#i had no idea what i was saying throughout… all of that (._.)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

María Félix (Doña Barbara, La Mujer sin Alma, Rio Escondido, La Cucaracha)—Maria Felix is still possibly the most well-known Mexican film actress. She turned down multiple-roles in Hollywood and a contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer in order to take roles in Mexico, France, and Argentine throughout the 1940s, 50s, 60s. She was so famous and so respected as a dramatic actress that she inspired painters, novelists and poets in their own art--she was painted by Diego Rivera, Jose Orozco, Bridget Tichenor. The novelist Carlos Fuentes used her as inspiration for his protagonist in Zona Sagrada. She inspired an entire collection by Hermes. In the late 1960s Cartier made her a custom collection of reptile themed jewels. She considered herself to be powerful challenger of morality and femininity in Mexico & worldwide--she routinely played powerful women in roles with challenging moral choices and free sexuality. But even still, years after he death, she is celebrated with Google Doodles, and appearances in the movie Coco, and holidays for the anniversary of her death.

Vyjayanthimala (Madhumati, Amrapali, Sangam, Devdas)—Strong contender for /the/ OG queen of Indian cinema for over 2 straight decades. Her Filmfare Lifetime Achievement Award came not a moment too soon with 62 movies under her belt. Singer, dancer, actor, and also has the most expressive set of eyes known to man

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Vyjayanthimala:

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María Félix:

She's Thee Hot Vintage Movie Woman of México. She's absolutely gorgeous and always looks like she's about to step on you. you WILL be thankful if she does.

"María Félix is a woman -- such a woman -- with the audacity to defy the ideas machos have constructed of what a woman should be. She's free like the wind, she disperses the clouds, or illuminates them with the lightning flash of her gaze." - Octavio Paz

María Félix is one of the most iconic actresses of the Golden Era of Mexican Cinema. La Doña, as she was lovingly nicknamed, only had one son, and when her first marriage ended in divorce her ex-husband stole her only child, so she vowed that one day she’d be more influential than her ex and she’d get her son back. AND SHE DID! María Félix rejected a Hollywood acting role to start her acting career in Mexico on her own terms with El Peñón de las Ánimas (The Rock of Souls) starring alongside actor, and future third husband, Jorge Negrete. She quickly rose to incredible heights both in Mexico and abroad, later on rejecting a Hollywood starring role (Duel in the Sun) as she was already committed to the movie Enamorada at the planned filming time. Of this snubbing she said, quote: “I will never regret saying no to Hollywood, because my career in Europe was focused in [high] quality cinema. [My] india* roles are made in my country, and [my] queen roles are abroad.” (Translator notes: here the “india” role means interpreting a lower-class Mexican woman, usually thought of indigenous/native/mixed descent —which she had interpreted and reinvented throughout her acting career in Mexico— and what abroad was typically considered the Mexican woman stereotype, with the braids, long simple skirts, and sandals. This also references the expectation of her possibly helping Hollywood in perpetuating this stereotype for American audiences that lack the cultural and historical contexts of this type of role which would undermine her own efforts against this type of Mexican stereotypes while working in Europe) She was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world of her time by international magazines like Life, París Match, and Esquire, and was a muse to a vast number of songwriters (including her second husband Agustin Lara,), artists, designers, and writers. Muralist Diego Rivera described her as “a monstrously perfect being. She’s an exemplary being that drives all other human beings to put as much effort as possible to be like her”. Playwriter Jean Cocteau, who worked with her in the Spanish film La Corona Negra (The Black Crown) said the following about her, “María, that woman is so beautiful it hurts”. Haute Couture houses like Dior, Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Balenciaga, Hérmes, among others, designed and dressed her throughout her life. She died on her birthday, April 8, 2002, at 88 years old, in Mexico City. She was celebrated by a parade from her home to the Fine Arts Palace in the the city’s Historic Downtown, where a multitude of people paid tribute to her. Her filmography includes 47 movies from 1942 until 1970, and only two television acting roles in 1970. She has 2 music albums, one recorded with her second husband, Agustín Lara, in 1964 titled La Voz de María y la inspiración de Agustín «The voice of María and the inspiration of Augustín», and her solo album Enamorada «In Love» in 1998. Her bespoke Cartier jewelry is exhibited alongside Elizabeth Taylor’s, Grace Kelly’s and Gloria Swanson’s. In 2018, Film Director Martin Scorsese presented a restored and remastered version of her film Enamorada in the Cannes Classics section of the Cannes Festival and Google dedicated a doodle for her 104th birthday. On august 2023 Barbie added her doll to the Tribute Collection.

#vyjayanthimala #maría félix #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 5

[fooled-around-and-fell]

how low can you go?

summary: gojo satoru is possessive. you are also possessive. apparently it's not good to be possessive over your partner, so you're... trying to work it out. not really. pairing: gojo satoru x female reader content warnings: borderline toxic relationship (or maybe no borderline, just toxic), jealousy, fluff a/n: not my best work... slightly weird... kinda just wanted the banter and make it short so... thank you for the idea luv, sorry if I did not do it justice :") @sadmonke

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You've talked about it before -- Satoru being possessive and you.. being the same. You literally almost threw a dart between a girl's eyes, through her skull and into her brain because Satoru was trying to get you jealous. And Satoru... well... let's just say you had to pay bail.

So here you are, in the living room, both sulking and irritated. You and Satoru recently met a friend who's a couple's therapist apparently, and she said what you and Satoru currently have is highly toxic. She recommended you and Satoru fix things before it gets out of hand.

"So, no more getting jealous." He repeats.

"Same goes to you." You mutter. "And no fighting other people."

"Or threatening or glaring-"

"-that's impossible." You glare at him to prove your point.

"Look, I'm not any happier about this than you are." He says. "But.. apparently this is what we have to do to move our relationship forward."

You sigh. And so the deal begins.

You try to soothe your glare away as you watch Satoru teach a new student. Sure, some guidance is needed, but does he need to have his hands touch her to do it?

Feeling lasers at the back of his head, Satoru turns around and grins when he sees you glaring at him. He wiggles his index finger as if saying "no, no, no jealousy or glaring," but proceeds to put his hands on the new student (appropriately, ofc, just enough to make her blush).

"Ugh." You roll your eyes when you see Satoru giggling. You're ready to let the thought go and walk away, but then you see a familiar face walking towards you and a brilliant idea pops into your head.

"Hmm, two can play that game."

"Megumi!" You call out the raven haired boy.

Satoru's head cocks to the side as he hears your voice fade, realizing your attention isn't on him anymore. Then he sees you looping an arm around Megumi -- which you've never done before, and he pouts.

"Fine. I guess we are playing that game."

You spend the rest of the day with Megumi, dragging him to where Satoru always is, feigning it as coincidence -- you're just showing the kid around the school grounds that was just recently renovated.

And though you might think Satoru will never be jealous of Megumi, the child you and him practically raised, don't forget that Satoru is jealous over any attention you give to other people but him.

"Can I go now?" Megumi sighs, tired of circling around the school grounds twice now.

"No." You smile sweetly at him before dragging him to walk towards where Satoru is.

Satoru's finished teaching the new student, and just as he's about to walk back, he runs into you, talking to Megumi about something you're apparently so passionate about.

"Hi sweetie," Satoru smiles, "Having fun with Megs?"

"Don't call me that." Megumi rolls his eyes.

"Megs and I occasionally have a good time," You answer. "Finished teaching? Hope he wasn't too rough on you." You smile back to the new student.

The new student looks flustered and Megumi sighs, deciding to be a good senior and take her back to her dorm room, away from all of your and Satoru's toxicity.

"Seriously," Megumi adds, "Get it together."

You roll your eyes at the younger boy. Always acts so mature and such an adult when he doesn't need to be one yet. Reflecting at your own actions throughout your relationship with Satoru, it's possible that you might've been acting childish.

"So this isn't working, huh?"

Satoru sighs, shaking his head. "Guess not."

You walk back home with him, hand in hand. "I'm sorry I'm a jealous person... I'd say I'll do better but... we both know I won't."

"We're both very jealous," Satoru adds, "but at the same time I'm cocky enough to know that there's no one else you'd rather be with but me."

You laugh and playfully elbow his side, "not wrong."

Satoru puts his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. "But in all seriousness, I want you to know that even though I am very jealous, I also trust you with everything I've got. I know you won't do anything to purposely hurt me."

"Never." You affirm, "And me too. I get super jealous and it's probably not healthy to silently threaten every girl who gets close to you, but I know you won't do anything."

"But is it going to ruin our relationship?" You ask out loud.

"Maybe it's just our dynamic?"

"It's super weird as far as dynamics go."

"Yeah," Satoru nods, "But we're both weird."

"We? Oh sweetie." You shake your head. "It's really just you."

Satoru pinches your nose as you tease him.

"I fucking love you, you know that?"

"I fucking love you too."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru jjk #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru x female reader #satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #satoru x female reader #satoru x female reader fluff

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

One of Ed's most persistent struggles is identifying his own core character traits. This is a guy who started believing himself a monster when he was a boy, and throughout his life, he's had his excellent qualities dismissed, been told he doesn't actually want the things he wants, and has come to believe the absolute worst traits people tell him he has are the basest aspects of his personality.

When he tells Stede in s2e7 that he doesn't "even know who [he] is," I think that sums it up pretty damn well. It echoes how he tells Stede in s1e8 that his behavior with Calico Jack is who he is, even as CJ is constantly pushing him to keep going and driving a wedge between him and Stede, and when he says "you were always gonna realize what I am," it's right after CJ's behavior has become unacceptable. To Ed, "what he is" is someone dangerous and unlovable.

And I'm thinking about how Ed admits in the gravy basket that he's worried he's insane, when that's one of Izzy's absolute favorite things to tell him that he is. For a long time, it's pretty clear that Ed isolated himself from everyone but Izzy - though I'm sure this was probably Ed's choice, at least in the beginning, Izzy reinforces it by twisting events when reporting to Ed, badmouthing Ed to the crew, and trying to cut conversations short whenever Ed talks to anyone who isn't Izzy. He has been unable, for what seems to be a long time, to get much of any external input on positive things about himself, only hearing from Izzy that he's insane, unpleasant, etc.

Ed thinks, for so much of the show, that he is defined by what he considers the worst and most unlovable aspects of himself. He's goaded into violence and told that that's all he is. When he tries to express his wants and needs and self-identify in more positive ways, he's often punished for it. He says that he just wants to be Ed; Stede leaves him. He says he wants to be called Ed, and be soft, and choose how he wants to dress. Izzy threatens him. He is so unaccustomed to being able to state his own wants and feelings and articulate the kind of person he is.

It's going to be so lovely, for Ed to finally be able to safely self-identify. He's Stede Bonnet's boyfriend. He's a regular dude. He'll be able to tell himself and others that Ed's favorite juice is orange, and he likes soft blankets, and his favorite color of nail polish is pink. He'll be able to listen to Stede saying "oh, that's Ed, he's so sweet," thoughtful, gentle, such a good listener, funny, etc. Just finally, finally, getting to replace those awful ideas about himself and learn about all the wonderful things Ed can be.

#ofmd #our flag means death

[shirleycarlton]

Familiar

For the MayPrompts2024 by the wonderful @calaisreno

Familiar

Sherlock couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He knew that this cake, the taste and structure of it, stirred an ancient memory deep inside of his brain. It just didn’t stir it hard enough to become clear in his mind. There were only vague associations: a feeling of relaxed happiness, sunny weather, belonging.

