#salting the blog tonight lol

[whatsabriard]

Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 1x01

Episode Title: Pilot Original Air Date: 8-25-1979 Important Notes: This 2-hour Pilot episode did a great job of setting the series up, and introducing the viewer to Jennifer and Jonathan and the entity that is their powerhouse marriage. However, the show's internal canon was all over the place especially re: the early years of their marriage. So scenes discussing Jennifer's family and wedding should be taken with a grain of salt because they will all be ret-conned by the end of the series. This episode is the only time we hear the Hart's special song - Now, by the Carpenters - and the only episode missing its iconic theme song. (Mark Snow, I could kiss you on your mouth for that theme song.)

Quote of the Ep (tie): "If I rolled over right now and tried to make love to you, would you call the police?" Only if I thought you needed help.

"This is going to be your first time, isn't it?" To be fair, not exactly.

Right off the bat, they try to insinuate that Jonathan is not very involved with running Hart Industries, something that will change drastically. I mean, Deanne has been his secretary for a month and has never seen him?

"They found the missing Rembrandt" - were they trying to Thomas Crown this?

Jonathan might want to take Jennifer's mother out for her birthday - the mom that has been dead since Jennifer was a child. Oopsie.

They call the spa where they blackmail people "The Golden Goose" lmao. Smooth.

Jennifer is doing a series of articles on the nature of macho. She does intensive research - she's known for it. GASP.

I have no idea what Max was making in the blender with raw eggs and a dash of whiskey? And Jonathan gave it to Freeway? why god.

PS Freeway's actor's name was Charlie and he was 12 when the series ended. He's a Löwchen and my ass is on a waiting list for one with a friend in San Diego who just started in the breed a few years ago.

I have to warn you. I don't watch this show for plot. That would be stupid of me and you.

A Health Farm. what a weird concept. So 70s/80s.

Jill St John dressed as a baby during "regression therapy". Future wife of Robert Wagner, too, 11 years down the road.

"Shouldn't she be in school?" Jonathan Hart is a sarcastic little bitch sometimes.

18 minutes into the episode and we get our first look at Jennifer, racing to the Golden Goose in her Mercedes convertible which apparently does not have its signature "Hart" license plate.

"Even as a child I was all thumbs." It must have been painful for you to handle a yo-yo. Guess what. Jennifer is also a sarcastic little bitch sometimes.

Doing an enemies-to-lovers mini arc was pretty inspired. Do it tonight, bungalow 10. They wanted the viewer to believe Jennifer was an assassin.

This chick is teaching water aerobics in heels.

"Templeton, you got nerves."

His real name is Jonathan Hart - IT SEEMS HE FANCIES HIMSELF A DETECTIVE AS WELL.

He showed up for an undercover stint with his clothing custom made for his persona. That attention to detail is what makes Mr Hart better than your average mega-rich wanna-be detective.

"Apologize? You? Whatever for?" *smack*

Only the bravest men wear a white onesie. It's the confidence that pulls it off.

This lady smuggled alcohol into her room in her perfume bottles.

"This is going to cost me money?" LOL omg

One of the first scenes RJ and Stef filmed together was the long scene in bed. They nailed it. Chemistry everywhere all over the place.

"Your feet are cold." Compared to who, your fulsome friend? "She threw me out." No taste broad.

Like ok it's nice that they're all touchy and kissy in bed and stuff but the most important thing is that they talk. They really like each other. They're best friends. (*cough*cobert*cough*ihaveatype*cough*)

IRRIDESCENT NYLONS AND A UNITARD.

on this blog we try not to discuss natalie wood and the whole..you know...thing. but she has a cameo in this episode and it would be irresponsible not to mention it. we're like 2 years from The Incident, anyway.

Sylvia is wearing a bathing suit that has a hood? FASHION.

Stefanie Powers did her own hair and makeup for this show. So.

"How goes our first day?" This has all been one day? Jesus.

Jennifer's at a health farm doing exercising all day and she's laying in bed doing sit-ups. Psycho.

Then again, Max brought burgers for dinner so.

In this entire ass office of books for these supposed psychiatrists and they just happen to have a book by Jennifer.

ding dong sylvia is dead.

this episode has the first, last and only time Jennifer threatens to withhold sex as a way to control Jonathan. It's also one of the very few times they bicker, which was never a good look for them. The only other time was at the end of season five when the powers that be wanted one of them to cheat on the other, those absolute FUCKERS.

"You're thinking that if you kiss me I'll get all mushy."

"OK, what the hell. Let's stay. So we'll die together. Max will probably bury us."

JONATHAN. WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE RIGHT AWAY OR I SWEAR TO GO I'M BECOMING A NUN.

An entire scene of Jennifer and Jonathan "fighting" while flirting with each other.

award winning acting work by Jennifer, who can actually cry on cue.

i want ya'll to know that this is the first of many times that Jennifer is hypnotized on this show. she's getting drowsy...very drowsy. i'm p sure jonathan is only hypnotized once.

I have seen this episode a LOT but I do not remember why jonathan is putting masking tape under his jacket. wtf is that. he also put a wad of cash in the glove box. i told you i don't pay attention to plot.

