#reconciliation era???

[bringthekaos]

MH Viktor being 100× more sensitive because he barely takes his armor off + Jayce being 100× more touch-starved since their fallout to the point that he can't spend a second without at least an inch of his body doing contact with his lover = peak fiction.

Assfadagdaaff I agreeeee. And TBH if/when I write a PotM sequel, this is probably gunna play a huge part.

—not NSFW per se, but suggestive as hell—

For Viktor, he has spent the last 6+ years focusing on his Glorious Evolution™ with little to no time/effort spared on connection or intimacy. And any sort of sexual dalliances he entertained were purely casual. In fact I can see him, on his more bitter days, actively shying away from anything of a romantic nature—if his hookups dared to get too close, he would lance them from his life without a second thought. But this of course has some unintended side effects—namely his sensitivity. He doesn’t have a whole lot of flesh left, but what remains has become hyper-reactive; after all, he’s weaned himself off of gentle touches, of soft caresses. His hookups were only ever rough. And he’s doing his best not to cringe and pull away from Jayce, now that they’re kinda sorta rekindling things, but it’s difficult—he reacts to it like a sudden bee sting. And it’s not because he doesn’t like it, of course he does, especially from Jayce, it’s just that he had associated gentleness, intimacy with that feeling of betrayal. Rewiring his brain is going to take time, and he has to tell Jayce as much, because the first time Viktor cringed and pulled away, Jayce looked at him like he’d ran him through. But Jayce understands, so he does make an effort to go slow, to be careful and intentional with his touches, even though he’s clearly hungry for so much more. And every once in a while, when Jayce is able to coax him into accepting more—a long massage, perhaps—he becomes like putty in Jayce’s hands. His walls just melt away, and Jayce can have him shivering in minutes; he knows all the right places, all the right touches that can make Viktor blue screen. It’s vulnerable, and Viktor isn’t always prepared to be vulnerable, but when he is… Jayce could spend days just soaking up Viktor’s trust (and his moans of pleasure 😈).

And Jayce… Jayce is suffering a bit of separation anxiety. He knows he has to build back up to this, that he can’t just throw himself at Viktor… but just being around him is painful. He can hardly stand it, sharing Viktor’s space without touching him. He has to catch himself, because it’s second nature—resting a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist and just holding him close. And he doesn’t want to put the cart before the horse, test Viktor’s boundaries before they’ve even been reestablished. Especially when Viktor reacts like a spooked deer half the time. But they’re both working on it. They’re walking a bit of a tightrope, as things stand, a hazy twilight sort of phase—it’s all so delicate, and they could both stand to be hurt if it all goes wrong. So they’re taking baby steps, even though it’s agonizing a lot of the time. But occasionally, when their respective anxieties can be quelled and they can meet in the middle… it’s paradise. Jayce can cozy up to Viktor, ease him into it, and have him melting in Jayce’s hands in no time. He can have those vents steaming, the metal quaking. And it’s like taking a hit off something strong, for Jayce—touching and being touched by Viktor is a drug to him now, after such a long stint of separation. And yes, sometimes his separation anxiety gets worse after, because he’s had a taste, a hit. He’s working on that too.

They both have a lot to work on, but neither of them has ever shied away from hard work. And they’re both painfully aware that it can never be like it was. There’s too much history, too much pain. But maybe, just maybe, they can forge something new.

