#like how am i getting WORSE. I've been watching it for like half my life at this point 😭

[mwagneto]

finished rewatching rtd era. literally took me uhm. two and a half months. in fucking shambles rn

#also 1.5 months of that were just season 4 eps. they're so. hngh. #it took me this long coz i can only watch like 1 rtd ep a day 2 at most. they're all so hdhdhdhd;;;; yknow.. #the way it makes me cry HARDER every single time i watch it is fucking insane #like how am i getting WORSE. I've been watching it for like half my life at this point 😭 #most miserable little guy ever created... houghhhhhgfhfhf☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ #I've been putting this ep off coz i needed to watch it on a day where i had the #energy to spend an hour or two crying so hard i get nauseous but I've been busy and tired 24/7 for months #uni and work and friends taking precious time away from my REAL job (being insane abt some guy on my screen) #dw lb #doctor who

[celluloidbroomcloset]

sorry about this, it's been on my mind for a while, relating to your celebrity discourse post.

You're right in pointing out TW has been treated unfairly. He puts his foot in his mouth sometimes (there are times I just wish he wouldn't say anything or at least think it through). HOWEVER, since last year it's become extremely common to take things he says out of context and use them for rage bait clicks. And often when he does get 'criticism' its often for something he either didn't say at all or something that, while not great, has been twisted and overblown to look much worse.

What frustrates me is a lot of people seem to be doing this on purpose. It's like they're watching and waiting for him to step a toe out of line so they can rile people up on Twitter.

I don't think I need to point out a lot of white celebrities have done exactly the same or worse things than him, and don't recieve the same level of backlash.

I dont think you have to be a TW stan or even fan to acknowledge that while he's made mistakes-like literally every human- he's also being treated with more vitriol than is fair.

I'll start out by saying that I'm a veteran of Film Twitter, and I've seen some of the weirdest takes known to God or humankind, from people who purport to both critique and report on film and artists in cinema (I am no longer on Twitter). I'd trace the very weird hatred of Taika Waititi to around Jojo Rabbit, when a cadre of people very loudly proclaimed it to somehow be pro-fascist (it is not, and I'm saying that as someone who has fucking studied propaganda and Nazi-era filmmaking).

There have been other things blown out of proportion in his personal life, about which I do not believe anyone should interfere or discuss in any way because it's none of our fucking business.

My observation of him as a filmmaker and writer is that he's very intelligent, tries to be thoughtful, and also, as you say, often speaks without thinking. He has said things that I do not agree with, and will not try to defend. But many of the things he has said that gained traction on Twitter have either been taken out of context, deliberately misconstrued, or oversimplified. The biggest and least problematic example are his comments about how "no one knows who directed Casablanca," which was made in the context of how he doesn't care or expect his name to be remembered, because the art is the thing (and, TBH, I agree - I know who directed Casablanca, but a lot of people who know the film will have no fucking idea, and why should they?). I am not kidding when I say that this provoked several days of argument on Film Twitter. His most recent comments have been taken entirely out of context (no, I'm not going to start fighting about them, that's not the point). If someone disagrees with him, they should at the very least disagree about what he said, not what they pretend that he said.

Some of this is just the nature of Twitter itself, and celebrity culture. There's just not much nuance and there is an awful lot of - excuse me - dingbats who don't understand media half as well as they think they do. The other element is that there is indeed a rather nasty desire to scrutinize things that are said by...pretty much everyone who is not a straight white cisgender man, and use them as cudgels to beat those people "back into their place."

I do not know Taika Waititi. I do not pretend to know what he thinks, nor do I particularly care. I do know what I see in his art, and I appreciate a lot of it. But, yes, he is being scrutinized and jumped on in a way that a fuck lot of particularly white male filmmakers are not.

#reply #ofmd #taika waititi #i will not be fighting about this because this is not about defending him #trust me i have fought these fights and they are exhausting and i don't have the time for it

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WBITA if i told my mom to stop watching kdramas and get off the internet.

I [20F] have been increasingly frustrated with my mother [44F] for a very stupid and hypocritical reason. We're pretty close, with her mostly raising me on my own and all that, but we're very different people and often clash on a lot of things. Despite that, I like hanging out with her and telling her about stuff and vice versa. She also works from home, so we're around each other very often since I don't work rn.

The problem is that for the last month or so she's gotten very into kdramas and youtube summaries of manhwas and all that. I am not trying nor claiming to be a mental healthcare professional, but I am 99% sure she has some type of undiaognosed autism (like once she told me that for most of her life she didnt how to show or feel emotion and she would copy other people arround her and we had an argument about how that is Not The Common Human Experience. Among other things she's a neat freak, blunt, has told me before that she has very bad intrusive thoughts and so on) . This is relevant bc another one of her quirks is that she can become obsessive with something Very Easily. She cannot help herself from bingwatching shows, speedreading through books, She Has To Finish A Task Before Anything Else In This One Specific Order. This is serious, she geniunely gets angry or frustrated about any sort of interruption. Normally this is fine for me to work around, but the reason I am here with this ask is bc it's gotten worse.

Every time I go and try to talk to her, she's got her headphones on, watching a manhwa video (her headphones are bad bc they're work headphones so I can hear what she's listening to). 90% of the time I interrupt her, she does the biggest sigh, fixes me with a dead stare, and acts dimissive. At night, where she would usually hangout in the living room watching idle TV, she now goes straight to her room to watch kdrama's in bed, and her room is where she works from too. The latest development is that she's stopped eating in the livingroom during her work breaks too, which was the one time of day I could hang out with her while she's on the clock. She instead asks me to bring her food to her room and once again, on her personal laptop, watching manhwa summaries.

This, on top of my own personal declining mental health and the fact that sometimes I feel like our roles are reversed (I do any chore she asks me around the house, I cook for the entire house, I am the one sent to do grocery shopping etc while she goes out with her friends) I don't mind this usually, she is my mom, I am unemployed, and she does work a 9 to 5 even if it is from home. But now it stings a lot. The part that makes me think I am the asshole is the fact that the way she is acting right now is the exact same thing she used to scold me on before. "Take off those headphones, stop only hangin out in your room, notice the world around you" and I am still a bit like that. But I feel like I've changed. I finished highschool during the pandemic and quarantine and it fucked me up, not having the strongest friendships irl since I live in a fairly conservative country and I am very outwardly queer and stuff. But I've made an effort to start talking to her, to hang out with her, to help around the house. I was and still half am in the same behavioral pattern she is in right now, but I feel like I've made the effort to not wear headphones so often so I can hear if she calls me, to leave the door to my room open etc. It feels like minor things, ik.

I will also say, while I spend a lot of time online and on my phone/laptop, I do a diversity of things. I draw, I watch youtube videos, I talk and play games with my friends, I read, etc. Things I don't mind pausing. My mom, all she does, is ocasionally scroll through instagram, respond to messages, and watch youtube manhwa summaries. It is all that she does. And she acts like I've come in yelling during one of her meetings every time I interrupt her.

The problem here is, I am afraid that if I bring this up with her, that I will find out the change in behaviour I think I made would be invisible to her and that I would be the biggest hypocrite. And I do not want another yelling match as we have had several in the past on similar subjects, where I think I've changed but she doesn't.

Another one, it seems to make her happy. She laughs, and seems to be geniunely invested. Her new workplace is stressful and the work that she has to do is complicated, and I am glad she's found something to destress her and again. I do the same thing, I hole myself up in my room and spend time alone, why am I now mad at her for doing the exact same thing, right? But she's stopped listening to me. I tell her about things, she dismisses me bc she was in the middle of a video, and then comes calling for me because "Why haven't you done x y z Why is x y z here Why are we missing x y z" despite me having told her. I've suggested to her to watch some longer youtube videos together, which is usually our bonding method, and she'll agree. How that usually went was that I would wait until she called me since its her schedule we work around or that I pop into the living room and her seeing me would remind her. Now, again, she barely leaves her room. She just watches those videos and those shows. Nothing else. Works, sends out the roomba to vaccum every day, either gets her own food or yells for me to do it for her, and thats it. Checks on her plants maybe, does one or two chores that I haven't done. Back to her manhwas.

So , WIBTA if I confronted her about this and told her to stop? It risks another yelling match between us, it is hypocritical of me to do so bc I am the same. I am not gonna pretend I don't also become a hermit and hole myself up in my room. But idk. And it seems to be a geniune interest for her and it makes me happy, even tho in this whole situation I feel abandoned by my mother. Which sounds very stupid and dramatic but. Oh well.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[lovelytsunoda]

lucky people // mick schumacher

summary: the adventures of bookworm-youtuber y/n and her adorable f1 driver boyfriend mick

(shameless little plug for my own underused and somewhat forgotten about book-blr @/ cheerful-chamomile-pages)

dedicated to @flannel-cures and @paddockbunny who helped me make the final decision on whether this would be about mick or charles : )

i can see them meeting through gina (best friends brother trope anybody)

she was already decently popular on the bookworm side of youtube without mick, but once she was spotted attending a few events on the german's arm, she instantly became more interesting to a whole different crowd

obviously she's trying to keep her hobby (and almost possibly maybe side hustle) and her love life apart, but they truly are the cutest couple on the internet

she's sitting in her cute little library corner , streaming her new video live for some of her subscribers before she edits it and posts it properly to youtube.

"so i hate calling it a tbr because that just adds so much pressure and the way college is going for me right now guys, i genuinely have no idea if i will make it through all of these."

"so the first one is 'as good as dead' by holly jackson. i've been working my way through this series for a while and i finally bought this one a few months ago but life got busy and i just didn't get around to it but im really excited. this one is the grand conclusion to the good girls guide to murder trilogy and i can't wait to read about pip and ravi one last time."

and cue angie bounding into the room, cutting in front of the camera and knocking the book out of her hands as she pounces on y/n

mick is laughing in the background, super self conscious about appearing on the camera.

the chat goes MENTAL

"is that angie? does this mean mick is home?" "show mick!"

"mick," she says with a laugh, scratching angie behind the ears and looking up at the driver. "the fans want to see you."

"is that okay?" mick asks before moving further into the room, passing her the mug of hot chocolate that he had been planning on just leaving on the IKEA end table

"of course." she moves over on the carpet to make more room. "you can hold my stack of books."

"oh, great." he jokes as she passes him the stack, pressing a kiss to his cheek

"this is my boyfriend, mick. he's an angel on earth and he's going to help me film the rest of this."

cue mick shyly waving at the camera as y/n grabs one of the books from the top of the stack

"you already know that i will read anything that lauren asher writes. i have one book left in the dirty air series that i still need to finish, and this one is all about santiago, who was introduced as noah's teammate and mayas brother in the beginning of the series. i truly don't want this series to end, but this book includes grumpy x sunshine and fake dating, so im very excited to see what santi and chloe bring to the dirty air universe."

and mick is just watching her with this completely lovestruck expression

the chat goes MENTAL talking about how cute the couple is and how they all wish they had a mick (me too besties)

he's definitely present in the next video, entitled "my boyfriend and i go book shopping"

which is more like y/n just dragging mick around barnes and noble while she prepares to buy more books than she could afford (especially since she already has so many books at home)

mick is helping her look, trying to pick up books he thinks she'd like or has heard her talk about before

"babe, this book is basically porn. there's literally a half dressed cop on the front cover."

"i would have thought that the fact that it's called 'frisk me' would have given it away. the second one is worse, it's called 'cuff me'."

"i worry for your mental state sometimes, schatzi."

"what else am i supposed to do while you're gone, baby?"

that line was edited out of the final version

like the gentleman that he is, mick pays for all of the books

*cue the entire comment section swooning*

they do one video called "my boyfriend guesses the plot of my books based solely on the contents of the front cover"

"uhm im gonna take a wild guess and say that one's about death of some kind. maybe a murder?"

"that one's porn. one hundred percent. there's a fully shirtless man with a smolder and bad tattoos on the front cover. wait, there's a formula one car as well? oh dear god, this isn't what your version looks like!"