Jennifer under hypnosis is talking about how much she loves jonathan and they have that love theme playing under it. So sad that we never hear it again.

oh. he's putting the tape on the glass to cut the window and get into the office. derp.

jonathan is using a stethoscope to get into a safe-locked door. that's almost as brilliant as dr mike using an apple corer for Brian's brain surgery.

these bad guys have this whole hypnotism set-up to get their marks to drive over the cliff by the flashing yellow lights. Meaning they've done this more than once and nobody got suspicious? Everyone is just like "guess people like to die there" and went on with their business?

this entire fight scene with the amazon warrior in purple and jennifer is all "hey stop messing around and get in the car we gotta GO."

they're at a poker game in the middle east. there are camels.

this DOG though. i love him.

at the end they're detouring into Africa about a sabotaged diamond mine, hinting that they purposely get involved in their cases. Fortunately for all of us, they end up just stumbling on them most of the time which is way more fun. and insane.

anyway, as per usual the episode ends with making out. a fine tradition.

the end.

Important unimportant detail: Jonathan Hart Towers is also the location of the office of Remington Steele. So I firmly believe that at some point Jennifer wrote a piece about Laura Holt and her firm, specifically years later when she can spill the tea about Remington Steele not even existing and that she had to make him up to get work.

Important unimportant detail #2: my mom's friends used to jokingly call her jennifer hart in the 80s. they were not wrong.

it tickles me beyond all that is holy.

#hart to hart #jennifer hart #jonathan hart #watch with me #stefanie powers #rj wagner #80s tv #nostalgic tv #life ruiners the original recipe

[itsclydebitches]

Is it bad that I feel Penny’s 2nd permanent death has cheapened the stakes to me to such an extent I don’t care if the character’s life are in danger or even ended? Unless they die in a particularly gruesome manner…I don’t care. Penny’s death was cheap, tasteless, and I think sucked all the stakes to me.

I've personally had a problem with RWBY's death stakes ever since Weiss' injury in the Haven fight. Making that an episode cliffhanger when we all knew RT would never commit to killing one of the main four, using that as the means of unlocking Jaune's semblance, and then, importantly, never following up on how Weiss deals with a near-death experience felt quite cheap to me. It was a moment where death/grievous injury was used only for the week long shock value (similar to Oscar's disappearance in Volume 6) and a means of furthering Jaune's abilities rather than Weiss' emotional growth (particularly egregious in a show where 99% of the cast already has their semblances unlocked. Revealing them in a dramatic, life-or-death situation was never an expectation). The fact that it was such a departure from how the story treated Yang in the past — committing to her injury and allowing her time to come to terms with it — just made it all the worse.

However, though this was one moment out of one volume that fans might be willing to overlook for a variety of reasons, Volumes 7-8 just failed so spectacularly and so often that yeah, death has no real meaning in this show anymore.

Let's tally things up:

Clover dies in large part to Qrow's stupidity. This is never acknowledged.

Qrow instead swears vengeance against Ironwood. They never meet again.

Whether everyone agrees or not, this entire situation came too close to queerbaiting for some fans.

Clover's corpse/the environment is badly animated, leading to confusion about whether he actually died.

Oscar is shot off of Atlas in a move that would have been a killing blow if not for Ozpin's unexpected magic. He never works through this and likewise never even explains things to the rest of the group, adding to the secrets issue.

The councilman is randomly shot by Ironwood, signaling his fast-track towards villainy.

The Ace Ops and, more importantly, Winter all witness this, yet it has no impact on them remaining loyal until leaving him serves the plot.

Ironwood tearing the flesh off his arm to save everyone from Watts is treated as evidence of his lack of humanity and the prosthetic he gets carries is designed to highlight how Evil he is now.

Fria dies which has little emotional weight because we knew nothing about her. She was quite literally only a vessel for the powers and was treated as such by the story.

The Hound, introduced as an incredibly formidable foe, is done in by a badly developed power and a falling suit of armor. There's no interest in who that faunus was, only what this implies for Summer.

Hazel death is confusing af. He couldn't have burned to death that fast. Oscar's cane shouldn't have hurt him based on what else we see. Where's the body? All of this follows a split-second "redemption."

Vine sacrifices himself and no one cares because we knew nothing about him. Also it's kind of weird to frame his heroic suicide as, you know, heroic after a volume of telling Penny she can't do the same. It's just weird mixed messaging.

Rhodes was killed incredibly fast by his kid student and although I care a little about him, the general consensus is that this was a girlboss moment because flawed men trying to help are the worst, right? Far worse than a villain we established in Episode One.

Watts presumably burns to death off screen.

Ironwood presumably drowns off screen.

Jacques is blown up without any of his family knowing about it. He's blown up because Winter just... left Ironwood's gun-gun by the cell?

The community is still debating whether Maria and Pietro are alive. Was Amity still falling? Was there any way off? Why don't any of the characters worry about them, one of whom is Pietro's daughter?

Yang "dies" after a single hit and only Blake gets to react to that.

The rest of the group (plus Jaune) quickly follow, to the surprise of no one.

Penny is resurrected with little fanfare, is stripped of her cyborg nature, gears up to take on Cinder with Weiss and Jaune, is instantly taken out, and then convinces the healer of the group to kill her.

