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ofallthingsnasty · 1 year

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If your inbox is open could I please request a yandere sae where he traps his Darling by getting them pregnant and also this is around the time where he kidnaps them and they get Stockholm Syndrome if you're uncomfortable with this feel free to ignore my request

hey hey!! sure it's pretty much always open 🤗 thank you for giving my brain something to chew on - this really tickled me bc he isn't necessarily the first character i think of when i think yandere bllk! a cold one, for sure 🥶

tags: yandere, sae is 20+, emotional abuse, baby trapping (no pronouns used for reader but they can get pregnant), noncon mention, smidge of unreliable narrator word count: 0.6k

Sae is one thing: selfish. He knows you're here against your will and he simply doesn't care. He gets what he wants. You won't ever know why exactly he picked you out of all the possible people to obsess over because he won't ever treat you like one would a spouse. He's blunt, he's brash, he's an asshole - even to you. He doesn't keep you small on purpose, Sae is just like that. Unlike some others, he doesn't criticize you to snuff out your self-esteem, he truly thinks what he says. You'll learn how to play by his rules and admittedly - he is fair, at least as far as he is concerned. Neither cruel nor sadistic, he simply expects you to conform and be perfect for him. Deviate from his vision for you and he'll let you know- but as long as you are good for him you won't hear a single word.

He actually strikes me as one of the few from Blue Lock who would choose to kidnap you - it's easier and keeps you by his side. He's pragmatic like that. And because Sae doesn't need your love - he simply takes what he wants - he doesn't care for all that lovey-dovey shit, either. Watch him simply lock you away even though you have never talked to each other. He's convinced you're perfect for him and that's enough. He really wastes no time. In his opinion, your predicament isn't all too bad, even beneficial. Isn't this what so many people strive for? Marry rich, be pampered for the rest of your days, no more worries, no more hurt? Really, you should be over the moon to be the spouse of a famous soccer player. He'll tell you as much; that you should be grateful for the roof over your head, that you'll never have to work another day in your life because of him, that you'll have everything you'll ever want - and that being kept like this is the trade-off, that he expect payment from time to time. All your fighting, your scratching, your crying - it doesn't matter to him. It's annoying, sure, but it won't stop him at all. (Although even Sae has his limits. If you keep screaming at him how you don't care for the designer clothes, the expensive furniture and his stupid house, he isn't above showing you what you're taking for granted right now. Some nice, quaint nights in the basement with little food and water and no clothes should set your head straight. Not cruel. Just pragmatic.)

And because he takes such good care of you, he deserves something else in return, doesn't he? A baby is perfect. It's easy to realize that dream - he's expecting sex from you regularly, anyway and never really bothers with birth control. In the beginning, he humored you a little by using condoms (to soften the blow, so to speak) but by now he simply doesn't care anymore. The thought of you pregnant with his child excites him more than he'd like to admit. It isn't necessarily about keeping or trapping you - he just wants to start a little family with you. (And maybe, just maybe, he is actually a tiny bit in love with you, not just obsessed.) He won't tell you of his decision, he simply fucks you more often. But you're smart enough to catch on, with time - too bad you don't stand a chance against a pro athlete when he bends you over for the tenth time this week and tracks your periods, waiting for your fertile window. You can only grit your teeth and take it, terrified of the day he actually knocks you up.

And as always, he doesn't get why you're making such a fuss; you only have to be good for him. He'll take care of you and your child, you'll see.

#blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #yandere sae itoshi

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The Widow - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Warnings: grief, angst, fluff

Words: 2,450

A/N: I am so sorry for making so many of you cry or get emotional from the last chapter. Although I made myself cry writing it, but I never thought it would have the same impact on the readers *hugs*. This one shouldn’t be so bad 🫣💖

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One Month Later

Grief is a funny thing; on the good days, you can function like a normal adult by eating and sleeping quite well. But on the bad days, you stay on the sofa just staring at the wall, wearing pyjamas that – like your hair – haven’t been washed in days, and you can’t remember the last time you ate because everything tastes like ash.

Today though, is a good day. You’ve eaten, showered, done the laundry, and now you’re washing the dishes from the lunch you had with John and Dean. One of those things on its own is a huge achievement, and the fact you did them all feels like it should be worth celebrating, but your sense of accomplishment is whipped away just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Have you thought any more about clearing out Sam’s things?” John speaks softly and carefully, like he’s dealing with a caged animal. But when he’s met with silence from you, he lets out a sigh. “Darlin’, it’s not healthy staying cooped up in the house all day surrounded by his things.”

“Dad…” Dean attempts to shut down the conversation.

“Look,” John continues, ignoring his eldest son’s plea. “I know you’re hurting, believe me, I do. And honestly, it’s gonna be like that for a long time. Maybe even always. I’m just trying to make it easier for you. All these things you’re doing,” John gestures around the open-plan living area of the home you shared with your late husband, “aren’t healthy.”

You don’t need this right now. This is a good day. So, you do what you always do when John brings it up; you walk away.

Dropping the plate back into the soapy water, you quickly dry your hands, pick up the basket filled with clean laundry from the kitchen table, and walk away. You know it’s childish, but his argument is one you don’t want to hear because you know he’s right. You know seeing Sam’s things everywhere doesn’t help. You know wearing clothes that still hold a little bit of his scent will only prolong your grief. And you know that calling his number to hear his voicemail message several times a day isn’t healthy. You’re just not ready to let go yet. And that’s something neither he nor Jody seems to understand.

“Dad, you need to drop this. She’s grieving,” you hear Dean say as you step into the hallway. “Do you want to push her away? Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t leave her be!”

“I’m only trying to help, son,” John sounds defeated, and you pause to listen to what else they have to say about you. “She’s a good girl, Dean, and she’s choosing to waste away by locking herself in this damn house day after day!”

“Sam only died last month! Her husband has only been dead for six weeks,” Dean yells. “He’s barely cold in the ground, just let her grieve!”

You smile softly at the way Dean always has your back. That’s why the days he comes to check in on you are your favourite. He listens and understands you – or at the very least, pretends to. He gets why you’re still holding on. He gets that it’s not as easy as putting your big girl panties on and getting back on the horse. You lost your husband. The love of your life. You don’t just get up, dust yourself off and walk away from that. And Dean seems to be the only one who understands, which surprises you because John lost Mary when he was around your age and you thought that might make him understand what you’re going through a little more.

You hear John sigh, and from the scratching sound, run his hand over his stubbled face. “I just hate seeing her hurting. In all the time I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her do anything other than smile, and now, I never see that smile. Some days, like today, that hurts more than the loss of my son.”

“I know, dad. I miss her smile too, but she’s going through a process, and she’ll take her own time to do it. What she needs is for us to be supportive and stop pushing her to move on before she’s ready.”

You smile again, grateful beyond words that Dean gets it. Gets you. He’s always been good at reading people and emotions. He knows you better than you know yourself. Better sometimes, than even Sam did.

You’ve heard enough and make your way upstairs to put the laundry away, taking the time to stop, breathe, and reset because today is a good day.

Deciding you’ve hidden away upstairs long enough, you make your way back down to your guests, but stop short when you see John standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“I gotta get going, darlin’. I’m sorry if I upset you, it wasn’t my intention. I’m worried about you and trying to help.” he steps towards you and places a kiss on your forehead.

“I know,” you smile softly. “And I appreciate it… Sometimes.” You smirk, and John chuckles.

“I’ll see you in a few days, alright? I’ve been putting this hunting trip with Bobby off for a couple of weeks and I’ve run out of excuses!” he chuckles again.

“It’ll do you good to get away. You work too hard, and you’ve been taking care of me too, you deserve a break.” John’s been getting the family business ready for Dean to take over for the past few weeks, and you have the suspicion he isn’t quite as ready for retirement from Winchester Auto Repair as he says he is.

“Alright, I’m going. Dean, take care of our girl. Y/N, take care of Dean,” he jokes, and you let out a bleat of laughter, the sound now so foreign to the men in your hallway that they grin like little kids on Christmas morning. With a hug and another kiss on your forehead, John heads out.

“I’m sorry about dad, sweetheart. When mom passed, he didn’t have a choice and had to keep going because of me and Sammy, you know? I think he thinks everyone should be able to do the same.”

“I get it, I really do. But I don’t have anything to fight for, and I feel like I’m barely treading water most days,” you chuckle sadly. “Jody says the same kinda things, you know?” You glance up at Dean and see he’s got his whole attention on you.

“Her latest is: ‘Honey, when are you gonna stop wearing his clothes? Surrounding yourself in his scent constantly is tricking your brain into thinking he’s coming home…’” You mimic Jody’s voice perfectly, albeit a little whinier than she really is, causing Dean to chuckle. “I know she’s right… and so is your dad, just don’t tell them I said that!” you point at Dean in warning, and he holds up his hands.

“Your secrets are safe with me, sweetheart. No one needs John Winchester knowing he’s right about anything,” Dean chuckles before asking the question you know is coming. “So, if you know they’re right, what’s holding you back?”