"because i bought the special editions with the pretty covers, baby. and this one does have a plot. this one made me cry, and you had to hold me for like an hour and a half while i recovered."

he definitely bought her a copy of her favorite romance book for their anniversary and went through and annotated it

paying special attention to all of the smutty parts that he wants to recreate

buddy reads with mick where they read the same book and then film a video where they both review it

the cutest couple on bookstagram

BONUS MATERIAL:

#mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #f1 headcanons #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #mick schumacher headcanons #f1 x you #lucky people

[phoenixyfriend]

HECK my brain has provided a Silly AU

Okay, explanation: Saw a promo photo for AotC. Brain connected some dots. Rotated. Connected other dots. Now I have a weird net.

Background before moving forward: For most modern AUs, the pattern I follow for the disaster lineage main line is:

Feemor and Xanatos were Qui-Gon's mentees (college stuff), not his kids. One ended well. The other did not.

Obi-Wan was the result of a Bad Decision (likely alcohol, but could be a longer relationship). The bio mom is not in the picture, but Qui-Gon's doing his best with this kid.

First marriage was when Obi-Wan was still a toddler, to Tahl. Tahl dies when Obi-Wan is about 15/16. Qui-Gon deals poorly. This involves some ill-advised one-night stands.

About ten years later, one of said one-night stands calls him up with "I meant to be a single mother and not involve you, because all I had was the business card you left, but I've been having some health troubles and I need to know that Anakin has somewhere to go if something happens to me." Qui-Gon ends up with another kid. Obi-Wan and Anakin are half-brothers.

Okay now for the actual AU.

We give Anakin a reason to be transferred mostly to Qui-Gon. Maybe Shmi's health took a turn for the worse, maybe she died, maybe they decided Anakin would have better schooling if he was living with Qui-Gon, whatever. Point is mostly that Anakin is living with Qui-Gon (the dad he likes but only sort-of knows) and Obi-Wan (the half-brother he adores but doesn't see much of because Obi-Wan is in grad school).

And then Qui-Gon remarries.

To Mace.

And the entire point of all this is that I want Anakin's stepdad on this side to be Mace Windu and imagine the Various Nonsenses that may come about.

They have a very big house because Qui-Gon is Dooku's firstborn and is inheriting the Countship.

(Rael can't inherit because he's the only heir to a different title and he can't hold both at the same time.)

Anakin reading books about Evil Stepmothers and trying to figure out if he should be watching Mace for Important Signs.

Does it count if it's a stepdad? Are the books an accurate representation of the proper signs to watch out for?

My favorite QuiMace dynamic is Qui-Gon deliberately, constantly toeing the line of irritation to Mace. And Mace is just incredibly flat-faced about it at all times. People think they're just. Coworkers at best. And then Qui-Gon manages something extra ridiculous and earns himself a smile and a peck on the cheek and everyone's just like WAIT. WHAT. It's like. Qui-Gon embodies this constant, slightly smug, needling grin where he knows exactly how far he can push, and Mace is charmed by this against his better judgement.

Mace has to drive Anakin to school sometimes and there's just this. Kid. In the passenger seat. Staring at him. The only request he ever gets from the kid is to go Fast. It happens once. He says no. Anakin doesn't ask again, just. Stares at him.

Mace knows the kid isn't possessed but he sure as hell feels like it sometimes; he wants to endear himself to his stepkid, but said stepkids spends half his time staring suspiciously at him from around corners for no reason.

I am envisioning this all taking place in like. This egregiously old and fancy mansion in the Scottish Highlands or something. All those painfully upper crust carved dark wood stair rails and whatnot. The tropey kind.

Qui-Gon decides Mace and Ani should try to Bonding Exercise. Sets them up in an escape room. Mace turns to read the instructions and turns around to find Anakin trying to unscrew the door from the wall because That's One Way To Win, Right? It's Not Against The Rules. He's not trying to escape for anxiety reasons or anything, this is just the fastest way to Win, and boy does Anakin love winning.

Qui-Gon goes off to a botany conference so the house is just Mace and Anakin (and staff, but half the building is a living museum because Qui-Gon doesn't like Rich Life, so that's not actually anything that involves them), and it's. The most awkward thing.

Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa (Mace's adopted daughter) get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.

The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.

Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.

(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)

(Granted I can also very easily imagine this as not-manor life, but like. random suburb.)

@epicmusic42 (Wren) pointed out:

The manor is important bc it gives ambiance to Anakin's suspicion. Could also have a b-plot where depa and obi are investigating what they think might be a murder? They're not sure and they're not letting anakin join bc they're terrified they'll be right and find a dead body komari stashed in the walls 20 years ago

Mace, rubbing his temples: She's alive and living on Cypress. We can video call her.

Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.

The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.

Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.

(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)

The idea of Depa and Obi-Wan furiously whispering about Weird Ghost Things in a corner while Anakin is pretending to be otherwise occupied is killing me.

He's got on noise cancelling headphones. They are not on. He is listening very intently to his Grown Up Siblings.

He's going to crawl into the vents and find the ghost Mace finds him half-way inside a vent he removed himself and just. Pulls him out. What the fuck fudge, kid?

Wren:

Mace: [considers his daughter. Considers everything he knows Obi-wan. Considers that this is Qui-Gon’s kid] Mace, resigned: ...does this have anything to do with depa and Obi-wan’s idea that there's a ghost? Anakin: ...maybe

I need Anakin to have a nightmare and he tries to find Qui-Gon but Mace is already awake and decides to Make Some Hot Chocolate.

Groundskeeper Plo and his granddaughter Ahsoka.

Shaak is Plo's daughter-in-law and Ahsoka's mom. She spends most of her time working in the neonatal ward of the nearest hospital, so she leaves Ahsoka with Plo a lot.

This toddler has decided Anakin is her favorite person EVER.

Wren:

plo might have planted some odd evidence to help Mace bond w anakin over a mystery. Whether that's still what depa and obi are investigating tho...

Plo has a pilot's license and Anakin spends so much time asking him about it

Anakin keeps trying to get into the antique swords Mace would tear his hair out if he had any

Wren:

Mace: help? Qui? Qui: Ani, the same rule applies to you as it did to the rest of our family. You have to beat father in a duel before you can touch his collection Whether or not it works depends entirely on whether it's Dooku's swords Anakin is trying to access Mace is concerned by this is until Qui-Gon points out that his father did go to the Olympics. Several times in fact.

Anakin's upset because he can't beat Dooku in a duel when Dooku's on some wine tour in Italy and won't be coming back until all the court cases are over.

There's a fic (by @willowcrowned) where Dooku is Ventress's fencing coach to get her to the Olympics and I like that option (She's going in the will and everyone knows it.)

Glorious! Could drive the chaos up even more by interrupting Mace's progress w anakin, w dooku coming home w ventress in tow, actually. The only explanation he'll give is that she's staying and to treat her like family. Everyone is Concerned

You know those comics where Dick Grayson is like. Swinging on the chandelier and scaring the shit out of Bruce and Alfred? That's Anakin.

Qui-Gon is relatively responsible and tells Anakin that he can sign up for a gymnastics class if he'd like, but he's not swinging from the chandelier without safety equipment. That's How Your Uncle Rael Broke His Leg, You Know. Unfortunately, he's still too chill about it for Mace's blood pressure.

Also, I decided that if I ever do anything with this, it's QuinObi.

I think Mace and Tholme would make for very saltmate in-laws (and hey, we could do the Plo thing!), but also Quinlan would probably enjoy winding up his future step-father-in-law just as much as Qui-Gon does.

#QuiMace #I guess? IDK the ship name #Mace Windu #Qui Gon Jinn #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Depa Billaba #Count Dooku #Plo Koon #Shaak Ti #Ahsoka Tano #Asajj Ventress #Rael Averross #Shmi Skywalker #Phoenix Talks #modern au #ghost hunter au #I guess? #Quinlan Vos #QuinObi #Tholme

[crownmemes]

House Sentences, Vol. 8

(Sentences from House (2004-2012). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How come every time you compliment me, it sounds like an accusation?"

"Why don't you stop pretending that you haven't reached a conclusion?"

"You don’t trust me. Actually, it’s more fundamental than that. You don’t like me."

"I know this doesn’t come naturally to you, but you want my help, which means you need to trust me."

"Why do you think that people would treat you worse if they knew the truth?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Why do you value your failures more than your successes?"

"Doesn't this seem a little bit obsessive?"

"Only psychopaths can kill other people without having some sort of breakdown."

"Don't ask me questions you don't want to know the answer to."

"People don't get what they deserve, they just get what they get. There's nothing any of us can do about it."

"Whether you want to be in charge or not, you are and you always will be."

"I've crossed a line, and I’m having trouble getting back to the other side."

"I could help. Whatever this is, it's eating away at you. We could get past it together."

"I love you no matter what."

"It's been a while since I had a stimulating conversation."

"You don't have to be so gentle about everything."

"It's okay to get angry once in a while."

"She hurt my friend. She should be punished."

"A problem delayed is a problem denied."

"What do you call each other? Husband? Partner? Lover?"

"I can't decide if this plan is more despicable or illogical!"

"You're pretending you had an affair with my wife?"

"In the great game of chess that is our relationship, you see only one move ahead. I see dozens. That is why you will never mate me... That's a chess term."

"You can understand love and pain and empathy, but you can't feel them at all. You're a psychopath."

"I'm not so different from anybody else. Everyone I've ever known, they're all out for themselves. The difference is, I can admit it to myself."

"When you watch Star Wars, which side do you root for?"

"Your motives always run deeper than simple fun."

"You are a diabolical, yet benevolent, puppet master."

"You are one tough gal."

"You can portray me as a rich bastard in the press all you want, just as long as I stay rich."

"You really think you can lie your way out of this?"

"Turns out criminals are idiots. If they're not gonna bother to challenge you, what's the point?"

"You have some natural talent as a liar, but not enough brains to see it through."

"How good looking am I?"

"That was pretty cool what I did, right? You want to make out?"

"You better not be faking this just to get out of a tough conversation."

"I'm your best friend, and half the time, I don't understand you!"

"You're alone. You've been alone your whole life."

"How do you convince someone that you're not cheating on them?"

"Are you having an affair?"

"You can't keep letting other people define you!"

"Do you understand what bisexual means? It doesn't mean you have sex with two people at once."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #specific; #medical drama; #filmtv; #House;

[howlingday]

Immortal

"Drinking again, Qrow?"

"Leave me alone, your highness!" Jaune wiped the spit that flew as Qrow mocked him.

The recent revelation of, well, everything, didn't sit well with anyone. Least of all the people who have been fighting the longest. Salem's existence was only made worse by the revelation that not even the god of death could take her. And like so many others before him, Qrow took to his drink like a dehydrated man took to water.

"Ruby's worried about you." Jaune offered.

"Who cares?!" He swatted away, only to fall over in his stupor. As he rolled over, Jaune took out his lien and set it on the counter. Once Qrow was to his feet, the tab had been paid, but it was a lengthy conversation. "Hand over my drink."

Jaune took the bottle in hand and looked him over. Would a little more alcohol hurt a man who was already stupid drunk? He already knew the answer, so he swigged it back for himself. The brown firewater burned his throat, and Jaune had to cough through a fit after forcing it down he wasn't much for the stuff, and tonight was a great reminder.

"Let's go back." Jaune took Qrow's arm, but was pushed away.

"Fuck you!" He pointed a finger at his face. "Years of my life wasted fighting a war that can't be won!"

"Your life is only a waste if you spend it here, getting drunk off your ass and making yourself vulnerable."

"Hmph..." Qrow scowled. "Never heard you be so chatty before. God or whatever you are."

"Think of it as the booze talking." He took Qrow by the arm and moved. "Now let's get you home before you hurt yourself."

"Hurt myself? Pfft!" Qrow shoved Jaune, but he held his grip. "What would a god know about pain?"

Jaune was quiet for a moment, but when he stopped and let out a sigh, Qrow felt the world get colder. He looked down to see Jaune's hand was became pale, and all the world around them was dark. Silent. The only thing he could see and hear, both clear as day, was Jaune.

"Do you know what immortality means, Qrow?" Jaune asked. "What it truly means?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "Immortality means that I, and only I, cannot die. Do you want to guess how many lives I've seen ended? How many souls passed with a smile on their face? How few of those come along? I tried to make friends with the mortals a few times before, but they always end the same. In a black hall, before a black throne, speaking to the black lord. And only half of them are happy to see me."