The Altas arc has so much death and grievous injury — clearly trying to be the next Volume 3 — and yet none of it has an (enjoyable) impact on me. Sometimes that's because RT is killing off side characters they never bothered to develop. Sometimes it's because the writing is so confusing idek if the character is dead. Sometimes it's because the circumstances induce anger rather than grief. Penny's second death definitely caused a reaction, but not the one RT was going for. I was frustrated with how badly constructed this suicide was, disappointed in how the circumstances leading up to this erased so much that's wonderful about Penny's character, and yeah, disgusted that we were right back to that Volume 5 Weiss scenario: here's the graphic death/almost death of one of the girls to forward his story. Only this time, instead of just getting a cauterized spear to the gut, RT thought assisted-suicide via sword was the way to go.

Penny's original death was heart wrenching. Pyrrha's was tragic due to how avoidable it was. Roman's was shocking and perfect for setting the new stakes. We didn't know if Ozpin survived, but back then that was the point — a mystery to reveal next volume — not because the scene was badly constructed, or the writing seemingly just forgot that characters existed. And again, flawed as it was in some respects, we got a story of Yang losing an arm and coming to terms with that. Now, we get the story of a man losing his arm and that makes him lose his intelligence and conscience too, I guess.

I'm trying to think of a post-Volume 3 death that hit home and I'm coming up short. But deaths like Sienna or Tock, while carrying their own problems, didn't really hint at the over-arching problem with character deaths the story now has. With the comparative wealth of fatalities we got in Volumes 7-8, I was finally able to step back and go, "Wow. Right...none of that did anything for me." And yeah, as one of the most shocking deaths, as a second death, and as one of the oldest and most beloved side characters, Penny encapsulates that best of all.

#rwby #rwde #mymetas #salting the blog tonight lol

[honestsycrets]

Mine, Mine, Mine | [ Ivar x Reader, Domestic Fluffs ]

❛ pairing | King!Ivar x Queen!Reader

❛ genre | drabble

❛ summary | it’s hard work, appeasing everyone. after he comes home from raid, he just has one question.

❛  warnings | needy, moody, sassy reader, jealousy (reader), he’s just trying to keep up, mention of raid and kidnapping and all that entails.

❛  sy’s notes | hello, hello. after a bit of a health scare and some high-level school stress, i’m back. request from @whenimaunicorn for hand-holding under the table except this reader wasn’t nearly as sweet as i thought she would be and ended up being a moody bitch. 😂

 Crowds filter into his great hall. They want his gold, to hear of his stories, his speeches that will be sung from the lips of a hundred skalds one day—another busy day at the crown of Kattegat’s throne. You move to the chair where you oversaw the depths of Kattegat’s problems while he was away, a timely revolt, and the outlaws you dragged into the sea.  

He smells of sweat and sea salt. He’s left you waiting out at the shore for his flag so long. Then finally, he’s home. The men after glittering pounds of gold, sprawled across the table in front of the throne. The glittering gold on the table has dwindled down to nothing but scraps of bracelets. The women-- oh, you know how they stare, longing that one cherished kiss at the end of his speeches.

It was yours tonight. Like it always should be. You trace the place his lips were, revel in his lasting kiss, and feel his eye settle on you. For just one moment in the lasting moment of this hideously long day, it was okay. Your cheeks fill with a youthful warmth, embarrassed by his eye on your pursed lips. Your hand drops, swirling around the head of a seat his mother sat on once too.

“What is it?”

It’s almost routine, the way his calloused fingers trail over your knuckles. He gingerly caresses the top of your fingers, slipping between the spaces of your knuckles, grazing over and over again until he finds the confidence to hold your hand.

“Did you miss them?” he asks.

For a moment, you stare out at the swirling bodies—a blend of muddy hues, vibrant heads of blonde and ruddy brown. You don’t answer at first, looking down at your empty plate.

“Miss what?”

As if you hadn’t just been staring at the place he kissed.

Ivar brings his horn to your lips. It tastes better when he’s home as if nature knows when to sweeten the honey and freshen the mead. He must have been in a hurry to return home-- if he came in the depths of spring rather than raid away the summer. Perhaps it is because he had been gone more than a year. Only the word of messengers alerted you that his raid in Sweden with Bjorn had gone as well as it could with two stubborn Ragnarssons side by side.

“My kisses. What else? You stare so longingly at your hand every time I come back.” he prompts without much success. The raid was longer than it should have been, you know he knows that. More than time, though, you’ve gone without the warmth of his body strewn in yours in bed. His hand feels clammy. 

“My sweet,” he says again. “Don’t ignore me.”

There’s a pretty privilege in seeing him duck his head down rather than stare directly at you, as he so often did to the men that served under him. Or above him when King Harald and Hvitserk were alive. He bobs his head in recognition that your mind was made up; you’d make him suffer, and he would sleep on one of the beds bound up by chains in the great hall. Just as he reaches for his crutch, you squeeze his sweaty hand.

“What did you bring me home from the raid?” you redirect his attention, reaching for the remnants of gold—bracelets of solid yellow gold, earrings with filigree, gentle and refined. You snatch an earring and bounce it in your palm.

“A sword.” Your Ivar chuckles. Warm, low, as if you needed anything else to warm your belly.

“A sword, he says.” He raises his hand to reach over the table toward the sword in question. You snatch his hand where it was suspended in the air. When everyone else brought home wives or thralls? Did he think you were stupid?

“Yes-- a sword. Is that so unbelievable?”

