#idk my excuse is that I have been fucked to the point of uselessness in the last 24 hours
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Heaven Tonight
Warning: dry hump!ng ( idk how to put it as) sexual implications! SMUT 18+ (MINORS COME ON DON'T BE A LITTLE SHIT!)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Word count: 4k
A/n: this part was nerve wrecking to make! I'm really influenced by music so I put two of some of my favorite songs in this chapter and I honestly believe that Nancy is a Dolly Parton listener! I also made one of my favorite video game characters to be my Daddy! Please excuse the terrible grammar! I'm actually really bad at that...
Part 1 part 3
You missed school for three days, now that worried Eddie. He used the excuse of you missing tutoring but the truth was that you unknowingly had become a drug for him. How did it happen? How was it that in a few days he became obsessed with you, for God's sake you! The girl who never spoke or threw herself out there, he never had you on his radar until now.
"She is not your type get over it." He said to himself when he walked into class expecting to see you, but only another empty chair.
"Munson, where is Y/n?" Miss. Em asked also worried about your disappearance. Eddie shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Acting as if he isn't having a fit that you aren't there.
"I don't know." He said and walked to his seat.
'Did they argue?' She thought and began feeling sad because of the partnership.
"Well you should find out. You two owe me two sheets from that packet." She said and left to her desk.
'That should give him the push.' She told herself and kept an eye on him. She noticed how he would glance at the door, probably expecting you to come in. He didn't even have the motivation to finish any work. She felt a but sad for him. She secretly hopes that you come to school on Monday.
Eddie felt like a zombie again, all he thought was about you and nothing else. His classes felt long and useless he just wanted the day to end.
"Fucking brain rot." Eddie said as he sat with his club. The campaign distracted him from you for a while until he remembers that you aren't here for him to tutor. He needed to find out what happened to you.
"Campaign has to be canceled today." He said giving them all a shock. They seemed as if he said that someone died. They all began throwing questions at him.
"Shut up!" Eddie said and moved his hair out of his face.
"One at a time..." he let them talk.
"Why? This is the cult of Vecna! You even said it!" Gareth said earning an agreement from the whole club.
"Yeah well, sometimes, there are other things important than The Cult Of Vecna, alright?" Eddie said and this time didn't argue with himself. He felt guilty about canceling, they have been working for it for months and they are a close to it.
"Look, I'll make it up to you all. I don't know how or what, but this is something that I have to do, because if I don't it's going to slowly eat the soul out of me as it already is!" Eddie made a fist and bit it trying to control his anger. They all silently agreed and changed the subject trying to lighten up the mood.
Dustin could see that you had a huge impact on him. He has seen Eddie with polar opposite girls than you and he wasn't this bad with them as he is with you.
"Eddie, is it about y/n?" Dustin whispered. Eddie always found a different, in a good way, friendship with Dustin. Eddie knew that he isn't the type of friend unlike some of those bozos to go and pick on him because of a girl. Eddie nodded and picked at his nails.
"She hasn't come to school at all and I'm getting worried." Eddie mumbled and Dustin heard it loud and clear.
"Is that why the campaign is canceled?" Eddie nodded and Dustin left it at that. He knew that if he asked more questions it would cause a problem for Eddie.
Soon as the end of school bell rang he was out of class and running to his van. He felt like a creep for memorizing the directions to your house but at that point he could deal with it later.
Eddie drove up to your house and noticed that truck from the other day there. He parked in the driveway and brought down the packet if work. Maybe he could try and put in some tutoring while he checked on you.
'You got this' he told himself and took a deep breath. It felt like if he was going to go to war with Vecna and his demobat army. He hesitated but knocked on the door roughly. A few seconds pass and he was close to knocking again when the door opened. He expected to see you but a man around his height maybe taller opened the door.
"What can I help you with?" The man had somewhat of a southern accent. He kind of intimidated Eddie.
"Hi..." Eddie awkwardly waved and gripped the packet tight. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Eddie while nodding.
"You must be the boy who helped my babygirl." He looked at him up and down, before moving of the way and let Eddie in.
"Name is Joel, Joel L/n."
"Eddie Munson." Eddie introduced himself and shook Joel's hand. He began walking and Eddie followed like a lost puppy. Eddie looked around the house and found pictures of you looking cute smiling or just looking like a child. He figured that you got your style from Joel, but joel was more tucked in plaid and neat looking. Somewhat of a modern cowboy.
"You're lookin' for my daughter I assume.." Eddie nodded when he looked back at him.
"She is getting washed up... her- monthly, it knocks her down. Sometimes it comes unexpectedly and she's in pain." Joel talked while walking towards a room and opened it.
"This is hers. You can wait here. I'll try and hurry her up-" Eddie didn't mean to interrupt him but he was feeling jittery.
"No sir. I'll wait, she needs her time." Joel smirked and leaned in to tell him something.
"I didn't expect her tutor to look like you, hope you don't take it up the ass." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke away from Eddie.
"No sir. I'm used to the people judging me." Joel laughed and pointed at your bed.
"She'll be out in a bit, have a seat." He closed the door half ways and Eddie sat on your bed looking around. You had posters up of many things and stuff that Eddie liked. He got up and looked at a photo you had on your desk, it was you and Joel. You looked like a toddler and have the same cute innocent face that he saw on Tuesday. Joel was holding you up and looking at you lovingly.
Eddie placed it down and moved to your stereo and turned it on.
'Five to one baby, one in five~' Eddie let the song play and became interested in what you music you liked. This was new to him, or maybe he had heard something similar.
"Sound like something uncle Wayne listens too." He said and smiled brightly.
"Get together one more time!~" Eddie heard Joel sing and quietly laughed.
"Whatcha singing at old man?" Eddie heard your voice and he felt as if his world stopped.
"Oh nothing babygirl, Just some of the tunes we like." You laughed. Eddie heard your footsteps get closer and held his breath until you pushed open your door still looking at your dad.
"You got a guest!" Joel yelled when you turned and looked shocked when Eddie was standing awkwardly in the middle of your room.
"Thanks for the heads up old man' you mentally said.
"Hey" Eddie waved and you turned to close your door half ways.
"Hey" you quietly said and cautiously grabbed a hair brush and began brushing your hair. You sat on your bed and pointed at the end of the bed for Eddie to sit.
The two of you sat quietly listening to the music until Eddie spoke up.
"You where gone for a few days..." he said looking you with puppy eyes. You chuckled and became confused with his sudden change. Eddie was being nicer than the last time, he gave you whiplash.
You got up and placed the brush back in its spot. Eddie looked at you and noticed the long tshirt that came to above your knees and the pink shorts with sheep on them. Your legs were out and in full view just for him. He felt himself move uncomfortable trying to hide his flustered face.
"Yeah I haven't been feeling great." You quietly said and began taking stuff from your backpack. You moved back to your spot and brought out one of the pages from the packet.
"It took a minute but I finished one side." You handed it to Eddie, he cleared his throat and he began checking it until the next song began playing.
'~Here you come again. Just when I've begun to get my life together, you waltz right in the door. Just like you've done before and wrap my heart 'round your little finger ~' he couldn't help but crack a laugh. It was like if the song was teasing him.
You looked at him and asked if you misspelled something wrong.
"No it's good..." he laughed and gave her back the page.
"Its the song."
"Want me to change it? I know that this isn't really your type, but I think my old man got something that you'll for sure like. " You said and began walking towards the stereo, but Eddie grabbed your hand and told you that if was okay.
"I don't mind it.." he rubbed little circles on your hand and you gave him a small squeeze and pulled away to sit back down. You began asking about the last few questions that you had a hard time understanding. As much as Eddie didn't want to do school work he had to because the two of you were behind. Every once in a while you would grab your back and frown with pain. You sat straight and moved forward a little to stretch.
"You feel okay? " Eddie stopped mid sentence and asked, you shook your head.
You felt embarrassed that Eddie knew why you're in pain, but he saved you from making a fool out of yourself.
"My lower back hurts." You honestly said and began massaging the area. Eddie moved to your side and sat behind you.
"May I?" He said and you shyly nodded. Eddie warmed up his hands and began massaging you through your shirt. You tensed up but soon relaxed enjoying the tenderly touch of his hands.
You sighed in relief and scooted back so he could continue. He slowly lifted your shirt making you look back at him.
"Its okay." He reassured you and lifted your shirt enough to massage the area again. You felt soft and plump against his finger tips it made him move closer to you. You leaned forward and quietly groaned. Eddie felt his blood rush when he heard you that he sat behind you and placed his legs on each side trapping you.
You didn't even noticed until he asked you again if you're okay. Your head snapped to the side and was met by his face so close to yours. Eddie felt your minty breath fan against his lips and cheek.
"Eddie.." When his name rolled of your lips he pressed his forehead against yours leaning in to try and give you and eskimo kiss. You heard your old man's heavy boots and you stood up in time when he came in.
"How's it goin'?" He asked and brought two mugs of what smelled like hot chocolate.
"It's going..." he smiled and give you a forehead kiss before reaching into his pocket and brought out a few painkillers, while he looked at your alarm clock.
"It's 'round that time." He gave you the hot chocolate and made sure you drank them.
"I'll be headin' out in a little, got to do some stuff at the site before they all leave home. I might, might not take a while..." he looked at Eddie and then at you. You swallowed and waited for something.
"Can I trust you two?" You both understood what he meant and nodded.
"It's just school work. I'm behind as it is." You said and he felt comfortable with that. He walked out leaving you two alone. You felt your cheeks warm up and looked at Eddie, before he got up and sat on his original spot.
"Um, I lost my spot where I stopped reading.." you said and tucked in a strand of hair behind your ear feeling the heat on your cheeks. Eddie pushed back what happened and began helping you again. An hour passed and the two of you managed to finish one page.
"My old man must have left." You said when you heard the living room quiet. You noticed that Eddie finished his hot chocolate and asked if he wanted another.
"No I'm good." He said and sat against the headboard, closer next to you but kept his distance. You didn't seem to mind it, but there was a question that poked you.
"Eddie..." you turned your body and faced him.
"Hmm" he hummed and continued looking over some notes.
"What's with the sudden change?" You asked shyly. You didn't mean to offend him in anyway.
"What do you mean?" Eddie was confused.
"You saw me as a burden and now...you are kind to me." Eddie dropped the notes and ran his hand over his face.
"You wrapped my heart 'round your little finger." He muttered
'Did he just quote DOLLY PARTON?! ' you internally screamed and he looked at you with his big puppy eyes. You blushed and sat still, he began moving towards you letting his action show you also. He made you lay back and hovered over you.
"How'd you do it?" He asked making you look at him confused. You opened your mouth to speak when he beat you to it.
"You do witchcraft or are you a mage? Am I the one they should be calling a witch or satanist? How did you do it?" His questions began scaring you. You've never done that in your whole entire life, why-
"How did you manage to put a spell on me?" He looked at your eyes and lips.
His hair draped over the two of you, you looked up at him and stared at his eyes, they seemed soft and warm. The fear you had washed away in a second. He brought up his hand and caressed your soft jaw before he leaned in and kissed you. It took you a while but accepted it and began copying his movements, you gasped when he explored your mouth with his tongue.
'He tastes like chocolate..' you told yourself.
"You're beautiful." He said when he pulled away. Blush filled your cheeks all the way to your ears.
'He called me beautiful?' The only person who called you beautiful was your father, but this guy that tutors you and you really don't know..thinks that you're beautiful.
"God you are beautiful." He opened your legs and wrapped them around his filthy skinny waist and got closer than before. He went back to kissing you until he began grinding against you trying to create some friction. You jumped from his movements and he cooed you.
"You gave me brain rot. I just kept on thinking about you." He moved his lips to your jaw down to your neck. He put a little more pressure making you feel his belt buckle even through the many layers that covered you. You became sensitive and wanted him to keep on going but you knew you weren't going to be able to control yourself.
Eddie felt his pants tighten and kept on grinding against you and moaned when you tightened your legs around him. He ran his hands halfway your belly and lifted your shirt a little before he kissed you again. You kissed him back until it was getting to heated for you.
"Eddie, stop. Stop." You said and pushed him back until he sat up and looked down at you. Both of your breathing got heavier and your lips became swollen.
"And what If I don't?" He challenged and moved his hands to your ass and lifted your hips to his and began moving against you again. You quietly whine feeling your clit rub in a delicious manner.
"We gotta stop. It's too much for the both of us." You said and placed a hand on his stomach to stop him from moving.
"Let me at least make you cum. I know it feels good..." he said noticing how your face blushed with fever. He softly touched your belly and managed to lean down and kiss it tenderly.
"I read somewhere that it might help with your cramps. Why don't we test it out? If you say no then that is fine." You hated how much you just fell for his words, it also didn't help that your period made everything so sensitive and wanted more.
You shyly whimpered and began grinding against him until he took in charge and began rocking against you again. You threw your head back when a wave of pleasure shocked you. Eddie smirked and put his body weight on you trying to see your pretty face. Eddie felt so tight against his pants that he had to unbuckle his belt and button so he could relieve some the tightness.You looked down at his trail of heaven that disappeared in his boxers, you wanted to reach out and run your fingers over the small pretty trail but you knew that it would start to lead to something that you weren't ready for.
It took a lot for him to not move all those layers to the side and fuck you right there and then. He didn't care about the mess he just wanted you.
"Eddie..." you reached out and he placed his cheek on your hand. He began moving faster that the tip of his cock accidentally slipped out, he moaned loudly and didn't bother to put it away. His moan made you feel more aroused that You felt yourself move against him again, trying to relieve your aches. After a few minutes you felt a nice warm tight feeling and began tightening your legs around him to bring him closer to your clit. You began trembling and almost crying from the pleasure he gave you. It felt embarrassing that someone is making you cum like that for the first time.
"I'm..cumming." you panted and he pulled you into a deep hard kiss before your toes cured and came allover your self, whimpering against his mouth. He swallowed your whimper and he stopped for a minute and just kissed you passionately. Eddie began going at it, again, until he felt himself grind against you one last time crying your name quietly, he sat up and came allover your plump belly, leaving you in a mess.
"Fuck!" He groaned and looked at you. You looked at him with tired eyes and you somewhat glared at him. You needed to shower again and it was his fault.
"What the fuck was that look for?" He said amused and began looking around for something to clean your belly. He got up and buckled his pants and found tissues,cleaning your belly and kissed it one last time.
"I gotta shower again..."you said. You slowly sat up and Eddie helped you.
"You okay?" He smiled innocently. You didn't know how to feel about what just happened. You barely know Eddie and you just.....its difficult. You have only been with one person but Eddie going far to kiss you and make you cum, the first time he confessed his liking towards you? That is another thing.
"Yeah I'm just..." you got up and had this look on your face that made Eddie's drop.
'Did she regret what we just did? Should I have stopped the first time?' Eddie thought and began feeling guilty. He looked at you and noticed another stain on your shorts.
"You got..." Eddie went to you and grabbed your shoulders pulled your chest towards him to make you look at yourself in the mirror you had in the corner of your room. You turned your head enough to see it and quickly turned to Eddie. It's his fault if he didn't get you all riled up this wouldn't have happened.
"I'm sorry." You apologized to him even though it was his doing.
"Its only a little blood...." he said and wrapped an arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. He kissed the top of your hair and left his lips there smelling your shampoo.
"Its natural...and pretty fuckin metal to me." You snapped your head back and stared at him. He pulled his hand back and gave you devil horns, sticking out his tongue speaking gibberish. You couldn't help but crack a smile. He was satisfied seeing you smile that he pulled you into a passionate kiss. You pulled away and grabbed more clothes. You told him that you'll be quick and ran towards the bathroom. Once the door was shut you ripped off your clothes and got in the shower.
"What the fuck just happened?" You mumbled and slid down the shower wall. You couldn't comprehend that Eddie and you just...
"Shut up, shut up" you grabbed your head and got up, quickly washing your body. You struggled but managed to put on your clothes and walked back to your room.
"Hey" Eddie said. He was organizing the papers that flew around and placed them on your desk.
"Hey." You played with the ends of your shirt and went over to check the bed to make sure that it was clean.
'Thank god it is!' You thought and mentally cheered. The two of you stood awkwardly feeling the tension in the room until you had to guts to speak.
"Um we could watch a movie or something, If you want?" You walked towards the small TV and grabbed a random movie.
"Yeah that sounds good." Eddie softly said. You turned on the movie and got under the covers while Eddie layed over them giving you some space. It wasn't long before you tangled your hand with Eddie's and cuddled against his arm as you drifted off to sleep.
Eddie sweetly caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss your lips. He watched most of the movie that you put on and stayed still until there was a knock on the door.
"Babygirl..." Joel pushed the door open and was shocked to find you cuddled up against Eddie.
"Hi sir." Eddie awkwardly said and slowly moved from his spot, gently moving you to your pillow and covering you better.
"Its late boy..." Joel said liking his actions. Eddie began getting his stuff, walking out of your room. Joel turned off your TV and lights before closing the door. He saw Eddie open the front door to leave when he told him to stop.
"Gotta have a talk, but before that.." He tossed eddie his gym clothes and his leather jacket.
"She washed the gym clothes but she sweetly asked me to take your jacket to the dry cleaners." Joel said and walked outside to Eddie's van so you couldn't hear them incase you woke up. His cheeks warmed up thinking about you asking your father to clean his jacket.
"I wanna thank you for helping my daughter..." he lit up a cigarette.
"If it was someone else they would have made a fool out of her and I would have gone to jail, again."
'Wait what?' Eddie thought. Joel leaned against his van and looked around making sure that everything was in place.
"Some fuckhead lead my babygirl and pranked her. I've never seen her so upset that she locked herself in her room for a couple of days. So knowing me and my temper I found this guy, i forgot his name, but it started with a 'B' I think. Well, I beat the fuck out of him..." Joel noticed the small fear in Eddie's eyes.
"All I'm trying to say is that I'm grateful for what you did for her. She is my baby...my innocent baby."
'Well after what we did...I think that I corrupted her? DID I?!' Eddie chewed at his nails and Joel placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You are good to my girl and I got a feeling that she is getting into you too..." Joel's hand tightened and he leaned down to Eddie's eye level.
"You respect her. She says no it's no. You understand Munson." Eddie felt a lump at his throat and nodded. Joel let him go and Eddie quickly got Into his van and waved politely to him.