Jaune's eyes pierced Qrow's. "And those happy few are the ones I most cherish, because it means I brought joy to their lives; joy that YOU bring to RUBY's life. She loves you so much, it makes me ache because I can never know a love like hers or any others. Not because of any arbitrary rule imposed by the Brothers who abandoned us, but because I am terrified of knowing that love is real, only to watch it drift out of my fingers."

"So don't think I don't know about pain." Jaune's face paled and withered until only a skull remained, and his words chilled Qrow to his core. "All I know is PAIN."

"Hi, Uncle Qrow!"

Qrow whirled around, finding himself at the door once again. His niecegreeted him, and him alone. H e felt a stirring pain in his head. "Where's god-boy?"

"Jaune?" Ruby asked. "He's been in his room all night. Why?"

Qrow shook his head and made his way inside. "No reason."

"Are you okay? You seem... weird."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said before sitting back in the big, comfy chair. "Just had a little too much to drink."

"Oh." Ruby's face fell. She shut the door, and hesitated to turn.

"Not as much as usual, though." Qrow said. "I'm... I'm trying to cut back. For real this time."

"Really?" Ruby said, looking at him with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Wouldn't want you to drag me home every night. It gets dangerous out there."

"I can take it!" Ruby clasped her bicep as she threw a hook in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ruby walked to the stairs. "Hey, Squirt?"

"Yeah, Uncle Qrow?" Ruby replied.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Ruby smiled warmly. It was all Qrow needed for the rest of the night.

#rwby #jaune arc #qrow branwen #jaune is hades au #ruby rose #spawn

[aspiringwriter1111]

Hallmark PSA

I know since it's coming on the holiday season, I'm going to start seeing a lot of Hallmark slander.

But here's a little known fact.

Hallmark is actually really really good.

WAIT WAIT DON'T LEAVE-

Let me explain!

The movies people usually associate Hallmark with are the "old" ones (2020 and back). I bet after seeing how cliche and unhealthy they were, you didn't see a reason to watch them again after that, am I right??

But you knew them well enough to know they weren't worth your time and sanity.

Girl in a high stress job goes to small town, learns the meaning of Christmas, and then cheats on her also stressed out boyfriend back in the city with a hot cocoa making stubbly kind of rude lumberjack man then quits her job and moves to Vermont or something.

Yeah, they don't do those anymore.

At all.

I'm serious.

A part of it is that there was a purge. A year or two ago, there was a new Christmas movie company in town. All the actors that didn't like the forward direction Hallmark wanted to go in, left and joined GAC.

(Great American Family, or as I like to call it GACK. The movies are exclusively awful old Hallmark style, but Republican, badly decorated, very white, and also much worse.)

GAC took all the problems away from Hallmark, and made movies out of them. Hallmark, now cleansed, is pumping out cinematic greats that I WILL be rewatching every Christmas.

The whole of Hallmark was Recast, save for the best of the best fan favorites (Like Lacey Chaubert-)

They have plus sized actors now and people of color, cast as main characters on a regular basis.

Half of the movies aren't even romance centric anymore, instead focused on life, and moving forward, but when they are, they're really well done, and actually healthy.

If you know me (which you don't), then you'll know I hate unhealthy relationships. Especially when they're treated like they're okay. I will pick apart ANYTHING over toxicity in a relationship, wherever that might come from.

I used to hate Hallmark movies, because they were predictable, unrealistic, flawed, and toxic.

But now the characters talk with each other, and they don't get in the others space without permission. If there's an accident and it does happen, it's not used as a plot device to move the relationship along. It's not treated in a "OMG hot guy is literally right in my face!!! I've only known him two minutes and I hate him, I'm in love!!"

It's more of an, "OMG I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that at all, im so sorry, I'm so sorry- *Immediately backs away*"

I can't even begin to explain how much better they are now.

To further prove my point, here are some gifs of Three Wise Men and a Baby, one of my favorite Christmas movies ever:

Just listen to this one.

It's about three brothers, one of which is a firefighter (this is important). A baby gets dropped off at the fire station, with a note. The firefighters name is on it, asking him to look after the baby until Christmas.

This is not his baby.

This IS a joke throughout the entire film.

They have no idea who dropped him off.

So they end up taking care of him for a week, and seriously bonding with him. The make his first Christmas ornament with clay, they do a holiday photo dressed to the nines.

They talk about how hard it is to actually take care of a baby, and how hard it must have been for their mom doing it alone.

Talking about how their own dad left, and finally processing that trauma together.

Their mom confesses that if she didn't have support, she may have done what the babies mother did. How she must be going through such a rough patch, and building empathy for her.

All three of the brothers go on complete cathartic emotional journeys about it, and all the other issues in their life.

I can't do it justice.

It's called Three Wise Men and A Baby. I'm begging you please go watch it, you will NOT regret it.

I CRIED SO MANY TIMES YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I'm tearing up now just thinking about it oh my gOD-

The ending just sent it home for me, so I won't spoil anything.

Its amazing. I can't explain the whole thing, I seriously beg you please go watch it.

And, if you're more into comedy, I present to you Haul out The Holly:

A Christmas comedy starring your very own Gretchen Weiners!! Abso-fucking-lutley HILARIOUS.

It's about a woman, just broken up with her boyfriend, and coaxed into going home for the holidays. Here's where it gets interesting.

Her parents are the head of the Christmas neighborhood watch, something that has plagued her since childhood. Her childhood friend has now taken over the position, as her parent ditch her for retirement on a beach someplace, and she's left stuck, having to decorate against her will.

She wants a nap. The neighbors want her to carve ice sculptures. And her nutcracker apparently isn't up to code.

Includes: Girlboss and male wife power duo (madly in love), insane chainsaw man with way too much time on his hands, the ML an anxious wreck, and many, many, MANY MORE.

Another recent movie was built around a woman who is an astronaut (She's mixed) who was about to finally go to space (The goal shes been working on her entire life) She got into a car accident and her eyesight was impaired. She's currently grieving the loss of her dream (like, actually grieving, she took three months off-).

Her company asks her if she wants to do an exhibit in the planetarium for Christmas, that she doesn't have to, but she can if she wants to take her minds off of things. She says yes, and ends up working with the planetarium director on an exhibit about the sun and it's connection to Christmas through how people used to celebrate with the sun (I don't remember exactly, but it was explained thoroughly, and i think pagan???)

She and him don't constantly argue, or be angry at each other. They cooperate. They show genuine interest in each other. It's actually adorable, and it's also not just about them.

She meets his daughter, who is a wheelchair user. She asks why the Female lead isn't in space if she's an astronaut, and the FL tell her it's because of her eyes. The daughter tells her it's okay, because she'll never be able to go to space either, even if she wants to, but she can still enjoy it from Earth.

I'm not even doing it justice.

By the end of the movie, the FLs eye problem doesn't heal. Nothing is miraculously solved. But the ML and the FL are now dating (After the best, slow paced, healthy, communicative, collaborative bonding freaking ever-) ALL OF THE CHARACTERS HAVE FULL BLOWN EMOTIONAL JOURNEYS THAT ACTUALLY MATTER.

SHE GRIEVES.

HER BROTHER FINALLY FIGURES OUT ITS OKAY FOR HIM TO DO WHAT HE LOVES, AND THAT HE'S NOT A FAILURE FOR IT.

THE ML LET'S GO OF THINKING HES A BAD PARENT.

AND MORE.

There are soft bits, nothing is cliche, nothing is icky or gross.

It's healthy, it's cute, it's emotionally driven, I'm actually learning about things I didn't know before, and amazing.

And all the new ones are either like this or better than this. I could name over ten, but I can't even explain how good they are.

Some of the are still a little dark ages, but it's only every one out of six or seven.

Hallmark movies from 2022 and onwards are 5 star television, and you can't convince me otherwise.

#hallmark movies #hallmark channel #christmas movies #hallmark #christmas movie #Hallmark slander #PLEASE WATCH THREE WISE MEN AND A BABY I BEG OF YOU- #psa #this has been a psa #good movies #gay rights #people of color #body posititivity #change for the better

[hard-boiled-criminal]

A Witch Adrift

Chapter 2 - You're not a Wizard, Harry

< Ch 1 | Ch 3 >

Masterlist

Ao3 Mirror

“Consider it tough love. Now, just what is going on here?” A rather unique voice spoke over the cat’s complaints, but they were out of your line of sight. “And just what are you doing up there? I’ve been looking all over the place for you, and I find you playing games with your familiar, and a poorly trained one at that!”

“...What?” You mutter, at a loss for words. ‘First of all,’ you think, ‘shouldn’t your first reaction be of worry since there’s a person hanging onto a banister for dear life, and maybe, oh, I don’t know, offer to help?!’

“Hah! As if I’d serve some lowly human!” The cat yelled, accompanied by the sounds of it struggling. “Now, lemme go!”

“Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?” The other voice speaks once more, as the cat goes quiet, only muffled yells of protest to be heard from it. “Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it; Does the very notion of patience elude you?”

‘Is he talking about me? What does he mean by student?’

“No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Hurry up and get down so we may return to the Mirror Chamber,” He says, sighing with a hint of annoyance.

“Uh, I would if I could, man. I’m stuck,” You say matter-of-factly. You weren’t about to risk the three-meter drop, not with all the floating books and evil cords that could potentially mess up your landing and, worse case scenario, get you killed.

“If you were going to get stuck, why would you bother to get up there in the first place?” The man asks, seemingly dumbfounded at the prospect of how stupid he thought you were. You opened your mouth to answer but were cut off by him speaking again. “Very well, I shall help you, for I am gracious.”

The sudden feeling of weightlessness startles you and an invisible force starts to pull you away from the mezzanine. You squeak from surprise and tighten your grasp out of instinct.

“Goodness, I can’t get you down if you don’t let go. Now, come on, I won’t drop you.”

You take a moment to weigh the pros and cons of trusting him; It was either trust him to get you down safely or wait until your grip fails you and fall. You squeeze your eyes shut and let go, anticipating your plummet, but no such thing happens. Opening your eyes, you watch in awe as you slowly float to the ground. An “Ahem” from behind you breaks you out of your stupor, and you realize you’ve been staring bug-eyed at the floor where you had just landed for a good few seconds, much longer than what was seemingly acceptable to the magic man you still have not seen. You turn around to see a man in a rather flamboyant raven-themed ensemble, complete with a bird-like mask that covers the upper half of his face, leaving only two unsettling, glowing yellow orbs, presumably his eyes, to stand out against the black mask.

‘Is he wearing reflective contacts? Are those even a thing?’

“Now then, we must not waste any more time; Let us be off,” with a swish of his feathered overcoat, he spins around, heading towards the door of the library, the still-struggling cat wrapped in a… whip? What? Does this count as animal cruelty?

Seemingly not bothered by the cat, the man opened the door and looked back at you, waiting for you to join him. With a small stumble you hope he didn’t notice, you quickly catch up with him and leave the library, hearing the door shut behind the two of you with a small thud and click. He leads you back the way you came through, towards the courtyard, but not through it.

“Um, excuse me, Mr…?”

“I am Dire Crowley, the Headmage of the esteemed Night Raven College,” he says, and you think you see him puff out his chest a bit in pride.

“Night Raven…?” You mutter but decide you can ask about that later. “Um, Mr. Crowley, sir, could you give me a moment to grab my shoes from the courtyard?”

“Your shoes from the– why are your shoes in the courtyard?” He looks at you, quite bewildered, if his tone of voice is to be believed. It’s much harder to get a grasp on his emotions when his only telling feature is his mouth.

“...Self defense?” 

“...I see… I suppose we’ll cut through the courtyard then. We can not afford to be late any more than we already are, so we’ll talk about whatever happened with you and your familiar after the orientation.” He turned on his foot and walked into the courtyard, his pace quickening by a margin.

“But I don’t have…a familiar…” You try to speak up, but he has already walked out of earshot of your quiet voice. You sigh and follow behind him. “If I may ask,” you say as you catch up to him, “where exactly are we?” He looks at you, stunned for a moment as you pick up your first shoe near the middle of the courtyard. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You meekly ask, starting to worry that you may have said something wrong.

