does. You're Matthew after all. Sweet, wonderful, perfect Matthew, the golden child," Alfred spat. "Everyone loves you, and they hate me."

And suddenly Matthew's throat was so painfully constricted, he briefly wondered if he swallowed glass. It was unsettling seeing his brother look at him with so much anger, borderline hate. Except that wasn't right, it was Matthew who should be angry, not the other way around. Alfred didn't have that right. Alfred who had everything.

Right?

Ignoring his brother's internal turmoil, Alfred continued his rant no longer paying attention to him. "He loved that damned pedal stool, the one he put me on, show me off to the world as his best creation." Bitter smile hard with empty amusement, he raised a half-empty bottle. "Alfred Kirkland, best damn soldier there ever was."

Matthew wanted to sock him in the jaw, or flat out run away. He did neither.

Alfred tried to take another swig, but his hands didn't seem to want to cooperate with each other, and he fumbled with both hands until he dropped the bottle altogether. It was sad, really, to see him reduced to this.

And Matthew watched, helplessly, as his little brother started to cry.

"I just don't get it, Mattie." Alfred rubbed a hand against his eyes in an attempt to stop the tears. “Why doesn't he love me? What did I do wrong?"

Alfred was much, much too out of it to care about platitudes, which was a small mercy since Matthew had none to give. So instead, he sat on the floor besides his brother. And before he could even attempt the hesitantly reach out with an awkward one-armed hug, Alfred tipped over and slumped against him, clumsily grabbing at his jacket.

"I love you, Mattie," Alfred muttered into the fabric. "Love you so, so much, and I'm sorry Arthur doesn't love us."

Matthew wrapped his arms around him in what had to be the weakest, shittiest hug ever. He couldn't even remember a time when they'd properly hugged each other. They were more the type to insult each other, hit each other, or maybe awkwardly say they loved each other before conveniently having to leave at the same time.

"Hey," Alfred said, face brightening. "At least you got other people who love you. Got the whole world. Lucky, lucky you." He chuckled. "You're not the only one who wants to switch places."

Matthew choked on a laugh-sob. "Sure, Al, if you say so."

Alfred looked troubled for all of three seconds before he forgot his train of thought completely. "This jacket makes you comfy. Like a comfy leather couch. I'm gonna take a nap and you can't stop me."

"Okay," Matthew said, for lack of a better response.

It was only after he heard his brother's soft breathing that he let himself begin to cry.

#hetalia #hws america #hws canada #na bros #na brothers

[dropthedemiurge]

Why Kawi is so Ace-coded (and anxious)[Cinematography wise]

I decided in order to keep discussing and analyzing Be My Favorite EP10 with @pinkkop and @rocketturtle4 posts on board, I want to point out more details and signs. Disclaimer: I may not know the depth of sexually-undesiring allo people but I know my visual storytelling tools when I see some.

It seems like there are two camps of viewers who view Kawi as ace vs who view Kawi as just hesitant to changes/intimacy. As a proud and hopeful member of the first camp, I want to show why do I think Kawi always felt somewhat ace-apec, but especially it kicked the ace people right in the heart in Episode 10. We talked about all the too intentional lines (ace-core from Kawi and ace-phobic from Max & Pisaeng) so I'm not pausing for them much.

So, Kawi has gone 30 years without relationship or sleeping with someone, or even trying. As @pinkkop said, how come he realizes he's queer only now? We have Max and Pisaeng who know they're gay for years, and a lot of queer people find their heart doesn't align with society norms in youth. But ace people often don't realize they are queer until 20+ or even 30+.

Kawi has lived with his romantic crush on Pear for years and a couple of time travels. As we know, he doesn't know how to navigate the relationship once he gets it, once he starts dating her, he can't give her marriage and a kid (partially because he was not ready and it wasn't what he needed/wanted, he wanted only the idea of dating Pear and stop being a loser). Not once he commented or agreed with Not & friends talking about Pear being hottest girl in uni (tho mostly it was Pisaeng dealing with it) – Kawi liked her for being kind and caring.

But then, he fell in love with Pisaeng. He started dating Pisaeng. Is he ready to go further? No, and there could be plenty of reasons, ranging from anxiety, self-doubts and trauma to lack of desire. He drank just to be able to kiss him, ffs. I am sure Kawi has a lot of psychological things holding him back from trying, it's been established, but that's not all of it in my opinion.

I'll put the rest under the cut because I feel like this post will be too long with all the screenshots, feel free to read the rest of it and let me know your thoughts~

Whenever in BL main characters end up on one bed, it's almost inevitable trope of 'will they won't they'. BMF teased us the other day with the drunk brave kiss from Kawi:

And that's how you show someone's desire to kiss: Kawi was staring at Pisaeng for minutes (notably, Pisaeng didn't have any thoughts until Kawi demanded attention and meaningfully stared some more). Everything slows down, you get some slow music, you cut down to faces/details to express emotions and let the viewer absorb the atmosphere (romantic or sexual or even inner dramatic turmoil – all the important bits use tools like this).

That's how I know Kawi wants to kiss. Kawi will want to keep kissing Pisaeng even when sober, once he gets past his block. Yeah, ace people can be comfortable with kissing too.

But do we ever get an impression Kawi wants to have sex with Pisaeng? Are we ever shown this? Not in my humble opinion.

Kawi doesn't touch Pisaeng much when kissing him. In fact, I think that scene is the only instance. We have talked about how intentional not-touching is seen with Pisaeng and Kawi relationship development, sorry I won't find those comments now. Then Kawi conveniently gets what he wanted (da kiss) and falls back asleep:D While Pisaeng is having his slow-close-up romantic moment by himself:

Now, fast forward to the future (but not the Future future) - Kawi is sober, lies in bed with Pisaeng (way less sober last night), already happy in a brand new relationship... and the only thoughts he's having is how Pisaeng is good looking and they are dating now.

I think I can safely bet how in all the other BLs there is usually a moment to close up on the romantic interest's face, or lips, longing stare showing the MC's desire to be intimate with your love. It's in 99% of the shows. Kawi has none of it. He just has a funky cute dialogue in his head that says 'I just want to keep staring at him' (and nothing else huh?)

The next trope BLs just love to use is someone undressing in front of their crush/partner. Let me just pull the scene from The Eclipse out (I wish I could compare it to P'Waa other works but BMF is his first BL, yet he definitely knows how to use visual tools)

Here at 2:25 we have Akk, a guy, inexperienced with dating and relationships too AND having insane amount of trauma, anxiety, self-doubts and holding back. So much that he has to break down crying several times to allow himself seek his own love and happiness. And yet in the beginning of his journey he still CLEARLY shows his interest in Ayan, even when they are enemies/rivals. It comes with:

staring at Ayan, looking him up and down, swallowing, turning his head away (indication of being flustered and having dirty thoughts)

close-ups on Ayan undressing

sexy music as bgm

And then we get his feelings and desire confirmed with very hot bed kiss that Akk, turns out, literally fantasized. (i actually was headcanonning akk as ace-spec but i accepted that wasn't the case as the show went on and we got shown more so yeah i can change my mind but kawi is heavily aced in 10 episodes and it's not stopping so far)

Compare the similar scene and trope with Kawi and Pisaeng undressing. Kawi is confused, mildly annoyed?, not a single swallow or eyes running away until he takes a hint (accompanied by the familiar sound that BMF uses for 'oh shit' realization). Funky comedic music on the background (and we know BMF does have osts for the romantic mood). Most importantly, there is never close-up/detail shot on Pisaeng.