“What are you suddenly smiling about?” John asked, smiling contentedly himself from the opposite side of the rickety café table as the sun beautifully lit up one lock of his hair.

After briefly looking up from his cake to the love of his life (who had no idea of his feelings - a minor detail), Sherlock looked away over the outside seating area of the establishment whose owner they had just helped solve a mysterious series of thefts (or not so mysterious, once Sherlock had solved it). Then he stared back at his cake. “I don’t know.”

And as soon as the words had left his mouth, he suddenly remembered. His grandmother’s garden, in the south of France, with the exact same cake on little plates in front of them on the white garden table. Her soft voice. “Always remember that I love you, Sherlock.”

“I love you.” He blinked.

John choked on his drink.

Sherlock hadn’t meant to say it. Not at all.

Yet, he regretted nothing.

Because the way John was looking at him right now was better than when he called Sherlock brilliant, amazing, or extraordinary. John was biting his lip as if he was attempting to hold back a radiant burst of happiness. “You’re being serious?” he asked, a tiny trace of wariness creeping along the edge of his broad, expectant grin.

Sherlock didn’t hesitate more than a fraction of a second. John’s warm smile had melted away all the fears that Sherlock had accumulated throughout the months of loving him secretly. “Yes,” he simply said, noticing the little tone of surprise in his own voice.

John seemed to collect himself for a moment, then cleared his throat and tentatively reached his hand across the little table to put it over Sherlock’s. “I must say,” he said, smiling at their joined hands, his voice barely more than a whisper, “this is not how I had imagined this moment would happen, if it ever did. And I have often imagined it. But, well, I guess this is as good a time as any.” He looked Sherlock in the eye, his eyebrows knitted together. “I love you too, Sherlock.”

“You’re being serious?” Sherlock jested mock-incredulously, relief washing over him like the waves of the Mediterranean near his grandmother’s cottage.

“You know what?” John said, pushing his tongue inside his cheek. “Let’s go home, so I can convince you properly.”

“That sounds like a very sound plan,” Sherlock replied, trying to sound serious.

“That’s because I’m brilliant,” John said, pulling Sherlock up, still holding his hand.

“You really are.”

#MayPrompts2024

#mayprompts2024 #johnlock #ficlet #my writing

[colourme-feral]

@respectthepetty As you'd written in your post, Asami was very specifically making moves on Yuki. However, the man had already started his attack far before bed time. Asami visited without notice, cooked for Yuki and told him to go shower!!! And then he looked at Yuki's bed and made conversation about it. Casually. As though he wasn't thinking about much. Sneaky of him! (I'm betting they will sleep together on said bed. It has to happen now!)

Here's a little nugget that the subtitles didn't include.

I'm sorry about this small apartment. Note: Yuki is apologising for only having a small apartment to host Asami, who is a celebrity and is someone who is probably used to larger and more fancy spaces.

Despite that (the small size of your apartment), you have a semi-double bed. That's erotic/sexy (of you).* No, it's not (me)! I didn't buy it. Note:

*This line was completely untranslated, but I thought it was quite important...

A semi-double is only approximately 122cm x 195cm (48” x 77”), which isn't actually very big. It can sleep two people, but it's usually very narrow and if used by two people, they would likely be sleeping together (reference).

For a small apartment, it would make more sense to use a bed that takes up less space, like a single. Unless you're sleeping with someone and need a slightly bigger bed. It is the suggestion that there's someone Yuki is having/has sex with, or is planning on having sex with that is what Asami is alluding to when he says that it's "erotic/sexy" to Yuki, which is why Yuki is flustered by it.

On top of this, the idea of them sleeping together has already been brought up in the first episode, so there's probably that memory in the back of Yuki's mind and paired with Asami's comments and actions throughout the evening, which have been fairly suggestive after all.

#25 ji akasaka de #at 25:00 in akasaka #language my love my pain

[oddballwriter]

The Second

Summary: After going on an unplanned adventure with your best friend and crush, his host, and his host's wife to stop the end of the world, and ending up in an accidental love triangle... square...whatever shape it is, you go back to your hometown to clear your mind. It's a great success for you, helping you reconnect with your childhood friend and even bring him back to continue the fun and show him your life in London. But unbeknownst to you, it seems like it might just cause a rift that is born on one side of the triangle.

Warnings: Love triangle and unrequited feelings. The reader is referred to using she/her. Angst, it's soft but it's there. Third-wheeling. I can't think of anything else but I feel like there's more, if there is just tell me. 

Author’s Snip: This is sort of a pilot for a series idea that I have that involves all kinds of love shape situations, rivalry, and dragging friends into all kinds of avatar shenanigans on accident. So if you guys like this, let me know so that I can prep and have it ready for writing and planning.

Notes: This is not proofread before posting, if there are errors blame Grammarly for not catching it. I might fix them later.  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 2,892

Tag List: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

What an adventure you just went on. It all feels so unreal when you even try and think about it. Even as you stare up at the ceiling above your bed you find it hard to really digest fully.

Your good friend Steven turned out to be an alter for a person with DID who's named Marc Spector, whom you had not met, ever, throughout you and Steven's close friendship. In which Marc is the avatar and fist of justice for the Egyptian god Khonshu and was living his life while Steven was not fronting, unbeknownst to Steven, and has been playing a game of keep-away with a cult and their leader for a scarab. And you ended up finding all that out when some members of the cult kidnapped you to intimidate Steven and Marc. By the way, Marc is married and has been married, to a woman named Layla. And so you had to go on this whole adventure with all three of them to stop the end of the world, or something, nearly dying on several occasions, and now it's done apparently. Crisis averted. Also, there is a fucking third one.

You're sure that if you told someone outside of your journal and your new group of friends about this, then you would be thrown into a psychiatric hospital in record time.

And that isn't even mentioning all the complicated feelings you're having right now about the love triangle, that only you are aware of. Because of course, you're in a love triangle that the two other people have no idea exists. It's complicated. It was a little complicated at the start, and now it's so much more complicated because now there's another person involved.

Scratch that, four people involved. This is a love square.

Fuck it, now that Jake's here it might actually be a love pentagon now!

Either way, it all has to do with your feelings towards Steven. You had developed them pretty early on in your friendship with Steven because you just so happened to fall into your type. Dork, sweet, funny, and polite guys were your weakness. You tried to fight them off, not wanting to ruin the friendship that you honestly valued with Steven. But he just had this aura and energy that had your heart like a moth to a flame. Some might call it a slow burn. You'd say that it all was fast. But the warmth went to heat that got painful when you found out about Marc and Layla, and thus Steven and Layla.

You're not mad at Layla. Of course not! Why would you? She was there first, technically. It feels bad to say that. Both because you'd have to try and snuff out the feelings that you have, but also because it sounds wrong. It sounds like Steven's an object to be won instead of a person with his own thoughts and feelings. And you never once saw him like that. He was Steven. Nice, sweet, funny Steven.

You knew you needed to move on, even if it hurt. You know you don't have the guts and nerve to be 'the other person' even if you got the chance to be. It would be disrespectful to Layla, and Layla's a great woman. You settle on going back home, to your hometown, to see family and friends in hopes that it'll distract you, maybe even help you get over it if you're lucky. You call up your family who gladly accept the idea and will set up the room that you'll stay in by the time you get there. With that, you pack your bags, get ready for the trip, and head off.

You don't tell Steven that you're leaving to anywhere at first until you're just about to leave, figuring that if he tries to visit you and you're not there he'll assume someone else has kidnapped you and panic. You just send him a simple "As a heads up I'll be out of town for a while. I need a break.", at some point in your trip heading towards your hometown he texts you back with a single "Okay. Sounds nice.".

As it turns out, going around old loved ones really does help your blues. Matter of fact it seems like everyone from your life here heard the news that you'd be spending a few weeks in town and all got together to see you. Your uncle and dad actually threw a little family cookout so that everyone can come say hi to you.

Everyone had questions for you. What's London like? What have you been doing? How's life going over there?

Of course, you can't tell them about all the recent events and you also don't want to ruin your good mood by talking about Steven like you probably would have if this were a trip not spawned from him, in a sense. Overall, everyone's just happy you're back regardless.

You meet a really old face amidst the crowd of family and friends who've assembled. Samson. Sammy. God, you'd know his face anywhere and you know he'd know yours too. You and Sammy have been best friends since diapers. Your moms were friends. Apparently, the story goes that your mom and dad were at the courthouse waiting in line to sign the marriage papers and so were Sammy's mom and dad. Your mothers started talking and it turns out they have a lot in common. By the time both parties left the courthouse, they were in each other's weddings, to which they then found out that they both would be moving into the same area to settle down. Your moms swear that you and Sammy being close in age was just a coincidence but you always joked that it wasn't.

Sammy is hard to put into words. How do you describe the person who's been your best friend since both of you were coloring with crayons and all the way to high school graduations and beyond? The number one person you would talk to about things outside of your parents and through all of the other friends you've both had throughout your lives, the one that has always been the same. Sammy is just Sammy to you, in the most sincere way possible.

After seeing each other at the cookout you catch up on just about everything. What you've been up to, any life milestones you've gotten to while apart. You tell him about London and he tells you about his life here in town. Sammy's gotten up to a few things, had a few girlfriends, and apparently, he's developed his own business. Turns out he's a handyman and locksmith now and makes great money. Gets to make his own hours, so he says. Sammy teases you a bit and asks if you've been collecting British boyfriends. You know it's just a tease but it plucks at the still tender parts of your heart a little. You brush it off and say no.

"No?" Sammy questions, "Come on. Someone like you over there? You're kidding me. You've got to have some guys waiting like a dog for you to come back." he says. You decide to play along in the banter.

"Maybe I do. What of it, Sam-I-Am." you shrug, pretending like he's trying to compete and also pulling out old childhood nicknames. Sammy cringes and the nickname, "Oof, not the Sam-I-Am from kindergarten. You know only my dad called me that until you said it in class. Then everyone started calling me that till fifth grade." Sammy laughs. "Not you doing your shitty British accents when I said I had a thing for British boys back in seventh grade." you reference and make a call back of your own. "It made you laugh and that was my goal." Sammy playfully defended.

For a good half of your stay, Sammy was there, like always, and you would be talking about the old days. Referencing various moments and laughing or cringing together. It felt so nostalgic and good to just feel that bond again, have someone who knows all your little inside jokes and references because they were there when it was formed, and you both didn't want it to stop.

So when the day that you were to go back to London you threw out the idea that Sammy come back with you and continue the fun there. Show him what you've been doing and show him the little life you've created there.

Even though you live in a one-bedroom apartment you managed to accommodate your guest pretty well. You always knew that the pull-out bed extension of your couch that you bought second-hand would have a use someday. You two settled on rules and bases, along with where various things are in case they're needed.

After that, it was just more talking that made the time go by so fast and other things seem so minuscule. You hadn't really paid attention to the fact that you had a brief text conversation with Steven when you got back basically just telling him that you were back and what you're up to right now. It wasn't until he texted you something that sort of snapped you out of it.

You: I'm not really doing anything but my friend came back with me and will be here for a bit.

Steven: Oh that's nice

Steven: Can I meet them maybe?

You weren't sure how long you spent looking at that message, but it was long enough that Sammy noticed. "Something wrong?" he asks. "No," you reply, "Just one of my friends. He says he wants to meet you... if you're okay with that," you explain but hesitate slightly at the end, not really liking the sound of having Steven over right now after being able to get him off your mind. "Sure! I'd love to meet one of your friends here." Sammy responds, "If that's alright with you of course." he adds.