“Do you…hmm. It seems the timespace teleportation must have addled your memories…” He brings his hand up to his chin, seemingly thinking about something. “Well, these things happen, I suppose.I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless.”

“Wha– tumespace what?”

He clears his throat, ignoring you (he seems to like doing that), and speaks in a practiced tone, “This is Night Raven College, of which I am the Headmage of, having been entrusted with its care by the chairman.” You two walk in the direction where you had initially run from, and you grab your other shoe as you near the edge of the courtyard. “It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland.” 

He pauses when you reach the outer hallway where the cat had chased you, black scorch marks decorating the floor. Having come to a stop, you look up at him in confusion. He silently gestures to your shoes, still held in your hands. With a small “Ah,” of realization, you clumsily put your shoes back on in a haste. 

“Magic, huh?” You say quietly. “Guess that’s how you got me down.”

“Well, of course! What else could it have been?” Ah. It seems he thinks you’re kind of if not completely stupid… Or maybe he thinks you’re a child? It seems magic is common sense to him, which would explain why he’s acting like you’re dumb. You know nothing about this magic he uses.

You shrug and make a noncommittal sound to say you didn’t know. “Psychic powers?” You offer, but he says nothing… It seems he thinks your legitimate question was a joke– one in very poor taste at that. Well, that’s what you infer when his frown deepens slightly. “But …why am I here?”

His expression didn’t change. Instead, as soon as you stood up, he continued to walk and began to speak again, “Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates," which can appear anywhere. A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”

‘Does this birdman Crowley have a problem with me? Is he toying with me? It feels like he’s treating me like a child, what with his suspiciously selective hearing and stupid comments. Well, if I wanna know what’s going on, I guess I’ll have to put up with it.’ You rush to catch up with him and match his longer strides. “So, what do you mean by “gate?” I don’t remember seeing anything like a gate…” You trail off. ‘Wait, could he be referring to the pentacle I drew on the floor? Is he saying I opened a gate to hell and I got dragged in instead of me summoning someone out? Oooooh, no. Oh, shit. I think we done fucked up, (y/n).’

“You woke up inside of a coffin-shaped gate, did you not?”

“Wait, you mean I was summoned through a coffin?!”

“A coffin-shaped gate, to be precise, but yes.”

‘So, it wasn’t my summoning circle? Well, there goes that idea.’

The two of you, three if you count the bound cat, reached a set of ornate doors. The same doors to the room you woke up in. The doors to the room which could have been your final resting place, had you not escaped.

“Now, let us attend to your orientation.” With that, Crowley grabbed both door handles and started to pull them open.

“...had a tummy ache?” You just barely heard a bright voice saying something when Crowley suddenly swung the doors open all the way in a split second.

“I most certainly did not!”

‘...He totally used magic to swing those heavy doors open so quickly. If he was trying to make a grand entrance, he’s not doing a good job; it feels more like a dramatic entrance in a school play.’

“Ah, speak of the devil,” a clear, young voice spoke this time.

“If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show up for orientation,” Crowley then stepped aside and ushered you forward in front of him. Now that he was no longer blocking your view, you could see the state of the once burning room. 

People.

So many people. Too many people. You could feel the eyes of dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of eyes all turn to focus on you. Your chest tightens. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, its rhythm steadily accelerating. Just when your panic had finally begun to dissipate, your anxiety caused it to rear its ugly head once again.

“You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm,” Crowley spoke to you, now, much quieter compared to his grand entrance. “Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your tanuki.*”

You don’t want to. There’s too many people, their stares kindling your anxiety. It’s getting harder to breathe. You don’t want to step forward. You know the longer you stall, the more intense their stares will get, wondering what’s wrong with you, why you can’t just take a step forward. It feels like their stares are becoming glares, burning into your skin, hotter than the blue flames you ran through not even an hour earlier. 

What felt like forever was only a few seconds of pause, enough time for Crowley to notice you weren’t stepping forward. He gently placed a palm on your back and gave you a nudge forward. Maybe it was because you weren’t expecting it, but it made you stumble forward a few steps. 

You have no choice but to walk forward.

Stiffly, you walk, eyes trained on the floor. There’s too many eyes. You can’t look at them. So you focus on your feet. You take slow, deliberate steps. You’ve stumbled enough today; tripping over nothing in front of so many people might just make you cry. You take a quick glance up to see how much farther it is to the mirror. You’re halfway. It’s silent. At least, you think it’s silent. The roaring of your blood pumping through your ears makes it hard to hear anything else. The sound of your anxiety has never been a comfort before, but there’s a first for everything. Maybe you should be grateful you can’t hear any of their deprecating whispers about you. You no doubt look a mess with what you’ve been through today. 

You can feel yourself shaking by the time you arrive at the mirror. You clench your hands into the fabric of your robe–you still don’t know who changed your clothes and why– to try to steady yourself. The mirror is dark, save for the swirls of green smoke reflected on its surface. But you’re not there. There’s no smoke in the room and you don’t see yourself in the mirror. This mirror isn’t a mirror. Or you’ve turned into a vampire, but you’ve felt no semblance of sanguine hunger. In the mirror, a white mask fades in from the dark until it becomes completely opaque. It is a full-face mask with defined features, and seems to be wearing a lacy, black masquerade mask.

Its lips move. “State your name.”

A booming voice fills the silent room. Perhaps it is a being of great power. Or perhaps your anxiety attack is causing its voice to sound so commanding and feel so heavy. The silence that lingers after it had spoken almost feels even louder. It’s waiting for you.

“(Y-Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n),” you stutter out your name.

“The nature of your soul is…” it pauses for dramatic effect. After a few seconds, you realize it did not pause for dramatic effect. Something is wrong. Its face scrunches in a way that reminds you of when you smell something familiar but can’t recall just what it is. A moment too long later, it speaks. “It is…unclear to me.”

“What did you just say?” Crowley sounds astounded in a way that, for once, is from pure shock. Like victorian-lady-in-a-book-about-to-faint shock.

“I sense no magical power from this one.” The mirror continues to speak. If it is bothered by Crowley’s outburst, it doesn’t show it. “Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.”

‘Rude. I can do magick. Maybe not your psychic-type or fire-type magic, but still.’

The stares that were focused on you intensify and cause you to stiffen. The pairs of eyes from all the bored onlookers who initially weren’t paying attention to you now lock on to your frozen form. If everyone’s eyes weren’t on you before, they definitely were now. Their hushed murmurs grow in number across the room, so much so they morph into wordless noises. And you know they’re all talking about you.

“Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic?” Crowley asks, still unable to believe the situation at hand. “But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?”

“Mmmph! Nnnrgggh,” The cat manages to struggle out of its bindings and gasps for a breath of air. “ME! Let ME have this student's seat!”

“Not so fast, you hyperactive tanuki!” Crowley reaches out in an attempt to recapture the cat, but misses.

“Unlike that human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here! Look, I'll show you! My spells're the cat's meow!” The cat rears back and a small blue sphere starts to form in its mouth.

“Everyone, get down!” A redhead boy shouts, his voice you recognize being the one with the clear voice you heard after you and Crowley entered the mirror chamber.

“Myaaahhh!” The cat lets out an uncontrolled stream of blue flames from its mouth, lighting the room on fire, much like how it was before you escaped.

“AHHHHH! HELP! I'm on fire over here!” Another voice you vaguely recall came from a tan, white-haired boy, who didn’t seem to know about ‘stop drop and roll.’

“Someone, catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” Crowley commands. Seems like he’s not planning to help with this.

‘You know what. Fuck this. I’ve had enough of dealing with this cat.’ You ungracefully sit yourself on the ground next to the fountain below the floating mirror. ‘If its flames reach me, I can just douse off with this… dubious green liquid… I hope it doesn’t come to that.’

Now that you’ve finally taken a moment to rest and the people’s attention is no longer on you, the pain from injuries you forgot about and didn’t even know you had flares up. You can’t tell if the vague nausea is from the massive bruise no doubt forming across your stomach or your anxiety attack. Your legs and feet sting, the pain ebbing and flowing sporadically. Your shoulders are sore, one more than the other, but thankfully not dislocated.

A few of the people wearing matching robes, but with their hoods down, start to argue among themselves, a floating tablet included in their argument. Now that you’ve taken a moment, everyone in the room, save for the cat and Crowley, are wearing the same exact clothes. Including you.

‘...Is this some kind of cult initiation? But he said this was a college and these were students, so… a cult-based school orientation?’

You watch as the redhead and a different white-haired boy with glasses(his hair had a slight purple tint compared to the other white-haired boy) chase the cat, who is still spewing flames, around the room, in an attempt to catch it. It’s kind of comical though. So you lean back on your hands–you cringe a bit, your skin a bit raw from holding onto and slipping down the banister–and watch the spell-slinging chase scene happening across the room. It isn’t until after the cat manages to set fire to many more things, and probably some people too, when the redhead loses his temper.

“Off with your Head!” The redhead waves a fairly short wand and a heart-shaped collar materializes out of thin air and locks itself around the cat’s neck.

“MYAH?!” The Cat shouts in surprise as the weight of the metal collar forces its head down. A dull clank resounds as the point of the collar hits the hard floor. “What are you doing?!”

The redhead speaks to the cat, but he’s facing away from you and too far away for you to hear what. The cat, on the other hand, has no trouble yelling at a volume that easily carries its words across the room. “I ain't a cat or a tanuki! Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off! …Huh? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!” A response from Red, as you’ve decided to call him, seems to anger the cat more. “M-meoWHAT?! I ain't nobody's pet-NOTHING!” Red speaks again, saying something that seems to cause the glasses guy to laugh, but it sounds a bit fake. You would know a customer service tone anywhere as a fellow sufferer.

Movement from your peripheral catches your attention, and you watch as Crowley marches up to you. “(Y/n)-san**” His clear anger makes you flinch. “Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar? You must discipline your familiar properly!”

“But…that’s not my familiar,” you explain to him. Seems he really didn’t hear you earlier. “I don’t even have a familiar in the first place.”

“It’s not? Oh…Um,” Crowley clears his throat, a bit flustered having been mistaken. “Then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner. My, but I am kind. ...Someone take this away, please.” Crowley dismissively waves his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. One of the hooded figures grabs the cat and heads to the doors.

“Nooooo! Let me gooooo!” The cat screams in protest, desperately trying to wiggle out of their hold, but to no avail. “You fools better remember my name!” It yells out one last time as the person opens and steps through the doors. “Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!” The heavy door shuts with a thud, and you can now only hear muffled shouts from the other side.

‘This might be considered animal cruelty, but it was intelligent and should therefore be held accountable for its crimes. Fuck you.’ You might be biased though, considering it did light you on fire and attempt to kill you.

It’s much quieter in the room now, the source of the chaos having been removed. The flames have died out, maybe because of whatever the cat said about not being able to use magic? Without the cat–or tanuki? –around, you could hear what the others in the room were saying without them yelling.

“Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded. Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms,” Crowlet announces with a clap. “...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere.”

“And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse,” a guy with lion ears says with a bored tone.

“Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?” The tan boy who was screaming earlier asked.

“If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself,” a guy with very nice hair said.

“Maybe, but I don't know him too well either…” The tan boy replied, a bit sheepish.

A few boys near you mumbled to each other. “Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?”

“So it's true? He really does go to school here?”

“Yikes.”

‘...I don’t know what’s going on anymore; I still don’t really know where I am. And Draconia? What kind of chuuni*** name is that?”

“Ah. Just as I'd expected,” a rather short boy spoke this time, his voice not matching his cute appearance(and very short height) at all. “I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. “But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.”

“You have my sincerest apologies,” The boy with glasses spoke this time. “I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub.”

‘Is this, like, some Victorian era political bullshit? Where they subtly insult each other disguised with polite words?’

“I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with,” Red said.

‘...Red, my mans, you gotta read the room. You can’t just–ignore the obvious over-politeness. You gotta roll with it.’

“No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this,” the deep-voiced boy said, muttering the last sentence.

You watch as the colorful characters–plus a floating tablet–who stole the spotlight for most of the event left the room, the mass of hooded figures following after them until it was only you and Crowley left.

“Well, (y/n)-san. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven College after all. Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy.”

‘Don’t worry man, I didn’t wanna join your cult in the first place. I need to get back home in case that demon is waiting for me.’

