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absolutebl · 2 years

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Love in the Air & also the smell of burning trash

MAME’s adaptation of her novels “Love Storm” (พายุรักโถมใจ) and “Love Sky” (พระพายหมายฟ้า) this is a duology focusing on two different couples and their storylines.

Well, fuck me.

This is your fault tumblr and I blame all y’all entirely. But yes, guess what this is?

Well, it’s me flouncing, but apart from that?

Another MAME dumpster fire marshmallow roasting trash watch.

Some of you even begged for it. Or maybe if I’m a MAME character, you didn’t beg for it but I’m gonna gaslight you into thinking you did and then ruthlessly kiss your neck.

Look. I DON”T KNOW WHAT’S GONG ON EITHER.

Good start, ABL.

Real good start.

You see what this show is doing to me already?

Fortunately for the few of you who like unconsenting trash-watch neck kisses, and unfortunately for the rest of you, the opening of this bloody show made me realize that I had to do a trash watch.

Take the neck kisses.

Take ‘em and like ‘em.

Without further ado, let’s get started.

Episode 1 - WHHHHYYYYYY???????

The longest establishing shot in the history of establishing shots, Kubrik take notes.

And what is it focused on? The gayest bridge in Thailand! (okay maybe not, but it looks a lot like it)

Did the overdramatic music make me laugh? Yes it did.

My brain on BL figuring out what is being trafficked inside those 3 big trucks.

A bunch of acoustic guitars?

Vats of pink milk?

Stacks of white towels and plastic bowls?

MAME’s morals, value system, and taste?

I’m a motorcycle rider and I’m still disappointed they were full of motorcycles.

Speaking of which, is anyone reminded of the trailer for that one Thai BL called Motorcycles from years ago? It never got made.

Cute meet cute in the rain with the umbrella. Styling trope drops, actually.

Takes me back it does...

Can’t knock MAME’s meet cutes.

Just everything else.

The Characters

Rain = Random assholery disguised as tsundere + flirting + homophobia wee. Also kinda stupid, dramatic, and slightly cute.

Matched with P’Phayu = a bisexual predator-slut (TM) because MAME can’t leave THAT one to dry for one fucking show. Bonus seme points for eyebrows even more aggressive than he is.

I like Sky = snarky bestie with solid moral compass and epic eye rolls. Maybe she’ll let him be cool? (Oh noes, I said something, he’s doomed.)

Random bratty kid in the seat behind Sky = I have seen that actor before, damn it. WHERE? OMG it’s Dr. Sing from Triage!

Look I’m beginning to get slightly weirded out over the age jumping Thai actors do.

He’s in high school,

he is an office,

he’s in uni,

he’s a doctor,

he’s back in high school.

Are MaxTul the only ones allowed to grow up?

Okay, grow up = wrong term entirely. Whatever. Don’t distract me with MaxTul, where was I?

Right, instead let’s talk MewGulf. Anyone else think MAME is gunning for that pairing style with this lead couple? PhayuRain giving me... vibes of the TharnType variety, shall we say? Not exactly, of course. So maybe not vibes, more sort of squint your eyes wiggles target practice?

Back to the... episode.

I’m losing the plot already. Fortunately for me, said plot is pretty banal, but what do I expect?

Also the pacing is odd. Things are moving physically faster than they should, but with no real establishing emotional connection. Again normal for MAME. It’s either emotional chemistry drawn out as unnecessary angst over the whole show, or physical chemistry shoved in your face like a wet waffle with an attitude problem.

I don’t know enough Thai slang to know if the double asshole entendre was on purpose with this dialogue.

But if it was, it might actually be the greatest line ever executed in a BL.

And I am thoroughly ashamed of myself for thinking that.

Get it? Ass-shamed.

To conclude:

Screw all you all, I’m dragging you down with me into this hell (ass)hole. And since I highly doubt there will be lube, this is gonna burn like the dumpster fire it is.

I refuse to take responsibility for anything I say or do around this dumb show, it’s @fandomwithjoy ‘s fault.

Episode 2 - in which I do some actual analysis about VO work as victim blaming and then get distracted by spankings and scoop neck t-shirts

Serious moment of film studies?

Do I think we are getting Rain’s voiceover (narration track AKA VO) because otherwise it’s too dub-con and this is MAME trying to avoid complaints? YES I DO. Basically we get Rain’s thoughts during the “almost rape” stuff so MAME can say:

“See? He actually wants it.”

Look, here’s the thing about having a character VO narrate anything, it’s clumsy. It smacks of not trusting the audience (to be clever enough to follow the story) or the actors (to be good enough to transmit the emotion) or the genre (to convey the world building in a show not tell manner). That’s why so many in the film industry are against it. (See the Bladerunner VO controversy.)

Do many of my favorite BLs do it? (Cough cough.. JAPAN.) Yes. But then I’m not as against it as many because I like super complex world building and I don’t mind some lazy technique in the pursuit of audience comprehension. Also yaoi was all about head hopping.

HOWEVER, I’ve never seen voiceover work used as an excuse for portraying dubious content before. Essentially this show is doing a victim blame version of VO.

Ballsy of you, MAME. VERY ballsy.

I don’t know if I should be impressed or appalled.

Typical.

The thing about MAME is, regardless of anything else you know you’re going to have a lot to talk about. I suppose that’s why she always summons a trash watch.

Quick add from the future:

I went off on Takara & Amagi because they manage to use VO to directly combat dubcon (or at least the issues with BL that lead to dubcon) in a GOOD way. So if you’re intersted in this technique working, you should 1. be watching that show and 2. read this post about it.

No booze tonight but that’s only because allowing BL to drive you to drink once a week is expected, but twice? That’s just schedule mismanagement.

So next week I might delay Unforgotten Night for Thursdays and just decree:

Thursdays = BOOZEY BADGAYDAY!

Trashlush Thursdays?

Eh, I’m more creative when I’m drunk.

Moving on to the new ep.

It’s a weird quirk of Thai that no matter what, they will not believe that work is not pluralized in English these days.

Every time it’s translated plural I think of little Victorian maiden aunts doing good works for their community, knitting, or darning, or tatting.

And now I’m picturing Payu draped fiber arts.

Back to Daddy Payu...

No.

I can’t.

He just doesn’t give daddy vibes. Bad boy vibe = yes, daddy = no.

Back to P’Payu disciplining his bad boy in the bathroom.

With... erm, neck breathing, I guess?

Still, oddly sexy.

Also... RESULT. Rain used polite (submissive) language.

Am I taken with the idea of Domming for linguistics? YES I AM.

Shall we try?

Nong Thailand, NO MORE “works” FOR YOU!

I will now breathe heavily on your neck until you stop sticking that “s” on the end.

Nope, that didn’t work. Works. Ha!

Question: Who the hell is directing this? It feels like Tee’s work but he’s not listed on MDL. ***

Look the thing about bratty militant tsunderes without reason like Rain (or Type for that matter) is I fail to see why anyone likes him or wants to be friends with him, let alone fuck him. Fuck with him, sure. But he’s not hot enough to get over a bad personality.

Sky deserves better friends!

The seme’s race track consult. Nods in the general direction of Cutie Pie, like anyone could out-seme Zee and Max, are they cray cray? Body language alone.

But could we talk about the sound in this not-Cutie Pie seme-conspiracy scene? It is so SO BAD. They just what? Hooked up some cheap-ass wireless mics during a wind storm and thought, why bother looping? Flipping heck. MAME’s got money, this is insulting,

Moving on swiftly please.

Poor Sky, abandoned by his so-called friend to be (presumably) seduced by greasy motorcycle dude with bad sound tech. (Yes I think that’s where they meet but we won’t see it until their section, which I’m guessing will be in the second half of the series. I believe we got a Star & Sky approach happening here.)

And now...

Slap that baby, make him scream!

(10 points to the first elder goth who gets the reference.)

But also...

A spanking!

I had to, okay.

To my knowledge this is the first spanking scene in BL (Japan doesn’t go in for spankings as a rule, everything else of course). Thus Monty Python is required on such an august occasion.

This is a serious, hallmarked event in the history of the genre.

Heh he. Hall...marked. Get it?

Okay, I did find it cute that Payu chose a scoop-neck T for his boy, clearly we got a neck fetish going on.

That’s it.

That’s all I got. It was what it was, I’m not mad about it, just a little... okaaaayyyy. It’s MAME, no whiff of consent shall there be. I’m not excusing it but dub-con has just GOT to be her kink.

Gotta go, works are waiting.

*** Spies reported in:

Apparently the director is Neti Suwanjinda. He's new to BL who previously seems only to have done short films and music videos. Prior to that, he was bassist in the 2000s rock band Am Fine. Good times.

NO SINGING

Episode 3 - Linguistic Domination is a Go!

am one and a half glasses of wine in and ready to do this thing!

Sky is the best boy and also kinda a little shit. Good combo. Like red wine and dark chocolate.

Sky, are you trying to remind us that there is meant to be a plot?

Please don’t.

I love how they called out English 3rd person gendered pronouns in one tricky little scene.

THAI LINGUISTICS DOMINATION CORNER!

Okay so when he is being polite Rain uses Phi/pom + krap (with he full roll).

When he not being polite he still uses phi but he’s slipping in wa (instead of na, which makes it rude and informal) and not using krap at all (which makes it curt and impolite).

So the little training session was about particle use.

Cute.

Then we got a date, I was very distracted by interesting food choices ordered off that menu, and am mad we did not get a good shot of the table after they were served the dishes.

I’m starting to get tsundere Can vibes from Rain, and tsundere Tharn vibes from Payu. Not sure what that means except MAME only has about 6 character personalities she rotates though. We kinda knew that already.

Well, this is BL.

OH WAIT, is Sky gonna be like a snarky Pete character? Wouldn’t that be grand?

And Dr Sing is playing the Techno of this drama. As always: never enough Techno.

I’m not gonna explain that statement, it’s like 5 BLs deep.

All in all not a bad episode (not a good one, either).

Shoulda had more spanking, tho. And more wine.

Ooo, wine!

Meanwhile:

I just realized the actor playing Payu kinda reminds me of Seonghwa from Ateez and now I can’t stop imagining him in a cropped shirt and vinyl, and it’s BAD people.

Episode 4 - I just... ARGH

Payu is just such a manipulative hot/cold arse. I don’t even like Rain and I think it’s cruel the way Payu jerks him around. You don’t train someone up and then abandon them for any reason. Payu is really pissing me off.

Their chemistry is good though. That age old agony with MAME.

I am going to state for the record that no one deserves Sky. Sky is too good for this show let alone his friends or boyfriends. MAME should leave my precious Sky ALONE. Sky is best cinnamon roll ever frosted.

Meanwhile, cruel or not, I guess Payu’s training technique is working. I just wish it had been negotiated. I think I’d really like this show if they’d had a five sentence kink convo verbal contract in ep 1.

It’s a dangerous game that we play

when we seek to rewrite MAME

for the characters stick

to just one pony trick

only chemistry will save the day

Although I’m not sure ‘bout that sex scene.

no opening condoms with teeth, I don’t care how sexy

no one can one-hand a glove that fast, not even a pro

no lube and no prep?

Look I’m just gonna pretend Payu was riding, makes me feel better about everything. Then I can pretend he took care of the necessities ahead of time. Or maybe it was just frotting?

Episode 5 - In which MAME as officially ruined my favorite thing

I’m not drunk but I am jet lagged and that’s almost the same thing.

I see why they don’t have the seme actor with his hair down often, he looks way too young.

Oh dear, baby was caught in the rain. Baby got sick. This is BL. Bound to happen.

The horsing around flirty boyfriends is VERY cute.

I didn’t get any more from the meeha bits than was translated. My stuff on wifey language in Thai BL is here.

These two are good kissers but it’s getting to be a lot of kissing.

Sky puts up with epic amounts of shit.

I guess MAME is preparing him for his own story line?

Get it?

Moving swiftly on from my crassness.

Also Sky, baby, your friend was silly long before he got a faen.

Oh yay!!!! A counter lift! That’s almsot as good as a spanking!

Hooray!

WAIT.

What is this?

NO SINGING.

I now know the only time I don’t love a counter lift is WHEN IT IS COMBINED WITH SINGING.

MAME has ruined my favorite thing!

(To be fair she’s been ruining perfectly good BL for ages now, so I guess she already was ruining my favorite thing... gah, where was i?)

A perfectly lovely counter lift mutilated by acapella.

I feel like I should write an ode, or a dirge. But I wouldn’t ruin your day by singing it.

OMG I’M SO UPSET RIGHT NOW.

Don’t laugh, I can see you laughing.

I’m spiraling into a deep depression as a result of counter lifting Thai soloists.

There will be nightmares. I tell you. Nightmares.

I should have been drinking.

Stupid MAME. It was actually a perfectly serviceable episode.

Until the singing.

I’m going to bed now.

Episode 6 - We Are Now Calling this show “The Taming of the Screw”

And by “we” I mean me. And you can’t stop me. Can never stop the bad puns, for they MUST live!

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theinfinitedivides · 10 months

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listening to the PS:2 soundtrack again in an attempt to bite the bullet and psyche myself up to watch both films back to back in August(? that's the goal at least, if i get to watch it earlier even better) and i have been stuck on Veera Raja Veera for an hour and a half. i have also figured out my personal ranking for all versions of the song at last and it went about as well as i would have expected. it started to get too long for the f*cking tags tho so i decided to put in this post, we'll see how it goes from here—list is in order from least liked to most liked btw

5. going to start this off by saying i'm so so sorry to Gulzar but it's something about the rhythm for me. the lyrics are lovely but the way they are lining up with the music in the Hindi version,,,,,,, or failing to in certain parts,,,,,, it's not it. it's not it. it does well in the first minute or so and then heads downhill from there, and tbh it's not his fault i think it's just the sheer amount of syllables that they have to fit in compared to the original? and with that in mind it's not going to sound the same, obviously, but what salvages it from being a complete disappointment is the way we got both Shreya Ghoshal and Kavita Krishnamurthy as a duet in this year of our Lord 2023. Kavita, who still sounds the same as she did on the Dil Se soundtrack singing Satrangi Re and the Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam soundtrack and the Devdas soundtrack and the Yaara Dildaara soundtrack and the K3G soundtrack with Bole Chudiyan and Shreya Ghoshal who is a pleasure to listen to on practically everything she touches (Bajirao Mastani and Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi and that aalap just before her verse with Kavita here i'm looking at you) and— *inhales* *exhales* ok. do appreciate them letting Kavita take the 'चु�� चुन चुन चुन / जाली रे जाली चिंगारी' portion in the Hindi translation bc she sounded beautiful there. (she always reminded me of Lata in that regard i think, and for some inexplicable reason i've by extension connected the two of them to Zohra Sehgal in some of her roles)

favorite line — 'दुश्मन पे टूटे जब | बिजलियों का वीर' / 'dushman pe toote jab | bijilyon ka vaar'. this is one of those times where the rhythm works in their favor and works well, and it leads perfectly into the rest of the verse imo. also @ that one guy going 'योद्धा~~' / 'yodhaa~~' at the very end of the song ty for your service

3. in contrast to the rhythm problems of the Hindi the Kannada recording is very smooth? i don't know if that makes sense as someone who doesn't speak the language but it's like water. like water in a stream just one after another going over the stones in the riverbed as it passes or the waves lapping against the side of the ship or the gentle sound wind chimes make when they hit against each other in the lightest breeze—the phrasing doesn't feel forced (ty Jayant Kaikini sir) and the syllables match the music as well as the original. ofc Rakshita Suresh and Sivasri Skandaprasad have a part to play with their solos in this sounding as good as it does, despite its ranking on my list (which will be explained in the next entry), and while i expected nothing less from Rakshita after Kirunage, this is the first i'm hearing from Sivasri and she blew me away. i had to listen to it several times to be able to tell them apart, and i might still be wrong bc their voice color is very, very similar, but they took what Rahman gave them and made it their own. (is it Rakshita that starts and Sivasri that continues? i'm thinking that it alternates between them with Sivasri ending that portion)

favorite line — 'ಮಳೆಗರೆವಾಗ ಬಾಣ | ಅಡಗಳು ಎಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಣಾ' / 'malegarevaaga baana | adagalu elli thaana'. this is where the river analysis stands out to me bc this feels like putting pebbles said river into a tumbler and rolling them over and over until they come out smooth and polished and just. right. (i am using the word smooth a lot to talk about the Kannada version sksksksk but can you blame me)

3. technically Malayalam and Kannada tie for third place on here (there is no fourth place. there is 4.75th place rounded up to fifth place and that belongs to the Hindi entry as previously stated) but Malayalam has the slightest edge for me. in terms of sound/pronunciation it's the closest to the original—i know most scholars believe that Malayalam descended from Tamil and split early on, so that might have something to do with it, but it sounds like a perfect cross between the flow of Kannada and the strength of the Tamil and ugh. pair that with Srinivas featuring and Shweta Mohan taking on that solo (by herself!!! and eating that sh*t like it was a duet!!!) and Rafeeq Ahamed as the lyricist and i play it almost as often as i play the original. (i was almost half expecting to hear the extension at the end in this version, that's how good it was)

favorite line — 'കടലിൽ ചുഴലി പോലെ | തവ നൗക കളിരമ്പി' / 'kadalil chuzhali pole | thava noukakalirambi'. i am in love with what Shweta does here, especially with the latter half of the line ('... നൗക കളിരമ്പി' / 'noukakalirambi') since she just heads straight into the 'വൻകടൽ...' and for some reason that is so auditorily pleasing to me. i don't have any rational thoughts behind that that's just how it is. her aalap before her verse is also breathier/softer than Shreya's if that makes sense but it fits her perfectly