“It must be a tremendously beautiful sword to be picked among all the things in Al-Andalus.” you hum in the softest of husks. He knows the purpose; it’s a dance between you and him, a moment of love. You release his hands to loiter over him, trailing your fingers past his long fingerlike braids that tumble down his back. “Hvitserk told you all about the Mediterranean. Are the women there pretty?”

“Not particularly,” he lies.

You shoot him a wan look.

“Are you lying?”

A terrible laugh surges free from his throat. The women had to be pretty. The women there with russet or ivory skin, eyes as dark as night, or as warm as the wood that fortified your home with him. Some flirt behind their silks, even with you! You like the outgoing ones. You’ve always loved a strong woman as one yourself.

“Yes. Of course, they are. Why would I sail my men so far for ugly women?” he laughs, and you whop his shoulder, easing back into your chair.

“And all you brought home was a sword.”

“I know my wife. If I was to bring home a sunkissed beauty--” Ivar scrunches his nose up, a wealth of wrinkles bunches at the broad ridge. “You would be jealous.”

“Why would I be jealous?”

You snatch his cup from his fingers and chug it down. All in one. He watches a dribble of the liquid dabble down your chin, catching it with his thick finger in one long stroke up your throat to your jaw. You drop the horn upon the table and turn your head toward him, drawing your lips over his lips. You’ve missed the taste of his plush lips, tickled with a bit of salt and booze, despite his growing smile.

“My love, you are always jealous.”

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#ivar x reader #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar/reader #ivar the boneless/reader #ivar x you #Ivar the Boneless imagines #vikings imagines #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

[chewiedon]

Those headcannons about the toxic (the diluc, kaeya and albedo ones) traits were so *chefs kiss(?))* can you do something for our boy Childe and Zhongli... pls 🥺🥺 tysm un advance I love the vibes of your blog and your genshin content

a/n;; UMMM TYSM OMFG that post blew up WAAAY more and faster than i had expected it to lol. tysm for your support~!

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TOXIC CHILDE AND ZHONGLI

tw// emotional manipulation

CHILDE

Childe is protective, like SCARY protective.

When he realizes you want to end the relationship he gets possessive, if you don’t want him… Well, too bad ig

His entire facade he puts on is completely broken, he becomes emotionally manipulative and will guilt trip you into doing anything, as long as it makes you stay with him.

Eventually, he would have to leave for work, but the fatui have eyes everywhere. If you tried to escape him he would know.

He will never trust you enough not to have spies on you, but he’d trust you to go outside. As long as it was with *him*

___

Blankets were wrapped around your form, but you still felt cold. Your body burned from the external heat, your skin sweating in an attempt to cool your body. You still felt cold, despite your efforts.

“Hey cutie~!”

Childe’s voice bounced off the walls of your shared room, shared cage. Seeing your pathetic state, he stood over you. This was a consistent drill between you two, the day he would come home you would force yourself to become sick. Therefore, he couldn’t touch you in fear of getting sick himself. Childe couldn’t risk that.

He could only stay during certain intervals of times, usually only a day or maybe two days. He could only pat your body covered by sheets and comforters. A bitter emotion made its way to his brain, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and he didn’t understand why you were so mad.

“I’m sorry for all of the trouble I cause you, but I can’t begin to understand why you hate me so much.” he said, looking at the ceiling, “You’re being awfully troublesome with the way you’re acting… If you keep this up I might have to take some time off work…” That was the last thing you needed, with panic you uncovered yourself.

“No!”

The smile on his face mocked you, “Really? Well then… I guess you should get better then.”

ZHONGLI

A gentleman, most of the time…

I feel as if he interrupts you a lot, usually by accident. You’ll be in the middle of speaking and when you pause to take a breath he’ll have a comment or something to add.

When you accidentally cut him off in a conversation he’ll scold you, but if you ever point out that he does it then he’ll go through this entire lecture with you about how he DOESN’T do that.

Usually it’s nothing important, but when arguments or disagreements surface he becomes really bad about it.

I also feel as if he’s stubborn about a lot of topics, especially politics and trends. He takes most news with a grain of salt, but when it comes to common and everyday trends and cultural trends he’s fired up.

Not to mention his promises are always empty. like his wallet

Everyone’s favorite boomer, he’s nice about it most of the time.

___

“Then we--”

“Darling, do you think we could go by Wangmin Restaurant tonight? They’re having a happy hour at 6pm.” Zhongli’s smooth voice tempered over yours.

You sighed, “I don’t mind…” your mood partially ruined, a frown distorting your features.

The low table the two of you sat at had teacups on the top of it, filled with a green tinted liquid. He leaned over, the smell of jasmine tea radiating from his mouth, “What’s wrong? I can pay this time, I promise…”

“Whatever…” you mumbled.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #childe genshin impact #childe x reader #tartagila #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #angst #x reader #gender nuetral reader #reader insert #anime x reader #im going to do all my early requests now I promise

[mojwisungie]

hc | bro-like relationship

req (from: anon) ➥ : Hii💖 I'm new to your blog and I really fell in love with the way you write!💓So I thought I could perhaps make a request for a headcanon with Jisung?😊Maybe something about having a very bro-like relationship (like fist bumping every 5 seconds and calling each other bro all the time )so everyone things you aren't a couple and maybe the Dreamies reaction to realising you're actually together🤔 It's okay if you don't want to, though!