#arcane #jayvik #jayce talis #arcane Jayce #arcane viktor #machine herald viktor #viktor the machine herald #jayvik divorce era #reconciliation era??? #asks #ace answers

[kittykatninja321]

can I be a hater for a second whenever I see the fic trope of “Talia purposely told Jason about Tim to get Jason to attack him” I’m like guys I’m gonna be real with you I don’t think Talia would care about that little boy at all

#Like 1st of all the attempt to shift the blame for Jason’s behavior on Talia is lame as fuck I Know What You Are (a misogynist) #2nd of all correct me if I’m wrong because I am not completely familiar with the ins and outs of Talia’s Evil era but is there any canon #basis for Talia feeling like Damian’s place is threatened by Tim? Like not only did yall make that up it’s also dumb #I know fic is all about making shit up but I’m being a hater regardless why is Talia always the villainess fall guy for the sake of Batfam #reconciliation fluff? (I Know What You Are) #dc #Batfam

[florsial]

Canonically, Jegulus is the short-term fling they think about from time to time but it didn't work out because they would always choose something else (family, friends, beliefs) over each other and that was the stabilizer for their relationship.

now bartylus on the other hand-

#i need to shut up omg #but I find the concept of bartylus much more interesting because it's separating reg from sirius #bartylus is offically reg and sirius becoming enstranged #while jegulus is like this hope of reconciliation for the brothers #im so obsessed with the black brothers #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #james potter #starchaser #james x regulus #marauders #sunseeker

[sammyche]

pov: vale opening his photo gallery

#reconciliation era #honeymooning all around the world #ok maybe he is a little bit obsessed #motogp #marc marquez #rosquez #valentino rossi #trope: wag!rosquez

[nativehueofresolution]

fascinated by this tidbit from mtd where it alludes to louis and armand meeting in paris, with all that city means to them. louis has drifted apart from lestat, and daniel has left armand... and so armand and louis... reconnect? and yet whatever happened did not stop armand from speaking in an incredibly 'bitter, angry ex' way about louis in tva - perhaps even brought those hurt feelings make to the surface? much to ponder.

#loumand #iwtv #it does in a way foreshadow they will come together to form trinity gate #with lestat and daniel out of the picture at that time. they both kind of rely on one another #but it also clearly was not a full reconciliation bc armand is so resentful for louis in tva #whereas in the pl era armand is affectionate and protective #and even when louis leaves him to be w lestat. armand is at least trying to pretend he's happy for him #and not hurt #so then what was this paris interlude to them? #kaitlin speaks

[moonagedaydream345]

Dear Reggie,

I love you.

It feels a bit stupid writing it in a letter if I’m honest, but maybe I’ll give it to you one day, who knows?

It doesn’t make it any less true though. I love you Regulus, I think I always have, and I know I always will. 

I grew up with delusions of grandeur, that I would find a great love that would rival those of the storybooks. My parents were the blueprint for a happy marriage. I had to watch your brother find his soulmate at the age of eleven, they didn’t know until much later, but it was always there.

It wasn’t fair really. I would try, Merlin knows I tried, but there wasn’t anyone out there for me. I know this sounds tacky, we are talking about when I was twelve, who decides to resign themselves to being alone forever at twelve?

If I’m honest, I never intended to fall in love with you. I think that’s why what we had was so beautiful. It was organic and natural. I wanted to help you, to make sure you knew you could leave the house that caused my best friend, and you, so much pain. But you swept me away, completely and utterly. That's another thing that wasn’t fair. 

Regulus Black, from the moment I laid eyes on you I was completely enthralled. You were like a breath of fresh air, the only breaths I was willing to take were the ones in your presence. They were clean, exhilarating. Sending a rush straight through me, from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my soul. Something I never knew I needed, but as soon as I got a taste, could never live without.

You, my love, are the precious few weeks when October melts into November. The crisp welcoming of a cold morning, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. The excitement of halloween and the tranquillity that comes after. I could get all sappy, compare your eyes to the clouds that gather in the sky when the rain falls. Not that misty shit either, proper rain, the rain you love. The type where it drums on the window whilst you sit next to it, book in hand. I could do a multitude of embarrassing things, Reg, and I’d be willing to do so, because it would all be for you. 

I’ve always struggled, I suppose. I love my friends, I truly do, I wouldn’t change them for the world. But being their rock, their emotional support, wasn’t isn’t easy. I don’t mind it, I love helping them, making them feel more like themselves and less like their issues. But the feeling of obligation, the feeling that if I wasn’t their support then I was nothing, you took that from me. I may have been their rock, but you Reg, you were the mountain that held me. You eased my burdens when I was so concerned with everyone else's, and for that I thank you.