2. Telugu. holy f*ck, Telugu. you put Shankar Mahadevan (i don't think i've ever heard him sing a bad song. ever. at least not what i've heard) and Chinmayi (Tere Bina???? Mayya Mayya???? Titli???? i'm still not over any of them from her????) in the same song you make every f*cking verse rhyme almost exactly courtesy of Chandrabose if Kannada is the sound of water then Telugu is pure silk and honey and the feel of something melting in your mouth and you expect me to stay alive? the actual f*ck? admittedly i may be biased bc one of my OCs is Telugu and i have been putting Telugu covers from my Bollywood playlist on loop for inspo but uh Rahman what the f*ck. what the f*ck am i supposed to do with that kind of genius

favorite line(s) — 'సమరం శ్రుతించైరా శిఖరం స్పృశించైర' / 'samaram shruthinchaira shikharam spushinchaira' & 'విధిగా తెగించైర | విధినే వదించైర | విలయం దరించైర | విజయం వరించైర' / 'vidhigaa thegincheyraa | vidhine vadhincheyraa | vilayam dharincheyraa | vijayam varincheyraa'. the f*cking alliteration? hello? also the 'veera raja veera' at the end of this version in particular gives me full body chills bc there is someone going up with the harmonization every time there's a new line. i don't know who it is but he's (they're? could be multiple vocals) going up and i am crying shaking throwing up on the floor having a spiritual experience etc etc

and finally 1. the top spot. the place where everything has been leading through this long ass piece that i have put you to suffer through

and ykw Tamil is pretty much self-explanatory i think: we bring Shankar back as we should but this time K.S Chithra (Asoka!!! Main Prem Ki Diwani Hoon!!! Bombay and Thoda Thoda from Indira/Priyanka and the live version of Jiya Jale that Rahman did in Dubai!!!) and Harini (also sang for Indira/Priyanka and featured on Varayo Thozhi from Jeans) are with him and Ilango Krishnan's lyrics take over and flatline me on the f*cking operating table. before it flatlines me however i break into goosebumps every time i hear it start, bc lbh it is impossible not to when you have the f*cking vocals coming in like 'காணீரோ? நீர் காண் | சோழ வெற்றி வாள் ஒன்றை காணீரோ? | ஓ அழகிய பூவே! செல்லுதியோ | மலரிடு போ சகி!' if you stay sane during that opening you are a liar get off my feed unfollow and block i don't want you anywhere near me for the next six years or however long it takes Mani Ratnam to make his next masterpiece. no coherent thoughts head empty MV playing on loop he and Rahman own me now they have the copyrights

favorite line (had to split everything into two blocks bc Tumblr was tryin to f*ck up my sh*t) — 'எம் தமிழ் வாழ்க வாழ்க! | வீர சோழம் வாழ்க! | நற்றமிழ் வாழ்க வாழ்க! | நல்லோர் தேசம் வாழ்க!' / 'em thamizh vaazhga vaazhga! | veera sozham vaazhga! | natramizh vaazhga vaazhga! | nallor thesam vaazhga!'. technically this isn't my favorite favorite line bc i have to do a seperate ranking for that below + it's exclusive to the Tamil version and i am trying to make this a wholistic review but. it's f*cking up there let's just say that. i think i mentioned in the tags of a different post of how i've been doing genealogy research and (in the process) tentatively confirmed the possibility of there being some South Asian descent from my dad's side, specifically Tamil or Telugu based on the stories/timeline of French occupation in the Caribbean and portions of the Indian subcontinent, and there's something in me that shifts every time we get down to the last twenty or so seconds and this hits. i don't know what it is, truly—maybe the remnants of the genes of my ancestors and their pride for their land, their language—but it's there and it's loud and if it's the right day at the right time i will start crying btw. full on sobbing like a little bitch. you didn't ask but i told you anyway

after all of *motions* that, i am also offering a bonus ranking of the section of VRV that makes me rewind every f*cking time it comes on in every language, bc it featured heavily in creating my eventual rankings and i would be remiss to not mention it. so here have this additional dive into my thought process during these trying times of hyperfixation rip

'आंधी से तेज़ | तूफ़ान से तेज़ | चुन चुन चुन चुन | जाली रे जाली चिंगारी | अंग अंग अंग अंग | लागे रे लागे अंगारे' / 'aandhi se tez | toofaan se tez | chun chun chun chun | jaali re jaali chingaari | ang ang ang ang | laagey re laagey angaare', Hindi — still at the bottom of the list here, but the inflection during the repetition ('chun chun chun chun' and 'ang ang ang ang') salvages it somewhat. nothing else to say it about it otherwise, since i already addressed Kavita's voice here earlier

'വാക്കാകെ നീ കാറ്റാക നീ | ശര ശര ശര ശരമേയ്ക | വേൽമഴ നെയ്തിട് | റ പറ പറ പറ വിറകൊൾക | പായട്ടെ പായ്വഞ്ചികൾ' / 'vaakkaaka nee kaattaaka nee | shara shara shara sharameyka | velmazha neythidu | para para para para virakolka | paayatte paayvanchikal', Malayalam — taking that third place as always, but its tied partner in the general rankings is higher up in this list for a change. i think the very last part ('പായട്ടെ പായ്വഞ്ചികൾ' / 'paayatte paayvanchikal') is what throws me off tho bc of the way they distributed the line, since on the first listen i was expecting them to go 'paayatte paayvan-chi-kal' and they chose 'paayatte pa-ay-van-chikal' instead. it's not like it decreases the overall quality of the song or anything it's just a very specific hang up i have. who knows maybe my preferred pronunciation would have f*cked with the meaning and we do not want that

'సుడిగాడ్పులా అడుగేయరా | సర సర సర సర | శరమే తనువే తాకగా | చర చర చర చర | చెలరేగాలి వేగంగా' / 'sudi gaadpulaa adugeyyaraa | sara sara sara sara | sharame thanuve thaakagaa | chara chara chara chara | chelaraegaali vegangaa', Telugu — this ties with Malayalam for third place and, much like it, my quirk is specfically with the last part ('చెలరేగాలి వేగంగా' / 'chelaregaali vegangaa'). my preferred is 'chelare-gaali ve-gan-gaa', they gave me 'chelare-gaa-li ve-gan-gaa'. again, not an issue, this is just me, i'm sure they knew what they were doing otherwise they wouldn't have recorded it like that in the first place

'ನೀ ಜ್ವಾಲೆಯು ನೀ ಗಾಳಿಯೂ | ಸರ ಸರ ಸುರಿವ | ಮಳೆಯಂತೆ ಶೂಲಗಳು | ಭರ ಭರ ಭರ ಭರನೆ | ಭೋರ್ಗರೆವ ಪಂಜುಗಳು' / 'nee jwaaleyu nee gaaliyuu | sara sara suriva | maleyanthe shoolagalu | bhara bhara bhara bharane | bhorgareva panjugalu', Kannada — there are at least two portions here that sound eerily similar to the original and that is why this version has moved up to spot two. it takes that water comparison i made and uses it to its advantage so much and it rotates in my mind like a rotisserie chicken at just at the right angle and it's just!!!! it's just!!!! God pls keep me from putting this in my mouth and biting it's too good

'கூற்றாகிச் செல்... | காற்றாகிச் செல்... | சர சர சர சரவெனவே | மழை தான் பெய்திட | பர பர பர பரவென | பாயட்டும் பாய்மரம்' / 'kootraagi sel... | kaatraagi sel... | sara sara sara saravena | velmazhai thaan peidhida | para para para paravena | paayattum paaimaram', Tamil — when this hits i blank out and come to at random intervals. cannot pinpoint the time the place etc but it happens and when it does i go f*cking feral. this one i am indeed putting in my mouth and biting bc the entire thing from 'para para...' onwards??? more alliteration more alliteration more f*cking alliteration. i remember someone making a post on here that said that certain parts of VRV sound like pearls bouncing off of the floor (was it @mizutaama? i apologize for the tag but i think that was you) and i think this is what they were referring to but my ears are that f*cking floor. i thank God every day for that

anyway mutuals (and non-mutuals who are just as obsessed about PS as i am) i'm sorry for clogging your feed with my opinions on a film i haven't even watched properly, pls feel free to roast me about my ranking choices. or agree but it doesn't really matter at this point bc even tho i could be talking out of my ass in terms of actually speaking said languages (i,,,,, do not unfortunately) i've said what i needed to say sksksksk

#film: ponniyin selvan ii #ponniyin selvan ii #ponniyin selvan: ii #ps:2 #ponniyin selvan #veera raja veera #jayam ravi #sobhita dhulipala #mani ratnam #a.r. rahman #kollywood #tl:dr: local gay takes that specific 'கூற்றாகிச் செல்... / காற்றாகிச் செல்...' section of Veera Raja Veera #and uses it as the base for their personal ranking of all five versions solely based on how it is translated and sung #writes an essay about it chooses their favorite lines from said versions that are not That One and posts it to tumblr.com .txt #look!!! i actually dragged myself away from streaming Shinee long enough to complete this thing that i've had #sitting in my drafts for weeks (the language analysis that is)!!!#it is f*cking hilarious at this point simply bc this is nowhere near the order of the rankings for Ponni Nadhi #like the list for that is upside down. dare i say inverted almost #i might do something for it as well in this same format idk but #doing this for VRV made me realize that every other language (except Hindi bc they have a diff version of the line)#pronounces 'soora' as 'shoora'. i think Malayalam's 'shoora' is the least pronounced and is almost ambiguous. almost not quite #you could mistake it for 'soora' but there's just enough aspiration(?) there to tell you that it's not. Telugu's 'shoora' too #the aspiration almost completely disappears when listening on Spotify it's much more prominent on Youtube #this feels like i should have posted it on my studyblr but i think i'll just reblog it there instead

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The flake episode about Gretel flaking out on her dad, tying into a larger part of who she is, being something she struggles with anyway, but also being circumstantially made worse due to . A very moral lesson kind of episode about how it's important to show up for people who are expecting you, as otherwise it is a waste of time. That said, while Dave is in fact disappointed when Gretel flakes out on him, he is continuously shown to be understanding, which is nice. Ultimately, Gretel doesn't have to deal with any of the interpersonal consequences of the flakiness, beyond a bit of guilt. She managed to handle both by just... taking a different approach to the problem.

It's not the first time Gretel had to deal with something like that before. In the episode My Invisible Friend, when Gretel was unable to make it to the spelling bee (or well, she did but she wasn't visible). However, this was (sort of) resolved by Gretel revealing she was Superhero Gretel. (which lead to a separate problem but that's besides the point).

I feel it's important to note that in both cases it was Kevin who (understandably), was pushing Gretel to focus on her superhero work.

I think this all ties into Kevin showing up on time for his date. But was literally kidnapped and taken away from it. However, Hiromi was not so understanding.

But ON TOP of that, Gretel started the episode mad at him for not coming. Now a part of that was frustration that she wrote a whole speech for him (having grown past not recognizing Kevin's own frustration at being unrecognized by the people of the city), to try and rectify that. However Kevin's... kind of gotten over that. Like he's frustrated and I wouldn't say he's completely over it. But he just kind of accepts his role as is. Part of Gretel's frustration is also something we've seen before, Gretel wanting Kevin's attention, and Kevin having his own life outside of her. The last time that happened the lesson for Kevin was to prioritize her above the dog social media. But that's not so simple this time.

Kevin was forced between superheroing, and his date. But he didn't even get a choice. He didn't even choose to leave his date. And that's the worst part, unlike Gretel who at least had some sort of choice. By all accounts Kevin chose Hiromi. And he still got accused of flaking by both sides. (And technically he wasn't wrong about it being Gretel's fault he missed his date, she's the one who made sure Exclamation knew who he was).

I am curious as to how Kevin and Hiromi's relationship will be next season. There's a sort of inevitability to her finding out at some point, and what that will mean exactly for their relationship and Gretel as a superhero.

#what I'm getting at is I think the flake episode was set up for the finale #h&g #hamster and gretel #kevin grant-gomez #gretel grant-gomez #hiromi tanaka

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Flirting Can Be a Dangerous Game

Sorry about the wait, friend. I don't usually write mlm, but it is something I'm trying to include in my repertoire. Things kept getting in the way. I think this is pretty okay, but you'll have to forgive any mistakes because, again, I don't typically write male reader fics or male leading characters. I hope you like it @keyenuta !

Riddle Rosenhearts x Male!Reader

For obvious reasons, this fic takes place at a traditional university setting. Everything and everyone has been aged up appropriately. I generally do not write pieces for or about teenagers. If you have a problem with aging up characters, please go somewhere else and don't bother me. Don't come for me unless I send for you.

And Reader is described as average height, so there is a height difference but only because Riddle is about 5'2", if my calculations are correct. (I'm sorry. I forgot to ask if you'd be okay with a little hight difference since Riddle's so short)

Contents: slight dub con stripping (if you squint), kneeling, rough kissing, brief handjob, orgasm denial, blowjob (non-Reader receiving), slight degradation, cum swallowing, face/throat fucking

I honestly don't know what I'm doing, but here we go! And if you like it, be sure to like AND reblog so others can see it! 😄

🔞NSFW Content Below the Cut! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Riddle made it very clear that as his boyfriend, your presence at the weekly Unbirthday Party was non-negotiable. Whether you liked it or not, he always found a way to drag you from Ramshackle Dorm to Heartslaybul, dress you up, and have you seated next to him throughout the event. You didn't know how you ended up in this situation every time. You couldn't help but cave in every time because of Riddle. It wasn't his fault he was so touch-starved as a child. Still, did he really need you to be there at every Unbirthday Party?

What disappointed you the most wasn't the party itself, that part could be fun at times. You enjoyed holding conversations with Ace, Deuce, Cater, and Trey. It was the fact that Riddle acted so posh during the parties. It was supposed to be a party, right? Then why did always act like he was a baron at a gala? Riddle ate and drank with his back stiff. His table manners were a little too precise for the company he kept. Riddle's overly polite mannerisms at the Unbirthday Parties were frustrating to watch and annoyed you to no end.

By the time it came for the next Unbirthday Party, an idea struck you to get Riddle to not act so posh and proper. True, it might endanger you to Riddle's wrath, and potentially another overblot situation, but you were prepared for that. Probably.

You didn't resist this time when Riddle called on you a few hours ahead of time for the party. You put up no defense when Riddle gave you some party clothes to wear, which were almost identical to the rest of Heartslaybul's uniform. When he escorted you to the dormitory's garden, Riddle looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"You're acting suspicious," said Riddle. "What are you planning?"

"Why do you ask?" You smiled.

"Usually you're very reluctant to come, yet here you are, unresisting. You're not planning on something are you?"

You shake your head. "Why would I do a silly thing like that?"

Riddle, though a junior in college, was short. It turned his face beet red whenever someone mentioned that was the third shortest college student at Night Raven. Perhaps being raised indoors for most of his childhood stunted his growth or that his mother didn't feed him the right things because she was focused on his brains and not physicality? Whatever the case may be, Riddle was still pretty short. He was forced to reach up slightly to grab you by the chin.

"Don't pull any funny business or face the consequences," said Riddle. He kissed you on the mouth fiercely as if he expected you of something. Well, he wasn't entirely wrong.

The idea came to you one night not long after the last Unbirthday Party. Riddle could be so possessive when he wasn't watching himself. He was perfectly aware that you would never cheat on him, but men like Trey and Cater seemed to make it a game of flirting with you, just to poke the bear. You know, for shits and giggles. This was especially true of Trey, who grew alongside Riddle since middle school. Trey was the only one who skirted around Riddle's punishments by plastering his face with that devilish grin and ease of tampering Riddle's infamous temper. There were ways to make it look like you reciprocated Trey's flirting without breaking rules. You hoped.

However, once at the party, your plan didn't go smoothly. You sat at Riddle's side, as always, but Trey was elsewhere. He was busy having fun with other Heartslaybul students to notice you. Boredom overcame you once again. Riddle was so busy playing the monarch and acting as chaperone over the party that he failed to notice you trying to make contact with Trey. You slouched in your seat and stared into your cup of tea.

"Psst," someone hissed next to your ear.

Lo and behold, Trey was suddenly standing next to you. Riddle was busy holding a conversation with Cater that he didn't pay any attention. That made your stomach twist in knots. Were these parties more important to him than you? Which was why you didn't feel guilty one bit about turning your attention to Trey, who was the answer to your prayers.

Trey dug into his jacket and pulled out a tiny flask. He unscrewed the top and poured a little of its contents into your tea cup.

"Don't tell the headmaster. We're supposed to be a dry campus after all." Trey whispered as he discreetly put the flask back in his hidden pocket.

You weren't sure what Trey put into your cup, but things started to get more fun. He sat down beside you and made pleasant talk, nothing that Riddle would overhear and accuse either of you of trying to cheat on him. You and Trey took secret sips from his flask. Whiskey, you think it is, but Wonderland whiskey must be made of a different stuff than the whiskey from your home world. You can feel your face and the tips of your ears grow warm. You glanced over at Riddle, who ate a frosted tart without so much as glancing in your direction.

You didn't take any more of Trey's flask. You wanted your head on straight for what you had in mind. It wouldn't do if you became completely plastered. Whatever Trey had in his flask certainly made you bolder, though. You ducked your hand beneath the table and placed it on Trey's knee. Just his knee and you didn't move it. A slight pink flush appeared in his face, but Trey quickly removed your hand.

"I'm flattered, but Riddle is right there, you know. You'd get us both in the trouble." Trey whispered.

"Like he pays attention to me anyway," you hissed under your breath. You stood up from your seat. "I think I need a walk. Get myself some fresh air."

"Wait, where are you going?" Riddle asked.

"I'll be right back, babe. I'm just going to clear my head. I'll be back soon."

You didn't stop to look behind you to see whether or not Riddle's face turned that infamous shade of red just before he blows his top off. You skirted around the other party-goers and disappeared from the party. You ducked further and further into the garden until the music and laughter all but disappeared. You wandered around the rose garden, red paint still dripping from the previously white roses. You remembered how much of a pain it was to paint them. The alcohol cleared from you head the longer you walked. You didn't know how long you were gone for, but by the time you got back, Heartslaybul students were packing up everything from the party. One poor unfortunate soul walked up to you with his face gray as a ghost.