“But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home,” Crowley held out a hand for you to grab, helping you to your feet–the first polite thing he’s done for you today. Wow, who’d’ve thought. Local bird-man is actually capable of kindness without bragging about it. Or is it considered him making vaguely-veiled threats, because if it were anyone else saying his ‘for I am kind’ lines, it would definitely sound like a threat. “Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place from whence you came.”

You watched Crowley use the same magic he had used on you earlier to bring forth one of the coffins. Hesitant, you slowly stepped inside and closed your eyes, visualizing your comfy bed, its covers just waiting for you to cocoon yourself with them.

“O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!”

A moment passes. Nothing. You’re getting some serious deja vu vibes.

Crowley clears his throat. “L-let us, er...try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—”

“There is no such place,” the mirror interrupts him.

“What?”

‘What.’

“There is no place in this world where this soul belongs. None.”

‘Um, what the fuck?’

“How can that be? My, but today is a veritable cavalcade of impossible phenomena!”

‘Dude, why are you using fancy talk? Hell, how are you calm enough to use fancy vocabulary? Now’s not the time for this!’

The mirror didn’t answer him.

“This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss,” Crowley turned to face you, who was still inside a coffin. “Tell me: From what land do you hail?”

‘I’ve never heard of Twisted Wonderland before, so let’s start broad,’ you decide. “Earth.”

Fully expecting him to give you a ‘well, no shit,’ look, you grew unsettled when he didn’t lose his serious demeanor.

“...You mean to say you came from the ground?”

“What? No, I mean Earth, you know, the name, not the dirt?” ‘The one I hope to dear god is the one I am on now.

“I'm afraid I am not familiar with such a place.”

“...Fuck.”

Crowley gave you a silent look as if to admonish you for your language, but seemed to let it pass considering the current situation. “I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet... This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?”

You’re in deeper shit than you thought.

“Just as I'd suspected. Nothing.”

The two of you now found yourselves back in the library where you’d first met. Whether these or the previous circumstances were more favorable was still up for debate.

“Not only is your homeland not listed on any map from any point in history.

Now, are you QUITE sure that you come from such a place? That wasn't some sort of lie, or jape? Because if so, the only explanation is that you've come from another planet far, far away. Or perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?”

“I’m sure,” you respond plainly, if not a little shaken. “And it’s definitely at least a different planet.”

“Oh, what makes you so sure?”

“Earth is the name of my planet, and you didn’t recognize it as a name.”

“...Why would you introduce your home as your planet?”

“...I panicked.” A lie.

“Well, no matter. Now, show me everything that you brought here with you.

Do you have some form of identification, a driver's license perhaps? Or even a...shoe?” It seems he associates you with shoes now, since you told him about your choice of weapon against the cat. “You do seem a tad bit...empty-handed.”

“I don’t think I have anything. I don’t even have my clothes.”

“Well, this is quite the predicament.”

“Yeah. And speaking of–”

“I cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy,” he cut you off with a rather rude comment. “And yet, as an educator, I am loath to expel a young person without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact someone they know. Truly, my grace is boundless.”

‘Wow, this guy is super conceited… Now that I think about it, what if he doesn’t think I’m dumb? Maybe he’s just got a superiority complex.’

Crowley brought his hand to his chin and hummed in thought. “Hmmmmm... Ah! There is a vacant building on this campus,” he began to explain. “It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago. With a proper cleaning, it should be habitable enough.”

‘“Habitable” is an odd choice… Is he saying the place currently is not habitable? I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’

“Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I will allow you to live there for the time being. In the meantime, we will investigate other ways to send you home.” He turned away to give a self-praising soliloquy, “Dear me, but I am a gracious man indeed! A model educator, one might say.”

‘...I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone purposely pause a conversation to give a soliloquy. Especially not one where they just compliment themselves…I think I can safely say I would only like this birdman if he was a character and not an actual person.’

“Well then,” he looked back to you, “I shall take you to your dorm straight away. It is an older building, but it has plenty of...character, one might say.”

“Character?”

“Precisely. Come along now, time waits for no one.”

He leads you back out of the library, this time taking you down a few unfamiliar hallways covered in paintings, whose eyes you swear were following you, and lit with tall candelabras. The candle flames were the same green as the liquid in the fountain and cast an eerie glow, the color reminiscent of poison. After a few minutes of travel, you ended up in a large, open area; the best way you could think of to describe it was as a lobby. Crowley walked up to a set of grand double doors at the center of the opposite walls. In the dark it was hard to make out, but they almost looked as if they were made of stone.

‘No, they couldn’t be. Who would be stupid enough to make doors made of stone?’

With the flick of a wrist, Crowley opened the doors with, once again, magic. The sudden chill from the cool wind blowing in sent a small shiver down your spine. You crossed your arms for some extra warmth, but you couldn’t tell if it helped or not.

“Make sure you don’t wander off,” Crowley gave you a pointed look, as if you were about to go missing and he’d have to search for you again. “It’s just this way; follow me.” Leaving no room to argue, he began to walk down the path with you in tow.

His tall height already gave him longer legs so his stride was longer than yours, however it seemed he was in a hurry tonight. With him speed walking, you almost had to jog in order to keep pace with him.

‘Stupid tall people with their stupid long legs and stupid fast pace. I should've expected this from Birdman Crowley… Yeah, the more I get to know him the less I like him.’

After a while of following Crowley down the stone roads in the chilly night, he led you up a small hill towards a fenced in building that could almost be called a small manor. Or, it at least was a manor. The metal fence was horrendously crooked in every which way: the fence itself was laid out in a way where it curved back and forth, the pointed tips were bent back and forth, the bars were bent terribly; it was in horrible shape, as if someone ran a truck into every part of the fence. Although the fencing was bad enough, it didn’t compare to the building itself. As Crowley guided you up the stairs towards its door, you could do nothing but stare in awe.

‘This place looks haunted as fuck.’

The building looked like it was on its last legs. All the windows were boarded up, covering what were more than likely broken parts of the glass panes. The side paneling was coming off in places, there were more shingles missing than you were comfortable with, and the roof seemed to dip unnaturally in places, probably from prolonged water damage.

“This… this is where I’ll be staying?” You ask in disbelief.

“Isn't it delightful? Right, scoot inside now. There you go,” he shooed you inside, past the door whose rusted hinges squealed when opened.

‘...This can’t be legal… This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. I should sue… But legal practices might be different here… Fuck man, there’s really nothing I can do, is there?’

“This should keep the elements at bay for the time being,” Crowley looked proud of himself. “Now, I should return to my research. Do try to find some way to keep yourself busy. But don't let me catch you wandering the campus! Ta!”

“Wha–huh? No, wait a min–aaaand he’s gone,” you called after him but he had already ditched you, the squeal of the door grating on your ears as it magically closed behind him. “Man, this place is a mess. Does OSHA not exist here? Like, a fantasy OSHA? FOSHA? Haaah, this place is probably infested with several different types of mold. I’m not looking forward to discovering them…”

‘Wait, that reminds me, if I’m not from here, that means I’m probably super susceptible to so many new diseases. Do they have vaccines here? Because I’m probably gonna need all of them. If they’re safe. What if their water carries bacteria that’s deadly to me? Or what if all their food is deadly to me too? Oh, no, this situation is a whole lot worse now that I’ve had time to think.’

Stuck in your nervous inner ramblings, you didn’t notice you had begun to pace the room, kicking up the dust.

‘I mean, these people definitely look human, or at least human with animal ears like that one guy, but for all I know they could be completely different biologically.’

 It wasn’t until a frighteningly loud boom of thunder that your concentration broke, and made you squeak in surprise in the process, that you noticed it had begun to rain outside. It didn’t take long for the occasional water droplets to fall from the ceiling. 

‘This could be a problem. As the storm goes on, the droplets will probably increase dramatically. I should go find some buckets or pots.’

You were about to go searching the dark building for a supply closet or the kitchen when you heard a familiar voice.

 “GWAH! It's pouring out there!”

*Using tanuki instead of weasel because Grim doesn’t look like a weasel, and it makes more sense in the context of tanuki in Japanese mythology.

**Characters who are polite will refer to others with Japanese honorifics instead of English ones. It’s more gender neutral and flows better than using Mx. in my opinion, which will be more relevant in the future.

****Chuuni–short for chuunibyou.’ 

A/N: I spent half an hour trying to figure out the technical term for when you make sounds like “iunno.” Like when you use intonation and sounds but not words to speak and still get the message across. The best I could find would be calling it an approximate onomatopoeia of a phrase. 

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[voidartisan]

Clone Wars characters as things i've heard in class

you have no idea how long i've been saving these up

Fives: Stop licking my dryer sheet!

Ahsoka: Yeah, he transferred to the Senate guard, he doesn’t like it there. He says they smell like pencils.

Ahsoka:*Walking in* Barriss, what’s the average life span of a woman? Like 70-80 years, right? I need comfort. I need to know that I will die eventually.

Anakin: Just get a giant hammer, name it kindness, and then BAM.

Palpatine: Yes, taxing the peasants, very good!

Obi-Wan: I am begging you, stop spamming the cringey Twitter account I made in high school.

Anakin: How much Spanish do you you speak?

Kit Fisto: Enough to know all the cuss words.

Leia: Thus, philosophy’s flaming razor sword: It doesn’t matter.

Riyo Chuchi: I actually blew a couple of fuses in my room last year, so maintenance says I’m not supposed to plug in five waffle irons at a time any more.

Rex:*Swears upon knocking over something hot and heavy, looks up* In case you didn’t hear that — KRIFF.

Ahsoka: Just eat the frog already!

Ahsoka: You know what’s worse than freshmen? Freshman boys.

Obi-Wan: *As Korkie walks past in the hallway* Hello, mini-me.

Quinlan Vos: Anyone here watched the movie Jaws? Well, I’m writing a book, and it’ll be kind of like that, but with fantasy Puritans and a giant spider. I’m calling it “Puritan Spider Jaws”

Later: I haven’t decided who’s gonna die yet, but I’m thinking the spider’s gonna get set on fire.

Young Obi-Wan: Qui-gon’s a cool teacher, he’s so laid back. I think he might be high like half the time, but his class is really fun.

Mace Windu: Anyone else going to answer? Alright, then. Go ahead, Ben. You could probably teach this class better than me anyway.

Anakin: You know what would solve all of Coruscant’s population problems? Lab babies.

Han, to Luke: You were at that school for three years and didn’t memorize the camera locations?

Leia: Look at my other mask

Han: Why?

Leia: Because it’s black, like your soul.

Kix: I don’t like fighting. Sometimes Rex gets frustrated and yells “Hit him!” Then I hit him once and Rex’s like “Yeah!” and the other guy’s on the floor crying and I’m like “AUGHHHHHH!”

Padmé: Just because I have money doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings.

Ahsoka: Are you going to have any chocolate milk, Rex?

Anakin: Ahsoka, he’s lactose intolerant.

Ahsoka: Oh, sorry—

Rex: Nope. Only for you, Ahsoka.

Rex: *proceeds to pour and chug an entire glass of chocolate milk.*

Obi-Wan: *sarcastically* Didn’t you know? Gingers control the sun.

Korkie: *panicking* Well, no one told me!

Anakin: You know, Master Fisto. Really super buff. Looks like he would run a 5K at the drop of a hat.

Obi-Wan: Anakin, stop making pterodactyl noises.

Din Djarin: Sometimes people ask me about my pronouns. I say that I don’t care what they call me, but it’s not true. I just want to be pronounced “dead.”

Anakin: 4’11”!

Ahsoka: Hey, Master

Anakin: I’m so glad she responds to that. It’s the highlight of my day.

Fives: What are tootsie rolls, anyway? They’re not chocolate, they’re not taffy—

Jesse: It’s better not to ask

Waxer: I got—

Cody: Got expelled? Welp, get your stuff, see you never, nice knowing you.

Ahsoka: Madame Nu don’t care

Jocasta Nu: She don’t

Bail Organa: I have only ever had one person in my life who actually liked banana-flavored Laffy Taffy. And I no longer speak to them.

Obi-Wan: Be careful with these, they’re fragile and expensive—

Anakin: Like my heart

Barriss: The afterlife should be Communist

Hamsters: *frenzied squeaking*

Anakin: *pulling out a small pail* awww…you guys want some Nutella?