I’d like to think I eased a couple of yours too, but even if I didn’t, I’d be ok if I knew you had taken comfort in the help you gave me. I always admired that about you, the ability to help whilst remaining totally oblivious to the fact. It’s always been so conscious for me, when I was helping I knew I was helping. There was a part of my brain reminding me that I was in fact fixing a problem. I don’t think you have that voice Reg, and for that I am immensely jealous.

You hurt me. You really, truly did. I’m not sure why, when or how you decided I wasn’t enough for you anymore, but it really fucking hurt. I’m sorry. I am so sorry that you are now stuck there, that I couldn’t get you out. I blame myself, it has to be my fault in some way.

It doesn’t matter though, I promise. I forgive you, I’ll learn to forgive you. And I hope one day you may forgive me too. None of the past will ever cross our minds, because I’ll have you back in my arms. You’ll lay your head in my lap, like you used to, and fall asleep while I thread flowers through your hair. It will be perfect because it will be us.

The delusions of grandeur never left, Reggie, they never left at all. They became real instead. The dreams I had compiled, late night dates and silent kisses, they all came true. They weren’t unattainable anymore, because I was in love with you, I think I still am. I had always beat myself up over it, over being too much, too loud, too annoying. Stressed over having to be the best version of myself, the need to be happy enough that I made up for the cruelty this world has to offer. You saw past all of that. I know you roll your eyes at me, a lot, but it never quite followed through. There was always a smile hidden, one I would give anything to see now, to kiss onto your face one last time.

It’s funny, we’re written in the stars, you and I. Regulus is the heart of the lion, and that couldn’t be more accurate. You are my heart, Reggie. You are my heart, my soul and my world. Soon enough, you’ll be my love once more.

Then, now, and forever yours,

Jamie.

#james potter x regulus black #break up #jegulus #fic: regrets and reconciliations #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #angst #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #love letters

[sasorikigai]

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Hanzo && Tragic Optimism

Tragic optimism is a concept coined by Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor and renowned psychiatrist, in his book "Man's Search for Meaning." It refers to the ability to maintain hope and find meaning in life despite experiencing suffering and adversity. Frankl observed that even in the most challenging circumstances, such as the concentration camps during the Holocaust, some individuals were able to maintain a sense of hope and purpose. Tragic optimism acknowledges the reality of suffering and tragedy while emphasizing the human capacity to transcend these experiences through finding meaning and purpose. It suggests that while we may not always have control over our external circumstances, we do have control over how we choose to perceive and respond to them. By embracing tragic optimism, individuals can cultivate resilience and find meaning even in the face of immense suffering.

Hanzo Hasashi, also known as Scorpion, is well known for his tragic backstory and relentless pursuit of vengeance. His story embodies elements of tragic optimism, particularly in his ability to find meaning and purpose despite enduring immense suffering. Hanzo's tragedy begins with the destruction of his clan, the Shirai Ryu, by their rivals, the Lin Kuei. This event leads to the death of his family and his own transformation into the vengeful specter known as Scorpion. Throughout his journey, Hanzo grapples with grief, anger, and the desire for revenge. However, despite the overwhelming tragedy in his life, Hanzo demonstrates elements of tragic optimism. He continues to fight, not just for vengeance, but also to protect Earthrealm from various threats. Despite his personal pain, he finds purpose in serving a greater cause.

Moreover, Hanzo's character development throughout the series often revolves around themes of redemption and the search for meaning beyond his desire for revenge. He learns to reconcile with his past and find a new sense of purpose beyond his initial quest for vengeance. Hanzo Hasashi exemplifies the concept of tragic optimism by finding meaning and purpose in the face of tragedy and suffering, ultimately transcending his personal anguish to serve a higher cause.