You take a second to weigh it out in your mind. On one hand, having the guy that you have feelings for over after you went on a whole vacation partially because he doesn't feel that way towards you doesn't sound like the best idea. But maybe having Sammy here will reduce that feeling of awkwardness since it can just be having your friends meet each other.

Taking the gamble, you tell Steven that he's good to come over.

The next few minutes are spent continuing to talk to Sammy, making jokes and having banter. When you hear the knock at your door you and a text from Steven that announces that he's arrived. You get up from the couch and make your way to the door, unlocking it and opening it up. And there he is, smiling at you and giving you his usual polite little "hello". You greet him back before stepping out of the way so that he can come in.

Sammy gets up from his seat on the couch and comes to shake Steven's hand. You see Steven hesitate briefly and sort of freeze up before taking the hand shake. You step in between them.

"Steven, this is my childhood friend, Samson. Samson, this is my friend Steven." you introduce them to each other and gesture to them respectively. "Nice to meet you!" Sammy comments. "Likewise," Steven responds.

You all take a seat, you and Sammy back on the couch while Steven takes a chair from your little dining table set. Sammy and Steven have some good small talk back and forth, talking the usual stuff when you meet new people. You can see Steven being a little fidgety, picking at his sweater sleeve, nodding along but having a small crease between his brows. All things that he does when he's nervous or concerned with something, you take it as Steven being shy about meeting and talking to new people like he usually is. You take it upon yourself to sort of help him by bringing up subjects that you know he's good at talking about.

"Steven loves Ancient Egypt and mythos. He knows pretty much everything," you mention. Sammy raises his brows in interest, "Really?" he questions. "Oh yeah," Steven confirms, "I would have made a bloody good tour guide if my superior wasn't out to get me." Steven remarks. You see Sammy hold back a laugh in the corner of your vision, you turn to him and light-heartedly scold him with a "Stop it.". Sammy looks towards you, his smile growing to a shit-eating grin. "Stop it," you repeat, "Behave. I told you not to laugh," you say as you struggle to keep your own laughter in. "He said the thing." Sammy squeaks out before letting a few laughs leave him. You lean in and bap him on the shoulder playfully, "Stop," you warn as you give him a few baps.

Steven lets out a small laugh that only you can tell is his fake trying-to-pretend-I-get-it laugh. "I'm sorry, Steven." you apologize, "Not even 24 hours in and he doesn't know how to act," you say as you look back to Sammy and give him a playful shake. "I'm sorry." Sammy says to Steven, "There's an inside joke to it I swear." he says.

"What's the joke?" Steven inquires. Your face drops, knowing what Sammy is going to say. "Don't you dare," you warn Sammy as you try to cover his mouth, but Sammy already knew that you are going to stop him and is ready to block your hand. You both spend a few seconds lightly wrestling as you try to cover his mouth and he blocks you in some way. "It has something to do with her-" Sammy says before you interrupt him with a "No!" in objection, "British boyfriend!" Sammy announces. "I don't have a British boyfriend!" you object through laughs as you hit him with a couch pillow. You both spend a few moments laughing. When you finally calm down you find Steven looking at the two of you like you've grown and extra head.

You sigh and look to Sammy, "Why don't you explain 'British boyfriend' to him since you want to talk about it so much?". "Okay, okay," Sammy submits. "This one," Sammy says pointing at you, "Had a thing for this one kid who was visiting family for the summer in our home neighborhood back in seventh grade, or seventh year, whatever it's called here. And so we have this joke that he was her British boyfriend. And I used to do a really bad accent to make her laugh and get all embarrassed.", Sammy looks at you and reassures, "I'm not going to do it, don't worry.".

The conversation goes on but you and Sammy can't help but say more jokes that you then need to explain to Steven, which leads to other stories and laughing fits between the two of you. You try to do the same with Steven in case he references something between the two of you, but you find that Steven just seems to sit there and listen, nodding along. You want to try and prompt something but at some point, you're able to sense this weird tension in the air whenever you do.

You aren't too sure what to do. You don't want to shoo Steven out since you've always said that Steven was always welcomed at your place, but the atmosphere is strange between the two of you for some reason. It isn't until Sammy gives something that would get the job done.

"You know, it's really nice to meet you, Steven. But I think the traveling is starting to catch up with me." Sammy says as he stretches his arms out. "Oh, no worry. I was actually thinking of getting out of your hair. You know..." Steven responds, "Since you guys probably had to get out early to get back here." he clarifies. Steven was already getting up to leave by the time he even started talking.

Sammy and you get up also, and you go in for the usual goodbye hug that you and Steven do when parting ways, Sammy shakes Steven's hand again and says his goodbyes.

Once Steven leaves, you and Sammy set up the couch so that Sammy can nap for a bit. You head to your room so that you can take one for yourself and reflect on the meeting. You still have a bit of that feeling of weird tension but figure that maybe Steven wasn't prepared for all the energy that you and Sammy created and all the inside jokes. Maybe a second get-together could help with that. After all, it might be great to have two best friends also be best friends with each other.

Meanwhile, Steven walks back, sitting in his thoughts quietly as he walks until Marc appears in a reflection along the walk. "What's with the long face?" Marc asks. Steven glances at Marc for a moment, "Nothing, it's just that..." Steven opens up with, "I felt like a bit of a third wheel over there." he admits. Marc shrugs, "Well it is her friend from her hometown, isn't it? I'm sure they'd be all chatty with each other.".

"Yeah, I suppose so." Steven replies, "It just felt a bit... off." Steven remarks.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant

[incorrect-rqg]

Okay my intent here is not to start drama in the rqg fandom in 2024 because I love this community and frankly it's not that deep, but there's something I just wanna talk about for a sec.

I've seen the sentiment around lately that the party is unnecessarily cruel to Wilde - from the Prague arc all the way up to Damascus or even Japan - and that this specifically contributes to Wilde's guardedness and unwillingness to be emotionally open with the party throughout the show. That he goes "oh, you want me to be the snarky punching bag with no feelings? Then that's what I'll be."

While this is a sentiment I generally agree with, I take some issue with the idea that the party - Grizzop specifically - is mean to Wilde for "no reason".

Grizzop has a very good reason to dislike being around Wilde, which he expresses on numerous occasions - Wilde's lack of respect for Grizzop's personhood and his use of condescending and demeaning language.

While Wilde never actually calls Grizzop "It" like he'd later claim (just a result of long gaps between sessions and Ben being a human being with imperfect memory), he does call him "this one" and generally treat him in a dismissive and condescending way, even after being told to stop numerous times.

Now, I've seen the argument that this is kind of just how Wilde talks to everyone. That's just who he is, especially in earlier arcs. This isn't entirely untrue, but that doesn't change the fact that like... Grizzop is a goblin (in the RQGverse a minority race with a history of oppression), who has been the target of this kind of language and attitude from humans his entire life. He's entirely warranted in being upset at being treated this way. Wilde doesn't ever really give Grizzop any reason to like him, and frankly Grizzop doesn't owe Wilde jack shit.

Another scenario is the iconic moment where Grizzop punches Wilde in the dick. I made a post about this a couple days ago while Very High and then forgot to delete it in the morning so it's just up now. But I've seen a couple comments (on the post and elsewhere) being like "poor Wilde :(" or "he didn't deserve that" and like... He kinda did? He was being antagonistic and negging Sasha, deliberately trying to make her feel worse about her upcoming Risky Medical Procedure. Even if it was just him being silly that's still a pretty shitty thing to do. You can argue that Grizzop went overboard with the physical violence, but arguing that it wasn't at all warranted doesn't make sense to me.

I love Wilde as much as the next rqg fan. He's probably my favourite character, maybe behind Sasha. But in order to appreciate the extent of his character growth it's important to recognize situations where yeah, he was being shitty and antagonistic.

And, even in a scenario as silly and fantastical as this, I still think it's important to not brush off the experiences of a marginalized person who says they're a target of discriminatory language, even if the perpetrator is someone you like. Wilde is white, and charming, and wealthy, and in a position of power over Grizzop as his handler and as a government representative. He is not the victim in this situation.

Again, very much not looking to start shit here, especially because "aw, poor Wilde :(" is definitely a thought I've had while listening to early RQG. This is just something I've been thinking about a lot during my current relisten and wanted to share with you guys.

#RQG meta #rqg #rusty quill gaming #not a quote #rqg wilde #rqg grizzop #grizzop drik acht amsterdam

[enaelyork]

Howdy!

I just discovered your blog and I am excited to read your Cooper Howard stuff.

I have a (18+) request for Cooper Howard as The Ghoul. Could I have him, the reader, and Lucy, traveling to New Vegas together and the reader and Cooper can't get a moment alone togther. Like Lucy accidently keeps interrupting or won't take the hint to leave, so Cooper at one point just says to her to leave so he can fuck the reader. Lucy feels so bad and leaves, and then the reader and Cooper go at it lol.

No worries if you can't do the request, I just want to say your an awesome writer!

Thanks❤️

Hey Anon ! Thx you so much for this request !

I reeeaaaaalllllly like this awkward plot. Here we go ! You u enjoy it.

Pls be cool, english is not my first langage.

+ 18 DNI / Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul x Reader / P in V/ Fingering/ Piece of violence/ Unprotect sex.

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My ask for Cooper Howard is Open

You wanted him.

There was nothing consistent with this need. Firstly because your first altercation wasn't anything like a love affair (unless hand-to-hand combat fell into that category), then because...Damn, he's more irradiated than a hundred power plants nuclear weapons combined.

But it was eating you up.

Eating away at every bit of your mind and reason. Every movement he made, every word that escaped his mouth made your stomach twist. It seduced you in all its horror, in all its brutality and you loved to consume yourself in this deep obsession.

And him too.

Oh yes. Him too.

You didn’t immediately notice what was happening until that evening. At the end of a grueling journey through the wastelands, you decided to take a break to spend the night in a less dangerous place. And through the flames of the pyre lit in the center of the small makeshift camp, you had seen his eyes. The look he gave you struck you to the core. You had not given in to his gaze, to the devouring glow that it contained in the shadow of his hat. He abused you psychologically, so much so that his mere presence next to you tortured you. The fascination that he skillfully distilled in your veins was no longer enough to contain the attraction you felt for him, and he played on it. As for who would be trapped first in these torments, you had no intention of giving up ground easily.

- There's a reserve there. You say, pointing to the cabin on the top of the hill. I'm going to look for something to burn.

No one had refuted the idea, not even Lucy who sat on a stone cuddling Dogmeat without even seeing what was happening before her eyes. This child was so innocent that she did not recognize a predator when he cohabited with her, much less the issues that were taking place under her nose. The shelter had provided a rare moment of peace during which you allowed yourself to breathe. On the table you were facing was a pile of old paper and some dry wooden rulers, enough to burn. It was a bargain to grab and you quickly put the whole thing together in your hands.

-I want to hear it.

The cold of his breath caressed your neck and made what you were carrying fall at arm's length. Without turning around, your eyes rolled towards the shadow that towered over you in all its height. He was so close to you that one movement would have been enough for him to grab you by the hip and flip you onto the table and, damn, that idea was more interesting than it should be.

Him. There. Behind you. Probably way too close.

-Hear what ?

- What you want. I want to hear you beg me to do it.

The laughter that left your mouth spread throughout the room, surprising even you with its brutality. It was the smartest thing to do, the healthiest reaction, and probably the best option you had left to not give in to him. Without a word, you turned around to lock your eyes with his, your hands firmly anchored in the old wood of this crumbling table to keep them at a safe distance from what they coveted.