Detail shots are 100% the go-to when you want to show desire, as I already said. Put a close up on the detail on someone else's body and add person's face reaction. Boom, you've got it.

Like, see the difference? Do you see it? That's Akk's POV.

And that's Kawi's POV:

Mind you, these are ALREADY BRAND NEW BOYFRIENDS. All poor Pisaeng gets is half- and full-body shots (adding to the comedy/simply telling what's happening), no slowing down the narration - and all the detailed looks on his body are simply out of focus, on the edge of the frame. I am fascinated by this cinematography.

We literally can see the book Kawi reads clearer than Pisaeng having his sexy striptease alone. Kawi is more interested in reading Sherlock Holmes than ogling Pisaeng and fantasizing about being close to him (even with all the inner turmoil he could be having – he is having it later, once he catches up on Pisaeng's blunt hit of inviting him to the shower and condoms in his backpack). it's also funny how kawi has the time to nag pisaeng about towel but since it's improv from krist to gawin who kept forgetting it, i'm not taking it seriously

Even then, his thoughts are confidently said out loud 'can we not have any sexual activities at all?', avoiding staying alone with Pisaeng in his room, 'i don't want to ride, i'm just here to take the vibes' (and while Pisaeng is upset and sad from the failed metaphor, Kawi genuinely thinks their date was great, this was enough for him, Kawi is brutally honest with Pisaeng, he wouldn't say this if he really didn't think so).

I can't remember any instances where sexy close-up shots were used in Kawi's POV. Only with kissing. Adding all the dialogue lines from Kawi and answers from others that are painfully precisely familiar for majority of ace people, adding how Kawi never has thought dirty thoughts until he clicked on people suggesting them (and not enjoying it)... I am dying on this hill and begging BMF not to fuck this up. Please don't give me ace erasure when ace-spec!Kawi has been hinted so heavily through several storytelling tools. They can meet in the middle, I just want BMF to be caring to Kawi and his feelings and not force him to cater to Pisaeng's needs because that's 'what happy boyfriends do and turns out, he did need to try it first to learn that he craves it!'

P.S. I do know Pisaeng and Kawi talked before the last scene and we'll 99.9% see it later, I'm also 90% sure Pisaeng time travelled in Ep.10, and I would be pleasantly surprised if we end up with Kawi and Pisaeng not going too far when they explore being intimate for the first time.

Oh, about the last scene. I had many mixed feelings (and was surprised to see people commenting how awww romantic and touching it was), because Krist shows a lot of internal struggle for Kawi (and no, not because he doesn't wanna kiss Gawin, fight me).

(nicely colored gifs by @piningbisexuals that portray everything i want to point out, thank you)

It's the blinking eyes, heavy breathing as soon as Kawi sheds his shirt, the swallowing, neck muscle twitching, furrowed determined eyebrows) and several little nods when he responds to 'Are you sure'?

It's very intentional acting. It's fucking brilliant acting in showing Kawi's anxiety and gosh, Kawi is being so brave to take this challenge and change his whole life once again, I might cry. If he turns out to be ace, I might actually cry but like I pointed out before, for me Kawi's lack of sexual desire is very readable. But no matter what, I have my trust in BMF to tread Pisaeng and Kawi intimacy carefully, it's been great so far and P'Waa knows what he's doing and how he is filming. I just hope it aligns with my wishful thinking.

#be my favorite #be my favorite meta #be my favorite the series #pisaeng x kawi #ace kawi #asexuality #i took courses in cinematography as a cameraman and that's why i pay attention to the framing and visual storytelling and details #i'm not an expert of course but i worked for a while in indie filming #and yes i am still dying on that hill but i understand why people who aren't ace can't notice the signs or don't relate to the dialogue #huh that was long and i already wrote like several posts #thai bl #thai drama #the eclipse #the eclipse series #bl meta #dropthemeta #bmf meta

[annepsilvaauthor]

Fighter Weapons — Chapter 1

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 4.321

Author note: I'm back, my loves, with the first chapter of this series!! ✈️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 As you'll see, I focused more on Phoenix in this intro. But calm down! We'll have the others soon. In this fic, there will not be only one protagonist. I will try to analyze and show you some characters. I hope you like the way I'm making this fic. Let me what you're thinking, I love to know about it.

Prologue

ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʟᴇᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀ

Phoenix and Storm paid their Uber and walked down the short sandy driveway to Jerry's Bar. Phoenix was wearing her scuffed dark boots, skinny jeans, and a beige silk shirt, the top four buttons of which were undone. Her ebony hair blew in the cool night breeze, touching the tanned skin of her face highlighted by simple makeup.

"OK. What can a bar in the middle of nowhere offer us?" Storm asked before they opened the double wooden door.

Phoenix watched her bite the inside of her mouth, a typical gesture when her best friend was anxious. Storm always left the programming up to Phoenix because first, she was so excited by the variety of choices that she was unable to decide, and second, Phoenix knew how to have a good time. Storm was fully confident that they wouldn't lose the night if Phoenix was in control.

Phoenix watched the blue-bottomed flowery dress sway on her pale legs and Storm hugged her body against the cold despite wearing a leather jacket over her shoulders. She smiled. Even the wind knew Storm's anxiety level.

"I heard that the best drinks in town are sold here. And... there are lots of games." she said enthusiastically with the last part.

"You and your addiction to competition." Storm rolled her green eyes. "I just hope we don't get kicked out of that bar too."

"That was an exaggeration of the manager."

"You monopolized the pool table all night, yelled at the losers and even made a scene when the manager wanted to close the bar."

"It was too early."

"It was five in the morning!"

"Okay, okay! I assume, I may have gone a bit overboard last time." She raised her thin arms in surrender. "What can I do? I love a challenge."

"I love it too, but that's not why I go around screaming at the manager's mother for wanting the fucking cue ball back."

"Wow, I was really drunk that day. I love old ladies, I would never yell at them when I'm sober." Phoenix confessed moving her lips, but turned her gaze to her friend. "And you're judging me for what? Don't you remember that day in Florida?"

"No, I have a mouse brain. I don't remember anything after five minutes." She turned her face towards the bushes.

"You disappeared for forty-five minutes and came back dressed as a clown."

"And? You know I like good characterization."

"You stripped the clown from the fucking children's party!"

"It was not my fault. He offered me tequila on the sly. You know how I get on tequila."

"Your brother will never invite us to Clarinha's parties again." Phoenix warned holding back a laugh.

"He doesn't know what he's missing. We don't go to parties. We are the party, baby!" she called out to nothing with open arms. "Now let's bring some fun to these California people!"

Phoenix let out a laugh like she always did when she was next to Storm. Since they met during the Naval Academy, they have been inseparable. Not that they were exactly the same, but their differences complemented each other. Storm was the gale in Phoenix's sense of order and she brought stillness to Storm's overcast clouds. They were perfect opposites.

They entered the Texan-decorated bar. There were several animal heads impaled on the walls, bearskins for rugs, wooden tables, chairs, and counters. Phoenix noted the pool table in the far right, the foosball table to the side, the dart board in the back, and the racks for beer pong to the left. In the center was the dance floor with a jukebox.

"A country bar." Storm considered for a while. " I loved it!"

"I knew it."

They walked through the still not so crowded environment and took a seat at the bar, ordering the famous Kenny's Cooler and Sangria Red. They had to admit, Texas had the best drinks in the country.

"A toast." Phoenix raised the glass forward and Storm did the same. "The Top Gun."

