#it just gives my family an excuse to accuse me of not caring about them

[thetriumphantpanda]

Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Sunday)

Summary | The final day, but at last, not the final goodbye.

Word Count | 3K

Chapter Warnings | Familial fluff, plenty of emotions, explicit smut, breeding kink, cumplay/cum eating, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, breath play, possessive!Joel, lots of feels, but lots of happiness too.

Authors Note | Okay I know I teased DP but it ended up not fitting the vibe, please forgive me. BUT HERE WE ARE. THE LAST PROPER CHAPTER. We still have the epilogue to go, but I can't believe we're kinda wrapping up here. Thank you for all the love you give this series. I know this one is shorter, but I didn't want to drag it out, I hope you think it's a perfect as I think it is. If you enjoy this, please consider commenting, reblogging or coming into my ask box to scream with me. And, as always, If you want to support me, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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Tommy is still snoring softly into your ear when you wake the next morning, but the hand that Joel had kept clutched in his own all night is empty, his side of the bed cool again like it had been a few days ago. You let yourself have a moment wrapped up with Tommy, the warmth of his body almost lulling you back to sleep until you remember your son is here and one of you needs to get up to go and see to him. 

You extricate yourself gently from Tommy, being careful not to wake him. He’s spent the last week being at the beck and call of Joshua, so you decide to let him sleep in a little this morning. You throw on some comfy clothes that have been lying around the room for most of the week before heading down to the room you’d put Joshua down in the previous evening, but the door is open, and the bed is empty. The door to Sarah’s room is also open so you make your way down into the living area, but that’s also empty. 

The door to the back porch is slightly ajar, and when you step out onto it, you can see Sarah and Joel sat on the benches near the fire pit, where you’d been a few evenings before, Joshua sat on Joel’s knee as he bounces him up and down gently. It makes you heart swell and your eyes glass over with tears as you watch Sarah break off a little bit of her toast to put in his hand. One big, happy family. 

“Good morning.” You smile when you reach them, Joshua looking up at you with his hands sticky from the jam that had been on Sarah’s toast. 

“Mama!” He outstretches his arms for you to pick him up from Joel’s knee, which you do, cradling him to your neck in your usual morning hug. 

Sarah shuffles over, making room for you to sit between the two of them, you try not to sit too close to her father, but you can still feel his warmth through your clothes, as he moves his arm to put it on the back of the bench. You wish he’d wrap it around your shoulders as you move Joshua to sit on your lap. 

“You okay this morning, baba?” You ask him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Sarah fed me toast!” 

“You’re a lucky boy, aren’t you?” You chuckle, “She didn’t feed me any toast!” 

You’re still chuckling when Sarah’s hand comes into your periphery with her last slice of toast, holding it in front of you for you to take a bite, you let out a hearty laugh but take a bite none-the-less, because it looks like the toast Joel makes, covered in butter and slathered in fruity jam. 

“Don’t want anyone spreading rumors about me having favourites.” She laughs, taking her toast back for herself. 

Joel leans forward so he can see Sarah around your body, his hand resting on your arm so casually to keep you still while he speaks to her, “What about me?” He asks. 

“You’ve just eaten three slices,” She accuses, “You don’t need anymore.” 

“Rude.” He grumbles next to you, keeping his hand there, like he was just waiting for an excuse to touch you. 

You really want to turn around and kiss him. Tell him that it’s okay, that you’ve sorted everything with Tommy, that his faith in you worked out. You wonder if the time they spent together last night means he knows? Did Tommy say something? Does his hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin means he knows he can have you whenever he wants now? Your mind is racing a mile a minute when Tommy joins you. 

He's found a tray somewhere, and it’s got four mugs of steaming coffee on it, plus a box of juice for Joshua. He hands them out, stabs the straw into the box of apple juice for Joshua before he takes his son from you, sitting him on his lap on the bench across from the three of you. 

“I miss you all.” Sarah says softly next to you. 

You turn to her, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder, because she sounds sad. You pull her closer into your side, leaning down to press a kiss to her head like you had done with Joshua. 

“Ah bug, we miss you too,” You say softly, listening as she sniffs, “But you’re doing amazing things, babygirl,” She’s only been gone a few weeks, but you think it must be hard for her, having spent her entire life around three people who would have died for her if necessary, “We’re already so proud of you, but think of what this one,” You nod your head towards Joel, digging your elbow into his side slightly, “Is going to be like when you graduate, when you find the cure for mankind,” She chuckles a bit at this, wiping her eyes, “And you can come home and see us whenever you need to, or we can jump in the car and come to you.” 

You give her one last squeeze into your side before she pulls away with a smile. You make the mental note to make more of an effort to call her and see how she’s doing each week, you’re sure there are things happening that she won’t want to tell Joel. 

Once you’ve all finished your coffee, Tommy is the one to speak, “We should probably think about making a move soon,” He nods to you, “It’s a long drive back with this one.” 

You nod, trying not to think about having to go back to real life, having to go back to work and juggle that with being a mom, but it was inevitable really. You’re always running out of time with this little bubble you’ve created. 

Packing up is easy, you hadn’t unpacked many of the clothes you’d bought, Joel had made sure to keep you naked often, and you pack up the leftover food for Sarah to take back to college with her. She’s particularly excited about having steak for dinner when you pass the pack of meat you hadn’t used last night to her. You wave her off as he drives away, holding on to Joel’s hand as he tries not to cry. It won’t ever get easier for him, watching his little girl drive away, no matter how old she’s going to get, how much she will continue to grow on her adventure, she’s always going to be the girl that begged to ride on his shoulders, begged for pretty much anything and got whatever she wanted.

Tommy heads inside, Joshua on his hip to finish packing everything up, and you press up on your tiptoes to kiss Joel’s cheek, “She’ll be fine.” You say simply with a smile, “And so will you.” 

He wants to say that he knows, but he’s not so sure. His bubble is about to burst, he’ll drive home on his own, to his empty house, and get up tomorrow morning and go about his day as he always has, but with the memory of what it’s like to have you to himself burnt onto his brain. He’s scared. Scared he won’t feel this happy again, but he doesn’t want you to know that, doesn’t want to ask you for more than he already has. So he tells you he knows, kisses your cheek right back, and resigns himself to being lonely once more. 

It takes you ages to get home. You’re tired. Joshua is fast asleep upstairs having slept most of the journey home too. Your home is familiar, warm, but you can’t help the feeling that something is missing. He’s missing. 

“What did he say?” You ask Tommy as he settles onto the couch with you, glass of whiskey in his hand to unwind before you go to bed. 

“Huh?” 

“What did Joel say when you told him I could see him more?” 

Tommy looks at you with a confused look on his face, like you’re talking to him in another language. 

“I thought you would have told him?” 

Your heart sinks. You have a lump in your throat. God fucking damn it. You put your head in your hands. You let that man leave you not realizing he wasn’t saying goodbye until it was the right time of the month again. Not realizing you kept your promise, fixed it all. Not knowing he could be happy. 

“When would I have had the time?” You ask. 

“That’s why I left you outside when Sarah left!” He exclaims in defense, “I thought you’d tell him then.” 

“I didn’t!” You cry, trying not to freak out, “Oh Tommy, he’s going to think the worst.” 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you, to soothe you, “Why don’t you tell him now?” He offers softly, “He’s only a few streets over.” 

“I’ve been gone so long.” You try and fight, the guilt at being away from this part of your family weighing on you. You've neglected them, you think. You should be here, with them, you think.

“Sugar, we coped a week without you,” Tommy muses, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “We can go one more night,” You look up at him, eyes glassy, because now you realise he truly meant it, that he honestly wants his brother to be happy, and if that means having you then so be it, “Go on,” He nods his head towards the door, “Go get your man.” 

It’s late. Joel is sitting on his couch, TV on low, bottle of beer half-finished on the side table. He should go to bed, he knows he’ll have a long day catch up with work tomorrow, but he can’t switch his brain off. He feels lonely. Sat in his house, alone, after a week of having the love of his life curled up next to him. He almost pulls out his phone, shoots a text to the girl he’s been seeing, but he doesn’t want to fuck, he wants someone to cuddle. Someone to fall asleep next to and hold as she snores into his skin, and she never stays, always catches her breath and leaves as soon as she can because that’s what they agreed. 

He's about to call it a night when his doorbell rings. He panics, mainly because he wonders if it something to do with Sarah, has she hurt herself? Was she in an accident on the way back to college? He knows it isn’t, because she messaged him a few hours ago with a photo of the steak she’d cooked, but he still panics as he walks to the door, expecting to open it and find a police officer standing there ready to tell him something awful, but when he opens the door, it’s you. His pretty girl. The woman he’s spent less than twelve hours away from and is already yearning for. 

He moves to open his mouth, ask what’s wrong, but you launch yourself at him. Jumping onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass to keep you upright as you plant your lips right on his. He doesn’t argue, steps back and kicks his door shut, kissing you right back. You open your mouth against his, and he follows, letting your tongues work together as he carries you to his kitchen, setting you on his countertop. 

“What’s all this for?” He asks quietly against your lips, pressing his back to yours lightly before he lets you answer. 

“He knows,” You speak softly, gripping onto the collar of his flannel, “He’s known all along, how much you love me, how much I love you,” You kiss him again as his heart flutters in his chest, “Says you can have me whenever you want Joel, you can share me, if that’s what you want.” 

He holds your face in his palms, looking into your eyes for any sign this might be a sick joke, but he only finds them filled with love, the same way you’ve looked at him all week, “Is that what you want?” He asks, because he only wants what you want. 

“Yes,” You breathe against his mouth, “I want you, always I want you Joel,” You kiss him again, “Now please, put your fucking mouth on me and tell me you want the same.”

It’s desperate this time, when he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and moans as his hands pop open the button of your jeans. You lift your hips off the counter so he can drag them off you. You whine when he pulls his lips from yours, but he drops to his knees, pulling you as close to the edge of the counter as he can without dragging you off him. You expect him to tease you, to work you up, but what he does this time is use his thumbs to spread the folds of your pussy and sucks your clit right into his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls as he lets your clit go from between his lips, but uses the tip of his tongue to flick at that bundle of nerves. 

You keep your eyes on him as he devours your cunt, how own eyes looking right back up at you, challenging you to come, challenging you to come undone for him. Using the flat of his tongue to give wide licks to you, then swapping to those delicate kitten licks that make your hips buck into his face. He’s proving himself to you, proving to you he’s worthy of this, of having you around more than he’s used to. He will spend the rest of his life on his knees, worshipping at your altar like this if he must. 

“Fuck, Joel,” You groan as he sinks two of his fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards into that spot he knows makes you sing, “Gonna make me come.” 

“You gonna cover me, pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt just enough to speak, “Want you to soak me.” 

It’s filth like that which always tips you over the edge, like right now, as you clench around his fingers, his tongue back on your clit as you do exactly what he wanted, those fingers coaxing you to gush around him, soak his face as he groans into your cunt, coaxing out every last drop of your orgasm before he stands, giving you barely any time to compute what’s happening, before his thick cock is sinking right into the depths of you. 

You have no idea whether you’re still coming from before, or whether this sets another one off, as he drags your mouth back to his own, your taste so prevalent on his tongue, but you’re fluttering around his cock, arching into him and crying out his name again. It’s too much, he’s too much, but you don’t want him to ever stop as his hips snap into yours and his hand settles on your throat. 

He uses that hand to push your head up, looking you straight in the eye, “Mine now, aren’t you pretty girl?” He punctuates this with a thrust into you. 

You nod as he squeezes his hand around your throat a little, nibbling at your jaw line, “Yes Joel,” You whimper, “Yours.” 

Because you are. You might be someone else’s as well, but in these four walls, when you’re on your own? You’re just as much his as anyone else’s, and that makes you melt. He’s close, you can feel it, hear it in the way he’s groaning into your skin. 

“Come on Joel,” You coax breathlessly, “Give it to me, come inside me.” 

“Fuck,” He spits out, “Gonna give you a baby, give it to you right now, mama,” You choke out a sob as he speeds up the snapping of his hips into you, “Give you the fuckin’ moon if you asked me.” You don't doubt him, you know he would, you're tempted to ask for it right now, just to see what he does, see what he gives you.

He pushes himself into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach as he comes, biting down on your shoulder, hands gripping your hips as you feel the ropes of his cum fill you up, praying that this, or any of the times before during the week, have planted his baby right inside you. You want to swell with him again, to make something beautiful with him again, and to be able to properly share the joy with him this time. 

He slips out of you, but as is the norm for Joel now, he sinks his fingers into you, stuffing you full of him, giving you as much of him as he possibly can, leaning over to kiss you as he does. He lets you suck his fingers clean, kisses you again, totally unbothered that he can taste himself on your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. 