-I never do that. To beg. Yet your eyes screamed otherwise and you sincerely hoped he was too blinded by his pride to understand it. Your irises lowered to scan it up and down as if it were an impregnable vestige.

-You can use your guns, a rope, or even your teeth. You will never hear me do such a thing, especially to you. I know how much pleasure it gives you.

- Oh, believe me, there are a lot of things that would give me pleasure right now.

There was nothing worse than this precise moment, suspended in the storm that has been brewing above you for too long. The storm swirled with your every glance, every moment his body was near yours, but nothing had yet managed to trigger the lightning.

Leave.

Your instincts proclaimed. Leave before you die in his arms. And probably that was what you wanted most in the world.

- Only in fairy tales do monsters and princesses love each other. And this world is not one.

However, your arms were already too close to his neck, his radiating your hips and pulling you to him without you putting up the slightest resistance.

It wasn't a fairy tale.

His burning scent consumed your nostrils and your heart was about to give in for good.

- In this world, monsters like to destroy pretty things.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips which you tried to keep away from his, but your butt was already hitting the wood of the table behind you when, suddenly, a noise made you jump.

- You are there ?

-Holy shit! He cursed, leaping away from you before propelling himself towards the door, a bloodthirsty impulse waving his hands as he opened the door to reveal your traveling companion.

Lucy.

Her eyes were full of innocence from long years in a shelter. Her smile and the sigh of relief she heaved when she discovered you in the shed made you want to laugh. She had no idea what had just happened.

- Oh damn! I was terribly afraid of never finding you again.

She exclaimed, putting an end to any possible attempt at approach. While Cooper nervously contained his desire to strangle her, you advanced towards him, a perfidious smile on your lips.

- I never liked spectators…

This is how the little game began.

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There are worse things than fear. Worse than impatience There is frustration. The one that itches, that annoys, the one that deflates the ardor that takes hold of you as the days pass. A frustration answering to the sweet name of Lucy. It is difficult for you to express to your friend the desire to see her leave. Not forever. Just a few moments, the space that would allow you to put an end to this duel between him and you.

To the looks. To provocations.

And his growing rage for your teammate. You were angry with him, with the way he spoke to her, his resentment which constantly burned his lips whenever he spoke to her. Lucy had taken the team's instructions literally without giving anyone a break.

She had only followed an order that came from him. But in a sense, this charade amused you, allowed you to understand that you were not the only one to be a slave to your impulses. He wasn't so scary after all. So weak in his humanity, at least in what remained of it. In a way, this fact reassured you that you were attracted, and it was pure madness. Then came this famous day. The route had taken an unexpected turn. An ambush set up in a ruined housing estate had seriously delayed you. Worse, while trying to hide, you had fallen into a hole, scraping your neck and abs against an iron rod.

- Are you injured? Oh, god, you're hurt !

Lucy had torn a section of her suit to quickly wrap the bleeding wound on her neck before arriving to safety. Once away from the danger zone and inside a building whose structure had reasonably withstood the disaster, she invited you to sit down as if you were about to die.

- I'm fine, I assure you.

- I really have to check.

Cooper hadn't said a word. It was a silence heavier than the chaos itself. A heavy silence, from which one could expect to see the worst horrors ensue. He had taken the chair away from the one you were sitting in and hadn't even laid eyes on you. An unpleasant tingling was felt in your neck when Lucy applied a treatment there, then tied the fabric again at the height of the wound. Tearing you away from the strange worry that was emerging within you. - You need to take off your top.

He was there. He had done nothing, not even for a moment had he tried to watch over you.

But that’s what a team does, right? Cannon fodder and fuck fodder, that's all you meant to him. And now that he had to slow down, that he had to take care of you, he seemed immersed in deep thought, probably looking for a way to get rid of you.

- There is nothing. I assure you.

- Do not joke. Do what I tell you. The space between those few seconds seemed eternal.

Not with him. Not when he's in this room.

This is what you should have answered, instead you saw yourself witnessing disaster. Your hands tugging at your t-shirt before taking it off, letting it fall to the floor, eyes focused on him.

Free fall.

A few seconds, his eyes on yours, his gaze wandering over your bare skin, the tingling of the scratch on your stomach blending into something else entirely. And a shot fired into the void, startling Lucy.

- Do you see that gun, Mclane? Lucy nodded, lips quivering.

- If you don't leave this room immediately, the next bul' that comes out of his barrel will end up in your skull.

- But…but…I didn’t… She paused for a moment, glancing over at you before turning back to Cooper, horrified.

- Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it.

- Oh my God. Oh my God, I,.. I,…

- Come out now, Lucy, please hurry up.

There was no need to give the blush time to flood her cheeks. She was too pure, too carefree to witness this. Because war was declared now, and nothing would stop it.

A second later, his hand closed around your aching neck, pushing you against the table.

- Say it.

- Bastard.

His burning hands ran over your skin, incandescent, they transformed your blood into magma. It was pure madness, but nothing was delicious than the violence with which he held you in this position, his hips firmly fitted to your ass.

- Oh, stop, someone had to tell her, right?

- I almost died.

-And whoever tried to do that ended up with their skull exploded. This is how it works and if you want to know… You could feel his breath on his neck, his hand searching for the opening of your pants. You could have easily pushed him away, but it was just to contradict him. Because you wanted him, almost as much as he did and for far too long.

- I wouldn't have hesitated to shoot her, too, if she had continued to bother us.

- Liar.

Your words died in a hot breath, his fingers already making their way through your panties, sliding along your warm pussy. You guessed the smile that distorted his mouth as you discovered the extent of what he provoked in you.

- I need to fuck you. He whispers in a harsh, trembling voice into the crook of your neck. I only think about this. Only you and it messes up my priorities.

- Do it, then.

- Before, I want you to be at my mercy.

You giggled. It was out of the question to give him anything, yet his fingers caressing you made you less certain of your convictions. Your hips rocked to his rhythm and he was heavily satisfied with what he felt.

- So wet. So impatient. How long has it been, huh? How many times have you been touched while waiting for this moment.

- Too much.

Your hands moved to your back, reaching for the buckle of his belt, stroking the obvious erection in the seat of his pants. He wasn't going to bring you to your knees, at his mercy, without paying the consequences. You needed it, anyway.

Need to feel him inside you. Need it to make you forget the horror of the world in which you were moving. Because you didn't like reality, it was unbearable for you to think about the future that this disgusting world had in store for you. The waves his fingers sent through your body were so violent that you looked for support to stay upright. But he didn't see it that way: you had no right to stop petting him without asking his opinion. So, holding you firmly with one hand, he grabbed the second to invite you to continue.

-You can't just collapse like that, sugar. Not now, not after what you promise me.

The orgasm he provoked in you tore your soul apart. There was no way Lucy could have missed the sound of your voice, no matter where she had taken refuge to escape it. She heard it and it would probably haunt her for the rest of her life.

For a brief moment, he pulled away from you to turn you around to face him, taking off your pants, probably tearing a few sections of them in the process. Then, lifting you up to allow you to wrap your feverish legs around his waist, he pinned you firmly against the table.

His mouth crashed onto yours, devouring all of the air that tried to escape your lips. You bit him almost to blood, desperately, greedily. It was like your life depended on his mouth and what he was going to do to you. He devours you without respite, crushing my lips in a destructive kiss, then kissing your face, your neck, your jaw and your closed eyelids. His erect penis tickled the entrance to your vagina and this sensation made you lose the little reason you had left.

- Please. Please…

- Please what? He slowly rocked his hips to let his cock slide down the length of your sex.

-Please fuck me.

He laughed nervously. He had managed to get what he wanted. Like always. He had you and all your passion. You had never had to beg anyone in your life, but the world had changed and you had met Cooper Howard, two parameters which alone had transformed you greatly.

- I won't be delicate.

- Go ahead, I won't be the one begging you to spare me.

You felt dizzy because your body was calling for it. His hand came to rest against your throat as he stood up in front of you, dominant and impatient. You knew this was going to be exactly how you both wanted it to be, like animals, in a dingy old shed while some poor girl waited for you outside. Your bodies finally collided with rare violence, extracting a grunt of satisfaction and pain from you. His hips pounded against yours like his life depended on it, his fingers still firmly placed on your clit.

It was too much, too much.

Him, his gaze which never stopped contemplating your pleasure.

What he provoked in you. The expression he wore. You could no longer contain the slightest sound emanating from your mouth, so as if to save what was left of you, you brought a fist to your lips, muffling every cry that tried to escape you. But that wasn't how he saw things. Still pounding into you, he removed his fingers to grab your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth to pin it firmly to the table.

- Let it be heard. I want her to understand that she must never interfere between us again, understand?

You no longer had enough strength to speak, but your head was bobbing up and down frantically. You didn't care anymore if she heard anything, at this point in the situation the desire that was swelling throughout was so depraved that you were ready for him to fuck you in front of his eyes.

He was close, you could feel it in the way his hips met yours. It was painful and delicious at the same time, but there was no way you were going to cum without him. Not without seeing the orgasm distort the features of his face. And he didn't resist much longer, exploding in a deep, throaty pleasure, propelling you with him away from all this mess.

Then silence.

A moment of floating in which you slowly let yourself be drawn into. He had gotten what he wanted.

You too.

He stepped aside, giving you the chance to stand up before adjusting his hat on his head again. You glance at each other before guessing the satisfied smile that appears on his lips, the situation made you want to laugh.

Nothing was less certain than the fact that Lucy was still able to look you in the eyes now.

#fallout prime #fallout tv #fallout show #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #cooper howard #cooper howard/the ghoul #the ghoul #Cooper howard/the ghoul x reader

[universitysunflowers]

Ok I've had some time to process heres my detailed thoughts (TBB spoilers)

First I want to get my biggest issue with the finale out of the way - Tech and CX-2. I have been delusional about him but not to the point that I wouldn't accept his death or other clones as CX-2, and I was staying open. But then they went and did exactly what I hoped they wouldn't: they gave us no confirmation of his identity at all and left him thumbtacked to a wall with no face reveal. Not only is this exactly what they did in Ahsoka, but I also feel like it left a huge gap in the finale storyline. They put so much emphasis on him throughout season 3, including the last episode, and we got nothing out of it. I also felt like this made Tech's death kind of meaningless?? Which I absolutely hate saying because of what he sacrificed in season 2, but why kill him when the rest of the batch gets to live happily on Pabu and grow old with Omega? Maybe the writers had a good reason and I just didn't pick up on it?

I also felt like we were gaslit into thinking it was Tech, only for the ending to imply he's been gone the whole time. Domicile? Phee? CX-2's fight with Crosshair and the waterfall? the way he got the most screen time out of a group that was so clearly meant to be an imperial reflection of the original squad? Idk guys I feel like we got cheated there.

I also wish we got some idea of what happened to Wolffe and Cody, but maybe that is an opening for another show? perhaps?

Ok now that that is out of the way I can talk about how much I absolutely loved the rest of the finale.

Emerie's character development was amazing I've been routing for her since the season 2 finale and you know those Jango Fett genes are coming in strong she will take such good care of those kids for as long as they need. I also think it would be cool to see her again in future productions, her character definitely has potential.

Echo survived!! All the parallels between him and CW season 6 Fives had me terrified that he was about to die but that arc trooper experience paid off. His reaction to Omega freeing the zillo is by far one of my favorite parts of the episode he was so proud of her and I was glad to see him work so well with Emerie. I am also fully ready to enjoy Echo and Rex leading a clone rebellion whenever they deem us deserving of it (looking at you Filoni). I know we don't have proof of anything but there are still to many unanswered questions surrounding the clones, I hope they finish those storylines.