“Because some days it comforts me. Wearing his clothes, smelling him, seeing his stuff exactly where he left it, makes me feel like he’s still here. Like literally here, watching me,” you sweep your arms around you, “and that makes me feel safe and comforted and loved. And I’m not ready to give that up yet.”

“You said some days,” Dean brings up. And of course, he picks up on that.

“What?” You ask, in a bid to delay the inevitable.

“You said, ‘some days it comforts me’. Are there days it doesn’t?”

“Me wearing his clothes, leaving his stuff around… it’s my choice. But sometimes I catch his scent when I’m not expecting it or find something in a drawer, and it hits me so hard, and I feel like I’m drowning in anger and grief and I–” your voice catches and you stop to take a deep, shaky breath. “Those are the days that kill me. The days I don’t move from the couch or even get out of bed. It’s like if I do these things – even though I know it’s not healthy – it feels better when it’s a choice I have and not forced on me.”

“So, it’s about controlling your grief?” Dean questions and it makes you stand a little straighter and give him your full attention. “They say the last stage of grief is acceptance, right?” He looks at you with a raised brow and you nod your head. “Sweetheart, I think you’re almost there, standing right at the line, but you’re not ready to cross it.”

“What are you, my therapist?” Your attempt at joking falls flat because you know he’s hitting the nail on the head.

“Hey, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. I’m just trying to understand where you’re at and what’s stopping you from getting to the other side.” He stares at you intensely, and you can feel the heat rise from your neck. “Come on, sweetheart, help me out here. I just wanna figure out what’s going on in that pretty head of yours to see if I can help.”

“What if crossing that line means I’m forgetting him?” You mumble meekly.

“Y/N/N–” Dean starts but you cut him off, realising the need to say it out loud.

“If I clear out Sam’s things, get rid of all his clothes, put the photographs away, I’m removing every trace of him from this house. Our house. What if by doing that, and without seeing those reminders of him every day, it makes me forget him?”

“That’s never gonna happen, Y/N. Your relationship with Sam, your love for him and his for you, will always be a part of you,” Dean takes your hand and pulls you with him to the sofa and sits you down. Rather than take the seat next to you, he sits on the coffee table facing you. “I can tell by the look on your face you don’t believe me, so let me ask you a question.”

“Okay.” You’re dubious but agree anyway.

“Who was your first love? And I don’t mean Sam,” Dean states before you can try that argument. “I mean your first, first love. I’m talking like middle school and the first guy you thought you couldn’t live without.”

“Billy Richie.” It comes out of your mouth before your brain fully registers his question.

“What was Billy like?” Dean smirks, and you grin back at him, understanding where he’s going with this.

“He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a really cute smile. Oh! And he wore a leather jacket all the time, whatever the weather,” you giggled. “He sat next to me in Math class, he was always chewing gum and would wink at me every time he sat down.”

“Oh, Billy was a bit of a bad boy, huh?” Dean chuckles.

“Nah, he was a big teddy bear. He just looked the part.” You smile at the memories Billy Richie is stirring up. “He was my date to prom, and my first kiss.”

“And with that smile on your face, sweetheart, I’d say you remember him just as well now as you did fifteen years ago,” Dean holds your gaze, even gently pulling your chin towards him when you try to look away. “My point is that if you can remember bad boy Billy Richie so clearly after fifteen years, you’re gonna remember Sam even clearer in fifteen years because he was your husband.” Dean leans forward, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I get that you’re not ready to take that final step, and trust me, I have your back against anyone who tries to push you over that hurdle before you’re ready to make the jump. And when you do jump, I’ll be right here with you.” Dean smiles softly as he takes your hands in his. “But I do want you to think about doing one thing for me,” Dean’s voice is kind and gentle, and you know whatever he’s going to say to you is a suggestion rather than an order.

“I would really like you to think about going back to work. Seeing people, getting out of the house and having a distraction for a few hours a day will do you the world of good, sweetheart.”

Dean stares at you with such intensity and all you can see is how much he cares about you. It’s clear that he thinks this is the best thing for you, and the more you think about it, the more you agree with him.

“You know what? I’ll think on it a little more, but I think you might be right,” your answer is not what Dean expects by the way he looks like he’s just won the lottery.

“Awesome,” Dean declares. “Now we’ve got that out of the way, The Lost Boys is on tonight. Wanna order pizza and watch it?” He grins at you, and you can’t help but smile at how boyish he looks when he does that.

“Dean, it’s Friday. Don’t cancel your plans with whichever girl is your flavour of the week to spend the night in with me,” you tease.

“I, uhm,” he rubs his hand over the back of his neck, “haven’t had those kinda plans since the night Sammy…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. “Even if I did,” he continues, “One: you are much more important than some girl in a bar, and two: I’d much rather spend the night watching movies with you.”

“Dean–”

“I mean it,” he insists. “You’re not a burden or an inconvenience – I know that’s what’s running through your head, don’t even try to argue with me! So, are we watching this damn movie together or are you gonna make me go home and watch it by myself? All alone. On a Friday night.” Dean’s feigned grumpiness makes you laugh.

“Fine! I’ll order the pizza! But I don’t have any beer, so if you want some, you’ll have to go to the store.”

“On it!” Dean stands and leans over to press another kiss on your forehead, something that was second nature to all the Winchester men where you’re concerned, but you aren’t going to complain about the sweet gesture. “You need anything else?” he asks as he picks up his car keys.

“No, all good. Just… please promise me you’ll drive safe,” you beg, worrying at your bottom lip.

“Always, sweetheart. I promise.”

Next Chapter>>

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tomorrowxtogether · 26 days

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In the name of youth! TXT dreams of tomorrow

TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s teasers that were released prior to dropping their new album entitled minisode 3: TOMORROW traces along the team’s past.

The first one, “TXT minisode 3: TOMORROW Concept Trailer Teaser” in which the members appear donning crowns is a nod to their debut song “CROWN”, while the photos and concept clips of the other three versions “Light”, “Ethereal”, and “Romantic” overlap with the many moments since their debut up till the present. “Light” in which the members look like young princes amid nature that they have all to themselves reminds us of the group’s early years, when they landed on the music scene as fresh, mysterious young boys up to their “Blue Hour” period. The members look like fallen angel-turn-rockers in “Ethereal” which reminds us of the rock number “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) feat. Seori” where the members emulated young boys who got lost along the way. In “Romantic” the rose from the music video of “Good Boy Gone Bad,” which is a song about a boy’s overwhelming emotions over breaking up with his lover, makes another appearance except it has now withered and dried up. It’s indeed a “Deja Vu” much like the lead single off minisode 3: TOMORROW. The same events are repeated, but they’re not quite the same. TOMORROW X TOGETHER dance in the “minisode 3: TOMORROW Concept Trailer” just like they did in the “Blue Hour” music video. But instead of in a beautiful plain in “Blue Hour” they dance in a wasted forest with overpasses running through, trees strewn about. Things in the present have gone miserably wrong, unlike in the past. They are in the real world; the members jumped in willingly in the last album The Name Chapter: FREEFALL. Here, nobody believes that they were once young princes.

“I’ve fun away countless times” in “Deja Vu” recalls the lyrics that asks us to run away with them in “Run Away,” that they want to run away in “CROWN,” and that they are running away in a gray car in “LO$ER=LO♡ER.” “Before our dusty crown” is reminiscent of “CROWN” and “A big crown on my, they aren’t hideous horns anymore,” and of the relationship between horns and a crown. “Deja Vu” is a culmination of TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s past. All of their pasts made TOMORROW X TOGETHER who they are here, in the real world. Just like in the opening of “CROWN,” there’s a Morse Code in the second track of the album that comes before “Deja Vu”: ‘- --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .—’. This signal that marked the team's appearance is still being sent out today. However, the signals in “Deja Vu” are “Morse Codes from the ruins” The boys have come to the present from the past, from fantasy to reality, but their present, right here is in ruins. The brutal reality of the present demolishes all the good times, just like the waves erode the sand. The beat and melody of “Deja Vu” continue, like Morse Codes sent from the past reaching us in the present. However, just like TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s past that is reflected in “Deja Vu”, the past that remains in their memories stops them from accepting reality just as it is. They want to keep believing that they were young princes, even if nobody would believe them. And reality is here to aggressively eliminate this wish. This is how they become overcome with an emotion that is neither just sadness nor rage. While “Deja Vu” is a mix of lazy trap and emo-rock, it is more of a combination of complex feelings than a simple mash up of genres. The slow buildup of pent-up emotions along with the beat erupts in the latter half of the second verse in an emo-rock sound with guitars and drums at the fore. It seems like we are severed from our past, but the past can also be the driver that awakens our emotions that have been suppressed by reality. It can create the miracle of tomorrow like in “Miracle,” the track that follows “Deja Vu.” The emotions that are repressed in “Deja Vu” climaxes in the second half of the second verse, then transforms into a bright explosive rock sound in “Miracle” - “tomorrow is visible when your eyes are closed.” We’re not sure if this miracle of tomorrow will ever come true. But like in the last track “Quarter Life,” save for the acoustic rendition of “Deja Vu,” “Deja Vu (Anemoia Remix),” they are in fact stumbling through a dark time, just “a quarter way into a long, long tunnel,” which is quite a far way from nine and three quarters. The adults say, “you only get these beautiful days of youth now,” failing to understand the younger generation, but the boys want to shout out “which way do we go”?! TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s past journey that has been compiled into minisode 3: TOMORROW flips the young people’s relationship with the past and the present, their dreams and reality. Adults in the real world say that young princes don’t exist, that we need to live in the real world. But minisode 3: TOMORROW tells us that all our dreams and love of the past is the way to a “tomorrow” that transcends reality. Young boys who are born in the age of hip hop meets rock to leap into tomorrow.