#✗ obsessive cathartic (headcanon) #✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #(this is THE REASON why I love hanzo/scorpion's character!) #(especially in MKX/MK11 era) #(and why I am so bitter about not having him in MK1 where things could go much better or worse for him) #(turning him into a child wasn't an option)

[welcometololaland]

henry. feelings. lack of sleep. all relatable content.

Contaminated

Henry took his darkness for granted. He’d lived in for so long, learnt its presence. He grew up in it, was moulded by it, memorised it so that he knew it as well as he knew the back of his hand. He thought he could take Alex’s light, venture into it for a while, swim in it, experience it, find joy in it and somehow avoid being blinded.

Now, he’s a marooned man in a desert, desperately searching for reprieve from the scorching heat, and the darkness calls him back to it like a siren song.

Read on ao3

#firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #fic #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry in his feelings #this is very angsty #me in my feelings #just pure depression right here #post lake-house #pre reconciliation #the rwrb break up era #i wrote this instead of sleeping

[nostalgicatsea]

Last Words of WIP Meme

Tagged by @ishipallthings who destroyed me with her response to this meme. The actual last words I wrote are incomprehensible unless you have the whole picture, so here’s the last thing I wrote for another WIP only a few days before (my post-Endgame soulmate AU that I need to actually sit down and finish one day):

“What?” he asked Tony.

“You’ve aged. And I missed it. Last time I saw you, you were so young.” Tony smiled at him in a way Steve couldn’t decipher, neither fully happy nor sad. “I still see you like that.”

And a bonus line for fun that’s cryptic due to lack of context:

“And you think you know what’s best for me, don’t you?” Tony said contemptuously.

Tagging: @oluka​, @sineala​, @kiyaar​, and anyone who wants to do this!

#stevetony #steve/tony #superhusbands #stony #my words #there's a grief that comes from losing the privilege of seeing the person you love grow old #because it IS a privilege to witness those changes and to survive especially when you're in their line of work #where tomorrow isn't guaranteed as they both know all too well #CW-era steve is seared into tony's brain for more reasons than one (the fallout but it was also the last time he saw steve before the start #of EG and at that point tony was half-dead and probably not up for examining how steve looked lmao #though steve still looked young since that was 2018) #he was SO YOUNG compared to time skip steve #if you look at CW steve pics #and okay some context for the bonus line: let's just say past actions have reverberations #even after reconciliation even in circumstances that are vastly different #(the reason tony's saying that line has nothing to do with what happened in CW) #they never talked about CW beyond a few lines and it drives me nuts

[fart-rasengan]

what do dudebros even think is the core message of naruto if not the love between sasuke and naruto?

#and i say this completely unironcally #because if you take away sasuke and naruto's connection #and their mutual understanding of each other and the loneliness they share #literally what is left #their reconciliation should have been the start of a new era where their world is rebuilt #and i choose to believe that's exactly what happened #sns #sasunaru #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto

[that-gay-jedi]

Finally getting up the courage to share my personal obikin playlist. It's not organized into a chronological order or anything yet but I'm proud I managed to keep it only 4 hours long.

My overall tastes are kinda cringe but I tried to keep out any folk that was too twangy, metal that was too heavy, hyperpop that was too earbleedy, etc. Please enjoy.

#obikin #vaderwan #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #playlist #sw ship playlists #darth vader #romance #breakup songs #codependency #getting back together #obsessive love #couple dynamics #force dyad #obikin reconciliation era #obikin divorce era #complementary halves #obikin playlist #force ghosts #anakin's fall #darth vader redemption #all the feels #queer musicians #some very gay music in here #the girls the gays and the goths #ghost stories #grief #anakin skywalker's anxious preoccupied attachment style which i will never shut up about #relationships #trauma