The last Domino is still standing, they would be so proud of him (and his dad jokes).

Hemlock finally got what he deserved and oh I was so happy that Hunter was the one who did it, especially after all the batch went through because of him. And what came after that? Even better. We finally got a Crosshair and Omega hug (plus Hunter) and they all made it off Tantiss alive I mean what more could we ask for?

I have so many feelings on the ending and the epilogue and I'm not really sure how to put them into words but my first instinct when I finished the episode was to spend 40 minutes c r y i n g

they got a happy ending? they have peace and happiness on Pabu and got to see Omega grow up? Omega is going to fly with the rebellion and fight back against the empire?

and Tech will be with her the whole time???

I am unwell. This has left me emotionally unstable. Not only is that the best ending I could have hoped for given the past seasons but it is also such an amazing last look at their family. No matter how you think of them you have to admit Hunter was right, she is their kid and that will never change. That line alone will be living in my head rent free from here on out. Her last talk with Hunter was so well done and is one of the best moments in the whole show, but honestly Tech's goggles on her ship's dash is what broke me; he would be so proud of her I need at least 3-5 business days to process this.

Yes I have my issues with the unfinished storylines but wow that finale was something I don't think I will ever recover from. It may be one of the best endings we have ever seen in star wars. Like I said, I have a lot feelings and if I tried to put them all in a post it would have to be a multi-volume novel.

If you made it this far thank you! Feel free to add your own thoughts I like hearing what other people have to say. I'm just going to go burrow straight into the ground now and pretend I don't have finals next week because honestly who can be productive after something like that?

Oddly enough this is making me want to go back and watch the Clone Wars again, maybe Rebels too? Definitely making me nostalgic.

#tbb #star wars #the bad batch #she took Lula and Gonky with her that was so cute #tbb season 3 #I'll just be here #sobbing #the bad batch season 3 #thank you for 3 amazing seasons #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb echo #tbb emerie #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair

[stevesnightmares]

I just re-read the captive prince trilogy after 9 years so here are some thoughts and observations (I read a physical copy while listening to the audiobbok):

No spoilers

the books are super easy to read, I read each of them in a day and never once did I get bored or felt like I needed to take a break. If you enjoy them I feel like they work perfectly if you are in a reading slump.

I might be biased because I was also listening to it while reading but I feel like the writing worked just fine. I saw people say that the writing was awful but I didn't have any problems at all with it. I was never once confused by what was happening on page nor did I ever feel like too little or too much was being said and described.

One of my gripes with the writing comes in book 3 because I felt like the two parts that had Laurent POV just didn't work because it didn't feel like it was a stylistic choice and it didn't feel natural or needed, it just made me think that the author didn't know how to write that from Demen POV (which makes no sense because I know she can)

not only that but I also feel like it would've worked much better if we didn't get those scenes and continued with Demen's knowledge instead of making us privy to something he didn't know. I genuinely think they were unnecessary.

I might've missed something but in book 3 there is also a part where I felt like what Demen is thinking in a chapter and then what he claims and thinks a few chapters later don't align. With no spoilers, this is how it felt to me: chapter 1: demen thoughts: the apple fell from the tree chapter 3: demen thoughts and words: I knew the apple didn't fall on it's own and that there was a reason for it to fall.

I don't know why people say that these books handle its dark themes badly. Personally I think it handled everything quite well. Just because every 3 seconds the author isn't telling you "this is bad" it doesn't mean that it's poorly done or supports any of the bad things that happen.

The characters live in extremely flawed societies that have practices that we wouldn't condemn, so of course they will not immediately start out being against them, it wouldn't make sense, instead throughout the books and events they slowly start to realise why some things are bad. It's called character development.

Not only that, words coming out of a flawed and traumatised character shouldn't be taken as the moral of the book but as what they are: words of a flawed and traumatised character who is lashing out.

I feel like many people saw that very bad things that happen in these books and instrad of saying "I can't read that", which is fair, they decided to take the high horse and act as if it's morally wrong to like these books because bad things are portrayed in them.

Book 2 I think was my favourite, I devoured it and it was just super fun to read.

My second gripe is with Jokaste but without spoiling anything I can only say that her character was imo wasted and that it just felt like the author had 2 very different ideas of who she was in book 1 and book 3.

I LOVE laurent, he's just the type of characters that I enjoy, cold and guarded on the outside but only because he wants to protect himself while being also sweet.

Also really enjoyed many of the side characteristics which I thought were really interesting (I would've enjoyed more interactions between those other characteristics and L and D but that's a personal taste)

I actually think that 9 years ago I only read the first book and the first half of the second while skimming through the rest lmao

also I will not tell you which character I didn't like at all and found annoying when I was 16 but would die for in an instant now because you'll think 16 years old me was psychopath because what the fuck

#captive prince #capri #prince's gambit #kings rising #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #jokaste

[10underoot2]

I finally rewatched Queen of Tears Episode 16.

Its given me a lot of clarity on why I didn't like it all that much. The episode feels very filler like, reiterating what I already know, no development nothing to draw me in. So here's a list of thing I really like vs things I had beef with: 

The Good:

- Hyunwoo's understanding of what marriage is is very profound and beautiful. Really appreciate that bit.

- The employees in this corporate sector have been 10/10 throughout. I cannot with how much I love them to bits. Still not over 'I just want to see the rich argue' 😭😂

- Yangi's bond with Hyunwoo is absolutely 10/10 

- I like Haein trying to find the reason of their divorce. It's important for her cause why did two people who love each other want to divorce each other. But again I hate how this wasn't a main cause of comcern around epsidoe 7. Like don't brush over it fam. Don't you wanna know why the man you love and who loved you to bits wanted to divorce you?

- Those last 7-8 mins. Though I wish I had more of them. I needed a linear passing of time. Something like the Germany Montage at the start would've been perfect. But at the very end just 'Way home' playing, Hyunwoo seeing Haein as an angel to pick him up, the familiar happiness and love just spreading around them was beautiful to witness. Really got me teary eyed both times I watched it. 

The Bad: 

- I'm not even getting into the uselessness and bad execution of the whole Yoon Eun Sung plot line since episode 14. 

- Still have no idea why Mol Soo Hee she wanted Suwan dead? Like there's no rationale? Why not kill Hae-in or SeoCheol in all those 20 years as well? It makes no sense to me.

- the episode felt so unnecessarily dramatic. I get it he got shot and was in a car accident but I was so sure he'd be okay? Did not understand or appreciate the over dramaticness also those Yangi shots in that sequence were a little tooo dramatic for me

- I don't like Haein getting back her memories cause they said the hippocampus would be destroyed. It's my fault for looking for logic in the first place but can we please stick to what we established writernim. Also wasn't this the whole problem that she's not getting back ANY memories EVER?!

- The scene between the mothers at this point was also unnecessary. We could've gotten to this realization back in the episode this was brought up the first time. She knew the location and date I don't see how reviewing her album was the light bulb moment.

- I feel super bad for this one but for me even Hae-in's bedside speech, once Hyunwoo woke up, lacked sincerity. As much as she might realize she loves him. He's still a stranger. Who does she miss? Her husband who's love she has no recollection of? The man she loved but she has no idea how she loved him? Take out the loss of memories and it would've hit me like a truck. Like she's not even holding his hand as she waits cause she recently met him. What am supposed to cry over here? What could've been? The pre ep 15 Baekhong I dearly misssed at this point?

- More on the Hyunwoo hospital scene. When he says 'I had forgotten' As sweet as it is I already knew all of it. It was so ill placed I didn't have to see it here.  Also like what does she care? She doesn't remember if you forgot or not in the first place 💀

- The Yangi x Haeina acene in the hospital - what notebook are we talking about? Did I miss something? Did I fall asleep somewhere like what?! Also I feally do like Yangi but I thought all of the scenes with him were kinda forced this episode.

- The conversations where Haein tells Hyunwoo he's perfect. Is it just me or is Haein extremely expressive after the surgery? I can never imagine Haein telling Hyunwoo that he's perfect even if she think so. It was a little off putting for me being introduced to this new character in the last episode. I miss my inexpressible power girl.

- Just the voice over off what happened with Mol Soo Hee would've sufficed but I guess we had to see that SNU degree in action. 

- The turn in Da hye's emotion - as sweet as it was also felt forced. They just showed me earlier she didn't care for him and bullied him. Now you want me to belive she mistook her feeling okay sureeee 🙃

- This is what meant by killing the temperment. They start Hyunwoo's monolougue 'We forgave those who we used to resent and then we cut to this long scene of Aunt Beom ja. Then we have Hyunwoo, then we have his brother's scene. The editing was off here. I wish we had a monologue of just them. It all threw me off so much.

And here's why a sequence of Baekhong was so necessary cause remember the first episode we instantly fall in love and get curious because of that lovely montage of BaekHong Germany scenes. 

All in all good ending, horrible last two epsiode. Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. It makes me long so much for the show I saw and fell in love with before. I have never felt this way about a last episode, I think I just expected better from this show. 

#queen of tears #didn't change my mind at all #so much of what I said in my last post still holds #i didn't know this BaekHong #but ah well #it was a good ride #I do appreciate the good parts #baek hyun woo #baek hyunwoo #hong hae in #kim ji won #kim soo hyun #kdrama

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.

part one | part two.

ೀ amira speaks! : kinda based on the song “shameless” by camila cabello— this is a shameless self-indulgent fic! I cringed a bit at myself while writing this god help me,, hope you all like it anyways ♡ not proofread! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : jealousy can terribly fog your clarity, becoming oblivious to the way your best friend — who also happens to be your crush — feels about you. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 3.8k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : hurt/comfort, maybe? friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of oblivious mutual pining. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x Recalt!Reader

Standing on the door of Fran’s home, a shaky, faint sigh escaped from you rather anxiously. You fought with yourself internally, debating whether to reluctantly knock on his door, or not.

But you were there already, and you already agreed that you wished to spend some time together. Not only it would be immature of you to chicken away, but it also made guilt overwhelm you. The own turmoil of your feelings made you feel sick from the stomach.

In a way, you had to thank Matías for having encouraged — to not say forced — you to meet personally with Fran once again. There was no point for you to keep avoiding him merely because the jealous feelings were something that slipped out of your control. And if what your brother said was true... Then, why hold yourself back on your feelings? There was a time for everything, this was your opportunity.

On one hand, you died of anxiety, embarrassment, and even guilt all at once. On the other hand, the intense crush you had on Fran obviously remained there— which, at the moment, you could say you felt like a joyful puppy, thrilled to see it’s favourite person. Those days you avoided him, being consumed by your own poison and bitterness, were almost painful.

There was no place for doubt to fit in; you were definitely down bad for this man.

Reminiscence lingered on you faintly, remembering every small detail about him while you were isolated from every possible thing. His genuine, big smile, his blonde curls you always loved running your fingers on, the way he stared at you lovingly with his big, bright green eyes, the nicknames he constantly gifted you with... How Fran tightly, and warmly hugged you, and how sweet his scent was, to the point you felt weak to your knees. What was there to not love about this man?

Now that there was some clarity bought to your mind, you felt so, so incredibly stupid. The things your brother had told you on your previous call resonated constantly on your mind; you trusted him wholeheartedly, and maybe on that aspect, Matías knew the blonde Argentine better than you did.