"P-Prefect Riddle wants to see you in his room. You...you should head up there now before he overblots again."

That's not good, even if it was sort of what you wanted. Had you looked behind you as you made your way into Heartslaybul dormitory, you might have noticed the dozens of looks from the students who lived there staring at your back like a dead man walking. And perhaps you were. You didn't know what to expect when you reached Riddle's room. The bedroom door was completely closed by the time you arrived, and so you knocked. No answer.

You sighed and knocked again, this time saying, "Riddle, it's me. Can I come in?"

The door swung open before you reached for the door handle. Riddle hadn't even changed out of his party clothes. Riddle stepped aside to allow you entry, but otherwise said and did nothing. Butterflies swarmed into your stomach this time. It must be bad if Riddle was giving you the silent treatment for now. Riddle closed the door behind you. You whipped around at the sound of a lock clicking into place. That's really not good.

"W-Why'd you lock the door?" You voice quivered as you asked.

"Maybe if you weren't busy flirting with other people I might not have to resort to these methods," said Riddle. He steeled his eyes upwards and pierced you through with a single glance. "You don't have magic, so using my signature spell wouldn't do you any good in teaching you a lesson. I have to get creative."

Riddle made his way over to the chocoloate-colored couch and sat down. He crossed his legs and looked at you expectedly, but you didn't know what he was expecting. Were you supposed to grovel at his feet?

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable? You'll be here a while," said Riddle. "Strip." He ordered this time.

You balked at the words coming out of his mouth. The last time you saw him this afternoon, Riddle wouldn't even burp, now he was demanding that you take your clothes off. This was definitely not the same Riddle as before. You slowly walked towards the couch and began to remove your clothes in front of him. Riddle never broke eye contact with you as you removed each piece of clothing from your body. Riddle even made you strip off your boxers.

"Good, good. Now why don't you get on your knees for me?"

You didn't hesitate. You knelt between Riddle's legs. Beads of sweat rolled down the temples of your forehead. Your body stiffened when Riddle grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you hard on the mouth. He slipped his tongue between your lips and explored the moist confines of your mouth. You flicked your tongue against his, but that only made Riddle tighten the grip on your jaw. Ah, so you weren't supposed to kiss him back this time? You weren't supposed to necessarily enjoy this it seemed as Riddle invaded your mouth. His tongue swiped the insides of your cheeks, the roof of your mouth, and licked your teeth. You couldn't help but buck your hips slightly. Your cock hardened at Riddle's ministrations.

After a few more minutes of torturing you like this, Riddle pulled himself away, breaking apart a strand of saliva in his wake. You panted for breath the moment he released. Riddle looked down. Something dark flashed in Riddle's steel-gray eyes and for a moment you thought he was going to overblot again. But all that happened was that Riddle took on that wicked, smug, shit-eating grin whenever he bested someone. He could be arrogant and show it; he was a highly skilled mage who'd gotten into Night Raven College two years before his peers. At almost twenty, he could be an arrogant little shit sometimes and rightfully so. Riddle wore that kind of expression when he looked down at you, finally the one to hover over you. You couldn't see it but your eyes were slightly glazed over with lust, your mouth wet and parted as you gasped for hair, and back arched towards him.

Riddle reached for you. Instead of grabbing you again, he trailed a single gloved finger down your throat. Riddle's finger traveled down your chest, to your stomach, and finally reached your lap. Your cock twitched when his brushed against it. You had to bite your lip to contain the moans attempting to escape from you. Riddle gently grasped your cock in his hand and began to stroke it.

"Did Trey make you feel like this? Hm, does staring at him make you hard like this?"

Riddle worked your cock until it was hard as iron. You couldn't help but buck your hips against his hand. You leaned against the coffee table behind you and gripped the edges to get more leverage.

"R-Riddle!" You moaned.

Just when you thought you were about to burst, he stopped. You gasped for breath when Riddle pulled his hand away. A bead of pre-cum clung to the fat tip, but you were still very hard and desperate.

"Riddle," you whined.

"Did you really think I wasn't paying attention to you? Did you think I wasn't watching you out of the corner of my eye look for Trey at the party when I was sitting right next to you? Or when you talked to him and place your hand on his knee? Were you trying to make me mad?"

Riddle cupped your jaw, lifting your head up. You stared into his hard gray eyes and gulped. Riddle ran a thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes suddenly narrowed and an arrogant, sly grin appeared again.

"Why don't you put that mouth to good?"

Riddle grabbed your hands and guided to the hem of his pants. He was hard as a rock. Riddle didn't need to tell what to do next; you already knew what he wanted. Your hands trembled as you unzipped Riddles pants, easing the thing down slowly. Of course, Riddle didn't help you at all, even to lift his hips to make it easier for you. You had to it all on your own.

"Suck," Riddle ordered.

You didn't need to be told twice. You took him, his cock, into your mouth. Riddle's hand put his hand on the back of your head and pushed his cock further down your throat, making you gag.

"Too much?" Riddle cooed as the tears over your cheeks. "That's too bad. Should have thought about that before acting like a naughty boyfriend and flirt with someone other than me. You know the rules...babe."

No matter how much you gagged, Riddle didn't let you off easily. You bobbed your head up and down his shift, sucking him to the best of your abilities. Riddle would tug or scratch at your scalp when he approved of something you did to him and pinched your cheek (face) when he didn't. You looked up through a veil of tear-stained lashes to see Riddle's face pigmented with roses in his cheeks. His eyes were still stern and hard looking down at you.

Riddle ordered to move your hands behind your back and keep them here. He shifted on his couch until he sat on the very edge. This made it easier for him to fuck your mouth at his leisure. You spurted around his cock as it was half-forced down your tight throat. Riddle held your head still enough for him to thrust his hips into your face and reach with his cock past your tongue. All you could do was sit still and lay your tongue flat against him. It didn't matter how much you gagged and almost choked, Riddle wasn't going to be done with you until he said otherwise.

Riddle's thrusts quickened after a while. He forced your head against his crotch and held you there. Something warm and salty and bitter down your throat as Riddle gasped and moaned his release. He didn't bother to pull away until he was breathless and completely spent. Riddle opened your mouth, demanding you swallow all of it. You did. Riddle's leg brushed against your aching cock ever so slightly, making you wince.

"R-Riddle, please..." You weren't ashamed to beg at this point.

All Riddle did was offer you that smug look. The same kind of know-it-all, sadistic smirk he got when he turned on Heartslaybul students and dished out punishments, whether they deserved it or not.

"Maybe later. Let that be an extra lesson for you," said Riddle.

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i’m sorry you feel like shit bby, hugging you so hard right now 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

for the prompts, hl arguing and crying, it can be about anything. maybe some hurtful words are exchanged, which they later regret but in the moment they can’t think straight so they’re said

Angsty Drabbles!

“I left as soon as I could, Lou. I am so sorry! David decided to order drinks after dinner. I had to spend the entire time schmoozing with those-” Harry rushes out as soon as he opens the door to Louis’ dressing room.

“Save it Harry.” Louis cuts him off as he packs up his vanity. “It’s not like this is the first time. Part of me never even expected you to be here.”

“It’s not my fault Lou. I couldn’t just leave. David was the one-”

“Can you stop making excuses for yourself? It is always something! It’s been years since you stopped showing up! You knew it was my first time as the lead and yet you couldn’t bother leaving a stupid dinner early when this night was planned for months. It’s like you don’t even care!” Louis’ voice breaks and tears threaten to spill.

Harry is taken aback seeing the moisture in his eyes and softens his voice, “Of course I care, Lou.”

“Oh really? When was the last time you showed up to any of my performances? It’s like you’ve stopped trying and I'm the only one making efforts in this relationship.”

“Oh come off it Lou!” Harry can’t help but scoff. “You know my work is important and sometimes I have to stay up when there’s meetings and I rushed here as soon as I could-”

“So you don’t think my work’s important enough to show up?”

“Don’t twist my words.We’re adults and sometimes work gets in the way of things and I said I was sorry!”

“How many times Harry? I’m tired of this.”

“And I’m tired of fighting Lou. Let me take you out to dinner.”

“No, Harry. This time we’re gonna talk about it and we’re gonna fix the problem that has become this relationship.”

“I am not causing the problem here. You’re the one blowing this up out of proportion. I have apologised and I promise to show up next time.”

“You always do but it is always the same disappointment.”

“Well, if I am such a disappointment, why don’t you just get rid of me then?”

“What…what do you mean?” Louis’ afraid of the answer.

Without thinking Harry shouts, “Break up with me then and you’ll never be fucking disappointed again!”

Louis is stock still and all the fight drains out of him. Shit! Harry didn’t mean that. Louis calling him a disappointment had struck a nerve and Harry had lashed out. Fuck! He had to fix this!

“Lou, I didn’t mean,” he starts slowly but Louis cuts him off.

“Get out!” Louis spits out with clenched teeth trying to reel in the emotion and tears he knows are gonna spill any moment.

“Lou I-”

“Harry. Leave. Please.” Something in his voice pushes Harry’s legs to move and he quietly shuts the door of Louis’ dressing room. What has he done? He can’t let the love of his life slip away like this. His own tears start to spill as he falls down against the wall beside the door with his head in his hands. He couldn’t dare actually leave.

#thank you so much for sending logan #i hope you like this #i'm feeling so much better. i love yaaa <333 #inbox #my writing #larry drabbles #angst outta my system

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Rings of Power: 5 Reasons It’s Not a Good Show and the 1 Good Thing About It

*Sigh* I had such high hopes when it was first announced that we were getting an LoTR series. Was so excited when the speculation was that it was going to be a story in the First or Second Age. Thrilled at the idea of Galadriel being the lead character. Expectations were quickly tempered with the first preview. And now I can say all of my fears of what that first peak hinted have came to pass.

First things first, I’m nowhere near a Tolkien scholar. I know only a small bit, but I know enough of cannon for me to have expectations of certain characters. And, I know that’s partially a me problem, but seriously, if you’re going to say that you’re doing Galadriel in the Second Age, I don’t think it’s completely my fault that I’m disappointed that I didn’t get anything like what I expected. You chose to make your main character Galadriel as opposed to making up an OC. And I get that was for name recognition, but that also means you’re setting expectations, which the writers definitely did not fulfill. Regardless of expectations, though, RoP just isn’t a good show. I spoken to a friend a lot about this and I’ve said as an LotR show, it’s bad, but even if it were just a run of the mill fantasy show, it would be mediocre, at best. And here’s why - and, yes, here be spoilers!

5. …because plot

What I mean by this is too much in this series happens because they’re just looking to move the plot along. Arondir gets captured but we need him back with Bronwyn and in the fight, so just have Adar let him go. We want Galadriel to return to Middle Earth in glory so let’s have Mirel do a complete 180 because the leaves are falling from the tree. Galadriel’s only hope to keep Mirel and Numenor in the fight is for Halbrand to agree to return as a king so does, even though, two episodes ago he was begging Galadriel to let him live in peace. Oh, and Halbrand is Sauron, so, why the hell did he save Galadriel from drowning in the first place? There’s no rational reason for these decisions. And really, it cheapens things. Nothing seems earned. Everything just goes the way it needs to because plot.

4. You know they live forever, right?

From (almost) the moment they introduced Celebrimbor, I was mystified at how they had him act. All of his bluster about wanting to do something great, to create something great. He sounds like mortal man who’s realizing that his days are numbered and wants to ensure he leaves a legacy. (And, I’m going to speculate, he’s likely to cause a lot of trouble in the pursuit of this.) It was the most nonsensical

thing. Not only because, as the title says, elves live forever so I can’t really see legacy being something they worry about, but also this guy is Feanor’s grandson. If there’s anyone that should know better about the danger and price of chasing greatness, it should be that guy!

Also, this guy is apparently the greatest smith of his time and he doesn’t even know how to combine alloys…

3. 2 + 2 = 5?

Okay, I know that at times we have to suspend belief and that movie physics, movie time and space don’t always correspond to the real world, but RoP took that to the extreme. Right from episode one, Galadriel tries to swim back to Middle Earth from Valinor?!? (Also, that little boat that they shoved the elves in to go to Valinor seemed rather small and uncomfortable for a journey of that length.) Then, of course, you have the Numenorians arriving in the village just on time. Forget suspending belief because heroes always arrive in the nick of time, how did they even know where to go? Also, horses cannot continually gallop. And they can only travel like 35 miles in a day, tops. And considering they were carrying fully armoured soldiers, I’m gonna say that those horses aren’t going to manage even that. And, of course, all of that came over on 3 boat

2. That’s not how Valinor works!

Okay, this is a cannon thing, but I really can’t get over this whole Valinor is like Heaven. A reward for elves who’ve done enough good. Just no. Elves we’re never meant to stay in Middle Earth. Middle Earth is for men. And no elf, no matter how powerful can declare who returns to Valinor and who stays. The call of the gulls, the pull of the sea, this is what calls elves home into the west. Well, that and the Valar.

Strong Female Character TM

And, yes, Galadriel, or this character that they’ve named Galadriel, is the absolute worst part of this show. Note, this has nothing to do with the actress. She works with what she gets, which unfortunately is all the worst traits of a stereotypical “strong female character”. Angry, entitled, self absorbed, and always convinced that she is right. Throws a tantrum every time she doesn’t get her way. This is who the writers decided the Galadriel of this verse would be. What a travesty!

They took a character who should be wise, powerful, well respected, with over two millennia of life experience and an understanding that the past cannot be changed and the future will be what it will be, the character described as “the greatest of all elven women”, and slapped her name on a whiny brat. And the worst part is, none of her flaws are actually presented as flaws. She’s rarely gets called out on her terrible and hypocritical behaviour, and worse, she gets rewarded for it.

Her behaviour and the way she gets away with everything means that I don’t have one ounce of sympathy for her. I don’t care about her loss. I don’t care about her grief. Because she hasn’t shown that she actually cares about anybody else’s. Instead, I spent most of my time yelling at her character, “Not everything is about you!”

Honestly, at this point, I’m almost Team Sauron, because at least his character has the potential to be fun.

The One Plus

I’ve written off RoP and will not be tuning into season 2, but there is one thing I will miss and that’s Elrond and Durin and their friendship. Maybe that’s three things, but seriously, this plot line is everything that I wish the rest of the series was. Two mature characters who aren’t perfect but have good hearts and put their ppl and their friendship first. Naturally, conflict comes out of these competing interests, but they deal with them with honesty, and it’s refreshing. No self-righteousness, no presenting them lying (even if inadvertently) to each other as right or doing the wrong thing but it’s for the right reasons. Just truth, understanding, and faith in their friendship.

These are the two I root for, that I feel for, that I worry for. I know Elrond has to survive but I worry for him because I care. And I don’t even want to think about what happens to Durin. I’d take a whole series dedicated to just these two, and Disa! And, honestly, it’s frustrating because I consider this plot line, these characters, these relationships to be amazing, and if the show were even mediocre I might consider tuning into S2 just for them. But it doesn’t even reach that bar. So I wish you Namárië, Rings of Power. Though I don’t have much hope of you being good, if I did would have stuck around.

#rings of power #spoilers #you have got to be kidding me #wtf is this #Zero stars would not recommend #RoP S1 Review

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night-rise · 2 years

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RANT!

(Do not read if easily offended. These are just my own personal thoughts and experiences and don’t even come CLOSE to speaking for the rest of the fandom.)

I am honestly ready for this series to end.

I have been WAY too hooked on this show, and have spent way too long hoping for certain outcomes to happen in the series only for disappointment to hit me every single time.

With the series end I can move on in peace.

Don’t get me wrong, I really do love this show. From its characters, to its story, to its visuals, to its fandom.

However even though I do love this series they’re were SOOO many plot points I personally was holding out for!

Lilith and Amity never formed a mother/daughter bond like Eda and Luz. This was MY “Lumity” moment. This is what I wanted out of EVERYTHING in this series. Since episode 5 this was literally all I needed. I am beyond disappointed my two favorite characters never had a chance to become close and have Eda and Luz adventures. If this would have happened I wouldn’t even CARE about everything else, I would’ve been too happy to notice the other plot points. (Lumity fans can relate to that a bit lol)

Amity’s story was not as great as it could have been. Meaning at times her development and story was at times, blain and or rushed. More side story than main story. Her story didn’t get involved with the overall situation plot points at all. Very disappointed about that. She became more of the lead sidekick/ girl next door, than a key player. Everything Hunter is I wish Amity was.

No Eda and Lilith vs Belos fight. I was really hoping for that one at least and am not holding my breath for season 3 due to it being so short. But who knows.

Eda and Lilith didn’t talk more about the curse. Lilith’s redemption arc was a lot shorter than I hoped it would have been.

Not enough of Hunter being a villain. I was really hoping for more Golden Guard mayhem and battles. Specifically with his artificial magic staff. But this could have been due to shortness on time.

Not enough Eda and Luz mentorship/training/bonding. Most of everything Luz learned she learned from school or on her own. I would’ve loved more focused screen time just on Eda and Luz alone.

And finally, the Day of Unity. Belos needed this screen time. That should have been his episode ALONE. His moment to shine. But he kind of got overshadowed with the Collector taking over and him struggling against CHILDREN. I was looking forward to this guy soloing EVERYBODY. This guy was praised by witches for generations, and has been built up for so long, and to see him go out like that was definitely disappointing. I know he’s not “dead”. But he’s pretty much nothing at this point. He’s probably going to posses Hunter or something and Hunter will have to gain control over himself or something. Overall, Belos is no longer the main problem. I blame Disney for this one. If there was more time, Dana could have made the Day of Unity ALOT more intense.

Maybe it’s my fault. My expectations were too darn high for this series. That’s why my disappointment.

My overall mind was always on Episode 5, Convention. My all time favorite episode.