They drank. And soon more options came to the bill. That was their last night in Lemoore. They would spend five weeks in intense training at Miramar, and as daring as they were, they were professionals and took their mission seriously. They couldn't afford to overextend themselves during training. They were called to be the elite of pilots and nothing could spoil that. They had more than reason to celebrate.

After a few liters of alcohol in their blood, Phoenix noticed a vibration in her pocket. She pulled out her cell phone and found several missed calls and messages from a Ceasar. From the notification bar, she could find out what the message's content was. He was calling her for a second round. She also read the dozens of messages she had ignored all week. They all basically asked why she didn't answer, when they could see each other again and have a dream with her.

"You have that face." Storm emphasized when they prepared the beer-pong table.

"What a face?"

"The I-have-a-man-behind-me-and-I-don't-know-how-to-be-a-scrotum-for-him-to-stop-calling-me face."

Phoenix raised an eyebrow.

"Your brow furrows and your eyes roll back." the friend finally explained. "Is that the aquarium guy again?"

"He's a dolphin trainer... and yes, it's him. Thirty times." She dropped her cell phone on the table and huffed, messing with her hair. "Why don't men understand that you just want one night and nothing else? I don't want them to give me the satisfaction of why they didn't call sooner or leave a second date up in the air. I don't want to live in this drama. I just want to fuck and leave. Period."

Phoenix didn't have time for relationship drama. Literally. She worked for fifteen days in the middle of the sea and sky and the other fifteen days were for fun and thinking about everything but work. She couldn't stand the mess that was a relationship. Feelings just got in the way of her life.

She wanted one night. A moment of pleasure. Satisfy a need. Only that. But the men she met didn't understand that. They always wanted to repeat or call a formal meeting, ask what day she returned to earth or even visit her in surprise. That was the thing she least wanted. However, that was what always happened.

"You know, I envy you. You have all these guys chasing you who worry about returning the next day, send gifts and want a second, third, fourth time." Storm confessed slowly. "The guys I sleep with aren't man enough to say goodnight when I leave the house. They simply disappear."

"You should introduce me to one of those guys."

"Phoenix, I'm serious. I want a love and I only find terror." she whimpered clearly already affected by alcohol.

"I'm serious too. Do you know what we should do? Swap partners. Everyone would be happy."

"So as to. You don't want a guy like that." she approached Phoenix and played with the tip of her nose. "I know that deep down... deep down... almost digging a well... you want a love for life. You just haven't found the one that makes your legs go wobbly yet."

"You're wrong." Phoenix hugged her side. " I want the most scrotum man that can exist!"

She shouted her order so firmly and loudly that she drew curious and astonished looks from some of the customers around her. She had two shots in a row, not caring about the crowd.

"From today on, engrave that in your mouse brain... I, Phoenix... I'm only going to have sex with a guy when I'm sure he's the biggest asshole on earth..."

"Go fuck yourself with it." Storm pulled back enough to look at her friend. "You can't go a weekend without fucking."

"This is not true! I am a...highly...controlled and...adult woman."

"I doubt it. If you don't find this scumbag today, you're going to sleep with someone else."

Phoenix released her friend at once and fixed her with her dark, intense eyes. There was a different glow about them. And Storm knew very well what it meant.

"I feel a hint of challenge."

"Actually, a whole shell." Storm held up the hand not occupied by the drink. "If today, you have sex with someone... even if it's your fucking scrotum... you'll have to wash my clothes for a whole month."

"And when I win, what will you offer me?" Phoenix asked with a victorious smile.

"I'll pay your bar tab for a month."

"Prepare the card, my friend, because the bill will arrive."

They looked at each other defiantly for a few seconds and drank each other's drinks, sealing the deal. Storm was sure Phoenix would lose, even though she hated losing a challenge. It would be an interesting night.

The two friends finally started beer-pong and Phoenix got the upper hand. She celebrated with several shots of tequila, even though the game was the exact opposite. The two ended up in the center of the dance floor, doing their best steps as they embraced and seduced each other.

"Another Red Sangria?" Phoenix asked after three songs.

Storm just kept dancing, but nodded in agreement. Phoenix walked to the bar, leaning against the counter. She could see that the room was starting to fill up. Sipping a margarita, she watched as two men dressed in costume walked through the double doors.

The first wore pointed-toe boots, blue jeans, a red flannel shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a brown hat. His full chest ripped out the buttons and the blond hair could be seen from afar. Or maybe she'd been staring too long.

The second had dark skin like milk chocolate. He wore white flats, light wash jeans, a cow print shirt and a dark brown hat. He was slightly taller, but something about the first man stirred Phoenix's body so much that she had to sit down. Maybe it was the way he played with a toothpick in his thin mouth.

"Your drinks, miss." the bartender's voice brought her out of her reverie.

Phoenix watched them chat briefly among themselves and soon they separated, each looking for her prey. She got the drinks and went back to the dance floor. She danced as wildly as possible, really having fun with her best friend, who wasn't the best dancer but was still great company. Storm wasn't shy about ridicule.

After a while, they decided to stop dancing and invest in foosball. This allowed Phoenix to notice the man flirting with almost every woman in the bar, including those accompanied. He waited for his companions to leave and went upstairs. Phoenix was shaking his head and laughing internally. Men.

Due to her long observation, Phoenix became inattentive and Storm made the final point.

"Fuck!" she shouted really irritated, which caught the attention of more people, including the Texan. "Another!"

"You're crazy, Phoenix." Her friend laughed. "You know you'll never beat me at foosball."

"We'll see."

They went on to play two more games and Phoenix grew more and more irritated at not winning one. So she insisted they go to pool.

"Is there room for two more to play?" a serious voice sounded next to them. It was him.

"Of course." Storm nodded with a silly smile.

Phoenix just gave them a discreet look and handed over the clubs. They started to play, men against women. In the first match, they did well.

"And the women slaughter the Texans!" Phoenix teased by clapping a hand on Storm's hand in greeting.

"Again." the blonde demanded with an intense look, but displaying a superb smile.

"Someone does not know how to lose." Phoenix insulted again, already arranging the balls on the table.

"I was just warming up, baby. Now things are on fire." He was looking at her so firmly that she swallowed hard. Had the night gotten warmer by any chance?

"I'm not sure about that. I only see smoke."

"You know what they say... where there's smoke, there's fire."

"Wrong." it was her turn to smile. "Sometimes it's already turned off."

Phoenix noticed his smile falter for an instant, but the intense glow in the green orbs continued to grow. She came to understand what kind of man he was and knew very well how to irritate.

They started another game, and at every point, they had a shot. Phoenix couldn't help but notice that he drank it all without spilling a drop or grimacing. He looked immune. And that was the sexiest thing she'd ever thought possible.

She also noticed his gaze light up every time she leaned over the table, after all her shirt opened a huge gap. Phoenix caught him in the act several times and he didn't seem embarrassed, on the contrary, he looked at her more directly.

"And the Texans beat the girls!" he said imitating Phoenix's tone and pointed his fingers at her as if they were a weapon. He shot, blew and put it in his pocket.

Idiot, she thought.

"The last one." she insisted.

"Who doesn't know how to lose now huh?" he teased, adjusting his hat.

"When we win, we want the hats."

Phoenix noticed his smile fade completely and it took her by surprise. They were damn decoration hats. What was so important?

"No." he replied without humor.

"Okay, so you assume we've already won."

He assumed an expression of suppressed anger, his eyes burning and she couldn't tell if it was provocation or pure anger. Maybe both.

"Messed with what you shouldn't, girl." the brunette declared with a mocking half smile.

"Best of three." The blonde demanded strongly.