☄︎ summary: being best friends to lovers with telling his other members the latter causes confusion  ╮(￣ω￣;)╭   ☄︎ with: park jisung ☄︎ lou.note: i got carried away im sorry,,, i just know jisung wont bother telling his hyungs unless they ask you both about it lol KASDJAD enjoy reading! ❤

oh park jisung

your best friend ever since, now your boyfriend

it hasnt been long since you two have been together

and since you two have been close even before the relationship, your bestfriend dynamics didnt change

he still roughly messes up your hair and uses your head as an arm rest

you still hide in little corners and spaces just to scare him around their dorms

all the while calling each other dude or bro

you both still provoke each other while playing games

and fist bump whenever you both agree on something or when you guys win against other dreamies

not to mention,, you also have this elaborate handshake you only do when you guys won against renjun and chenle

BUT .. since you two ARE in a relationship, you have been more openly affectionate with each other

holding hands is a must for him if ever you two are just sitting on the couch

he has done this before, so you roll your eyes at him as you take his hand in yours bc it’s just his little scheme to make it seem like its you who wanted to hold his hand

if you dont hold his hand after a minute of lounging around, he would annoyingly sigh and say “ah it’s so cold y/n... /sighs again/ my hand feels so cold”

when you do, jisung goes “if you wanted to hold my hands, you shouldve just said so!! (°ｏ°)” what a dork

anyways, i think the dreamies would be torn into two groups regarding your relationship with jisung

team lovers are: haechan, jeno, chenle

team besties are: mark, jaemin, renjun

dont get it wrong, they’ll be happy with either

but theyve seen the different things you and jisung have done for the past few months

from trying to destroy the other while playing just dance to being too close for comfort during movie nights

and they all try to justify themselves 🤠 

jisung and you are the reason why chenle keeps complaining he’s single . bc you guys are sooo enjoying your time together crushing him and renjun at games

and renjun thinks you guys are bestfriends bc you were teammates, so why wouldnt you work side by side ?? right??

jaemin and jeno ate lunch with the two of you once

and the way jisung was wiling to give you his ice cream ??? even though you have your own ??? really told jeno a lot

tbh mark and haechan just picked sides lol and i (personally) think mark sees the two of you as friends only bc you guys are young well, younger than him

jaemin says its just jisung being the gentleman they raised (˘︶˘)

haechan sees all the skinship even though its subtle and is petty that mark (and some of the others) doesnt believe him

it all comes down to you joining a dinner with all of them

when you walk in wearing one of jisung’s sweaters, its a mini battle in their gc because

haechan: she’s wearing HIS sweater and he didnt even pick her up tonight to be able to give it to her

jaemin: maybe ?? jisung gave it to y/n months ago ????

chenle: oh please 🙄 i was with jisung when he bought that last week

they only stop texting when they hear you tell jisung, “dude, can you pass the salt”

which he replies to with, “sure thing, aegiya,”

THEYRE ALL SO SHOCKED ??? HOLD ON ??? JISUNG CALLED Y/N BABY ???

cue in chenle’s adorable laugh 

and to  f i n a l l y  clear things out, haechan goes and ask

“So Jisung and Y/n, are you together now?”

your mans casually says “uhm yeah? for about 7 months now” 😌

jeno smiles at his unspoken victory and congratulates the two of you

mark seconds it, renjun, chenle, and haechan follow

and after the shock,,,, jaemin does so too

for the rest of the night, theyre in awe at how you two treat each other so well ?? bc now that theyre aware you guys are in a relationship, its even better

there are thousands of words in the entire world

but they cant find the right one to describe how glad they are because

jisung is yours, and youre his ♡( • ᴗ • )♡

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[purrincess-chat]

Lol, so the breakup happening this episode is kind of embarrassing for me. A friend of mine on the inside told me months ago that the rival ships were breaking up this season, but they didn’t say when. I sincerely thought we’d have to suffer through most of this season, and even though there were teasings of a breakup in the trailers, I honestly thought it was a red-herring. I feel like I got caught with my pants down with this whole breakup party, but ya know, we can still do our best. 

That being said, I thought I’d give my two cents on the situation at large that has erupted from this episode. I’ve pulled way back from this fandom, so most of what I’ve seen has been from friends relaying what’s going on or the couple times I’ve peeked in the tag today. And I mean, if you’re a blue stan, I’m not gonna tell you not to be mad because even I thought they’d have more episodes as a couple. In fact, I was specifically dreading it. Me and a couple other blue stan skeptic friends have been talking all week like, “Nah, they’re not really gonna breakup. It’d be funny, but nahhh, they’re not gonna breakup” So imagine my surprise when I woke up at 6am and open my notifications to find messages from my friends being like YOOOOOO. 

I know I said previously that I wasn’t going to watch s4 until the very end, but what I really meant was, “I’m not watching s4 until the blue ship sinks.” Mostly because I thought it would be mid-season at least. Now that it sunk in episode 1, I don’t really know what to do now. I was kind of looking forward to just working on my fic backlog. Which, like, I’ll still do that, but wow. Here we are. Episode 1. 

I know the purpose of this breakup bash is to drink the blue stan tears, and I am still going to do that, but damn. The writers really did that. Do I think it’s hilarious? Naturally. Am I surprised? Honestly, not as much as I thought I’d be? I mean, the writing of this show is absolute dogshit. I know I haven’t said that in a while because I just started ignoring all of the flaws in canon and taking the tiny nuggets I enjoyed like a raccoon, but it really is awful. Am I still gonna watch until the very end? You bet your sweet ass I’m gonna see my children get together and thrive. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since s1. But deep down in my heart of hearts, I will always believe that the writing of this show could have been astronomically better. I know it’s not all the writer’s fault. I know some of it is executive meddling. But even that only accounts for so much. 