Once you’ve listened to the whole album, go back to the first track “I'll See You There Tomorrow” and give it another listen. While you may not know which way to go and things may feel bleak, “Quarter Life” tells you to tells you to wander a little, work your way through it, then “I'll See You There Tomorrow” tells the young child who told me “see you again tomorrow” when “I wanted to run away,” and says “I believe that we are meant to be, it’s okay if you’re late, I will always wait for you tomorrow.” In this moment, “I'll See You There Tomorrow” becomes the last moment when TOMORROW X TOGETHER passes through the dark reality and reaches “tomorrow” together, while showing us a glimpse into TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s future as the first track of the album. Reality is depressing, miserable. But future TOMORROW X TOGETHER invites themselves in the present, and the child that says “see you again tomorrow” to the beyond. The explosive voice from "Deja Vu” expresses the overwhelming emotion of tomorrow’s arrival without too much strain, accompanied by electronic sounds.

TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s journey has been moving through the dreamy past and the present reality, and towards the future. minisode 3: TOMORROW encompasses the past, present and future all in one album to show us that the young boys are about to embark on a new journey. It seems like they have made it through a quarter of their lives in reality, but in the far future, they may be completely different luminous people. Like the message of the fourth concept trailer “Promise,” reaching what is “beyond” together is all a part of the youthful days shared by TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s generation.

#txt #tomorrow x together #240402 #reverse magazine #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #weverse #minisode 3 #minisode 3 tomorrow

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Cicatrix (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,440

Warning/s: scars, scars mention, self-harm, self-harm mention

A/N: Baby girl!!! He deserved happiness and joy and I just love him!!! I've been feeling really bad about the scars that I have from not being in good place mentally so writing this is a teensy bit for therapy lol. I just know Baby Girl would love someone with scars so wholeheartedly 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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The intern, the one with the scars. Thats what Logan calls you. Behind your back, to your face, it means no difference to him. At first you were shocked, rightfully hurt. That was before you realized he could say whatever he wanted regardless of others emotions. Before you came to the conclusion you were the only human in a team of vultures. Carnivorous bastards, starved, left to watch him indulge. The one with the scars. As if that’s all you’d ever be, these marks on your body, massive reminders of all the things you’ve been through, survived, escaped. You wore long sleeves, even when the weather was sweltering. Your legs were always covered. You made sure your attire, your body, was safe from the cool air of the office, from the looks and stares of your co-workers. Sometimes your sleeve slid down, your pant leg rose up. Seconds of exposure were enough to catch his eye, to make yourself known. They all know who he’s talking about. There are scars on your hands, too. Everywhere you could reach, in those moments, were fair game. Raised, faint, but still noticeable. Always noticeable. Gerri couldn’t take her eyes off. You thought you were alone. Stupid. Foolish. Naive. You thought you were alone and you took off your jacket and your sleeves were rolled up. The heater was broken and blasting into the office. You just needed a minute, that’s all. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, an order, another coffee run. She never finished her thought. Karl followed close behind, a look of pity settling into his expression. A perfectly good body, wasted. Ruined. You’d seen that look before. By the time Frank had come in, you were already out the door, excusing yourself to the bathroom, your arm stuck in the sleeve of your suit.

It made you want to scream.

Where are they, the one with the scars? The statement sits in your head, sinking in the pit of your stomach, when you hide in various offices trying to catch your breath. Fighting back tears, poorly, that’s when you run into him. Forcefully, around the corner, your hands pressed into his chat before you can register you’ve just bumped into someone. He stands so solid, shocked, ripping off his headphones and sunglasses. You went down like a ton of bricks, unsteady on your feet, the tears falling before you could stop them, too ashamed to look him in the eye. The one with the scars. Thats’ all you were, would ever be, besides the intern who smacked into the boss’ kid. You. rightfully, feared his reaction. You’d only been working with Logan a few months, but you knew his emotional outbursts pretty well. The yelling, the anger, the slammed doors and name calling. That was on a good day. You flinched at the idea of what his children could be like. He held out his hand for a moment, then understood you weren’t looking, you weren’t comprehending, instead crying. He bent down, brown eyes wide, almost helpless. He had no idea what to do when people cried. Hed never learned to comfort anyone. A-are you hurt? D-did I hurt you? He checks himself and you for blood. No, no you just banged into one another. Then why were you crying. Oh, right. He knew where he’d seen you before, a few times. Running around the office, in competition like a dog with your peers. Interns were expendable limbs to his father. D-did my dad do this? He meets your eyes, his tone neither condescending nor angry. This struck a nerve you didn’t know he had. His hand was on your shoulder, burning through the fabric of your suit, all the way through to your skin, your scar tissue. You wanted to shake him off, wipe your tears, pretend nothing happened, but you were locked in place. Defeated. You just shake your head no, not wanting to cause any problems. No, no I’m okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t mean to interrupt, he just can’t stand it. Of course Logan said something, of course he was making you cry, who else would do this? How many interns quit under him? Not enough. Everyone too afraid to stand up for themselves against him. He had to say something, anything, to get this to stop. The look on your face, it broke his heart, whether or not you’d intended it to.

He had to say something.

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling the blanket out from around you, a whoosh of cold air frozen against your exposed skin. It prickles. You giggle, falling into him, his warmth. He smells like the sheets, a familiar scent of detergent and a hint of sweet sweat. His smile is so easy, so careless, so bright, burying the two of you under the covers. He can’t take his eyes off you. The mess of your hair, the bags under your eyes, the creases of your face, all of it is a work of art. Proof of God. It’s rare he catches you in this state: comfortable in your own skin, comfortable with him. He can’t take his eyes off you, not wanting to miss a moment. You sleep like a baby squirrel. You had no idea what that meant, but it was cute, endearing coming from him, and he meant it as a compliment. A baby squirrel, curled into yourself, your head against his chest, your breathing shallow. You looked so serene, so sweet, the heat of your face warming his chest. He never wanted to leave you, ever. He wanted the whole world to fade away. Your first encounter was months ago. Neither of you expected it go anywhere near here, but it did. It did and you couldn’t be happier. Ken had said something to Logan, about making his interns cry. It didn’t change anything, not really, but he felt proud to have stood up to him for you. For the next week, he’d linger in the office, by his father, wanting to talk to you again, to have a real conversation with names, with plans. He liked you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not because you were sad or scared, but because you were thoughtful, even towards a monster. You wanted to protect a man without a soul. Anyone else would have thrown Logan under the bus, would have sacrificed him and cashed out. Thats when he learned what he’d been saying, what everyone was saying. The one with the scars? They’re just being sensitive. Even Gerri had shrugged at the comment, as if it weren’t appalling. Horrifying. As if his father hadn’t gone way too far.

Kendall had seen all of your scars. Every single one. He’d touched most of them, running his fingers over the lines you couldn’t see, but could reach, the first of them before you realized you had a problem, the newest that brought you the most shame. It was hard to stop, to put and end to it. There were periods of rest, lasting months, possibly a year, but you always went back to it when life was cruel and there was no one to go to. He insisted you go to him, and you do, but you can’t burden him with everything. You can’t put all this on him. He doesn’t patronize you or get angry, ever. He’s never raised his voice at you. It would kill him to do so. He reminds you he’s there for you, always, that you have nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. You’d been so afraid to show him your skin. The words flash into your mind every time you slipped off your jacket or unzipped your pants, the kind that everyone had been telling you your whole life. Everyone had something they were ashamed of. Sometimes it was outer, on the body, sometimes it was inner, in the mind. For him it was his blood, his name, his legacy. Scars were nothing. They didn’t shock him or scare him, he wasn’t disgusted by them like you’d been anticipating, they were just another part of you. Another part to love, to care for, to enjoy. After his little outburst, no one referred to you by that name again. They stared, of course, they couldn’t take their eyes off your hands, and arms, and legs. But they never said that horrible name again. Just yours. Just y/n. His y/n, you reminded yourself. You weren’t alone in this anymore. It was you and him now, together always.