It was perfect. It had everything. Literally everything. Awesome character introduction. Character development. Hint of a romance. Rivalries left and right. Amity being involved with the main plot by being introduced as Lilith’s apprentice, the woman who is working for the enemy. Eda and Luz having hilarious and heart felt moments.

It was literally the perfect episode and it was only the 5th out of the series.

I was hoping for more episodes like that. And we definitely got some here and there, but not to the level I was hoping it would reach moving on to new season 2.

Anyway, like I said I am ready for the series to end. It was a fun ride, and I will remember these characters for literally the rest of my life.

Moving forward from here though, I’m keeping expectations down and will just enjoy whatever happens next. No theories, no expectations. Just enjoying the Owl Gang while I have them.

#the owl house

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moviemunchies · 1 year

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Mark Wahlberg plays a priest.

Okay, then.

Alright he’s not actually a priest for the majority of the movie. Father Stu tells the story of Stuart Long, a boxer who finds his career cut short after finding that his body can only take so much more punishment. Long decides to move to Hollywood and become an actor, which sadly goes about as well as it does for most randos that try to make that transition. He meets a woman he instantly falls in love with while working at the grocery store, Carmen, but she only dates Catholics, so he converts for her. After a life-changing accident, Stu decides that he’s called to become a priest. Life has more surprises planned for him in the form of a rare incurable muscular disorder, making an already uphill battle even more difficult.

This movie was pretty large in the online Catholic world when it came out? The Catholic Talk Show podcast had an episode in which they interviewed Wahlberg and another about priests in movies. There was some discussion about how we classify this as a Catholic movie if it’s got so much swearing in it (and to be clear, there is a LOT), and how this compares to other movies, religious and otherwise. I had thought about seeing it for a while, and it was Netflix so I figured, why not?

If I had a problem with the movie it was that it is two hours and it isn’t until halfway through that Stu decides he’s going to be a priest. I was under the impression that the movie was about Stu as a priest, and that’s not really the film’s subject. Father Stu is more about the man’s life and how he came to become a priest. Which is fine! But I was expecting something different, so when it’s not until the very end that he becomes a priest, I was a little disappointed. I’ll fully admit that’s a Me Thing, not the movie’s fault, but I want to put that out there in case anyone else was confused.

The movie takes liberties with the subject’s life, if Wikipedia is anything to go by. I’m half a mind on this–for a subject as serious as this, I would think it might be better to stick as close to the actual story as possible. However, I know how Hollywood works, and I know that a straightforward telling of everything that happens in a man’s life is probably not going to make a very fulfilling movie.

[My concerns are also somewhat mitigated by the fact that people who knew Father Stuart Long participated in the making of the film. At least, according to Wikipedia.]

But is the end result a fulfilling movie?

I’m not sure. Like I said, it feels like it takes a while to get to the point. Still, I think there’s something interesting here in what it says about faith and a willingness to sacrifice oneself. I’m generally annoyed at how often popular media depicts the “good religious figure” as someone who is more vulgar than people who care about things like theology or Church Law (see: almost every depiction of Friar Tuck), but when we see Long in seminary, he does really care about the theology, he’s just able to transmit it to people in vulgar or less-polished ways. Which is interesting. I’m not sure that I like that approach, but it is interesting.

Long decides, ultimately, that his suffering is a way to become closer to God, and I think most Hollywood films wouldn’t do that. I don’t watch enough Sad Sick People Movies (thank God), but from what I recall they generally have this weird fetishism of how “this sick person is making everyone’s lives better through sacrifice/being a good person despite suffering” or something like that. There’s an element of that here, but overall it’s clear that to the character depicted, Stuart Long isn’t doing this because of that. For him, it’s about serving God, first and foremost.

Which leads me to saying what I appreciate about this movie: it’s one that takes religion seriously. Movies and television are, in general, remarkably bad at talking or displaying religion. Even when it tries to flatter and be respectful, it often (valiantly!) misses the mark. Religion is brought up with psychological causes, emphasis is placed on capital-B Belief in something Vague and Positive, or devoutly religious historical figures have their actual spirituality downplayed–all of this, if they don’t depict religious people as drooling fundamentalists ready to burn nonbelievers.

[A thing I liked about Harriet was also how the title character’s religion was front and center there–though I’m not sure if God’s visions to her were as specific as what the film tells us.]

I really, really appreciate that Catholicism is something taken seriously in the movie. That means that this isn’t a movie for everyone because of that, I think, but I don’t see that many religious movies out there, so it was nice to come across a good one. Mind you, this isn’t even for every Catholic because of the swearing all over the place, and that’s okay, a religion’s not a monolith.

I’m also very amused that this movie shows how WEIRD Catholicism is for someone who’s not in it. When Stuart first goes to Mass, he doesn’t understand all of the things parishioners do or pray about, and it’s deeply strange for him as someone who isn’t religious (though Wikipedia says the real-life Long went to religious schools so it’s a bit off from the record, I think). He doesn’t get it! And I thought that was a bit funny, especially with Protestant friends of mine acting as if Catholic Mass is some kind of unknowable mystery.

Still, though I am glad this movie exists, I am glad that I watched it, and I think it’s an interesting, if very different sort of, Catholic movie. If you want that, then give this movie a view and see for yourself what you think.

#Father Stu #Movie Munchies #reviews #Catholic

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theadventurerslog · 9 months

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Sam & Max Hit the Road | Part 5

The Adventurer's Log

Guess what? With dinosaurs, vegetables and Bigfoots it's finale time.

To start I had a choice between dinosaurs and vegetables and I did dither a bit, but I just couldn't resist those dinos. Vegetables could wait.

Dinos, tar and bungee jumping out of presidents' noses that is. Everything you could want here.

'Dino Bungee National Memorial' It said so on the sign.

First stop: the dino and mammoth.

I knew I needed something for the stiltwalker's costume to make it more sasquatch-y and I found it in fake mammoth fur. With some help from Max I got lots, but I couldn't attach it to the costume without something to get it to stick.

I also got to examine the T-rex to learn about Rex, the Thunder Lizard, the king of the Jurassic Period with tiny useless forearms.

Next attraction: tar pit and slide. Delightful fun for the children with bungee jumping for the adults.

There was a lift leading to the top where a lady was running the bungee jumping, combining waste management and social fun. Can't fault her…creativity? I guess?? She was also getting flirty with Sam who wasn't having it. I sent this pair bungee jumping and while I failed to do anything on the first go I realized it was finally time to put the golf ball retriever and cup combo to use to get some tar on the second go.

Stilwalker's costume + fake mammoth fur + tar = sasquatch costume! Well, part of one anyway, I still needed something for the head.

Seemingly done here I headed off to the Celebrity Vegetable Museum, which is exactly as it sounds? Vegetables carved to look like people faces. I got a vegetable of Conroy Bumpus that the carver was pretty much just giving away; she had a whole box of them. And she could make anyone else provided she had a picture, so I gave her that portrait of John Muir. Did I have a reason? No. Did I need a reason? Also no. Aside from, you know, if you can get a thing in an adventure game, get the thing. It'll be needed later for more than just having a veggie of John Muir, which is probably reason enough on its own.

I also got vegetable puns from Sam and Max's conversations as you'd expect. Certainly not disappointed. Such as "Lettuce be going and see what else we can turnip."

I still needed a head piece for the sasquatch costume. I ended up back at Bumpus' mansion because I had the Bumpus vegetable and it seemed the thing to do I found a use for the Bumpus vegetable.

I was able to use it to replace Bumpus' wig in the ol' slide the object in place of the target object. It still tripped the alarm and we still got kicked out, but I got to keep the wig!

I thought I was good to go. I went back to the Savage Jungle Inn and used the costume with the phone booth. I didn't even get to see it because the Bigfoot Bouncer thought it was good but was too grumpy to let me in. His feet have been really bothering him, getting in rough shape not helped by not being able to get shoes as trying to get shoes for a bigfoot would be rather difficult.

So, I needed to find a way to help his foot problem to cheer him up. I got a bit stuck here and ended up stopping for the evening to take a break. When I came back to it the next day I tried a couple things that went nowhere. I did end up back at the dinosaur bungee place and discovered the T-rex's mouth could be examined separately.

I finally found a use for that twine! Looped around one of the T-rex's teeth and brought to the car...

And I was able to use the car to yank a tooth out. It didn't help my current cause but I was glad to have it later.

Then I took the lessons learned from the gator golf door incident: work with the most recent places. I was pretty sure I'd thoroughly checked both the dino bungee by now, and the veggie place had made it quite clear I was done there. So back to the inn. I was looking at my inventory and then it hit me. The rasp! For filing nails and presumably rasping off dead skin and such... The rasp I've been waiting to use for most of the game. That was indeed the solution and I felt a bit silly but at least wasn't stuck for anywhere near as long as the door. I also had gotten a bit stuck on the idea of needing to find him shoes, so that misdirected me. But hey, I got a dino tooth out of my needless wander at least.

Giving him the rasp cheered the bouncer up and it was time to see my new sasquatch costume at last. Are you ready?

Behold the glory:

I was so waiting for this and was not disappointed. Isn't it glorious? I don't really laugh out loud very much with games even when I think something is funny but this one tickled me and got me giggling.

I don't know that I'd call it a nice costume exactly, but the bouncer is feeling nicer and let me into the party.

I walked into a party and a Bigfoot chief making a speech to be summed up as follows:

Hundreds of years ago their time was starting to run out. They were complacent leaving the problems for the future, falling on tradition and the status quo. The humans and their technology are moving faster than they are. Unless they pull together and embrace change they'll lose not just their way of life but possibly their lives. With their current actions they'll only fall behind, moving backwards into extinction. Then back to the music and partying.

Getting kind of real here...

I was able to chat to three different Bigfoots, two of whom were the escapees from the golf course and mystery vortex, rescued by Bruno and Trixie. The one from the mystery vortex was off on conspiracy theories about aliens and Bumpus being one, and Bruno being involved in a top secret reconnaissance mission to the aliens' home planet. In general there seemed to be a favourable opinion of Bruno, if a low one of his intelligence. And low opinions of Bumpus but enjoyment of his music. The other bigfoot was the wife of the chief and a real gossip and she shared the sentiment of Bruno being none too bright while being a fan of Bumpus' music if not the despicable man himself. She was also blocking a door that was only for bigfoot chiefs.

I found my way into the kitchen where I ran into Bumpus and his henchman. His henchman left to go find a net because they were fooled by my magnificent costume, leaving me to confront Bumpus.

"Look behind you, a three-headed Monkey!" Monkey Island reference again <3. The classics.

Bumpus was insistent we were really a bigfoot so I took off the costume. The henchman came back with news that they'd left the net at home. That's okay though because Bumpus had a better idea: to take the costume and infiltrate the bigfoot ranks, learning their ways and then pick them off at their leisure.

And speaking of dunces, they went into the freezer to get the costume on but were having trouble with it. That gave Sam and Max the opportunity to simply slam the door shut. Problem solved! Well, that one anyway.

The sasquatch chief who'd been making the speech before found us and in thanks for taking care of Bumpus granted us the title of Honorary Bigfoot Chief. That let us pass through the door his wife was guarding too.

The chief brought us outside to share their biggest secret.

Four totem poles that have been passed down through the generations and were meant to hold a secret to their salvation, but they haven't been able to work out that secret. Bruno entered the scene too - "Who can party while their world comes to an end?"

The chief further explained these totems may be able to save them but they don't know what they mean, most of them have been too busy partying too much to figure any of it out and they have a hard time operating in public. So, they were asking for help, something they wouldn't normally do but were desperate.

Sam and Max agreed. The chief left to go to the hot springs. Sam noted they should wait a while to return Bruno to the circus. He had a feeling something big and important was about to happen to the bigfoots and Bruno should get to see it. Sam's been hesitant about this as was; Max just wants his money. For now it was time to see what to do.

I could talk to Bruno about the totem poles but he didn't have much that was actually useful to say, more just silliness, which is perfectly acceptable as well. I was able to circle around to the back where I found the chief and the hot springs. I was able to get more clues about the totems from him, although the images on the totems were making it pretty clear to me.

From left to right, summing up as follows:

a whirlpool like the wild side of bigfoots, something ancient, a harmony from the coexistence of two similar beings, and something symbolizing growth.

I was able to give him three of the necessary items that he threw into the pool: dinosaur tooth, the John Muir vegetable and the pillow with the hair tonic - the hair tonic being key. Each time the corresponding totem would vanish.

I was only missing the whirlpool/whirlwind. I was also running out of inventory by this point. I figured the sno globe would be the answer, but I never did sort out the missing stopper issue.

I went back into the hotel and stopped by the kitchen again where I checked the fridge to find the now frozen Bumpus and henchman. They're certainly making out like a bigfoot now. I also found an ice pick in the freezer.

I decided to go back to the Mystery Vortex thinking maybe I'd missed some kind of fix there or maybe I could find a replacement. As it turned out I had missed the Mini Vortex booth in the gift shop. Or at least I don't think I'd tried using it before even though it's big and obvious. I wouldn't have been able to have done anything with it before anyway so no big deal. I did try the sno globe with it, and I did capture the energies of a vortex, however, with no stopper it just emptied out again.

Keeping in mind my most recent areas patterns I went back to the bigfoot party to see if I'd missed anything. I missed a wine bottle on the table. Perfect because wine bottles come with corks. I didn't have a way to get the cork out though. I tried the ice pick; it didn't work but it had a very ice-pick-specific message of failure which meant it had to be important. I knew, or hoped I knew what to do.

I went back. Once more. To the Ball of Twine. Again. In hopes that the tool bending guy could help. Thankfully I was right! He twisted the ice pick into a corkscrew and I could pop the cork out and use it with the sno globe.

I went back to the vortex, caught the mini vortex, corked it up and was good to go.

One mini vortex ready for the pool.

I brought it back to the chief and that was all the items, but there was one more step of course... because what do rituals always seem to end up needing? That's right, a sacrifice.

And I thought "uh oh" thinking this was about to go sour on Sam and Max. But then Max had an idea and wandered off and the chief just left saying he'd go see if he could find someone willing to off themselves for the greater good...

And Max's idea?

Putting the frozen "bigfoot" Bumpus and Harvey to use.

Gather round for a good ol' sacrifice and spell casting! Just chuck Bumpus in there.

Bye Bumpus...

Then things got majestic.

First a rain cloud over the pool.

Then a tree sprouted and grew out of the pool.

And then!

Trees! Trees burst up around the hotel and into the city!

And overtook the western side of the States map! Trees!

Beautiful.

Or as Sam says:

"Well, that was one heck of an impressive display." With Max chiming in with "And actually highly destructive to boot." Win-win situation I suppose.

Chatted with Bruno and Trixie who had no interest in the new forest and were ready to head off to Vegas and get hitched, maybe start a family.

The chief noted they should be proud of what they did today.

You bet they're proud.

The chief gave Max his medallion which turned out to be foil-wrapped chocolate. Max was happy anyway, until remembering they forgot to get paid.

There was also still one last loose end. We never did get Bruno back to the circus. But, hey, we've replaced a sasquatch before.

I suppose the frozen Bumpus and henchman just sunk to the bottom of the pool and were easily retrieved? Either way here's an attraction.

How could they ever repay them? Would they settle for 3000 Skeeeeball tickets?

And some parting words:

"...then so be it!"

"You crack me up, little buddy."

And we ended with the Kushmans wondering if Bruno always had four arms. Whoops! But, hey they still got an attraction out of it!

And roll credits.

I got to shoot targets in a shooting gallery while the credits rolled. No real end screen, so have this one. While the after-credits messages tried to shoo me away.

Bruno and Trixie got to go get married, the Kushman brothers got an attraction back, Sam and Max get to go play in a shooting range, the bigfoots have a forest back and the western states are overrun with trees. All in all a happy ending I'd say!

I'll be honest, and I don't know why this was, but I had some slight misgivings about this game before starting it. I've experienced other Sam & Max stuff and enjoyed it. Maybe I was worried it wouldn't hold up or that my tastes had shifted or it would be infuriatingly difficult. I don't really know, but those feelings were unfounded. I really really enjoyed that.

It was fun, funny and goofy. It looks and sounds nice. I was actually glad for the voice acting which was a very hit and miss thing in the '90s.

For my worries of difficulty it was quite manageable for me. Yeah, I had my stuck points--a big chunk of a post dedicated to my spiral of madness and screaming at a door--but I was never stuck in a 'how is anyone supposed to figure that out' way. My worst sticking points felt like my fault--not seeing things--not the game's fault.

I'm not going to say the game is easy or hard. I don't like making those calls on puzzle games, or any game for that matter, because people think differently and have different levels of experience with a genre. It could be I simply clicked with its internal logic and language. My experience with some other comedy point and clicks presumably helped as well. The game had its challenges absolutely but I felt it was overall decent with its clues too. I mean, I didn't use a guide at all and I have certainly done so for points in other games. I would have saved myself some grief and certainly time with the missed door and part of their office, but aside from those spots I had puzzling moments for sure, but never so badly I had to fight against the urge to go look up a solution. Sometimes just taking a break helps too. I feel like, in some ways, I would have been more annoyed looking at a guide seeing that was all I'd missed... anyway.

My only complaint with the game is the hot spots felt finicky. Sometimes a spot would feel too broad, so I'd try to examine something else and get the thing with an unexpectedly broad spot instead. Sometimes I had a bit of trouble getting Sam to go where I wanted. And sometimes, though this at least seems very much in character, Max would get underfoot and I'd get the interaction with him instead. It wasn't enough to break the game for me or anything so drastic, but it did cause a little irritation sometimes.

Overall though, I had a great time.

Thank you to those who voted for it in the poll! I'm really glad I played it at last and it was just so fun to play another '90s LucasArts game I hadn't played before. They were gold then.

And thank you for reading and following along!