Eddie kept on thinking about how you felt and sounded as he made you cum. His pants began to tighten again that he drove home like a maniac. He parked and looked down at himself the tent in his pants began getting painful that he undid his pants and pulled his cock out.
"Fuck.." Eddie closed his eyes and remembered your sweet lips as those little sounds came out of you. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly began jerking himself off at the thought of you. He began to groan and moan just imagining you when he actually fuck- no, no fuck... when he actually made love too you.
"Oh God Y/n!" He moaned and came allover himself. He stayed in the van until he got the strength to go and shower.
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young royals s3e5 episode reaction:
well I really hope the cliffhanger isn't horrifying bc this week is gonna be really fucking long
let's fuckin do this
"tired" and it's just him contending w the fact that erik might have been violently homophobic
i can excuse [rolls down a 6ft long papyrus] but I draw the line at being racist - august, probably
"family" LMFAO sure dumbass
seriously those girls are acting like sara and felice broke up (and I get it, friendship breakups are horrifying but damn)
"are you on something?" MY LITERAL FIRST QUESTION SKFISJFKSJFKDJF
I feel like micke is gonna die. idk.
his own letter? why?
oh. hello ludwig. i forgot what your voice sounded like.
"it's hard for her to show weakness" yeah well so it is for all of us. be a mother. show up for your son.
naaaaaaaaaaa volvete serio ludwig
wdym he was perfect. are you serious. do no adults in this show have the slightest bit of common sense?? you're talking to erik's spare my man. erik's little brother who now has to take on everything erik had to do. be the most fuckin for real rn
of fucking COURSE
"it'll be nice to celebrate you. and to meet simon too" ok that was sweet.
yeah wille being in the choir was starting to feel too weird skfjdkfjd
okay? calm your tits my man? simon hasn't said anything?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? HE'S LITERALLY DEFENDING ERIK?????????
oooooookay kristina jr.
ohhhh it was sara's locker. ok.
oh micke is dead isn't he
FELICE DOING WILLE'S NAILS AAAAAA
HE'S PAINTING THEM PURPLE SOULMATISM
also is this the writers acknowledging the nonbinary wille headcanons bc.......
I can't believe wille likes doing his nails. that's so fuckin nonbinary of him.
god I wish micke had been dead. that is SO much worse.
pls don't get into a car crash sara
linda honey no. it doesn't fit him perfectly it's goddamn huge on him.
love shouldn't be this hard I agree linda
oh fuck me
oh her little face sara no
oh sara is breaking my goddamn heart
WILLE'S PURPLE NAILS
wilhelm, why do you have nail polish remover in your room
MI WILLE I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY BRAINS OUT
omg malin was willing to be bribed. back to fanon malin we go (after the shit show that was season 2)
WHY IS HE WEARING THE PYJAMA PANTS AGAIN SIMON
okay this is killing me inside. this is too much.
BECAUSE THERE'S A RISK OF POISONING SJFKDJFKJFDKFJDKFKFKFKDLRK
simon's FACE im
SHE CURTSIED @ SIMON
I know he must have felt disgusting sjfkdjfk
after pretty much 3 years of a polar opposite fanon interpretation I cannot *believe* I'm witnessing kristina and ludwig being genuinely happy about meeting simon. this is so insane
august are you staring at sara's boobs
oh a rolex
OH IS IT BECAUSE OF ERIK
IT IS BECAUSE OF ERIK OG FUCKKKKK
I missed sara and felice I'm ngl. I love my tiny baby girls
oh kristina is about to throw up isn't she lmfao
ludwig is being weirdly nice. this is so strange.
ludwig and simon chatting away while kristina is about to choke and die
hold on. IS kristina gonna die?
even during wille's birthday they can't stop yapping about erik. my god do royals genuinely only care about their firstborn? god
NOT DILF HUNTER SJROSUFOSIDOD
class bad boy slfjdlgj I think they had to have done that on purpose. I mean vincent didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving him another award. I can assure you.
august is such a *sad* character oh my god
I WISH I HAD DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU NAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW
oh of course she kissed him.
WHAT A SNITCH WTF
im
"please don't leave me alone with your parents like that again" honestly wille they could've eaten him alive
my god wilhelm you're being SO NASTY
OH HE'S GOING OFFF
oh ldkgldjgldjfldjffl
I can ASSURE YOU during my s2 liveblogging at one point I basically wrote "[points at ludwig] AND YOU" bc i was so fucking done with his bullshit skrjdlrkdlrkld
to hear wille going AND *YOU* is fucking sending me help
IT ISN'T EASY TO BE BOTH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BOSS OH FUCK OFF KRISTINA
I NOTICED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO USELESS AT BOTH HOLY FUCKING SWEET JESUS CHRIST
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD
me rn:
my god this is the most cathartic shit I've seen in my life
OH AND SIMON IS WATCHING THE WHOLE THING
god
I knew the cliffhanger was gonna be that
but I didn't expect them to cry like that nor did I expect ME to cry like that
bro I'm sobbing I can't wait another week
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hi ok i dropped ons a bit ago so i dont really know whats happening rn but. hands you a microphone. if you so wish please use this ask as an excuse to complain about the writing and describe what you wish would happen. bc when i did read it i love the characters and the dynamics in the earlier chapters and then the further i got the more it just. didnt click with me
HI YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET ASKIGNG,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OOAKAYOAOKAKY to begin. Major disclaimer i am a HUGE ons fan, genuinely i got into the series in 2015 and i am Still here and actively creatign shit for these dudes with a stupid ass poster right above my head as i type this. ...........Now. that fact goes hand in hand with the fact i fucking hate ons and most importantly i hate kagami takaya (the author).
AS YOU SAID. ons started out really strong with a super cool concept and the characters are likeable as HELL. which is so fun because as soon as you get further into ons, kagami decides to drop literally everything that made the story enjoyable and instead focus majorly and literally Only about the plot. its like he has this idea and he wants to get it through to us which most of the time is fine!!! but like he creates these awesome characters that get left in the fucking DUST.
HELL!! as of rn im pretty sure we haven't seen the rest of shinoa's squad (only mika and yuu) since last year!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON WHEREVER THE HELL NARUMI WENT!!!!!!!!!
literally the whole story is almost. half baked. that's how i'd describe it like. world building fucking sucks he like sets the table only to leave you starving with that shit. he's like "hey there's monsters in the ocean!!" only to never ever have the characters interact with the ocean. there's a whole page discussing the ocean and we never fucking go into the ocean. all of these characters have really interesting back stories and character motivations and ideals and YADDA YADDA and he just. its like he ?? gave up. with trying to do anything more than stupid comic relief dialogue and nailing in this whole idea of family and whatever the hell he jsut fucking left them to die!!! the last interesting chapter we had on how a character felt was like. idk 103. and we are at like 130 nwo its literally hell.
don't even get me started on the theme of found family that has been there from the very start. not only did it NEVER reach its potential but we straight up!!! don't get fucking ANYTHING other than what yuu goes with these days of like. "oh everyones family and can do no wrong . <3" and then you turn and there's kimizuki that's supposed to have betrayed everyone for his blood family (which he lost literally in minutes. it was so brushed over and not even emotionally investing WHICH IS A LOSS) BUT NEVER BECOMES A MAJOR CONFLICT WHERE IT COULD??? LIKE... IDK IF I WERE WRITING THE STORY I WOULD MAKE IT SO THAT THIS WHOLE IDEA OF FAMILY IS DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH. like. ESPECIALLY how shinoa squad is just . Told to be a family. by the military. and then they're basically only able to bond a little bit before mika is back and suddenly yuu and mika fuck off to do everything with hardly anymore group bonding which sucks it so sucks
THERES JUST. AHHH THERE'S SO MUCH LOST POTENTIAL IN TRYING TO MAKE A "cool" STORY!!! it ISN'T EVEN COOL ANYMORE!!!! there's just too much information unfolding all at once that has TERRIBLE pacing and it's like. impossible to fucking care about. there were literally dramatic gay angels that romeo and juliet'd their way to death but its NOT a big deal in the major public cause it was like. One chapter to care about them. Then boom they're dead. he sucks at this. all major reveals are rushed and pointless while other plot points earlier in the story are unresolved or just so painted over by other useless shit that they're unrecognizable now
sorry that's like. this has been all complaining and not more about what i wish would happen. what i wish Would've happened. which do not get me wrong i ALSO think a lot about that (<- would like to do a major fix it fic for the entirety of ons one day)
but what i wish wouldve happened? i wish we could've seen more of the squad interacting. i wish that they were friends worth dying for before mika and yuu reunited. i wish that we got to see mika and narumi integrating into the group instead of that whole 2 or 4 months where they were new just. being completely skipped. i wish that yuu and guren would fight for real, without yuu just being like "oh he's family im sure he is in the right somehow." i want him to beat and get beaten in return. to cry over it. to not understand and be misunderstood in return. i want him to be more than a one dimensional protagonist. we literally have the bones for something so great in him and all kagami is doing with it is just saying his soul is just a mika from millions of years ago.
iii . idont know. literally the only fleshed out relationship in this stupid series is mikayuu which like , Yaay. i guess. but also man i want to see the others. i want the girls to be written better. if i wrote the thing i'd have shinoa as a co-protagonist. because she is literally so fucking fundamentally important but just straight up every cool thing she ever could've amounted to is reduced to just. "little girl in love" which sucks. it sucks. it all sucks so much. she had like a fucking god inside her like since birth and the release of him was just over and done with. we got a sickass line where she goes "oh my body doesn't feel like mine anymore" . never expanded on. shes like fine now. she should be so fucked up she could be so fucked up and shes nottttt
anyways again i love ons. although i remake it in my head every day. i hope this answered your question somewhat i think i lost track
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tristamp ep 12 thoughts
12 seconds in its... as heavy handed as always
wolfwood said im out
meryl miraculously got unstuck despite that being her excuse the last half ep for not doing anything (even tho she had a gun)
zazie's mask is strong
they sure did go hard on the impregnated plant stuff. im so blocking anyone who praises this lmao
also hate stampede's change of plants here? vash is Full Dependant plant, so humans mean nothing to him now? Orange really did make them soulless? and need the miraculous twin's "assistance" to not be soulless?
HATE them giving knives' line from trimax to vash. i think that scene was an illusion, but still
does tristamp knvies actually have mommy issues lol? like did Orange just put too many women in the motherly role, so it looks like that, or is it an intentional thing??
Orange said rem's one (1) personality trait is liking geraniums
are they actually going to acknowledge rem's influence on vash
i guess not
knives grew one wing like sephiroth, but they didnt exactly focus on it...
vash just got better for some reason
i dont really know why knives is attacking meryl tbh, she didnt do much. but ig they want the cliche "i heard her voice" thing
his hair sure is vertical
things sure are animated
also i fucking hate conrad now here. he's roberto's replacement for explaining information straight to the audience. come on
i guess they made wolfwood show up in some way. i was gonna say meryl is also useless except for the cliche "girl waking up bf in danger" thing, but whatever
i said this before, but tristamp really does have a stange placement of comedy
i also dont really know whats going on rn. tbh
vash has a typhon arm, but yet again they arent putting much focus on it for some reason...
how did these random ppl recognize vash flying through the air lol...
this scene also feels very contrived. vash flys low and towards soldiers, circles them, and theres the "mean humans hurting vash" scene bc of that
knives killing those ppl reminds me of omni-man's "that's your fault" hehe
also theyre now focusing on his wing. he does look a little strange floating in mid air but idk. who knows what a floating person would look like
there's smth off abt what vash just said but idk
wolfwood now cares
i was gonna say why does vash have his goth skin on, but now that theyre toussling in the sky, i see its like 98, maybe knives was super white in trimax too, who knows
i feel like tristamp messed up the plants or maybe knives? theres also smth Off abt this convo
they sure did animate him running, but that is not a good thing. that was literally my criticism of trimax's end. this feels just like when tristamp presented his rudolph ass as a good thing
i dont really get the significance of him declaring his name, but i cant say anything w/o comparing trimax
knives' va sure can scream, but i couldnt help but laugh at the scene
i also dont get why theyre going into space. do these plants not need oxygen
wtf was the point of going into space
that photo made me realize that is the only time vash promises for peace...
is zazie talking abt the humans. why did they see meryl as significant enough to tell that to
again the mention of humans from earth made me realize tristamp dropped gunsmoke attempting to reach them
i imagine mention of the insurance society and milly would excite fans, but it feels so ridiculous to me
nightow's other show reference. either wolfwood's been there or meryl smokes now??
we got eriks and the girl (i forgot her name sorry :( ). his hair better get long though. idk wtf kinda building theyre in though
i thought they were gonna show the hole in the moon :/
chronica.
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uni classes officially finished yesterday!
awh man sorry to hear you've been so busy and tired :( im sure the break from the phone was needed
WHAAA SO EXCITING SO HAPPY FOR YOU THAT YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE THAT OMG
tbh I'm not doing too hot... on top of the stress and burn out from uni... I got cyberharrassed by people from my univeristy yesterday on our year's server ... :(
basically people were being jerks and playing "jokes" on random people (NOT funny jokes ... like I mean tagging random people and harassing them for homework (which doesn't exist) and accusing their targets of lying when they say they aren't enrolled in the class even when they gave evidence - the poor souls were so confused and concerned) and like just saying shitty stuff about how certain faculties are "useless" and for stupid people ... so I step in and tell them to stop it cause its not funny cause they're all like "its just a joke" ... so when i said that they were like "nah its hella funny" (by they, I mean like 3-4 people are ganging up on me at this point and I couldn't report this to the server mods cause one of them WAS A FREAKING MOD) and then they were like "we should ban you" and were like "I'll bet ur in the stupid people faculty" (which I'm not, but I was so enranged that they kept calling arts a useless stupid faculty so I didn't deny it) and so I excused myself and said "I see I am a minority here [in thinking these things they are doing/saying are unkind and unfunny] so I will leave now" and then they were like "noooooooooo we love minorities" ... "even the bad ones" ... "lmao jk" and then they said "no one likes you go kys" ... so I left the server because I absolutely don't need fucking assholes and worthless losers telling me that :)
like. I dont even know theses people. So what they say shouldnt matter. but fuck it hurt so bad :( like these are people MY age who go to MY uni who are probably in my classes or smth like idk I just wasnt expecting such blantant unkindness... I guess that's naive of me ... idk it just really sucked ... like I'm basically fine now cause those kinds of people literally don't matter to me, but it sucks that people like that exist, yknow? like fuck, what if they had said that to someone else who really took it to heart and really did do what they said... like wtf how are there people LIKE THIS :(
also, I hate confrontation, so I got like a panic attack after the whole incident and couldnt sleep until 3 am and then woke up at 8 to go to work....... for an 8 hour shift......... and i was so freaking mad at myself for letting it affect me so much cause I WASTED SO MUCH STUDY TIME LIKE UGH idk im just alkdjflkjadklfjdkjfk jakfj
my only condolance at this point about the whole thing is the people the jerks targeted/the victims messaged me privately to thank me for stepping in. so at least my actions were not in vain.
also im sorry about all the cursing... I RAREly curse... im just so ajsfdkjak over this :(
Sorry for dumping all that, do not feel pressured at all to respond to all of that
ILY STAR pls continue to take care of urself 🫶💕
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Oh my god??????? This is literally insane?????? What the actual hell is WRONG with people…. And doing that shit in a school server???? What the hell??????
Good on you for standing up for yourself and the others who were getting harassed and for leaving when you did! College students can be so weird bc I feel like they often forget that acting out of turn publicly in a server or online or wherever can absolutely have DIRE consequences for your future and it’s just playing with fire at that point. I remember there was a very famous case of students at Harvard who had a discord server where they sent all sorts of racist/sexist/ableist etc. memes and they legit got KICKED OUT of college when it was brought to light. As a college student you should be acting as though you’re being carefully monitored by your school or even a potential employer at all times, it’s literally so risky to be acting out of turn like that where people can easily report you. And on that note, I hope someone reports them and the server at least gets taken down bc sending death threats like that is absolutely vile, and to your own classmates???? What the hell
I hope you’re feeling better now angel ☹️ I’m so sorry you had to work a long shift after all that, I would’ve been panicking too! But at least know that you did the right thing and if they get in trouble for it, you can’t be blamed for being complicit in their trashy behavior. Your future isn’t at risk like theirs is!
Take some time to relax and try not to think about their words, they’re likely saying that to everybody and it’s not worth dwelling over insults they’re throwing around to every person who breathes in their direction. They’re just a bunch of LEWSERSSSSS 🤢🤢🤢🤢 I love you bby feel better soon ☹️💖💘💞💕💝🫶 here for you if you need anything at all !!
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general trigger warning
i was going to start this a while ago but i completely forgot. well ive been going through a lot of shit lately and my counselor just left out of no where with absolutely no warning so fuck it. i need to talk to someone. even if no one reads this.
im completely useless. i dropped out of school and have done nothing for 3 years. i dont even have a job. i cant even clean my room. i cant shower consistently. i blame my mental health and yet i dont try to get better. sometimes it just feels like i dont deserve to get better. sometimes i feel like im too used to feeling terrible. i cant exist if im not feeling bad. ive always been depressed. i dont have friends. im always just with myself. i dont like change. the thought of the only person i know changing is the most terrifying thing in the world. but thats fucking stupid. its just another excuse to do nothing.
intrusive thoughts are back and they have been keeping me up. i have been sleeping and the weirdest times. usually just 1-3 hours but lately ive been sleeping a full 5 hours in the day. just enough sleep to keep me fully awake and thinking all night. its the same thoughts from before. i wont write it down because i hate thinking about it obviously. but lately theres been some new thoughts and theyre honestly way tamer.
i started cutting again. i havent really cut since pretty much exactly this time last year when i went into the psych ward. i started cutting more in the past 2 weeks and i was going to bring it up to my counselor but now i just get to cut more! yaaay.... also something i was going to bring up was that i started burning myself. that feels weird to write. im used to everything else but burning myself is such a new thing to me. it sounds terrible lol. i mean i guess it is terrible? i dont know my thoughts are so scrambled right now. i could take a minute to compose myself and write something that makes sense but writing what im thinking is the entire point of this.
i don't know how to end this. if anyone reads this thanks i guess idk lol. heres a song ive been listening to a lot. til next time.