#writing #kendall roy #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #logan roy #logan roy imagine #logan roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader

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2n2n · 4 months

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ch 109

we're going to have good funny times.....

thinking about popping everyone open like pezz dispenser (: maybe Tsukasa was just going to sleep in the big cage in assumption that he'd be brought out to the clockkeepers.... here he is, right where he wants to be!!

ugh its like a dream come true every other panel still... between them...!!! mirroring twins...!!! MOuuuuuu....!!

ugh shes so ... small ... n

the girls look at each other curiously......!

I'm very surprised the official documentation is using his real living name. He's almost always only No. 7 or Hanako in the professional sphere and I had the impression his 'real' name just wasn't relevant in this way to anyone, anymore ... even if they knew it. It's not as if this is a government affair, get out his ID... Amane himself looks kind of weirded out to hear it.

not so business title anymore....

of course, Akane already knows his identity (+the existence of a brother, named Tsukasa-- not that he'd know from this encounter that 'Tsukasa' is still around in the school or why) after the Severance, as Nene-chan had informed him of all of that:

♥

so pleasantly introducing himself. Amused you don't know him. I think Tsukasa enjoys his own ambiguity. But I like that, being given 'Tsukasa', Akane can fill in the rest. Right, the twin brother...

aida-sensei really enjoys drawing Tsukasa's pupils as different as can be lately, it is very moe....

meanwhile.... mr. bitch....

foosy foosy fussy hussy... it's too funny his response is to be like.. I DIDD'N DO ANYTHING...! huff...! wasting my precious valuable time, annoying....

thank you Akane for not trusting EITHER Nene-chan nor Tsukasa's possible testimony on Amane.... ♥

Amane getting his karma at last for being a gnasty fuck, GOD BLESS!!! you deserve this so much .... this arc is about Amane getting everything he's had coming to him.... wwwww I'm sorry, you didn't want your otouto to hear you talk like that? Hmmm... but you talk like that in front of Nene-chan all the time! So unfair, your brother should get to know all sides of you, too!

is it worsened x1000 that he has some history of clock tampering Tsukasa just earlier verbally remembered to him...?. it's a bad look Amane.... Tsukasa's innocent staring eyes, he's listening, he's adding this informations to his memory bank... forever and eternally ever... can't take this back.... become pervert brother... brother who wants to do erotic stuff.... Amane, you want to do erotic stuff? Ne? Amane? Amane, do you? What kind of stuff Amane ? Amane would do erotic stuff if time was frozen? Amane wants to have time powers for that? Hmm.. hm. hm. Informations processed into the Tsutsu

god amazing panel love it.... Nene-chan already knows, so the devastation is truly from Tsutsu hearing and commenting, isn't it?

I feel like Amane doesn't think about what he says ........ he gets so capricious and thoughtless .... there are consequences, Amane....

I was joking the other day with my husband, that... Amane's problem, is that neither Nene-chan nor Tsukasa have the 'full picture'. Nene-chan knows he is a pervert (as the one sexually harassed by him so often...), but doesn't really understand the depth of his mental problems, how dangerous he can be. Meanwhile, Tsukasa grasps the depth of Amane's mental problems and how dangerous he is, but has no experience with the pervert. So unfair!!

Truly, Amane will only find peace when all of his girls understand all of his heart.

I'm glad for both Amane getting to experience learning of this plan and I am glad for Tsukasa getting to once again observe Amane having interesting emotions. Another one for the bucket as well in my ongoing crusade to assert to people Tsukasa really is not jealous, he's just interested/curious in Amane's emotions. You wanna kiss? You wanna do erotic stuff? You like when she says that? I take in tha data.

he's a good and honest boy! he tells the truth! maybe when Amane wishes he wouldn't sometimes!

definitely my favorite page of the update, and my favorite addition to the canon.... ahhh!

I love how well this expresses the discrepancy in their characters, their thinking.... Amane, attempting to utilize the powers that exist, to modify the clock, to take control of something established... while Tsukasa wonders what would come of utterly destroying it.

I love Tsukasa having such a thought during his life, seeing Amane toil... it makes me wonder if he even knew of the mysteries then, or not; could he know of the implications of destroying it, or was it a simpler kind of fantasy? Tsukasa... has a side of him that is protective of others, defensive even.... when Mokke go after Amane in twitter doodles, Tsukasa tends to come to punish them. Seeing the clock torment Amane, I wonder if it made him resentful of it for disappointing Amane, for evading him, wasting his time... the clock certainly deserves to suffer for failing to amuse Amane, or help him, in his life. I hope it is serene and refreshing to at last get to disintegrate it. Tsukasa having fantasized about it for some time, makes how he revels in it and his particular mood during its destruction so cute ~~ must feel nice to spin its gears around his fingers and dance around on its corpse~~ la la la ~

so many reasons to be so pleased~~

kind of super relieved in Kako is just some sort of, automaton thang . construct. I'm interested in how Natsuhiko referred to the big clock as a kaii itself, so ... I wonder what No. 1 really 'is' at all?

I wonder what the inside of Mirai is like~

and I wonder what Amane and Teru are going to do about all of this! I'm glad Tsukasa has simplified the altercation. I kind of hope Kako himself is just out of the picture.. we could thin this cast out a little bit.

It's a very action-heavy chapter so I don't have much of depth to offer hehe, it gets like this some times... I'm glad we'll be having a bonus After-School Boy to munch on in just a couple weeks (the 28th?) >w<

#avvy's JSHK

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AWESOME

So, he's nicknamed Angel, for various reasons. He may be a medic, but he's also the type to call you a dumbass to your face for getting yourself injured, so the Angel is more for the irony there.

The other reason is in reference to Angel Dust, he didn't cope well when he first joined the army. Sure, you see some pretty bad shit in normal hospitals too, but seeing what mustard gas does to a body while also actively getting shot at and now having to fix it or just go "this one is lost, time spend on trying would be wasted, to the next one" and then just moving on to the next worst injury... that's a bit of a different thing.

He also never talks about any personal life. No friends, no family, nothing. He'll just ignore any question about it.

Over the years he learned how to cope better, can deal with just about anything without as much as an eyebrow twitch these days. With just one exception. He can't deal with people showing genuine care towards him specifically. He'll just stand up and leave without comment. Lucky for him, because of his prickly personality, that basically never happens anyways.

Undiagnosed autism, but learned to mask to the point that nobody would guess either. Only special interests he can ramble on about are medicine and guns, and everyone tends to think that's just because of his job. Any texture discomfort, he shrugs off with just having a bad day (something he'll say nearly every day), and since his behaviour is just a bit antisocial to begin with, it's hard to guess that he's bad with social cues and doesn't just actively ignore them.

He does care. He really does. But he neither wants to nor is he good at showing emotions.

Except around his cat, a Ragdoll nearly too big to pick up. He called her God once, you know, for Angels are the servants of God. And that name stuck. Showing emotions around her is easy. Animals aren't nearly as judging as humans, after all.

I don't know about his real name and nationality yet, maybe czechian, maybe japanese, throw the dice for me lol

As for looks, average height, bit thin. Slight tan, short black hair, grey eyes. All muted colours, unless he wears a hazard suit at some point, not really standing out. Absolutely covered in tattoos but they are all out of sight, hidden away as so much about him is.

We love a medic that doesn't say shit.

I feel like Angel and Ghost would get along well in a sort of.... We are both sitting here silently eating our safe foods and not making eye contact way. Both of them consider each other a good friend for this exact reason. Very "Oh yeah that's my best mate, don't know shit about him, don't want to."

I'm trying to think which of my OCs would get along well with Angel. Probably Hush. For similar reasons to Ghost. Hush just sits down at the same table and says nothing while he does whatever he does when he isn't bothering Soap. Same with Luck, I think she'd just sit down and read because it seemed quiet with Angel, and she doesn't always want to talk to people.

Anyway I love him, thank you for sharing. Angel officially added to my running list of ocs I know about and want to be friends with.

#ghoul speaks #good OC #<- said in the good soup voice #I love prickly people but I am a prickly people so...#except for the few people I like #as my siblings say “it's because you're a virgo”#oc talk

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sweet-s0rr0w · 1 year

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My first Five Faves of the year. It's been A While, I know. I have drafts for others in the pipeline, and then @oknowkiss went and posted two bangers within a couple of weeks and it all went out the window because I just had to go all oknowrec, ya know? Look, whenever I read anything that I ADORE, the first people to hear about it are always my buddies @tackytigerfic and @sitp-recs - and you know I mean it when it's full on caps lock raving DMs - see also @wolfpants' The Hollow and @moonflower-rose's Pissing For England (reclists for both authors hopefully coming soon!) I swear I must have spent a full week going on about the first Elaine fic I read, any day now. I mean, truly, I went through all the emotions with that one: elation at finding such an amazing author, grief at my own inadequacy, anger that it was over - it was a rollercoaster, believe me.

Elaine's turn of phrase is always spot on, her inventiveness in world-building is second to none, and her fics somehow seem to retain this fabulous lightness of tone that keeps things just on the right side of heartbreakingly raw. She's undeniably hugely talented, and now has a fabulous AO3 back-catalogue for you to sink your teeth into, so please waste no more time in checking out her fics!