[transphilza]

i did not initially plan to write a doomsday fic in my cphil character study series because i felt like i said what i needed to say about his character well enough in the first two, like i didn’t need to write a fic about doomsday bc i already set up his motivations for it enough. However. since then i have seen some great and inspiring takes and also have been thinking a lot more about ghostbur….. so.. yknow Maybe. maybe

#i already have so many works in progress though #but i think looking into nlm era and all those strange stilted convos he had with ghostbur #and his like not very secret partnership with techno thru house arrest #dunno… could be interestin #dunno if people would be interested humm #theoretically if i wanted to make it like. a complete canon retelling #there would be a doomsday fic #and then the story of wilburs revival #and then the final like. reconciliation scene that i’ve always dreamed of writing #but that’s like a big goal idk if i’ll have the motivation to do all That. #it’s a fun concept though #and that’s just cphil…….

[acciotheomione]

One More Chance by Lostinthenightrain

“Because I didn’t - I don’t - deserve you. I left to become a better man but I can’t be who you deserve,” he whispered, the anguish palpable in the air between them. “I was only ever a better man when I was with you. So when I left and I realized a few months in I’d never measure up, I tried to erase you from my life in the worst ways possible but I could never go through with it.”

Link to AO3

AO3 tags below the break

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott

Additional Tag(s): Masquerade, Theo Nott Returns, Moonlight, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Fix what you broke

#rating: t #status: complete #author: Lostinthenightrain #word count: <5k #theomione endgame: yes #era: post-hogwarts #trope: ministry employee hermione #trope: reconciliation #card catalogue #theomione

[fursasaida]

This article is from 2022, but it came up in the context of Palestine:

Here are some striking passages, relevant to all colonial aftermaths but certainly also to the forms we see Zionist reaction taking at the moment:

Over the decade I lived in South Africa, I became fascinated by this white minority [i.e. the whole white population post-apartheid as a minority in the country], particularly its members who considered themselves progressive. They reminded me of my liberal peers in America, who had an apparently self-assured enthusiasm about the coming of a so-called majority-minority nation. As with white South Africans who had celebrated the end of apartheid, their enthusiasm often belied, just beneath the surface, a striking degree of fear, bewilderment, disillusionment, and dread.

[...]

Yet these progressives’ response to the end of apartheid was ambivalent. Contemplating South Africa after apartheid, an Economist correspondent observed that “the lives of many whites exude sadness.” The phenomenon perplexed him. In so many ways, white life remained more or less untouched, or had even improved. Despite apartheid’s horrors—and the regime’s violence against those who worked to dismantle it—the ANC encouraged an attitude of forgiveness. It left statues of Afrikaner heroes standing and helped institute the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which granted amnesty to some perpetrators of apartheid-era political crimes.

But as time wore on, even wealthy white South Africans began to radiate a degree of fear and frustration that did not match any simple economic analysis of their situation. A startling number of formerly anti-apartheid white people began to voice bitter criticisms of post-apartheid society. An Afrikaner poet who did prison time under apartheid for aiding the Black-liberation cause wrote an essay denouncing the new Black-led country as “a sewer of betrayed expectations and thievery, fear and unbridled greed.”

What accounted for this disillusionment? Many white South Africans told me that Black forgiveness felt like a slap on the face. By not acting toward you as you acted toward us, we’re showing you up, white South Africans seemed to hear. You’ll owe us a debt of gratitude forever.

The article goes on to discuss:

"Mau Mau anxiety," or the fear among whites of violent repercussions, and how this shows up in reported vs confirmed crime stats - possibly to the point of false memories of home invasion

A sense of irrelevance and alienation among this white population, leading to another anxiety: "do we still belong here?"