Phoenix grinned. Finally she had found someone as competitive as she was. They started another game and this time there was no stealth, both Phoenix and he looked at each other with flames in their eyes. He even went so far as to offer her a shot of it. Phoenix accepted and tried to imitate his attitude, drinking everything without spilling it, but the grimace at the end was inevitable. He let out a chuckle and walked away.

"And the girls win again!" Phoenix roared and Storm howled. "The hats."

They approached them and held out their hands. The blonde clenched his jaw and sighed heavily as he handed over the hat. Phoenix thanked her mockingly and tipped his hat over her glossy black mane. She noticed that the sparkle in his eyes lit up again, as well as the mischievous smile, and she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip.

He took a step forward, standing millimeters away from her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She swallowed hard and remained in place waiting for the touch. However, this never came because he just struggled to get the glass from behind her on the pool table. He raised the drink to his lips with a mocking smile. He had tricked her, played with her senses. Damn.

Phoenix got ready to retaliate when she heard Storm yell from behind her:

"NATTY! OUR SONG!"

Storm took Phoenix by the arm and dragged her to the dance floor, where they danced madly to the sound of Spice Girls' Wannabe.

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna really, really, really wanna zig-a-zig, ah"

"When we arrive in Miramar, I will prepare a basket with my clothes for you." Storm commented with a victorious smile.

"I didn't lose."

"But you will. You were practically eating each other with your eyes!"

"He's not my type."

"He's everyone's type." She crouched in the dance and went up. "Besides, he's undressing you just with his eyes. That counts."

"It doesn't count! I'm just having fun with him."

"Be careful! You can get burned."

To their surprise, the dark skinned guy joined them in the dance and practically kicked Phoenix out of Storm's side. He even danced well for a man with such long arms and legs. Phoenix watched the blonde leaning against the pool table still drinking his drink. He kept his eyes stuck on her and managed to balance that ridiculous toothpick between his teeth.

"If you wanna be my lover

You gotta get with my friends

Make it last forever

Friendship never ends

If you wanna be my lover

You have got to give

Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is"

She danced that stretch looking at him, who raised an eyebrow and threw another malicious smile. Phoenix danced strangely to where he was and tried to pull him to the dance floor, but he refused.

"A Texan who can't dance... this one is new." she insulted, leaning on the table also next to him.

"Not wanting and not knowing how to dance are two different things."

"Bullshit. You don't know how to dance." she said and resumed her abandoned drink there.

While she was drinking, she watched him approach, but a group of friends appeared in front of her and asked if they could play. They accepted and played along with them. Phoenix and the mysterious blonde, who made no effort to say his name, teamed up and beat the pairs of friends one by one. The friends left there devastated.

Phoenix noticed that the blonde stretched his hand on her back, sliding his fingers into the back pocket of her pants. She immediately felt a hot shiver and a hook between her legs with that.

"Wrong place, cowboy." She complained by removing his hand from there.

"You're right." He held both hands around her on the table, without touching her. "I should have put it further ahead."

She laughed in debauchery.

"Let's see if your aim is better in the darts than in the bar."

She let out that comment and walked away from him, walking to the dart board and being aware that he watched her walk. Five seconds later he was after her.

"Have you been watching me?" he asked with a convinced smile.

"I'm just saying that you chose the wrong target today. To insist."

Phoenix threw a dart, but it didn't hit the red dot in the center. The blonde threw three in a row and hit them all. He smiled arrogantly and Phoenix rolled her eyes. That was already starting to irritate.

"OK. You've already proven that you're good."

"Yes, I'm good. I'm too good to be true."

"Wow. What self-esteem." She joked. "But who's in your hat?"

She watched his expression fall gradually and smiled victoriously. So, she decided to end her fun with him there. She felt a little too involved with the situation and a little altered by alcohol. She could get burned.

However, her departure was prevented by a hand on hers. Her whole body reacted to it as if she were in the sky, flying. The adrenaline rushing through her veins. He put her in front of the target and a dart in her hand. He guided her hand with his up as he glued to the back of her body. She felt the firmness of that breastplate and thighs.

"Keep your body firm and your gaze fixed." He ordered with his lips glued to her ear and a finger under her chin. His breath was hot and alcoholic. Phoenix used all her strength not to sigh.

"Is this how you leave them jaw-dropping?"

"It's not my fault if my charm attracts them easily."

"Do you think you're attracting me?"

" Since the moment I entered this bar."

Phoenix didn't have much time to think about what he said, as he guided his movement and soon the dart was in the center of the target. She smiled for getting it right feeling the hot breath take all over her ear. He took that piece of skin for himself and held her tightly by the belly. Phoenix couldn't hold back a gasp.

"Are you feeling it?" he asked dropping kisses to her cheek.

"No... that has no effect on me." she said trying not to tremble.

He trailed kisses down her neck and nape, squeezing her belly with his huge hand. Phoenix felt her whole body burn. Her vision blurred with the desire and heat of that touch. He was good, very good.

She leaned into his chest as he deepened his kisses into her neck. It was impossible not to bite the lips to keep from moaning. That was going too far. She was burning up and it felt so good. But she couldn't go on. She wasn't going to lose the bet.

"No." She pulled away from him in a start.

"Why not?" he asked with livid eyes in desire and hoarse voice. How hot was that man!

"You're not...asshole enough." Phoenix looked for the wall to lean on.

"What?"

He approached her keeping a curious eye on her, but Phoenix held up a hand urging him to step away from her. He obeyed.

"I've slept with enough men to know that you don't understand a woman who just wants to have fun. You always want..."

"Call the next day, ask for a second round or a meeting." he added to her surprise. "What is the problem with women understanding that we only want one night?"

She considered those words for a moment. He understood her. In fact, he was the male gaze in that theory. He just wanted one night and nothing more. However, she had already dated men like that and in the end they did the same thing as the others.

"You're bluffing. I've heard that speech before." she emphasized almost becoming part of the wall.

"Once, I went out with a woman I met at a wedding on the ship. We fucked a lot for one night. The other day, I picked up her sister."

"Disgusting."

"Another time, I fucked a flight attendant and found her on another flight."

"Got you!" she pointed at him. "You got involved."

"No. I picked up her friend and she saw us in the bathroom." he smiled with pride. "I don't fuck twice with the same woman."

"If this is all true, you must be the most scrotum man that exists on this earth."

"Which puts me on your list."

He approached her again with slow steps, asking for silent permission that Phoenix said nothing. He was now inches from her. Phoenix watched the smug smile with the toothpick and the eyes half-dropped with alcohol and desire.

He was certainly what she was looking for and he still came with a prepotent beauty to make her angry. She felt the rage inside her that she was giving in to the charms of someone like him. But she felt even more angry for making that stupid bet.

"I can't."

"But you want." he said with the same arrogance as before.

"Your ego must be the size of Everest."

"I just know that you want the same as me."

"Perhaps. Maybe I just want to taste it." She stared at his thin lips. He laughed.

"The problem is…" He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. "If I kiss you, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

Phoenix felt a frenzy throughout her body accompanied by an unnatural heat. That man was getting her serious in every way. And she wondered if it really would be that bad to wash Storm's clothes for a month.

Suddenly, Phoenix realized something that left her mesmerized and frustrated at the same time. In the depths of those beautiful green eyes, which looked at her in lust, there was a gleam of tenderness. He wasn't everything he said he was.

"I am really sorry. You aren't the man I'm looking for."

She watched his expression turn back to one of confusion as she handed the hat back to him. Phoenix let out a weak smile and plucked that damn toothpick from him, putting it in her own mouth.