Obi-Wan: Stop offering them Nutella

Ahsoka: Is that WHOLE THING filled with Nutella?

Anakin: I mean, not anymore…

Luke: What does a kilogram weigh in American?

Luke: Legally, I can say whatever I want

Han: And I can legally fight you

Boba: Actually, I’m asexual. My son will look exactly like me.

Leia: Han’s got a rough life. Already colorblind, now he’s going deaf at seventeen.

Luke: How do I cite my brain in APA?

Din Djarin: Costco is a cult

Obi-Wan: Can anyone tell me what this is called?

Anakin: A diagram

Obi-Wan: It starts with a k

Anakin: A kdiagram

Ahsoka: *holding up energy drink* Look, Master! Third one today!

Obi-Wan: You are going to die.

Obi-Wan: *checks nutrition facts* 800 mg. Less than a cup of coffee, not too bad. Maybe you won’t die. But you probably will.

Anakin: Master, what if we each brought you a thousand dollars? Then would we still have to take the test?

Mace Windu: I mean, I guess would be better than bringing me… disappointment—

Fennec: It was overhyped

Boba: You just have no soul, that���s what it is

Luke: Eight! Y’know, the devil’s number.

Jango Fett: Why wouldn’t you clone yourself?

Ahsoka: So, when will the grades be in? Tomorrow, or… when should I expect to be depressed?

Padmè, during a mock senatorial campaign: Would you like some of The People’s™ lip balm? It has sparkles.

Luke: Are you okay?

Han, without looking up from his work: I’m straight.

Luke:…

Luke: Well, congratulations on coming out—

Ahsoka: The only one of these I can apply for is the poetry scholarship

Anakin: Roses are red, violets are blue…

Rex: …please give me money.

Ahsoka: Hey, what’s that? Are you planning how we’re all gonna die?

Cody: Yup

Luke: You should play Abba!

Han: You sound like my mother.

Cara: Who’s the main character in your life, Mando?

Din: Uh… my cat, probably

Fives, spinning across the room in a rolling chair: Bounty. The quicker picker upper.

Hondo: No scams for me please, I like money.

Anakin: I’m gonna do a patriotism

Waxer: What is it…

Boil: What’s what?

Waxer: That thing Commander says we’re not allowed to do to the shinies.

Boil: Initiation?

Waxer: There was another word for it.

Boil: Hazing?

Waxer: Yeah! That’s it.

Kix: Fives, if you drop those donuts I will drop YOU

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[cherrycola27]

Last Hurrah

Warnings: GUYS this is a heavy fic. I'm serious Minors DNI, 18+. Language, drinking. Mentions of head injury. Trigger Warning! Suicidal thoughts and actions

Pairing Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Juliet)

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Part 1: In fair Fightertown where we lay our scene

For most people, when their life comes crashing down, they never saw it coming. They are the lucky ones. But for me, the whole thing played out infront of me in a series of scenes straight out a Shakespearean tragedy. How ironic really.

The first act came when watched my fiancée Rooster Bradshaw eject from his plane before it crashed into the side of a mountain.

The second came with the news that he had a head injury.

And the third, the final nail in my coffin, the dagger through the heart, was that when he woke up, he had no memory of who I was or our relationship over the past eighteen months. How very Nicholas Sparks.

All that happened six months and seventeen days ago. And for those six months and seventeen days, I, as well as every other member of the Dagger Squad family had been desperately trying to get him to remember me, to remember us, to remember the love we had, but nothing worked.

About a month ago I realized that there was little chance of Rooster ever remembering who I was, so I started making calls.

Do you know what it's like to have to explain to a baker, a venue owner, a photographer, a wedding coordinator, as well as sixty of you closest friends and family that you had to cancel your wedding because partner doesn't remember who you are? Because I do, and let me tell you, it sucks.

What might be worse is that for the past six months and seventeen days I have spent every night, crying myself to sleep, alone in the bed that we once shared.

For the past half a year I've felt as if I'm watching my life go by in slow motion. The world is moving forward without me. Rooster has gotten better for the most part, but he still doesn't know who I am. It kills me to see him happy, smiling, laughing, living without me.

And every time I see a girl flirt with him, the knife pushes futher into my chest. It isn't fair. I should be happy for him, happy that he is alive. But I'm not. Maybe it's horrible of me to think that way, but it's cruel that he is living carefree and smiling, while I'm a shell of the woman I once was.

Everyone has tried to help, but they know it's useless. Rooster and I are... friends... at best. But how can you be just friends with the person who six months ago promised you forever.

He is the one who almost died, yet I'm the one who did.

I'm not really living anymore, I'm just going through the motions. I get up, go to work, fly my plane, get a drink at the Hard Deck, go home, cry myself to sleep, and do it all again the next day.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. Rooster was the Romeo to my Juliet... a running joke with my call sign after we started dating.

Maybe it's karma for having Juliet as a call sign or maybe God has a sick sense of humor. Either way... I'm starting to think she was right... if you can't have the person you love in your life, is it really worth living?

"Hi there." A male voice snaps me out of my spiral. "You're Juliet right? I'm Dodger. I've seen you here a couple times, and I noticed you're glass is empty. Can I get you another drink?" He asks. I look him over. Dodger, I've seen him a few times. He is a bit younger than me and I probably out rank him. He is bad to look at, but he isn't Rooster. He hasn't been around long enough to know our history, and it's not like I wore your engagement ring anymore.

It felt wrong having a man give you attention, but Rooster got plenty from the girls...

I spent about an hour talking to Dodger. He flirted with me relentlessly, and honestly it felt good to have someone pay me attention, then before I even realized it, I had invited him home.

I made it as far as the couch before I stopped him. It felt wrong to let another man touch me, kiss me, let alone try to fuck me on the very couch Rooster had taken meu many times.

I mentally kicked myself that night after he left. I wasn't doing anything wrong— or was I? Everything seemed so unclear. I hadn't slept with anyone since Rooster's accident, I wondered if he had.

As the days drug on you found yourself slipping away more. You were short, angry, mean, bitter to those around you. You spent your days going through the motions and your nights crying or drinking away the pain.

And then, one Wednesday morning for no reason in particular the perfect plan hit you. That morning, you were asked to come in Friday night for some test flights. And that's when the realization hit you.

You were much happier the rest of the day. Thursday you smiled for the first time in ages, and we Friday came around, you were more than excited to go out.

Everyone commented how you seemed like your old self again.

You had a couple drinks at the Hard Deck but not too many because you did have to fly later that evening. You sang karaoke with Phoenix, danced without a care in the world, and even beat Hangman in a game of darts.

After a while you got hot and decided to step out on the deck for some air. You smiled knowing your friends would have a happy moment to remember you by.

You must have been out there longer than you thought because Jake came to check on you.

"Hey Jules, you okay?" He asked.

"I'm great Jake. You know I've been so lucky to have had you and everyone as friends. Rooster has been too. Make sure you watch out for him for me." You smiled as you hugged him.

"Well, I'm off to do a test flight. Goodbye Jake." You smiled with a tear in your eye.

You said your goodbyes to everyone else, save for Rooster. It hurt too much. Then you made your way to your car. You looked back at the Hard Deck one final time before putting it in gear and driving away.

You were gone for maybe five minutes before the wheels turned in Jake's head. He quickly found Phoenix. "Nat, I know I sound crazy but I think Juliet is going to hurt herself." He told her.

"What do you mean? She was fine when she left." Nat looked confused.

"That's the thing. She was a mess two days ago then all of a sudden she flips. They say that happens a lot when people decide to— and when were on deck she said she was lucky to have had us as friends and she asked me to watch out for Rooster for her. I know I sound crazy but Nat, I'm worried about her... she's supposed to do some test flying tonight... what if she..." Jake trailed off.

"You don't think she would? Do you?" Phoenix asked stunned.

"Phoenix her whole life fell apart. The person she is in love with doesn't know who she is. That's enough go make even the most sane person do something crazy." Jake said.

"Oh my God we have to do something." Phoenix said.

She and Jake quickly gathered everyone and explained the situation. Jake desperately tried to literally smack the memories back into Rooster with no success. Leaving them no other options the crew piled into the Bronco and Coyote's Jeep and raced to the air field.

Juliet took her time with her preflight checks, if it was going to be her last, she wanted to savor it.

Once she deemed everything perfect she placed her helmet on her head and climbed in the cockpit ready for take off.

"Mav you have to stop the training Juliet is going to hurt herself or worse!" Bob screamed into the phone while Jake drove. Phoenix was still trying to explain to Rooster what was going on but he was clueless.

There is no telling how many traffic laws Jake broke as he drove, but he didn't care.

Without warning, he hit a pot whole and a photo fell from the visor into Rooster's lap, and like lightning, every came back to him.

"Jake, where's Juliet, and why are you driving my car?" He asked.

"You know who Juliet is?" Phoenix asked leaning forward.

"Yes why wouldn't I?" Rooster asked. There was a collective sigh of relief, but then panic set in. Phoenix and Bob explained to him what happened and Rooster was in a panic.

Minutes later they pulled into base and jumped from the car, running to range control.

Mav had informed them that he couldn't get ahold of them. It was a race against the clock.

Juliet took a deep breath as she flew, she admired the sunset over the mountain peaks.

She took in the beautiful colors all around her, up here her problems seemed so small. She looked on her dash at the photo of her and Rooster. She grabbed her chain that held her dog tags and her engagement ring. She gripped them tight in her hand as she pulled the nose of her plane into a steep climb. Her goal was to send herself into GLOC so she wouldn't feel any pain.

She ignored the calls of the range control officers telling her to level out. She didn't hear the sounds of her friends bursting in the room yelling for her.

She tried to keep her breath even as she felt the g-forces pressing on her body, and then right before the blackness took over, she heard Rooster's voice calling out to her.

"JULIET!" He screamed over the comms. "Juliet, it's me Rooster, it's Bradley, please come in." He and the other range officers desperately tried to reach her, but there was no response.

The group looked out the tower window to see if the could spot her in the fleeting evening light.

They looked out just in time to see the ball of fire erupt from her plane as it collided with the side of the mountain.

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[billthedrake]

BIG DADDY (PART EIGHT)

It was a novel, fun vibe between me and my high school buddy Kevin. McConnell had flown down for a long New Year's weekend in Austin.

"Had to get out of the fucking cold," he growled in his Jersey accent when he called to tell me he was coming down. He asked if I wanted to come to the city and stay over for an old fashioned guy's weekend. I hesitated, because Cheryl was over 8 months along in her pregnancy, but she insisted I go have some fun.

Now that I was alone with Kevin in his hotel room, I was glad for guy's night in the city. There was still a naughty thrill to fooling around with my good friend, and I knew Kevin felt that times five.

"Can't believe I just got Brennan-fucked," he grinned, pleased with his new coined term as he lay back on the bad, watching my naked body as I rejoined him in the bed after taking a post-fuck piss. I half expected things would be weird between us now, but we just rode the thrill.

"You seemed to like it," I said as I slid back under the sheets, cozying up to Kevin's gym-toned body. Cocky, maybe, but also checking in with my buddy.

"I did," he said thoughtfully. "I tried bottoming a couple of times wasn't crazy about it. Leave it to Big Man Nick to make me love it."

"We shoulda done this back in high school," I said with a hearty laugh.

"Damn, man," Kevin sighed. I could tell he was battling some emotions, and I felt a little bad for teasing him. We kissed some, and I enjoyed feeling the cum-covered, sweaty torso of my friend as he felt up my muscle, before reaching down to grope my cock. "You think you got another in you, Brennan?" he asked, clearly getting worked up again.

"Like a kid with a new toy, huh?" I laughed.

"Pretty much, man... you got a beautiful cock, Nick."

I felt that said dick firm up to steel hardness in his grip. "You keep that up, buddy, and the second round is gonna come sooner rather than later."

Kevin grinned and let go of my dick, instead wrapping his arms around my waist and hoisting my body up onto his gym-toned body.

"Ooof, you got some strength buddy," I laughed.

My friend bit his lips playfully and nodded. "You don't know how many times I dreamed of us in this position back in high school."