Read oknowkiss' work here on AO3!

💋 Historians (E, 30k, fake relationship, Gryffindors (and some hangers on), bad skiing, bunk beds, hot tubs, getting together)

Summary: It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

💋 in between two tall mountains (there's a place they call lonesome) (E, 8.3k, Relic Chaser Harry, researcher Draco, campervans, treasure hunting in Oregon, inappropriately timed wanks)

Summary: In the shadow of a mountain on the Oregon coast, there may or may not lie a shipwreck, on which there may or may not be a magical relic, lost hundreds of years ago. Harry's been tasked with finding it, and Draco is there to take notes, and they're stuck in a campervan pretending to be married, and it's all going to be just fine. That's what Draco's gotten rather good at telling himself, anyway.

💋 any day now (E, 17k, prisoner Draco, Auror trainee Harry, secret codes, a feelings puppet, morally grey everything and everyone)

Summary: Draco supposes he should be grateful.

The rehabilitation centres were the Minister’s idea, or that’s what the Prophet said anyway. Their stated objective is simple: to provide a safe space for low-tier Death Eaters and high-tier sympathisers to reconsider the entirety of their life choices. All guests–because no one is a prisoner here, the literature brags–are to be provided with shelter, food, clothing, and the guided support of a Mind Healer via a programme they call “ideological restructuring,” which is, of course, mandatory.

OR: Draco Malfoy considers the circle.

💋 draco malfoy's substitute murder service (E, 11k, curse breaker Harry, various incredible mythological monsters, Christmas)

Summary: When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

OR: the one where Draco goes goblin mode, and Harry has a thing for monsters.

💋The July Tree (E, 52k, Eighth Year, Greenhouse Four, Draco Malfoy does Muggle Scotland, The Who, First Times)

Summary: Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

OR: It’s Eighth Year, and Harry Potter has detention. What else is new? Well, since you asked: Greenhouse Four and the Tree of Life, for a start, and then there’s the new shared Eighth Year common room, and Harry’s sexuality, and these pesky dreams he keeps having about a blond man pushing him into things…

#drarry #five favourite fics #oknowkiss

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anfie-in-the-box · 10 months

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Dreamtale_Not_Found & Aftermare Week

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Another difficult day, but once again I did it! And I do feel better already. Bend but never break.

As usual, minor spoilers for the main work — Dreamtale_Not_Found.

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Neither fight nor flight

"so how're things with the villagers?" Geno asks with barely concealed worry. They rarely talk about Nightmare's troubles in Dreamtale, but when they do, there are always heartfelt words of reassurance and love at the end of their conversation. Geno's always had a way to see right through Nightmare, to know when he needs help the most.

Today isn't a bad day though. They sit together on the carpeted floor of Geno's room, chatting about everything and nothing when Geno just asks out of the blue. Surprised and perplexed, Nightmare answers, "Most got bored a long time ago, but that also means only the worst ones stayed; but you already know that. Why ask?"

Geno looks at him, calmer than before, "i don't know. maybe i just anticipate good news?"

"You know what? I have no idea how you do it, but you're right again," Nightmare admits. "I think… I think I no longer care about them or what they do to me. It was a long journey, but I'm finally here. A few days ago Dream brought a piece of fabric and together we made a cape for me so I could go to the village unnoticed. Not because I'm afraid but simply so no one wastes my time."

Geno blushes bright red suddenly.

"What?" Nightmare asks, alarmed. "Was it something I said?"

Geno smiles widely and whispers, as if sharing a secret, "it suits you to feel so confident and strong."

Nightmare pretends to be surprised (and not flustered, nu uh, no way) and exclaims, "So you're enamoured! Why, Geno, that's so sweet of you!"

"quit teasing, i'm simply telling the truth; whose fault is it that you're so ethereal?"

Embarrassed, Nightmare tries to change the topic, "Are we flirting or talking about my life?"

"flirting while talking about your life, especially when it's getting better," Geno grins. "any complaints?"

"None whatsoever." Nightmare smiles in return and makes a hand heart. Geno pretends to shoot an arrow, and Nightmare falls on his back, gasping, "My heart!" They laugh and then stay comfortably silent for a few moments.

Nightmare is the first to continue their conversation. "Today was actually the first day I tried the cape on and went to the village," he says, quietly. "Nobody cared for who was likely just another traveler. It was so… freeing. Exhilarating. I finally got to explore my own world."

Moving closer to Nightmare, Geno murmurs, "you felt trapped all your life; you were trapped, the same as me."

"Yet so differently," Nightmare adds.

The conversation ceases. Geno lies down close to Nightmare; their shoulders would be touching if Nightmare were tangible. They glance at each other, their eye-lights shining with fondness. Both can't help smiling; or at least Nightmare can't.

"you know what?" Geno suddenly asks.

"What is it? Do tell." Nightmare looks at him, interested.

"ever heard of the fight-or-flight response? don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. what i want to say is, you got to the stage where there's neither fight nor flight anymore. even before, at least for just a moment, you forgot all about those who hurt you so terribly. and now, they have no control over you at all. you're your own hero. you're stronger than them, and i said it already but will repeat it again — oh, how it suits you to feel confident and strong."

Nightmare hangs onto every word, enchanted with Geno's emotions — there's so much love, so much pride in his soul, it'd be impossible to ignore even if Nightmare wanted to.

"Neither fight nor flight… You're absolutely right," he whispers. "I love you so much. You're so very loveable; and, as you and Dream remind me, so am I. Let's not forget that."

"together."

"Yes. Together."

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Nightmare!Sans © jokublog

Aftertale © loverofpiggies

Aftermare Week © @bluepallilworld

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I had no ideas for either of the prompts, so I used both and neither at the same time, and it worked!

Take care 🌻

#anfie writes #dreamtale_not_found #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive nightmare #aftermare week #utmv

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theambitiouswoman · 11 months

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Hi. I have been reading your posts lately and got so much inspired. It was helping and suddenly it feels like I'm back to square 1. Also this boy I'm talking to online, he's literally a red flag with insecurities, defensive,kinda misogynist,andrew Tate's fan etc., and we had so many senseless arguments because he thinks I have opinions on everything,one time he called me dumb, useless, lame, a waste of time and that's bad so I thought he hated me. But 2 days back he was telling how he always liked me and he thinks I'm cute and he likes talking to me,like how is it possible like we have had arguments everytime we talked immediately after that he said he thinks I'm hot and he touches himself thinking about me. Like wth, like for some reason I'm attracted to him so I'm still talking to him. I don't like this. It feels like I'm going off track. And it's been distracting, his words. I don't know what to do. Feel so helpless. I have an important exam in 2 months, it's literally life and death for me. And I don't feel motivated. My brain is all scrambled it seems to me.

Hi!

I want to emphasize the importance of taking care of your well-being and mental health. It's concerning to hear that the person you've been talking to online displays some red flags such as insecurity, defensiveness, and misogynistic views. It's crucial to remember that you deserve respect, kindness, and support in your relationships. Engaging in constant arguments and being subjected to derogatory comments is neither healthy nor productive.

I would strongly encourage you to reconsider your involvement with this person. It's not healthy to continue talking to someone who disrespects you and makes you feel helpless. You are not even dating this person, and there is already conflict. Conflict which shouldn't exist considering we date people because we have some level of compatibility. I think you might be addicted to the highs and lows, the challenge of the situation as a whole. Maybe even the attention they give you. The fact that he goes back and fourth from arguing to complimenting you in a sexual manner shows that he is not a great guy. A man, especially a man who is just starting to court you should not be sexualizing you and as a woman who would be interested in a romantic scenario would not allow disrespect from a man who she barely knows.

It's important to recognize that words can have a powerful impact on our emotions and self-esteem. When someone repeatedly puts you down or makes derogatory comments, it's natural to feel hurt, confused, and even distracted. But it is also important to remember that no one good for us is going to serve as a distraction. And someone who takes your focus from your own goals and studies, is doing just that. There is no added value or benefit in this scenario for you. No one who likes you is going to put you down, criticize you or do anything to risk their chances with you.

Be kind to yourself. It's normal to feel off-track and overwhelmed at times. Remember that setbacks are part of life, but what matters is how we respond to them. Take one step at a time and trust in your own resilience to overcome challenges.

Wishing you the best of luck with your exam and a brighter, more positive future ahead!

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ellestra · 9 months

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Better without action scenes

I waited a week to write down my thoughts about the Secret Invasion and I'm still not sure what they are. There were moments when I almost liked the show but then they were instantly squandered by some baffling and incomprehensible decisions.

It's one of those shows so hellbent on keeping its viewers guessing it becomes impossible to either track or care what is happening.

Peple concentrate on the things like bad CGI or boring fights but the truth is bad special effects never really stop people from engaging with a story (see Doctor Who or puppet shows). You will suspend disbelief if you want as long as the story is engaging enough. As long as you follow emotional journeys and plotlines. When they become all scrambled by trying to shock the viewer it all falls apart.

