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gojo doesn’t commit himself to a relationship, right…but what if he sought it out at first?
he dated with the hope that maybe he might fall in love, that he might get to experience something real, only for each of his exes to disappoint him in the end.
they loved him for his beauty; showed him off like a rare gem on display, only to put him back in the safe when other eyes weren’t watching.
they loved his wealth, and maybe that’s his own fault. he’s too generous when spoiling someone he cares about. he just didn’t expect his partners to reach for his wallet instead of his hand.
they loved him for his name, for his status, for the security of their future - and he couldn’t help but wonder if his heart held any value at all.
so maybe he comes to you a little stand off-ish and guarded. treats your courtship like a game, and is hot and cold. that’s all he’s ever known, all he’s ever experienced…
but the minute he learns that he’s safe with you. that you chose his heart over everything else. he’ll bask you in a love worth writing sonnets about. he holds so much of it, it pours out of him uncontrollably - he was just waiting for the right person to hold out a cup and receive it 🥺
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Guess what I've been doing for the last three hours?..3..2..1…And the correct answer!: I sat at the computer with Google translator under my ass and tried to read everything I could and couldn't about this person's AU @dictatortirah ..( I WORSHIP YOU OH LORD, GOD)..Ahem!.. The message is one: I’m going to publish “This piece of something” on VK, and try to tell the Russian audience about this wonderful AU. I hope you (dictatortirah) won’t mind hehe.. (I give you every right to beat me up if anything happens :3)
Угадайте чем я занималась последние три часа?..3..2..1…И правильный ответ!: Сидела за компом с гугл переводчиком под задницей и пыталась вычитать всё что только можно и нельзя об АУ этого человека: dictatortirah..(Я ПОКЛОНЯЮСЬ ВАМ ОГОСПАДИБОЖЕМОЙ)..Кхм!.. Посыл один: Я собираюсь опубликовать "Этот кусок чего-то" в ВК, и попытаться рассказать об этом замечательном АУ на русскую аудиторию. Надеюсь вы (dictatortirah) будете не против хехе..(Даю вам полное право избить меня в случае чего :3)
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Eyeing bara and mafia snap respectfully 😳 pfthehe avaian snaps though looks so goofy and silly, a goober. - simps? Anon
hehe =w= they don't mind if u look disrespectfully~
fkgjnbk yeah it's kinda hard to draw a bird boi that doesn't look a little silly.
n he is a freakin' goober yeah.
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you know, what struck me most about mitya's personality was how child-like he was despite being the oldest of the brothers. and, after finishing the book, i can't stop thinking about how that fits perfectly with the narrative and his role in the story. there's this guilelessness to mitya, this innocence that very easily turns into naivety. we watch how honest and open he is throughout the novel about the way he feels, no matter if he's extremely emotional and distressed or not, no matter if his fate is on the line or not; he never hid his emotions even if doing so would have been in his best interest. he's impulsive and feels things so intensely, almost lacking in the ability to control and regulate himself, just like a child does. his role in the story and his doom functioning as a sacrifice for the truth paired to ilyusha's death as a sacrifice for innocence just fit so perfectly with the exploration of innocence and guilt as a theme, leading to the analysis on what humans value more, truth or justice. and i just think this discussion hits so much harder with mitya being the representation of truth not only plot-wise but also being the personification of it. i really really enjoyed his characterisation.
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I am absolutely obsessed with the conversation between Marguerite and Chauvelin in Chapter VIII.
Just ... Just ...
Her delight in seeing him
Though it is as much because of the past he represents as for himself, they are still friends! Friends! They have a past together, he was in her social circle, which means he was part of the intellectual and artistic set of Paris, and he "knew Armand well"! What the hell? Where does this connection between them disappear to? Why isn't it used more?
His anger towards her
While she is delighted, he is sarcastic with her from the first, and I think it's because he is feeling personally betrayed. She was once part of the republican cause, but "betrayed" it by marrying into the aristocracy that Chauvelin hates. This seems to be their first meeting since her marriage, and he is so smug that it's gone poorly for her. He, so intensely devoted to the cause, probably would take it personally that she, Paris' brilliant leading lady, chose to betray her principles, but of course, she was always a moderate: pro-equality but not anti-aristocracy, and so she does not see herself as a traitor and doesn't realise what his moodiness means.