“You gotta go?” He asks softly. 

“I’m yours,” You smile, leaning up to peck his lips, “I can stay as long as you want.” 

So you do. You stay all night. Curled up in his bed with him. He wakes you up once in the night, slowly easing himself inside your cunt from behind, body clutched to him, rocking his hips into you so so slowly, coaxing your orgasm out from you like he has all the time in the world, because he does now. He doesn’t need to rush with you anymore, your time won’t run out anymore, because you’re his just as much as you're Tommy's. 

As he clutches you to his chest, his heart full of so much love, with finally somewhere to put it, he thanks the Lord, he thanks you, but most of all he thanks his brother, for loving him this much, for loving him enough to give him his own slice of happiness. Because for the first time in a long time, he truly is happy, whole again, because of his brother, because of you. Because of his pretty girl.  

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[lynn-w3st]

Big Brother Tomas

Pairing: MK1 various x teen oc reader (platonic)

Based off from Babysitting 101 (new version)

You stumble a bit as you, your uncle Johnny and Kenshi step out of the portal, arriving to the academy. The two Lin Kuei brothers from the mansion were there along with three other unknown men waiting for you guys to arrive.

Mesmerized by the sight of Wu Shi academy your thoughts were interrupted when Liu Kang spoke up in which caught the attention of the five men. The fire God then began to explain.

“As you know the tournament is soon upon us, Empress Sindel of Outworld is orchestrating and you four are given the honor to participate.” Liu Kang said to your uncle, Kenshi and the two other men. He continued to explain how they would need to prepare in mastering their skills.

“That is why the Lin Kuei brothers will teach you all on combat and martial arts.” He said as Bi Han mumbled something under his breath before nodding and turning to face you guys.

“Kenshi, Johnny and (Y,N) this here are the Lin Kuei brothers Bi Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas. As well as Madam’s Bo students Raiden and Kung Lao.” Liu Kang said with a kind small smile as your uncle pointed an accusing finger at Bi Han.

“You cold bastard broke my precious hichuli. That was expensive, it took me years to earn it.” Your uncle said angrily as the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei held an intense scolding glare.

You bowed respectfully and greeted them. If there’s one thing that you learn in school is that to always bow as a sign of respect to others.

“Pleasure to meet you all.” You said as you stood next to your uncle who was to busy taking pictures in which made you face palm.

“Please excuse my uncle’s behavior . I would love to apologize for his actions and behavior.” You said quietly as you felt yourself be anxious and scared under the intense gaze of Bi Han.

Kuai Liang gave you a small smile at how very mature and respectful you are. Bi Han held a small amuse expression before going back to his usual scolding expression. The silver hair man known as Tomas was eager to know you.

A part of him is very worried that a child such as yourself is participating in the tournament. But soon the Fire God explained your situation.

“ Miss (Y,N) won’t be part of the tournament but she is here to know about her origin.” Liu Kang said in which ease Tomas’s worries.

Once the introduction was over, a few shaolin monks began to give you and your uncle a tour around the academy and showed you guys to your designated rooms that you’ll have access.

You were given different pairs of clothes, as one of them was an orange shaolin uniform that you decided to change into and did your hair into a ponytail. You place your mother’s necklace on your neck before leaving the room to meet with the other combatants and your uncle Johnny.

The song of the birds chirping made you smile a bit as the fresh tranquil air breeze gently blew through your face. Your phone buzzes as it was the twentieth message from Chris who was in a panic state since you were nowhere to be seen.

You decided to call her quickly and reassured her that you and your uncle had some business to take care of. “Please Aunt Chris don’t worry, I’m fine it’s a complicated situation to discuss.”

You hear her let out a sigh as she was wary and didn’t seem to believe you but decided to let it be for now. “Ok but if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll come get you and you can stay with me.”

“I’ll be fine aunt Chris. Just tell the school that I had a family emergency, I won’t be long gone. Please don’t worry about me Aunt Chris.” You said before hanging up the phone and turn your attention back to the fire god who was talking.

Liu Kang began to explain everything about the tournament and how the Lin Kuei are going to help them train in their skills and abilities. You politely listen and stood next to your uncle.

“Our first task at hand will be hand to hand combat. Let’s give it a try to see where you all stand. Bi Han and Johnny will demonstrate.” The fire god said as the Grandmaster and your uncle got into their fighting stance and began.

You couldn’t help but wince as you thought back to the manor incident at how piss your uncle was when Sub Zero and Scorpion had destroyed his hichuli and made a huge scene.

Sensing your anxiety and worry, Smoke turn his attention to you and started a conversation. He wants to know more about you. This feels like a bittersweet moment since you reminded him of his twin sister who was brutally killed by them.

“I never knew you would be related to a famous actor. How’s that like?” He asked curiously. You jump a bit as you realize that the silver hair man was speaking you. “It has it’s good and bad, I attend a private school.”You said in a wary tone.

Your uncle was talking mad shit about the Lin Kuei at how they broke his precious hichuli. Sensing your wariness, Smoke took a seat next to you. “I’m Smoke but my brothers call me Tomas. But you can call me the King of Smoke.” He said with an enthusiastic tone and smile.

You gave him a weird look before chuckling at his nickname that he label himself. “Please to meet you Tomas. I’m Rhea hope we can be good friends. How’s it like being an assassin.” You ask curiously as Tomas thought for a bit.

Liu Kang notice the interaction that the both of you are having and it made him both happy and a bit sad. He knew that the death of his mother and twin sister still affects Tomas to this day.

“It can be challenging but my brothers and I are very careful and proud to protect Earthrealm.” He said as you nodded before asking away. “What is your ability? I know the blue one has ice and the yellow one has fire. What’s yours?”

Tomas smiles happily and got a bit giddy up that someone is interested in knowing about his magic. “I do smoke magic. Want to see a trick.” He asked as you nodded enthusiastically.

He stood up and did a trick with one of his karambit knives. You watch in awe at how cool and dope his magic was. Tomas chuckled as he could practically see stars in your bright eyes.

“Wow!! That’s so awesome!! If you don’t mind can you teach me?!” You asked excitedly as Tomas held a shock expression before nodding.

“Of course!The King of Smoke shall teach you his tricks and secrets.” Tomas said with a smile as you couldn’t help but smile brightly at him. Tomas’s eyes softened a bit as for a moment he saw his twin sister in you. You were so innocent and happy oblivious to the pain and suffering.

You did a little cheer dance before the sound of swearing was heard as your uncle Johnny got defeated by Sub Zero, but then again Sub Zero is the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he has more experience than anyone in terms of combat.

But that was far from the truth, if only the silver hair Lin Kuei assassin knew how much you are suffering. If only Tomas knew that you weren’t fully human and how much of a danger you can be. You couldn’t help but feel out of place here.

“Now that we all saw what to expect let us now begin and train for the tournament. Bi Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas, I have to discuss something.” The fire god said to the three Lin Kuei ninjas.

Tomas gave you a smile and told you that he’s looking forward to spending more time with you. He sees this as a second chance for him to fix his mistake in failing to save his twin sister .

“Hope to see you again soon Tomas!” You said happily as your uncle Johnny gave the Lin Kuei brothers a glare before leading you away from him. Tomas smiled and waved happily back as he could feel the intense glare of Bi Han and the amusing and confused look from Kuai Liang.

Note: I’m sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve been going through something mentally and emotionally lately. I actually did some rework on Yun Jin and my oc Riko Tokugawa. Also, I will be soon posting my own oc DBD killer and survivor.

Hope you besties enjoy your weekend and this wholesome fanfic between Tomas and young reader who is done with her uncle’s behavior.

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[wackapedia]

The Lady Of Devon

Sihtric x Reader, Finan x Reader Summary: You are a daughter of the ealdorman of Devon, you bothered Uhtred to let you join his band of merry fighters, and you live the best months of your life. Warnings: none, sad times Wordcount: 1,382

“Think about it, Sihtric, you don’t have to pay a girl if she truly loves you, eh?” You gave the Dane a raised eyebrow when he asked to borrow a few coins from you. He looks down at his ale and sighs, not wanting to hear your reprimands. “If you’re refusing me, then just say it! I don’t need to hear your sermon.” He slams his tankard against the table, startling you and Finan, sitting side by side. It is clear to the both of you that Sihtric has had enough drinks for tonight, evident in his slurred tone and rude approach.

“Maybe we should sober up a bit…” Finan reaches over to retrieve the Dane’s ale, swapping it with a mug of water, “.. before we say something we regret, aye?” “No!” Sihtric keeps his ale close to his chest. “What is she even doing here?” He glares at you, tucked in a corner of the booth. “Daughter of an ealdorman who’s done nothing significant, so now you’re pretending to be a warrior so you could be lady of Devon, when all you do is flirt with me and give me unsolicited advice?!” Sihtric raises his voice, loud enough to silence half the alehouse and turn their eyes on your booth. Finan clamps the dane’s mouth under his palm, but the damage has been done. He has said what he wanted to say. “Excuse me…” You mutter under your breath as you make your way out of the crowded room while Uhtred walks in with a couple more drinks in his hand. “Check your manners, boy.” Finan points an accusing finger at the younger Dane before leaving him with his lord as the Irishman follows you out. “I’m sorry about Sihtric, he’s just drunk and frustrated…” Finan knocks at your door, hoping to comfort you. “It’s not your doing.” You try to keep your voice stable, hiding the fact that you are crying. “What he said was true anyway…” The door creaks open, and you see the Irishman’s kind eyes searching your watery ones. “Oh, y/n..” His heart breaks as he steps in, taking in your appearance. No man should ever let you cry. “What he said was mean..” “But it’s true.” You sob into his broad chest, allowing yourself to drown in his warmth. “I’ve proven myself useless to my people; I ran away from my responsibilities; and I’ve embarrassed myself in front of him!” Everything Sihtric has accused you of is true. When your younger brother was named heir, Uhtred and his men happened to be passing by your hometown. The morning after the witan, you ran away and followed (more like bothered) Uthred until he accepted. Over the course of eight months, the exiled lord of Bebbanburg and his men treated you like family. In those months, between battles, shield walls, and Coccham, you found yourself gravitating toward Sihtric, that kind and mysterious Dane who was so fierce in battle, yet so nice, gentle, and funny when he was hanging out. You were certain he has noticed how often you prefer to sit next to him, set your bed roll next to his when you’re camping, and check on him during battles. Finan thinks Sihtric should be grateful to have your attention. It’s not everyday you have a beautiful, young, and gentle lady care for you. Unfortunately, the young Dane sets his sights on that one woman from the brothel who was very obviously ripping him off all his coin, even getting into bar fights because of her. You cry yourself to sleep that night, and Finan ever so kindly stays with you, sitting on the floor and resting his head at the edge of the bed. In the morning, Finan groans at the pain shooting up his neck from sleeping in an awkward position. Sunlight beams through the open windows of the lodge, brightly illuminating the room and the empty bed. His eyes immediately darted through where your belongings were supposed to be, only to find them void of your riding boots and your bag. The Irishman rushes out of the lodge, clocking Sihtric, who was on the way up to your room. “Is she awake?” He asks, bringing a bunch of flowers, probably for you. Finan was still too angry to give him an answer, and he was in a hurry to check the stables. This time he comes across his lord Uhtred, hastily marching back to the inn. “Where is y/n?” He bellows as Finan approaches. “Her horse is gone!” Finan snaps into action and mounts his horse, beckoning it to ride fast to catch you on your way back home. The sound of distant hoofbeats startles you on your way home. You prayed that whoever was on the way would not bring danger. “Y/n!” Finan yells as soon as he sees you miles ahead in an open field. You pull your horse to a stop as the Irishman catches up. “Y/n, If I have offended you, I apologize…” Finan sighs, still catching his breath. “You have not offended me, dear Finan.” You gave him a sad smile. “I have wasted enough of my time rebelling against my family. "It’s time for me to go home.” Finan is at a loss for words. “Please extend my gratitude to Lord Uhtred,” You begin to tear up. “And to every man and woman in Coccham. I’ve never felt so at home during my brief stay there,” You try to hold down a sob. Finan wishes to unmount his horse and take you in his arms, to tell you how loved you are, and to express all the love he’s ready to give you. “I thank you, Finan. For everything.” There was pain in your eyes as you said your thanks. You forced a smile for him, and somehow it felt like a goodbye. The Irishman watches you fade east, toward your home. Maybe your father would reconsider and appoint you as heir to Devon, or maybe he’ll arrange an advantageous marriage for you, and you’ll live the rest of your days learning to love someone. He hopes you find the happiness you deserve. The happiness he was ready to give, if only you felt the same way for him. A year has passed since your departure from Coccham. Things have become awkward between two of Uhtred’s best fighters. Finan and Sihtric would often have a random lull in their conversation, as if stopping themselves from mentioning a certain ealdorman’s daughter whenever something reminded them of her. Nonetheless, both still treat each other with respect, having each other’s backs on the battlefield and looking after each other as if they were blood brothers. Uhtred watches them and figures he should just avoid asking about her in fear of sparking something distasteful in their mending relationship. The lord of Bebbanburg now feels anxious to deliver the news to his men of King Alfred’s instruction for them to visit Devon and see how the new ealdorman is managing the land. “Where ‘east’, lord?” Sihtric asks as they journey on the road. Uhtred figures he’ll wait until one of them figures out on the way, “East.” He answers. Finan already suspects where they are headed as they move closer to Devon. The gates of the stronghold creak open as their band of ten men arrive. “Welcome to Devon, Lord!” A young man descends the stairs and greets Uhtred. The young man’s eyes shift, looking into every single man’s eyes as if looking for something or someone. Uhtred dismounts from his horse and gives the young ealdorman a firm handshake. And for the first time in almost a year, someone directly refers to you. “Did my sister choose not to come with you?” Your younger brother, now the ealdorman, inquires. Uhtred, in his surprise, twists around his band of men, carefully making eye contact with Finan and then Sihtric, who were both equally giving him an unreadable look. “Isn’t she here, lord?” Sihtric questions, remembering to show respect. “Why would she be? She left to join you a year ago…” The young ealdorman raises a curious eyebrow at the king’s men. “She left us a year ago; we thought she came home!” Finan exclaims, forgetting to show respect. There was an uneasy silence in Devon’s courtyard.