-glades
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Shut up, Loki
How many times is Loki told to shut up in his own show? As soon as Mobius meets him, he taunts Loki for being “talky-talky.” And despite Mobius’ stated interest in learning what makes Loki tick, he impatiently cuts him off when Loki geeks out about the difference between illusion projection and duplication casting (which made my nerdy ass love him even more), or chatters about strategies for dealing with a trickster. And of course there’s the scene in the time-loop torture chamber where Mobius asks Loki whether he cares for Sylvie, then deadass tells him to shut up when he tries to answer. Mobius pretends to be a sympathetic ear, but his actions suggest otherwise. He’s not interested in Loki for Loki’s sake; Mobius uses him as a tool first to catch Sylvie, and then to discover the truth about the TVA. Otherwise, shut up Loki.
Sylvie’s even worse. Her enchantees in Roxxcart mock Loki (”you sure do love to hear yourself talk”), and she tells him to pipe down idk how many times on Lamentis. Even when they reach the Citadel -- despite all they’ve been through together -- she tells him to shut up when he gently asks if she’s ok. Loki’s variants shush him in the Void (although to be fair they’re worried about attracting Alioth), and even He Who Remains chides him for “all that t-t-t-talking” (which is especially ironic given that HWR is in the middle of an extremely long-winded monologue about the multiverse). It’s a constant theme: shut up, Loki. You’re not important. This isn’t your story. It’s not about you.
And in the finale when Loki’s trying to get through to Sylvie, begging her to listen, she deflects and accuses and taunts. His sincerity is heartbreaking, his vulnerability endearing, and she’s having none of it. He’s desperately trying to be heard but it means fuck-all to her. Shut up, Loki. Nobody’s listening. Nobody cares.
Funny thing is, Loki never struck me as the garrulous type. In early scenes of Thor1, he’s quiet and observant. He offers no resistance when shushed by Thor or Odin. His outburst in the vault scene is so uncharacteristic and shocking that Odin has to take a nap. (That’s some weaksauce parenting right there, dude.) One gets the impression that speaking his mind is a new thing for Loki, post-Jotunheim. Even after ascending the throne, he’s not particularly loquacious -- his words seem carefully chosen and on point. Ok, he’s admittedly a bit mouthy in Avengers -- as articulate villains are wont to be -- but even there he isn’t exactly a chatterbox. His verbosity in the Loki show seems to have been constructed just to give the other characters an excuse to dismiss and belittle him. Shut up, Loki. Your ideas are useless. Your words have no value.
And you know what’s sad? I suspect Loki is used to being ignored. Ever wonder why he brought Frost Giants into Asgard on Thor’s coronation day, instead of just going to Odin and Frigga and saying “Hey I love Thor but he’s a numbskull and I don’t think he’s ready to rule”? Or why he made no attempt to explain himself when he faced Odin at the beginning of TDW? Like, “I did some shitty things but to be fair I was tortured and mind-controlled by this scary grapeface dude.” Why not say something?
Loki knew that no one would listen to him, because no one ever did. One thing about being the family scapegoat: people assume the worst about you, and nothing you say will dissuade them. And somewhere along the way, Loki gave up. He may have had a bit of fun calling out Odin’s hypocrisy and Thor’s bad judgement, but he knew that his words -- however perceptive they may be -- would be disregarded. It didn’t matter what he said; nothing was ever going to change. As he tells Thor in Ragnarok, “Open communication was never our family’s forte.”
Loki doesn’t fare much better in the show. He’s traded his dysfunctional, indifferent family for dysfunctional “friendships” (using that term very loosely here) with people who have no interest in hearing him. He’s bullied, belittled, and literally beaten down -- and yet he somehow finds the strength to get up and keep going in the end. Some might call this character growth, but Loki has always been resilient. This isn’t a new thing. Despite all his losses and his trauma, Loki manages to forge a path for himself. No one is going to lift him up or comfort him. He remains alone and unheard.
Loki resonates with those of us who are different, marginalized, devalued -- whether it’s because we’re neurodivergent, or queer, or simply prefer to do our own thing. He’s the patron saint of outcasts: we who feel ostracized and othered simply for being our authentic selves. We know how it feels to be silenced.
Loki, find people who appreciate you, who want to hear what you have to say. You are worthy of respect and love. Your trauma is valid. How are you feeling? Are you ok? Come sit down, tell us everything. We’re listening.
#loki#loki meta#loki show#loki series#loki series critical#thor1#thor dark world#avengers 2012#marvel#MCU#ragnarok
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Stabbing your hearth while I cry // Harry Hook.
Harry Hook x male!reader.
Please reblog uwu.
A/n: while I was doing (y/n)'s outfit I just thought about the winter soldier sorry not sorry, so yeah (y/n)'s D3 outfit is the Winter soldier fit without the glasses and the metal arm ofc.
Angst angst angst, hella long too!, This isn't following the canon obviously, blood, guns, knife, death, um idk this got dark and went crazy and I made it in a night and fix it the next day, smut but no, ummm torture.
Harry felt so depressed after Uma left and you knew that, they are best friends is understandable that he feels that way, but it is not an excuse for his behavior at this point.
"Harry, you've been distant—again" you said, getting closer from behind, he was sitting in the desk that once was Uma's, you put your hands on his shoulders.
"I miss her" He said softly,his eyes looking at nothing, you sighed and snatched away your hands.
"Harold, you don't love me anymore" you said cold, Harry looks at you confused, angry even.
"I do, darlin'" He said.
"No you don't, If you did, you wouldn't—"
"Stop it—"
"You wouldn't talk about her every fucking second!" You shouted, your voice braking and the tears starting to roll down your cheeks, Harry got up clearly angry, so many emotions he didn't thought about what to say.
"She's my everything, she is a goddess, you are just a fucking useless murderer!" He screamed, you flinched and he quickly realized what he said.
Harry tried to get closer to you but you only pulled away.
"I'm sorry, love, please" he kneeled infront of you, you didn't react, you only snatched the necklace he gave you a couple of years ago and throw it on the floor, you turn around and got outside the cabin, Harry got up.
"No, please, ye everything I have!" He shouted and you rolled your eyes.
"I thought Uma was your everything! Go look for her!—I'm pretty sure you would go the bottom of the ocean for her!—Not for me no, you wouldn't leave the fucking cabin for me, you dickhead!" You shouted and left the ship, Harry got inside the cabin and fell on the floor, he began to cry.
You got to your home, got into your room and sat in the desk, you started to make some artifacts for your dad to keep your mind distracted.
"Hi dad" you said forcing a smile, he looked at you up and down.
You heard a knocking and got up you opened the door, it was your father.
He wasn't a villain no, he was just a mercenary, he got payed to kill King Beast, failed and then got tossed into the isle, now he just do any work that would give him some adrenaline.
"your boy toy broke your heart?" He said entering, he took off his bloody mask and tossed his bag inside, he got into the sink and cleaned the blood out of his pocket knifes.
"Y-yes" you said sobbing, he looked at you.
"I told—"
"Dad please, telling me that you were right all the time won't help me" you said putting your hands on your face, your dad got closer.
"I'm sorry, child, I know how you feel right know, what if we throw some knifes? That always cheer you up as a kid" he said patting your side.
"What a weird ass kid" you joked, he chuckled.
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"That's my son!" Your father screamed proudly from the distance, you chuckled and keep throwing your knifes, your dad was being more kind with you witch is weird but you need love right now.
The next day you and your dad were outside on the garden, you were throwing the knife and everytime you hited bulls eye.
Your dad knew that you needed a little kick to unleash your whole potential, to be the assassin you are ment to be, a murderer, a machine, you were to much to be some wannabe pirate's assistant.
"I want to ask you something" your dad got closer, you stoped and looked at him.
"Don't you wanna go out for a day and work with me?" He asks, you freezed.
"Don't worry, we won't kill anyone, just rob some rich folks" he said, you sigh in relief, you thought for a cople of seconds.
"Well that's sound right" you said with a nervous smile.
"Huh" Your dad said looking at you.
The night came quickly than you thought.
Your dad gives you a bag with some knifes, he handles you a mask a little bit like his, it was black it covered your nose and mouth, he give you a black outfit, a long sleeve shirt and some military pants and combat boots, you grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and a harness for your legs, you put some knifes in there.
"I'm a mini you" you said with a little smile, he chuckled and put on his mask, you did the same.
"Are you ready? It might get really freaky" he warned you.
"I was born ready, papa" you said confident, your dad opened the door and off you go.
You finally got outside the people you were going to rob, you got a hook gun and pointed to the ceiling, you climbed and you kinda understood your dad, it was exiting do all this, it made you feel alive.
"there's a door, papa" you whispered, your dad nod and both got closer to the door, he kneeled and unlock the door.
Click
"Uff" you said with a smile, though your dad can't see it, you shaked your nerves away.
"Stay behind me, pumpkin" he whispered you nod and he entered, you got downstairs, he pointed to what it seem to be the owner's room, you grabbed a chair that was near and put it on the handle, your dad and you inspected the home.
You got some jewelry and some old paintings, you left in silence, like you were never there in the first place.
"Wanna do this tomorrow, kid?" He asked you patting your back, you nod exited.
"Great, welcome to the family business, now we have to get all this to my client" he said proudly.
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You didn't have to obey anyone anymore.
It's been a year and you felt great.
Being a pirate felt alright, it was fun, but whatever the fuck you were doing with your dad was way better, you could be in the market robbing some apples and then someone would talk about how the night before they got robbed, you would just smile and enjoy in silence your art.
Now your dad trust you way more, enough to do your own missions and go completely alone, and you thought it would never happen but know you trust your dad, he seem to be the only sane person in that dammed island.
You saw Harry a couple of times in school, he seem miserable, great.
Gil was friendly as always but in all those years of knowing him you knew he wasn't having a good time either, you stoped attending school because Gil would try to talk to you, he was worried but you weren't ready to talk about what you been up to and talk about Harry.
One night you were being chased down an alley, you never shoot or stab unless they did it first, no end, you turned around and they cut you in your arm, you grabbed one of your knifes and start fighting, another man shows up with a gun, he shoot you on the side, you miraculously won the fight and started running to your home, you opened the door and your dad run to help you.
"I need some updates in my suit" you said before passing out.
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Harry and the whole crew were worried about you, you just left that night and never got near the ship again, Gil knew what you were doing lately, he saw you one night with your dad, he knew it was you because your mask got knocked out by someone.
Gil and Harry were robbing from an enemy ship, they got out and started to run, you look at them from the ceiling.
"Ten grand, jewelry and a bag full of fairy dust" That's what Captain Hook said he was going to pay you, he wanted to talk to his son but Harry never goes to his father's ship, you were having a debate while you jumped from home to home, they never really like you anyway, you thought.
It was true, everyone began to be nice to you because you were Harry's weekly toy, you jumped and landed right infront of the two pirates.
"This is enough" He said, Harry freezed, you groaned and rolled your eyes.
"Your dad told me to bring you to his ship" you said pointing to Harry, he immediately grabbed his sword, he didn't recognize your voice because of your mask.
Gil sighed and called your name.
"Why are you doing this?" Gil asked getting closer to you, you could see the worry in his eyes.
She's my everything, she is a goddess, you are just a fucking useless murderer.
You'll show him, you'll show them all.
You shake you head and began to run towards Harry, he was impressed, you weren't a good fighter before, but now you were faster and stronger.
"This is my job, silly" you answered Gil's question, you got apart from Harry.
"Let it go, dude , I don't want to hurt you" the blonde boy said with a worried the, you groaned.
"It's not so different from yours, I'm a thieve too, but I do it better" you said, Harry was already tired at this point, he couldn't believe that was you.
Gil sigh and began to fight with you, he had a similar harness with knifes, he grabbed one and so did you, he was taller and stronger than you but you successfully blocked his attacks.
"I never fail my missions" you said serious, Harry swallowed hard, missions? Like the ones your dad does?.
You can't fail your missions.
Your dad will be mad.
You don't want to disappoint him.
He would punish you if you did.
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Gil sigh and made a cut in your arm , he picks you up and throws you to the floor, he looks at you, your head started to hurt, you groaned.
Harry gets to his side, he's shaking, Gil looks at him and tells him to go away.
One night he finds you.
Three months passed by and Harry was basically trying to get himself killed.
He would stay up late and go out to see if he could find you at your 'work' Harry wanted to apologize, at this point you were gone but he would try to bring you back, he knew about your dad's attitude.
"he probably brainwashed him with all his assassin crap and all tha'" he thought, it reminds him of his own dad, how he would tell him about being a copy of him and that's how he would gain his love and pride.
He called you, you were on a corner eating an apple, you ignored him and he got closer.
"I want to talk to ye" he said, he extended his arms revealing that he didn't have any swords or guns, you sighed.
"Speak then—" you order with a cold tone.
"Please come back" He said with a shaky voice, you look at him, completely unamused at his words.
"I'm sorry, I never wanted to say those things, ye know tha', I'm sorry, I was an idiot" he said getting closer, you automatically pulled out your knife.
"Ye would never hurt me" he said those blue eyes looking straight at you, you started to shake.
"I'm pretty sure he would, right?" Your dad appears from the shadows, you look at him and lifted the knife.
"C'mon, little one, make me proud" he said, Harry grabbed a knife out of his boot and throw it at your dad and ran away.
When you got to your home you help your dad with his injury, you looked at him.
"He's a liar" He said.
"He just wants you to be his little fuck toy and to make you do his piraty dirty ass job" He said raising his voice, you looked down, he is your dad, he would never lie to you, he loves you.
"I don't want you near pirate bay" he smacked your face against the wall.
"Yes, sir" you said.
"Go to your room and rest, you have a target for tomorrow" He said.
"b—but I don't kill" you looked up, meeting his gaze.
"You will know, don't disappoint me more, you've been messing up lately, you should be grateful I didn't fucking punch you, you are a murderer, not just a thieve" He said firmly.
"I have to be emotionless—" you said.
"Exactly—"
You woke up, inmediatly got nervous but block it out, you put on your suit, you've been working in the day sometimes, you wanted to do the job as fast as possible, you grabbed your things, you sigh and put in your mask.
You don't feel the emotion and joy anymore, you just do your missions and that's all, sometimes the praise your father gave you make you feel something, but you don't have to feel.
"Let's go!, We are going to be free" he said, you hesitated, you have to obey your dad, but he wouldn't hurt you if your out of the isle, you weren't sure what was happening but Harry was dragging you and you jumped out of the isle.
Everyone was looking at you, some would recognize you from the thieves, nobody knew your identity and that's good, you were walking to your target's home when you spotted Mal and her gang, right, days ago that purple thing return to the isle to recruit another 4 VK's, you got closer.
Then you saw Harry and Gil, you were sure that they would jump before the barrier closed, but Harry looked at you and mouthed something.
"We're free!" The boys hugged eachother, you just stay apart from them, the four core where looking at you, confused.
"Um hi guys, we are just going for a little visit" Harry said with his crazy tone, but got pushed by Carlos, Jay pushed you and you inmediatly reacted, you grabbed him and threw him on the ground, you were about to grab a knife when the rock Mal had falls into the water, but it's catch by a familiar tentacle.
"Did you drop something?" She said, the boys got closer to see, you stay there, you didn't hate her of course, she is your best friend but you didn't wanted to see her.
"Uma!?" they said.
"That's my name" She smirks and got back into the water, she got on top of the bridge, everyone looks at her, Harry is the one to get closer to her, obviously, you thought, she looks at you, the pirates and the malsie gang were discussing something, you weren't paying attention, you only see how Harry looked at Uma.
Your dad was right.
"This is a job for pirates!" Uma said, you were standing awkwardly there, just seeing how much fun they have just the three of them, Evie looked at you at times, trying to read your mind and know what expression is behind that mask.
You crossed the bridge, finally, you were observing the real world, you were supposed to be happy but you were having a internal breakdown, your dad taught you that any emotion is weakness, other parents say that love is weakness but father knows best.
Uma gets closer to Gil and Harry while you were seeing the unconscious students, why are they like this? You tried to remember what Mal said before or was it Evie?, Harry analyzed you, he felt horrible, he wanted you back, he needs you.
"Who's that?" Uma asked to the boys, Gil looks at Harry, he seems lost in your soulless eyes, observing how you passed the sleep students like dead bodies.
"That's (y/n)" Gil said, Uma gasped.
"What happened to him?" She asks, she felt her heart sink when she sees how you react to Jay just accidentally hitting you while he walked, you pointed your knife at him.
"Um, hey dude I'm sorry" Jay said.
"His dad happ-"
"I fucked up, heavy, i-its me fault" Harry said.
"Now I need a clear version, what did his father do and what does it have to do with you?" She asks.
You are in a house now, you weren't paying attention half of the time, it was like your body moved on it's own, now you are with Uma and Mal and they are eating some cake, Mal passed you a piece with a friendly smile, she apologized to Uma early or that's what your mind remembers, you sigh and take off your mask.
"Oh shit, (y/n)?" Mal asks, apparently nobody knew it was you all this time, Mal looks at you, you have changed a lot.
"Hm" you nod in agreement and eat the cake, Uma and Mal look at you waiting for a reaction, but you just didn't did or say anything, you finished the cake and inmediatly put your mask on.
"You know, we now know it's you, I don't see the point of wearing that" Mal said, you ignored her and look outside, the purple haired girl looks at the captain, she sighs.
Something something Evie's kiss and now you are trapped, but luckily Uma and Mal did their magical thing, King Ben got back and so did Gil and Harry, Uma goes to hug them and Gil hugs you, you didn't know how to react, you haven't had soft touches in a year and a half, you just corresponde the hug.
"See? (y/n) is still himself" Gil said optimistic while patting your back, Uma and Harry gave you a smile.
Blank blank a fight with some knights, Mal lied and the barrier would be closed forever and know you are with Harry and Uma walking, you were carrying your gun just in case something or someone gets in the way.
Uma stops and Harry grabs your arm, you looked at him with deadly eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left, I did it out of rage" Uma says you could feel the honesty on her words, she feels bad because she not only left Harry, she left you and Gil too, her best friends, you nod and she just assumed that you accept her apology, Uma walks away a little and you and Harry are left alone.
"Hook let go of my arm or you will have no hand" you treated, he sighs and let's you go.
"What did he do to you?" He asks, you didn't look at him at all.