"You crushing out on me, Big Guy?" I said, feeling nervous about what his answer would be.

"Hell yeah, I am Brennan," Kevin replied. "But it's cool. I know where I stand. I'm not gonna make demands on ya, ever, bud." He looked up in my eyes and I could feel his body relax, except for his cock which throbbed against my own crotch. "Listen, I've been holding out. The reason I'm down here is to scope out a place to live."

"For real?" I asked. It was the last thing I expected.

"For real," he said. "God Nick, you didn't tell me Austin was Jersey expensive," he laughed. "Even worse, maybe."

"It's a little better further out," I explained.

"Fuck that," Kevin said. "I've had my life on hold for too long living someplace I didn't want to live." My buddy seemed to be getting more contemplative. "I need something different. Dad was pissed when I told him I was quitting the business, but he'll get over it."

"Damn, McConnell," I hissed. "You really are moving."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm gonna fuck my way through all the Texas cowboys I can score. Make up for lost time."

"It's not really cowboy country here," I started to say.

"Don't spoil my fantasy," Kevin winked. "And cowboy or not, they sure grow 'em big down here."

I didn't have any objection there.

Kevin's hands were caressing my sides and his legs were spreading, letting me scoot in between them.

"You gonna fuck me again, Brennan?" he asked.

I nodded, getting horny again for sure. "Yeah, McConnell, I'm gonna fuck you again."

***

Come January Cheryl gave birth to our daughter. Iris Jessica Brennan. A healthy and happy baby. I was over the moon, and so proud of my wife for how great a mother she was.

I'd negotiated paternity time with Big Daddy when he promoted me to CFO. Mark ribbed me like hell for taking it, and truth was I still went in once a week and checked emails to delegate stuff that needed delegating. But R.C. Pool Supply would be fine, and some things were more important.

Unlike the Bryant men, I did my best to help out with everything. Not only the Dad stuff of setting up the nursery and babyproofing the hell out of our place, but waking up in the night to feed the baby, or cooking for Cheryl when she was too exhausted. I was glad to be there for both of them those three months.

But holy hell, those first months made the pregnancy dry spell of our sex life pale in comparison. Cheryl still wasn't ready for vaginal sex and her postpartum hormones made sure she wasn't up for anything else either.

"Sorry honey," she apologized one night as I held Iris as we sat on the couch. "I know we haven't had sex in a while... I'll make it up to you, promise."

I missed it, missed it a lot, but my schedule usually meant I could go over to Randy Slocum's before he went on shift. Sometimes it was a quick BJ stop while I ran errands, but often I'd have that cop strip down for a longer session in his bed. Maybe because I wasn't fucking Cheryl, I liked to do Officer Slocum nice and slow, missionary, lots of making out before I put my legs on my shoulders and fucked that rack of Texas beef.

I was even getting more romantic with Dan Bryant on our three-times a week gym meet ups. Forgoing the shower quickies and settling for some time in the back seat of his SUV.

"I remember what it's like with a newborn," my brother in law chuckled after he came up from a particularly intense blowjob, my cum deep in his stomach. "You doing OK, Nick?"

"Better now," I smiled. "You're the best, kid," I said in my best bedroom voice before leaning in to kiss Dan softly.

The ex-football player got a goofy, shy smile and said softly. "I just like making you feel good... after all you've done for me."

My dick stayed hard and twitched again as he said that. I don't know that I did anything for Dan other than fuck him. And be his friend. But I ran my hands up along his business casual polo shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, and some of that natural padding.

We kissed again, a little more excitedly.

"You gotta get back to the office?" I asked him, now eager to get off a second time. Like I say, I'd been pretty backed up.

Dan shook his head and smiled, those baby blues drawing me into another kiss.

There, in the back of his SUV, I took my time. Rimming Dan's hot, muscular ass, then giving an extra dose of spit on his pucker. That would be all the lube we'd get, but it did the trick. Dan Bryant was hungry for dick and he took me with some gentle coaxing. Pretty soon I was nailing him hard and fucking a load out of his balls.

"God, Nick!" he grunted as he did his best to catch his sperm in his hand. I gripped his hips tight and pounded my seed into him. He'd be going back to the office good and wet down there, for sure.

I was in a real fucking good mood as we uncoupled and wiped off with some spare napkins from the glove compartment before getting dressed again.

"So Nick..." Dan said, almost nervous to bring it up. "Courtney's baby... it's yours isn't it?"

Dan's wife was five months along now and showing. I promised Court I wouldn't tell Dan, but I also didn't want to lie to my brother-in-law and buddy. "What do you want me to say, Dan?" I replied.

He nodded. "If it's gonna be anyone else, I'm glad you're the father," he said softly, blushing as he admitted it.

"You're the father, buddy," I tried to assure him. "No matter whose seed it is."

He flashed me a game smile, like he was trying to convince himself of that. Then he shrugged. "I guess I'm not man enough for Courtney."

I could read all of his self doubts and troubles and anxieties in that moment. Never living up to Big Daddy. Never being honest with himself. He was trying to be honest now.

I patted him on the shoulder, squeezing that bulk affectionately. "You're all man, Dan. You just happen to like dick," I explained.

That made my brother-in-law smile, a real smile.

"But can I give you a bit of advice?"

"Yeah, Nick," Dan replied with a puppy-dog eagerness.

"Courtney... well, you don't need me to say this, but your wife, she's the kind of woman... well, you need to give her a lot of attention, Dan. Even if you have to think of me when you're fucking her. If you don't, she'll get that attention from other men."

"I can do that, Nick," Dan said, surprisingly chipper to take my advice.

This was a fucked-up family, and I was part of it now.

We'd talk more as we opened up to one another. Over golf games and business trips and guys' weekend getaway to Dallas to see a Rangers series. But that would come later. For now, Dan and I just knew we were solid. Somehow, Courtney's pregnancy had brought us closer. No matter how much a heel I'd been, Dan loved me. And in my own way, I loved him, too.

***

Cheryl wasn't kidding. She made things up to me. I'd already started back at work when her libido came roaring back. We had morning sex, and I got a welcome home blowjob, and after putting Iris to bed at night, we fucked again. My balls were well drained, and there was no more Randy Slocum time. I even apologized to Dan, but he got it.

"That's cool, Nick. I've been taking your advice... with Courtney. We're kind of having our second honeymoon, even," he said to me as we got changed from our lunchtime gym workout.

I slapped his back. "Glad to hear, buddy."

But the man most thrilled about Cheryl was Big Daddy. He came over almost every night. Presumably to see his granddaughter, but he never left without fucking Cheryl, or at least getting head from her.

We started fucking her together. Me and Mark, side by side, in the bed, taking turns. It was incredible. Watching his big beefy body in full rut, oversized and overpowering his petite daughter, making her orgasm. Then feeling his hands on my more athletic build as I fucked on his father cum. Then kissing both my wife and father-in-law in succession.

As hot as it all was, it made Cheryl happy. My nympho wife had returned and she had both the loves of her lives to keep her satisfied.

I gave them a night together and went over to Dan's for some brother-in-law time. Courntey was over at Mrs. Bryant's, and Dan and I made the most of it. We made out like teenagers in his man cave and slowly stripped down.

"God you have an incredible body, Nick," Dan hissed. "I... I think about it when I fuck Courtney." Then he looked up at my with a lewd grin. "Sometimes I fuck her like you fuck... she loves that."

"I bet she does, buddy," I growled, taking the initiative to pounce on his beefy body and wrestle him to take the top position. Dan was rock hard beneath me. By the time I was fingering his pucker, I felt any resistance melt. "You gonna make me proud, brother?" I teased. "Gonna be a good cunt for me?"

"I'm your cunt, Nick," Dan answered in a heartbeat. "Anytime you need."

I pushed my dick in and we both let out a heavy grunt.

***

I knocked on Mark Bryant's office door. It had been a half hour since the receptionist had gone in for a "private meeting" to take care of my father-in-law's needs. It was my turn for a private meeting.

"Come in," he said, but I was already stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

"Brennan!" he greeted me. "How's everything going?"

"Good, Mark," I said, plopping myself in one of the leather-upholstered chairs.

He gave me a look. He knew something was up. "Here for business?" he asked.

"Not exactly," I said. "I told Cheryl, but I wanted to make sure you knew. Whenever we have another baby, there's gonna be a paternity test. And I better be the father."

That caught Big Daddy off guard but he gave me his best poker face. "Or else?"

I laid down my royal flush. "Or else I'm making public another paternity test."

That got him mad. Face beet red mad. "What the hell... you blackmailing me, punk?"

I shrugged, not letting his harsh voice get to me. "I call it insurance. You may run things around here, sir, but my home is my castle and I run it. Got it? "

He grinned at my audacity. "Not a lot of men talk to me that way, boy."

"I'm not a lot of men," I replied. "I honestly don't care what you think of me... but I need to know... we got an understanding?"

Big Daddy nodded, and his flush anger turned to a knowing grin. "I'm just glad you're on my team, Brennan. You got some killer instincts."

I smiled and stood up. "Hope to see you this evening, sir. Cheryl's usually up the wall in heat by 5, so maybe if you could leave a little early today."

I could tell that turned the big man on. "Anything for my princess," he growled.

***

I made sure Cheryl was on the pill. I monitored it, and she knew, making sure to take one in front of me from time to time. I think she was scared I'd mess up things for her and Mark. We talked about having another child in three years' time. I wanted Iris to have a younger sibling, but with enough years spacing out our kids so it didn't seem like a frickin' day care around the house.

So I wasn't concerned when I started working later hours. I'd been stepping into the CFO role at the office and while I enjoyed the responsibility and the pay, I was getting home around 8 at night more and more. Big Daddy would already be gone and I'd have a nice wet creampie to eat out of my wife's snatch, while she clawed gently at my hair.

"Yes, Nick, oh yes, babe! Oh GOD!" she'd cry as I'd get her to cum with my tongue. There were some real advantages to having a nympho wife.

****

Dan was traveling on a couple of sales call, so I was spending my lunch time in that favorite abandoned parking lot. It was winter, a real winter week, even in Texas and I leaned back in the driver's seat while Officer Slocum blew me.

It had been too long, and I'd forgotten how hot he looked in full uniform, his cap resting on the dashboard. I gripped the nape of his neck and thrust up into his throat. God help me, the cop knew how to take it.

I was getting turned on so I just went for it, fucking Slocum's throat till I was blasting off.

Randy slurped my prick as he pulled off, sucking off the mucus-y spit and sperm and cleaning me off before giving it a final kiss. He was flushed from excitement when he leaned up. "That was hot, Mr. Nick," he grinned. "Nice." He was a couple years older now than when I first got a blow job off him, and he had aged out of those rookie looks, but still looked young and beefy and fuckable. He pulled a napkin out of my glove compartment and wiped the excess spit from his chin and lips before putting his cap back on.

"I guess I should tell you, Mr. Nick... this will be the last time for us."

God help me, Randy Slocum has gotten some self respect, I thought. "That's cool, Randy," I said, as I wiped off my prick and tucked it back in. "If you ever change your mind..." I offered. Something about getting a cop who can take a throat fuck had me not wanting to stop with Slocum cold turkey.

He grinned. "It's not that, sir... It's just, Jess and I are moving to Austin. I lined up a job with the PD there."

It actually took me a second to put two and two together. Maybe because it never occurred to me that Kevin McConnell was such a sly player. Good for my buddy. I reached over and squeezed that muscle through his uniform shirt. "Best of luck, Officer. Just one last request..."

"What is it, Mr. Nick?" Slocum asked.

I grinned. "Just treat my buddy well," I said. "He deserves a little extra service."

Randy laughed, amused I'd figured it out. "Can do, Mr. Nick."

#drakestories

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for exposing a woman's lies to my sister and encouraging her to call CPS?

I (27F) am a resident doctor. I'm not getting into where or for what. My sister(25 f) messaged me last week saying she was stressed and asked me to watch her kids. I love my nieces (4F, 2.5F) and was going to agree, when my sister told me that I would also be watching her friend's kid (3M).

I have been around this kid before at events my sister has had that her friend had been at. This kid is a terror and won't listen to anyone. I am all for gentle parenting, which my sister does, but this kid has zero parenting. He doesn't know how to listen. Has drawn on walls and then peeled the wallpaper off. Screams constantly. Anytime I've been around this, he never listens to his mom or my sister. I have no doubt he wouldn't listen to me.