#sihtric kjartansson x reader #sihtric x reader #finan x reader #Sihtric of Dunholm #sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #finan #finan the agile #uhtred #Uhtred Ragnarsson #uhtred of bebbanburg #the last kingdom #tlk #the last kingdom x reader

[joeyleesblog]

Sorry brother (from the series You made me hate my reflection)

Miles was paying for his sins against Pandora and her people. Officially.

"He's going to be fine, kids. Yes, he will because he's a tough kid. – Neteyam kept muttering non-stop, for whatever reason, imitating his father's voice, but it got weird. – Ah yes, how well he turned out, father!!"

Ah, should I be offended? Miles thought absently. I'm definitely better, but nobody accepts that fact. Idiots.

Neteyam moved suddenly, Miles automatically tensed and prepared to defend himself, but the Na'vi boy did nothing but glare at Miles...

No. Not Miles. Spider.

"I wanted to come after you – we all did, I swear. We wanted to rescue you, Spider, I swear."

Oh, for God. Why didn't he just walk away and pretend he didn't see anything? Now he has to deal with a drunk guy spewing excuses for a dead kid. Excellent.

All very well. Just this once. Miles decided.

"Then why didn't you? If you cared, what stopped you?" - There was no judgment or accusation in his tone, just pure questioning. Which caught Neteyam off guard, but it took a few seconds for him to recover and respond.

""Daddy said you'd be fine... you were one of them and you were, you were a child - they would see it - they should see it!" – The sudden anger in his voice, an outrage flared in his yellow eyes. Miles ignored it.

"He is your father, it is natural for you to believe and trust what he says."

"“I shouldn't – Neteyam explodes – I shouldn't – not at that moment, I shouldn't! I should have, I should have...”

"What should you?"

""I should have gone after you. I could have at least tried, dammit! I should have tried, fought harder for you! You, you were my friend, my brother, it was my duty to protect you. I, I... "

“I, I failed you. – regrets Neteyam. “No…not just that night, but before, I left you alone, when we were younger. I walked away and believed you would be fine because your had Loa'k and Kiri. I... I never thought about how you understood my withdrawal or how you felt. I did not do. I'm sorry, Eywa! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Spider... Sorry"

Neteyam starts sobbing and wailing, Miles lets him cry all he wants, thinking how shitty this situation was for both of them. Neteyam shouldn't be apologizing to Miles, but to Spider. Miles shouldn't get that apology, but Spider does. Nothing was right, but it was too late to change things.

When Neteyam finally calmed down and seemed more in control of himself, Miles grabbed his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes.

"I can't forgive you. – His tone was calm, serious. – I'm not him, Neteyam. I can't give you what was his right. And no matter how many times you ask him for forgiveness, you get nothing from a dead man."

Neteyam's eyes widened at his words and when he opened his mouth to probably protest, Miles didn't let him.

"I'm not him. Spider died in that interrogation and I was born in his place. I am Miles Socorro and I have my own experiences, memories, my own life, Netayam. – he let Neteyam process the words for a moment before continuing. – "Besides, you would have been captured and unlike Spider, you was going to die or be used as a bargaining chip. Your family would have tried to save you and possibly die too. In other words, it would have been all for nothing. Chasing ghosts won't make him come back. It's time to move forward and not be left behind."

Tears come out of Neteyam's eyes.

"But I can not. Remembering him is all I can do for him."

""I'm not asking you to forget him, but that you stop chasing his ghost as a form of punishment for not being able to save him. Answer me one thing, would Spider have a grudge against you or another member of your family?"

Neteyam blinked at the sudden question and after thinking it over, replied with a sad smile.

"Spider was never one to hold a grudge. Not for long, anyway. He was such a good kid, too."

And too afraid to be alone. Miles decided not to share the thought, not when Nateyam finally stopped crying. And anyway, he suspected it wasn't necessary.

"Then stop punishing yourself. Spider would get sick of you."

Neteyam laugh.

...

Post 1 , Post 2, Post 4

#avatar the way of water #netayam avatar #netayam sully #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #spider miles socorro

[wantsobadminsung]

Bittersweet. 😢 💔 🧊

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I muster up the courage to confess my feelings. The room feels tense as Minho and Jisung sit across from me, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside me. They've been together for a while now, and I know they care about each other deeply. But this secret has been eating away at me for far too long.

"I need to tell you something," I stammer, trying to steady my trembling voice. Minho and Jisung exchange curious glances, leaning in closer to listen. Their eyes fixed on me, waiting for my words.

My hands twist and knot together nervously as I continue, "I... I'm in love with both of you. I don't know how it happened or when, but it's true. I can't hide it anymore."

Silence blankets the room, and I can feel their shocked expressions burning holes in me. The weight of their disappointment settles heavily in my chest. Minho's face contorts with a mix of confusion and anger, while Jisung's eyes grow distant and cold.

"You can't be serious," Jisung snaps, his voice laced with bitterness. "You expect us to believe that? This is just your excuse, isn't it? You're trying to steal Minho away from me."

My heart shatters into a million fragments at his accusation. I never intended for any of this to happen; I never wanted to come between them. The tears begin to well up in my eyes, and I desperately search for words to make them understand.

"No, Jisung, that's not true," I plead, my voice wavering. "I never wanted to hurt either of you. I would never do that deliberately. I'm just... confused, and I needed to be honest with you both. I can't keep pretending anymore."

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair. His face remains unreadable, his eyes not meeting mine. "YN," he says calmly, "We're all adults here. Emotions are complex, and sometimes they don't make sense. But this situation isn't fair to anyone involved. We can't continue like this. You need to find someone else, someone who can give you what you truly need. It's best for everyone."

Every word that falls from his lips feels like a dagger to my heart. I had hoped they would understand, give me a chance to explain, but instead, I am met with rejection and dismissal. The tears finally spill over, rolling down my cheeks as I realize that my confession has cost me not only their love, but also their friendship.

"I... I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice cracking with sorrow. "I never meant for any of this to end like this. I'll go now; I'll find my own way."

As I leave their house, the door closes behind me, and I can't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The weight of rejection and loneliness hangs heavy upon my shoulders. I find solace in the night sky, allowing myself to grieve for the love I lost and the friendships that were shattered.

In the darkness, I vow to heal and find my own path, taking the hard lessons learned from this painful experience. And as the tears continue to fall, I remind myself that even amidst heartbreak, I am strong enough to rebuild, to find happiness again.

The nights grow colder as I navigate through the aftermath of my confession. The pain lingers, haunting my thoughts and infiltrating my dreams. Each day feels like an uphill battle, as I try to heal the wounds that Jisung and Minho's rejection have left behind.

I push myself to keep moving forward, to find solace in things that once brought me joy. But it's not easy. Every familiar place and every shared memory with them seems tainted now, reminding me of what could have been.

Loneliness envelops me, seeping into the depths of my soul. But amidst the despair, I remind myself that I am stronger than I believe. I refuse to let the darkness consume me entirely. I search for the light, even if it's just a flicker.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Slowly, I begin to find solace in the company of friends and family who offer unwavering support. Their warmth helps to thaw the ice that had formed around my heart.

Through self-reflection and introspection, I realize that my confession was not only an act of courage, but an act of self-love. I had to honor my own feelings, despite knowing the potential consequences. And although the outcome was painful, I remind myself that I deserve love and happiness too.

The wounds start to heal with time, and the tears become less frequent. I learn to forgive myself for the pain I caused, understanding that sometimes love doesn't align in the way we hope.

In the midst of rebuilding my life, I cultivate newfound strength and resilience. I rediscover my passions, pouring my heart into creative endeavors and pursuing my dreams with a renewed fervor. The pain will always bear a mark on my heart, but it no longer defines me.

And as I take each step forward, I remember Minho's words, reminding me that we are all adults. Life is a journey filled with unpredictable twists and turns. I allow myself to cry when necessary, to mourn the loss, but I also embrace the resilience within me to move on.

Love, in all its complexities, remains elusive. But I refuse to let fear hold me back. I know that one day, when the time is right, love will find its way back to me. And until then, I will continue to grow, to heal, and to cherish the lessons learned from this bittersweet chapter of my life.

#minsung x female reader #minsung x reader #minsung #minsung poly #poly!minsung x reader #minsung smut #skz lee know #skz han #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know #lee know x han x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #han jisung #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz headcanons #Minsung x yn #Minsung x fem! reader #lee minho #HAN

[txtaetertots]

hi all.

i’m hoping to get back to updating soon. it’s something i dearly miss and cannot wait to get back to when i have time. ive been putting a lot of my focus lately into not only my last semester of grad school but also into action for palestine. it’s more important to me to invest the little free time i have into doing what i can to push the fight for a liberated palestine. i refuse to sit here and act like everything is okay when millions of people are suffering a genocide.

hybe is complicit in this ethnic cleansing as well whether you want to accept it or not. they’ve allowed scooter braun to have the power and influence to spread zionist propaganda. scooter braun has always shown himself to be a despicable excuse for a human being, and if him being a zionist on top of all of that isn’t enough for you to consider his termination a crucial goal to work toward.. you do not truly care about palestine.

palestine cannot be free if we allow zionism to become normalized. it’s our duty to call it out and shame zionists out of our spaces! they are not and should not be welcome ANYWHERE. which is why i’m one of many moas who have made the decision to BOYCOTT HYBE. i refuse to put money in the pockets of these greedy, capitalist pigs who don’t care about anything but squeezing every penny they can out of fans. it’s not about the music anymore for bighit. all they care about is how much they can get away with because they know we’re willing to spend anything if it means getting content and merch. i don’t want to hurt txt’s comeback, but in my opinion, a comeback isn’t more important than a fucking genocide. plain and simple. i refuse to give hybe any more of my money through streams, album sales, tickets, or merch until they get rid of fuckass scooter braun.

if you don’t want to boycott, that’s fine. that’s your choice and i don’t blame you for not wanting to. as long as you’re doing what you can to help palestine in other ways, i see no shame. but i still do encourage you to consider boycotting as well. if not, but you’re able to buy multiple albums and concert tickets? i think you can also donate to palestinian aid and families as well. i just ask you not say you care about palestine yet do nothing to help their resistance.

that being said: i hope you don’t shame fans who do choose to partake in this boycott, because you need to understand this isn’t an attack on txt or any other hybe group. i’ve seen so many people attack boycotters and accuse us of wanting our idols to fail. it makes my blood boil because that couldn’t be farther from the truth. you must be truly out of touch and thick headed to think this is a personal attack on them. there are more important things than a comeback. especially when one of the songs (the killa) on txt’s new album was produced BY AN “ISRAELI”!! this is what we’re talking about when we say scooter braun is playing a huge role in welcoming zionism to hybe. people are losing their homes, their land, their families, their LIVES.. this is about removing the facilitators of genocide from positions of power in every industry they leech on. and if you somehow can’t seem to understand that, you’re a zionist too. chart positions, views, album sales, whatever are not more important than the liberation of indigenous people. choosing to believe otherwise is cruel and evil, and choosing to argue with us over this makes you no ally to palestine. it makes you complicit to the normalization of zionism which is the primary force in the oppression and dehumanization of palestinian people.

i encourage you to download the songs elsewhere (so many google drive links and free streaming apps exist (for example: musi)). don’t stream the killa. refuse the normalization of zionism. make zionists UNCOMFORTABLE! they don’t deserve to experience peace when palestinians are living in constant fear because of the barbaric attacks by that illegitimate state trying to forcibly steal palestinian land.

below i’ve attached graphics from twitter made by palestinian fans and allies who are leading the boycott against hybe. if you would like more information i will link other important twitter accounts you can check out for more. you don’t have to follow the whole list but they ask we at least adhere up to priority 3!

i’m open to providing any other information you need. thank you for reading.