#sam & max #sam & max hit the road #lucasarts #adventure games #SamMax_Log

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myherowritings · 4 years

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Hey There, Roomie

— After being set up on a bad date with Ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. Not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to Iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend Iwaizumi is your roommate.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 4.0k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: mentions of drinking, language, secondhand embarrassment, suggestive comments at the end, oikawa is meddlesome, awkward but cute confessions™!!

a/n: ur bad date is with ushiwaka ok i’m sorry he’s a nice guy but i had to make it someone HDJSJS,, also this is based on real life events except my friend who lived in an apartment near me isn’t cute like iwa-chan :( LMAOOO i hope u enjoy reading!!! xx sof

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“I assure you, you don’t have to walk me to my apartment.”

“It’s not a bother. I insist.”

“No, it’s fine.” Although you tried to keep a smile on your face, you were certain it looked more like you were baring your teeth at him. “Really. You don’t have to do that.”

Ushijima shrugged. “I told you, it’s no big deal.”

Your grin turned into a grimace as you stepped outside the car and headed towards your apartment complex. You managed to grit out, “Great. Thanks.”

A friend from your class had told you they had a friend of a friend who saw an Instagram post of you and thought you were cute. After they showed you a picture of him, you said the same. Little did you know it would lead to a mess of a date set up by said friend.

The date was at a karaage chicken place and it was filled with the most uncomfortable silences you had sat through since office hours with a professor who you were sure hated you. Ushijima was nice enough and it wasn’t the worst date ever, but the two of you just did not click. You figured it was partly your fault for agreeing to meet with him despite not having a single clue about his interests and never having talked to him once, but it was too late to undo it now.

He was a gentleman, at least. Offered to pay, held your seat out for you, drove you to your apartment complex, and, now, was trying to walk you to your doorstep.

The thing was, you did not want him to know where you lived.

You didn’t get red flags or feel threatened by any means, but having a guy you went on one uncomfortable date with know your exact address wasn’t really something that sat well with you. You’ve heard enough college horror stories to be wary. But, you didn’t have the heart to tell him explicitly not to walk you home… So the only solution?

Head to your friend’s apartment in the same complex instead.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Ushijima, examining you as your eyes darted around from building to building.

You’d been to Iwaizumi’s apartment before, but that didn’t stop you from looking lost and confused in this maze of houses. And it didn’t help to have Ushijima’s semi-condescending gaze on you the whole time. The worst part was, you were almost certain he didn’t even mean to be condescending— He just was. To you, at least. It definitely rubbed you the wrong way during the date.

“Yeah,” you laughed, walking past your apartment, “of course I know where my own apartment is.”

Iwaizumi’s place was just a few buildings north of yours, which you were quick to remember after catching sight of your place. You briefly wondered if he would be home on a Friday night, but quickly decided it wasn’t important. It’s not like you would be entering his house anyway. In fact, if all went well, he might never even know you were outside his apartment to begin with.

The plan was to have Ushijima drop you off at the doorstep (since he so unwaveringly insisted that he had to and it was no trouble for him to do so), tell him goodbye, fumble with your bag to “look for your keys” as he walked off, then—when he was out of sight—dash to your apartment and lock yourself in your bedroom for the remainder of the night.

A foolproof plan.

“Well, we’re here!” you chirped, standing outside Iwaizumi’s door labeled 237E. You whirled around to face Ushijima. “Thanks for walking me. See you around!”

“Of course.” He nodded but made no move to leave.

Your smile wavered. Was he waiting for you to enter your house safely? If he didn’t seem so innocent, it would’ve been incredibly creepy.

“Err,” you drawled, ruffling through your bag. “I’m just finding my keys. You can leave now; I don’t want to keep you any longer!”

“It’s not a problem.”

Your right eye twitched. What did he think could possibly happen in the time it took you to unlock your door and enter? While it was sweet—in a very suffocating way—it wasn’t what you wanted. After the bad date that was disappointing for the both of you, you expected him to eat his food and dip. Not see you all the way into your house despite the fact that, deep down, he’d much rather be in his own home. It was domineeringly kind.

Didn’t he understand how stressful this could be for someone? His obliviousness was overbearing, but you supposed you couldn’t blame Ushijima when you didn’t verbalize your discomfort to him.

“Everything okay?” he asked for what felt like the fifth time that night.

You chuckled nervously. “I guess I…can’t find my keys?” Looking at him sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. “But, my roommates will probably be home soon! Or, they might be here now. I’ll just ring the doorbell when you leave!”

Ushijima blinked. “Why not ring the doorbell now?”

“R-Right,” you stammered, unsure whether you wanted to rip your hair out or cry in frustration. Maybe both would be good. “That’s smart. I can do that.”

He looked at you expectantly.

You winced, bringing your pointer finger to the white button of the doorbell. Before you even had the time to gather the courage to press it, the door swung open suddenly, startling you enough to let out a small yelp.

“Ah—! Iwaizumi!” you cried, eyes wide as you stared face to face with your very confused-looking friend. He glanced between you and Ushijima with a questioning expression, but you rambled on before he could say anything. “Hey there, roomie!” You batted your lashes, pleading with him to play along. “I forgot my keys again.”

Iwaizumi’s face displayed a look of pure confusion and you were certain he must never have gotten any acting awards when he was younger. His expression became even more puzzled when you wiggled your way inside the door, standing snugly next to his side.

After an awkward silence, you continued again, “Well, thanks for walking me Ushijima-san! And thank you for the date. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

If he noticed anything suspicious going on, he didn’t show it. Instead he simply nodded and wished you a goodnight.

Yup, there was definitely no chance of Ushijima wanting to ask you out on a second date. Not that you were complaining.

You shut the door—the door to an apartment that wasn’t even your own, mind you—and let out a sigh of relief. With your eyes closed and your back resting against the wall, you momentarily forgot you were standing in the entrance of Iwaizumi’s living room. That was, until you started feeling his heavy gaze on you.

Gulping at the intensity, you cracked your right eye open ever so slightly. “Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Yes?” repeated Iwaizumi incredulously, voice raised in exasperation. “You want to explain what just happened here?”

You had a sudden interest in your shoes as you shuffled in place. Iwaizumi was your friend and someone you considered yourself semi-close to— Comfortable enough to hang out with regularly and talk with almost every day, but not someone that you confided in with no qualms. And definitely not someone close enough for it to be normal to show up at his place unannounced. You were much closer to his best friend, Oikawa, but that was largely due to him finding out you had a big crush on Iwaizumi a number of months ago and feeling the need to tease you endlessly. Apparently, nothing brought people together like relentless goading.

“Another bad date,” you answered with a noncommittal tone. “A friend set me up with that guy you saw, Ushijima, and the date was so awkward.”

He folded his arms across his chest, pulling his white t-shirt snug around his biceps. You tried not to let your eyes bug out of their sockets at the sight. “And yet you let him bring you home?”

“I couldn’t say no! I tried dropping hints but he just didn’t get it.” You looked up, a sheepish half-smile on your face. “But I was smart enough not to bring him to my apartment. Hence why I came here. Roomie.”

Iwaizumi let out an exasperated half-chuckle, half-sigh as he motioned for you to come further inside. You slipped off your shoes at the doorway and followed him into the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to him. He rested his arm against the headrest of the sofa and you were consciously aware of his hand mere inches behind your head.

“Are your other housemates here?” you asked, curious as to why there wasn’t the usual amount of chatter and rage gaming from inside their respective rooms.

He shook his head. “They’re all back at their hometowns for the weekend.”

“And poor Iwa-chan is home all alone on a Friday night instead of out partying with friends?” you teased, reaching over to pat the top of his head mockingly.

Glaring at you for the nickname, he lightly swatted your hand away. “You’ve been spending too much time with Oikawa. His shittyness is rubbing off on you.” There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice to let you know he was only joking. “And being home alone is better than being stuck with a bad date.”

“Ouch,” you cried, crossing one leg over the other and sticking your tongue out at him. “Yeah, sure, I would rather have been curled up in my bed than go on that date— But you didn’t have to call me out like that.” You pouted. “At least I got free food, I guess.”

He rolled his eyes with a snort. “If you were uncomfortable, you could’ve called me to come pick you up.”

Despite his gruff voice, there was a look of concern on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of his mouth were downturned. Iwaizumi’s offer made you feel warm in the stomach, even if you were sure he was just saying it out of courtesy.

“Or better yet,” he continued in a murmur, “don’t let your friends set you up on dates with guys you barely know, dumbass.”

“Hey! Aren’t you and Oikawa the ones always telling me I need to go out and date more in the first place?” you said, huffing at his insult.

They told you your college years were your prime dating years and you might regret not going out with a variety of people now. When else would you have the free time and the patience to date, anyway? That was part of the reason you agreed to blind dates and set ups, after all. If Iwaizumi was insisting you date around, that most certainly meant he didn’t reciprocate your feelings for him. Meaning, you had to get over him somehow before the hurt could kick in, even if that somehow included less than ideal fraternization.

“I never said that,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Why would I tell you to go on dates with other people? It was just Oikawa who said you should.”

You blinked in confusion. “But you were there and you nodded in agreement.”

He shifted his body to get a better look at you, a scowl on his face. “I did not. You were drunk and you probably thought my head was moving when it wasn’t.”

“Well, you were drunk too! Maybe your head was moving and you just didn’t know.” The lines between his forehead deepened and you laughed, unable to stop yourself from tapping the wrinkles with your ring finger. “Don’t think too hard; you might hurt your brain.”

“You really have been spending too much time with Shittykawa,” he said with a defeated sigh. “But whatever you think I said back then, it’s probably not what I meant. You shouldn’t date anyone unless you want to.”

The thing was, you did want to date someone. Iwaizumi. You were just under the impression he didn’t want to date you.

You shrugged. “What about you? Have you been dating people you don’t want to?”

He shook his head. “No. I haven’t dated anyone recently,” he admitted, averting his gaze from you for the first time that night. “I actually...am interested in someone, though.”

Your stomach dropped. Oh.

“But I don’t think they like me.”

Trying not to show him the crestfallen expression on your face, you looked down at your lap. You had been mentally preparing yourself to accept that Iwaizumi didn’t have a crush on you like you had on him—you were ready to face the harsh reality—but you were not expecting him to tell you he liked someone else on top of that. That was just a double blow to your gut.

You forced out a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound too strained. “That’s silly. Of course they like you.”

“I didn’t even tell you who it was.”

“Don’t need to,” you said diffidently, fingers toying with a loose thread on the blue sofa. “I already know. There’s no way someone wouldn’t like you back.”

Iwaizumi snorted disdainfully. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Them going on dates with other people and telling me about them after seems to be a solid indicator that they don’t.”

You froze, letting go of the string you accidentally pulled from the couch. Now, you wouldn’t say you were an overly optimistic person, but you still couldn’t help but think the situation he described was oddly familiar to yours. There was a large chance he was referring to someone else, but with the way you felt his smoldering gaze on your body, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could be talking about you.

“Maybe they think you don’t like them so they’re going on those dates to get rid of their crush on you— But only because they thought you told them to do so! And, honestly, the dates probably aren’t helping at all on getting rid of the crush; it just makes it get even bigger and bigger as they realize they can’t like anyone the same way they like you and now they don’t know what to do,” you babbled, unable to stop the word vomit.

After processing the words that you had just uttered, you slapped your hands over your mouth to shut yourself up. That was a little more than you had originally wanted to say… Okay, a lot more. You winced. You wanted to subtly hint that you were talking about yourself, not be so obvious as to yell it out with a megaphone and have a blinking billboard pointing your way.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You could only hope Iwaizumi was oblivious enough to let this whole thing go and assume that you were only speaking hypothetically. But he was smarter than that. You knew it. He may be a little dense when it came to romance, but even he couldn’t be dumb enough to misunderstand your conspicuous slip up.

Your stomach churned as you awaited his response.

“So,” he spoke slowly, keeping his cautious regard on you, “Oikawa was right?”

You blinked. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. But things just didn’t seem to go as planned today, you supposed. “What do you mean?”

“You do like me, then?”

“W-What? When did…” You gaped, trailing off as your throat tightened. “He told you that?”

“A month ago, he told me he thought you might like me,” Iwaizumi admitted, a rosy red darkening the apples of his cheeks. “But that was before you started going on those crazy dates, so I figured he was wrong.”

A cry of indignation escaped your lips as you heard the news. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

“No way!” you sputtered in disbelief. “He found out I liked you months ago— At the beginning of the school year! And then last month, Oikawa told me I should to get over you by going on a bunch of dates.”

Your brows were furrowed and arms folded as you glared into the sky, wishing Oikawa were there so you could yell at him for making a fool of you. Iwaizumi caught your gaze with a disgruntled look of his own.

“What on earth?” you groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“I’ll kick his ass the next time I see him,” Iwaizumi vowed.

“Please,” you muttered, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind.

Oikawa knew you had a crush on Iwaizumi. Why would he tell him behind your back? And was Iwaizumi’s response negative? Is that why Oikawa told you to date to get over him? Trying to understand Oikawa’s thought process was enough to almost give you a headache.

“But, wait,” said Iwaizumi quietly, effectively interrupting your train of thoughts. “Months?”

You peeked at him through the cracks between your fingers. “Huh?”

“You said you liked me for months now? Since the start of this school year?”

The heat rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. “T-That’s not the point—!”

“Because I’ve liked you for a few months now too,” he interrupted before you could deny anything. Your eyes shot open as you stared straight at Iwaizumi, just now noticing the serious expression on his face.

Was this a confession?

“Ever since that night we ditched our friends to stay inside and watch Godzilla instead of going to the party.” He shared a small, slightly sheepish smile with you as he recalled the memory.

In the beginning of the year before classes had started but everyone had already moved into their respective apartments, Oikawa decided everyday of the week leading up to the first day of school would be a good day to get shit-faced drunk. It was fun for the first three days, but by day four you were getting worn out, and by day five, just the thought of consuming one more jello shot made you shudder.

So when Iwaizumi—who you had then only recently realized you had a crush on—suggested you two sneak away to his empty apartment and watch some movies instead, you were more than happy to oblige.

“I thought you looked...cute that night,” Iwaizumi managed, his voice gruff and tentative. “It was funny how you were scared by the movies even though it was hardly even horror.” He snorted at the recollection, hints of a grin playing on his face. “And I may have realized then that I had already started liking you.”

You bit the inside of your lip to keep your face from splitting into a beam. Your eyes were wide open, almost as if you were in a daze and were only dreaming the events of this night had happened. Iwaizumi shoved his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets, ducking his head to hide his delight at this situation.

“You like me too?” you asked breathlessly. There was still a tone of disbelief in your voice.

He nodded. “Have for a while now. But I didn’t tell Oikawa about it until last month. And that’s when he said he thought you liked me back.”

At his words, you visibly relaxed. So Oikawa didn’t blab about your crush on his best friend— Though, in all honesty, maybe if he had, you could’ve had a relationship with him sooner. You leaned your head back against the headrest of the couch with a sigh. “Then if he knew you liked me, why did he tell me to date other people that night we were all out drinking together?”

“To piss me the fuck off.”

You laughed in surprise, not expecting Iwaizumi to sound so furious.

“He probably wanted to get me to disagree with him, that dumbass,” he hissed, a scowl forming on his face. Even with his nose scrunched and forehead crinkled, you thought Iwaizumi was as handsome as ever.

“Maybe Oikawa thought you wouldn’t confess without his help so he wanted to push your buttons and make you jealous by seeing me date other people,” you said, chuckling at the audacity of this situation.

Iwaizumi apparently didn’t share your amusement, since his scowl deepened. “I would’ve confessed without his unwanted help,” he grunted. But you knew he wasn’t too annoyed by his best friend. Oikawa never had any ill-intentions towards the two of you, and you both were aware of that. “I was a little jealous, though,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “And I may have gotten a bit happier every time you told me afterwards that you didn’t like your date—especially tonight.”

You smiled shyly at him, only mildly embarrassed by the routine you two had picked up. Go on a date (usually prompted by Oikawa), wish your date was Iwaizumi the whole time, go home, message Iwaizumi about your bad date, repeat. But in today’s case, you went to him in person instead of texting.

“But I was dreading that one night you’d message saying your date went well,” he said, hands balled up into fists and gaze downcast. “Or worse— Not message that night at all.”

Your expression turned somber as you realized that while you were casually dating around to try to get over Iwaizumi, he was there watching you go out with other people. A feeling of guilt spread through you as you bowed your head slightly, wishing you had taken the chance to tell him your feelings instead of trying to toss them aside.

“Iwaizumi, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I didn’t even think about how it could be affecting you.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He placed his closed hand on the top of your head, making you look up at him. He nodded once. “You didn’t know. And Assikawa was the one pushing you to go on dates you didn’t want,” he said wryly, though his tone was more amused than bitter. “But maybe now you don’t have to keep going on those bad dates anymore.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he offering—?

“Y’know,” he said, “if you… If we…”

“Went on a date?” you completed, hesitant but hopeful. “With each other, I mean.”

“Yes. With each other.” He held his breath. “What do you think?”

After a beat of silence, your face split into a grin. You practically jumped off the couch in excitement, bouncing towards Iwaizumi to tackle him into a hug. He let out a surprised grunt, but caught you in his arms nonetheless.

“I think you could’ve saved me loads of wasted nights if you had asked a month earlier!” you laughed, burrowing your face into his chest— His very strong, very muscular chest that had no business being this comfortable. “To think all this time I could’ve been going on dates with you instead of random people I end up blocking a day after?”

His right hand rested between your shoulder blades while his left was lightly cupping the back of your head. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his thin t-shirt.

“We’ll have plenty of time to make up for it now,” he said, voice warm and inviting. “We can catch up on dates this whole weekend. Or just rewatch all of Godzilla again.”

“That sounds like the perfect date weekend.” The grin on your face never left as you stayed tangled in his arms. “And your roommates aren’t back until Monday, hmm?”

He titled his head down at you to see your expression, the corner of his mouth quirked upward as he smirked. “Yup. They’ll be gone all weekend.”