"It's not your fault, I lived with him, it was going to happen one of this days, he fixed me, that's all" you said without hesitation, it seem almost robotic.
"Fixed what? You were perfect already"
"No I wasn't"
"Why do ye think tha'?" He said.
Before you respond Mal is taking to Uma, Harry goes to help her, you decide to go too.
Dragon and flashy lights, while Uma was helping Mal, Harry keep checking on you, he knows you too well, you were panicking apparently Mal won but something went wrong.
While they waited for Hades, a certain pirate drags you out of the room.
"What now?" You asked him clearly frustrated, he puts one arm besides you head.
"Why do ye suddenly think ye need fixin'?" He asks, you finally look at him, his blue eyes fixated in you, your eyes seem tired and sad.
"I was too emotional and weak and and-" you explained, he knew that he wasn't going to believe a single word, you didn't even know what to say, you only repeated what your dad told you.
"You said it yourself, I was a useless murderer, now I'm a murder machine, my dad was right this whole time, I should joined him earlier" you said, Harry froze, you were smart enough to know when his emotions get out of control, it wasn't the first time he did something like that, you always return and forgave him, also, you never liked your dad.
"He's a liar" he said.
"You sound like him" you said a little uncomfortable, like you kinda break out.
"I'm sorry" he softened his voice, he grabbed your hand, you didn't flinch, but you started to shake, your dad would grab your hand and treating of break it.
"Ye need to come to yer senses, (y/n) ye don't like killin' for money or stealin', ye don't even like stealin' an apple!" Harry said frustrated, his hand was touching yours softly.
"I love you, please love, I miss you" He said with tears on his eyes, he cupped your face, you flinched.
"My dad would never lie to me" you said, Harry shake his head.
"He would, he always has! That's why ye were with me on the ship, he took advantage that you were hurt that day to shove his shity believes in you"
"B-but he loves me" you said, with tears in your eyes.
"he made ye steal and was going to make ye kill innocents eventually! That's not love" He said, you shrugged at the memory of the night before, you decided to not keep up with the discussion and you got away from Harry, he sigh, he doesn't give up easily, and when is about you he never will.
Uma decided to go back to the isle, so did Harry.
"I'm going too, I have something to do" you finally spoke, everyone stare at you in shook that you could talk.
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"Where ye goin'?" Harry asks, you looked at him.
"I have to talk with my dad" you said, Harry sigh, he got closer to you, he grabbed you by the waist and give you a kiss on the lips.
"I love ye so much" He said hopeless at this point, he was begging to Calypso that you would come back, he saw that you were having an internal battle on the way back you were probably still there, you looked at him and give him a little smile.
"I love you too, I-I-I will return to the ship, and we have to talk" you said, Harry nod and you started to walk to your home, Harry sighed in relief.
Your mind was a mess, it finally hit you that you've been tortured all this time.
You entered your home but your dad wasn't in, you sigh and tried to calm yourself down, an hour passed by and you heard the door open.
"Where have you been!? I saw your target walking peacefully down the street!" He screams at you from the door
"I go out of the isle" you said, he get closer and slaps you.
"And I help the VK's" another slap.
"You are a killer! Your evil, cruel-"
"No I'm not" you interrupted.
"I know that you would brake, I didn't do enough to make you a cold blooded assassin" he said while grabbing a knife.
"You are useless now" he attack you, you quickly block the attack and grabbed a knife, your fight back, you got the lead when you kicks you in the stomach, he grabs a gun, but you got up and started to run, you heard the gunshot behind you, you hide in the hall, you loaded your gun and you waited for him.
He is getting closer.
Now.
"AH YOU SON OF A FUCK!" Your dad shouts in pain, you pointed the gun against his head.
"You won't cause any trouble now" you said, he laughed at you.
"Kill me now, but better hurry Hook payed me a lot of money for the boy" He said, you freezed and pulled the trigger.
You changed your hole outfit, you are now wearing your old pirate clothes, plus the mask and you added your leg harness, you grabbed your sword and one of your old guns.
You were in the ceiling of a building Infront of the ship, you inspected the deck and almost nobody was there, you heard a scream from below deck, then Captain Hook comes out.
"Stop screaming!" He shouted, you didn't know if you should rescue Harry then kill Hook or first Hook then Harry, you jumped from the roof and got into the ship without the captain noticing, you got below deck to check on Harry, there was no one there either, you found Harry on the floor bleeding.
"No please, no more" he begged, his back was full of cuts and his stomach had a couple too.
"Don't worry, Harry, It's me" you said, he look at you and immediately hug you, he whined at the pain.
"He-Help me, luv" he sob.
"I will Harry, but I need you to be very quiet" you whispered, he nod and you carefully put him down, you stod up and search for bandages and something to clean his wounds, you find a couple of old bandages but it was enough while you got back to the ship, you turned back and kneeled Infront of Harry.
"I-I though I was the one who w-would rescue ye" he said laughing a little but it inmediatly hurt him, you gave him a soft smile and you keep curing his cuts.
"I'm your knight in shining armor" you said, he nod and give you a smirk, you finished with him.
"Now Harry, I need you to stay here while I go on deck" you explained, he whined.
"No, no please don't leave me, please" He began to cry, he grabbed your arm and got closer to your face.
"Shhhh, I will come back, Harry"
"I'm sorry" He said.
"I was an asshole with ye" He cry, you shush him.
"It's alright, Harry" you said whispering.
"Now I have to take care of your dad" you give him a kiss on the lips and got on deck.
"How did you got into my ship?" The captain calls you, you face him.
"I came for my man" you said grabbing you sword.
"tsk, Harry ain't a man" He said.
"This isn't any of your business, you fag, he owns me money, I raised him and his pay is abandone me, he will pay for being such a shitty son" He shouts, you were losing your patience.
"I'm going to kill you" You said, the captain pulls out his sword.
"You are good with your little knife, I've know you long enough to know that you are not pirate material" The captain said, you groaned and began to attack, Harry was trying to get up but everything hurts so much.
"You fucking bitch" Hook groans from the cut you made on his arm.
"I thought you were a gentleman, sir, this isn't a proper way to talk to your opponent" you said confident, the captain pulls all his strength in the next movement, swords clashing together.
"Huh, you are rusty" you said after a year your experience with a sword was still in you, you made a deeper cut on his shoulder, he fell on his knees.
"what if I cut the other hand?" You said, making the captain look at you with the point of your sword.
"Or I could cut all your limbs, or maybe poke your eyes out, what if I feed you to good ol' tick tock?" you said with a laugh passing your sword making a couple of cuts in his body, you heard a clash below deck.
Harry.
You got back to reality and made a cut in the captain's chest, then you rushed below deck.
"Harry?" You called him, he was on the floor again, he was still trying to get up.
"C'mon, let's get to the ship and forget about all this" you said and help him stand up, you pun one of his arms around your shoulders.
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You put Harry in bed, now properly cured, you talk with him better about that night, he apologized and you apologized too, you hurt eachother and now you will change and be better.
"(y/n), wake up, love, we are free" Harry shake you, you opened your eyes and suddenly there was more light in the room than ever.
"Wh-what?" You said still sleepy.
"The barrier, it's gone" He said, you opened your eyes in surprise.
"We are finally free, ouch" he said, you looked outside and everything seem brighter, you sat down and tried to swallow that you are free and the events of yesterday, Harry sat at your side, he grabbed your hand and kiss it.
"We have another chance" He said, you looked at him and give him a smile.
"And what do you wanna do first?" You asked him.
"The ship needs a lot of fixing so sailing would be latter" he got closer to you.
"Maybe we should celebrate" he said with a smirk, he was getting so close that you lay in the bed and he was on top you.
"You are injured, you are going to open your stitches if we celebrate" you said, he kissed you on the lips.
"Who said I was going to do the job?" He buried his face in your neck, he kissed you a couple of times, your cheeks started to burn, you pull his hair and he moaned.
"Hmm I need you" he looks at you with lust full eyes.
"I could just lay on bed and be your good boy" he said with a heavy breath, you looked at him.
"Fine, you still need to prove that your mine" you said, he nod exited.
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A/n: buenas tardes My fellow homosexuals, hope you liked this long ass fic, i didn't wanted to make another chapter and another chapter, I know i went crazy with the story but I thought of it and couldn't get it of my mind, I'm too tired I will fix the spelling errors other day.
#harry hook#harry hook x male reader#harry descendants#descendants#uma descendants#x male reader#pirates#lgbt#harry hook x reader
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Cupcake ; Rafe Cameron
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Maybe making cupcakes with a girl he likes won’t be a bad thing
Warnings: Slight angst on the earlier part, cursing, substance, extreme fluff, adorable Rafe Cameron
A/N: I hope you're doing good, sending all my love and hugs @ you <33 remember to rest!!! @asimpwriter
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"Fuck off," Rafe sighed, shutting his eyes against the bright chandelier above the dinner table. Since when did it got so bright? The last time he checked, it was dimmed. "I swear Sarah, say one more word and I'll fucking kill you."
"Rafe," Ward sighed, placing his cutleries down onto the expensive wooden table. "It's family time. Excuse your sister."
"She's hanging around with those stupid pogues, dad!" he groaned, not wanting to believe that his dad was on her side. Not that he was ever on his, but he thought his father would have the same mindset as him towards this topic.
"Let. It. Go."
"They're my friends," she breathed, and Ward closed his eyes again, knowing the screaming that was about to occur. "I'm sorry you're stuck with Topper-"
"Didn't you cheat on him?" he laughed, and turned to look at his dad. He mouthed at him with an amused expression, "She cheated on him."
"I didn't, and we broke up 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry he couldn't move on from me," Sarah shrugged, and Rafe watched as she put aside her green beans and offered some of the mashed potatoes to Wheezie.
How could she act so normal about this?
"Oh, and-" Sarah turned to Ward, and Rafe waited impatiently for the lies that was about to slip from her mouth. "Do you know that he does drugs?"
"Sarah!" Rose yelled, furrowing her eyebrows as Rafe laughed out loud, clapping his hands loudly that the sound echoed throughout the huge house. "It's a family dinner!"
"I don't give a fuck about this family," Sarah said, removing the napkin from her lap and quickly standing up to get out of the house. Ward didn't say anything, neither did Rose, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh.
"This is getting out of hand," he started, clasping his hands. "Rafe, I'm no longer letting you take over my business."
Rafe stopped his movements, looking at his father with widened eyes. After all those time he spent at college, trying to make his father proud and to take over the business, only for this?
"Dad, you can't. She's lying, dad, I haven't been using drugs."
"I saw the stash, Rafe," he sighed, and Rafe thought about the space under his bed. He closed his eyes, muttering a ‘fuck’ when he finally remembered the empty space. He didn't think much about it earlier, thinking about how he must have used up all of the powder.
"Until you get your life back on track, or nothing at all."
"Dad-"
"Go find your sister, and bring her home."
"Dad, please-"
"Go find Sarah."
"Okay," he sighed, standing up immediately and letting the chair scraped the polished floor. Wheezie shifted uncomfortably at the sound, and Rafe had an urge to do it again, just for the sake of riling his father's anger.
He cursed silently, walking away towards the table and to the porch, all while thinking about the joy if he could destroy the Pogues' life for making his hard.
The drive from Figure 8 to The Cut took him 30 minutes at high speed and being fully caffeinated, and when he arrived at the Chateau, all riled up from the quarrel with his father that he had before, he didn't try to see if his sister was even in there before barging into the small home.
"Yo, what the fuck?"
"Where's Sarah?" he muttered, giving Kie his side glance and continued searching for her. "Where the fuck is she?"
"Yo, bro, this land is off to the kooks," JJ stepped in, eye to eye as he leveled up to Rafe's height. He was only an inch shorter, but the difference was apparent. He continued to place his hands against his chest, whispering slowly. "Especially to crackheads like you."
Rafe laughed, tilting his head to the back to release the tension building up in his body. He was so, so close to give the blonde boy the consequences of his words, but was halted when Sarah entered the room, hand in hand with John B.
"What are you doing here?" she groaned, walking forward and standing in front of him. "God, can't you leave me alone?"
"Oh, trust me, I rather do that more than anything especially-" his eyes trailed to John B, "When you're fucking with a trash."
"JJ-" Kie stepped up, pulling JJ's shirt to stop him from doing anything. She sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen anytime soon, and she had told John B about this before, but he didn't listen. Now it was like her job to protect her friends from Rafe.
"Leave," Sarah stated, her lips pulled into a tight grimace. "Leave before I'll tell dad about this."
"I'm just trying to protect you," he ran his fingers through his hair, making it more messier than ever. Why couldn't she get that? All he was doing - it was all to protect her, so that his father could see him for what he's worth.
"You know what?" he sighed, wrapping his face with his large hands and turning towards the exit. "You wanna be one of them? Go. Don't ever come back home. You're just another trash, anyways."
He wasn't sure if he meant them, or if it came from the heat of the moment. All he could think about was to run away, to hide and to never come out and face his father or the judgement put by everyone else. He felt an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of her stomach, but he was too proud to say sorry.
“That was useless," he thought, leaning over his motorcycle and blinking his eyes against the lights by the side of the road. He couldn't go back now, not when his father had just ordered him to bring Sarah home and he had failed to do so, and he couldn't go to Barry's; his dad could find him there if he search for him the next day.
He groaned, feeling the cold air nipping at his skin until the final thought occurred to him. He laughed then, not sure as to why he hadn't been thinking of that sooner, and soon he was in front of the mini apartment.
He rapped on the door and waited patiently, his heartbeat quickening. He looked at his watch, checking if his arrival was too late. He groaned, noticing the time, but it would be embarrassing for him to turn now.
(Y/N) was trying to figure out what colour should she put into the frosting mixture, her hands on her waist when she heard the knock.
Her head instinctively looked at the clock, frowning when she read the time. It was not that late, only around 10 p.m., but she was not ready for any guests or her friends to come over.
Had she been too loud that the cranky neighbor next door who sleeps early everyday had come to tell her off?
She sighed, lowering the music coming from the radio before making her way to the door. She was in nothing but her ribbed top and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was messier than ever.
"I'm sorry, Jerry," she sighed, opening the door to greet the old man. But standing in front of her was not the grey-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, ready to scold her, but it was the boy she had been crushing on since forever instead.
"Rafe?" she exclaimed, and she couldn't deny the shock spreading through her veins at the sight of him. He was sweaty, like he had just been in a fight, and his shirt was sticking to his body. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, I'm sorry, can I come in?"
The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted into his nostrils, and he noticed the drool in his mouth. He didn't eat dinner that much, being forced to chase after his sister, and all he wanted was to enjoy some good food and get a good sleep for the night.
"I'm not. . . we can't. . . I'm not prepared for anything-"
"It's okay, I didn't come for sex," he bit his lips, trying to contain her amused laughter at her statement. "We're friends, (Y/N), aren't we?"
"Yeah," she raised a brow, not grasping at the way he was playing his words. She allowed him in, asking him to sit by the kitchen counter and checking her porch outside to see if there was any cameras in case he was trying to prank her.
Rafe Cameron never contacted her for anything if it wasn't for sex.
"What are you making?" he pointed at the mess on the kitchen, and (Y/N) tried to hide her red face as she quickly tried to put the stained bowls and cutleries into the sink.
"Uh, cupcakes."
"Yum," he chuckled, liking the way she was so nervous around him. The truth with (Y/N), she was extremely wild in bed but also very shy outside. It was like a complete two different person, but he was always intrigued by this.
The first time they had done the deed, he was shocked when she got into control, and he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. That night was one of Rafe’s best nights, the starting point to the many after.
"Relax, (Y/N)," he laughed, watching as she tilted a cup and placing his hand under the table to catch it before it could break. (Y/N) yelped, struck to her position, and let out the biggest relief when Rafe put it back to its previous place, safe as ever.
"Why are you so jumpy?" he whispered, sneaking beside her to help with whatever she was doing. He hadn't got a clue about this whole baking thing, only watching Cake Wars for the drama, but he wanted to help the girl beside him if it means he got to spend time with her.
"What are you doing?" she muttered, glancing at Rafe's hands as he whisked the fluffy frosting. "Rafe, you're going to get it more clumpy."
"No, I won't."
"Rafe, I swear," she groaned, reaching over to grab the whisk only for him to turn around, laughing while she struggled to get him.
"I'm just making it more fluffier," he smiled, continuing to whisk the mixture without even looking at the white colloid. He was too busy looking at her, and he wondered if she knew about the small amount of flour powder that had gotten on the top of her nose.
"Was the coke good?"
"Huh?" she tilted her head, confused, and still angry at the way he was not listening to her.
"The nose. Was the coke good?"
(Y/N) gave him a look before going to the corner to stare at herself in the mirror, letting out a yelp when she saw the powdery stain on her nose. She quickly dusted them off, stalking back to the still-whisking boy, and she wondered about the amount of energy he had in him and how he was still not tired.
"Rafe! It's all clumped!" she sighed, finally having a hold on the large bowl. She took her a finger and tipped it into the mixture, pulling out before slipping the finger into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, and she reached for the glass of water by her side.
"What? It's more prettier. More texture-ish. If we're in Cake Wars, we'll be the winner."
"That's not how it works," she groaned, pouring the failed mixture into the sink and letting the water cleansed them off. "Now my cupcake's going to be naked."
"You know what can be naked too?"
She held up her middle finger, placing the wet bowl onto the counter and using the clean cloth to wipe it dry. "And I'm not giving these to the children's home naked. You have to help me, Rafe."
Rafe felt a smile tugging on his lips at the mention of 'children’s home', and he thought about how perfect could she be. She’s the epitome of the girl everyone wants to be - she's good in school, never using anyone's money for her, good at baking, and has a big heart?
He thought about how she's good in bed too, but he tired to shake the childish thought away.
"What can I do? Should I go to the store and get any Betty Crocker's frosting?" he offered, his hands in his pocket to reach for his keys. He watched as her shoulder slumped, and he felt bad for ruining her cake. He touched her shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would actually be clumped. I thought it would get even more fluffier."
"You don't think, Rafe, that's why," she sighed, "But that's alright. Do you think you can help me make another one?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin anything," he backed away, glancing at the sink and thinking about the clumped mixture making their way to the sewer.
"Yes. Can you reach for that sugar? That's flour, Rafe, god, yes, yes, okay, c'mere," she rolled her eyes, taking the container from him and dumping the content into the dried bowl. "Now, what do we do?"