"And I really hate losing."

Phoenix started to walk away from him, aware that she was being watched and heard the deep voice again:

"Can I at least know your name?"

"That's a lot of information for just one night!" she replied, still on her back with a smile.

Phoenix managed to convince Storm to let go of the brunette and leave the bar with her. Once outside, her friend commented in surprise:

"You really did it. You're not going home with any guy"

"Of course I did." she replied with a sigh.

"Why aren't you throwing it in my face that I'm going to be indebted?"

"I chose a bad day to accept this bet."

"Ho, ho, ho..." She laughed mockingly. "I knew! He's your guy."

"Not exactly. He has kind eyes."

"If he's not your guy, then why are you so frustrated?"

"I don't know." she whimpered. "A part of me wanted to believe he was. At least I would have a valid reason to fuck him."

"I meant it. He's everybody's type."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. I will never see him again."

They called an Uber and went home satisfied with the night of fun before the training period. They had more things to focus on besides sexual contact. Phoenix would never see that blonde with the smug smile and tender eyes again. And, in a way, she was relieved because she felt he might be the first man to access a side of her that she'd never shown anyone. It was better for the two of them never to meet again.

What an irony of fate, after all.

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I woke up and he is brewing coffee.

my father offered to make me a coffee today (usually it's otherwise, so I was surprised). he didn't add enough milk to my liking and forgot about sugar completely. I still drunk it all. it was too strong.

I wonder if that's how he sees me: strong. he says he is proud of me, for barely passing my classes because I'm putting effort. we don't really talk him and I. It's not that we are not speaking, but I guess you can say that there's a difference in between talking and speaking, and yes, we converse but we don't discuss or analyze or debate (you can't talk to my father about certain topics, you know?) but he always says that: "we are proud of you."

"we trust you"

"you are doing great"

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we don't really talk, him and I.

but he made me coffee. too little milk. no sugar.

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one thing i love about some writers is how it seems like they are made of stories.

I'm talking about those writers that, when asked why they write, they tell you how they have all this ideas and thoughts and questions and characters that they just have to put down and maybe share with others. As in they are a dam that is about to burst with ink and words and prose.

and you can see how those stories are literally parts of them, you can find traits and little information -like easter eggs- in their lines. Because they are the authors but also at the same time part of the narrative.

And, as someone who does not belong to that group, as someone whose words and stories are tools I've created to reach out and to create little capsules of time for people to get lost in, the fact that some of you are literal universes of fiction and magic is incredibly beautiful.

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Hi....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask, who are your top 5 favorite characters from MDZS? And why? And what are your top 5 (or top 3) fav moments from the novel? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks.....

Hello! Hope you are doing well, had to think on this for a bit so answering this a bit late:

My top five characters really in no major order

1: Wangxian! Honestly I can't say who I love more between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji since they alternate in ways I can analyze them, so yeah, these two are a package deal in my mind, can't speak of one without the other after a certain point of their stories.

2: Jiang Cheng, he's a case study in not what to do in life for me.

3 or 4: These two alternate as well, Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli

5: Jin Ling

Top five moments:

1: The little lick of Wei Wuxian's lips when he kisses Lan Wangji after he was drunk the second time, just so much to think about there and how Wei Wuxian himself knows by that point whatever he just did and feels has moved past the friends excuse.

2: Incense burner extra 2: The small glimpse we get of Lan Wangji keeping his rabbits and Lan Xichen ultimately agreeing to let him keep them, since for everything between them, he does love and dote on his brother and just wants him to be happy.

3: Lan Wangji when he smiles at the story about the garden fairy and Wei Wuxian the juniors tell. It highlights just why children love him. He is indulgent as well, in a good way and they know it as well.

4: Wei Wuxian reaching out to Lan Wangji right after the flashback from the supervisory office. So much there that shows his trust in Lan Wangji and what he really just wanted at the time to be shown, which was care, not accusations and if he knew what he did now, he would have chosen Lan Wangji from the start.

5: The very end of A Dream Come True, they're settled, happy, whatever else was between that really doesn't matter, since they very much are living the life they want.

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I think the most puzzling criticism(?) I've had thrown my way when analyzing and critiquing RWBY is that I "focus too much of moments that don't matter."

I remember someone tried to say I was focused too much on that infamous scene where Yang grabs Blake and runs from the Apathy, all the while leaving Ruby, Weiss, and her very drunk Uncle behind.

Are we not supposed to focus on that scene? Analyzing how your characters react in a dangerous situation when all the chips are down can give you a lot of insight into the character's mindset and what they value most. I've seen similar analysis done on other series and its fine and even expected, but somehow it's too nitpicky when it's done to RWBY.

The fact of the matter is, RWBY, like most Anime, is a visual medium. It doesn't tell its story solely through dialogue, character actions and body language tell you just as much, and sometimes even more, about a story and characters than just talking would, and the fact that Yang chose to put Blake above Weiss and two family members (who she is near constantly stated to value most above anything else) is a characterization flaw.

I once had someone tell me I focus too much on that aspect of Yang's character, that I water her down to just the big sister, but it's basic writing 101 that if you establish a trait for a character, you either need to keep that trait consistent or have a reason for said trait to be developed or otherwise removed

We can ignore the fact that Yang's characterization as the "overprotective" big sister was shoddy from the start, what with her immediately abandoning Ruby at Beacon, but even if you wanted to argue that "Yang sees all of Team RWBY as a family" or that she was "more concerned for Blake because she almost died" it doesn't negate poor characterization in the scene itself.

She could've pushed Blake ahead and told her to get out before helping the others, thus showcasing her concern for Blake without ignoring the wellbeing of the others, but instead we're left confused as to why the previously established overprotective sister just abandoned her baby sister.

I wouldn't have a problem with the scene if it was addressed in universe, maybe with Yang apologizing to Ruby profusely afterwards like, "I don't know, I panicked! I just was so worried about Blake, I wasn't thinking!" Or something like that, but it's never mentioned again.

I dunno. It just bothers me because I want to like Bumbleby, and I do to some degree, but it just feels like they're ignoring all of Blake and Yang's previous character traits and previously established relationships for the sake of a ship, and it's hurting the characters and the show. Just— it would be so easy to write a convincing romance if they just let the girls have flaws and fuck up or explain any changes they have.

If fans can analyse the most asinine scenes for crumbs to say why the writers are actually geniuses or how their ship is the best thing, we can use those same scenes and say why it doesn't work, and that scene where Yang abandons Ruby, Qrow and Weiss to drag Blake out is one of the worst.

Because as you said, anon, it makes no sense for who Yang is as a character. The show and the fans keep trying to tell us that Yang is this overprotective big sister who would do anything for Ruby, but the question remains: is she really?

Because an overprotective big sister would not abandon her sibling on the first day of school just to hang out with friends. An overprotective big sister would not leave searching for her missing sister, in the middle of their school being attacked, to a friend so she can go and look for the girl she knew for a semester. An overprotective big sister would not abandon her own sibling and uncle in a house to angry liquorice that almost killed them just to drag out the girl who hurt her and who Yang should still be angry at.

It doesn't matter that Blake almost died, because they all almost died. The Apathy wouldn't have stopped after killing Blake, she was not the only one in danger while the rest of the team watched from safety, they would've killed all of Team RWBY and Maria if Ruby hadn't have used her Silver eyes at that moment to save them.

Yang doesn't even try to get Qrow out. She just looks at Blake and takes her outside, leaving Ruby and Weiss to drag this blindingly drunk man out while still in immediate danger of the Apathy. What would've happened if the Apathy did their scream again, rendering Ruby and Weiss incapable of moving? What if Ruby couldn't use her eyes again?