I asked why this kid would be around. Apparently, her friend is having health issues and asked her to watch her son so she could have a weekend away with her husband and newborn as she "isnt sure how much time she had left". My sister agreed. On the day they were supposed to return, this woman texted my sister and asked if she would mind watching a few more days. She guilt tripped my sister bringing up her "dying" and how stressful everything is.

That was over a week and a half ago. I asked my sister what this lady has. My sister sent me screenshots and then sent me one of those donation pages (like GoFundMe but not that). This woman lists what is "wrong with her". As a resident, the diagnosis she has listed is NOT life threatening. In fact, the woman had uploaded a video with the campaign and she showed medical papers. The medical papers SHOW it is NOT life threatening. While there is a medical issue, it is not one that typically causes pain or causes death. It is easily treated. But in the video she uses a lot of medical jargon that sounds worse then it is and that is used not in context.

I told my sister she was being lied to and gave my medical opinion on the diagnosis. My sister cried and thanked me saying she was worried her friend would die. I told her she needed to call CPS as this isn't her kid and the kid has been abandoned. My sister was agreeable but stated she would contact the mom again as there were other things she couldn't tell me that my sister didn't feel comfortable sharing.

I got a text from an unknown number telling me to "leave people alone and worry about your own kids- oh wait you don't have any". I can only assume it is her? My sister says there is more to the story I dont know, which makes me wonder if I am the asshole. The kid is more behaved apparently then ever, but I feel the kid has been abandoned. Note: I don't know her friend's full name or anything else about the situation so I dont have enough information for myself to call, but my sister does.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mandareeboo]

If you’re still looking for moon girl Drabble prompts, maybe she gets hurt pushing a member of her family to safety, and they help her after :)?

Adria Lafayette says, "You are never doing this again!" and Lunella's entire body rejects it. Rejects it hard. Rejects it like an organ transplant. Her mind buzzes with half-baked plans, with terror, with that familiar shaking of her hands.

"No."

It slips out. It's not even intentional. It's just so full-bodied, so powerful, it eeks out her chest like blood from a gash. Lunella feels herself straighten, her shoulders square. Battle ready. She's going to fight for this.

Mom's face tightens. She's scared too, Lunella realizes. "Excuse me?"

"No, ma'am," she corrects, even though that's not what she means. Lunella shakes with the force of her refusal- shakes her head, shakes her chest, shakes her hands. Everything's shaky. "I can't stop."

It's not a won't type of situation. Lunella simply didn't think her body would be able to at this point. So much of herself is tied up in Moon Girl- her confidence, her dreams, and even her nightmares- that if she tried to stop it would fundamentally change something inside of her. It's too late. She's too far gone.

"You don't have a choice," Adria reminds her. "I am your mother. You can't just-"

Lunella rocks on her heels. "S.H.I.E.L.D. wants me," she blurts out, and it's true, sure, but interrupting is a great way to get grounded. Lunella feels out of control. "I've been given three seperate recommendations for seperate areas of study they're willing to fund me for. And that's not counting the offers I've gotten to study in Wakanda and Hala."

(She doesn't tell her mom that the Wakanda one is for Lunella- which, unlike S.H.I.E.L.D., will require a permission slip- and that Hala is from Kid Khree, making it less than official. What's one more lie to the list?)

"You can't just threaten me-" Adria starts, stops, and pinches her nose. "So, what? I have to let my baby risk her life or you leave us? How is that right?"

"I don't wanna leave," she says, because she doesn't. Because leaving feels permanent, and Lunella can't stand the thought of one day leaning over a building and watching as her mother celebrates another birthday without her. "But I can't stop."

"Yes, you can," she insists. Adria falls to her knees and grabs her shoulders. Lunella feels her jetpack jostle awkwardly as her mom squeezes. Moon Girl's suit isn't really built for close contact. "Baby, you know why I'm doing this, don't you? This isn't a punishment."

"It feels like a punishment," Lunella replies, but somehow this feels worse than just a grounding. She could live with a grounding.

"It's not, sweetheart. I love you. I'm so proud of you. But I'm not gonna have you risk your life."

Lunella blinks back tears. "What happened to one girl can make a difference?"

"One girl can make a difference. But not like this."

"Lu-" Mimi starts, breaking the silence from the rest of the Lafayettes, and Lunella's hands tighten into fists. It's not fair. Mimi isn't getting grounded. Mimi isn't losing her only way to cope. "Maybe you should-"

"No," she says harshly. "I can't stop, Mimi. I can't."

There's a sudden, strong shrieking of metal. Devil lets out a warning as the last scraps of his metal arms give in, falling out of the holster and towards them.

It's instinct. It's her job. Lunella rockets forward and shoves her mother away. The metal lands solidly behind them, just barely clipping her ankle. She lets out the smallest little yelp.

Adria's gaze hardens. "You see? You see? You should never put yourself in harms way like that! What if you died?"

"What if you died?" Lunella echoes back, frazzled. "This is what I do! This is what I have to do!" She gestures frantically to the ripped metal. "You didn't think to run! I did! That's what I'm good at- thinking of ways out of danger!"

Lunella shudders as she remembers Molecule Man's touch. She just forgave the man who almost killed her. A hurt ankle is nothing. "I can't stop," she whispers, like a broken record. "I can't."

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Drabble Prompts #Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #Lunella Lafayette #Adria Lafayette #I should probably post this one huh #Get some traction over in ao3

[freedoms-wingz]

Lapse

Summery: It's been about a week since the rumbling. And nightmares a plenty. Still, maybe they can get through this. And two unexpected people bond.

TW: Nightmares, Minor implied PTSD, angst, mentions of alcoholism, probably ooc.

It was quiet in the house they had been given. Well, technically Levi had been given it, a thank you from Marley. Of course, all the scouts, minus Mikasa, who had vanished soon after Eren's defeat, were in the house. Quiet snores broke the silence, but it wasn't enough to quiet the racing thoughts in Reiner's head.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, running his hand through his scruffy hair, pulling on it slightly. He let out a sigh and turned to his right, seeing Jean still asleep. He smiled softly. At least someone was getting some rest. He angrily rubbed his eyes, hoping to make himself sleepy again, but to no avail.

"That won't help," a dry voice said.

Reiner looked up to see Levi, who was perched on the bay on a window, sipping a cup of tea, looking outside.

"Captain...?" Reiner asked, mostly out of habit. "Why are you awake?"

"I've never slept." Levi shrugged, dismissing it as if if was nothing.

Reiner couldn't help but frown. "Never?"

"Never." Levi said, his voice firm and sharp, yet also softer in a way. "You think you're the only one in here that gets nightmares?"

"No. Of course not..." Reiner said. He couldn't recall how many times he had woken up because of one of them screaming. Usually it was his own. Armin a few times, Jean a few times, never Levi.

Now Reiner knew why the stoic man was always the first face he saw usually.

"You should sleep..." Reiner began slowly.

"Tch...."

A silence fell over the room for a time.

"You want tea?" Levi asked eventually, breaking the silence.

"Yeah..." Reiner responded, watching as Levi got off and tried to stand, but his knee gave out. Reiner quickly caught him and stabilized him.

"Tch....fucking knee..." Levi said through gritted teeth. He begrudgingly let Reiner hold him, using the taller man as a crutch. He could walk, just not gracefully and most certainly not unsupported. But his brain hadn't yet caught up with that information.

Reiner couldn't really imagine. Imagine how Levi's life changed practically overnight. Going from as mobile as can be, to wounded, to now...."a crippled old man" in Levi's words.

Levi made him some tea and handed it to Reiner and made himself one. They both sat the table and sipped the tea.

"What was it about?" Levi asked. "The nightmare?"

Reiner sighed. "One of the many times I had to kill people as the titan. Worse part is a can't place which time..."

Levi looked at him, his steel blue eyes cold but not judging. Just that forever stoic look. "You're not the only one to kill people here."

"I-" Reiner cut himself off as Levi held a hand up.

"Why do you think all the captains or the 'Veterans' as you brats called us, all shared a wing back when we had an HQ?" Levi asked. "It's not easy, leading. Erwin was terrible...knowing how many bodies he walked over everyday. Became a bit of a drunk by the end of it."

Reiner hadn't thought about that. He had assumed it was because of Rank, and maybe that played a role, but not the role he thought.

"I did some fucked up things too, brat. You're not the only monster in this room." Levi said.

"You never seemed like one to me..." Reiner said, staring into his tea, which was half full now.

"But I am. For fucks sake my uncle was Kenny the Ripper. A goddamn serial killer raised me." Levi said, chuckling by the end of it. "Never thought I'd miss the bastard..."

Reiner, of course, knew parts of Levi's past, the parts Marley Intel had gathered. Like his old comrades and feats, how the Survey corps pulled the man out of the underground and 7 years he had been with the Corps when Reiner joined.

"Try to sleep, brat." Levi said softly, finishing his tea and rining the cup out.

"You too..." Reiner said, getting up to do the same.

Levi sighed. "Fine. Now help me over there you fucking tree."

Reiner laughed and guided Levi to the sofa and got him laid down. He then went onto the floor beside Jean.

"You like him...don't you?" Levi asked softly, watching the interaction.

Reiner blushed.

Levi rolled his eyes. "If you're serious about it, he likes Lily flowers." He rolled over, his back facing Reiner.

Reiner glanced at Jean and brushed his hair from his face. Lilies? He wasn't going to question exactly how Levi knew that about Jean.

"Alright..." Reiner said.

"Now, go to sleep, brat."

"You first."

#Reiner Braun #Levi Ackerman #AoT #attack on titan #armored titan #reiner x jean #Platonic #Found family? #Nightmares #Angst #Ficlet

[artsyallouette]

There are no words to describe how devastated and furious with the ending of Good Omens season 2 I am. I have literally been sobbing on my couch for half an hour now after finishing it. Let me explain.

Season 1 came out in May of 2019 (or June. I don't recall). In July of 2019, I was diagnosed with a very bad case of OCD. I watched GO in June, shortly before that diagnosis, and I stuck with it through the thick and the thin. My mental illness got worse and worse over the summer, to the point where I was so riddled with my OCD triggers and a smattering of depression that I was contemplating suicide again, which had never been a problem before the summer, had to drop out of my university classes, and wound up admitting myself to a mental hospital by the first few days of October. I stayed there on and off, with few-day passes, until the middle of November. I went back to school (one class) in December, and I've slowly tried to claw my life back out of the gutter and make it to being the well-liked, Miss Frizzle type chemistry teacher I want to be when I graduate.

Season 2 was announced in 2020/2021. My life was still a mess, but getting better. I happily put everything, all my hopes, on another wonderful season. The more we heard, 'Soft and Romantic,' 'a sweet interim story,' the more excited I got. Others had their doubts, but after season 1 got me through so much hardship and pain, I trusted @neil-gaiman. Even as my mental health crashed and burned again in the summer of 2022, when my meds failed and I found myself considering a readmission to the hospital, I trusted Neil Gaiman and this season.

My fucking mistake.

This season has made me terrified for everything else I was eagerly anticipating this year. It's made me realise that people I respect and admired can easily ruin their own creations in the name of causing a stir and getting their goddamn season 3, instead of being happy with what they got in season 2. It's made me realise how everyone will do anything to keep getting their fame and fortune, and take love story that got me through everything I've been through in the last four years, and throw it into an inferno. Sure, I know the writers and authors don't owe me an ending I like, but to string us along for three years for that ending is downright reprehensible.

Maybe in the morning I'll feel better. Maybe in two years I'll feel better. Maybe, if this ploy works and there's enough hype for season 3, by the time we get that, I'll feel better. But right now, it feels like someone just took a knife to my guts. To ruin a beautiful, million year friendship and romance for a quick buck, turning their whole relationship into a shitty, toxic, one-sided mess and then really taking a grenade to it in the last ten minutes.

I was so happy for this season. And now I have only one thing to say.

Fuck off. You can count me among those who will not be posting again, will not be watching again, will not be helping you get a season 3 when you tanked season 2 in order to get it.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #gos2 spoilers #GOS2Spoilers