You two exchanged knowing looks, causing you to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively and make him laugh. His ears turned red and when you pointed it out he got even redder. You smiled at each other as you held him even tighter.

It didn’t matter what you two would be doing this weekend. All you cared about was getting to spend more time with Iwaizumi.

“Then we most definitely have a lot of catching up to do.”

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lilolpotato · 3 years

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Chemicals

In which Miya Atsumu slowly poisons his girlfriend’s mind, and Suna Rintaro gives her the antidote

Warnings: Toxic behavior, body shaming, like 2 swear words

Genre: ANGST

At first it was small. That’s how it always starts, really.

You both had started dating recently, and you were in the honeymoon phase.

He would constantly make you blush, never failing to compliment you.

“Princess! If you were an angle you would be an aCUTE angle” he would wink, before hugging you and telling you how beautiful you looked that day.

Maybe it was wishful thinking or naivety, but those days you thought you both would never break up.

You spent summer nights in his muscular arms, dreaming about how handsome he would look in a suit, about the words he would say as you’re getting married, about how his face would look when he sees you in your wedding dress.

You got late on your way to the gym, he was going to walk you home like always.

You decided to just buy him a snack instead of making one like you would usually

His eyebrows creased in disappointment when you handed him the snack you bought

“You seriously bought it?”

Atsumu was too consumed in taking out his frustrations to notice your eyes growing sad

But he played it off like a joke later, and apologized.

He made excuses that he was tired from practice, or that he was frustrated with his last test grade

“Sorry princess, I swear I didn’t mean it. You know I’m grateful for how supportive you are!” He whined, “I love you, I wouldn’t change you.”

With a kiss on the lips, the incident was forgotten.

The next time he got angry was when you were late to a date

Your were stuck at the store, getting yourself some band-aids because you fell and it was bleeding, but the line was very long

It wasn’t an anniversary or an important or particularly expensive place, but it still made him angry.

You walked in half an hour late, bruises and scrapes all over your arms and legs looking like you’d just gone through hell, with a smile

You expected your Tsumu to fuss over you, give you kisses, and tell you everything was gonna be okay.

“Is this you trying to get me back for getting mad at you when you bought me that shitty snack instead of making me something? You know, all of my past girlfriends would make me delicious bentos and take care of me the right way.”

Your face dropped.

He dragged his hands through his golden hair, and the eyes that you fell in love with became eyes you were intimidated by

That day you cleaned your wounds on your own, trying to tell yourself that he shouldn’t have been that angry

But when you looked inside your heart, all you found was love and guilt.

The next day at his practice, you brought a bento you had spent hours working on, bandaids everywhere and your Tsumu apologized and moved on.

“Sorry babe, I was frustrated with practice. Love ya, bye.” He said nonchalantly.

A peck on the lips and the incident was forgotten.

You sat at the bench cheerfully, watching the team, happy that your problems were ‘solved’

Fox-like eyes noticed all your scrapes and bruises, and he sat next to you during breaks in practice, the same breaks Atsumu used to talk to his teammates and fan girls, and he asked you if you were okay.

While your Tsumu should have been consoling you, Suna was fussing over you, telling you everything was going to be okay, as your fake cheerful attitude dropped. His fists clenched as you tearfully admitted how Atsumu felt about your shortcomings as an s/o

That day, and the days after that, Suna Rintaro acted more like a boyfriend than your Tsumu did, despite your Rin only being your best friend.

Atsumu would say, “Babe, are you wearing make up? You know I like your natural look.”

And your Rin would assure you, “You look stunning no matter what you put on your face” with a tiny grin and adoring eyes.

“Hey, princess? Can you put on some make up? Your skin is looking irritated today.” Atsumu would advise.

Your Rin would disagree, shaking his head, “Even if your skin ‘looks irritated’ or whatever, who said that’s a bad thing? You should put whatever you want on your face, sweetheart, don’t listen to him.” And you would tease your Rin for being cheesy.

Atsumu would look at you in surprise,“You can’t fit into the dress I bought you? Maybe you should lose some weight, my ex was a size zero, but don’t worry, I won’t expect you to get there in a day!”

Your Rin would tell you, “I think you look beautiful, size 0 or size 100! Is there a size 100?” You would laugh together as he grumbled that talking to you was making him lose brain cells.

His foxlike eyes watched you, as he admitted to himself that he would make himself look stupid however many times if it made you laugh like that.

Atsumu would critique, “You should eat more. You’re looking pale these days, it’s kind of bothering me.”

And your Rin snapped at him that day, saying “I think your girlfriend can very much choose what she wants to put in her body.”

Atsumu only shrugged and continued munching on the bento you had painstakingly made for him

Your Rin looked at his bento in envy

Osamu would only give you a small apology whenever he heard Atsumu say something mean to you.

He didn’t know you very well, but he did know that you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. However, he wasn’t aware of how often Atsumu would insult you.

As the days went by, you noticed a difference between your Tsumu and Atsumu.

Atsumu hurt you. Atsumu scolded you for your mistakes. Atsumu made you question whether you were good enough to be his girlfriend.

Your Tsumu would never make you feel that way. To your Tsumu, you were a treasure, and he was grateful to keep you.

You and your Rin were walking on the grounds, because Atsumu was mad at you again.

“You’re talking to Suna too often!” He had huffed angrily, “Don’t be such a slut! He’s my best friend, don’t lead him on like that. Are you cheating on me?”

You convinced yourself that things will get better, that it was only Atsumu’s insecurities making him angry and hurtful so often.

The final dose of poison was when he fed some of the bento you had made to one of his fangirls.

They had asked for a taste, eyes sparkling, taking about how Atsumu and Osamu always had the best bentos.

So Atsumu took the chopsticks he was using, the same ones that his lips were on, and used it to feed that girl.

He was unaware that you were tearfully watching, your Rin at your side, your heart officially broken.

You walked up to him, asking him how could you do that, how could you hurt me like this?

But he scowled angrily, and those eyes, the same eyes you were once in love with, the eyes you were scared of, glared at you with so much hatred your knees almost went weak.

And after he said, “So now ya understand how it feels?” in such a petty way, the tears you’ve been holding back for so long finally came bursting forth, and so you told him, “I’m done.”

His eyes widened in realization, and before he could say anything, you finally stood up for yourself.

Because then, you told him what he’d been doing to you as the fangirl and your Rin, your currently seething Rin, watched.

“You’re poison, Miya Atsumu. You tell me to lose weight, so I starve myself. You tell me I’m a slut, that I’m not good enough. You’ve told me that I’m not pretty enough without make up, that I shouldn’t wear make up. I foolishly followed because I loved you!” You stomped your foot in frustration of your past actions.

And you walked away.

You walked to your Rin, the one who treated you how you deserve to be treated.

Because you deserve better.

Atsumu only watched helplessly as your Rin put his muscular arm around you, as you leaned on his chest, as you walked away.

Miya Atsumu isn’t the one who gets dumped, he’s the one doing the dumping.

He tried to convince himself, delude himself that it wasn’t his fault but he knew it was.

Tears fell from his once scary eyes, years later, as he looked at the wedding invitation.

You’re invited to the wedding of L/n Y/n and Suna Rintaro

He never deserved you, he poisoned you, and now that the poison doesn’t have anywhere to go, it ended up consuming him.

Miya Atsumu, professional volleyball player and playboy, sat in the corner of his apartment with sobs racking his body as he cried over his mistakes and everything he’s lost.

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bri3ll3 · 3 years

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moral of the story

pairing: bucky x black!reader

summary: bucky has been distant your entire relationship and you finally find out why

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, cheating, harsh language, violence (hitting and shoe throwing)

a/n: now this is coming from a place of hurt on my part bc i’m dwelling over a past heartbreak but i felt like bucky was a good character to do this with. i know bucky would never but just for the sake of this he did.

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i remember the day he asked me out, i would have been what you described the happiest girl in the world.

if i had know what the future held maybe i would have never seen him again after the first date.

through out my entrie relationship with bucky he was distant, i knew he had his reasons but at some point he had to make an effort. sadly he never did and each time i was left disappointed and disappointment at some point in time leads to anger.

the anger took a while to build up, approximately two years. spending years of “loving” someone and ending up disappointed and angry was never how i expected my relationship to go, especially with the man who i thought was the one.

i initially thought it was my fault, that i was being too clingy. i distanced myself and i guess that gave him the ok to distance himself even more.

when he was away i found myself staying up and waiting for him to return, i stay up for days. days eventually turned into a week and a week turned into two. sometimes i thought he’d never return and honestly on some occasions i hoped he wouldn’t.

when he was home he wouldn’t talk to me, always looking at the tv with some sort of alcohol in his hand. in my attempts to talk to him he either completely block me out or tell me to go away once again leaving me disappointed.

i dont know why i stayed with him, i wanted to fix whatever was happening but talking to bucky was like talking to a brick wall. i also was in love or so i thought, maybe it was a placebo for the hurt and pain i felt.

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i walked into the kitchen to see bucky sitting at the island with a glass of brown liquor in his hand, “we need to talk” he looks at me confused “about what?”. the clueless look on his face makes me angry “about us bucky because clearly there’s something wrong” i say and he shrugs “i think our relationship is completely fine” he takes a sip out of his glass as he looks at me.

“of course you don’t see the fucking problem because you are the fucking problem” he looks at me shocked “i’m the problem?” he’s in complete disbelief. “yes bucky you are you’re never here, you’re always gone and it’s been like that for the last two years and you don’t know how much it affects me because when you are here you stare at the tv like a zombie” the tears are hot as they fall down my face.

he stands up and walks towards me “did you ever think that you could be the problem?” he practically spits in my face as he yells at me “you were so fucking annoying my god asking about dates and trying to do this and that you never stopped, i never loved you shit i barely even liked you steve was the one who talked me into asking you out anyway” i look at him shocked as the words leave his mouth.

“you peice of fucking shit” i yell as i hit his chest “i hate you” over and over again, i yell this words as i continue to hit his chest, i don’t stop until someone pulls me always “let me go i wasn’t done” i struggle to get out of the strong arms that were holding me.

“she was good you know she was way better than you were she made me feel so good” i take my shoe off and throw it at him in complete anger but he dodges it. “you know i was actually planning on ending this earlier so we could get hitched and make her my old lady” he continues and i just cry in the arms that are holding me.

i didn’t want to believe anything he said but it’s so hard not to, part of me wished this was some sick joke but it wasn’t.

“i hope it doesn’t last, you don’t deserve any ounce of fucking happiness coming your way because you drained me of mine, i hope she cheats on you too yeah get a piece of you own medicine” i look dead at him “karmas a bitch and i hope it bites you right in your ass” he just stands there and it pisses me off even more “get out” i look at him “get the fuck out now” i throw my other shoe at him and this time it hits him but it doesn’t nothing.

he walks away and i immediately break into a fit of sobs in the pair of arms that are holding me, the placebo had run it’s course.

i never really knew the man i “loved” for three years but my mother told me young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes but that’s good because in the end it’s better for me because that’s the moral of the story.

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authorkun · 3 years

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (005)

"𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚."

Fushiguro stated. While still cool on the outside, internally Megumi was pleading with himself that it wasn't true. Gojo sighed. "It's starting to look like a possibility." "Why are the Elders here though?" The raven head questioned. "The council are making preparations." Masamichi stepped in. "They're already assuming the worst?!" Megumi snapped. "He's still alive! He's still-!" A hand made a stop motion.

"I think you should leave the matter with us. You and Kugisaki need rest. We'll have Shoko look at your wounds later, for now rest." Masamichi held a commanding tone, although gently said. Fushiguro hesitantly nodded before picking up his peer, and started his way towards the dorms. 'M/n is not dead right? He'll make it-.'

Once more his train of thought was interrupted by the faint yell from the infirmary. "He's crashing! The internal hemorrhaging won't..." The rest became muffled, when the sound of a door slamming shut echoed the empty hallways. 'Please stay alive, I can't lose you too.'

Timeskip

Report:

900 hours. Due to prior events from the day passed; both first year student: Itadori Yuuji, and second year student: L/n M/n (also special grade Jujutsu sorcerer) of Jujutsu tech university have been pronounced dead. "I can't help to think that it was my fault." The snowy haired sorcerer chuckled bitterly. A hand was curled into his hair, as his fingers tugged at the strands. "It couldn't have been. Those incompetent fools are." Nanami reassured from across the male.

The two were seated across from each other in an empty room. Only two couches sat idly in the center. "The fact that the council is filled to the brim of cowardly heathens, has already been established. But hey, what can we expect." Gojo sarcastically answered. "Shouldn't both of us be experts in this?" Nanami held a stoic stature.

"We all knew what we were getting into. Death was just another thing apart of the list of risks." Kento spoke. It wasn't a lie, the two had suffered such losses and learned what the consequences truly were.

"It was inevitable." The word itself, pissed off Gojo to no end. Inevitable. Such a pathetic word, made by mortal chains who were paranoid of life. It always made him feel small; the word reminded him of how helpless he truly was during situations like this.

It angered him, heck, he was livid in fury. But the more he tried to refuse reality, the more times he ran into the same wall. Helplessness.

Timeskip

"Sukuna's host?" Shoko pointed towards the table, Itadori laid. "And...L/n." She lead the sentence on. Caressing the second-year's face, she clicked her tongue. "Anyways, I can dissect him however I want, right?" She asked referring to Itadori.

"Just make use of him." Gojo asked. "Of course I will. Who do you think you're talking too?"

"..."

"And we have direct instructions from the council for L/n. Those old farts aren't any fun. I was kind of curious of what was inside of that pretty little head of his."

With Fushiguro and Nobara

"He told us to "live long", but all your problems vanish when you you die. Was he your first comrade you've lost?" Nobara asked. Currently the two were sat on the steps of the entrance. "He was the first classmate."

"Hmmph you seem oddly fine. After all that second-year died too." "I could say the same for you." Megumi shot back. "Well I only knew them for about two weeks. I'm not such a soft woman...that would cry over the death of people like them." The female's voice cracked, as her lip quivered.

"It's so hot though." Kugisaki complained, changing from the depressing topic. "Yeah, I wonder when we'll get our summer clothes."

"What the hell? You're more depressing then ever.." Nobara sneered. "Megumi!" A voice interrupted. "Is this a wake?"

"Zenin-senpai."

"Don't call me by my family name. Maki. Maki!" Maki sounded out her name. Suddenly murmuring from behind a tree caught the three's attention. "He really did die too. Yesterday too! Another boy in first-year."

A tick mark formed, as Maki started to sweat. "Say it earlier! I'll seem like a cold-heartless devil!"

Panda and Inumaki stepped out from their 'hiding' spot. "Actually that's exactly what you are, you know?!" Panda yelled back.

"Tuna-Mayo."

"Who are they?" Nobara pointed towards the three strangers. "They're out second-year senpais. Zenin-senpai, she's the best at handling charms out of us students. Inumaki-senpai is a specialist in spells. His only vocabulary is onigiri ingredients. And panda.

There's another, Okkotsu-senpai. Along L/n-senpai, they were the only ones I could openly respect. He's overseas right now." Megumi explained. 'I wonder how Okkotsu's taking it. If he even knows yet. He and L/n-senpai were close.' "Are you just going to leave the panda's introduction at "Panda?" Kugisaki cut off Fushiguro's thoughts. "Oh sorry guys you're also still in mourning too." Panda bowed.

"We know how you must be feeling right now. We both lost L/n and Itadori. L/n was like family." Maki reassured. A small frown though lingering. "Mustard leaves-bonito flakes."

"Through the grief though, we want you guys to attend the Kyoto sister exchange." Panda finished.

"What's that?"

With Gojo

"You know, I have a pretty shitty personality, Don't I?" Gojo asked from his slumped position. "I know." Ijichi sighed.

"I'll seriously slap you later, Ijichi." The threat caused a shiver to go down the male's spine.

"Why would someone like me, someone who doesn't have characteristics of a teacher, take a teaching job at a technical college? Ask me." "Why is that." Ijichi shookenly asked. "Because I have a dream."

"A dream you say?" Gojo leaned back in his seat.

"Yeah, as you know from what happened to M/n and Yuuji, the establishment is the den of evilness in the world of sorcery. It doesn't take much brain power to know that the council of elders are a council of fools, and idiots.

It's a bargain sale for rotten oranges. I'll hit reset on the shithole that the world of sorcery is. I could easily kill those at the top, but they would simply be replaced, and no one would follow someone who'd kill the higher-ups. That's why I chose education. To raise strong and clever comrades. That's why sometimes I dump my missions on my students."

Ijichi gave an unimpressed look. "Not because you wanted to skip out of them?" "They're all extraordinary. Especially that third-year, Hakari and second-year, Okkotsu. They'll become shamen who could even rival me." Gojo's fist clenched as he glared at the table in front of him.

"Yuuji was one of them." Through gritted teeth, his glare downcasted. "M/n...was the only one who could surpass me."

"I'm going to start now." Shoko pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Ijichi started shaking in fear as he pointed behind the female. "Huh, what's wrong." "G-G-Gojo." An amused smirk formed as he saw behind her. Itadori was sitting up with a mildly confused expression.

"Woah, where's my clothes?!" Itadori exclaimed glancing downwards. "H-H-He H-H-He's a-a-alive!"

"Don't be so noisy Ijichi."

Shoko pulled her mask down a disappointing look sent to Itadori. "That's a shame."

An awkward silence befell. "Ummm this is embarrassing." The pink head nervously scratched his neck.

"Welcome back." Gojo placed his hand out. "Yo! I'm back!" Itadori slapped the outstretched hand. "Good to see you're alive." "It's good to be back. Can I get some clothes though?" Gojo and Shoko nodded at each other before heading out of the room. "We'll be back."

When the two left, Itadori started grabbing the garments from a bag. While changing, his eyes caught an oddly familiar tuft of (h/c) colored hair from next to him. 'That's impossible.' Tugging his shirt on, he inspected further. Pushing back the cloth covering the body, Yuuji's eyes widened in realization. 'No!' "I-Ijichi w-who's this?" He asked pointing towards the male. "That's L/n. He was a second-year here."