- yuri

important accounts/threads:

hybe boycott priority list thread

ARMY4PALESTINE

Music Lovers for Liberation

Zionists in Music

HYBE Boycott Update

Care for Gaza

[bassettmemes]

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

#sentence prompts #rp meme #rp prompt #rp prompts #writing prompts #sentence starter #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #writing prompt #sentence meme #rp #gossip girl sentence starters #gossip girl ask meme #gossip girl starters #gossip girl rp starters

[asgardianangel]

Jealousy- Jimmy Mcgill X fem! reader smutty one-shot

Warnings: 18+ smut, rough sex, little bondage (belt arounds wrists), unprotected sex, jealousy, praise kink, foreplay, forced kissing, age gap

summary: Jimmy finds out you had dinner with Howard Hamlin

You were friends with Jimmy for over a year now ever since you had taken care of his sick brother Chuck with his grocery shopping and other duties. 

 Now working as a lawyer for HHM, you always supported every decision Jimmy made for his own law practice given the hate he had for the firm you worked for.  

Especially for Howard Hamlin himself. 

Jimmy would call him all sorts of names and joked about doing some despicable pranks with venom at the tongue. You never understood where all this hatred came from. You always thought Howard was a good man that provided you with the expertise of the law and even the position you are in today. You couldn’t thank him enough. 

You tried your best to show Jimmy that Howard wasn’t ‘evil’ like he made him out to be but that caused Jimmy’s face to scowl and accusations of being a ‘Miss goody two shoes for the lord and saviour Howard’ being thrown at you. 

You didn’t like it. 

After a little fight with him you found yourself in Howard’s office asking him for his opinion on Jimmy to which he replied “nothing’s ever good enough for him I try to help him the best I can. Given he’s Chuck’s brother but it gets thrown back in my face” you sighed looking over at Howard “makes the two of us I do try convince him that you are not a bad guy but...I don’t know what to do” you responded hopelessly. 

“How about we discuss this more over dinner tonight?” Howard suggested and you were in thought about it you planned to meet up with Jimmy tonight. 

‘Guess I could make an excuse’ you thought 

“Sure, thing send me a message” you smiled  

- 

It felt weird meeting up with Howard in a not so work environment but it was an opportunity to possibly get Jimmy and Howard to see eye to eye with each other. You couldn’t stand the fact that your best friend is constantly bashing your employer. 

Howard spoke about his good friend Chuck and how they both agree that Jimmy’s attitude towards them both is mixed with both ‘sarcasm’ and ‘competition’ (often calling Howard’s support ‘charity’). Even shocking you with the time he copied the HHM logo and colour with his face and name. 

Jimmy did well hiding that from you. 

After a nice dinner and a in depth chat you waved Howard goodnight and headed home. 

Taking off your jacket and shoes at the door you switched the hallway lights on to jump at the sight of Jimmy standing there. 

His face didn’t look pleased...at all. 

“How long have you been standing there?” you breathed in question. 

Jimmy didn’t say a word but got up close and personally with you unexpectedly. 

“How was your date with lord Vader himself?” he seethed.  

You were confused. 

“It wasn’t a date...how did you know where I was?” you asked curiously. Jimmy chuckles a little and sighs. 

“Howard left you a voicemail about some paperwork and reminded you about ‘dinner tonight’ after you lied to me about a ‘family emergency’.” Jimmy made quotations with his fingers and carried on “you thought I wouldn’t find out” he mused at the end. 

‘Why the fuck is he acting like this?’ You question mentally as Jimmy suddenly started to back you up against the hallway wall. 

“Look I just wanted you and Howard to get along-Jimmy why the hell are you acting like this?” you asked he seemed to be admiring your desperation for answers and he was going to give them to you. 

You squeaked like a little mouse as he drove in on your unsuspecting lips for a hungry kiss. Clamping both hands on the sides of your face he groaned deeply when you finally accepted his eager tongue with a moan. 

“You didn’t think I would kiss you did you now?” he teased when he drew away from you allowing you to catch a breath. 

“Wha-” you were interrupted by Jimmy kissing you again but this time his hands took time to explore your body especially grabbing hold of your ass giving it a playfully smack. 

“See what you doing to me Y/n?” he asked grinding his crotch against you (he was already hard as a rock) you to moan feeling him rub against you like that. 

“Jimmy please-” he cuts you off with another smack. 

“Out of all men you could choose to go out with and you chose Howard. You should have picked me.” Jealousy was hitting Jimmy hard. 

“It wasn’t like that I-” 

Smack! 

Your ass was stinging from the harder impact and you hissed Jimmy rubbed it gently soothing you and then he commanded. 

“Get upstairs now sweetheart or do you want us to fuck in the hallway?” he asked making your legs trembled on what he desired tonight. 

You took careful steps upstairs and Jimmy followed behind you with another smack to your behind. When you got to the top, he pushed you to the wall again for another intense make out session. But this time snaking his hands behind you to unzip your dress letting it fall to your feet in a gasp. 

As Jimmy sucked on the sweet spot of your neck like a lustful leach you didn’t register the clink of his belt. Pulling it off Jimmy smirked at the look on your hot and flustered face. 

“Are you going let me do whatever I want to you sweetheart? He asks holding his belt up you nod eagerly wondering what he was going do to you. 

Jimmy takes your hands and wraps the belt around your wrists and tightens it. 

You never knew he was into this sort of thing. 

“You are not going be touching me but I’m going to be touching you” he tells you in a whisper before kissing your ear lobe. He guides you towards your bed by your hands and then pushes you on top of the plush bed covers. 

Jimmy crawls on the bed to you and kisses you deeply caressing your breasts “this won’t do” he hums and then unclips your lacy bra from the front and tosses it on the floor. 

“You are so beautiful” he compliments admiring your tits before fondling them with his big hands. Moaning a like a slut as he starts to sucks and lick your buds while stroking you through your panties (that was soaking wet). 

“Oh, baby is this all for me?” Jimmy asks in a groan he looks at you with them sparkling blue eyes of his “or is this for Howard?”  

“Jus-you just you Jimmy” you moaned more and then he suddenly tears off your underwear causing your thighs to quiver in anticipation. Coolness graces your awaiting heat as he tosses your ruined panties to the floor.  

Jimmy slowly and teasingly undid the buttons of his shirt as you breathed heavily in the comfort of your bed. His hands moved to his tented pants unzipping them and pushing them down along with his briefs. 

You moaned at the sight of his fat cock bouncing out to greet you Jimmy sighed in relief as you tugged on the belt around your wrists. 

Desperate to stroke his cock. 

Smirking Jimmy started doing just that as his other hand began to play between your legs. Feeling so flustered you closed your legs on his hand with a moan. 

“Open them back up for me beautiful” Jimmy hums nudging your thighs. So, you carefully spread them shyly causing him to make a hum of approval.  

“Good girl” 

You kept staring at his hard cock as he now used both hands between your legs (one to keep your legs open and the other playing with your sensitive bud). The wetness of your cunt allowed Jimmy to slide one of his long fingers in making you whine. 

“You are so tight sweetheart and all for me” he praised watching his finger worked his way in and out of you and then added another. The sound of your arousal coating his fingers was music to Jimmy’s ears as he rubbed your quivering bud more earing an even more desperate whine. 

You were going to cum already and he knew it by the alluring way your cunt clenched around his fingers to your moans. 

“Do it for me baby only for me” Jimmy encouraged working his fingers hard into you (even debating if he could add a third) 

All you could do with your hands bound and legs held open was to let go. So, you did and it felt amazing. 

Jimmy groaned when you gushed it was covering almost his entire hand. He then used your pleasure to coat his own cock. 

He had to make sure you were both ready for one another. 

“Howard could never do that” Jimmy told you as you panted like a mad dog. Kissing you again his hands reached to your tits fondling them. His attempt of distracting you as he positioned his fat cock at your cunt pushing it in with a strong groan erupting from his throat. 

“So soft and tight” 

You whimpered gazing up at him while he held your bonded hands above your head. It was a big stretch as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in (getting you used to the feeling of him inside you)  

“Such a good girl for me” he whispered in praise as your face contorted in absolute pleasure.  

His name fell from your lips on repeat with a moan as his hips drove into yours getting faster and faster. Heat was like a lustful whirlwind as you both fucked like wild animals. These fiery desires Jimmy held for you wished you discovered sooner as your cunt clenched around him like a vice. 

One of Jimmy’s hands moved to your poor bud again overstimulating the hell out of it. But it was soon enough as the knot in your tummy became loose and you eventually milked him for all he had in one powerful climb max. 

Jimmy groaned as he pulled out of you releasing the juices you created together and admiring as it dripped out onto the once clean bed covers. 

He gave you yet another sloppily kisses rubbing his hands over your body as you came down for the high. Caressing your cheek, he whispered sweet nothings to you. 

“Good girl” 

“You did so good for me beautiful” 

Then he grabbed a hold of your chin making you look him in the eye.

“Never go out with Hamlin or any other guy got it?” he asked his tone deep and soft. 

“I’m all yours Jimmy” 

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This is going to be a little different from my usual posts, but here I go anyways.

It is rare, especially now, for online content to make me really and truly happy. But today I saw something that both made me really happy and also made me think.

I was scrolling through TikTok and came across multiple videos of the same kind. A woman wearing a hijab was finding other Muslim women and was helping them try on a hijab for the first time. These videos brought me so much joy. The hijabi woman's gestures were so kind and loving, she seemed almost like an older sister to the other women. The care with which she helped them put on the hijab was so sweet. And then there was the reaction of the women to wearing a hijab for the first time. There were before and after shots, and every single time, the "after" photos of them in the hijab were so happy. It was so pure to see women finding joy in dressing in a way that brought them comfortable.

But even more interestingly, it was a joy I recognized. The sisterly and caring gestures of the more experienced hijabi were familiar too.

The joy I saw in the "after" photos was reminiscent of my emotions when I first intentionally dressed tznuis (Jewish modesty). It was recent, and I felt so comfortable and safe in the clothes I was wearing, and I recognized that comfort in the faces of the women in the videos.

The sweet and caring gestures of the experienced hijabi reminded me a bit of my interactions with rebbetzins and other older religious women in various communities. They're always so sweet and kind (in my experience of course), and I noticed that they frequently try to connect through touch. You know, putting a hand on my shoulder or elbow. Hugs, of course. Using those gestures to make people feel heard and listened to.

And that made me think. We are so much more similar than the media gives us credit for. In fact, it reminded me of an interaction I had with a classmate just last week.

In one of my classes, we were talking about cultural traditions, and we were supposed to pair up and discuss family traditions we have. I mentioned that I love celebrating New Year's because my family doesn't celebrate Christmas, but due to them coming to the US from ex-USSR countries, they brought over similar yet secular and unique traditions for New Year's.

The girl I ended up pairing up with mentioned that she also didn't celebrate Christmas, because she was Muslim, and then she started talking about what her family does for Ramadan.

We ended up having a really nice discussion, connecting over having to fast for holidays, being surrounded by a majority Christian world, and other things we had in common.

And at the very beginning of the year, a Jewish friend of mine and I were complaining to each other about how lame it was that there were only two cheese pizzas at the event, and the rest were all pepperoni (and therefore not kosher), which led into a discussion of accommodating dietary restrictions. We unintentionally ended up sitting next to a few Muslim girls who heard our conversation and joined in, and we had the fun experience of bonding over the pork-obsessed world we all live in.

So yeah. We're actually not as different as the media and politicians make us look.

This is why, as much as I try to advocate about antisemitism, I still try to call out Islamaphobia in my day-to-day life.

There really isn't an excuse for hating an entire group. No excuse for awful and slanderous generalizations, which I've seen made about both us and Muslims. Just as antisemitism shouldn't have any place in these discussions, neither does Islamaphobia.

In fact, I think it would be amazing if we could set aside our differences and unite on this issue.