Was it truly that obvious all the time? All the attention you were showered in constantly by him was right in your face, but you selectively chose to get jealous at a small interaction. Jealousy turned leisurely into guilt, knowing Fran was afraid you might have been angry at him— but you just felt confused about your own emotions, until now. Bless your brother for the little push he gave you.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door twice, gently. Your fist was visibly shaking, but you would hopefully manage to keep the trembling hidden throughout the evening. Surprisingly enough, you patiently awaited for the door to be open— despite your heartbeat nearly pounding out of your chest in anticipation. You didn’t even get to properly rehearse the speech of what you would tell him without stuttering.

The door was widely open, finding yourself with the tall presence of the Argentine, which slightly towered you. Lifting your sight to stare at him, a toothy grin helplessly grew on your lips, twinkling your eyes— because that’s the effect Fran had on you.

It was nearly impossible to fight back a smile when it came to seeing, or being with him, and the same happened to Fran whenever you were around. Gods, if you could, you would melt right there in the spot. Your mind was now wrapped around the idea of how could you have possibly tried to avoid him all those days? You were absolutely weak for him, throwing aside the previous bitterness you had been feeling.

“Preciosaaaa! Holiii!” something else that definitely made you weak, were the nicknames he gave you, and just how positively endearing Fran was. The Argentine didn’t waste time in wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you warmly — and tightly — pressed against his own.

A fluster crept on your cheeks, immediatly returning the hug by wrapping your arms around his neck— discreetly burying your head on the crook of his neck to inhale that soft, delicate scent that characterised him. Only a few short days had passed, but Fran already longed terribly to have you on his arms once again, holding you with all the love & devotion he carried for you only.

The actor knew you better than you could guess, even better than you knew yourself. For him, it was clear that there was something going on with you— maybe even upset. Why? No idea, he just sensed it... No, he saw it, to put it properly.

Much like you had been experiencing yourself, Fran had been gnawing at his own mind as well. Perhaps, he had done, or said something to accidentally upset you? Or maybe something else had happened during the party and you had your reasons to not talk to him about it, which caused him further guilt for not having been there by your side— but either way, it was enough to keep him awake late at night, drowning on his own thoughts.

“Come on in! I missed having you here.” his arms were unwrapped around your body, opening enough space for you to enter his home. Getting inside, Fran closed the door behind of you. “Make yourself comfortable, you already know your way around.” oh, you knew his place far too well. Endless times you had either gone to his home, or him to yours— your homes were your second living places, at this point.

Delicately, you practically threw your body down onto his couch, releasing a small huff as you made yourself comfortable. The familiarity of the place bought you an immediate sense of comfort... It was a type of comfort you would never change for anything in the world, one that you missed as soon as you were away from the place.

“It feels like I haven’t been here for an eternity,” you commented lightly, trying to cool off the nerves growing inside of you for some reason. Maybe, you were nervous because you knew that eventually, in a very near future, you’d have to talk about your feelings with him. “And it’s been just a few days that I haven’t visited your place.” The blonde haired sat by your side, staring attentively at you.

You hated the thought of fooling yourself— but remembering what your brother said, you noticed there felt something special in the way Fran stared at you with his bright green eyes. It wasn’t the same way he stared at others, you were stared at... More adoringly, in a way?

“And I quite missed having you here, with me.” a small grin grew on his lips. You were used to him being like one tall cuddly bear, so it was no surprise to you when his arms wrapped themselves around your own arm, and placed his head on your shoulder. “The place almost felt empty without your presence.” the blonde teased, but there was some truth in his remark.

Everytime Fran gave you some sort of physical contact, no matter how used you were to it, you felt right as if you could melt right there, completely enamoured. The rosy haze creeping on your cheeks turned into a crimson colour, you could feel the heat increasing on your face— inevitably allowing your head to rest against his own, sighing comfortably.

You were comfortable enough once again, to forget any sort of bitterness that lingered within you the previous days; you were too head over heels for the man, and you allowed a calming silence to fall between the two for several minutes, enjoying the physical contact, and warmth.

Despite being fond of the closeness you were sharing, you could almost sense the nervousness irradiating from him. You couldn’t blame him either way, you were suffering over the exact same emotions— and your intuition over his feelings were confirmed when the Argentine broke the silence, remaining clinging to your arm. “Are you angry at me?” you heard him inquiring, almost meekly.

With his head still on your shoulder, Fran moved slightly to stare up at you with his — almost pleading — green eyes, “I noticed you’ve been distant. I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you.”

Fuck. Now not only you were being slowly consumed by embarrassment, but by guilt as well— in an incredibly overwhelming amount. The sight of his green eyes staring at you like a wet puppy made you helplessly regret not being any good at controlling your spilling emotions, and reactions. You were, perhaps, a bit too blatant regarding how you felt, instead of being the discreet, normal person you thought you were being.

You furrowed your eyebrows, slowly shaking your head to say ‘no’. You felt caught up. Of course you’d answer that he had done nothing to make you upset, nor you were angry with him, but there laid the problem— how would you excuse yourself about your distancing? Even if you said you had been feeling unwell, it still would feel off… Or at least, the excuse felt off for you. You shook your head vehemently, denying his question.

“Oh, no. No, I’m not angry at you!” you insisted, “I’ve never been angry at you, and I would never be! You could never do anything to make me upset!” it was discreet enough, but you noticed how Fran sighed out of relief. You fidgeted softly with your fingers, anxiously looking down at your lap to hide from him the evident growing fluster in your cheeks, gathering your thoughts.

“I just… Didn’t feel quite well, that’s all. But I never meant for you to feel this way, I should have said at least something. I’m… I’m sorry.” the sight of you feebly apologising — for practically nothing — was rather endearing. Anything you did was absolutely endearing for Fran. It wasn’t even necessary for you to say sorry, making him give you a little reassuring grin.

“You shouldn’t even be apologising,” he began, unclinging from your arm only to move his hand to your back, caressing it softly in a comforting manner. “I should, for having thought you were angry at me. At least I’m relieved to know you weren’t upset.” you scoffed at his words. It was obviously true. You had quickly grown to be the person the Argentine loved, and cherished the most— what would Fran do if you got upset at him?

“I don’t think I could tolerate the thought of you being angry with me, or me hurting you in any way. I’d feel guilty.” the actor would probably be pleading on his hand and knees for you to not get upset at him, and that’s how you nearly had him. Your heart fluttered at his words, satisfied on the inside knowing just how important you were for him— you didn’t deny the fact that it made you feel special.

And before you could even reply anything, both his arms were open, inviting you for a hug, which you didn’t even think twice in accepting. As soon as the chance was given, you threw yourself at Fran with your arms widely open, wrapping them tightly around his body, burying your face once again on the crook of his neck, taking in how sweetly his scent was, and how comfortingly warm his body was. His arms were firmly tightened around your body, keeping you close, almost as if he could refuse letting you go.

A faint, delighted hum escaped from your lips softly; having immediatly fluttered your eyes shut to enjoy the sweet, silent embrace. You could feel your lips turning into a small, satisfied smile. You had mindlessly given yourself into the comfort of being against him, not even thinking of speaking a word.

You could feel the tip of his nose beginning to gently nuzzle against your cheek, “But, I know you weren’t feeling unwell.” Fran muttered. “Are you sure you weren’t feeling jealous at someone, the day we both went to that party?” the grin on his lips grew slightly wider at his own words, teasing you lightly.

Your eyes suddenly opened, feeling yourself growing stiff with nerves at his statement. How did he know?

“How did he know?” was a good question. You obviously acted completely out of yourself during the party, not only dragging him out of there with you, but as well as not even muttering a single word in the way back home— you were blatant enough and he wasn’t stupid at all, much less because Fran knew you better than you knew yourself.

But, knowing Fran just as well as he knew you, it seemed a little bold of him to make a remark such as that one... Fran wouldn’t make such a statement if he wasn’t entirely sure of it. And that was the thing as well— he sounded, and was wholeheartedly certain of what he was saying.

No, it wasn’t because you had been obvious enough about your feelings, because even with that he had been doubting, being uncertain if his mind was making up things about you getting jealous— but rather because someone had told him. That someone had a name, and it was your own brother, Matías.

Matías had a thing for playing matchmaker when it came to both Fran, and you. Shortly after hanging up on the call and telling him about the things that happened in the party and how you felt, your brother immediatly went to tell Fran about absolutely everything you said. It was frustrating enough to see both of you being head over heels for one another, but not having enough courage to make a move— so, Matías was the one to make that move, pushing things a little bit further for the two of you.

Of course, you had no idea. The only thing you knew, was that Matías had set you up to meet Fran personally without you being able to protest against anything, but not that he had encouraged the blonde to tease you a little bit with your own jealousy, just to get things moving faster between you two.

“What? Me, jealous? No—” before you could continue, Fran quickly interrupted you from speaking any further. “Don’t deny it, your brother himself told me about how you felt.” fuck, you were going to kill Matías for sure, now— he never knew how to shut up. “Mati told me you were feeling jealous at that girl I was talking to, and that’s why you wanted to leave the party.” softly, the embrace became less tight, allowing you to pull apart briefly.

His arms still remained around you to keep you close enough to him. You shook your head, lowering your sight to your lap— embarrassment overwhelming you leisurely, feeling it become a small heat on your cheeks. If you wanted to kill your brother, you now had several reasons to justify your actions. The only good thing, was that he didn’t sound angry at all, just as if you were getting teased.

While you preferred to keep denying it, you had no chance now— neither there was any point in doing so, your brother had already told him all, and it was obvious that it was true. Being in this situation, and having to admit your own feelings, made your heart pound slightly faster against your chest. A trembling sigh escaped from you, not managing to make eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” you said lowly, “It might have been a little bit childish of me to react that way, but yes.” in a way, it felt almost painful to admit how you had felt. You had prepared yourself to speak about your feelings on your own, not get confronted with them. “I... Did get slightly jealous when you were talking to that girl. I shouldn’t have, I don’t own you, you are free to do as you wish, but...”

The words felt caught up on your throat, not only because you were trying to arrange your own thoughts and figure a way of expressing your feelings without making it painfully dreadful, but as well because you could feel his green eyes attentively fixed on your features.

While you awkwardly avoided eye contact, his gaze lingered on you rather adoringly. Maybe your brother had been right all along— his feelings were reciprocated, how could he have not seen it earlier?

“But, everytime you talk to another girl, or they flirt with you, I just can’t stand it. Even the thought of it makes me sick in the stomach.” you continued, “I wish I could be the only girl you give your attention to, I can’t bare the thought of you with another girl— I never did.” as you kept talking, it began feeling a bit easier for you to express yourself. “I’ve grown to love— no, adore you in more than just a best friends manner, and I wish I could just show you how genuine my feelings are.”

Softly, your own stare began moving upwards, meekly making eye contact with him. Fran had such beautiful green eyes, and the way he stared at you like no one else did was a simple reminder of how over the clouds you were for him. “And my brother said I shouldn’t keep it to myself any longer, because you would feel the same for me. I love you. I love you more than anyone, or anything else.” you muttered timidly, before continuing.

“No one has made me feel the things you make me feel, I love every single little thing that there’s to love about you. I’m very much in love with you.” gods, for some reason you began feeling self-conscious about everything you had just exposed to him— and that was just a 10% of all the things you had wanted to tell him. It didn’t fully show how deeply you were in love with him, but you didn’t want to ruin your luck.