MCU uses to be really good at remembering that but recently they are slacking. It becomes an exercises of going from one cool idea to another cool idea but the connection between them seems to drawn by crayons.

Like everything between Fury and his wife was great. The history between them, the love, the hurt, the distrust and the longing was played beautifully and it was easy to believe it was always there throughout MCU even if we saw her the first time in second episode of this series.

Same with Talos when you can feel both the decade long friendship and all the times it failed. And generally a lot of word battles work great Fury with Rhodey and with Grvik and with Sonia (even if the final one is undermined by it not being Fury there).

But then you have everything that fails and most of it is plot. The need to keep us guessing leads to lack of proper set up of many of the plot points and then half of them is just dropped or leads to nothing. Like Skrull Council was pointless, so was New Skrullos, and so were the deaths in the end. The show introduces characters that seem important but they get couple of scenes that were so underwhelming you ask why even waste time on them - Pagan, Beto, Sonya's boss (what a waste of Tony Curran - again) etc.

What was the point of the rebellion against Gravik beside death of all those Skrulls he recruited? I'm sure the idea was something about him also selling false promises and then disposing of people he used just like he says Fury does but the show did absolutely nothing to sell it. Also the whole plan of killing 8 billion people so 1 (one!) million Skrulls have somewhere to live is ridiculous. Just like there being no other place in universe for them. One million is so little. With Superskrulls they could've just find themselves their own Knowhere.

It's worst with G'iah who is so enigmatic a character and the show tries to keep so many things about her in the is she or isn't she limbo there is no real sense of why she does anything. She seems to be close to Gravik but also not. She switches side to work for her father again but doesn't believe in him (she's right - his plan is one a teenager would thought out not a gown man who saw how humanity reacts to refugees for decades). She dies, she lives, she gets superpowers and the most reaction we get to all of it is when she is with Priscilla. Both her parents are dead. Everyone she believed in failed her and you can barely tell what she thinks about it. Or what she wants. She's just there. And I'm not blaming Emilia Clarke for it. I blame the show for trying to hide so much about her she ends up with no character at all.

They try to shock us with death of important characters like 4-5 times (Rhodey doesn't really count I suppose) with like half of those being fake out but instead of being shocked I ended up being just angry. Neither loss of Maria Hill nor Talos really did that much to make the story more poignant. It didn't even do that much for Fury's character development (his talks to Varra were much better at this). It all just left bad taste in my mouth. And the constant so who is really dead dead didn't help either. And the show doesn't properly emotionally engage with those deaths so neither do ewe as viewers.

For me the most ridiculous isn't the big battle but when Fury changes clothes in the mausoleum. It supposed to be this badass moment of him regaining his mojo or something but it just underwhelming. Like the whole show.

The less said about Ritson the better.

In the end my favourite parts where the ones with Olivia Coleman. This show justified its existence by introducing Sonya Falsworth and I'm actually looking forward to her and G'iah working together in the future.

#secret invasion #mcu #nick fury #varra #priscilla davies #g'iah #talos #gravik #sonya falsworth #james rhodes #skrull #skrulls #marvel

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splendentmoon · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes/2/

I was surprised that many liked the randomness of the squad.

So here's more on the chaotic squad.

enjoy!✨

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Jin: Red Son's relationship with his two supposed best friends is on the one hand...

MK: I really care about your feelings!

Red Son: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Yin, turning his head: ...and on the other side...

Red Son: YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME WITH ME WHEN I COME TO THE HOSPITAL!

Spindrax: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME WITH YOU IN THE HOSPITAL IF YOU'D STOP INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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Jin: What does "take out" mean?

MK: Food.

Yin: Dating.

Spindrax: Murder.

Red Son: and can be all three if you're brave enough

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Red Son: -visiting the squad- Hello, I just came to-

Red Son: -sees Jin pushing Yin into the washing machine while Spindrax records and MK just watches-

Red Son: -walking away- Something suddenly came up.

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Red Son: Huh, Yin? Spindrax is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof.

Yin: what?

MK: I think they meant, Spindrax is drowning.

Yin: WHAT?!

-In the meantime-

Spindrax: -chokes-

Jin: OH MY GOD, SPINDRAX! KEEP SWIMMING!

Sprindrax: I can't swim, idiot— -sinks-

Jin: SPINDRAX!

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-Chaotic Squad's thoughts on the stabbing-

MK: I would never stab anyone.

Yin: I would stab someone in retaliation.

Spindrax: Scream "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Jin: I would stab without warning.

Red Son: I would stab as a warning.

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Yin: Alright everyone! Let's take a vote!

Jin: A secret vote. Everyone close your eyes.

-the squad closes their eyes-

Spindrax: We don't see the result!

Jin: Well, say your vote out loud.

Red Son: Won't we recognize each other's voices?

MK: Yin is right.

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Yin: How would you like your pancakes?

Red Son: Flat.

MK: With sparks!

Spindrax: chocolate chips.

Jin: Potatoes.

-Red Son, MK and Spindrax look at Jin-

Jin: what? Together they are good.

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Jin: Hey, can we stay in your bedroom tonight?

Yin: why?

MK: Spindrax fiddled with a ouija board and cursed ours.

Jin: and neither she nor Red Son know how to banish the spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

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Red Son: Did you bring MK?

Yin -gesturing to Jin-: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Red Son: Jin? The next best thing would be Spindrax.

Jin: I'd be offended, but Spindrax is freakishly strong.

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Yin: If you had a drink every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Jin: maybe a little drunk?

Spindrax: Drunk.

Red Son: Wasted.

MK: Dead.

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Yin: What makes you all smile?

MK: Friends and Family.

Jin: Snacks.

Spindrax: Victory and success.

Red Son: Muscles of the face.

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Jin: You lying piece of shit!

Yin: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Spindrax: I'm going and taking MK with me!

Red Son -collecting cards-: and that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Jin: Look guys, I need help.

Yin: Love help?

Red Son: Financial help?

MK: Emotional help?

Spindrax: Help move a body?

-Everyone looks at Spindrax-

Spindrax: What?

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Spindrax: Are oranges called oranges because oranges are oranges or are oranges called oranges because oranges are oranges?

Yin: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Red Son: Orange was first used to refer to the fruit 1,280 years ago, but it wasn't used as a color until 1,000 years ago.

Jin: What was the color called before then?

MK: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

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-In a group chat-

Red Son: A pegan just flew into my window.

Jin: Do they hit?

Yin: what?

MK: Oh yeah, my favorite bird, Pegan.

Spindrax: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO!

MK: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing through my window.

Yin: Do you have pigeons flying towards your window? I can't relate, I have penguins flying up to my window.

Red Son: I literally made a typo.

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MK: Do plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't eat!

Yin: You can eat a stone.

Jin: Air.

Red Son: The fabric of time and space.

Spindrax: Drinking a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems.

MK: You guys are not useful.

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Yin: What's the worst thing you've ever done?

MK: I rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Jin: I kicked Yin in the shin.

Yin: -So I kicked Jin between the legs.

Red Son: I burned down a city.

MK: What?!

Spindrax: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Red Son: Many things.

Jin: No shit.

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I hope you enjoyed it!

thanks for the support!

See ya!✨

#lego monkie kid #princesmonkieau #lmk mk #mk #lmk au #jin lmk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk red son #lmk yin #lmk spindrax

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spoonyglitteraunt · 8 months

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This is a vent post. Because no-one I usually go to with this stuff is currently awake. So not tagging it and will likely delete it come later today. But I need to put this somewhere lest it builds up more. So you all get to ride this emo train with me.

Just. If medical anxiety, cancer scare, fears around parental death and existential dread for the future are things you can't deal with right now feel free to skip. I don't blame you. I wish I could skip this.

I'm scared. Plain and simple. I'm scared.

My dad has been having episodes of peeing blood and he's finally getting it checked out. Last week he had a scan and they found something. They just don't know what since those scans don't do well with empty organs. They just have a rough size estimate of somewhere between 3 to 9mm. So in a few hours he has an exam to stick a camera up there and go see what's up.

And I'm scared.

I'd been oddly, surprisingly, uncharacteristically chill about it all week. Really not my usual. I was all, no need to stress, chances are it's just a polyp and even if it's not it's not big right? (No I have no concept of what are usual sizes of the T word are and looking it up now would be an extremely bad, no good, terrible idea.) But where I was chill all week, I'm not so much now. As in not at all actually.

It wasn't bad throughout the day, but once night fell it got progressively worse by the hour. While playing a game to distract myself it was still manageable, but once in the dark, trying to sleep, and nothing to focus on. Yeah chill is so far removed from what I am now that it's in another universe entirely. So far it's 7am and no sleep was had. Don't know if I'll get any. I should, because if it's bad news I also won't get any sleep after. But mind is not having it. And the aforementioned no one to talk to doesn't help.