I know we may feel adversely towards each other in regards to the Israel-Hamas war and our views on it. And I'm not going to force anyone to agree/disagree on all the same things about it. Both sides are hurt. Both sides are accusing each other of genocide, and neither one (majority, I know extremist views exist on both sides, that's not who I am talking about here) actually hates all of the other side to the point of wanting to kill each other.

Yes, we disagree. Yes, our disagreement right now is serious and valid. But there is something we can, I hope, agree upon, and that's the fact that neither side of what's happening should employ Islamaphobic/Antisemitic rhetoric.

So here's a summary of what I'm trying to say:

We aren't as different as we are portrayed to be. We aren't "natural enemies" or whatever people think. We are all human, and we should all be united in the fact that generalized hate has no place on either side.

Both Antisemitism and Islamaphobia are rising right now. We may not see eye to eye on everything, but we are all human, and we should all do our part in dealing with that rise in hate. Not contribute to it.

...

Even though I am trying to speak against hate and division right now, I am certain that I'm probably going to receive at least a few hateful or negative responses to this. But you know what?

I don't really care anymore. Those hateful people are not anyone I could ever change or convince. So I'm going to try and remind myself to pick my battles and not waste energy on pointless arguments. Hateful responses to this post will be blocked and deleted.

However, Muslims of Tumblr, if I did say anything culturally problematic or inaccurate (for example, if the term "hijabi" or "experienced" in regards to being a hijabi is somehow a problem) (or like if comparing wearing a hijab at all to tznuis clothing is an issue) please let me know so I can fix it! I tried to not be culturally insensitive but I don't really know all that much so please do let me know!

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#jumblr #jewish #judaism #jew #opinion #discourse #wholesome #positivity #unity #fight hate #antisemitism has no place here #Islamaphobia has no place here #antisemitism #islamaphobia

[moonlightazriel]

Traitor /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "do you think that maybe you could do and azrielx reader where the reader is falsely accused of treason and azriel is super mad, but then realises that its not true and is like suuuuper sorry. I love your writing so much btw."

Warnings: Mentions of blood, angst, torture and etc..

Word Count: 3,5K

Notes: Does this request mean that she was accused of treason against her court or cheating on Azriel? I got kinda confused, if this is not what you meant by this request please let me know.

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Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes, his heart shattering in his chest as he removed the hood covering her head, the face he loved to held between his hands, those eyes that would look at him with so much love, her hair was a mess and she had bruises all over her face, her eyebrow was split open, a black eye, and blood pouring out her nose. She didn't look at him in the eyes, she didn’t want to see the hurt in her lover’s eyes, it was too much to bear.

She had been delivered to him, with six other illyrians , the group was being accused of planning the murder of the high lord and lady, Azriel expected this from these males, but her? Conspiring against her own family, he felt sick, his heart dropping to his stomach, he looked away before he fainted, his mind tried to think about a motive, anything to justify this situation, and he had to hold his shadows on a leash so they wouldn’t rush to her, they yelled at him, about every wound covering her body.

“Why?” It was all he could say, his voice shaking with anxiety, even after everything he went through, this was the most painful of them all, he wanted to hold her, but even if he loved her with every fiber of his being, he was even more loyal to his brother and would never put him in danger, he knew better than that.

“Az.” She cried, the tears now streaming down her face and her voice creaking, he tried not to give in and grab her in his arms, he needed to wear the mask of the spymaster, the same he used to deal with traitors and criminals, she flinched as she saw his face changing, the dark expression covering his beautiful features, she was used with the harsh gaze but it was never directed to her, her heart started hammering against her rib cage, making it hard to breath. “It’s not what you think.”

“You have no idea of what i’m thinking.” He interrupted her, his voice cold and threatening, she breathed deeply, her head hurts and she tried to stop crying, she never thought that she would end up here, like this, her plan was easy, she didn’t expected that she would get caught before she finished it, she felt like an idiot. “So let me be clear, what i’m thinking is that my mate was conspiring against my brother, to kill him and his mate, for Mother knows what reason, and that she lied to my face pretending everything was okay.”

“I swear to you that i can explain everything, you just have to listen to me, it’s all i'm asking for.” He scoffed, he tried to hide his broken heart with anger, if he didn’t had closed his side of the bond, she would be able to feel the burning rage, confusion and especially the sadness he was feeling inside, he felt so hurt that he didn’t think he wanted to hear what she had to say, maybe he should ask Cassian or Rhys himself to take care of her. “If you will feel better, call Rhys over, so i can explain to him as well.” She knew him like the palm of her hand, and she would do everything to explain the situation and clean this mess.

He called his brother, he knew Rhys was just waiting somewhere in the Hewn City, he made sure to inform what was happening before getting to the interrogation. Rhysand stepped of the shadows, he's imponent figure faltering as he landed his eyes on Y/N, the same confused expression covered his face now, an eyebrow raised as he analyzed the scene.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the whole thing was really odd and he had a bad feeling.

“She was caught among the traitors, she’s trying to give excuses.” Azriel stated and she looked at Rhys, silently pleading for his help.

“I’m not a traitor.” She breathed, her throat dry, she couldn’t remember the last time she had something to drink, sighing she closed her eyes.

“Let’s hear what she have to say then, by the end of it, i will be able to tell if she’s lying or not.” Rhysand spoke, his voice loud and powerful, he felt sorry for her, so he made sure that she was comfortable before starting her story.

2 weeks earlier

Rhys had sent her to a monthly checking in the illyrian camps that were far away in the northern parts of the Steppes, she just had one job, to make sure the females were training and the lord was following the rules, he thought that if the females saw a powerful illyrian, a true warrior like Y/N was, they would get the courage and be inspired to join the training, he knew she was more than capable to defend herself, she certainly was more skilled and stronger than any of them.

When Y/N got there, things were unusually normal, the females were training and even sparring with some of the males, something that she only learned later that it was a trick to distract her, she wasn’t able to find the camp’s lord, when she asked around no one had seen him, she felt immediately that something was wrong, she couldn’t point out what yet, but she would find out soon.

She decided to search for him in his house, the residence carved in the mountain, when she reached for the doorknob, the door swing open and suddenly the lord was in front of her, he was acting strange, trying to get her away from the house, she could only see a group reunited in the living room before the door closed and he dragged her away.

Darian, the lord of the camp, was being extra friendly with her, inviting her to their nightly feast and offering her a bed in the camp, she knew she should have been more careful and payed more attention, but she just accepted, the food was good and the wine tasted delicious, but as soon as she felt her limbs going numb and her eyelids heavy, begging to be closed she knew she was fucked.

When she woke up, her whole body hurt, her head was still spinning and she felt her stomach twisting, the urge to throw up too strong that she just had enough time to turn her head to the side before the food she ate saw the daylight again, she inspired heavy after she had finish, a sour taste in her mouth while she looked around, the cell she was locked on was nasty, she was laying on a dirty mattress, the cell smelled like rotten food and death, if she had anything in her stomach, she would have throw up again.

She waited a whole day for someone to show up, Darian’s footsteps were loud against the stone floor, he crouched in front of the cell door, a smirk on his lips while he looked at her.

“I’m sorry that you’re being held in a such disgusting place, but we need you, you will help us to kill the high lord.” Y/N laughed at him.

“You’re more insane than i thought if you think i would do such a thing.” She rolled her eyes at the pathetic male.

“It’s not like your going to have a choice darling, i don’t think you quite understood me.” He got up, walking to another cell on the other side of the room. “Wake up sweetie.” He said, slamming his hands on the iron bars, she noticed the two bodies laying on the floor, her heart almost stop completely as she recognized the two figures, her whole body went still as her sister Maze and Easton, her nephew looked at her, they had fading bruises, she wondered how many days they were being held hostage in this hole. “If you don’t kill Rhysand and his whore, i will kill your precious sister, you thought that you could keep her hidden? Poor you.” He laughed and walked away.

She cried as she apologized to her sister, her heart breaking at the scene, Maze tried to comfort her sister, she knew that it wasn’t Y/N’s fault, she couldn’t be blamed by the cruelty the Illyrian males seemed to have within them. She promised to Maze that she would do everything in her power to set her free and to punish those who dared to inflict pain on her family, she knew she had to dance with them if she wanted to keep her sister alive.

They set her free two days later, she was being sent back to gather information, anything she could do to help them, they wanted to know where the high lord would be, with who, doing what and when, they were preparing an ambush for him, she knew they had someone keeping an eye on her, to make sure she did her part, so she pretended that everything was okay, she pretended to gather information and made sure to have public conversations so they would know that she was collaborating.

She tried to tell Azriel, but every time he asked why she was acting strange, the terrified faces of her family crossed her mind while Darian’s word ringed in her head, promising that if she told anyone, he would kill her sister and would sent both of their hearts to her as a gift, so she just kept quiet, saying she was tired and he shouldn't worry about her, it broke her heart having to lie to him, but she was in a delicate situation, she had to filter everything that she sent down the bond to make sure he wouldn't notice her fear and desperation, it was the hardest part.

She got back to the camp, 1 week later, Darian was waiting for her with a wicked grin and his guards were behind him, she felt defeated, her heart was completely broken and her spirit was almost as damaged as her heart, she didn’t know for how long she could keep doing this before breaking entirely.

“You’ve been a really good girl.” He clapped and she felt the bile rising in her mouth, ready to throw up on this disgusting male. “But we just come up with a even better idea, I’m sure your going to love this one.” He said, his hands flickering in the air and his guards moved, she didn’t had the strength to fight anymore, this could cost her sister’s life, so she just let them hand cuff her, and walked with them silently, once she was locked in that cell again, he spoke. “Your fucking mate will be devastated if he saw that his precious slut is working against her family, so devastated that he won’t even seek revenge once his brother is gone. All the information you gave was helpful and now we don’t need you anymore.” He turned around ready to leave, his voice distant as he commanded. “Now let the party begin.”

They would go down there every day to beat her up, she closed her end of the bond so Azriel wouldn’t feel her pain and her hopes dying every day, at least they left her sister and nephew alone, ever since they started torturing her, they wouldn’t rise a finger against her sister and for that she was glad. Maze tried to reassure Y/N, telling her that they would get out of there soon, but as time went on she was starting to doubt her own words.

When they got her out of the cell, she felt weak, dehydrated and dizzy, she hadn’t anything to eat or drink in three days, she was fighting to stay awake while they dropped her on the ground, Darian was looking at her, she noticed the other six figures also laying on the ground with her.

“It’s the big day honey, time for you to shine.” She didn't understand what he meant, but as soon as the kicking and punching started, she knew that they would deliver her to Azriel as a traitor, all she could think was what this would do to her mate, she knew this would break him beyond the point of repair, she tried to fight, tried to escape for him but it was useless, when she woke up again, everything was black, she felt her body being moved and the sound of water, the smell was pungent and it reeked of sadness and regret, she knew exactly where she was. She was in the interrogation chambers underneath the Court of Nightmares, she was in her mate's hands.

Present

Rhys handed her the cup of water, which she sipped greedily, the liquid soothing her sore throat, she felt like she was going to black out but she couldn’t help as she kept pushing the water down. Azriel felt conflicted, he had his mate telling him that she was forced to do it but he also had letters from her, he would recognize her calligraphy anywhere, the sensitive information about Rhysand and Feyre, he didn’t know if they were true information, he felt his heart split in two, the wanting to believe her burning stronger in his chest than the doubts in his head. He waited for his brother, if all she said was true, Rhys would know, he didn’t dare to say a thing while he looked at the two, he knew that he was looking in her mind, his Daemati powers were a blessing in times like this.

The chains dissipated in thin air as she sobbed relieved, she let her mind open, inviting Rhys in, allowing him to see everything he pleased, she didn’t have anything to hide from him, and he felt her pain and her loneliness as she dealt with that alone, he walked over to her, helping her stand and hugged her, his hands gently holding her, afraid that she would break. It was in this moment that Azriel knew he fucked up, that he should’ve believed his mate, as she cried hard in another male’s arms, he didn’t know what to say or do to make up for her, the guilty starting to spread in his mind like poison.

He approached them shyly, his feet barely making any noise as he walked, his hand touching the high lord’s shoulder and he turned to face Azriel, he silently handed Y/N to him, Azriel wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her face even deeper in his chest, sobbing louder as her crying got more hysterical, she felt like she disappointed her mate, and that, was too much for her.

“Az, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know what to do.” She cried, her voice strangled and weird, he grabbed her even close and felt his own tears gathering in his eyes at the sight of his broken mate, he didn’t noticed Rhysand disappearing behind him, the high lord was going to fix this while Azriel would try to fix his Y/N.