If fans can use that scene to say how much Yang cares for Blake, we can use that exact same scene to criticise Yang for abandoning her family for a stupid cat girl.

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCIII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

And you are not here... (Part I)

(13x01)

Hello beautiful people! We reached season 13!!! This was a very analyzed season, so, many of the things I will say won't be new. There wasn't much Destiel in the second half of the season, so, I hope we can have less volumes than season 12.

But, let's focus now in the angst, and when I speak about angst, I mean Mourning! Dean.

Priorities?

At the beginning of the episode we have Dean, down his knees by Castiel's dead body, he can't believe he just lost him, so, he is not thinking here, he can't thing in another fact more than Cas.

Sam feels he has not time for crying for his best friend, because he has to focus in saving the world: Lucifer's son had just born.

I always like to point the difference here: Why Sam can focus on the Mission right away and Dean can't? Is because the amount of the emotions and the meaning of this lost.

Don't forget they lost Mary too, but this is different.

Because Sam lost his mother, but because she didn't died, he keeps hopes in bringing her back. Because Jack is there, and he was the one opening the rift. He lost Cas, he saw him die, his best friend, but even so, he keeps going, he runs towards that cabin to find the Nephilim. Because just like Cas, even with the loses, he has to keep fighting, to try to save the world, Cas would do the same.

But for Dean Cas represents his Everything, his faith, his hopes, the love of his life. So the world just stopped there. And he can't think in anything else but the deep pain of loosing the man he loves.

Then the scene in the car is heartbreaking.

SAM: Hold on a second. Can we just talk about what happened back there?

DEAN: Sure. Which part? Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is—(he pauses) Mom’s gone, and apparently, the Devil’s kid hit puberty in thirty seconds flat. Oh, and almost killed us.

This is Dean not wanting to say Cas is dead, this is Dean not being able to say Cas is dead. His worst nightmare became true.

SAM: Yeah, because you tried to shoot him.

DEAN: I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. It’s kind of what we do.

SAM: We don’t know what he is yet, Dean. And I had it under control.

DEAN: I’m sorry. Are you defending the Son of Satan?

SAM: I’m not defending anything. I’m just saying, look, with everything that’s happened, I’m obviously spun out also, but we need a plan.

DEAN: Yeah, kill him! Okay? That’s the plan. Look, right now all that matters is finding him, and ending him, before he hurts anybody else. And once we do that we’ll figure everything else out.

Again pointing at the difference between the two brothers. Sam is thinking strategically, but Dean wants to kill him, because he blames Jack of Castiel's death. Jack is a monster that deceived, used and killed Cas. So there's no doubt for Dean JACK IS A MONSTER AND HE MUST BE ELIMINATED. For Sam, Jack represents the hopes to get his mother back.

SAM: What about Cas? Is he - is he really dead?

DEAN: You know he is.

And this is terrible, Because Dean is answering this to himself. 'You know he is.' Is the fact he has to assume. But he is avoiding to do it.

"Angels are real too."

So sad when the angels find Castiel on the table. The contemptible way one of them referred to Cas breaks my heart, because is so fresh now his dead in 15x18.

1ST ANGEL: Castiel. Always knew he’d meet a bad end.

2ND ANGEL: He deserved better.

1ST ANGEL: No, he really didn’t.

This is so accurate now, is like hearing Misha wanting his big sacrifice for love as Castiel, and all the fandom repeating HE DERÑSERVED BETTER, trying to show the point, and the C*W and broniles saying NO, HE REALLY DIDN'T. But well... Just a bitter thought... For this angel, particularly, is referring to Castiel's choices, his repeatedly chosing Dean Winchester over Heaven.

When they arrive to the Burger Shop, Dean decides to stay in the car and wait for Sam.

The drunken girl, which results to be an angel, comes out from the same shop, and the camera shows us Dean's bruises in his knuckles. So, we can infer something happened...

The dialogue between the angel and Dean is very interesting, because she create a whole scenario and character:

DRUNK WOMAN: Anyway, Becky was - and I say this in the most feminist, screw the patriarchy way - a giant superbitch. She’d take things, and break things, and piss people off, and just do whatever she wanted, no matter who it hurt.

She will say after revealing who she really is, that Dean was Becky. And the way she speaks about this character is with the same contempt as the angel talking about Castiel. Because Dean is guilty of Castiel's fall and disobedience. He is the human that broke Castiel, and that's why Cas ended up dying.

Once in the police station, Dean tells all the truth to the sheriff, and when he speaks about angels... His face turns even more sad.

Gif credit @wanreina

Look how he drops his eyes and turns his face to the window. This is pure grief, pain, sadness. Because it was almost as if he was mentioning Castiel again. And it hurts too much.

We were witnesses of Dean's prayer to Chuck, mentioning he wanted Castiel back, pleading not just for him, but Mary and even Crowley. Desperate prelaying. And when he turned around, with this little hopes in being heated, and maybe finding everyone there, CAS, and then realizing they weren't, he exploded in anger, breaking the pirate on the door, and hurting his knuckles.

Still trying to make Cas to come back to him...

Goodbye Cas

When Dean was fighting against the drunken woman, now an angel, the dialogue between them is showing us again how Dean was still expecting to find a way to make Castiel come back to him.

MIRIAM: Because Bieber in there? He can do almost anything.

DEAN (hopeful): Anything?

MIRIAM: (Chuckles) Oh, sweetie. Almost anything. Castiel, he's dead.

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Dean's grief all over his face while the little hope that had found it's way is slowly fading again, listening to these words. These words that Miriam says with pleasure.

This scene is showing us how Dean was only thinking about CAS, in how to bring him back, with desperation, he was longing for him so hard, even the angel perceived that emotion.

The other super sad scene was Dean preparing Cas' body for the funeral...

(the follow gifs are from @wanreina)

When he comes back to the cabin, he faces again the reality. Dean is down that sheet, dead. He stops just for a second, and swallows. Encouraging himself to keep walking towards him. Before doing that, he flicks his eyes away from the corpse.

Then he goes to his side, and sighs, and then breaths... The pain is all over him.

This is Dean realizing again Cas is gone. Look at the deep sadness in his face, while he is staring at him, maybe he is talking with him, asking Cas to come back to him. Then, he is swallowing again, hard, he looks away, because Castiel won't come back, Castiel is definitely dead, as the angel said. No one will bring him back, nobody is gonna help him to bring Cash back. The despair is huge. Yes he has to aknowledge that in his heart.

Okay I read somewhere that maybe Dean was praying here to Cas to come back again, then he sees Cas is still dead. But I really believe, Dean didn't stop praying to him, or to Chuck, because that was the only things he could do. What else? So maybe he was praying the whole time, putting his hopes in those so many times Chuck relived him, or Cas camber back to him. Trying to reach Cas somehow. But with each desperate prayer he was convincing himself Cas wouldn't come back, and this time he was dead, really dead. For ever. That's the pain in his heart. He was trying to wake him up, he was pleading for one last miracle, and not to burn his body in the pyre. So this was his last attempt to bring him back.

The last and hard scene was the funeral

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

"You say goodbye" Sammy's voice sound in the background and we see Dean's sad face. The pain and the grief. So different from Sam and Jack. And so different from another times when he had to burn his father, or friends. Nothing is gonna be norm from now. Because he lost Cas, the love of his life.