All the fears, all the existential dread. All the everything. Because pitiable as it sounds with how my life has gone he's my rock. My emotional support. He is the one semi functioning cog in this broken down household of a health issues collectathon. And well, my parents are all I have.

It feels like we were finally starting on making some preparation for the future. Starting being the operative word there. As I'm the greyest of grey zones no one knows how to help other than passing the buck. And now I fear it will become a trial by fire as so much of my life has already been. And I'm still as fire proof as dry straw.

Where a few days ago I almost felt like it would be ok. That we'd sort things out, and make plans, and I'd learn. Learn to somehow take care of myself despite everything. Somehow. Figure it all out by the time I'd need it. Somehow. Now I'm right back to feeling small. Small and helpless. And I hate it.

I can't help wondering if I was fooling myself. That I'm just destined to end up bounced around from hospital to hospital to a retirement home, because there are just are no accomodations for people like me. The fact I've once spent five weeks in a hospital room with someone like that. Someone like me, who'd been forced to live exist like that and was pretty much left to waste away. Forever told no one knew what to do with her and she neither belonged nor had a place anywhere. Someone who... well who knows if she's even still alive today. It does not help these fears.

So yeah having a bit of an anxiety meltdown and I can't even go to my parents, which is usually the hack to wrangle the panic demons under control, because they have their own fears without me adding to it. It's just so much.

And I'm scared.

I know all the sayings. All the wisdom. About how worrying about something is putting yourself through it twice. And how stress isn't bad it's just a way for your body to deal with challenges. How you need to stay away from what ifs and only deal with stuff you know. All the grounding and breathing exercises. All the stay in the now stuff. All the advice. But guess how many of those are working right now when I'm posting this ramble online.

You know. Sometimes I envy those of you who believe in a god or a sentient universe or whatever. Because it would be really nice right now to think there was something out there I could appeal to to give us more time. Something I could tell, well listen, buddy. Whoever might be up, or down, or triple sideways loop the loop style out there somewhere. I'm not saying we won't still have to have a talk when I arrive wherever, but if you make sure it isn't bad news, idk. Just keep a receipt or something, and I will probably go from very pissed, to strongly worded letter, maybe even begrudging acceptance, when we do get round to that talk.

It would be nice.

But I don't.

So you all got this vent instead.

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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(another little chunk of the RVB story-line, this one with Donut and Grif!)

(this discusses a little bit of Grif feeling awkward about his family, why it is hard for him to listen to his sister talk about her sex life, and some of his own issues with relationships. nothing too terrible or detailed, but general problems with being teased, and reacting badly to negative situations. it ends on a good note, with acceptance and personal growth, I promise~)

Grif was trying and failing not to seem anxious about what was happening... he reminded himself that this wasn’t like before (all that bad, messed-up shit), and anyway, this was DONUT. Besides himself, Donut was the hardest Red to kill (Lopez was a little debatable. He had technically been deactivated a few times, which may or may not count as robot-death, and in that sense, Lopez was kind of their Church; an irritated artificial intelligence who had had a bunch of extra “lives”, like a video game guy).

Grif was also trying and failing not to feel conflicted about Donut being the first to leave. He internally told himself that he wasn’t even that close to Donut anyway... in fact, Donut got on his NERVES. The problem was, Donut had just gone through a whole character-development-thing involving how he sometimes felt ignored, and after dealing with his own character-development-thing, Grif could kinda relate.

So, what to do?

On the one hand, tell Donut to have fun out there, doing whatever the hell he was gonna do, and leave it at that... or, on the other hand, go and TALK to Donut, and just let stupid emotional junk happen.

Grif tries and fails to make a decision for a while, but the day Donut plans to leave gets closer and closer, and damn it all, the emotional junk won.

“Hey, dude. I don’t have any wine, but... got some cheese, and some crackers, and different kinds of salami, so-”

“Oh wow, Grif! I never expected you to share some charcuterie with me!”

“I’d call it grown-up Lunchables, but sure. Come have some,”

Donut happily followed Grif to the little nook, between the kitchen and the living room, that had sort of a booth-table built into it. Donut could see the large platter of snacks waiting there for them, some of the food already cut into bite-sized pieces. The two men sat down at both ends of the booth, and Grif wasted no time stacking himself something that looked like it belonged in a Scooby-Doo cartoon (cracker-cheese-meat-cheese-cracker-meat-meat-cracker-cheese-cheese-cracker-cheese-meat-cracker).

Donut laughed quietly, and then helped himself as well. For a moment, they both munched away, in a moment that was neither silent nor uncomfortable.

“So, I gotta ask...” Grif said, after his mouth was no longer full of meat-cheese-cracker. “Did you really not notice?”

“Notice what- OH. Yeah, um, no. No, I really didn’t...” Donut leaned his faced down, placing one hand on his forehead.

“HOW? I swear I’m not trying to get on your case dude, but how did you not notice?”

“I don’t know!” Donut laughed, sounded a little bashful and embarrassed, but not upset.

“No WAY all of that was an accident,” Grif smirked a little, getting another meat-cheese-cracker mountain ready.

“It was, though! I mean, I knew what I was saying, like, the words and all, but I didn’t realize it all sounded like thousands of sex jokes!” Donut shook his head. “No WONDER none of you ever wanted to talk to me...”

“OK, yes, it was definitely hard to listen to sometimes, but it wasn’t all your fault,” Grif explained. “I mean, I was a jerk. Still kinda am, but who isn’t a work-in-progress? My point is, I was going to be a jack-ass to literally everybody I met back then. I was even a jack-ass to Simmons, and I was used to him. It wasn’t even the fact that you kept on pouring an endless stream of perverted puns out of your mouth, like I’VE never told a dirty-joke, it was just...”

Grif paused a moment, thinking about how to phrase this. Donut looked at him; he didn’t hear Grif speak so carefully often.

“A couple years before I left home, that was when Kai had her- UGH, sexual awakening. And like, yeah, I’m a hypocrite, because that’s my SISTER, I’m never gonna NOT want to complain about the stuff she does, but I know she has every right to do it, good for her and all that... but it was also kinda weird and awkward for me... and that wasn’t her fault, she didn’t even know...”

“Know what?” Donut leaned closer, and Grif didn’t shove him away.

“When I was still going to school, kids used to tease me about my mom and dad, how they both got around. Then they started in about how I was gonna be the same... as if THEY weren’t all a bunch of stupid teenagers, who did stupid teenager things. That’s even MORE hypocritical, huh? So I guess I was all resentful ‘n shit. I tried to be more chill with dating at college, where nobody knew me, but it just sucked, because if I wasn’t being the jerk, somebody else was being a jerk to me. It sucked even more when I thought somebody ACTUALLY cared, but- never mind. Then I come home, feeling like a failure, and my sister is a total party girl, having fun with whoever she wants, like nothing ever made her feel insecure in her life-”

“Oh my god. You thought I was making fun of you,” it suddenly clicks for Donut. Actually, a LOT now fits together; it wasn’t just WHAT he used to say, it was the fact that it reminded Grif of the insults other kids used to throw around.

“Dude, no... like I said, I was a jack-ass, and I’ve told plenty of dirty jokes. I could handle being made fun, but I knew that wasn’t what you were doing. You just- hell, you talked like my stupid sister! It bugged the absolute shit out of me, I was whatever-billions of miles away from her, and I STILL had to listen to somebody who was always excited about NOTHING, like they had a constant freaking sugar-high, AND every other sentence involved an innuendo!”

Grif had an expression that was an odd combination of pissed-off and mortified. He had really only mean to say that the sexual language and Donut’s general attitude had made him think of Kai, which was all kinds of awkward, so back then, Grif just wanted Donut to fuck-off. Instead, Grif had revealed several INSECURITIES. Gross.

It was still part of the rambling problem; once he got going, it was hard to stop.

As the truth dawned on Donut, he slowly began to smile. That was... kind of nice? Well, not nice for Grif, who at the time, had been miserable... but now? After so much time has passed? Donut began to positively beam at Grif, and since they were so close that Donut’s chest was pressed against Grif’s shoulder, it was hard not to notice.

“I reminded you of Kai... and you didn’t want to think about her, or how much you missed her,” Donut said. Grif made a dismissive grunt in response. “And all those times you scolded her, it wasn’t about embarrassing the family... you were just worried she might get her feelings hurt, because people used to make YOU feel bad about yourself,” another grunt. Donut continued to smile, knowing perfectly well how rare it was for Grif to share any insight about himself, and thus how special this conversation was.

Grif rolled his eyes, and gave-in. He slung an arm around Donut’s back, and Donut immediately laughed gleefully, hugging him in return.

“Everybody who acted like they were better than you... they weren’t just hypocrites, they were assholes. I know, we’ve all been assholes too, but like you said, works-in-progress. You’re not such a jerk anymore, and besides, even when you were, you still mattered as a person. You aren’t less important than somebody else, even if they’re trying to make you feel that way...” Donut spoke, his tone serious but still slightly kind. It made Grif feel a twist of guilt, for all the insults he used before; Donut, the Blues, Carolina and Wash, Doc Lopez, Simmons... he felt less bad about insulting Sarge (most of the time, he was just returning the favor. Then again, maybe lashing out because you have some unresolved issues was pretty common).