“You don’t have to apologize, you were just trying to protect you family, I’m the only that should be sorry, for doubting you.” He said, his voice a whisper while he tried to hold his own emotions, he needed to be strong for her. “Let’s get out of here, you should see a healer.” He then winnowed them both back to Velaris, he got her straight to the healers hall, so Madja could check on her. He stayed glued to her side as she slept, Madja administrating a sleeping potion to make her rest, she had two broken ribs and was severely dehydrated, he felt his mind getting a little calmer as he watched her peacefully sleeping, the bruising slowly starting to fade.

When Rhysand showed up again, he was holding a female and Cassian was behind him, with a child in his arms, Madja quickly made sure to take care of Maze and Easton, as Azriel dismissed his brothers, saying it was his fault and he should be to one to look after them, Rhys tried to argue, saying that it wasn’t his fault but his words fell on deaf ears.

The healers would come two times a day to make sure they were fine, Azriel had not left her side, only when Cassian dragged him home, to at least shower. He felt terrible leaving her there, his body claimed to be with her, wanting to be by her side when she woke up. He was heading to bed when he felt something pulling in his chest, he knew what that meant, he rushed to the opposite direction, flying off the balcony to get to the healers hall as fast as possible, his wings flapping faster and the wind whipping his face, he didn’t care about his state when he landed, rushing through the doors.

She was awake, her body felt numb and she felt slightly confused, her mind foggy as she tried to piece things together, when he brushed through the doors, everything came crashing down, every memory and dark feeling that made her chest heavy, she looked away, feeling ashamed to look him in the eyes, his heart broke a little more at her fragile state. . Her eyes landed on the sleeping bodies, her family safe once more, she tried to contain the silent tears but it was useless, she felt so tired and defeated, she felt him grabbing her hand, her head slowly turning to her mate. She didn’t find in herself any reason to blame him, she was acting suspicious for days, she knew he had the letters that she sent to them, why would he think differently from what was being shown to him? Azriel was about to open his mouth when she shut him.

“If your going to apologize, there’s no need. I understand that you were led to believe I was a traitor, they did the same to me, but I need you right now, I need my mate, and I know your going to blame yourself, so please don’t, if someone should be blamed, It’s Darian and his camp.” Azriel pondered her words, hearing them brought a weird relief to his heart, he knew that things wouldn’t be easily fixed right away, but she needed him and he wanted to be there for her.

“He’s being held on the same filthy cell he locked you, Rhysand is waiting for you to decide what you want to do with him.” She knew that this was coming, of course he would give the decision to her, and for that, she was grateful. She didn’t know if killing him would do anything for her, but she knew that would make her sister feel safe, and she would do everything in her power to make sure that her family was safe.

3 days later

When Rhysand got to the healers hall to visit Y/N, he offered to her sister to just erase this tragic moment from her life, she didn’t accept, she wanted to remember everything that she gone through but for Easton, she chose to make him forget, he was to young to have to deal with such a thing, he also offered her a new start, a life in the Dawn Court, she gladly accepted, needing a fresh start somewhere else, Maze made Y/N promise to her that she would forgive herself, it wasn’t fair that they just kept taking things from them, Y/N hugged Maze with all her strength, telling her how much she loved her and how she was proud of her big sister. She had told Maze about her decision against Darian, and all Maze did was nod her head and tell her to “Make him pay”.

Y/N got shivers all over her body when she and Azriel landed in the camp, she looked around, the field now empty, it was like a ghost town, tents everywhere but no one to live in them, Azriel held her close as he walked her to the cells block. She held her breath as she got there, the smell of blood even worse than she remembered, her hands shaking as she stopped in front of the same cell she was held hostage just a few days ago. Darian was severely injured but still alive, his eyes looked at her, the sarcastic gaze long gone while he started to plead for her to have mercy on him.

“You weren’t merciful when you tortured my sister or my nephew, a mere child, you weren’t merciful when you forced me to work against my family and lie to them, there’s no need for me to show you any mercy, you don’t deserve it.” She finished, extending her hand to Azriel, where he softly placed truth teller, the cold blade freezing in her hand, holding it tightly, in one move, a clean cut in his throat, his body collapsed on the ground, blood pouring out of him like water, cleaning the dagger, she handed it back to its owner and turned away. Ready to leave this nightmare behind, with her mate glued on her side.

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[bitacrytic]

Do you think Vegas would have been just as much a coward when it came to his dad? I mean if it came down to the choice of Pete and gaining his dad's love, don't you think Vegas would have thrown Pete away just like that too? I am not saying he won't despair over it. That for the rest of his life it wouldn't have been a sore spot- but isn't cowardice that you accuse Kinn of, there in Vegas too?

They're both cowards when it comes to their fathers. No doubt. But it's not to the same degree.

Vegas was holding a whole sting operation without his father's knowledge. Something that he instilled in Ken as so important that Ken would rather die than disclose.

Vegas had Tawan sequestered off somewhere, regardless of the fact that his violent father, unlike Korn, was a homophobic piece of shit.

Now, regarding their fathers and their boyfriends. I'll give two examples that sum up each man's ability to think for himself.

In the beginning of Kinn's relationship, while he was falling in love, after he'd slept with a drugged Porsche, Kinn was asked to do something about Porsche's behaviour. Even while knowing that Porsche was targeted because of him. Keep in mind that this is Kinn who is supposed to be the "better" cousin. But when his father gives him that lecture, he runs to go punish Porsche.

On the other hand, in the beginning of Vegas' relationship, even before he saw Pete as a human being, while he was torturing Pete and contemplating how to break him, Kun commanded Vegas to kill Pete. Vegas didn't. And he wasn't even in love with Pete. He didn't care about Pete. His father gave him an order and Vegas just ignored it in favor of doing his own thing.

Let's not forget, that Vegas went to war with the main family and warned every single one of his men to NOT shoot Pete. He didn't have to explain anything to them. He didn't have to go and hold a conference with his father and brother and EXPOSE A RELATIONSHIP THAT WAS MEANT TO BE PRIVATE. He just gave an order. Kinn couldn't even protect Porsche WITHIN his organisation, without exposing their relationship to his father. Which Porsche wasn't ready to do. So, once again, in favor of his father's grace, Porsche was put in another awkward position.

Yeah, both guys are cowards in the sense that they're choosing to have a family feud over something that's between their fathers. They're adults, but still afraid to step away, outrightly.

But the difference is that Vegas is independent. He has been shown to think for himself. Even when it didn't concern romance or anyone else. Long before he met Pete, Vegas has been thinking for himself.

Kinn, however, has been an "obedient" son. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, except for the fact that he keeps using that obedience as an excuse to get in Porsche's good graces. There's nothing wrong with doing your father's bidding. It becomes irritating if you do it, then go visit your boyfriend and claim to not like your father's actions. Only to turn around and embrace your father again and obey him.

Vegas has never once said, "my father made me do it." He's done fucked up shit, but it's been his decision. Ever since he fell in love with Pete, we haven't seen him have to choose between his father and Pete. Now his father is dead and immortalised as a martyr in his head. But we already know that Vegas has the potential to do go against Kun.

We've seen him do it.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

that you bake of this

I find it interesting how the first poster is accusing groups of TB stans of not handling criticism, when TG stans (particularly Alicent stans) are the ones most often "melting and crying" over criticism.

Pointing out Alicent's hypocrisy and cruelty, the fact that Aegon is a rapist, and Aemond was a coward and cruel are all met with screaming. They flat out deny any facts of canon that show how awful their favs are. I've been told to kill myself multiple times just for pointing out actual canon things Alicent has done. Like, the call is coming from inside the house TG lmao.

I don't deny that there are certain people who claim to be TB but have absolutely braindead takes (namely certain Daemon stans, which is very sad). But the fact of the matter is, those people are a very small percentage. The percentage of insane people who can't stand criticism is wayyyyyyy larger in the TG fandom.

Most of TG stans' so-called criticism of Rhaenyra is just calling her a whore, saying she roll over and take any injustice, and that she's not nice enough. Of course we get annoyed and angry with that, it's not even actual criticism; it's just noise. The few times they actually have valid critiques of Rhaenyra, they still tie it in with calling her a fat whore. Anything of worth they could possibly offer is always completely bound to their intense hatred of Rhaenyra.

No, Rhaenyra isn't perfect, we don't expect people to just blindly worship her. She's not a good person, she's classist, and she wrongfully ordered the executions of innocent people twice. However, she's the rightful heir, that's literally a fact. We expect Rhaenyra to be supported because she's a victim of the patriarchy and misogynists. She doesn't have to be your favorite character, but the fact remains that she's the rightful queen and the Greens are usurpers and warmongers.

As for the whole "team smallfolk" idea: it's basically always used as an excuse to be blatantly hateful towards Rhaenyra. The "team smallfolk" and "team neutral" people never attack the Greens with the same vigor as they do Rhaenyra and her family. In fact, most of them even say that they're "green leaning".

The contradiction in this idea of supporting the smallfolk and the Greens simultaneously is that if the Greens hadn't interfered, the Dance and the deaths of the thousands of smallfolk wouldn't have happened. Rhaenyra and the Blacks didn't start the war, the Greens did. The Greens committed the most atrocities and refused every single offer of peace Rhaenyra offered.

I think the second poster is hilarious though. I don't know if they're TG, I assume so based on the subreddit. I don't know if they meant to, but they pointed out just how hypocritical the first poster's mini rant was. The first poster tacked on "Also they hate "Team Smallfolk," and the second poster pointed out how most of TG also just don't give a shit. Even if the second poster isn't TG and was just going to that subreddit to start something, there are still so many TG stans who admit that the smallfolk don't matter to them. I even had an anon once tell me that the maids Aegon raped don't matter to them as an answer to why they like and support him. I'm not going to say that they're right on not caring, but at least they're not hiding behind that false moral superiority.

Like I said earlier, the Greens were the ones who caused the deaths of thousands of smallfolk, both indirectly by starting the war and directly through Aemond and Daeron. The Greens didn't care about the smallfolk in any way, they only cared about power. Any TG stans who act like they're "better for the smallfolk" are delusional.

To sum up my thoughts: the first poster is projecting. Every single one of their criticisms apply better to their own group. The delusion and false superiority that poster displays are hilarious and frustrating.

#anti team green #anti team green stans #anti alicent stans #anti aegon ii stans #anti aegon ii targaryen #anti aemond targaryen #anti aemond stans #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #asoiaf #anti team neutral #most of you are faking

[bellafragolina]

*tumbles in and runs straight at the wall* hey remember my other request with the twins with a soulmate they hate? WELL! I wanted to write it and I'm in a bind, so here I am with another related request!

Imagine being still ignored by the twins, you had received their letter -too polite, too formal- about the situation and you just felt even more depressed. At least they would give you a chance? But team plasma and the subsequent trials and jail time and even now being on probation, all of it had eroded your sense of self. You were finally getting back on your feet, found a normal job. Only now, you were forced to take the subway, and found yourself often seeing the twins. Your soulmates. Their rejection hurt but you understood.

It all came to an abrupt stop one late evening. You were taking the subway back home, and someone roughly grabbed you by the shoulder and whipped you around on the platform. They were screaming at you, about how you stole their pokemon. Oh, of course. This was a trainer you stole from years ago, when you were still in team plasma. You could only babble apologies through your tight chest, breath becoming heavier by the second.

You didn't know how much time passed as they threw profanities and even fists at you when two tall figure stood in front of the trainer. You looked through tears to see Ingo and Emmet, standing tall each with one arm outstretched in an X motion to stop the altercation. Only, they were looking right at you, both of their silver eyes full of anger at the sight of you.

"What is the meaning of this? Fighting is not allowed on the platforms." Ingo's voice dripping with disgust.

"Did you steal their pokemon? They say you did. Give it back." Emmet continued, clearly trying to hide his emotions.

You could only look at them in surprise. Did they think you stole a pokemon? That you would just stand there instead of running like any thief would?

"I didn't steal anything!" you pleaded as tears started to fall. "I... Maybe in the past... But not now! I haven't stolen pokemon in years! I left team plasma!"

"That's your excuse? Verrry bad. I am Emmet. I don't believe you."

Your fear and sadness quickly turned into seething rage. Yes you made bad decisions in the past, haunted by beliefs you no longer held, and yet actively chose to redeem yourself for you, not anyone else. Now you were being accused by your own soulmates in public.

"Then don't believe me, Emmet!" You yelled at the twins. "I haven't stolen anything! Yes I did steal from this person years ago, and wrote a formal apology during my trial! You don't trust me? Fine! But I'm not the one hitting someone else, yet you accuse me? Check my belongings, look through everything, I don't care! I did not steal anything.

"And while we're here, your stupid letter, let's talk about that! I've accepted that you don't want me. Hell, I get it! I wouldn't want myself either! But you don't get to tell me I stole your soulmate from you. I am here, and I am myself. I didn't spend [x number of] years of therapy to believe I stole myself from myself, my past is behind me and I never, EVER, want to go back. I was a CHILD! I was indoctrinated young by family members, children believe in their parents! I trusted them but now I know they were wrong!