The sublimation of this anxiety into self-identification as a marginalized minority group, featuring such incredible statements as "I wanted to fight for Afrikaners, but I came to think of myself as a ‘liberal internationalist,’ not a white racist...I found such inspiration from the struggles of the Catalonians and the Basques. Even Tibet" and "[Martin Luther] King [Jr.] also fought for a people without much political representation … That’s why I consider him one of my most important forebears and heroes,” from a self-declared liberal environmentalist who also thinks Afrikaaners should take back government control because they are "naturally good" at governance

Some discussion of the dynamics underlying these reactions, particularly the fact that "admitting past sins seem[ed] to become harder even as they receded into history," and US parallels

And finally, in closing:

The Afrikaner journalist Rian Malan, who opposed apartheid, has written that, by most measures, its aftermath went better than almost any white person could have imagined. But, as with most white progressives, his experience of post-1994 South Africa has been complicated. [...]

He just couldn’t forgive Black people for forgiving him. Paradoxically, being left undisturbed served as an ever-present reminder of his guilt, of how wrongly he had treated his maid and other Black people under apartheid. “The Bible was right about a thing or two,” he wrote. “It is infinitely worse to receive than to give, especially if … the gift is mercy.”

#south africa #apartheid #colonialism #palestine

[ichisama]

274 words | rating: g | bachibachi era, pre-slash

Growing up, Ichiro wasn't an especially picky eater. You couldn't be, when you didn't always know where your next meal would be coming from. He had his likes and dislikes, but there really wasn't much he would flat-out refuse to eat.

Even now, with his odd jobs business doing well enough to provide him and his brothers some financial stability, old habits persisted. Even now, he wouldn't dream of wasting food.

Samatoki was way more vocal about his dislikes, and he would always try to foist any carrots or bell peppers off on Ichiro when they ate together. But he never wasted food either. If carrots were an inextricable part of something he was served, he would pull a face and complain a ton, but clean his plate anyway.

That was something Ichiro had always liked and admired about him.

And, privately, he'd always found Samatoki's complaining kind of cute.

Samatoki didn't usually have much reason to complain when he and Ichiro ate together, though. They learned each other's preferences pretty quickly, after knowing each other for just a short while. When they went out for food, Ichiro always helped himself to any carrots or bell peppers that turned up in whatever Samatoki had ordered, and Samatoki always took Ichiro's shiitake mushrooms in return.

Maybe that was why shiitake tasted even worse to Ichiro after they split, after there was no one to take them off his plate anymore. It used to be the texture that bothered him the most, enough to make him shudder as he chewed. But these days, the taste of them, even the sight of them, made his stomach roil.

#ichisama #bachibachi era #pre-slash #angst #ahh pre-reconciliation era my detested :')

[moonagedaydream345]

After six years apart, Narcissa finally reaches out to Emmeline, a thing she has wanted to do since 1973. What she was not expecting, however, was for Emmeline to write back:

My Daffodil,

I never thought I’d hear from you again. Opening your letter was the highlight of my week, and reading it simply made it better. I have missed you so dearly as well, I often find myself reminiscing on the times we would run through the hallways hand in hand, those stupid heeled shoes you would always wear getting caught on the cobblestones.

I know you were unable to join me, that the timing wasn’t right with what happened to your sister, but I hope now at least we can rekindle. Maybe in the near future, maybe in the distant. It does not matter how long I have to wait for you Narcissa, because knowing you still long for me as I do you puts my heart into a type of freeze. It can not love another knowing you will once more be in my arms. 

Please remain safe, sending letters is a dangerous business, especially letters like these from a woman of your status. But also do know, if you were to want an out, I have a spare room. Better yet, I have a spare side of the bed.

I never doubted you bought into it, I said many things I regret when we last spoke. Please know I never thought of you like I think of them. It was a necessity, basic survival. I understand that now more than I did at seventeen. Please forgive me for the harsh words I used.

I long for you my love, for every moment I breathe I wish it were air in which we shared.

Ever your love,

Emmeline.

#emmeline vance #narcissa x emmeline #narcissa black #fic: regrets and reconciliations #narcissa malfoy #marauders era #dead gay wizards #sapphic #harry potter femslash #fluff #love letters #ao3 #read on ao3 #fanfic #moonagedaydream345