I find it rather interesting that a lot more people have been ‘oh boohoo poor blue boy’ when like? The fucking protagonist had no choice? She has so much on her plate, she doesn’t have the energy to devote to a relationship right now. That was the point of the episode. And the people on the opposite end of the spectrum going, “buhh, she can’t have anything nice” are also missing a huge point too. Neither side really has her best interest at heart, you’re all just salty shippers who are mad your ship didn’t sail like you wanted. And tbh? I’m glad it didn’t, and not just because I’m not a fan of the blue ship. 

She has a lot on her plate right now. In earlier seasons her stans were practically begging for her to become the Guardian, and guess what? That job comes with responsibility. Her identity is even more crucial now because if she gets discovered, so does the box! Canon finally gave her something not tied to a boy, and now her so called stans are mad that canon isn’t tying her to a boy?? That she is getting something for herself? 

“Buhh, but she doesn’t have anyone to lean on now-”

Bitch, she can buy some Kleenex! She wouldn’t have been able to lean on him, and yall know it. That was the whole point of this episode. Her identity and double life are something she would have to keep from him at all costs! And as we can see, she wasn’t able to manage her double life AND a relationship. She would have been a shit girlfriend, and it wouldn’t have been her fault. What’s more important? The fate of the world? Or her getting to bang a dude? You guys just want her to have a yes man who does anything she says, and she doesn’t need it. That’s not empowering. It’s selfish. 

I, for one, am happy that they decided not to stick her in a relationship right now. She needs time to herself. Time to figure out her new position. Time to figure out who she is without being attached to a boy. If I see one more of her “stans” crying about how she has to suffer, I’m going to scream. She doesn’t need a boy. Honestly, them not sticking her with the blue one is the first female empowering thing this show has done in a long ass time. Because she doesn’t need a boy to save her and wipe her tears and give her booboo kisses. At the end of the day, you people upset by that aren’t her stans anymore. You’re stans of the ship. If it was really about her happiness, you’d accept that the relationship wasn’t it right now and be happy that maybe now she can focus on herself. A whole season of her running around with the kwamis and figuring out who she is and what she wants now with her new responsibilities? Um, yes, please?? Because idk if you’ve realized, but she said she can’t have a boyfriend at the end. That includes the one you all hate too. 

Ugh, this fandom is so exhausting. Every day I’m reminded of why I stay out of it now. Why I just post my shit here and mind my business. After tonight’s party, I will do my damndest not to ever mention the blue ship or the blue one on this blog again. I’m going to forget it exists. Tonight is my blue salt swan song, I guess you could say. Tomorrow, I’m not even going to know who he is. So enjoy my memes. 

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[buckysmischief]

running in the dark - 1

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,291

Warning(s): language, angst from the start but ends on a good note

AN: It you haven’t seen x men first class and/ or don’t know who Alex Summers is & need a face for the character, just google Lucas Till. & if anyone wants to be tagged, there’s 23 spots.

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Your attention wasn’t fully on Alex and he could tell, “Where’s your head at?”

“You,” you lied, “and this game.”

“You hate baseball, Yn. Don’t lie.” Alex Summers was a blonde hair blue eyes masterpiece who was sculpted by the gods, too bad their temper wore off on him.

In the hopes of avoiding a public argument, you thought telling the truth would be the safest bet, “My anxiety is just really high, Wanda and Pietro kinda dropped a bomb on me before I left the house and I haven’t processed it. Remember my old neighbor that I was close to, but we fell out of touch? He’s coming back apparently.” For a moment you thought he had dropped it, but no, he’s been wanting to start a fight since you made him late to the game.

“So you’re telling me that you’re thinking of another guy and the irrelevance of his life to yours in the middle of a date that I paid for?” He always knew how to play the victim, and any other night you would have fallen for it, but not tonight. So you ignored him. “Well I’m gonna go, have fun finding a way home.”

You didn’t have to find one, Wanda was always on standby for situations like this - which was reason number four she didn’t like him. The fact that it happened more than once wasn’t information you wanted to share, but after a long session with your therapist you knew that it wouldn’t do well to keep that information to yourself. If Bucky was here it would have been him, which was something else she wanted to talk about but your time would always run out around that point.

The drive to the house from the stadium was short and quiet, but the moment the smell of the ocean began to fill your senses you felt yourself becoming more grounded. Living at the beach was the one condition you had when Wanda suggested you get a place together, which is why she had four houses picked out before she even asked you.

You just wanted to go sit on the roof and watch the waves crash into the sand, but if Pietro’s car parked in the driveway meant anything it was that the three of you were in for one hell of a night.

“Hey there, doll.” Correction, the four of you. “Long time no see.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Anger was never an emotion you felt for Bucky before he left, but over time it became the only one you could remember.

Bucky knew you wouldn’t be exactly thrilled to see him, not after cutting all communication, but he didn’t expect that. He expected awkward silence, shifty eye contact, even you going off on him. If he knew you were this mad, pretending not to know him mad, he would have gone about this totally different. “Let’s walk the beach, the moon’s just bright enough to light the way.”