"Also you know what I lost from this? I can't even own or even handle pokeballs anymore! I had partners I raised from eggs, my deino was so anxious she could never go anywhere, and my murkrow took pride in being by my side, and you know what the so called 'justice' did? They rehoused them. I'm not even allowed to ask how they're doing. I always released the pokemon in close-by areas in case they wanted to go back to their trainers, and many did! Bonds are a lifetime thing. I can't even know if they're okay! All I know is that supposedly they were placed in one of those low-care zoos they call sanctuaries, and I'll never see them anymore.

"So you know what? Fuck both of you. Fuck this whole thing! Keep ignoring me like you did, or even better, let other trainers just hit me as they please since you clearly hate me that much. I didn't steal myself from you, you just lost your Ideal of who I am. And when the Truth stares you in the face, you can't accept it. That's not a 'me' problem, that's a 'you' problem, and I can't fix it for you." You spat out as you turned on your heels and ran out of the station, tears prickling your eyes. Only this time out of anger and frustration.

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That's where I am! NOW! Question is, how would the twins react to that, erm, outburst? I was thinking that they would kinda change their opinions on the reader? Like, now they at least have context to put their actions into perspective, and maybe at least consider what they said.

I had the angst muses tugging at me to make the reader's pokemon just being absolutely miserable, but with no way for them to help. And reader can't even visit them to see if they're okay, so if any of the twins go to see them (if they find them), they catch the smallest smell of reader and they're desperate to go back to them. After all, Deino is blind and trusted reader for anything movement related, and Murkrow is extremely loyal to its flock leader so now it feels super alone?

Also the whole Ideal vs Truth thing? Yiiiiis this thing is perfect for it

i agree, and i am in tears over this i hope you know. i've done my best to offer you a continuation from where you left off. i hope it's good!!

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Both twins are left in shocked silence after your outburst. The air is heavy, quiet broken only by the person swearing at them and chasing after where you ran to "teach you a lesson." The twins stumble after him, not wanting there to be any more violence, but as the person discovers, you're gone. Disappeared into the crowd with no trace of you, besides the bag you left behind.

They carry the bag back to their shared office, minds still reeling with all the new information. There's no Pokémon in the bag, like you said, but there are some various items. Your subway card, a small calendar with various work schedules and small doodles inside. There are even old, faded photographs.

Ingo cradles one, the subject clearly you cradling eggs. You're so small, eyes bright and hopeful as you grin at the camera, two familiar Plasma Team leaders at your side. The back reads your name, and the date of your "entrance into the family, ready to help the world!"

"Do you think they had a family?" Ingo asks quietly.

"Team Plasma tended to take from fosters, children with no one else." Emmet says, reminding them both of the statistics everyone knows. Yet, he thinks, despite knowing these statistics, reforming former members of the team are never treated kindly. "So no. Probably not."

Another photo is found. This one has you, older, a teenager, in uniform. Your eyes are less bright, and your smile is smaller, tired. Your Pokémon, Deino and Murkrow, are hatched and older now. Yet, even with how faded the photograph is, Ingo can see the way both Pokémon lean into you, fondness evident in their body language.

"I don't think they're who we thought." Ingo says. Emmet doesn't look up from the small Murkrow feathers in a clear case. "I don't think we ever knew who they really were."

"Should we. . . find them?"

"This is their bag. We will give it back to them." Ingo carefully places the items back. "And. . . apologize."

Yet, as they decide to apologize to you, a rock sits in their stomachs. A feeling a dread hangs over them, telling them one apology isn't going to do much, not after everything that's already occurred.

When they go home for the evening, Ingo's mind wanders to you. Deino's are blind. He can picture you, present you, guiding one around, smiling and stroking it whenever it began to shake from nervousness. He can see Murkrow perched on your head, hanging into your view whenever it wants attention.

Emmet is similarly lost in the clouds, mind lingering on the old photos. Your smile grew smaller as the years passed, until it was gone completely. What did Team Plasma do to you? Did you even want to steal? You must've thought you were doing the right thing, but you also broke away. . . Did they hurt you? He feels sick thinking about it, and like he needs to protect you.

Protect you from people like himself.

The brothers buckle down on their intent to talk with you, apologize and just talk, but you've become like a ghost. You find a depot agent to get your bag back from, and then they stop seeing you on the trains. You've begun hiding, even from their cameras. Or did you just leave? They're scared they chased you off for good now.

When did things become so hopeless?

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for some reason, i get the feel that this doesn't really have a happy ending, even if things get better for the twins and reader. especially since public figures would receive such backlash for being with their former-plasma soulmate

have a good day!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #angst

[traumatizedjaguar]

Be careful about how you set boundaries or talk to a dangerous, vindictive, mentally unwell person bc they get paranoid very easily and will take anything you say the wrong way, and if you genuinely word something off on accident an apology won’t suffice bc they will come after you and try to fuck your life up or rape you over it and extreme people like this have no innate morality or heart. Just full of paranoia and anger issues. Best to keep your words MINIMAL meaning just say “leave me be please!” Or “I don’t wanna be bothered, thank you.” MIN-A-MAL.

Even then they’ll find a reason to hurt you;

for an example I set a boundary with a person when I was younger and when I said I didn’t want to talk and was sitting in my history class waiting for my teacher to arrive (to save my ass) the girl gave me a dirty look and accused me of talking shit, when I emphasized I just didn’t wanna talk, she said I obviously hated her bc “everyone did” and I didn’t know how to respond to my intentions being interpreted and my boundaries being set. Toxic response of her, although I sympathized with where she was coming from I didn’t realize the malice intentions this kid actually had.

So when I say mentally unwell, toxic people…if you notice red flags, and they can be subtle, you MUST steer clear of them always, set boundaries as nice as you can, and run! And don’t try to feel bad for them bc that’s a mistake that’ll get you hurt, just LEAVE. Make up any excuse or lie you can if you want, but set HARD boundaries and say you’re simply not interested in talking.

If you feel in immediate danger, esp a man, give a fake phone number if they ask for one (you can have one ready on a fake number app that’s downloadable, and temporary number websites) and act enthusiastic about seeing them “later in the week” bc you’re busy and gotta go somewhere rn and try to stay with a group of friends or family members when going out. Keep mace on you always and even a recording device and dash cam on your car for police evidence.

Here’s a life saver: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2gkABqLt3G/?igsh=eXN0NmM1aTlvbTFz

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#my text #vindictive #manipulators #manipulation tactics #psychological abuse #gaslighting awareness #gaslighting #gaslight #gaslit #emotional abuse #boundaries #egotistical men #misogynist #misogynistic #incel #incel behavior #dangerous men #Instagram #big fragile egos #egotism #incel culture #I often got asked by multiple toxic people if I hated them and that they don’t believe my answers when I give them #HUGE RED FLAG #pro recovery people would not take their symptoms out on you AT ALL don’t lower your standards and stay clear of red flags

[manofmanymons]

(Possible spoilers!!) Have you ever thought about how maybe one of the reasons why Kaito gets so upset whenever someone claims to "know" what Miu wants/likes is because that's probably what her stalker did? Claim to know her better than herself/her family?

I think about these siblings and their past a lot lol. I'm so curious how their personalities and their relationship must've been like before the incident. Hope you have a good day!

Yes! It seemed like that guy made a lot of claims about what Miu wanted and how she felt that weren't true but that their parents believed anyway. Seeing as Kaito is generally the one who's more hung up on what happened back then (namely that he didn't notice sooner and stop it), it makes sense that that would be why he overreacts to anything that even slightly reminds him of it. If the last time someone tried to tell him they know what she wants, they were trying to manipulate him into letting them hurt her, he wouldn't exactly be keen on letting anyone else get away with it, even if their intentions are innocent.

On that note, hot take but I think that whole situation is also the reason he gets Weird™️about Takuma asking about what he loves about Miu. Cuz understandably I feel like most people's initial reaction to him saying he's not into his sister seemingly unprovoked is "hey what the fuck?" But like,,,in the context of everything they've been through, I can see how being asked if there's some reason he cares about her so much would read like an accusation to him. Like he was being compared to that guy. I mean, it kinda was a weird question to begin with--why would he need a reason to care about his sister?

Slightly unrelated tangent but I personally always found it weird that the other characters acted like it was weird that he worried about her so much. Like bro that's his baby sister. She's 2 apples tall. Even without the tragic backstory any half-decent brother would be worried alkkfdjak.

Anyways on the note of what they were like in the Before Times, just the other day I was telling one of my friends about how much I love MarineAngemon as a partner for Miu. Bc thinking about how...oh hell I haven't played this game in a MINUTE, I think it was the fake Syakomon(?) that accused her of pretending to like things she hates and hate things she likes + how she loved how cute the amusement park mons were + the way Kaito talks about her I feel like he's not actually being totally delulu about how cute she is. I feel like she probably did act a lot more cutesy but stopped because of Certain Life Events. So having her mega be something very small and very cute but still very strong is Neat, I think. Like she got a piece of her real self back and isn't so afraid of it anymore.

I'm also pretty positive that Kaito's always been a doting loser alfdkja. Like,,,his response to Minoru being worried about him letting Miu boss him around was just "hey how long do you think I've been doing this big brother thing for" lmao. Literally 0 backbone on that boy. As long as it isn't dangerous, Miu gets whatever Miu wants ToT And Miu saying he used to always pat her head wtf why are they so cute.

ALSO I NOTICED THEY BOTH REFER TO TAKING DOWN THE MASTER AS GOING AFTER THE "FINAL BOSS" SO YOU CANNOT TELL ME THEY DIDN'T PLAY A LOT OF VIDEO GAMES TOGETHER. NERDS WHO BOTH USE VIDEO GAME TERMINOLOGY IRL I LOVE THEM.

Anyways thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about Miu and Kaito again, I miss them dearly every day of my life and think about them constantly.

#digimon survive #i did not proofread this post at all #kaito shinonome #miu shinonome #did you know those are still the two tags that pop up first whenever i go tag something on tumblr #that's how much i have prattled on about them #i say anything at all and tumblr is like ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SHINONOME SIBLINGS AGAIN alfdkja #my beloveds #the squimgies #also #it is my friends personal theory #that after what happened with tai and kari back in the day #that the writers just wanted an excuse to make kaito look dead into the camera and tell the audience not to misinterpret their relationship #which uhhhh #*stares at the survive tag on ao3 in agony and dismay* #anyway ily anon i hope you're having a wonderful time

[pigeonwit]

notes from the july 29th afternoon show, because i want to remember it forever

honestly? crutchie’s kind of a jerk and i love it. like how davey got more weird as the production progressed, i think crutchie got more cynical. He is very irritable when jack starts ranting about santa fe, brushing him off, rolling his eyes, trying very hard not to get too swept up in the fantasy… when he starts getting too caught up in it, he sort of shakes himself out of it – ‘so – so what, you got folks there?’. he gets angry when jack won’t help him down, looks like he’s about to cry in frustration after ‘watch me run’, he tries to slap jack off of him when he grabs his shoulder but stops when he says ‘don’t you know that we’s a family?’… it HURT man this kid is clearly trying so hard not to hope for a better life but he can’t help it…

morgan was on for albert and the moment he was on stage he was choosing violence. he’s so frustrated to be woken up and he is constantly starting shit with ANYONE.

race got WAYY up in the delanceys faces – i think someone said owen’s mike wasn’t working so he had to? – and albert looked so excited at the idea that they were about to throw down for literally no reason.

davey is not only terrified but he is the epitome of that fear may not be intrinsically autistic but I know I’ve experienced it far too much in my life. he is so terrified of getting things wrong that he is constantly trying to explain himself to people who either are not listening or do not care. par exemple:

"ungrounded accusations!" "no - no! i just want what i paid for!"

"get the new kid 50 more papes!" "(frantically) nonono i dont want more papes!!" (in my head I think he thought he’d have to pay for them himself – he looked surprised that jack covered the cost for him)

“buy a pape from a poor orphan boy?” "no, no, hes not an orphan!" (he tries to RUN to les’s side but jack grabs him and keeps him from intervening – and davey looks so uncomfortable as he watches and as he tries to convince les that they have to go back to school.)