"Put water?"
(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side, trying to clutch her stomach from hurting. "Yeah, if you want the kids to get sick."
"Okay, Gordon, what should we do next?" he grunted, but he liked the lightness in the air. How the conversation flowed easily, and how quick he regained her trust to help her make whatever this is.
It was like she didn't care about the Rafe Cameron that gets into fights with the pogues or snorts coke when he's stressed. He felt like staying in this moment forever, wanting to help her bake whatever and watching her smile.
(Y/N) handed him the butter, muttering something along the words of 'dump them in', 'use the mixture', 'you're going to break your arms' and 'watch while it's whisking'.
He didn't care about the many orders she was giving him - he enjoyed it. He truly liked how his night was ending after a long day of bullshit, starting with his college sending him a letter for the vandalism he had caused outside of the Dean's office, Kelce and Topper going on a road trip without him and giving him the explanation of 'we asked you, and you said no'.
In truth, he didn't even remember anything about meeting them. His memory was starting to fade, and he shuddered at the thought of not knowing anyone when he reaches Ward's age.
"Okay, that's enough," she groaned, switching the button off. Rafe apologized quickly, being so caught up with his own thoughts, and waited for her next order.
"Choose the colour," she exclaimed happily, pointing out two different food dyes. "I can't choose!"
Rafe skimmed over the label that said 'blue' and 'pink', and made a face. "Are you going to give the blue ones to the boys and the pinks to the girls or something?"
"What? No?"
"Okay. . . why can't we just use both?"
"And make purple?"
"Yeah? Hey, look, I'm wearing blue and you're wearing pink!"
(Y/N) looked down to the ribbed top, noticing the colour, and her face turned into a red shade. Now everything's going to be awkward.
"Okay, purple it is," she rolled her eyes, giving him the blue bottle and taking the pink one for herself. "Three drops together. Are you ready?"
"Mhm."
"1."
Rafe licked his lips, so eager to watch the colour forming.
"2," she looked at him, and back to the frosting. "Rafe!"
"What?" he raised a brow, following her gaze and watching the blue dots on the frosting. He put his hand over his mouth, too stunned to say anything. "Oh my god, I'm so-"
(Y/N) laughed out loud, this time with her hands gripping onto the kitchen counter to stabilize herself, her mind rewinding back to his expression when he found out what he just did.
"Ha-ha, now you're just being an asshole," he rolled his eyes, but he was glad he had made her laugh. Instinctively, her laugh had made him feel better, and all of his worries dissipated into the air.
After a while, she tried to get ahold of herself to put the pink drops in, but failing to do so as his face kept appearing in her mind. Rafe groaned, having to wait for a few minutes now, and pulled her to feet. He pushed her against the counter, her back against his front as he trapped her.
"Don't laugh."
(Y/N) bit her lips, being in this position but not for what they usually do, and concentrated on dropping 3 drops of pink into the bowl. She cheered when she was done, pulling his hand away to move to the other side. The back of her neck was still hot, and she could still feel his arms around her.
"Mix it," Rafe smiled, leaning against the counter to watch as the mixer whisked the frosting, turning the pearly white colloid to a beautiful dark purple.
"It's dark!" she groaned, but she thought about how it still looked good, though it wasn't her expectation. Her job was almost finished now, and she could hear her bed calling.
"Now, the fun part," she smiled, taking her icing materials and placing them before his eyes. She watched as he laughed, being so excited as if he was a toddler seeing a playground for the first time.
"They used these in Cake Wars," he said proudly, showing her a nozzle.
"Stop with your Cake Wars," she mumbled, preparing the icing bag and giving Rafe one. "Put some frosting- not yet, Rafe, God, do you ever wait? Don't fill the bags too much, just in the middle, yes, just like that, and, wait, let me do mine."
She showed him how to do the perfect icing, practicing on a clean plate and asking him to do the same. He scoffed at her, saying how he got this, but what appeared was nothing more than a crooked line.
"That's nice," she muttered, sighing. "For a coming-out party."
Rafe groaned, trying to copy her artwork, and by the time it was 12.03 a.m., he had managed a copy of hers. Not literal, but there was a hint of hers in his.
"Okay. Now, Rafe, we'll make this quick. I do 80 cupcakes, and you do 20. Is that okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, concentrating on his piping bag. He watched as she did the first cupcake, ending her icing perfectly and exclaiming happily as she put it aside. She looked at him, waiting.
"Don't look at me, you're making me nervous," he mumbled, and leaned to decorate the cupcake. It took him a total of 2 minutes, stopping at times and getting a yell from (Y/N), saying how he should not stop, and the result was impressive. At least to him.
"This will probably be in the rejected part of a bakery, you know, that they'll sell with a discount."
"Not everyone can do arts, (Y/N)," he rolled his eyes, but he truly enjoyed the joke.
It was nearing one in the morning when Rafe saw her sighing in relief, placing the last cupcake into the pastry box and safely storing them in the refrigerator. Her hair was in a bun, he had helped her put them up, and when she refused to let him help her, he gave her a poke.
"What? It's not like it's my first time putting your hair up."
"God, Rafe, you're impossible."
His eyes were almost shut, being so tired after being a cake decorator, and all he wished for was to pull her into her bed and sleep until the morning greets them. He waited until she was done cleaning all of the utensils, walking tiredly towards to him to wake him up.
"Get change, Rafe, I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with that shirt and that sweatpants."
"It's not a problem before," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled by her to the bedroom. He removed his shirt weakly, pulling off his sweatpants and jumping into the bed as soon as she closed the light. (Y/N) giggled lightly, noticing how adorable he was being, and she pinched his cheeks before she could stop herself.
"Take off your clothes."
"I'm not going to take off my clothes," she laughed, pulling down her shorts and getting into the bed beside him. She finally laid her back against the mattress, letting out the biggest relief ever as she tried to get comfortable.
He pulled her close towards him, breathing into her scent. She smelled like cupcakes, and he loved it.
"I'm going to the children's home with you."
"What?" she pulled a face, because she wasn't sure if she had heard him right. There was no way Rafe Cameron would ever step his foot into a children's home, what more to give out dark purple cupcakes.
"I'm going to the children's home with you. To give them cupcakes."
(Y/N) smiled and kissed his cheeks. "Okay."
"And we should do this again."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Goodnight, Rafe," she laughed lightly, placing another peck before closing her eyes.
He placed a long kiss fully on her lips, feeling the butterflies soaring in his stomach. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."
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Exactly what i was thinkin when i sent that!! Thank u. People villify ethan and mia but.... excuse miranda, the lords and daughters??? Like... cmon
RIGHT?? (Keep in mind, by the way, that when I say this stuff, I'm speaking from a canonical stand point. Before I get called hypocritical or something.)
And like, I'm not a huge fan of Ethan in general (I just find him blah), but he literally did nothing wrong. In either of these games. He tried to get his daughter back, and he did what he had to do. And I feel like, if I was in his position, I would probably do the same shit.
And this is coming from someone who simps HARD for Alcina and her daughters. I love them. I would let them kill me and use my blood for wine. But, for canon purposes, I have come to completely understand why Ethan does what he did. (I personally still think he didn't have to taunt Moreau. Idk what that was about. Guess he was being petty or something.)
The Lord have their own issues. They're 100% evil villains, but they're also victims. It doesn't excuse their behaviour at all, but lets not forget none of them had a choice in becoming Lords. Alcina was lured by Miranda, the daughters were more than likely forced to undergo their experiments, Donna was adopted by Miranda and probably had no choice in being injected, I'm not sure about Moreau, but Heisenberg was kidnapped as a child and injected with the Cadou. But they are in no way innocent, either. They've all murdered and Alcina and Karl both experimented on people. Canonically speaking, they didn't choose this life style persay, but they also aren't just innocent because they were forced into something.
And my GOD don't get me started on Miranda because this bitch. This BITCH. I understand her whole thing is not being able to accept the loss of her daughter, and yes loss is very hard, especially when it's your child, but it's been over 100 years. She's preformed countless experiments on Villagers, she turned them into monster, she forced the Lords into their positions, and she also worked with The Connections!
People wanna talk about Mia being awful for working for them, but what about Miranda, who's the whole reason Eveline existed? Who actively participated in experimenting on a child. Who then kidnaps someone else's BABY and then CUTS HER INTO PIECES. She committed genocide against an entire fucking Village, and had Ethan kill her own "false children", because she saw them as useless to her.
Like at least the Lords I kind of see as being like having a little humanity, I guess? Like, Alcina, I'm sure she loves and cares for her daughters, and I'm sure Donna just wants to be with her dolls, and Moreau had his romcoms and cheese, and at least Heisenberg understands Miranda is a psycho bitch. They can all have a somewhat human side to them. (Again, doesn't make anything they do right)
But Miranda is just... pure obsession and cruelty, and I cannot trust a person who would excuse that but then paint Mia and Ethan as like villains.
Again, TLDR: Painting Mia and Ethan as villains but excusing Miranda and the Lords as all innocent is just not it.
#i know this isn't the point and this question is clearly not directed at res 7 but#people will feel bad for the lords getting killed but not jack and marguerite#who were literally just two innocent people that got taken over by evei after bringing her into their home#thinking they were helping a little girl.#and lucas#even though i think lucas was kind of creepy even before eveline#idk that's a different thing and i'm sure there are people who play 8 that didn't play 7#asks#anons#mother miranda#alcina dimitrescu#mia winters#ethan winters#karl heisenberg#donna beneviento#salvatore moreau
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idk if you still do au ideas but what if delores was a real person in the apocalypse? how it woul dbe done i have no idea but i love all your aus and thought it would be cool
okay okay I don't tend to go for real!Dolores aus admittedly because I find her much more compelling as what she is: a reflection of five himself and a symptom of his crushing loneliness
but i started thinking about it and you know what?? i think five deserves a little socialization, as a treat
so say like, 0.5% of the population is resistant to abilities. Allison would really struggle to rumor them, Five wouldn't be able to jump with them, and, most importantly, whatever the fuck Vanya's ability does has like, reduced damage or something
and the og apocalypse isn't the moon apocalypse, so let's say that it was pure waves of Vanya's powers that fucked over the earth
so 0.5% of the population survives the apocalypse. though, let's be honestly, the real number is a lot smaller than that. People who might have survived Vanya's initial power wave (miraculously) did not survive buildings crushing them or survive the car/plane/bus/train/other transportation crashes or survive being left alone when they are too young to reliably look after themselves, or the variety of other problems that come with 99.5% of the population dying at once
So, Five arrives in the apocalypse and is met with ruin and fire and a whole lot of dead people. He finds his siblings, but it doesn't matter. They're dead. He doesn't even recognize them at first, these strange grown-ups who he identifies not by their faces but by the umbrellas on their wrists that match his own
As he realizes the full impact of his situation, he hears a voice that says, very succinctly, "holy shit!"
It's a girl a few years older than Five himself, maybe 15 or 16, and she is very excited to see another survivor.
And here's where I u-turn this au around bc i'm not all that interested in real!Dolores, but I would be down to talk about Five meeting survivors in the apocalypse, because if Dolores is real I don't buy no one else survived.
So Dolores shows up and see a Literal Child crying over the corpses of his family and assumes that Five is a fellow survivor, and she immediately grabs him up. Five is incoherent with grief at this point anyway, so he doesn't even protest when she basically hauls him away from the bodies. She's babbling at him, but he doesn't really hear anything she's saying
And then she takes him to her dad
(Why not, let's have the 1% potentially be a heritable thing)
and her dad, let's call him just some dad name. like Rick. it has been a fucking WEEK for him, okay. he had his daughter with him, his ex-wife is on the other coast for her work, and by some miracle he survived the apocalypse and so did his child, and he's been wracking his brains trying to figure out what the fuck to do next
and then his daughter shows up with a traumatized thirteen-year-old in tow
now rick is a good dude. he's a dad. they get out of five that his name is five ("what the fuck" dolores mouths to him over five's shoulder and rick can't help but agree) and the bodies he found were his siblings ("Dad and Ben and Vanya weren't there though," this child cries desperately and rick feels his own heart clench in response, "They might still be alive!")
"We can look for them." Rick assures his new adopted child, because he is an adult in a fresh apocalypse and this kid has presumably lost everything he's ever known (more than rick even knows at the time)
and they do. They each get wagons and they go out and find supplies and look for other survivors. Five is... surprisingly helpful and also surprisingly docile as he is able to rely on Someone Else to give orders while he attempts to (dissociate) process what the fuck has happened
and here's the thing: Five prides himself on being independent, sort of. He's independent for a child soldier, but he's used to taking orders from a male authority figure and Rick happens to be just that
The first time that Five does something dangerous and Rick yells is a revelation
(Rick isn't sure if he hopes that Five's dad is alive or not, because if they find that man alive then Rick might just kill the jackass himself. Also like, Five is bizarrely knowledgeable out survival skills, like way too knowledgeable about it, which is helpful for them but also very concerning)
they find a newspaper and Five finds the article that mentions his father's recent death ("Huh. Heart attack." Five says, and there is no emotion in his voice)
(Years later, years later, Five and Rick talk. "I don't think I wanted to find him, either." Five admits, softly because Dolores is asleep, "I think I was more scared of finding him alive than I was of finding his body. He would've been so mad at me, I think.")
this newspaper is how Rick and Dolores find out about Five being Number Five, Umbrella Academy Missing Person
"Dude, what the fuck." Dolores says, wide eyes, "You're like, thirty?"
"I'm thirteen." Five says, and then checks the date on the newspaper again, "Also I think I would technically be 29 if I lived through all of it, 'cause it's April and my birthday is in October."
"You... time travelled?" Rick asks, which is honestly the more relevant question, "Can you go back?"
And Five just,,, crumples on himself. Because he tried, he tried really hard. It didn't work. "I'm gonna figure it out. I'm gonna go back, I'm going to save them."
That, Rick thinks, is a lot of weight to put on one person's shoulders, but especially the shoulders of a child.
"Alright." Rick says, because what else can he say after finding out his new child has superpowers and is from like, 2004? "What do you need?"
("Oh my god I have so many memes to teach you." Dolores says later, reverently. Five blinks in confusion and Rick mentally prepares himself for the recitation of so many vines)
And it's easier, somehow. Five sometimes feels like it's a betrayal, but he settles into apocalypse life with an ease that surprises him.
He lets Rick fuss over him and help tie his scarf securely around his head every morning before he sets off on supply runs with Dolores. And they're kids! Five has never had a friend before, and Dolores is funny and smart and she's struggling just as much as he is.
"I don't know if my mom's alive." She says to him, in solidarity when he checks the face of every corpse to see if they're Vanya.
Five is practical in the way only a child soldier can be. He's economical with the room in their wagons, carefully examining what might and what might not be useful.
Dolores, on the other hand, constantly takes up space with what Five sees as useless shit.
"Excuse you," Dolores says, shoving a game of monopoly, the entire discworld series, and a pack of glitter gel pens into her wagon, "These are absolutely vital apocalypse supplies."
She challenges him, plays with him in a way no one ever has. "I bet you I can find more batteries today than you can," She grins at him, "Winner gets to pick dinner first?"
"You're on." Five says, directly before Dolores pulls two packs of 24 AA batteries from behind her back, like a cheat.
Dolores makes him take a ten minute break when they find a playground that has been mostly not-destroyed. They rummage around kids backpacks and mother's handbags for some good loot, too numb to corpses to even be bothered all that badly about the corpses they belong to.
"I'm getting on the swings." Dolores says when Five starts making noises about moving on, "I haven't been on a swingset in ages."
"What's the point?" Five grumps.
"Don't be sour because you can't swing as high as I can!" Dolores laughs, getting higher and higher as the swings creak ominously.
Five grumpily gets into the other swing and grudgingly kicks himself back and forth until Dolores takes pity on him and teaches him how to properly move his legs and body to get higher and higher.
Dolores jumps from the swing seat and lands with a flourish and smile. Five jumps out of his seat and then jumps, warping right in front of Dolores and making her yell and hit at him in outrage. Five smiles the widest he has all week.
This is how Five grows up in the apocalypse, with Dolores teasing him into taking breaks and leaning over his shoulder to look at his math and scandalizing him by stating that she'd only just started on matrices in her own high school math class.
Every night they huddle around Rick while he picks up whatever book Dolores picked out that day because it is a travesty that Five has never read hunger games or whatever, and then they read together because it would be a genuine blood bath if they all took turns. The first time Five accidentally mentioned a spoiler and Dolores genuinely considered murder was the birthday of this tradition
Some days the air is too smoky or there are dust storms or it's just plain too dangerous to go out, and they all stay in. Dolores regales Five with stories about public school, and Five tells them about his siblings.
Then they all cry
"I shouldn't be crying." Five sobs.
"Shut the fuck up," Dolores sobs back, "You literally watched me lose my shit over remembering my shitty eighth grade dance and listened to me sob-sing toxic for like four hours."
"In fairness I also wished you would shut up then."
"Let me hug you or I will start singing songs that I only remember the chorus for again you absolute fucker."
"I could always sing some -"
"No, Rick/Dad."
And Five grows up. Rick shows him how to shave very carefully in front of cracked mirrors. Dolores teases him every time his voice cracks. Rick tells Five in no uncertain terms that he loves and cares for him, and that Reginald was a little bitch. There are a lot of heartfelt conversations around that, honestly. Rick telling Five that he and the siblings deserved better, that they were children and deserved to have a childhood.
And that he has faith in Five. Rick and Dolores both do, they bring him back paper and pens and pencils and chalk and anything Five can use to write equations. They poke around any libraries for books on theoretical mathematics and quantum physics. Rick and Dolores go out scouting for food while Five stays home and can work longer.
They also make him take breaks, make sure that he's looking after himself.
They're a little better off than OG!Five when it comes to food, because some animals survive. Enough that Rick figures out how to hunt. Five is the first one to each bugs, and even though Dolores makes faces they all start eating bugs as well.
"Pretty sure there's loads of cultures that eat bugs." Rick says grudgingly, wondering if he should try stirfry the cockroaches and if that would improve the taste. "There's even, uh, cricket flour or whatever, right?"
"Plus you eat like, five spiders a year when you're asleep." Dolores says cheerfully, just to watch her dad's face scrunch up in displeasure.