Discreetly, you nibbled on your lower lip in a sheepish manner. “B-But of course, if you don’t feel the same way, I absolutely understand,” you quickly added. Your stare lingered elsewhere briefly, before going back to stare into his eyes, almost pleading. “Please, don’t be angry at me, I wouldn’t want to ruin—”

Before you could keep unnecessarily apologising for confessing your feelings, growing slightly nervous at the thought of having crossed a few boundaries, both his warm hands cupped your cheeks delicately. The blonde leaned closer to you, taking advantage of the fact that your lips were partly open to press his lips against your own— finally kissing him for the very first time, after having fantasised with this scenario for quite some time.

The very first few seconds, you could feel your body stiffening slightly at the physical contact; your eyes widening from the surprise. Slowly, you gave into the warm feeling of his lips pressed against your own, fluttering your eyes shut, and moving your hands to timidly cup his cheeks. The kiss exceeded your expectations— it was far better than how you had always imagined. It felt as if you were getting kissed by a flower petal; soft, and delicate.

Helplessly, a proud smile curved at the corner of your lips, savouring his sweet taste while you tilted your head to deepen the kiss— feeling the pounding of your heart increasing as the time passed. The tip of his thumb brushed across your skin, lovingly caressing your cheek as the Argentine pulled away briefly to catch some air, but remaining close enough for your lips to grasp against one another.

“Stop apologising,” Fran muttered softly, pressing a small smooch on your upper lip. “I’m not angry at you, neither you ruined anything. I’m quite satisfied to know we feel the same.” a fluster crept on your cheeks notoriously, “I thought I had always been obvious with my feelings, but I’m glad your brother encouraged us both to talk about it.” softly, you scoffed.

While you initially wanted to strangle Matías for forcing this situation upon you, you had to thank him as well. You had practically gnawed at your own mind for nothing. “That means he’s not getting killed by me anytime soon, now. At least Matías did something good.” you joked lightly, this time being him the one who scoffed in response.

Still cupping your cheeks with his hands, Fran pulled you a bit closer to him, pressing his lips on the top of your head to give you several pecks. A satisfied sigh escaped from you. “Saying that I love you is an understatement. Even saying that I absolutely adore you wouldn’t feel enough.” he spoke in between kisses.

“I promise you’ll never have to get jealous at another girl. You’re the only one I’m truly in love with, and the one I’m the most devoted to, always.” it seemed as if the actor always knew exactly what to say to swoop you off your feet. The tip of his nose moved to nuzzle against your cheek teasingly, feeling his lips grow into a smile. “Does that mean I can proudly show you off as mine, now?”

A toothy, silly grin grew wider on your features. Gods, you could practically melt under his affection right now— his remarks and actions managed to make you fall even more in love than you already were with him. “Of course, as long as I get to do the same thing with you.” at your response, his lips pressed one last big kiss on your cheek, before resting his forehead against yours now.

“Always. I’d feel quite proud if you showed me off as all yours.” he said, “I think we should tell your brother now. He’ll get thrilled at this, no?”

Knowing Matías, of course he was going to get thrilled at the news. Your brother had done anything he could to pair the two of you at any given opportunity, even hearing your ranting whenever you felt jealous, helping you — both, actually — out when you needed advice, and getting you into this situation.

Matías knew Fran had only the sweetest, most pure intentions with you; Fran would never dare to hurt you, and you’d be well taken care of in every sense with him. But of course, that didn’t mean Matías wouldn’t be protective with his you, little sister. In fact, this relationship only meant that he would become the most overprotective older brother possible.

“I have no doubt. He was our personal matchmaker, after all.” you replied, “But that doesn’t mean you’ll be freed from having a serious private talk with him.”

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Hi! You blog is so adorable it makes my day :))) I’m not sure if you write for Nishinoya but could I request him for the angst prompts “I didn’t know where else to go” and “It wasn’t supposed to end like this” in a time probably right after the game where Asahi left and the team kinda fell apart? He had said something about how he was useless in the game (before Asahi took the blame instead) so I think he needs some comfort from the reader :(((

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You jumped as the sound of your doorbell rang throughout the house. Placing your pen on the table and putting your homework to the side, you got up and padded over to the front door in your fluffy home slippers. Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of your best friend on your doorstep.

Nishinoya stood at your front door in his gakuran with his schoolbag hanging off one shoulder. His signature tuft of blonde hair almost glowed in the evening light, and his hair looked soft as ever. You couldn’t help but notice that he looked absolutely dashing in his uniform. It fit just nicely over his shoulders and chest, hiding the lean muscles in his upper body. It was the same uniform that all the boys wore at Karasuno, but you couldn’t explain why he just looked better in it than anyone else.

It wasn't unusual for Nishinoya to show up to your house in the middle of the day to study or hang out - you used to be neighbours and you were childhood best friends, after all. Although, he'd normally call or text you to let you know before he came over.

Before you could ask, his brown eyes met yours and it was as if a dam had broken. Hot tears started flowing freely down his face as his shoulders shook with how hard he was sobbing. His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

Your eyes widened in panic, freezing for a moment as you processed what was happening. Quickly, you reached out to grab his arm and pulled him into the comfort of your home. Closing the front door, you led him up to your room.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, Yuu's hands were clenched into fists, resting on his knees. His back was hunched and his shoulders tense as he cried. Carefully, you sat next to him and gently took one of his hands in your own. His chest heaved with angry sobs as you slowly ran your thumb over the back of his hand. Your heart physically hurt seeing how hard he was crying, with tears dripping from the edge of his jaw and soaking the front and collar of his uniform.

Eventually, he managed to calm down and quickly wiped the remaining tears off his face. You wanted to comfort him, but you weren't sure what you could say to help. You didn't even know what was troubling him, so you hoped that just being by his side was enough for now.

For a while, the only sounds in your room were the electric whirring of your ceiling fan and his quiet sniffles. You swallowed, thinking of what you could do to comfort him now, like maybe a glass of water and some tissues...

"I got suspended."

You stared at him in shock for several seconds, freezing just as you were about to get him some water. His voice was hoarse, and he swallowed thickly before sucking in a breath. "The vice-principal suspended me for a month 'cause of what happened this morning."

"Yuu..."

"I'm sorry, I should've asked before coming over. I just... I didn't know where else to go." His voice hitched as he pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes, turning away from you slightly.

You reached out and gently brought his hand down from his face, now holding onto both of his hands. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were puffy. You could've sworn you heard your heart break into two as you looked at his tear stained face.

"Yuu, it's okay. I'm here." You hesitated. "What happened?"

He sniffled again, his mouth forming words he couldn't speak.

"It's okay, take your time," You said, offering a gentle smile. He glanced at you, eyes softening a little before he let out a breath.

"You know how we had a match with Dateko last weekend? At the inter high?" He asked, looking down at his hands. You nodded slowly. "Well, we lost. And it's all my fault."

"No, it's not. How could it have been your fault-" You responded almost automatically.

"I wasn't good enough, and I wasn't fast enough. I couldn't pick up all the blocked balls and now it's my fault the entire team is falling apart. Why didn't I try harder to save those plays? I could've saved them, Y/n. I'm a useless libero," His voice broke, full of regret. New tears welled in his eyes and his face was filled with anguish. "And now Asahi-san left. He doesn't wanna play volleyball anymore and it's all my fault. It wasn't supposed to end like this, Y/n."

Before either of you realised it, you had pulled him into a hug. You felt him freeze momentarily from your touch before melting into your hug. His lean arms encircled your torso and held onto you as he buried his face into your shoulder, fresh tears slowly staining your shirt. Your hand moved up to rub slow circles on his back. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes and you prayed to heaven that he couldn't hear or feel how hard your heart was hammering in your chest.

Pulling away, you knew you had to reassure him somehow. You couldn't let him keep thinking he was useless when he was the exact opposite.

"Yuu, I know for a fact that you're not useless. You're one of the best liberos in the country and you know it. Losing that match was not your fault. I know you think it is, but it's not. Volleyball is a game played by six people in each team. So every point that you win, and every point that you lose, you bear the victory and the loss together. I promise you, your teammates won't ever blame you for not being able to save those plays," You stated assuredly. "And it's not your fault that Asahi-san left. I'm sure he just needs a break and he'll come back when he's ready."

"But... but the team is falling apart. The team morale is gone and I can't do anything about it. It's all my fault-"

"Stop, Yuu. It's not. Your. Fault. It's perfectly normal for you guys to feel down after a hard loss, but I can assure you, the team isn't falling apart. Yes, Asahi-san may have left, but the team is still strong. You have amazing bonds within the team and I'm sure things will work out just fine, I promise. Yuu just need to give it time."

Your best friend snorted beside you, his face lightening up a little at the lame joke. You let out a small sigh of relief, glad your poor attempt at humour worked.

"Got it, Y/n," Yuu nodded slowly, rocking back and forth on the edge of your bed. "So... you might be wondering why I got suspended."

Before you could ask, he continued. "I bumped into Asahi-san in the hallway this morning. I was upset that he decided to quit volleyball and that he blamed himself for being a 'useless ace' and I… I kinda just lost it. Yelled at him in front of people and I, uh… may have, maybe.. accidentallyknockedoverthevice-principal'svase…”

“What?”

“I said, I… may have, maybe… accidentally knockedoverthevice-principal’s vase,” He mumbled, sniffling again. You pursed your lips, looking down.

"Anyway, thanks, Y/n."

You looked up, confused.

"For always being there for me," He clarified, before sighing. "I didn't wanna go home first, 'cause my parents aren't gonna be happy about my suspension. And I know Grandpa would try to cheer me up with loud music and stuff and it's... it's not that I don't appreciate him trying to cheer me up, I just- I just wanted to be comforted, and you're the only one who can do that."

A small smile played on his lips, and you swore you saw something shift in his eyes as he looked back at you. Though you might have imagined the way his eyes darted down to your lips for a millisecond.

You don't remember when your heart started doing flips and somersaults in your chest but you sure hoped he didn't notice all the blood rushing to your face.

Suddenly, he stood up, jabbing his thumb to his chest and declaring, "I'm not going back unless Asahi-san goes back, but I'm gonna keep practising my block receives so I'll be better and stronger for the team."

There it is, you thought. That fighting spirit he's always had in him.

"Can you spike for me, Y/n?" he asked excitedly, all traces of his previous sadness gone.

"Sure, Yuu," you laughed.

a/n: i haven't written anything other than argumentative essays for the last two years so i'm really rusty but i hope this was okay :,)

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[the-heart-of-a-monster]

Before I begin, I wanna say that I already sent an ask that was an unfinished version of this. I had to painstakingly go into Google Docs and copy/paste all my writing/theorizing on here because for some reason when I write a slightly long ask my tumblr just has a meltdown. I meant to delete that first ask and send this one instead, but I couldn’t see anything because of said meltdown and accidentally sent it. Hope you see this finished version instead! Would be really embarrassing if you didn’t…

So yeah. Everything after this is copy-pasted and then continued from the unfinished version. Thanks for your patience!

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Yes yes, I’m back! I disappeared again for a while but I have returned once more to offer my theories and thoughts! And oh boy do I have thoughts…

Okay so first off I wanna disregard what I said last time about Sonic asking for Shadow to come inside earlier because uhh… Idk what I was thinking. Wow. Hot take from me lol. Guess I was losing the hype from rereading the page a buncha times in a row or something, because I don’t know what I was implying with that. So uh yeah sorry about that I guess.

Anywhizzle with that thankfully out of the way, I can continue on to the meat of these new pages! Sonic himself.