From the confirmation of his identity, a feeling of grief and sadness started to form at the pit of his stomach. Tracing along the scars that littered his neck. A worried frown formed. 'What happened to you?'

Although, inside him, where Sukuna sat, the king of curse's 'throne' stood empty. Sukuna watched in horror as Itadori had pulled the sheet back. Something continued to eat away at him. He couldn't die again right? He just saw him again. He never told him of the past.

The same sick feeling filled Sukuna as felt as though he was going to puke. "Not again!" His anguish screams filled the domain, as he threw, and broke numerous skulls that had made up the pile.

"Not again please." Sukuna faintly pleaded, as his kimono and hair dripped with water. Back on the outside Itadori had clenched his nails into his fist. Small droplets of blood seeped from his grasp.

"Why'd you have to go and die already?"

M/n POV

The coldness was the first thing I felt when I woke up. While the breeze was soft, the coldness of it all was unforgiving. It was all to familiar though. That day...

"RUN M/N! DONT LOOK BACK!"

It hurts. Stop.

"Your whole clan is pathetic~"

Stop please. It hurts.

"What are you going to do? You're too weak."

A pain filled scream echoed throughout the darkness, one I could only assume as my own. "What do you want? Please stop!"

"You killed us! It's your fault!"

The voices bounced off the walls from every angle. "What do you want from me?" I cried out.

The echoing voices seem to pause. Silence. A singular figure started to emerge from the snowy ground.

"You're not real. You died 10 years ago." My feet moved, as I started backpedaling. The figure, a woman. A yellow kimono dressed her body. Long (h/c) hair framing her chest, and face. (E/c) orbs which seemed so foreign. "I'm here my love. You're here with me." She reached out a palm towards my face, the only reaction was a flinch which was returned.

"It's me n/n. I'm back." Her soft tone felt deceiving as she stuck out her arms towards me. "It's been so long." Shaking my head, I refused to accept. "You're dead, stop this. Please." Fingers started to tug and pull the messy strands of hair.

"M/n, please." Warmth filled my core, as I was pulled into an embrace. My legs wobbled as we both fell to the floor. Sobs started racking my form as the woman, I've only known as my mother held me in her arms. "M-Mom? Why'd you leave me? I-I'm s-sorry, I was t-too weak-!"

"Hey, shhhh...It's okay. You did everything you could. It's not your fault at all sweety." Coming face to face with her, her thumbs wiped my eyes. "You're the strongest person I know M/n."

"Y-You left though! Y-You l-left and I d-d.." Words started getting choked up as a lump formed in my throat. "And that's one of the biggest burdens and regrets I have to carry." She spoke calmly pushing back a strand of hair.

"You've done so many good things and helped people in need. I've been with you ever since I passed. To think, my own son was such charmer though." She quirked a brow teasingly in hopes of lifting the mood. A small chuckle escaped. "I missed you." A bittersweet sigh left her parted lips before a smile graced her features.

"As have I." A comforting silence filled the void as we sat in each other's embrace. "M/n, although I despise it with all of my heart, you can't stay." Eyes widened, I pushed her body back.

"What do you mean? I just got here?" A frantic expression slowly forming.

"M/n..."

"I just got you back! You can't leave!" She once more stuck out her hand stroking my cheek. "M/n, you are the strongest person I've known my entire life. You've saved hundreds if not thousands. And you have people who love you back there! If you stay, you'll break their hearts." A shaky breath left, as tears started to fall again.

"I know. I'm so selfish! But I can't find the heart to see you leave again." Pushing my head into the crook of her neck. "You have too. You still have so many first's you have to fill though. Get married, live your life. It's not your time yet. I'll be with you every step of the way." She smiled, kissing my forehead.

"I love you M/n."

"I love you too." Her figure started to fade into small cherry blossoms. "It's time to wake up M/n~" With that, she disappeared entirely. A bittersweet smile managed to appear. Collapsing into the snow, I let the coldness finally envelope me as my eyes shut closed.

'It's time to wake up.'

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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The Escape Route (Yan! Don Giorno x Fem!Reader)

A request from a lovely nonnie mouse asking how the Don would handle his darling attempting to escape from his home. A bit of a drawn out scenario... I really hope you enjoy the read.

TW: Manipulative relationship dynamics, possessive behaviour, yandere behaviour

Word Count: 2.7k

Your brisk walk was slowly turning into a run as you worked your way through the busy streets of Naples. With your breathing ragged and eyes darting around to make sure nobody was on your tail, you tried to think about how best to put your escape plan back on track.

You knew that Giorno’s influence extended further than most, but you hadn’t expected him to have the power to derail every single option you had thought of to escape from his overpowering grip. You had been running around for hours now, from station to station, none would book you a ticket to anywhere, every cab ride was hastily halted after a dubious phone call… resulting in you being unwillingly ejected from the vehicle each time. So there you were, running into the more dangerous parts of Naples, frantically looking for some kind of shelter to house you while you thought of what you would do next.

Thankfully, you found a tiny inn, sparse amenities, small and far removed enough you thought, to not be on Giorno’s radar. The kindly old lady didn’t ask many questions, and you paid with the cash you had been slowly hiding away for such an event.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your relationship with Giorno had descended to this but you knew that if you stayed any longer his charming brand of captivity would best your common sense and you would be trapped forever. With Giorno, you had access to anything, no request was too demanding… in exchange though he required you to be within his confines at all times, listen to and obey his honeyed instructions with minimal fuss, and to not run off in the occasions when he did take you out of the mansion. I’m just keeping you safe he said… little did you know that the most dangerous one of all was the Don himself with his hypnotic gaze.

To give him the benefit of the doubt, it could have been much worse, he never harmed you physically, never pushed the intimacy boundaries further than you allowed… in your moments of weakness, it was you who had sought out his embrace. The absurdity of it all- vacillating between love and hate for this man, and so to protect the fraying thread that held your sanity together, you decided to make a run for it. It was not an impulsive idea, you had spent the better part of the year planning your grand escape, trying to imagine every way in which your plan could go awry and possible solutions to the problems. Ironically, this was a habit that you had picked up from Giorno himself, and should your plan actually work, it would be quiet poetic- escaping using the traits of your captor against him. You had gathered small amounts of cash here and there, not enough to rouse anyone’s suspicion, and made sure that any and all evidence of you memorizing the layout of the surrounding areas was completely erased. Perhaps the most difficult task of them all, was to lure Giorno into false sense of security regarding your disposition towards your situation. In the weeks leading up to your escape, you had flawlessly played the part of the dutiful ‘wife’, listening attentively, spoiling him with gentle touches and loving gazes, making sure to build up your affections gradually, as if they had been blooming naturally so as not to trigger any suspicion.

Finally, you saw your opportunity to make your move that morning. Giorno had to leave early to meet with a few associates from Japan, so you rose with him, and watched as he got ready, helping him with his hair and doing up his tie. Looking up to meet his crystalline eyes, you noticed he considered you with an expression you haven’t seen on him before.

“What is it tesoro? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked in a gentle tone.

“You’re… just so beautiful… would you like to come with me today? I’m sure they would love to meet you… I call them associates but in actual fact one of them is a relative of mine. You’ll only be bored for a little while; after that we can do whatever you would like to,” he asked with a gentle smile. You thought about how you were going to answer, ultimately you knew you didn’t want to go, favoring your grand escape instead, but denying him that quickly would definitely set off alarm bells in his mind.

“Ah! Perhaps next time my love, I’m not going to be good company today, I woke up with a bit of a headache… I’ll probably go back to bed and sleep it off after you leave,”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you feel any better bella, I hate the fact that you’re hurting,” Giorno cupped your face in his hands and gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, “get some rest bella mio, I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can,” kissing you on the forehead he left without another word. Waiting for him to be completely out of the villa, you watched as his car exited the driveway before quietly packing what you could, mentally going over your checklist more times than you cared to count. Since your change in attitude, the staff at the villa were more accepting of your whims, partly to do with the fact that Giorno had instructed them to do so - within reason, but also, because you had won over their trust and if you had to be honest with yourself, there was nothing you could fault them for. The dynamic Giorno had with them was not ruled by fear, but rather by admiration… all of them being drawn in by his charisma. Managing to maneuver your way through the mansion and out an exit that saw you climbing over a hidden portion of the eastern wall surrounding the villa, you had finally been outside the confines of the villa on your own for the first time in well over a year.

In the car on the way to meet with his guests Giorno was preoccupied. He had noticed the gradual change in your behavior and as much as he would have loved to give you the benefit of the doubt, a nagging inclination that you might be lying always clouded his thoughts. He loved you- entirely- even though there were days in which you rejected his affections, he was patient with you… eventually you’d understand, the dangers that lurked in every corner made your captivity, as you so unceremoniously called it, a necessity. He had grown so accustomed to making decisions with little to no advice, he had adopted that stance in his personal life as well. He rationalized that once you had accepted the fact that his actions were all borne from his desire to protect you, your lives would be peaceful, until then, he would be patient, enduring your tantrums and snide remarks with the grace of an aristocrat… which only upset you further. To Giorno, you were to be looked after, protected- treasured, and so no matter how much you had tested his patience in the beginning, not once were you ever hurt or taken advantage of. Violence and shackles were much too unrefined for a gem like you, so to correct your behavior, the young don resorted to other, less threatening means of discipline.

“Don Giovanna? We have arrived,” shaken out of his musings by his consigliere, his attention was drawn to the fact that they had arrived at their destination ready to discuss the matters at hand.

“Thank you Lorenzo, would you check if the staff has everything ready while I greet our guests?”

“Of course, excuse me,” with that, Lorenzo had left, hastily attending to a call as he walked.

“Ah, welcome to Italy, I take it you and your associates have settled in well?” said Giorno with a polite bow, being mindful of the cultural conventions of his esteemed guests. Drinks were ordered and everyone present had settled down in the private lounge, except for Lorenzo who had been animatedly conversing on the phone for enough time to make his absence felt. Frustrated by what he was tasked to do, he abruptly ended his conversation and sought out Giorno to give him the news, finally, the staff at villa Giovanna had realized you were gone.

“Don…”

“The expression on your face can only mean one thing… when did they notice?”

“A few minutes ago, she couldn’t have gotten too gar given the timeframe… what would you like me to do?”

“You stay here and keep our guests company, I’ll handle this…” not even bothering to alert the driver, Giorno collected the keys from the valet and zoomed off. Making a short drive even shorter, he arrived home in foul mood, although he did assign some of the blame to himself, recognizing his fatal error when he ignored his gut feeling, he was disappointed at how easily you had managed to slip from his grasp and wondered if his staff had been plotting with you all along. He would have to address that later on though, his primary concern now was to locate you and bring you back home.

“Mista, I have a special request to make, please come to the villa, bring Fugo with you,” said Giorno in a quick call, there were few who he trusted more than his underbosses, and this task was something that required only the most competent people. After a short explanation of the situation at hand, both men had already started making calls to the relevant people in an attempt to thwart your plans.

You would think the most frightening thing about Giorno would be his god-like requiem ability. But over and above the raw power he possessed was his reach, the world seemed so small, as if it had rested comfortably in his elegant hands- and you had been getting reminders of this inescapable fate over and over again. By the time you had given up on the idea of escaping through any traditional means of transportation, you must have tried fifty different avenues, each attempt failing more spectacularly than the last. Having had enough, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would not be leaving Naples immediately, and found refuge in the outskirts of the city. You climbed the rickety staircase behind the lady as she prattled on about her day.

“Shall I get you something to eat dolcezza? You look like you could use something warm and comforting in your system. In fact, let me do just that, you get settled in so long,” said the innkeeper before you had a chance to interject. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the day, you took comfort in the fact that this place was so remote, you were almost certain you were safe for the meantime. The tiny bathroom was a far cry from the palatial one you had grown accustomed to while being in Giorno’s villa, but it served the same purpose, only this time, you had your freedom. The place was peaceful though aside from the sound of what must have been a car backfiring and the small creaks from the natural expansion and contraction of the dwelling, it was quiet enough for you to calm down and organize your thoughts. Now that you were comparatively more at ease than before, you felt the strain of the day in your body, aching muscles, sore feet and cuts and scrapes that began to smart affixed a slight grimace to your face as you rummaged through your belongings to find some sort of pain relief.

A sharp knock on the door disrupted your search. You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating if you should ignore it or answer.

“Dolcezza, I’ve brought you a small snack, you’re going to enjoy it,” you just wanted to crawl into bed and forget the day you had, but you also didn’t want to snub her kindness, you reached out to unlock and open the door.

“Buongiorno tesoro… enjoying your little excursion? Marina here was kind enough to show me to your room so I could surprise you… seems like it worked, look at this charming expression,” turning to the smiling woman, Giorno nodded for her to leave. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, you wanted to cry, to run, to jump right out through the hazy window but your feet were rooted to the ground.

“Well (y/n) … you’ve been running around Naples for the entire day, have you found what you’re looking for?” his usual honeyed tone was laced with derision as he critically eyed your surroundings. “is this what you were so desperate to escape to? Look at this place… look at the condition you’re in… how is any of this better than everything I’ve given you?”

“I have my freedom here…” was all you could muster as your mind raced thinking of how he had still managed to find you despite all the precautions you had taken. “Giorno, how…”

“How did I find you? I always have my ways…” he said, sauntering over to the window, opening it just enough to make eye contact with whoever was outside, dismissing them with a nonchalant wave of his gloved hand. Pulling out his cellphone, he showed you the opened application, explaining that he had been using it to track your location, following the signal from the diamond earrings he gifted you on your birthday, carelessly left on when you had made your hasty escape. In all fairness, you hadn’t considered that the dainty gems were anything more than that. Feeling your legs starting to give out under you at the revelation that you were the cause of your own undoing, you sat on the bed hanging your head in defeat.

“Freedom, you say? Tell me how has that worked for you?”

“That’s not fair! You’ve basically controlled every single encounter I’ve had, and even when I thought I had escaped you by coming here, you still somehow managed to manipulate the situation…” you shouted, tears of frustration running feely down your face.

“Stop being dramatic, the world is full of horrible people, everyone is looking out for themselves, I wish you would realize that… tell me tesoro, how many people turned you away? Threw you out of their cars, made up excuses to deny your requests? Not one of those people looked into those pleading eyes and thought you were worth helping. Why? Because people are selfish…”

“You… you threatened them all, you…”

“You give me too much credit, it’s not like I was going to kill them, I hate violence, despite your disappointingly low opinion of me, even you have to admit that I’ve never done anything to physically harm you… all I want is to protect you, you don’t understand how things work out there,”

“It’s not like you’ve ever given me the opportunity to find out how things are… I”

“Some people are just meant to be loved and protected tesoro, isn’t that enough? Why would you want to risk being hurt to get a taste of something that’s actually not even worth it… you’re not cut out for this life… I’ve been here so I know this isn’t what you deserve. You’re coming back home with me,”

“But, I- “ you attempted to interject but his intense glare halted you.

“(y/n), I’m very patient under most circumstances, but please don’t test me now, I won’t say it twice…” said Giorno with a slight bite to his voice, it was clear he was growing tired of this conversation, and you were losing your will to fight back. With a quivering lip and misty eyes, you moved to gather your belongings but was stopped by the young don, arguing that he can replace whatever is there, wanting no other reminders of this transgression to follow you both back. Resigning yourself to this fate, realizing there was nowhere beyond his reach, you grasped his outstretched arm and followed him to the car to return to your life of opulent captivity. Months and months of planning all resulting in nothing, it became glaringly obvious to you that escaping was futile…

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sergeanthopeless · 3 years

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female Byleth S-supports ranked best to worst

(keeping my personal feelings about the pairings themselves to a minimum)

(Gilbert and Alois omitted, since those are platonic S-supports)

(warning: long post)

1. Seteth

This S-support is about as romantic as it can get. This thing just makes my heart flutter every. dang. time. and it’s easily the best S-support in the whole game for female Byleth. There’s a REASON why a lot of people hop aboard the Setleth train after witnessing this masterpiece.

Sure, Seteth lectures his way in and out of the proposal, but let’s be real, if it was any different it would be out of character, and acting the responsible advisor is just part of his charm. Plus, he pledges utter devotion to Byleth for the rest of his existence, and we essentially get wedding vows out of this one. It doesn’t get better than that!

He’s so self-assured during this S-support, and that’s sexy. But he is patient and affectionate with her, and takes the time to make sure there’s no room for confusion. He clarifies that his feelings are not those of duty (which is a problem with some other S-supports), or an interest in perpetuating a Nabatean or Crest-rich bloodline. It’s very clear that he just wants her, and that’s it. But where others put Byleth on a pedestal, this S-support feels like an exchange between equals.

Byleth’s reaction to this one is particularly noteworthy — there’s an unusual amount of emotional expression from Byleth during this S-support, INCLUDING A FRIGGIN BLUSH! Byleth does NOT blush often during these supports. Plus, Byleth asks Seteth to promise that he’ll follow wherever she goes. Unlike some of the other S-supports, it’s very clear that she’s invested in him and wants him.

Favorite quotes:

“I cannot conceive of a world without you in it.”

“I love you, deeply. Will you marry me?”

“From this day forward, I will always be at your side. Through good or ill fortune. Through the greatest of joys and the worst of woes. No matter how daunting the task, I will be there.”

“Courage, my love. Let us go forth and face the world - together.”

2. Hubert

I was genuinely caught off-guard with Hubert, especially since I haven’t played Crimson Flower yet and have gotten all of my impressions of Hubert from the fandom. A pleasant surprise, though, and pleasant enough to snag the #2 best S-support!