"That doesn't sound true, but I don't know enough about spiders to dispute it." Five mutters, and Dolores gives him such a proud look that it makes him roll his eyes.
They're in their thirties when Rick dies. He's out foraging and hunting, and the rubble he's standing on gives way and he ends up with a gash in his leg. He manages to stop the bleeding, but the world is filthy and they don't have any antibiotics.
He gets an infection.
"It's okay." He tells both of his kids, "It's okay. I'm just so glad that you guys have each other, y'hear? I'm so glad."
"It's not okay." Five says, voice thick and choked, "It's not."
"Yeah, well, you're going to figure out how to go back, right? Go back in time and save everyone. Then I'll have never died, right?" Rick smiles, "And even if you don't, I'll be waiting for you on the other side and we'll see each other again anyway."
"I'm going to fix it."
"I know. I have faith in you, Five." Ricks says honestly, and that's more than Reginald ever said.
They sit quietly together while Dolores is out scavenging. They've been taking turns sitting with Rick.
"I won't remember you, in the past, will I?" Rick says rhetorically, but Five answers anyway.
"I don't think so."
Rick hums, "Well, doesn't matter. If you need help in the past, you come to me, y'hear?"
"You won't remember me."
"Doesn't matter. You come find me, and you tell me your crazy story until I believe you, and then I'll help you." Rick says firmly, "You're family. You're my son. Timelines? Don't matter. If you need help, with anything, even if it's just with - with filling out a bowling team or something -"
"I have never been bowling in my life and you know it." Five interrupts, but it makes him laugh just a little bit which was clearly Rick's intention.
"Well who knows what you'll get up to in the past! You'll be able to go bowling, you know. Get to wear those uncomfortable shoes. Hey, you go far enough back maybe you can go to Dolores's tenth birthday party and put me out of my misery."
"Was she bad at bowling?"
"Oh, she was wiping the floor with me. No contest."
"Honestly, that sounds absolutely accurate."
"Shut up, bowling just wasn't my sport. Regardless, the point was that I'm giving you a free pass to come and get me. Because I know you, I know how you think." Rick brings up his hand to tap his finger against Five's forehead, "You get it into your head that you need to go it alone, take it all on your shoulders. I'm telling you that if you do that I'll somehow manifest my memories and come smack you over the head for being stupid, you hear?"
"I'm not dragging you into anything." Five says firmly, "I'll have my siblings."
"Who were also children." Rick points out. "And dragging? Dragging is such a strong word for a volunteer."
"A volunteer who won't remember volunteering." Five shoots back.
Rick just shrugs, and then winces when the movement jolts his bad leg. "Five, I'm going to be honest with you here. And sappy. Can you handle a bit of sappiness for a minute?"
"No."
"Well too bad. Can't leave a dying man, you'd feel too bad. So you're stuck with me. But you listen good, okay? Because you aren't dragging me into anything. Whatever life you have, I want to have a part of that. Because you're my son. Wherever you are, whatever you do, I want to help because you're family. What you'd be doing by leaving me out of it is depriving me of someone I love, depriving me of knowing one of the best kids I've ever known."
"Shut up." Five says, choked.
"Nope, it's sappy time." Rick states, "Maybe asking you to come find me is selfish, but I don't care. No matter what version of me exists, I want to be in your life."
"My life is a walking joke, why would you want any part of that?"
"It has been my privilege to watch you grow up. To help you. To be here for you. Of course I'd want to be there to watch you grow up the rest of the way."
"But -"
"Shut up, just let me tell you that I am so proud of you. You never give up, and your heart is so big. You love so much and so loudly, and it's been the highest honor of my life to be included in your family."
Five pauses for a moment to collect himself before simply saying - "You're the best dad I've ever had."
Rick snorts, "Considering my competition, I'd sure hope so. That bar was so low old Reggie was practically limbo dancing with the devil. Now get over here and give an old man a hug."
They don't bury Rick, when he dies. They don't have time and the ground is too hard and they don't have the heart to move him. Instead the pack everything up and seal him in the shelter they'd lived in.
Dolores pulls out a bottle of ancient nail polish and painstakingly writes Rick's name on the wall with his birth year and an approximate current year. They aren't 100% sure though, since time blends together out in the apocalypse, but it's something.
They continue by themselves. They get older.
Dolores jokingly calls him her husband because the way his face scrunches up makes her cackle. They see other people very occasionally, usually passing through. Usually groups. Dolores and Five get to flex their hosting skills, though more than one group declines their cockroach stirfry.
("It's a family recipe." Five says with amusement in his eyes that usually manages to drown out old grief.)
"Jeeze, that kid couldn't have been older'n twenty-three." Dolores complains, "Makes me feels positively ancient."
"They wouldn't have known any world 'cept for the apocalypse." Five muses, pouring some boiled water into wine glasses because they might be living in the apocalypse but they can be fancy.
"Do you ever think about that?" Dolores asks, turning to him with no judgement, just curiosity. "When you go back, you'll be like, erasing them from existence."
Five shrugs, "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe this place will just split off into an alternate timeline."
"Maybe none of this is real." Dolores says, amusement coloring her voice. "Maybe you aren't talking to a real person at all. Maybe this is just a symbol of your insanity and cracked mind."
"Dolores, I literally have a scar where you stabbed me. Did I somehow manage to stab myself in the back?"
"Scraped you, I scraped you. By accident."
"So you maintain." Five says haughtily, swirling his water in his wine glass like a pretentious prick.
"I could totally be fake. You don't know my life."
"I know way too much about you, Dolores. Like, way way too much." Five scoffs, because Dolores and him have literally no secrets from one another at this point. Five even knows the truth behind what happened at Janet Scranton's thirteenth birthday party. Like, he said, way too much.
"Maybe you made it up. Maybe that's why you know so much."
"Dolores, I'm going to be honest with you right now." Five presses the tips of his fingers to his chin, "If you were a figment of my imagination, you would be so much better at math."
"Hey!" Dolores squawks indignantly, "I didn't even get to finish high school you pretentious prick!"
"Neither did I!"
"You didn't even go to high school, you brat."
"I'm fifty-two I think I've outgrown 'brat.'"
"Tell that to your attitude." Dolores says haughtily, "You're still younger than me."
"Won't be when I go back in time." Five says cheerfully, completely ignoring Dolores's venomous look.
"That's cheating."
"Sucks to suck." Five says loftily, taking another sip of his water.
Sometimes they talk about The Plan, with capital letters. What Five is going to do when he goes back in time, depending on when he pops out. Is he going to adopt his siblings? What about Reginald?
"You don't think I could kill Reginald?" Five says, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense.
"I think you should let me do it. I'll even give you control of tonight's music if you do."
"What are you doing to do? Bite his ankles? What if you're like, seven or something?"
"All the better to get away with it since I'll be too young to convict or whatever."
"Pretty sure that's not how the law works."
"How would you know? Just for that I'm playing Istanbul on repeat again."
"I don't know why you think that's a threat. That song slaps."
It takes a few more years before Five is close enough that the Commission comes to interfere. Because that's what I think happened - Five was getting too close and they stepped in because they might as well distract the man as much as they can with missions, right?
So the Handler shows up. And she offers Five a job, telling him that they have the ability to travel through time. And Five - hesitates.
"Give me some time?" Five asks, and the Handler graciously gives him 24 hours.
And he and Dolores talk it over, because now that his goal is more in sight than it has ever been and Five is scared.
"What are you waiting for? You have the chance to see your siblings again." Dolores says patiently.
"Yeah," Five says, and what he doesn't say is clear. But I won't see you.
"Five." Dolores says, and she cradles his face between her palms like he is something precious, "I have had so much time with you already. More than I would have ever. We have been so lucky, to have this time. How can I demand more than what we have already been given?"
"When have you ever not demanded the world, Dolores?" Five asks, his own hand coming up to cover Dolores's own.
"We've had decades together, Five. We're getting old. I was always going to lose you, one way or another. Nothing lasts forever."
"I don't want to lose you."
"I know. But if I had to choose a way, if I could decide where our story ends, this would be it. Letting you go, because this way you get to live. You get to see your family again. You get to save the world. I could ask for nothing more than for you to get your happy ending."
Five removes Dolores's hand from his cheek so that he can cradle it between them, "I'm happy here with you. I've never been happier. Isn't that silly? That I was happier in the apocalypse?"
"I bet killing Reggie would make you happy." Dolores laughs rustily.
"One day you're going to see the mysterious disappearance of a famous billionaire in the paper and feel a twinge of satisfaction and now have a clue why." Five laughs as well, shaking his head.
Dolores pats Five's hands, "Five, look at me. We've had our time. And you're going to give me even more of it. More time with my father. More time with my mother. I'll never know it, but you'll have saved me."
"What if this is - what if this is an alternate reality? What if I leave you here alone?"
"Then you'll be saving a 15-year-old girl from the same fate as me. Because as much as I love you, as much as I have loved this time we have had together, this is still an apocalypse. This should never have happened, and if you have a chance to go back and prevent it, then I want you to take that chance with both hands."
"Even if it means leaving you alone?"
Dolores smiles at him, "I'm not going to be alone. Far too many creepy crawlies in the apocalypse for that."
"Shut up, I'm being serious."
"Hmm." Dolores hums consideringly, "Maybe I'll head North, to that new settlement that last group said they'd heard word of. Sure they'd find some use for an old woman who's survived this long in the wilderness."
"You can have my half of the record collection." Five says, pulling her against him into a hug that she easily returns.
"As if I wouldn't have stolen them as soon as you left." She scoffs, but it's a little wet, and Five pretends his own eyes aren't leaking tears.
When The Handler comes back, Dolores gives him another hug. She also slips something into his pocket - some photos. They'd taken it a year into the apocalypse, when Dolores had found an ancient looking polaroid camera and towed it home despite Five's protests about practicality. The photos are worn and faded at the edges, but the smiles on Five's little apocalypse family's faces are undeniable.
"You'll have to see if they magically fade when you change the timeline." Dolores whispers to him with a grin, "Like in the movies."
"Okay." Five whispers back.
"You have the list of movies to watch, right?" Dolores says. Five rolls his eyes and nods because he wrote the list last night into his Vanya-book while Dolores hovered over his shoulder and critiqued his handwriting.
"And you promise to try a proper non-expired twinkie at some point?"
"That I do not promise. I think even looking at one would make me lose my lunch. I have twinkie-trauma."
"Shut up and get going." Dolores says, because the Handler is starting to tap her foot impatiently.
And off Five goes to become an assassin. Though - he's much more gentle this time. He's careful, he doesn't kill children and he usually takes jobs that don't require killing at all. He distracts and manipulates events as much as he can without killing.
He's actually much more well socialized, thanks to Rick and Dolores. Less feral child and more determined man on a mission.
Which is why he's so frustrated when he finally, finally manages to get the equations to work and falls through and falls - directly back into his stupid thirteen-year-old body.
"Shit." Five says, loudly, and revels in the surprised look on his siblings faces.
He strides into the kitchen, and they all follow him like ducklings. They look exactly the way they did when they died.
"Wow this is actually way harder than I thought it would be." Five muses, looking at their dead faces. But as Dolores would say, life is hard but you have to keep on trucking sometimes. "Whatever, what's the date?"
"Five, where have you been?" Diego demands, looking irritated. It makes Five snort in amusement.
"The future. The past. If you want like, an exact list of dates you'll have to hold your horses. I spent like, two weeks in Peru once. No souvenirs though, unfortunately."
They look taken aback, like they didn't expect Five to have quite this much sass. Oops. That is definitely Dolores's influence. Or maybe he was always a little asshole. In fairness, what teenagers aren't tiny assholes? He has an excuse.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Diego's eyebrows are furrowed in anger. It kind of takes Five aback for a second, because he remembers a Diego who stutters when he argued.
"When did you learn the fuck-word?" Five asks, raising an eyebrow before her can help it, "Grace ought to wash your mouth out with soap."
Diego immediately goes red, "Shut up!"
"Wow you're so easy to rile up. Aren't you like, twenty-something? Actually, I could figure out for myself how old you are if you gave me the date."
"I'm twenty-nine." Diego growls, like that was the point.
"Haunting!" Five says cheerfully, because that means there is way less time than he would like, narrowing his time down to a six month window.
It's extremely funny how his cheer makes all of them make faces.
It's Klaus who leans forward, "Why do you need to know?"
Klaus's face is open and curious and - (looks exactly like he did when Five found him all those years ago) - and Five can't help but answer him. "The world end on April 1st, 2019. No it isn't an April Fools joke, yes I have heard that joke like a million different times. I just want to know how close I landed so I can, you know, start working on how to fix that."
"Woah woah woah, roll it back." Allison says, holding a hand up, "What?"
"The apocalypse occurs on April 1st, 2019." Five says, slowly. "I have traveled from afar to prevent this from happening, because like, everyone dies."
"Everyone?" Vanya says weakly from the side.
She's clearly expecting to be ignored, so Five turns his head to address her directly by wiggling his hand back and forth a little. "Sort of. Like, not too many people survive at all. A handful of the human population, you know."
"But you survived?" Diego recovers admirably, if bitingly.
"Well, no." Five says rolling his eyes, "Wouldn't you just know it, Klaus here has managed to figure out a new ability!"
Everyone turns to look at Klaus, who immediately holds up his hands like he's being arrested or something, "I did not!"
"Wonderful! Now that we've established that I'm alive -"
"Why should we trust a word you say?" Luther says for the first time, looking pensive.
Five blinks, genuinely taken aback. "Because... I'm your brother? Because I can clearly and obviously time travel? Like, yeah, it would have been more convenient if I'd arrived in like, my old-body for proof-purposes, but like. I mean. Thirteen is still a pretty convincing age to be to prove time travel considering if I hadn't, I would be like, almost thirty."
"Roll it back again." Allison says firmly, "What do you mean by 'old body'?"
"Great question!" Five says pointing at Allison and smiling. Everyone looks at him weird again, and Five takes a moment to wonder if they've ever experienced positive reinforcement. Knowing Reginald, probably not. "Wait! Is Reggie alive? Wait, no, answer that in a second. Uh. When I time traveled I fucked up my body I guess, I was like, old. White hair and wrinkles-type old from spending decades in the apocalypse. But I fucked up the calculations and got booted back to my thirteen-year-old body, I guess. How, I have no idea."
"What?" Vanya says, still equally weakly.
"You have no idea how fucked up time travel is." Five whispers conspiratorially to Vanya, loud enough for the whole table to hear, "There are so many ways to die. Or permanently tear a hold in space time. But like, with life as we know if ending soon-ish, I figured I couldn't possibly fuck it up worse than it already was, y'know? Speaking of, anyone have the date again?"
"Wait, what was that about dad?" Luther asks, very focused.
"Oh, you still call him dad? Big oof." Five says automatically, because apparently his verbal filter is shot to hell after living with Dolores. It does make Klaus bark out a too-loud laugh.
"What does that mean?" Luther asks aggressively.
"It means Reginald sucks and doesn't deserve the title of 'dad,' what did you think I meant?" Five asks, and now both Diego and Vanya and both cracking smiles, though Vanya is covering hers with a hand.
"Have some respect for the dead." Luther growls, standing up and looking very large and threatening.
Five sways back, craning his head up, "Woah there big buy, sit down before I injure my poor growing spine looking up at you. Jeeze, did Reggie force feed you steroids or something? I wouldn't put it past him but like, I just want to know he at least went over the side effects of the drug with you. Also like, thanks for narrowing it down. Also terrifying! Seriously though, exact date please because if I have less than 24 hours I am going to break down crying and that is a threat."
"I love this Five." Klaus says reverently.
"March 21st." Vanya offers, finally.
"Wow! Terrifying!" Five says, clapping his hands together, "Hate that. Ten days, huh? Well, who wants to get on board the save-the-world express?"
Klaus immediately flings his hand in the air, Five points at his brother appreciatively. "Yes, excellent! I'll take the volunteer in the lovely skirt as my first team member. Any other volunteers?"
"Danke!" Klaus simpers, grinning widely like this is the vest entertainment he's had in weeks.
"I'm not just going to stand here and listen to you badmouth dad and boss us around." Luther slams his hands on the table.
"Well not with that attitude." Five snarks.
Diego raises his hand, "I would like to join team fuck dad as well."
"We can certainly debate team names later." Five says, nodding wisely as Luther gives some sort of scandalized gasp.
"Honestly, I just want to see where this is going." Klaus confesses.
Five shrugs, because he doesn't really care about the reason. "Don't you want to prove me wrong them? Prove what a well-adjusted young man Reginald Hargreeves raised?"
"Shut up." Luther grinds out, looking a moment away from throwing a punch.
"If this is all true, I have to get home." Allison cuts in, looking concerned, "I have - I have a daughter."
"I mean, if you want to give Claire a world to live in then I'd stick around, but that's just me." Five shrugs.
"You know her name?" Allison asks, obviously taken aback.
Five is almost offended, "Uh, yeah. I have her photo as well. Y'all get on like, a bizarre number of gossip magazine covers did you know that?"
Allison manages to outdo herself in terms of being taken aback once more.
There's a beat of silence, and then Five turns, "Vanya? You in?"
"Me?" Vanya blinks, looking shocked. "What can I do?"
"Yeah, what can she do?" Diego asks, crossing his arms and suddenly looking grumpy.
It baffles Five, who scrunches his nose, "Uh, like, a lot? I assume? I mean. I'm going to be honest here, just looking at y'all right now is a lot. In more ways than one! Hashtag trauma and all that, but like, name a single one of you that wouldn't be the most obvious person in the room as soon as you walked into it. Except Vanya, who somehow manages to look like a well adjusted adult, by some miracle."
"Did you just verbally say the word hashtag?" Allison asks, looking so deeply confused.
"More concerned about the trauma he tacked onto there, but y'know, to each their own." Klaus immediately cuts in.
"You think I'm well-adjusted?" Vanya asks, looking oddly touched.
"I would like to direct your attention to Diego's leather pants-scowl combo and Luther's general aura of daddy-issues." Five says pointedly, "I can practically smell the tragic comic book backstory in this room. If I'd jumped back a decade earlier this would have been Batman's wet dream of orphan selection."
"Alright! Game plan!" Five says, waving Diego's knife in his hand.
Diego's hands immediately go to his weird harness looking thing, "Hey!"