"who're... they?" "scabs, what do you think?!"

oscar just chucks daveys papers on the floor and davey sideeyes him so hard for it.

when jack keeps trying to help him he gets this moment of frustration where he snaps "i am no charity case!" like he NEEDS people to know that he can take care of himself – and then he pauses, surprised and probably embarrassed by his outburst, and quietly adds "i dont even know you. excuse me." and tries to leave.

his sass is so quiet and understated at first – he’s so obviously got SO MUCH to say but he’s just not allowed to because he HAS to be responsible here. when he says “who said we want a partner?” and “if hes the best, whats he need with me?”, he’s sort of mumbling it to the air, not expecting anyone to respond.

o the autism ryan kopel channels. davey squirms and twitches when the newsboys are being loud and laughing. jack keeps touching davey while davey flinches away, then gradually lets him touch more as the show goes on. he pulls davey back when davey tries to leave as the union forms, and as jack speaks you can see davey growing more and more convinced.

when they’re selling with jack, davey runs in from flushing trying to sell papers to the audience – and i think someone genuinely tried to take one? because ryan had to say ‘paper? evening paper for you? oh! um – no, actually, not you-”

"why dont you come home with us?" [beat] "FOR DINNER. I MEAN."

i’m a firm believer of ‘davey did not fall in love with jack at first sight nor did he fall in love when he saw the painting for the first time’ – but you can clearly see davey re-adjusting the way he sees jack when he sees the painting. after snyder chases them, he was FURIOUS that jack might’ve put les in danger – but when he sees the painting, he sort of slows down ("no, youre... REALLY good...")

when lillie gives les a feather from her outfit to tuck into his hat, it falls out, so davey very bashfully picks it up like he’s worried they’ll get in trouble for making a mess.

he – with a completely :| expression – slaps his hand over les’s eyes when the beauties choreo gets a bit more Leggy. i’m also fairly certain lindsay’s bowery beauty was dancing towards davey – or at the very least the guy sitting next to him – while he just looked right past her to stare at jack. he’s trying so hard to figure this guy out. he is ENAMOURED.

(so i had my hands clasped right up to my neck all through the show trying not to stim – and i guess lillie saw me doing that ‘cause we made eye contact during that’s rich and she did some of the pointing and waving choreo towards me – i think i was visibly straightening up in my chair like ‘hi… :’D’)

when the price rises jack clearly knows that this is for REAL for real but he’s trying so hard to put on a brave face.

davey keeps batting jack off of him and squirming away from his touch but the more jack talks, the more he leans into it.

when jack says “i bet if your father had a union, your family wouldnt be in this mess!” davey does this very tiny begrudging “ys…” – and i’m not sure if michael just didn’t hear him or if ryan’s done this before because there’s a pause and then he sort of huffs and says, louder and more firmly, “YES 🙄”

“so who tells pulitzer… davey?” “[irritated] i dont KNOW, i - [hesitant] i dont know... i guess... you do, mister president.”

the newsies all cheer when he says this and gesture at him to join the group, yelling "yeah davey cmon!!" etc, touching him and welcoming him. he shakes hands with finch, claps shoulders with race, full on hugs albert and crutchie, and a lot more i couldnt 100% identify.

spencer was on for romeo and i stg there was a running joke of things never going romeos way. when jacobi says “a glass of water for-” jojo raises his hand and goes “me!!!" and when romeo takes it he puppy dogs until romeo begrudgingly gives it. jojo does give it back but romeo does not look pleased about drinking second hand water. when medda says 'oh honey i was just talking about you!' and splasher (i think?) rises, romeo says 'PIPE DOWN shes talking to me!!' very proudly with his cap doffed over his chest - but when she says 'listen sport, life’s too short to waste it on you' all the other newsies side-eye him until he sits back down, embarrassed. when les yells 'GUYS!!' at jack and kath kissing, im fairly certain it was him who yelled 'WHAT?!' very affrontedly

“who wants brooklyn?” – mike pulled his neckerchief over his eyes and blocked his ears and stayed like that for WAAAY too long. several of the newsies stuff their heads in their bags and just do not take them off so when they’re agreeing with jack on ‘brooklyn’s the sixth largest city in the world’ there’s just six bags nodding in the group - and also mike, nodding with a blindfold on and his hands over his ears, pretending he still can't hear anyone.

jack is putting on his confident little fuckboy façade SO much when he’s talking to katherine – but when he says ‘do i look scared?’ he just… crumbles a little and says very quietly ‘but, um… ask me again… in the morning.’

davey is very clearly trying to joke when he says “if you look and see brooklyn then they’re with us!” and race fully LUNGES at him – jack has to physically hold him back.

when davey is telling jack "we HAVE to stick together or we don't have a chance!" jack says "i know", then places a hand on his chest and says, "i hear you." - and davey is still for a moment before following jack back towards the scabbers. im not sure if this davey has ever been so earnestly heard before.

tommy boy goes to the delancey's for help as the other scabbers join the strike - instead of helping him, they just bless him with his crucifix and send him back into the fray, which i found to be a really interesting coin-flip on how crutchie and the delanceys seem to view religion. crutchie seems to be more abstract about it, focusing more on paying it forward, being there for his newsies and being civil to people even though he dislikes them (eg 'good morning, mr wiesel' - he clearly does not like weasel at ALL but he'll still be civil). meanwhile the delancey's seemed to have this attitude of 'have faith, god will help you! but we won't.'

when jack yells "newsies, get em!", he bodily shoves davey out of the fray when he tries to jump in so he can protect les instead.

crutchie is SCREAMING in agony and cries "no, NO!" when snyder takes him away.

race chucked the paper at davey during KONY, which ryan fumbled and dropped and looked so deadpan :| about.

there were some good racevid moments throughout the show actually. during KONY race leaps onto daveys table to grab his hand and fully hugs davey after the dance number. you can see how they’ve grown to respect each other.

i can't remember precisely what scene in jacobi's it was, but in one of the jacobi scenes, mike and jojo are looking at each other from separate tables, frowning and shrugging and having full non-verbal communications - it was really giving 'two judgy gays at brunch don't want you to know they're judging you' vibes.

i found it lovely how davey takes jack aside and says, quiet but pointed, 'i say we save any exclusive for a REAL reporter' only to unfold katherines paper to her during KONY with so much pride in his eyes.

crutchie is on the verge of tears throughout letter from the refuge. he genuinely sounds like he's singing through sobs.

"oh yes! above!" (flap) "the! (flap) "FOLD!!"

the more davey gets excited about the strike, the more jack reaches out to him, probably to get him to calm down or stop talking, but daveys always a little bit out of his grip. not sure if its intentional but its fic inspiring!

katherine finishes davey's sentence when he says 'and we do it [together, pointing at each other] AFTER WORK HOURS!' - they are BEST friends.

there is so much touch in wwh: reprise. when davey tries to convince jack ("weasel was actually nervous!") jack rips his hand away and snaps "get off me!" and davey looks so... stunned. but he gets his strength back and says firmly "so i. walked. away." jack shoves him off again during 'we got them surrounded', but then the third time, he allows it, gripping daveys biceps in return as davey convinces him and fills him with belief the way jack did to davey in act 1. when katherine joins the song they're all holding each other - davey with one hand on jacks chest, the other on kaths shoulder, kath holding jacks arm, jack gripping her arm and daveys nape. the spit shake is only done between him and davey, holding each others hand and staring firmly into each others eyes.

pulitzer is very loud, very yelly, very classic disney villain. when he antagonizes jack and reveals katherine is his daughter, jack lunges at him and pulitzer doesnt flinch, only raises his hands up like 'go ahead' - and jack freezes. but when pulitzer yells 'i know youre MISTER TOUGH GUY!' and lunges at JACK, he flinches away.

the delanceys take jack below the scaffolding and beat him as pulitzer sings 'bottom line: reprise'. when they chuck him onto the stage, morris crushes jack's painting hand under his foot until jack cries out in pain.

(unrelated - ceriann did not know the brooklyn newsies were girls and was jaw-to-the-floor when they appeared. the queen lillie pearl-wildman was very happy to hear that at stagedoor 😌)

when jack speaks against the strike, davey tries to grab him for his attention, and jack keeps pulling himself away before he can.

when he shoves les TO THE GROUND, davey grabs him fully and points, furious, before storming away stone faced as jack, who looked horrified upon realizing he hurt les, now tries to grab at him, but cannot.

jack sounds so defeated before ‘something to believe in’; when he says "i know girls like you dont end up with guys... like ME." it really gives you the idea that he has gotten swept up in romance before only to be left behind or treated like a temporary fling.

touch and jatherine: when they first kiss his arms are spread out, like hes scared to touch her. when they kiss again he holds her tentatively, then flinches away when she pulls back suddenly. when they clarify their feelings and do the little 'if you weren't going to santa fe' 'if you weren't an heiress', jack has an arm around her shoulder and his other hand close to her clavicle where his left lies, not quite encircling her fully, but holding her with their heads tilted together. when they finish the song, katherine guides jacks hands to her waist despite his uncertainty - and the song finishes with them clinging to each other in a big hug.

davey touches ALL the newsies come act two - in act one he flinches away from any playfighting and shouldering, but now he is IN on it, hugging, clapping/rubbing shoulders, fully in the fray despite his differences. i got choked up. man. autism.

he even claps hands with spot and talks animatedly with her about the strike. she clearly respects him.

when davey says 'its good to have you back' it sounds like he’s teasing – genuine, but still teasing. jack however, smiles SO fondly, shakes his head just the tiniest bit and says 'shut up...'

"while my father sleeps blissfully in his bed we will be using his own printing press to 👹 BRING HIM DOWN 👹" "... remind me to stay on your good side" - bronte barbe i love you forever

spot was so eager to cause violence 'in case you aint got it yet we got YOU!!! SURROUNDED!!! :DDD'

after meeting roosevelt jack is sooo smiley teachers pet like 'a pleasure mister governer 😁' and then turns to davey DEAD serious and goes 'I TOLD YOU >:|'

davey is full on LAUGHING at Pulitzer – “oh-ho-ho-WELL, what’s that make YOU, then?”. this chronically polite little nerd has been WAITING for the day he can smartmouth an authority figure and he is taking full advantage of the opportunity. he and jack are just dunking on him its hilarious. after 'nobodies like us' they tilt their heads together in a very mock-innocent way. ik they do that every show but i love it.

epic bobbie chambers moments:

"andsuchLANGUAGEwhichyoushouldntUSEcauseitsMEAN-'

"he doesnt do happiness does he?" "nHA-"

pulitzer: clear the room.

bunsen: aha!

hannah: aha!

bunsen: hi-ho!

hannah: hee-hee!

spot makes a point of leaving the office last shes sooo badgirl.

'crutchie, youre back!' 'and it aint been the same without ya…' CRUTCHTRACK TRUTHERS MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN

crutchie is clearly having fun when he sends snyder away but he is also very aware of how much snyder hurt him. he looks him dead in the eye and says 'and you'll be laughing. all the way to the pen, little man.' very very seriously. 'so long sucker' is a bit more jokey and but this is clearly a big moment for him.

triple m had a big hug (matt w his arms around the other two) when crutchie said 'and we's a family.'

someone gives katherine a newsie hat during the finale which did NOT happen the last time i came and i thought was adorable.

it was nesim's last show as les and there was so much love for him just embedded in the show. when jack says 'meet our secretary of state!' he lifts him up circle-of-life style, pretty much ALL the newsies pick him up at some point, when morgan as albert says 'take it easy short-stop, i'm just reporting the news!' it's very goodhumoured and he even ruffles his hair playfully. when he says 'and i got a date!' jack lifts him up onto his shoulders, he and ryan shake hands after bringing in jack's painting for the rally, jack bromage turned around during bows to give him a little hand-heart, ryan was full on on his knees bowing to him as they made their last bow together and picked him up and carried him offstage once it was all over. his mother was actually sat next to me and ceriann - i was too nervous to speak to her but a girl turned around and asked 'is he your son?' and she started talking SO passionately about how hard he's worked. she also recorded his entire stagedoor - it was adorable.



stagedoor:

i was very anxious to ask ryan for a signature, but i told him that i saw the proshot when i was 16 and it was the first time i ever saw myself reflected in a character. he said 'oh i hope you were able to resonate with this davey as well!' and my autistic dam just BURST i almost yelled 'no no it was even better like all the stimming you do i was crushing my hands together trying not to stim as well cause i was so excited!!!!!!!' and he asked if it'd be okay to hug me. which was sweet.

i overheard lillie saying 'well we have our foot in the door!' and alex saying 'yeah well we're never gonna see a production LIKE THIS again cause its not coming back TO THIS THEATRE' which makes me very... hm. [NOTE: i wrote this in my notes app IMMEDIATELY after coming back to our hotel the night of the show and did not edit them until tonight – yeah, i was damn fucking right to ‘HM’ about it]

when i told josh barnett i think it was him who tossed me my paper (i brought my newspaper from my first show to get signed) he did a whole :O and that made me feel good.

#uksies #newsies