He starts with advisor nagging, which is no surprise since that’s his character. However, he doesn’t take too long to get to the point of the conversation, and everything is straightforward yet sweet. It’s very cute how he flustered he gets in the beginning, and his self-consciousness about his suitability as a husband is really sweet. But what really clinched this for me was the privilege of seeing a BLUSHY HUBERT! This surprisingly lovable psychopath gets so dang worked up and excited over Byleth giving him a ring and proposing to him right back.

Favorite quotes:

“[I’d] rather you be with me rather than some dubious individual.” (Yes, I altered the quote, but let’s be real, he wasn’t talking about Edelgard there.)

“I once thought killing you would be a great challenge, but the real difficulty was declaring my love.”

3. Ignatz

This S-support starts with an angry Ignatz, which had me worried. Ignatz is one of those characters where I expected his apparent youthfulness to cause a problem in his S-support (it definitely causes problems in other S-supports), even though he’s actually 17 at the start of game like Felix, Dimitri, Claude, Raphael, Ferdinand, and Edelgard. So I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer maturity of his proposal!

While he’s definitely self-conscious and doesn’t even expect Byleth to accept his proposal, it says a lot that Ignatz still had the guts to do the proposing. While he expresses surpassing admiration toward Byleth as someone who supported him through troubled times, he’s not dependent or subservient. Yes, there is a prominent fixation on Byleth’s beauty, but he’s an artist, so I think that adds more meaning to what would otherwise be an extremely shallow point to make during an S-support.

Favorite quotes:

“You are my goddess.”

“You soothed my troubled soul.”

“My beloved goddess.”

“I want to love you for all eternity.”

“I love you with all my soul.”

Hoo boy, this boy’s got a serious SILVER TONGUE on him! *fans self*

4. Lorenz

Regardless of how you feel about Lorenz, you’ve gotta admit this is a pretty flawless proposal. He reminisces about and apologizes for the trouble he used to cause as a youth, has a smooth transition into the presentation of the ring, and then his composure falls apart when Byleth reveals she’s been wise to him all along. He’s such a perfectionist, and his determination to propose perfectly is very consistent with his character. But I also appreciate that he made sure of Byleth’s feelings before actually asking her to marry him (ring presentation aside).

This S-support makes it very clear just how much Lorenz admires Byleth, which I feel is extremely important in context of his character. He can be incredibly self-centered to the point of being downright irritating, so the fact that he’s now talking about her and is focused entirely on her shows the sincerity of his feelings and how much Lorenz has grown as a person.

The bit at the end where he gets overexcited and uses his full name is hilarious, but I’m glad the S-support doesn’t end there, which would have taken away from it. Instead, it ends with Lorenz swearing to make Byleth happy and work with her in making the world a better place. Equal partners!

The last thing that really made this S-support for me was the voice acting. The broken voice, trembling, and stammering really added emotional depth to Lorenz’s character in this critical moment, and really brought everything to the next level in terms of overall impact.

Favorite quote: “Pedigree and status are no longer priorities for me. I now know that what matters most is the worth of an individual’s soul.”

5. Felix

The moment I noticed that this S-support was taking place at the training grounds, I knew it was going to be good. And it goes exactly as you would expect with our favorite tsundere, flustered and deflecting and all, but the sheer effort that he ends up putting into it is so endearing. And I adore how Byleth messes with him the whole time.

It starts rough, let’s be real. He just hands the ring to Byleth and tells her to “take this.” Oh, Felix. This poor boy is so. friggin. hopeless. You can practically hear his thought process leading up to this point. “How do I make sure Byleth never leaves?... Ah, marriage — yes, that’ll lock her in!” *facepalm*

But Felix’s body language is what really makes this S-support, starting with the finger point and then ending with the kabedon. Plus, we get a glimpse of something very rare: blushy Felix!

Favorite quotes:

“Fight me for the rest of my life.”

“I want you to be my wife. Please say yes. Let’s get married and stay together until we die. I love you.”

6. Balthus

I really didn’t know what to expect with this one, although to be honest, what expectations I did have were fairly low. Yet despite his faults, Balthus managed to scrape together a rather charming S-support! His nervousness and stuttering is adorable for such a big, tough-talking guy, and I love that we actually get an impatient “Just say it already,” from Byleth.

It was nice to see Byleth’s good influence on Balthus, although I’m not a fan of the woman-redeems-man trope. And considering that Balthus asks for up to 5 years to get his act together…that wasn’t exactly a point in his favor.

What made this S-support for me was all of the classic lines. Balthus isn’t necessarily a smooth talker, but it would be wrong to say that he doesn’t know how to talk to a woman. The proposal itself had me ROLLING: “Marry me, pal!” The voice acting was flawless, particularly when he said, “my love.” Balthus, I’ll say this on Byleth’s behalf: please stop trying so hard. And never say that again.

Favorite quotes:

“It’s time to take the biggest gamble of my life.”

“Comfort be damned! I need you by my side. Always.”

“Let’s get hitched right away! I know a guy.”

“To look after you...and be brave enough to let you look after me. that’s what marriage is all about, right?”

S-support portraits shouldn’t really matter here, but I’m going out on a limb here and saying that Balthus’ portrait is the best one of all Byleth’s S-supports.

7. Dorothea

I have a lot of Dorothea feels, okay? She’s my baby girl. And by this point in the game, she’s so jaded and used to disappointment that it just breaks my heart. So when Byleth proposes to her, you can hear the genuine emotion in her voice. She’s so in love with Byleth, but clearly talked herself out of it long before this moment. “You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you…?”

And then she’s so happy. It’s not fancy, but her pure happiness really makes this for me. The hopeless romantic finally getting her happy ending is just really lovely.

Favorite quote: “I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved. But I never dreamed that it would feel this wonderful when it actually happened.”

8. Ferdinand

Oh boy, Ferdie. There wasn’t much of a preamble, and the presentation of the ring wasn’t anything special. He’s still full of himself: “You hear noble Ferdinand von Aegir declare his love for you, and all you say is, ‘I understand’?” and this S-support is more focused on him than it is on Byleth, which is exactly the opposite of what happened with Lorenz’s S-support, even though they’re similar characters.

That being said, this S-support has its moments. We get a good reaction out of him (even though it’s over the top), and we get a sign of his personal growth when he reins himself in. The trembling and feeling faint is very cute (10/10), and considering his ambitious nature, him saying that he considers winning Byleth’s heart to be one of his greatest accomplishments is sweet, as is the way he dreams about their future.

In other words, this one starts rough, but ends sweet.

Favorite quote: “I need you as much as I need my next breath — more, even.”

9. Dedue

Can we just appreciate that Dedue chose to leave Dimitri for Byleth? That is so meaningful. Dedue spends the entire game unhealthily attached to Dimitri, and finally he finds something that he chooses for himself. Of course, there is the concern that he will become unhealthily attached to Byleth, but I don’t get that impression from his S-support.

There are so many wonderful little details in this S-support. The tiny, modest ring. The straightforward proposal. Both of them gazing at each other in loving, comfortable silence afterward. Byleth’s blush. And DEDUE’S LAUGH. Just. the laugh. It’s important.

Finally, Dedue invites Byleth to come with him to visit Duscur. TAKE NOTES, CLAUDE!! Anyway…

10. Edelgard

*takes a deep breath and sets aside my feelings about Edelgard’s stance on the Children of the Goddess*

Alright, so this S-support is significant because it’s one of the few where you can tell that there is genuine affection on Byleth’s end. She really takes charge of the proposal, going so far as to use Edelgard’s nickname, “El,” to convey affection and intimacy.

At first I was concerned when I heard Edelgard say, “This ring…thank you, my dearest friend,” and I was like HOLD UP – did Byleth just get friendzoned?? But Edelgard clarifies by expressing that she has romantic feelings too, which saves the scene. But while sweet, the rest of the S-support focuses on Edelgard’s ambitions and generally lacks romance. Fitting for her character? Yes. A satisfying S-support? Not really.

11. Dimitri

It’s clear from the beginning of this S-support that Dimitri and Byleth have become close friends. I appreciate the way they talk about their wounds, and although talking about Dimitri’s nightmares is far darker than I expected from an S-support, it shows just how much Dimitri has improved.

What disappointed me about this S-support is the lack of emotion on both sides. Sure, the “my beloved” pet name is wonderful. And sure, Byleth isn’t very emotional as a rule. But Byleth shows more emotional in other S-supports. And there is not nearly enough of a reaction on Dimitri’s side. Come on, dude. You’ve been aggressively simping over Byleth since Day 1, and you’re just taking this proposal in stride?? You should be unconscious right now.

12. Mercedes

I’m so proud of how far Mercedes has come at this point. She’s determined to live in a way that makes her happy, outside of her Crest or anyone else’s expectations. That being said, a lot of this S-support feels more like it could have been an A+ support.

Major points to Mercedes to being the one to do the proposing. A lot of people mistake her kind nature for being demure, which is not the case. She is bold, speaks her mind, and knows what she wants. And in this case, that’s Byleth. Her proposal is gentle and respectful, if a bit bland, and her reaction to Byleth’s acceptance is absolutely adorable. She’s so happy yet insecure, and I wish there was more communication from Byleth to reassure her.

13. Hanneman

Hanneman is an academic through and through, and his nature as a scholar comes through strongly in his S-support. He tries to approach things pragmatically, almost ruins things by talking about Byleth’s role in his research, but fortunately realizes that’s the wrong way to do it and takes a new approach with more feeling. It’s very similar to Linhardt’s S-support, but less self-centered and overall better. Hanneman treats Byleth as an equal, and shows enthusiasm in his own way.

Overall, this is an extremely pragmatic S-support, but it’s not without its charms. That being said, it definitely requires an interpretation of Byleth’s character where she has developed a taste for academia.

Favorite quotes:

“I suppose there’s no reason to hold ourselves back any longer.”

“I don’t want the power of your Crest - I want you.”

“I can’t wait to see the results of this undertaking.”

14. Yuri

This S-support is very consistent with Yuri’s character. The scene opens with Yuri trying to repay his “debt” to Byleth, which definitely lacks in romantic vibes, but works in context. It’s nice to see Yuri nervous and out of composure, but I admit I had been expecting…more…from him with how charming he’s supposed to be. Then again, like Sylvain, maybe the fact that he’s dropped the façade is supposed to make it meaningful. At least he blushes! Blushy Yuri is something I didn’t know I needed. The bit at the end where he whispers his true name in her ear is very nice, too.

But yikes…Yuri talks about his death. And considering that in most of the routes, Byleth ends up being most likely essentially immortal, this hits HARD. She is definitely facing the death of her lover in a few decades at most, and that is not something she wants to think about during a proposal.

Favorite quote: “In return for this ring, I ask for you.”

15. Raphael

Raphael is a pretty clueless, non-romantic kind of guy. But the sudden proposal is very cute. Considering how awful he is at expressing himself, it works really well with his character to simply have him jump right in and get it over with.

That being said, I couldn’t help but feel that his reasoning for getting married was just a little loose. He always wants to be with Byleth and expresses that he wants to serve as her knight. Uh, you realize you can do that without marrying her right, bud? Byleth didn’t seem to be very into this proposal either, although she does have a wonderful little smile in the S-support portrait, which makes up for that. I love how the portrait emphasizes Raph’s size and strength by having him lift her up bridal style. It’s an actually flattering portrayal of him, too.

Favorite quote: “And…I’ll love you. Forever and ever. And ever!”

16. Sylvain

Ah yes, Sylvain. Our favorite train wreck. The good news is that he’s finally taking charge of his life, and I like that he’s straightforward in this S-support rather than flirtatious, which means that you know he’s being sincere. It’s cute to see him genuinely happy, and his statement that “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy,” is very good.

However, the “If you told me you never wanted me to look at another woman, I’d go blind for you” is going too far. I know it addresses his skirt-chasing character, but I just don’t know if they could have a healthy relationship. I know this is rating the support scene, not the ship itself, but I don’t think that’s a positive indicator for the future.

17. Claude

This S-support gives me so many bad vibes. Yes, he expresses his love for Byleth as well as his utmost confidence in her, but dude, actions matter more than words, and your actions speak VOLUMES. He’s the only one to just run off at the end of the S-support, and while I understand his reasoning — I really do — it’s clear that his own agenda and ambitions will always come before Byleth.

This is what I heard: “Right now, Fodlan is like a newborn... so that’s why I’m leaving, so you have to do all the hard stuff yourself. See ya, sucker!!” Ah yes. Prime husband and father material there. Obviously.

“I’m sorry that I won’t be by your side at such an important event...” Uh huh, yeah right. You’re obviously itching to get out of there.

I’m sorry, Claude stans, but giving Byleth an engagement ring and then running away for who knows how long is LAME.

18. Jeritza

The first thing that struck me about this S-support is the fact that it takes place in the Agarthan HQ, Shambhala. This is super meaningful because it means that Byleth and Jeritza go there together to use their killing prowess to take out Those Who Slither in the Dark post-Crimson Flower. It’s a nice way to tie up the route. The portrait is super dynamic and unique, too. That being said…

He’s still fixated on killing Byleth. If that’s your thing, then hey, I can’t judge. At least we all know that if he hasn’t killed her by now, it’s never going to happen. It’s such an empty threat it’s probably an inside joke by now. But Jeritza’s clearly still figuring out his feelings, which means I’m not sure it really counts as an S-support (it would have made a better A+ support imho). There are also things about this pairing and S-support that have some serious implications for who Byleth has become by this point and what the future is likely to look like. Good storytelling, yes, but as an S-support…not my favorite.

Favorite quotes:

“It is you alone who can slay the demon inside me.”

“To the very depths of hell, I will tumble down with you.”

19. Linhardt

This S-support falls flat for me. It’s like Hanneman’s, but worse because it’s super self-centered. I feel like it’s a really bad summary of Linhardt’s character because so much more could have been done with it. Linhardt has lots of good traits, and this S-support ignores all of them. Instead, we have a one-dimensional S-support that focuses on Linhardt’s laziness and penchant for napping. He’s so self-centered and consumed by his own interests, so saying that he wants to study Byleth for the rest of his life makes her more like an accessory to his life plans rather than a central component. At least when Hanneman says he wants to study Byleth, he makes it very clear that he loves her and wants her as a person.

And the line where he says "I didn’t honestly think you’d reject me” is just…wow. Much disappoint. If I were Byleth I would turn him down on the spot just for saying that.

20. Ashe

Ashe’s S-support comes off to me like he’s pledging himself to her as a vassal more than actually proposing. Yes, he does take initiative and does the proposing, which is consistent with the fact that Ashe is a gutsy little guy. But he’s so stuck on being helpful that the S-support ends up feeling immature. Plus, Byleth doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about the proposal compared to other S-supports, and overall Ashe’s worship of Byleth comes off as more dependent than romantic.

21. Caspar

We’ve reached the bottom four S-supports, starting with this disaster. Caspar is juvenile, reckless, and oblivious. (Don’t get me wrong — I adore his character and see him like a little brother.) Byleth has to take charge of the proposal, which is not a problem in itself, but then Caspar confesses that he hasn’t even thought about marrying Byleth — or anyone at all! asaslkjasdflk FAIL

At least the victory shout is kind of cute…if painfully cheesy.

And they get worse from here…

22. Rhea

I don’t have a lot to say here. I know I said that I would keep my personal feelings about the pairings themselves out of this, but I feel like there are certain things about this particular pairing that need to be addressed along with this S support.

Age gap aside (because frankly with immortals, age doesn’t really matter anymore), Rhea CREATED Byleth’s mother, essentially making herself Byleth’s grandmother. Incest vibes, yo. Plus, she fully intended to sacrifice Byleth’s life in order to bring back Sothis — which, granted, is a sentiment that wears off, and Jeritza is just as bad in terms of original intent to kill Byleth. This makes any kind of romantic revelation on Rhea’s side just…weird.

There are some good quotes in this S-support, and we get a ton of reveals about Rhea’s character development in a short amount of time. She’s self-conscious of her other form as a dragon, she acknowledges the wrongs she did in the past, and she expresses a desire to repent. She acknowledges the pivotal role that Byleth has played through her choices and accomplishments, rather than attributing them to fate and the “flow of time.” But honestly this would be more appropriate as a final scene at the end of the game, not a romantic S-support.

23. Cyril

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? It’s so bad...

This boy is BABY. 19 years old after the war? Sure. Attractive design? Yes. But still, he. is. BABY. And the S-support portrait makes it so much worse by making him look freaking TEN.

And he’s so, so oblivious. Even worse than Caspar. He barely has a personality as a character outside of being committed to the servant mentality, and he has had no opportunity to discover himself as a freaking person outside of his obsession with Rhea. It should be illegal to even consider this kid for S-support. One thing would be if it was platonic, like Alois or Gilbert, but Byleth gives him the ring, and that means it’s supposed to be romantic.

Plus, Cyril says that he loves Byleth, but it’s super casual and comes off more like familial or friendship love rather than romantic love. Unless I missed something, I don’t think Byleth ever says that she loves Cyril in their S-support. And the end is just the worst: “Love ya, see ya in the morning.” That’s IT???? There is absolutely no indication of a mature relationship, and that’s just scary and gross.

I just…really hate this S-support. There’s only one S-support that’s worse…

24. Sothis

Forget everything that I said about keeping my feelings about particular pairings out of this ranking. This is a TRULY CURSED S-SUPPORT.

I don’t care that Sothis is technically a goddess whose age is beyond counting or mortal comprehension. All that matters is she looks like a child. She is lolibait. And to top it all off, she doesn’t even have physical form (thank goodness) — she’s just an apparition in Byleth’s head!

And this quote? “I love you deeply! Overwhelmingly! passionately! Ours is a love without an end!” I only have two words: PEAK CRINGE.

It would be one thing if Sothis came back in her adult form. Or better yet, if she had always been in her adult form as portrayed in the fresco in the reception hall. You can do something with that. But that’s not the case, Sothis is portrayed as a pre-pubescent child in both appearance and personality, and that’s just pedophilia vibes, y’all. I can’t believe this is a sincere S-support option.

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