“Thanks. And, y’know... even though you aren’t making so many double-entendres anymore, it’s still kinda cool that you’re all comfortable being yourself. When you talk about things you enjoy, and you really just let yourself be happy. That’s good. My sister, too. It’s hard for me to admit, but I’m proud of her. She doesn’t give a damn about other people’s opinions, she knows who she is and what she’s about. You’re both really... out-going, and that’s kinda cool,” Grif said reluctantly.

“Have you told HER any of this?”

“Nope,” Grif shoved more food into his mouth.

“Well, you should... at least the parts about how you’re proud of her, and how you recognize her right to live her life how she pleases. She knows you love her, but I bet she’d like to hear you also respect her!” Donut gave Grif an extra little squeeze before letting go.

“Mmmmmmmaybe...” Grif grumbled.

“And thanks for telling ME, Grif... it’s ironic, too. Because when I first met you and Simmons, I kinda felt like you guys were sort of my big bros... you even picked on me! You sent me to get HEADLIGHT FLUID!” Donut shoved him.

“Haha, and you WENT!” Grif grinned back.

“I knew you guys were making it up, I’m not THAT stupid!”

“Then why did you try to buy a flag from the Blue Store?”

“Fuck you!”

Donut was laughing as he reached out, this time not going for a hug, but attempting to get Grif in a head-lock. Grif lightly smacked him away, before abruptly bringing the rough-housing to a halt.

“Hey man, don’t knock over the food!” he kept one hand on Donut’s chest, pressing the guy flat against the wall, and straightened the plate with the other. Then he picked up one of the slices of meat, holding it up to Donut’s face. “Here, why don’t you put another sausage in your mouth...”

“You did NOT just-” Donut wasn’t able to finish pointing out Grif’s very intentional pun, because Grif had totally lost control; he burst out laughing, dropping the sausage back onto the plate, and falling out of the booth, literally rolling on the floor. Donut tried and failed to not smile, but it spread across his face, even as he tried to give Grif a disdainful look. He finally started giggling as well, pretending to gently kick Grif away (while really just tapping Grif with his foot), and continued to eat the snacks.

#red vs blue #rvb #dexter grif #franklin delano donut

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 9 months

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☔ Raven

🌟 Malou

🍺 Evan

🌜 Willow

💃 Adrian

🐁 Dalton

📙 Andy

Thank you very much :D I'll do something I haven't done in quite a while, let them answer in person:

For a heavy, emotional secret. Raven: *Sighs heavily* Some men blood related to me, and not far down the blood line, abused me for many years. I had a sort of *hesitates* amnesia, it uh... I didn't remember till one of the perpetrators told me a while back. I wish I was still oblivious. I'm honestly not coping quite as well as I make it seem.

For a secret wish or desire of theirs Malou: *Chuckles awkwardly* well... *chuckles again* last year someone returned to my life. Someone I've been in love with since we were.... kids. Uhm yeah, he's a bit of a mess, and not good at answering on Facebook, but... he's both my secret wish, and desire.

For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about Evan: *Chuckles deeply* once Andy, Daniel and I stole my dads brand new very expensive bottle of Vodka, drank it all, got really wasted, wanted to go to a party, but we didn't have money for neither more booze, nor cigarettes, so I called my brother Alex, asking if we could sell him a bottle of Vodka cause we bought the wrong alcohol, but already opened the bottle, so couldn't return it, however he could get it half price. He said yes *chuckles again* so we filled the empty bottle with water, and sold it to him. We got our booze and cigarettes, but I also paid later with a very large bruise on my upper arm after Alex found out he paid almost 70 bucks for water*chuckles*

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Willow: *Snorts* I'm a pretty open book to be fair, so I dunno if there's anything I do that no one knows of? Well maybe there is, but not like it's because I keep it as a secret, maybe more the fact that I live alone, and I suppose I do stuff in my own home all the time that no one witnesses? Hm.... I eat Tabasco on wine gums when I watch pro wrestling, I dunno if that's considered a weird habit? Anyway, *shrugs* no one knows abut this cause I watch wrestling alone, since I don't know anyone who wants to watch it with me. Wusses *laughs loud and hoarsely*

For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others Adrian: *Annoyed sigh* I have 3 talents... 4.... which I don't really share with people, unless they are really close to me. It's not secrets, it's just... *shrugs*.... private. I'm private. I paint and draw, I play guitar, I sing, and I cook. All 4 fairly well. But I keep it mostly to myself, cause if others know, it always leads to some sort of social escapade, such as 'sing for me!'. *Frowns*

For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc) Dalton: Uhm *chuckles deeply* that's kinda sort of embarrassing *cheeky grin*... I'd rather not tell *chuckles more shyly* I have this lock of Malou's hair, I keep in my wallet, to always have a part of her with me, wherever I go when she can't join me. It sort of grounds me in a sense.

For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) Andy: *Cheeky hoarse chuckle* Who says I have a secret diary? I mean I have *chuckles cheekily* but who said it? *Cheeky smirk* ......... you're serious? *Chuckles more awkward this time, then reaches under his bed, dragging out a small dark brown leather bound journal, flipping a bit through it* .... alright *short chuckle* this is so fucking cringe man, I don't exactly expect someone to fucking read this yanno? *Chuckle* Uhm... okay... so this I wrote a while ago, but like within this month I think, there's not a date on everything... uhm yeah... *Starts reading the entry*

We learned to kiss silently Reaching into old fears Swallowed by this convenient illusion Selling canned dreams to bystanders And after all this pain After the smog clears You're still my favorite colors.

#ask answer #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Malou Jensen #Evan Thompson #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Willow #Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn

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televinita · 1 year

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Abbott Elementary Finale

I feel like I should have more thoughts than I do? I have a lot of words. But they’re circular and repetitive, so forgive me, my tv analysis skills are rusty AF and I probably shouldn’t post this but I want A Record of it so I am.

my reaction to them not moving forward is... I’m tired. I think I’m honestly still too sore about the stupid waste of a first kiss on top of the ridiculously unnecessary Bad Relationships that ate up so much of season 2 -- you can be unspoken committed future life partners who are just coincidentally single at the same time, it’s okay, you don’t need A Reason to not be dating yet, literally hundreds of fictional law enforcement members and similar work colleagues have set this precedent already! -- to actually...care about this?

Like, fine, whatever. Follow the tired end-of-season-2 speed bump expectation for a broadcast sitcom if you must; I thought you were going to do something new but I guess it probably wouldn’t have been satisfying to miss out on the beginning of their relationship over the summer anyway. I’m not even gonna be mad about her ~selfish era~ because frankly it is beneath me, too silly to notice. I hear what some people are saying about her needing time to be single, but I also think that is what all of season 2 should already have been. Girl didn’t need experience having a rebound relationship; a woman can be a serial monogamist and still know herself, especially if she has several months to experience being single in between.

(I remain clueless and perhaps a tad bitter about her accepting a date with whatshsname in the first place, let alone a second. what is there. neither brains nor even a particularly attractive, as opposed to fine/average/neutral, visage.)

But my actual reaction is more like...okay, whatever. You do you, I don’t have the necessary emotional investment to be reactive about this. (which, frankly, is kind of a relief given my fandom history of OTP hysteria. but also kind of sad in “am I grown up?” way.) (no. it’s the insufficiently impactful writing that is wrong)

The real problem is that now I don’t really...see how they come back from this? Like short of life endangerment, which feels unlikely, I don’t see what would propel her into being ready to date him in the future (clearly seeing him with other women isn’t enough!), and I really can’t imagine him hanging onto Jim-level pining at this point (he’s not even good at it now; a woman says hi and he’s like “I am now honor bound to date you until you get tired of it”). I feel like once you get over outright rejection and recalibrate your feelings into firmly Just Friends zone, it’s kind of hard to shift back.

All of this is projection for the fact that I might have lost my shipper designs on them as a result, a bummer because I was really enjoying the tantalizing slow burn (even my brain wouldn’t jump ahead to imagining them kissing, it was very “shhh not yet, we’ll get there, enjoy the awkward blushy stage and the Secret Longing Looks a while longer”), and now there is just such a hard reset that I feel like a light physically turned off.

End result I am zero percent sad about it being over the year, despite this having previously been the highlight of my week, and will happily forget it exists until September.

P.S. I still can’t believe they came up with SLEEPOVER SETTING!!, the dream of the workplace mockumentary show that normally would have zero percent chance to show our OTP lying down next to each other, and just squandered it. I said I wasn’t mad and I’m mostly not, but this specific concept does in fact grind my gears a little.

#this might secretly contain my thoughts about Janine and Gregory's season 2 arc as a whole #episode reactions #oh wait i have another writing post in the queue... all right well get ready for EVEN MORE WORDS from me today i guess

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