“No.” You wanted to run to him and give him a hug that would make up for the eight years of silence, but when you looked at the man who was standing in your living room… he was a stranger. This Bucky’s hair was shorter and he stood taller, you could spot a few tattoos on his arms and another creeping up the side of his neck, he even had facial hair. If so much had changed on the outside, you weren’t ready to find out how much had changed on the inside, not yet. “You’re a stranger, could be a murder for all I know. Or worse, someone who just up and leaves. Already had that happen once tonight, wouldn’t wanna risk it a second time.”

You ignored everyone and walked up to your room and had every intention of going to bed, but the voices coming from downstairs were too distracting - especially since you couldn’t make out what they were saying. It didn’t help that you longed to have your toes in the sand ever since Bucky mentioned that walk. The last thing you were going to do was show your face downstairs though, so your bedroom window was the only way out.

Once you were safely on solid ground and you could taste the salt in the air it was like you could breathe again. In the last six hours your entire world had turned upside down, again. It always seemed like one thing after another but the last six alone have been a complete joke. Sure, lashing out probably wasn’t the best move but what else were you supposed to do? Pretend everything was okay? Not a chance.

“You know, after all these years it’s comforting to know this is still your happy place.” You didn’t hear him coming, but you figured he’d show up eventually.

“So you’re not a stranger.” he started to smile, figuring you were finally over it and ready to talk, but that wasn’t the case. “You’re a stalker.”

“Can you just drop the attitude for five minutes and look at me? You can be mad at me all you want after that. If you can’t give me five minutes then I’ll leave, but when you’re ready I’ll be at Pietro’s.” He stood behind you for a few more minutes, neither of you speaking a word, before deciding to walk away. Your feet were moving before your brain could even register what was happening, and when Bucky turned around with arms wide open because he knew no matter what you’d never let him walk away from you, you ran even faster.

The two of you just sat in silence for a while, but eventually Bucky’s curiosity got the better of him, “So, who is Alex?”

“Alex Summers, he was a grade ahead of us.”

“You’re dating that asshole?”

“How surprised are you really?” Truth be told, he wasn’t. Of course he hoped that at some point over the years you would stop dating losers and find someone who treated you right, for many years he hoped that guy would be him, but sadly he knew neither of those things would happen.

“You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, Yn, that’s it.” He meant it. Even if that person was someone else, he meant it. Bucky had tried moving on from you by dating a couple different women but they could never compare to you, especially Natasha. She was so jealous of his friendship with you, even the idea of you, that she had somehow manipulated her way into alienating you from his life. It was something he couldn’t undo, but something he was determined to make right.

“So what about you?” wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible, you asked the first thing that came to mind, “How was the Army?”

“It was fine. Got to travel a bit but I mostly stayed in Texas. How have things been here?”

“They’ve been great.” The lie came out easy, it always did. “Do you wanna head back in? I’m starving.”

He pulled you up from your spot in the sand and as he was carrying you back to the house you realized you weren’t mad at him anymore. You had a glimpse of hope that maybe this was the first step in things finally going back to normal since he left.

“So,” he spoke softly, “we’re good?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we were never not good.” acting as if you didn’t treat him as a stranger only hours ago.

“I was hoping you grew out of being a brat.” Everyone knew that would never happen.

“Me? A brat? Sergeant Barnes, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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[freefallingup13]

New Toy

hoo boy I was supposed to write some fluff and itched too much to write this instead here we go again

I might make a whump blog just for this fic lol idk

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Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon. This piece in particular, though, only has dehumanization, whipping, dubcon kissing,  blood (and lots of it), Whumpee is a girl  and the Whumper is called “Master”. Please let me know if I need to add more tags, this one is pretty brutal!

She flinched with every new cry that pierced the air, resisting the urge to cover her ears. Master was okay with her looking away - he was never okay with her not listening.

“Please!” the girl was screaming. “Please, stop, please, I’ll bleed out, I won’t- AAH!”

The crack of a whip cut her off. The sound filled the room, deafening Toni. She’d tried some nights to ignore it, to pretend she was anywhere else, but Master always found some way to pull her attention back. Always.

Jaren’s chest heaved as another scream ripped through the air, blood flecking against the wall. He lowered his whip, tilting his head to admire the sight in front of him.

A girl was chained there, her back riddled with wounds. His doing. He loved the way her blood dripped down over her skin, how he was getting closer and closer to painting her back entirely red. She was hanging limply from the shackles on the wall, barely strong enough to grip the chains. He had her kneeling, just as a bit of a challenge, make her a smaller target. Not that it mattered.

“Please, please,” the girl was begging. Music to his ears. “Please, I’ll bleed out, please-”

“Oh, you could stand to lose a lot more before I’m done with you, baby,” Jaren chuckled, tossing the whip aside. It fell to the ground with an almost wet slap - he’d gone and dug his fingers into her wounds several times, smeared her own blood against her back, peppered her shoulders with kisses. He revelled in it. “Trust me, you’ll last a while.”

The girl fell into wordless sobs, falling limp and letting go of the chains. Good. All she could do was hope for death, now that he had a hold of her. He wondered how long he could take with this one before he was finally done with her.

“Hey, Pup!” He suddenly turned around, facing his bed, tucked into the corner of the L-shaped room. The small shape in his bed flinched before sitting up, trembling as she met his gaze. “You better be listening to all of this.”