"Give me just one moment to get the tracker out." Five rolls his eyes, "Then I'll give it back, I promise. Also if someone could ask Grace for like, some antibiotics that would be good."
"What?" Allison asks, directly before Five stabs himself and there is suddenly panic at the table.
"Relax!" Five says, allowing Diego to remove the knife from his hands. He doesn't need it anyway and his hand immediately drops down to root in the wound.
"Five what the fuck!" Diego yells, but Five just pulls up bloody fingers and waves the tracker into Diego's stupefied face.
"What the fuck is that, Five?" Allison demands, looking very shaken.
"I literally just said it was a tracker." Five points out, "Now, I think our first team activity should be voting on whether we destroy it or take it out to bumfuck nowhere and ditch it to confuse the Commission."
"What the fuck is the Commission?" Diego barks.
"Man. Maybe I should just hit up Rick." Five muses, "This is going to take so much explaining."
"Who is Rick."
"So much explaining."
#survivors au#well adjusted five au#five actually has some social skills!#and an idea of what an actual parent looks like as well#klaus absolutely adores this version of five#who quotes vines and uses gen z slang with the best of them#five has been reliably informed that public education is worse than the apocalypse#but he's also pretty sure working with his family is worse as well#five: i have so much trauma lol#klaus: oh big same#vanya: mood#five is somehow the most well adjusted hargreeves#and the most responsible#he doesn't legally exist and he doesn't pay taxes but somehow he has his shit together#five showing up at rick's house: you don't know me but i know you in the future#rick: what the fuck#five: don't make me bring up bethany midler from highschool because you gave me so many embarrassing stories to convince yourself with#rick: okay okay i believe you and you are???#five: your son from the future lol what's up dad want to help save the world#five arriving back at the manor like: WHAT'S UP LOSERS RICK IS NOW YOUR DAD TOO BC GOD KNOWS Y'ALL NEED AN ACTUAL FATHER FIGURE#klaus calls rick a dilf and five kidney punches him hard enough that klaus can't even properly introduce himself#it's better for everyone that way#delores: 15 and ready to fuck someone up#delores: i'm not staying with this weirdo (diego) while you go off with my dad#five threateningly: don't make me bring up what really happened to dad's good suit in 2012#delores: i will stay right here#rick: wait WHAT happened to my good suit#five: unimportant don't you want to save the world#long post#far tua long
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Hey Bububull! Can you give us a quick insight of your thoughts for this second season? SPOILER INCOMING : I didn't like it but I'm frustrated cause I saw some qualities and the ending really send us toward the Thanned Coup arc. It's frustrating cause like I said there's the potential, some scenes were good but I don't get the whole fanfiction around the characters (like Yen lose her magic, ciri possessed by Voleth Meir wtf???!) and the eskel thing made me cringe like hell no why? frustration/20
Hey !! my thoughts were summed up already in this post but i'm guessing you want more details?
okay good things first then:
Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla, i was always pleased to see her on screen, her interactions with francesca were cute ( 'it's not terrible' * cue shy smile* oh baby, baby girl ) she's too good to be in this shitshow
the editing effects used on Vereena's movements were very creepy
that one dwarven lady with her beard looking great and cute who appears 5 seconds !!!!!!!!! love you girl !!! the show should have been about you and your bearded ladies friends
rience actor was intimidating
you can see the big rat pelt on Ciri's wall at kaer morhen, cute but would have benefited from a previous short establishing shot showing monsters pelts on the walls of the other witchers
Jarre was perfect to me, exatly how I imagined him
Philippa looking awesome TOO BAD THE SHOW SAID FUCK YOU AND HAD HER AS AN OWL FOR 99.99999999 % OF THE SHOW
witcher dude has more than 2 words of vocabulary now !!! yay!
now as to what exactly soured the experience... lemme seee.....
was it the cringy dialogue ( i know, i really insist on this but it REALLY sounds like a kid writting their first wattpad fic of...idk the lord of rings, making the entire fellowship say every variation of 'fuck' every 10 words because they want to be like a grown up who can use swear words and the teacher isn't there to be mad at them for doing so )
...
you know what? now that i think of it... it sounds exactly like 'my immortal ' dialogues, incredible truly
was it that the music was incredibly discreet and forgetable?? it was one of the good point of S1, what the hell happened??
was it that everything drags while somehow feeling rushed?? how did they managed to do that?
was it that they caved in to the dudebros who wanted a ginger Triss ( pssst the hair color thing was just an excuse you know ? :) the actual problem for these people is that Anna isn't white, that's why you shouldn't have changed anything about her ) and then in the same breath make petty jabs at book fans for wanting the story to be more faithful to the source material AS THEY SAID THEY WOULD BEFORE S1 WAS RELEASED ( i did not forget those snobby tweets about ' WE'LL BE FAITHFUL TO THE SOURCE ' and 'AcTUallY We'RE ADAptING The BOOKS nOt The GAMES UwU ' targeted at the game fans who were being dicks about the firsts visuals of S1, those tweets gave me hope back then, oh how wrong i was to even have a slither of hope ) and now you piss on the books and try to suck it up as much as you can to the game :)
was it the fact that it call itself an adaptation when it's 90% fanfiction? and a bad one at that? seriously Vesemir wants to create more witchers now? useless leshen attack in kaer morhen? useless not-eskel death? even more useless sex workers in the very secret witcher hide-out? the whole thing with the demon? the possessing Ciri bit ? her killing the no name witchers? Vesemir stabbing her? the whole monolith buisness with the stallecite or whatever it's was called ? Ehmyr telling the whole court about Ciri being his daughter????????? lmao what a mess
also Ciri is way too OP way too fast???
was it the fact that once again the Yennefer/Ciri relationship is written off in favor of the paternal relationship with Witcher dude??? ( psst did you know that in the source material Ciri NEVER calls Geralt her father? but she explicitly calls Yen her mother several times? and yen calls her her daughter too? :), i'm blaming the games for this shift )
was it the fact that chemistry is completely absent between witcher dude and any other character ( wooden acting doesn't help )
WAS IT THAT IT WAS SO FUCKING BORING, at the end of the day all i ask of a show is to entertain me, and here i wasn't. i was unable to even enter the universe because i kept being put off by poor editing, bad storytelling, poorly written characters and dialogues, i just felt like i was wasting my time
and last but not least:
henry cavill acting is very bad and it's even more jarring when he is next to other actors who aren't just T-posing ( well, A-posing technically ) and doing more than 2 facial expressions
and those CONTACTS dear god, those contacts makes him look like a bad taxidermy, why keep them??? they cleary don't care for the lore, why not drop the bad yellow eyes for witcher dude?? Geralt probs doesn't even have yellow eyes in the books
seriously, like , you're watching a scene and one character is talking and doing their thing then the camera pans to witcher dude and he stand there like
( ha! same pose for the arms too lol , put some plastic armor on him and no one will see the difference )
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public ShortComings right now right now right now right now ri
LMAO I HAVE SUMMONED CONSTELLAJ WITH MY DASH REDEMPTION ARC KLSADJSALKDJALK anyway heres the episode idea under the cut!!!
the premise/start of the episode is similar to its canon counterpart. danny needs to pass an important physical exam and is paired with dash as a fitness buddy to help prepare for it. however, instead of jack just blasting phantom, a ghost, and an innocent bystander outside the house with the shrink ray and promptly fucks off to not deal with the consequences of that, the shrink blaster is introduced early on to danny as a prototype still in the works. it is then left in the lab until it is needed later and the set up for the actual fitness buddy stuff comes into play.
the real deviation from micro management happens when skulker attacks the duo. danny randomly shouts to scatter in opposite directions to throw the ghost off as a thinly veiled excuse to have a place to transform and promptly bolts...... except dash doesnt run in the opposite direction like he was supposed to. danny gets to a secluded area and starts slowing down, like half a second away from going ghost, before being pushed by dash to keep running with skulker following close behind.
while still running for their lives, danny is just like???? why the fuck did you follow me i said scatter????? to which dash promptly says “dude that ghost was definitely chasing you and there’s no way you can out run it, you would’ve been toast.” to further prove the point, danny is unable to shake dash off his tail and actually is struggling to keep up in human form, to the point where dash is practically carrying him while occasionally tossing him ahead to force him to run without falling behind.
danny, realizing that he wont be able to turn into phantom anytime soon, decides “okay change of plans, we’ll do this the human way” and steers dash towards the direction of fentonworks to get ghost weapons instead. they eventually hit the lab and danny starts grabbing ectoguns and starts blasting at skulker who is putting up quite the fight. dash, seeing the struggle, tries to help too. he grabs some guns of his own, but being more unfamiliar with the tech, he grabs a lot of duds or stuff not fully loaded. in his frantic panic, one of the guns dash grabs ends up being the unfinished shrink blaster.
before danny can stop him, the blast goes off but instead of shrinking only the target, it malfunctions and hits everyone in the room and a couple of weapons here and there. the shrink explosion knocks everyone back quite a bit so they’re far away from the gun and idk some bullshit about jack coming in to be like huh that’s weird and taking it somewhere else. shrunken shenanigans ensue.
if danny couldnt get away to transform before, he DEFINITELY cant now (how is he gonna explain disappearing and then having a mini phantom show up lol). so he an dash are stuck together. they grab all the tiny weapons they can and set off, having tiny happenings and that all along the way similarly to canon. the only difference is danny more discreetly using his his powers and covering it up by saying it was fenton tech. it leads to some funny stuff and danny trying to badly lie through his teeth.
this episode builds on both dash’s character and how his view on danny starts to change. this event is sorta the kicker to his whole redemption arc in the nasty reboot timeline, having moments/seeds somewhat sown before this but never full on sprouting until this moment. dash has seen danny hold his own in a fight before, but only in teams, with his friends, and behind weapons (i.e pirate radio) up until this point. as their weapons start to lose ammo and supplies (and, unknown to dash, danny’s powers) dash starts to REALLY see how resourceful and charismatic danny is on his own. all other possible factors are removed here, its just pure, unfiltered, human danny fenton baby!
even when dash has his breakdown similar to canon, the kid he picked on for years still extends a hand and helps him out of it. even when the goal seems so far away like they’ll never make it, danny tells him to press on and keeps moving forward. even when they’re at their wits end and dash cant for the life of him figure out a way out of the situation, danny still!! somehow!!!! does!!!!!!! all these little moments make dash start to fall in love appreciate the skillset and merits danny has all on his own. (theres also like themes of danny learning how to properly balance/maintain both of his lives and learning he has valuable skillsets as fenton too instead of being a useless half in this reboot. dash’s validation is a small part of what encourages danny into realizing his worth. because, hell, if your bully thinks you’re doing alright then thats gotta mean something, right?)
the climax of the episode is when danny is backed into a corner by skulker with no ammo, no powers, and no significant physical strength. but even so, danny decides to go off the deep end by launching himself at skulker and starts smacking the shit out of the ghost with nothing but an empty ectogun and blind gremlin rage.
(exactly like this lol)
in the struggle, danny is doing surprisingly well (which dash absolutely notes in awe) but then at one point, skulker points a weapon in prime position to shoot danny without him noticing. dash panics and rushes to pull fenton off of skulker, but danny, upon realizing what dash is doing, takes opportunity and latches onto skulker’s head trying to pry it off with dash’s combine strength (much to dash’s confusion).
basically, danny manages to rip skulker’s fucking head off (dash is horrified until danny shows him the actual ghost and how his body was just a suit) and sucks up skulker into a spare thermos. the two then use the suit to jet pack them up onto the welding table in the ops center where jack had been tinkering with it.
the shrink blaster had its final fixes implemented in it now, with a reverse switch as well, so danny and dash easily changes back to normal. they share a bit of a moment, similar to phantom and dash in canon. but instead of dash ruining the moment this time, its danny who simply states “well the adrenaline has worn off so i should probably tell you my leg is most likely fractured” before collapsing onto dash. at some point during the tussle with skulker, danny’s leg apparently got scrunched pretty hard to the point of being broken but danny was being too feral in the moment to react right away.
(again, as stated in a previous ask, my shitpost jock protection squad au took various elements from this plotline in the reboot so there will be overlap but its not canon)
because of the broken leg situation, danny is unable to do the test but is allowed to retake it once he recovers. of course, this means dash is still danny’s fitness buddy. this gives an excuse for them to be stuck together for a little longer and so the redemption process begins!!!! (even if danny’s leg technically already healed after a day or so lol)
#WOO THAT WAS LONG hope i didnt bore everyone lol also sorry for posting at ass o' clock i was busy today haha#cant believe this is the first reboot ep im really going into detail but who am i to deny angie their dash content......#danny phantom#nasty reboot#seance#constellaj
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You can't just drop that "I read Forces Multiplied" bomb on us and not give a ten page written reaction.
[cracks knuckles] if u insist
nicky cant drive hc: destroyed. rip. also i loved how andy and nile stole those sports cars and were being badass and driving off the bridge & meanwhile joe and nicky were just absolutely vibing in the van
'heres the thing about power: people who have it think they deserve it' [shot of police car] i see u greg
5 whole panels being dedicated to booker not being able to unlock his door. booker not even seeing noriko sitting RIGHT THERE in the window at first. incredible
noriko being 24/7 horny was surprising. like wow all of the stuff i saw she did out of context was 100% equally horny in context as it was out of context. love that for her
i didnt think the 'andy + slavery' thing was handled as badly as everyone made it out to be when telling me about it. tho from the way it was talked about i had kind of figured the conflict between andy and nile re: slavery would be really racially charged (esp considering nile is a black american and would obvs have Thoughts on the subject in that regard) but like,, done in a cringey 'a-white-guy-obviously-wrote-it' kind of way? but it wasnt that. i mean. it makes sense that andy would be implicit in slavery through the years
i mean, like she says, is that not what people just did to each other in the aftermath of battles for thousands of years? and i really like how its pointed out that it was what she was raised with (in the beginning when you see her put shackles on that guy after the battle) but she also accepts responsibility for it and acknowledges that it was wrong and not just 'what people did'.
i like how from her expressions you can kind of tell baby andy knew it was off but she sets those feelings aside bc she felt angry. it explains how she felt but didnt make her out to be blameless in it. plus i mean. i dont know, the fact that andy was involved in a lot of morally shady stuff for 7000 years is not that wild for me. if you live that long youre just Going to be involved in some shit, and she didnt even have other immortals with her as positive community influences, she literally just did whatever the fuck she wanted for thousands of years
'i was worshipped as a god once' i mean, yeah no shit she wouldve been involved in some seriously fucked up stuff, gods were fucking scary back in the day
tldr it could use some polish but it wasnt that bad
tho everything people said about moose being boring was unfortunately a little true. sorry king i tried to be interested in you
joe and nicky writing verbal fanfiction about nile and moose was iconic. 'you seeing that?' 'i am definitely seeing that'
it was also extremely funny bc that was like 60% of their contribution to the whole comic, besides kidnapping copley. they came, they wrote some fanfic, they left. kings. at least in tog1 they had an excuse to be useless bc they got kidnapped
joe just found out his old friend who he thought was dead is alive (and also probably wants to murder them) and instead of investigating with andy he stopped to help nile up. champ.
nicky shooting noriko through andy was cool. rip to the concept since it wont happen in tog2
wanna see mr ejiofor deliver this line
on that note imo copley was. weirdly enough, more interesting in fm than in tog1. to me at least. the fact that andy let him live and he was so haunted by what had happened that he came back and sought them out despite knowing they would likely kill him for it bc he wanted to not only make up for what hed done but also to tell them what theyd done for the world was admittedly more interesting than andy just kind of drafting him to the cause and him going 'okie'
i like how nicky was drawn in this one. in opening fire he looks like a blob man but in fm he looks more like a very nice grampa with a very good dye job
'theres no pain like a broken heart' andy 🥺
noriko implying andy's never drowned. .. .idk about that one, she musta drowned sometime
joe and nicky came, they waxed poetic about nile's love life, they waxed poetic about grog, and then they left.
sports bras being a reason humanity is good. i mean..... okay, yeah.
i mean. wild but you cant exactly tell her shes wrong
i liked how noriko telling andy that their purpose is to make people suffer coincides with joe and nicky finding out that they actually did good all those years
joenicky in opening fire: jail for booker jail for booker for 100 years
joenicky when copley tells them he knows where booker is: WE'LL KILL YOU WHERE IS HE
joenicky when copley comes back: if your vibes come off as even remotely rancid we Will destroy you
joenicky 2 minutes later when copley helped them find booker: he made up some ground :)))) <3 lov you j cops
theyre forgiving af
moose: how old are you?? a hundred??? a thousand???
nile [vine voice]: I M 2 7 ?
alright andy you got me there
joe texts like my aunt
i dont know why noriko drowning andy in that car tickled me. Bad And Naughty Andromaches Get Put In The Pear Wiggler To Atone For Their Crimes.
the drowning sequence was cool
copley trying to talk to andy while she was like o_o at him was great
ive hit the picture limit but id seen that panel where nicky goes 'forgive me' as he kills a guy out of context and it was HILARIOUSLY anticlimactic for me to discover that there was literally no context to it. nicky just apologizes to random people he kills. i thought that guy was someone he knew or something. nope its just Some Guy that nicky didnt know from adam
nile's complaint that andy was especially brutal to the guys on the boat... i mean. . , how exactly does one kill a man with an axe and not be brutal about it?
it was funny how noriko kissed andy and the only people who seemed surprised by that were nile and also andy
nicky and joe's complete non-reaction to finding out noriko is alive And Evil Now is endlesly funny. they just left her on that boat and neither cared. i get book and nile not caring but joe and nicky knew her, and they just have 0 input on the subject of what to do with her
pinstripe suit guy!
joe and nicky and booker packing up and leaving with nile
andy blowing up at nile was A Moment tho
i dont know, i get why people didnt like the ending but its. .. . it makes more sense in the comicverse. bc the squad doesnt really. .. interact outside of jobs? i mean, think of the moon landing story in ttt. that was booker and joe and nicky doing a job and andy only showed up a for a couple minutes after it was done. or the brunch in the first issue of opening fire. the squad arent as tight in the comic, and andy often seems to do her own thing outside of work, so andy saying 'i dont want to do work anymore' and the squad being like 'alright bye then' makes more sense in this universe than the movie one
also i feel like greg was Trying to set up a thing where nile becomes the Leader of The Squad after andy dies but like. its not very well done since. . . i mean, nile hasnt spoken to booker since opening fire, (and she only knew him A Day). and shes known joe and nicky all that time, but there isnt really anything that indicates that they have any relationship at all, much less one that's grown. in all the comicverse the only time nile and nicky speak is in FM, and in that scene nicky tells nile about noriko. nile goes from someone who needs to be set aside to have background knowledge explained to her to being the Leader of the group with nothing in between. it kind of... comes out of nowhere.
on the other hand tho... i felt really bad for andy thru the whole thing. well, i always felt bad for andy, but in this one she seemed so miserable, especially since it really felt like none of the others actually.... cared about her. when noriko came back no one asked andy how she was doing (big question ik, but it wouldve showed they cared at least), nobody ever expressed any concern for her, no one even really seemed to want to be around her. in opening fire everyone was more distant than in the movie of course, but there were little moments where she would joke with joe, or nicky would try and comfort her, or stuff like that, but in FM it really felt like they just didnt really care about her. & in opening fire it felt a lot like andy's relationship with nile breathed some new life into her, but in FM it felt like all they did was argue. i get theyre not *as* close in the comics but it really felt like the only person who cared about andy at all was noriko (which was probably also how andy felt) but it just seemed to come out of nowhere. honestly i was reading and i was honestly agreeing with andy that she might just be better off if she did just die. opening fire, on the other hand, never make me feel that way
tho everyone made it sound like when the squad split up it was one of those cursed 'the found family leaves each other at the end of the journey' tropes. but guys i mean,,, this is the second installment out of three. that isnt the End. theyll come back in the third one and Dramatically Reunite to fight some baddies (probably those 'others' noriko mentioned). im guessing yitzhak fits into that too somehow.
anyways it wasnt That Bad but it made me kind of sad and the only Sweet Found Family vibes in it were when they saved booker. also they shouldve beefed up that nilemoose romance, it underwhelmed me. 6.5/10
i also ABSOLUTELY understand all of greg's comments about how you couldnt make FM directly into a movie, he always said that it had no plot and. i get it now. it really didnt have a plot sdfghjkl
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You're asked to choose one and only one or DC's future stops existing immediately. your choices:
1. Jason Todd the anti-hero who seldom works with only a couple of the bats he doesn't hate, for example Dick and Cass VS. Jason Todd who came back with healed body but broken spirit, folded back into the Gotham gang and learns to be part of the society again.