Visual Narrative: Just a little mention of Pirate Pete's Burger Shop. The place was in blue and red, (Cas and Dean), with references about the ship (Destiel), and jokes about the butt, and, according the Urban Dictionary, the Pirate Pete is a sexual joke too. So, we can maybe infer, base in how angels were mocking Dean and CAS relationship and how it ended in this episode, that place was related to it.

To Conclude:

This was just the beginning of Mourning!Dean, we will see him depressed and with no faith, no hopes. Ig gonna be alarming for Sam, and we will have one huge revelation in the episode in wich Billie will talk with Dean about his grief.

Hope you like the first meta from season 13, see you in the next ones!

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I stopped enjoying Donna's character near the Promise Ring story-line. She was so frustrating to watch & I have no idea why she would lead Eric on the way she did. She didn't explain her feelings when she should have. Honestly, I don't think she needed to end up with him anyway. She ALWAYS seemed to be more independent. Idk if they were even meant to last cause they're very stereotypical 'first love'. Hell, their song is 'Thirteen' & that couple is broken up in the lyrics.

I’m beginning to feel like Donna’s on trial … and I’m her main character witness. 😅

She doesn’t lead Eric on. She genuinely wants her relationship with Eric to last. We see plenty of proof of that during season 2. By the time of “The Promise Ring” (3x25), however, Donna has experienced months of Eric trying to control her and limit her. Feeling unsure that this is the kind of relationship she wants makes total sense at this point.

If Eric hadn’t stormed WFPP in “Radio Daze” (3x14) to confront Donna’s boss out of insecurity / Donna not having enough Eric-time

If his version of their future in “Baby Fever” (3x07) hadn’t been her sacrificing a career to raise their children

If he hadn’t dismissed her POV as invalid while writing their joint essay in “Who Wants It More” (3x11)

If he hadn’t tried to take advantage of her being drunk in “Romantic Weekend” (3x16)

If he hadn’t tried a new sex move on her without discussing it with her first in “Eric’s Naughty No-No” (3x19)

If he hadn’t tried to make her jealous in “Eric’s Panties” (3x06)

If he hadn’t read her diary without her permission in “Eric’s Drunken Tattoo” (3x22) …

Then maybe her attitude about their relationship would’ve been far more positive in “The Promise Ring”.

She didn’t explain her feelings when she should have.

She does explain them, in fact, before “The Promise Ring” (more on that after the cut). But her ambivalence toward her relationship with Eric doesn’t pop out of thin air, nor does it exist from the beginning. It develops over time. The more controlling Eric gets, the more he pushes Donna away, and Eric’s ultimatum in “The Promise Ring” culminates in her becoming aware of that ambivalence. She does love him, but she has to love herself first. So, as Jackie says about herself in “Celebration Day” (5x25), Donna chooses Donna.

After the cut, I’ll analyze their breakup scene in “The Promise Ring,” but I think the song “Independent Together” from Steven Universe: The Movie captures how Donna would ideally like to be in any romantic relationship. 

Donna: I wanted to talk to you. Oh, this is gonna be hard. Eric, I love you. A lot. But I have to give you your ring back.

From the start of the scene, Donna tries to reassure Eric how much she loves him. Not accepting his promise ring isn’t the same as rejecting his love. It’s rejecting his attempts to shape her life according to his will.

Eric: What? Why?

Donna: Okay, how do you see the next twenty years?

Eric: I don’t know. I guess I always figured we’d go to college together and come home …

Donna: Yeah, but Eric, you know that’s not what I want. I mean, I’ve told you that.

This exchange refutes the assertion that “[s]he didn’t explain her feelings when she should have.” Clearly, before the time of this episode, she expresses her wishes, interests, and hopes for her life after high school.

Donna: And who knows? I may wanna go to school back east or maybe in Paris.

Eric:  Ok, well, you know what, Donna? Whatever, ok? The important thing is that when you see yourself in Paris or wherever, I’m there, right? [Donna doesn’t answer.] Right?

Donna: I don’t know. Not always. I mean, it’s not like there’s anyone else, but sometimes I’m … by myself.

Again, this isn’t Donna rejecting Eric or their relationship. It’s rejecting a lack of independence and lack of choice while in their relationship. Life, if a person is lucky, will present positive opportunities. If she takes a semester abroad to study French, she should be able to do that without worrying it’ll put her relationship with Eric in jeopardy. If she wants to go to the Sorbonne in Paris all four years of college, and Eric doesn’t get in, she shouldn’t have to choose not to go because of his insecurity.

As she says in her next line:

Donna: All I mean is, I don’t know! Neither of us does! And this ring is just a stupid high school promise. If we’re meant to be together, then we’ll end up together!

Relationships take work to maintain, whether partners live in the same town or not. When Eric went to sleepaway camp with Kelso for however many summers, his friendships with Donna and Hyde didn’t end. They continued. Eric probably sent them post cards, too. If Donna goes to a different college than Eric, she’d surely miss him and do whatever she could to keep in consistent – not constant – contact with him.

Eric: No! The way we end up together is by saying we’ll be together and then … being together!

Donna: Eric, come on! We’re together now! Isn’t that enough?

Eric: No!

As I wrote here, Eric wants a guarantee Donna can’t give him. Even if she were to keep his promise ring and never take it off, their relationship could erode slowly. She could be hit by a bus, and Eric would lose her anyway. Instead of owning and dealing with his anxiety about his future, he tries to force Donna to give up dreams about her own.

Eric: I mean, damn, Donna! If you can see a future for yourself without me, and that doesn’t, like, break your heart, then –  I – we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.

Eric totally misinterprets what Donna’s been telling him. She doesn’t see a future for herself without him. She sees a future for herself where she has time without him.  She has passions in life beyond a romantic relationship. He doesn’t – which she’s not responsible for (the writers are, but that’s a subject for a different meta).

If he decides to run a comic book store, she shouldn’t have to work there, too. If he wants to spend a weekend at a sci-fi convention, she shouldn’t have to go with him. She might want to, but she shouldn’t be obligated to. If she becomes a rock journalist, which might require a lot of traveling, he’ll have to decide if he can accept that.

But she might decide that, after spending X-amount of time apart from Eric during their college years, that she doesn’t want their relationship to be long-distance part-time. At seventeen-years-old, Donna can’t know these things yet. She hasn’t had the experiences, and Eric is too afraid to “let” her have them.

Eric: And you know what? Maybe we shouldn’t be together at all.

Donna: Wait a minute. … Are you breaking up with me?

Eric: Well, are you giving back that ring?

Donna: Yes.

Eric: Then … yes.

Eric threatens to end their relationship if she doesn’t commit to having Eric-time all the time. He – and their relationship – has to be the priority in her life. But what about her? Him making her the priority in his life would look a lot different. It would mean giving her the freedom she wants to pursue her non-romantic passions without worrying he’ll do exactly what he does here: end their relationship.

Eric’s heartbreak in this episode is of his own design. He’s known of Donna’s desires for herself a long time, probably before they ever kissed. They grew up as best friends, after all. But he’s thinking only of himself.

Donna, on the other hand, doesn’t want to break up with him. She loves him, as she says. She wants to be in a relationship with him, but she also refuses – at seventeen-years-old – to limit her life because of that relationship. But he’s trusts her love for her so little that no less than complete and utter sublimation of her will to his is what he’ll accept.

That’s what the promise ring represents to her: complete and utter sublimation of her will to his. Not commitment. He’s not self-aware enough to recognize that, and the show really should’ve explored just what made him so scared. Instead, we have Eric and Donna rushing into an engagement and a happily ever after … which they’re ultimately deprived of by bad writing.