The way she teases him!
Asking what "or whom" he's doing in England?? Calling him "my little Chauvelin"? Saying she's gotta be pretty miserable or she wouldn't be so happy to see him? She's so confident and even condescending! Their power dynamic starts out entirely in her favour and is reversed over the course of the book, and that's so interesting, I wanted a more deliberate exploration of that!
Chauvelin being kinda noble actually?
The fact that when he entreats her to aid France, his expression is described as one of "singular earnestness". No sarcasm, no hate, just devotion. He even becomes "impressive and full of dignity" as he describes his mission in England.
“For the sake of France, citoyenne!” reiterated Chauvelin, earnestly.
He doesn't come to her intending to blackmail her, he doesn't come up with that until he finds out her brother is in league with the Scarlet Pimpernel, which he would also probably take quite personally, because he, again, "knew Armand well".
I wanted more of this!
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im sorry but for some reason this is so funny to me. i sent tamar to bed for the night and Gore was waaay on the other side of the room just chillin', but then when she woke up he was suddenly right there sitting at the foot of her bed, just staring into the flames of the fireplace looking like he was contemplating the meaning of life
Tamar: Gore?? What - is something wrong?
Gore: If you eat wolf meat, does that make you a cannibal?
Tamar: ...
Tamar: If you eat a raven, does that make you a cannibal?
Gore: ...
Tamar: ...
Tamar: How much did you drink last night?
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that embarrassing sex moments ask is so funny, it makes me imagine meowy jumping on the bed and licking its paw or something, and then aki just stops and stares at it because he’s so weirded out
meowy is a huge menace about it, he's always interrupting you and aki's private time. if aki forgets to close the door, meowy will barge in and just sit and stare at the two of you like he's judging. and even when aki closes the door to your bedroom, you'll be going at it, when suddenly meowy starts scratching at the door and meowing like it's the end of the world, until someone finally caves and lets him in.
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Headcanon that I've been playing around with in my head but Leon refuses to play any strategic game outside those he fully trusts because he loves being underestimated and also, it makes it easier to manipulate people for fun (there's a 50% chance it will go very wrong but he's getting Better the more he does it to strangers!).
If he either proposes or accepts a game of chess or checkers or go from anyone, it means that they have his trust.
There can be exceptions, like, say, playing a game for information but chances are he will play the 'beginners luck' excuse as far as he can.
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There were a handful of times before that fateful night, when things got particularly bad, when her stomach was eating itself, when her thoughts turned dark and bleak, when she had been rejected once again for the umpteenth time, when blood was seeping from the fresh wound under her eye and she staunched it with the last of her kerchief, that Grizabella had the fleeting thoughts of returning. Of throwing herself at her family's mercy and begging them to take her back. That she couldn't do it on her own anymore; that the world was cruel and unforgiving and it was so much harder than she’d thought; that she *did* need them after all and she didn't mean what she'd said all that time ago. That she...that she missed them, even as she had boasted that she never would.
She remembers Sunday dinners and the warm light of dens and laughter echoing far into the night and the annual Ball; she remembers night watch and their social circles; she remembers little queens whose names she had long forgotten hanging on her every word, eyes wide with adoration that she had shrugged away, and showing off her dancing, her voice, the toss of her hair, to swathes of admirers that had showered her in praises; she remembers Gus, who'd already begun to grey at the temples, telling his tales to an enraptured new group, and asking for the hundredth time if she wouldn’t like a spot at his old theatre. She remembers Deuteronomy smiling serenely at her while she curtsied and sat with her face pressed to his side; how kind he'd always been to her. Wonders if he would still be as kind to her now.
Thinks they all must be older now...that she is older now.
But as had been said of her before, Grizabella's pride has always been her greatest downfall. She couldn't shake it; she could never admit defeat even when it stared her directly in the face. She had left with her nose so far in the air that returning with it dragging on the pavement sent such a shudder of despair through her it solidified her will tenfold. Not to mind the clear outline of her ribs or the cough that had near ruined her voice - not to mind what had become of her in the dark pockets of alleyways, her dress torn over her shoulder and the last of her youthful beauty running down the slant of her face, leaving her with...nothing; nothing at all.
She couldn't go back - she wouldn't.
But still, it was nice to think about. Once in a while.
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