Bro needs himself a snickers-

I’m kidding, (No I’m not) but with jokes aside, this page just gave us something huge! Not only can Sonic transform in the daytime now with limited shade, but he can also transform if he feels just the slightest bit of negativity/anger, and he also doesn’t even turn into a Werehog anymore! He’s gone full Gaia mode now! He honestly looks like a coyote mixed with a wolf if you squint. Pretty cool! But this honestly just opens up so many more doors for so many more questions! What does this mean for Dark Gaia? Will it affect Chip? Can Sonic turn back into his hedgehog self? If so, is it based on a time limit, his emotions, or can he turn back whenever he wants to? Does he even know that he’s transformed yet? Does he know it’s him? AAAAAUUUUGHHGHHH SO MANY QUESTIONSSSSSSS!!!!! 😫

I do also wanna say that Sonic is so definitely right. I don’t really remember what Shadow said, but I do know it wasn’t this. Instead of Sonic ignoring his problems, now it’s Shadow, and that’s the exact opposite of what this whole entire comic has been about. Throughout this series, Shadow has always been the more level-headed of the three, (Sonic Chip and Shadow) and he was always the one to help Sonic get through the night when he transformed into the Werehog. I think he even wanted to spill the beans to someone once or twice, but refrained because he just couldn’t do that to Sonic. Pretty sure I’m remembering things wrong on that front though so. But you get the idea. Shadow ignoring his behavior and ignoring Sonic after everything they went through together… It isn’t like him. Yes, he’s a loner. Yes, he’s pretty edgy. Yes, he’s an idiot. But he isn’t stupid. He isn’t ignorant. Shadow is not like this.

Now Shadow trying to explain away his anger and behavior towards Sonic and his distance by saying “Oh, well, I just got really pissed and I lost control.” But then Sonic hits him with the Uno Reverse and transforms into his new Gaia form right in front of his face, snarling at him and getting all angry in front of the ebony hedgehog, hardly saying anything but a few clipped words. Sonic sees the hypocrisy in Shadow’s words and is not about to let him live it down. He sees the guilt, sees the negativity, and knows.

Which is why, when he turns into probably the scariest version of himself so far for the first time ever, he doesn’t scream or howl in pain or act irrational about it. Sonic, despite everything that’s been going on, remains in control of himself and his actions. He stares down at Shadow and says “And…?” As if he’s making a point. Like he’s calling someone out for their crimes or whatever. And he is. To Sonic, Shadow’s ignorance is like a slight on himself, a quick jab at Sonic’s character. And after everything they’ve been through and after what just happened in the cave, the blue blur ain’t gonna take such an insult very well. But again, despite his anger and despite himself and despite his brand new transformation, Sonic doesn’t really lash out at Shadow, instead showing him that “Losing control” is not a good excuse. Shadow may have lost control of his body, but to Sonic, that’s just an everynight thing now. He doesn’t care about that, doesn’t care about what Shadow looked like or how he felt, and instead cared about his actions.

I’ve been going on and on for a long while now with my “Sonic still is going to hide his emotions and feels like crap and still feels bad about himself” mantra, but this scene in particular is making me reconsider that. I feel like before all this happened, Sonic wouldn’t do what he just did now. I don’t think he would be so blunt/careless. I mean he isn’t being careless, there just isn’t really a better way to explain it. Beforehand, Sonic would’ve believed such an excuse and would’ve been like “Oh yeah I guess that makes sense.” But now he seems a lot more controlled, a lot more in his element. He seems more like himself. 

Despite everything, it’s still him.

So maybe Sonic is learning. Maybe Sonic is growing. Maybe he’s finally understanding that he’s still himself and that he doesn’t have to hide. Or maybe I’m being too hopeful and sleep-deprived to really get the true message. I don’t know. 🤷‍♀️ 

All in all, this took me half an hour to get through due to technical difficulties and because I had to put my sleep-deprived brain to work for this one so I am gonna leave it here and brush my teeth. Thank you so much for reading this hunk of junk, means a lot to me! Have a great day/night!

(I’m also so excited for the next page lol)

by chaos, despite everything, it’s still him.

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #good points good points!!!!!!!! #fan theories #text heavy #long post

[thingintheroad]

i think nigel loves animals! i have plenty of images in my brain of nigel snuggling bunnies and kittens and puppies, and gently cradling baby birds :3

his idea of love is severely twisted from the actions of his parents, though, so he thinks love is taking the life out of something and shaping it to be yours by any means necessary.

hes severely frightened of someone he loves leaving him. his parents dont want him around and assumedly they were gone alot when he was younger.

he definitely did not receive any form of proper emotional support from his parents, meaning he kept all of that fear and everything in his head all his childhood and throughout his early teens leading up to whatever caused his parents to put him in a boarding school, and him eventually meeting alex.

scenarios under the line!

scenario 1: the film is as presented and nigel really was deluded to thinking it was all true.

after josh's death, nigel is convinced alex is HIS jack - he is convinced the two of them NEED to carry out the plan in order to achieve eternity together.

then, alex meets susan. yet another puzzle piece falling into place. he observes the two of them, then tells alex what hes thinking. he knows he has to do this, so he murders susan in a gorey display of [affection? dedication? jealousy? pick your poison] and cements her as alex's supposed maraclea.

alex is obviously heavily disturbed by this, but nigel presses forward. this HAS to happen, he needs eternity, he needs his jack.

the rest of the film plays out, and at the end nigel shoots himself having carried out all that he needed to. he successfully wove alex into the web of horror that he genuinely believed was eternity, and placed it into alex's hands to continue.

scenario 2: the film is as presented apart from the maraclea parts. alex deliberately misrepresents this in his interviews.

in all scenarios nigel knows alex is his jack after josh dies.

a spanner is thrown in his works when alex meets susan, he feels pushed away by alex and becomes severely jealous, taunting alex and going on to gruesomely murder susan in a display of possession over alex. in this interpretation, the person in the role of the jack also fills the role of the maraclea and due to such intense jealousy and possessiveness, nigel taunts alex with this.

alex is again heavily disturbed by this, but also by the reasons nigel had for doing it. once again, nigel twists his web further and further, pulling alex in deeper.

[i do not like looking at this segment of canon, but] the mourge is another taunt and display of jealousy for nigel. he pokes at alex's nerves, trying to find a breaking point which he never does find.

this is one where even alex is unsure as to who shot nigel, but probably wanted to. nigel died in his arms though, and thats what nigel truly wanted.

alex lies about this to the detective, either out of convincing himself nigel didnt really feel that or due to internalised homophobia. i truly think if alex was homophobic he would have weaponised it against nigel in the questioning.

scenario 3: alex was behind susan's death and used nigel's delusions against him. this turned sour between them and alex shot nigel, flat out lying to the police afterwards.

as it says on the tin. this is my favourite and least favourite interpretation cause i dont wanna think alex is a prick but eddie acts him like that at the beginning imo. its my favourite cause it means nigel didnt have to go through THAT.

alex was raised by his horrible dad and is an entitled prick. he thinks nigel is a weirdo and fully intended to kill him on the train, and failing this he decides to toy with him. nigel divulges his delusion about the templars, and alex takes FULL advantage of this, provoking him at every opportunity, even doing some research to use more against him. he deliberately asks to see a film with susan in front of nigel to provoke him into believing she was alex's maraclea.

alex kills susan. he just wants to kill someone. he then stages it like he imagines nigel would, invoking themes of religion with the crucifixion, and dissecting her corpse because it's what hes seen nigel do with the bird. this doesnt do what he thought it would, though, and fully snaps nigel out of his delusion. they do not visit his basement, they never go to the mourge. in fact; nigels parents are JUST emotionally neglectful. alex made up the abuse from his mother to further twist the knife. he planted the photos (taken by nigels dad, stolen by alex) to further push his agenda and killed nigels parents after stalking him home one night.

after murdering nigels parents, alex chases him to the traintracks. nigel begs to understand why he would do this, and alex refuses to answer, shooting nigel at point blank directly in the face. he stays with his body to watch the blood run to the ground.

he lies to the police and acts deluded like nigel did in order to spin it like folie a deux, embellishing the story heavily.

i have a headache so thags all i have the spoons to write rn lmao, i hope it makes sense :3

inspired by @laurelwen and @fingerprint-insurance and dedicated to everyone here 💔

#nigel colbie #like minds 2006 #like minds #alex forbes

[euphoric-dramione]

April Dramione fanfic wrap-up *with links*

Amor Vincit Omnia by Twin_Flame_Blues: a cute second-chance healing romance. i’m not usualully very much into these tropes, but i really enjoyed reading this. it was very long, considering that not that much was actually happening, but it was still easy to read and i always wanted to come back to it when i had to put it down.

Rosemary for Remembrance by rubber_soul02: a beatiful healing fic with a found family trope where draco is abit angsty but worthy of redepmtion and hermione is a bit darker because of her trauma that she cannot easily move on from.

Timeless by alexandra_emerson: i liked the idea of this fic, the complexity of time and relationships in that complex time, but the more it went on, the more it just became a bore. it was really repetitive too.

A Season For Setting Fires by mighbewriting: i feel like this fic was the perfect lenght - i didn’t get bored of it and it kept my attention throughout the whole story. i liked the idea very much, the writing was brilliant and the plot really hooked me. i feel like for a wartime fic it was a bit too sappy but i still really enjoyed it. the ending, i feel, was sort of the weakest poitn, otherwise i would’ve given this fic the highest grade.

Soft As It Began by rubber_soul02: i definitely did not read this fic because of the mystery aspect, but i loved that it was actually entertaining and i really wanted to find out what happened to harry. the chemistry between our ship was also really good.

Lumos & Lattes by magicalmolly: i liked this fic and was hooked on from the beginning, but i think it didn’t know what genre it wanted to be: a fluffy coffee shop au, a smutty fic, a healing and redemption fic, a dark murder fic, an angsty fic, a fluffy fic? by the end, i still don’t know. i don’t think the author is entirely sure either.

Love & Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud: i wasn’t impressed by this. found it really dull and boring and repetitive. not that i’m a big fan of regency, but i thought i was a fan of time travel. maybe i’m not?

Break Her by BareWithMeHoney: dark and twisted, ust how i love it, alhtough very much out of character and many of the decisions h and d made really did not make sense. i also feel like thif fic explained more and showed little, but i still really enjoyed it.

Things We Say In The Dark by rubber_soul02: this was such a beautiful academic fic, although i wouldn’t say it was dark acdemia, but it definitely had academic vibes. i loved the characterization of draco and hermione, as well as their interactions and relationship. also, the side pairing of theo and harry hit me hard in the best way possible.

Ten out of Ten by morriganmercy: a fun marriage law smutty fic that i read in one sitting.

On The Nature Of Daylight by ikorous: i ate this fic up in 20 hours because i was obsessed with it. this type of smut and toxic draco was all i ever needed. although i have to admit this fic is not the best written and there are plot holes, but the plot just absolutely doesn’t matter here. this is the type of bad boy x good girl dynamic i’m talking about. the ending though, i have to say, was not very satisfactory, but i also don’t see any other way this could’ve ended.

Things We're All Too Young To Know by eevans: the first half of this fic was absolutely brilliant, but right after draco found out that hermione was preteding to be daphne, it seems like the whole ansgt and chemistry simply evaporated and i was left with nothing. overall, a quite fun fic, although i found the second hafl to be boring.

ONE-SHOTS:

Paris by Twin_Flame_Blues

A Bit of a Mess by slytherindiaries

Amortentia by LadyMidnight87

DNFs:

The Binding by Curly_Kay

Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls

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