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #Eric x Donna #Donna Pinciotti #Eric Forman #My Meta #My Essay #Essay #Meta #Ask #Anon #The Promise Ring #3x25

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[A.N] Hey so um this is my first imagine kind of story. This is a Jeff Atkins imagine if you haven't noticed. Lil reminder that I DO NOT own any of the 13RW characters.

[In this story Jeff and Hannah live cause THESE ANGELS DESERVED BETTER]

Y/N: your name

Y/L/N: your last name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Warnings:Fluff, makeout, drinking (if you don't like drinking), swearing and cute lil Jeff.

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Y/N POV:

Saturday. The last night before school started again and of course someone must throw a comeback party right? Right. That someone is Jessica Davis. A really good friend of mine and a really nice person if you ask me. It's noon right now, parents out of town for an urgent business cause and here I am, Y/N  Y/L/N, in my bed in my boyfriend's large hoodie cuddling with him and watching Disney movies. 'Why aren't you watching a cool show or a romantic movie' I don't know... guess were that kind of couple. And to be honest I don't care what we're watching as long as I can play with his hair. Cliche right? Heh I don't care.

NORMAL POV:

"Y/N can we go to Jessica's party?" He says tilting his head to look at you. "I don't know Jeff I'm not in the mood for drunk horny teenagers" I say sarcastically and rolling my eyes. "Oh come on it'll be fun. Besides I'll be there making the party better" he turns his body around and hugs your waist. "Pweaase. For me?" He looks at you with his puppy blue eyes which makes it impossible to say no and he knows it. "Ugh okay we'll go" I say rolling your eyes. "Thank you...thank you...thank you..." he says as he pecks your lips.

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Y/N POV:

It's 7 Pm I'm getting ready and yes, I don't normally  party but since your boyfriend is one of the most popular baseball players at school he needs to be there. Aka you also need to be there cause ya know...party=drinking=girls hitting on him. And yes I do trust Jeff with my whole life but I don't trust them.

In anyway when I actually go party I dress pretty impressive I can say.

I combined a plain tight crop top with high waisted torn short jeans, a Gucci belt and a moon necklace that Jeff got me on my birthday.

NORMAL POV:

"Babe are you ready? We should get-" he shuts his mouth quickly before finishing his sentence. "Umm.. I- I mean- holy shit Y/N" he stares at you, analyzing you up and down before coming towards you and puts his hands on your waist and whispers in your ear "What do you think of canceling this party and just stay here?" His whispers, even after all these months of being in a relationship with him, they give you shivers. You can't help but smile. "I'm sorry tiger but I didn't get ready for nothing. You got yourself in to this" you say with a smirk on your face and giving him a kiss on his jaw line which made him even more frustrated. "Cmon move it tiger I don't wanna be late" he groans as he grabs his varsity jacket and takes your hand leading to your front door.

After a 10 minute ride to Jess' house, you two walk to her front yard seeing already drunk teenagers laughing, teasing and well, making out. "Wow already drunk I see" you say entering the house and seeing Jessica dancing with Justin. "Y/N!! Jeff!! How's my otp?" She greets you both with a huge smile on her face. "Pretty good. This one forced me to come." You look at Jeff and he tightens his grip on your waist. "Why you didn't want to come to my party? You're breaking my heart Y/N!" She says joking and making a sad face knowing that you don't like partying a lot. "Anyway since you're here why not have fun huh?" Says Justin giving a devilish look at Jeff which made him kiss your neck playfully. "Easy there tiger, as I said before you got into this mess on your own" you said turning around and playfully pushing his chest with your index finger. "Oh come on baby" he whines. "Go have fun with your friends babe. And by the way I'm keeping your eye on you" you said grabbing Jessica's arm and heading to Hannah who was sitting on the couch.

"Boo!" You shout making Hannah jump. "God Y/N don't ever do that shit!" She chuckles. "Why are you sitting here alone?" You sit next to her and Hannah glances over to where Clay Jensen was. "Oh my god! You like Jensen?" Jess gasps. "Oh Jess that's not new believe me." You say and Hannah slightly punches your arm. "Okay I do like him a little" you raise your eyebrow and she looks at you with a 'what' face "oh come on a little" you say making quote marks with your hands. She rolls her eyes "okay I like him a lot, satisfied?" She shrugs "no I'm not satisfied. Go to him and chat" you cross your arms. "Are you batshit crazy?! No way" she semi-whispers. "Come on Han, remember how Y/N and Jeff started hanging out and then dating" Jess points at me. "Um Jeff was tutored by Clay and Y/N happened to hang out with Clay?" Hannah says and  looks at both of as confused. "Kinda, well Clay happened to know that Jeff likes me and I also told him one day and he convinced me to talk with Jeff. We started hanging out and I helped him with French and boom our first date at the Crestmont theatre." You say and glance at Jeff who was already looking at your direction with Clay. "Hey Han, come with me." You say standing up and taking her hand. "No Y/N, no way" Hannah denies understanding where you wanna go. "Han please just let me be Cupid today" you look at her with a smile and puppy eyes which makes her roll her eyes and giving in.

JEFF'S POV:

I've always been Clay's 'cupid' and I need to admit he really did help me with Y/N. I will forever thank him for this and I'll do whatever I have to do to make things happen with him and Hannah.

NORMAL POV:

"Hey babe." You say giving him a peck on the lips and then turn to Clay "Sup Jensen?" "Y/N hi, um nothing much. Hannah..." "Hi Clay" says Hannah sheepishly. "So um Y/N I need to talk to you." says Jeff and you look at him confused "It's kinda urgent" he says again nodding towards Clay and Hannah. "Um yeah sure Jeff let's go" You say grabbing his masculine arm. As you walk away from Clay and Hannah you wink at Hannah and she sights.

"Oh my god we're such matchmakers" you tell Jeff laughing as you're walking upstairs "I know we are." Jeff whispers and he kisses your neck. "You really can't keep your hands to your self can you?" You say with your hands grabbing his neck. "Y/N have you seen yourself? How could I keep my hands away from you?" You can't help but smile to his comment. Jeff moves his kiss from your neck to your jaw line and then to your lips and without a fraction of a second you kiss him back. He grabs the back of your head giving in more in your kiss and you bite his bottom lip. He licked your lower lip asking for the entrance and you let him without hesitation. Now your tongues were dancing in sync. You both part away to catch your breath but after less than a minute Jeff grabs your hips, lifts you up and crashes you on the wall behind you. His kisses move again to your jaw line down to your sweet spot and starts sucking on it making a little love mark.

After a while of sucking each other's faces you go downstairs where Zach tells Jeff to go for a beer run.

"I wanna come with you babe" you ask looking up to his tall figure. "It's okay my French lady, I'll be back in 10 minutes anyway" he kisses the tip of your nose and he walks out of the door. You wanted to go after him, you had a bad feeling about this but when you did he was already turning left. "I'm probably overthinking this" you said and went back inside to find Jess or Hannah.

-After 10 minutes-

"Clay what's up?" You ask worried since you haven't heard from your boyfriend. You look at Hannah who looks concerned. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" the phone dropped out of hands and you started crying, being out of breath you were at the edge of having a panic attack. "Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?!" Hannah continued asking being really worried about you. "I- I need to go NOW" you picked your phone and started running outside the house "Clay which intersection you said?!" You asked trying to calm a little "Okay I'm coming right now".

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Hey, I hope it's good if it's not.. sorry.

I'm taking requests so if you have one just send it.

I'll probably start writing part 2 right now because I have nothing else to do.

Okie byee

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