2. Tim Drake who makes all of his mistakes as canon but realizes he's been wrong and apologizes to people VS. Tim Drake back in his first iteration, a cute little brother character who is a reader insert and a fun teenager.
3. JayKyle VS DickKyle.
4. Jason Todd with a sword VS. Damian Wayne with a sword.
5. Chris Kent VS. Jon kent.
Okay but which DC future? Its omniversal future? Its hypertime future? Its multiversal future? Its Elseworlds future? Its dark multiverse future? Mwahahaha your threat is useless because the sheer wtf of DC's continuities, timelines and conflicting declarations of what to even call their multiomnihyperverse makes it impossible to target simply A future! DC's overly unnecessarily complicated nature renders it functionally immortal and impossible to ever truly destroy, take that Darkseid.
I mean. But anyway. Whatevs:
1) I honestly do prefer the idea of Jason someday fully reuniting/reintigrating into the Batfam as a whole, because fuck it, the found family I'm here for is the one where they actually act like a family....I just think it takes actual work to get to that point and I get irey when people are like we're here! We found it! And its like meanwhile, abusive dynamics still abound. Mmm. No thank you. But even though I've been on a huge Jason and Dick and Cass kick for like, forever, I do still aim for him having a dynamic of his own with the rest of the family.
Like the thing is, I hate playing the favorites card in families, and I think the emphasis on so and so being Bruce's favorite child or so and so being this kid's favorite sibling, etc, like it really does feel like to the detriment of the whole family, because once you start validating the idea of favorites, ESPECIALLY in a found family that is CONTINUOUSLY growing....I think you're kinda shooting yourself in the foot because you're kinda creating a situation where either no future new additions to the family can EVER be Bruce or one of the kids' 'favorite' or else you're innately positing that said fave status is conditional and even a current fave of Bruce or a sibling can be bumped down the ladder by the addition of a later arrival....
Which is LITERALLY the entire essence of the eternal conflict between Dick and Damian and Tim fans. Its not even that Damian is Dick's favorite, allegedly, its that prior to Damian's very EXISTENCE, fans felt comfortable declaring Tim unilaterally to be Dick's 'favorite'.....and then all it took was the addition of a single family member who had specific NEEDS in regards to Dick's attention and focus, largely because of his age and needing a legal guardian while Tim was old enough to literally jet set around the world on his own.....and like, everything went up in flames in large corners of fandom.
So I'm just like, death to the fave family member myth, its just incredibly counter productive to the idea of found family as a whole especially when it usually only exists to prop up a preferred character as better than others via the proof of see, these other characters say he's their fave or whatever...but also like, its not even necessary?
Because the thing is, you can have Jason reintegrated into the whole family overall, and still prioritize your personal narrative FOCUS on characters you like more than others, like say Dick and Cass.....because of course its natural for even people in the same family to have entirely different DYNAMICS with different family members....and these dynamics don't have to come with a ranking system in order to prioritize which ones you just focus on more in a story. Because its not necessarily that Dick has to be Jason's fave brother, y'know, just for Jason to prefer spending time with Dick simply because he's more comfortable with him due to knowing him longer or being more secure in the idea that Dick doesn't judge him based on their greater shared history.
This doesn't mean that Jason doesn't care for his other siblings, that he can't have strong dynamics with them as well, its just about finding a reason for why these two specifically might be in a story without the others that doesn't demand putting a definitive ranking on which one Jason considers his FAVE. Just like Damian doesn't have to be Dick's FAVE just for them to have the super close canon relationship they have, even relative to the other siblings, because there's everything needed in canon already to establish that the mere fact of Dick essentially RAISING Damian for a year, and being the first one in the family to really take a chance on Damian, like, this lends itself naturally to them maybe more naturally gravitating towards each other than other siblings due to comfort level and familiarity, etc, but it doesn't have to be like....oh but yeah, I just like Damian more than you, Tim, y'know?
So my answer on this one is a total cop out of both, both is good. Jason totally reintegrated back into the family, but with dynamics that still lend themselves fairly easily towards story lineups where its just him running missions with Dick or Duke or any other one or two specific family members even if for no other reason than they gel together best in the field, y'know?
2) Hmm. I honestly really do love and miss 90s Tim Drake and just....don't see him in a lot of what I read these days. I'm like no, why did he have to go, he was doing so well! BUT I'm also on a big accountability kick, and like, I'm so steeped in fics where Dick GROVELS for forgiveness for every little slight he's ever done real or imagined, with every character but Tim in particular, so its like.....I'm not gonna lie, I really have a preference these days for seeing stuff where its literally anyone actually owning up to shit they've done to Dick and apologizing or groveling or making it to HIM, like, completely unconditionally. In the same manner we usually see Dick apologizing, glossing over any reasons he might have had for doing what he did or feeling the way he did, and saying oh it doesn't matter, putting the entirety of his focus on what HE did and why it was wrong no matter what and he's sorry.....that's what I would kill to see from more fics, just in reverse.
Because so often even in the all too rare fics where we DO see other characters apologizing to Dick for shit, its watered down with Dick volunteering that oh he messed up too, it was a two way street, and its like no! This is Pettiness Hours! I want the unconditional apologies! Give me the groveling! From anyone, I don't care at this point, lol, just show me characters actually PUTTING IN THE WORK to make it up to Dick for harm they've caused him, even if completely unintentionally or via neglecting his feelings or considering the repercussions their actions or words would have on him. Aaaaaaand, frankly, Tim's a good place to start there, because of how one sided all the takes on their conflicts have been for so many years. I mean, if people need a place to start, Batman and Robin Eternal gets enough praise it can't be pretended that people in fandom don't know that story exists, so how about some stories where Tim says he's fucking sorry for punching Dick in issue #4 or #5 of that one, and it was uncalled for and he was clearly just looking for an excuse to unleash some more of his resentment and upset for the Spyral/Forever Evil stuff, and family deciding that its totally okay to punch Dick whenever they're mad at him and need to work off some aggression so they can then finally forgive him (for now) is a trend that needs to die in a fire post-haste? I mean just as an example.
But the thing that kills me about fanfic trends is like....the sameness of so much of it. There's SO much room for variety and diverse takes, and like....I don't actually hate Tim! I'm just cranky because of the imbalanced nature of most content out there for literal years at this point. Push the pendulum BACK in the other direction, create some balance by showing the flip side of things.....and that leaves a lot more room for me and others of like minds to then be more amenable to - and even interested in - other stories that don't scratch this particular itch, but don't need to, because other stories are doing the scratching by then, y'know?
And THEN like, at that point, I would be ALL FOR more stories that are just callbacks to classic 90s Tim who I adore, with his skateboarding and his EARNESTNESS and his go-get-em spirit and also the gumption. All the gumption. I like that Tim. I do miss that Tim. But like, for the moment, like, I want accountable Tim because I am tiiiiiiiired of groveling Dick and tbh at this point its not enough for me to just see people move past putting Dick in that position and just have mutually respective and doting brothers Dick and Tim having adventures together......nah, first I want some reciprocation. Ngl. Gimme the apologies for actual mistakes actually made.
3) DickKyle. Easy question, c'mon, you gotta know that. LOL. ;)
But yeah, I've been shipping these two off their like, two shared pages from way back in the Obsidian Age story years before Jason even returned, let alone was in Countdown together with Kyle, so like, its no contest. I don't mind JayKyle, I certainly prefer it to JayRoy tbh, but there's not a ton of appeal in it for me, particularly in how its usually depicted, because like....the entire basis of JayKyle is that they DO have stories together and spent a whole year worth of weekly issues traveling the multiverse together in Countdown.....but there's like, practically no trace of their actual dynamics from that series or any specifics of literally any issue from that entire comic in most fics I’ve read, so its like.....idk, it tends to come across as more generic, not in the sense that it cant still be interesting, but more in the sense that it feels like just someone paired with Jason just because history between them EXISTS without any interest in exploring what that history actually IS....and at that point, its like, well there's no reason TO prioritize that ship over DickKyle for me personally, when like, I have a shit ton of headcanon reasons for why those two in a pairing specifically. *Shrugs* My logic. Its not for everyone, but it works for me.
4) Jason with a sword or Damian with a sword? I don't understand the question. Both. Both is good. All the characters should have swords. Swords are awesome.
5) Chris Kent vs Jon Kent - oof. I adore Jon, I really do. I love his dynamic with Damian, I love a lot of their specific stories, the parallels between them as friends and Bruce and Clark as friends....its all very bien. But I gotta give this one to Chris, because I'm always gonna have a soft spot for him because I'm a sucker for all abused kid heroes, and I just miss that funky little dude so much. There's so many stories we didn't get with him and were just ripe for the picking, but nooooo, DC's like lol you can't have nice things, here we just rebooted the entire multiverse and now Clark and Lois never adopted the son of Clark's worst Kryptonian rival and raised him with tender love and care awww does that make you sad, were you invested in him, WELL TOO BAD, HE'S GONE NOW AND BASICALLY NEVER EXISTED, NOW GIVE US YOUR MONEY ANYWAY MWAHAHAHAHAH.
Yeah. I'm still not over that. Probably will never be tbh, so I with great grudge-bearing do affirm that I'm gonna go with Chris on this one and like, he is a Priority for me and I'm still very keen on the idea of him and Duke being besties for random reasons that might not make sense to anyone but me, but eh, whatever.
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Some of my friends in the RWBY FNDM actually said people don’t forgive their friends for betraying them (Jaune killing Penny) but will forgive strangers betraying them (Em killing Penny). Uh…NO. Being close and attached to someone leads to bias. People are more willing to see someone they don’t know as evil for hurting them BECAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW THAT PERSON. They said this as an excuse to why RWBY will be pissed at Jaune. NOPE! (1/2)
I think it can go either way depending on the person, or in this case the character. People aren't so uniform that they'll have a single, predictable response to someone's actions depending on whether they're in the "friend" or "stranger" category, to say nothing of the complexities of figuring out when one moves from one category to the other. (Is Ozpin the beloved and respected headmaster they look up to, or a virtual stranger whose age and power makes him someone the group never would have seriously connected with? The fandom is divided.) But that connection (or lack thereof) can go in either direction. It might make it easier to forgive them, or it might make it seemingly impossible. I've been replaying Witcher's Blood & Wine where Anna Henrietta is so relieved to have her sister back that she's blind to the horrors she's committed - love make forgiveness an inevitability. I'm also rewatching Criminal Minds where Reid is furious with JJ for keeping Prentiss' secret from him, specifically because they're so close and JJ was the one to comfort him over Prentiss' "death" - love makes forgiveness that much harder. And it's the same with strangers. If someone you're less close to commits a horrible act, you might respond with pure disgust because who are they to you? Nobody. They're defined only by that one action. Or, their distance might make it easier to forgive them once you have gotten to know them a bit, simply because the action didn't, at the time, feel personal. You know the version of them now, the one that "counts," the one you're emotionally attached to. I don't think it's an either/or situation here, where there's a correct answer of "Yes characters will get angry if they're close to the person in question" or "No characters will be less angry if they're close to them." It depends on the individual, the action, the circumstances, the state of mind of the person trying to grant forgiveness, and a hundred other, smaller factors. If Yang did something horrible, would Blake be less willing to forgive her because they're so close, or more willing because they are? That depends on a whole range of things from "What exactly did Yang do?" to "Has Blake eaten and slept and generally not been stressed out of her mind lately, making her less likely to lash out?" It, to be blunt, comes down to good, nuanced writing.
Which is why the Jaune situation is... complicated. And sadly, RWBY doesn't do well with complicated. Free of the rest of Volume 8, my mind says the group has to be mad. How can they not? Even if Jaune had a 100% solid reason for killing Penny with no possible way to blame him - which, let's be frank, he doesn't. The guy has a healing semblance and just took her word that it was useless - it's not in our nature to approach a tragedy with that level of logical maturity (especially not after the crazy level of trauma that's been going on: Salem, battles, falling to their "deaths."). You don't have a friend admit they killed another friend and immediately go, "Oh yeah. Makes sense. Had to be done. No worries!" and move on with your life. You at least start with some anger, whether it's rational or not, deserved or not. People harbor anger over deaths that we know, realistically, are not the fault of another person involved, we resent people who survived over others even though we know they had no control over it, and we even hate ourselves for hating that person, because we know it's not fair and we're feeling it anyway. If we have all that complexity tied up in deaths that are unambiguously not the fault of the person in question... what do you do with the guy who straight up agreed to an assisted suicide? Gave up on healing or retreat? Was the one to drag his sword across Penny's throat? The fandom recognized that scene as something intensely complicated, made worse by ineffectual writing. We knew, the second it had finished, that Jaune was not an easily categorized innocent here who should be treated solely as a victim of horrible circumstances. There's a very good reason why the fandom went, "What the fuck, Jaune" because this entire situation is so. messed. up. I'm not saying all this to paint Jaune as some irredeemable monster or anything, but rather to highlight that there should be a huge range of emotions coming off of this action. Whether we the audience or the characters decide what he did was the right thing or not, Jaune's actions are still objectively horrifying. He killed Penny. Was it necessary? Given RWBY's shoddy writing, idk, but that's not the point for an initial reaction. The point is, "How would you respond if you found out Friend A helped Friend B commit suicide, right after you'd worked so hard to keep Friend B alive, after she'd already come back from the dead?" The answer should be, "Uh, not well. Not well at all."
But this is RWBY. There should have been a range of emotions to Jinn's vision in Volume 6, but there wasn't. There should have been a range of emotions to Penny's resurrection, but there wasn't. There should have been a more persuasive reason for Jaune to kill Penny, a better job of stripping away other options, but there wasn't. Arguably, Penny shouldn't have died at all, not after being brought back, getting the Maiden powers, being made human... but she was. This situation is already a mess but then, as you say, anon, we have Emerald on top of it all. I mentioned above that it's "Free of the rest of Volume 8" that the group should be mad at Jaune, but obviously that's not how the story goes. I can't separate Emerald from the rest of this and yeah, it looks ridiculous for the group to have a long arc of hating Jaune after they forgave Emerald in, what? An hour? We can talk about that context all we want, but at the end of the day, Emerald's actions were too horrific to shrug off as they were and Jaune's action is also too horrific to shrug off. RWBY has, once again, backed itself into a corner. What the story actually needed was for Emerald to get a full redemption arc, allowing the group to process, grapple with, and learn to forgive her past actions through apologies and new actions to demonstrate growth, so that they could then later do a modified version of that with Jaune, one tailored to his character, their characters, and this new situation. The story needs the group to be mad at both of them because both did things that would generate different types of anger. But because Emerald was granted laughter almost immediately upon arriving at the mansion, yeah, it would read as absurd for the group to go through a whole arc of learning how to forgive Jaune... even though Jaune's actions arguably do need some kind of forgiveness arc. The situation is screwed either way. If the group forgives him quickly it's, "Really? He killed Penny and that's it? No one is going to struggle with that? That's absurd!" and if the group doesn't quickly forgive him it's, "Really? You'll insta-forgive the woman who has been trying to kill you for years, but won't grant the same thing to your friend who only took that action with good intentions? That's absurd!" And if the focus is on Jaune being mad at himself, we're right back to where we were in Volume 4: Jaune mourning a redhead in his life and getting too much focus. I really don't think there's a good solution here, which (as my more recent posts speak to), we're seeing more and more as the series goes on. The more material we get and the more shoddily that material is written, the more we're going to see future situations where we go, "I don't like any of the writing options here, because of something that happened in a previous volume." RWBY has created a situation where the group very much deserves to be angry - or at the very least conflicted - over Jaune's actions, but because it's following on the heels of Hazel, Emerald, and their own horrific choices across Volume 7 and 8, any anger will feel hollow, hypocritical. But isn't that what we're left with? We've been here since the beginning of Volume 7 when Ruby repeated Ozpin's secrets and the story never acknowledged that either she's as bad as he is, or he's not as bad as they believed. We've been watching a show built on that hollow hypocrisy for at least two years (longer, really) and it's just getting worse the more the story introduces sensitive material and then doesn't appropriately follow up on it.
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