Toni nodded vigorously. “Y-Yes, Master,” she said, just before making the mistake of looking at the girl on the wall. He could hear her breath catch in her throat, saw her throat clench. She carefully lowered herself back down into the blankets, curling her tail around herself once more.

“Good,” he laughed, grabbing the bucket of salt on the table next to him. He cast it over the girl, who screamed with renewed pain, just as she’d gotten used to the marks. “Good girl, Puppy.”

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This one was surprisingly strong, despite her protests. He suspected she had some sort of supernatural blood running in her veins, to be able to bleed so, so much and still cry so hard. He had the guards take her away, having taken his fill of blood already. They dragged her along the floor - she was unable to walk, from the way he’d cut the skin of her legs. When the door slammed, everything felt so stiflingly quiet. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, and he knew his Puppy would be even more overwhelmed by the smell. 

Perfect.

He never bothered to clean off. He took a second to look over his arms, admiring the way the lifeblood on his skin glinted in the moonlight from the window. Satisfied, he started sauntering to the bed.

“How was that tonight, Puppy?” he asked as he pulled one knee up to the mattress. A wicked smile showed off his fangs as she looked up at him like the scared dog she was, keeping her head low to avoid punishment. 

It wasn’t often he got to see her like this, but it was his favorite part of getting a new toy. He loved the look in her eyes when she saw him, arms, torso, chin, covered in blood. Loved the way she shrank away from him when he crawled onto the bed, trying to press against the blankets for comfort. He loved the way she stiffened up when he crawled on top of her, holding himself over her with his hands and knees. Blood on the sheets was so common to him at this point - he wondered if she was used to it, yet.

He grinned as he saw the tears rimming her eyes. Definitely not. 

His bloodied hands weaved through her hair as he leaned down, kissing her jaw. “Come on, Puppy,” he whispered. “I love it when you cry.”

She could feel it on his lips, how warm the blood was, how it felt so thick and sticky on her skin. Whimpering, she squirmed to pull her arms up to her chest, shutting her eyes tightly.

“Good.” He sighed happily, taking a long, slow lick up the side of her face to taste the tear on her cheek. “Good girl,” he muttered as he moved to her neck, beginning to kiss her there. “That’s a good girl.”

Toni could only keep her eyes shut, keep herself covered until he moved her arms and legs away. There was nothing else she could do.

She would never say it to him out loud, but she always hated when he brought home a new toy.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 6 part 1 of 3

It was 8:17pm on a brisk fall evening. You waited on the curb in front of Daveed’s apartment waiting for your car home to pull up, trying to re-live and recall every moment and feeling you just experienced. Wanting to hold on to it forever, you opened up the Notes app on your phone to write down all of the details of your first hookup. Your lips hurt from kissing him so much. You felt the tingling of your skin from the way his scruff rubbed up against you. It was slightly uncomfortable but you didn’t want it to go away. The redness on your chest almost looked like an allergic reaction from the intense contact, but you viewed it as your own little secret.

Post-sex, Daveed treated you so lovingly. He nurtured you, made sure you were okay, and sat talking to you about everything under the sun as if you two were on a dinner date. You tossed and turned in on his comfy white sheets recalling old childhood memories, how the two of you got into show business, and your experiences with theater so far. You told him about graduating from (your dream school) and how you had no idea you’d ever in a million years get there. This didn’t feel like a normal hookup. You didn’t feel pressured to leave and he even offered for you to stay. Humbly, you knew you had to go home to review the material so you had all day Sunday to dedicate to perfecting the choreography before the principals saw you dance for the first time.

How could that afternoon/evening ever be topped?

You hopped in the uber to head back to Washington Heights and threw in your AirPod Pros. You decided to turn the volume way up and blast Body and Blood by clipping. while replaying how he fucked you head first into the abyss. It threw you into a euphoria you didn’t realize could exist. The thought of his breath on your neck brought you to the edge. You were so hungry for more.

Once you reached your destination, you crashed into your apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. From the party, to the hungover morning, to the afternoon activities… you were ready to rest. Your legs began to pulse in soreness, a mix from rehearsals and Daveed. You caught yourself smiling every time his name crossed your mind. This wasn’t good.

The last thing you wanted was for him to interfere with your work.

You ran yourself a nice, warm bath filled with epsom salt and threw in the cutest Lush bath bomb for the extra pizazz. You took a quick little boomerang of you throwing it in the tub for fun and uploaded it to your Instagram Story. The smell of lavender and French vanilla filled the room, instantly relaxing you.

You lit your Diptyque BAIES candle you got as a present last year for the first time. You were always nervous to light it since it was so expensive. But hey, tonight was the night. You were celebrating quite the occasion. You stepped in. The temperature was perfect. Although your hamstrings and calves ached with even the slightest movement, you felt completely at peace. (Of course numbing out the fact that you’ve admitted for having feelings, REAL feelings, for your celebrity crush).

As you splashed through the bubbles, you began slightly marking the Yorktown choreography in the back of your head. You were having trouble with spacing, especially on the gun passing part between you and Cedric before the final battle section. You couldn’t even fathom making one mistake in front of Lin.

*DING*

Diggs

9:38pm You’re taking a bath… without me??

Your smile instantly grew from cheek to cheek. You desperately wanted to run back to his place.

(Y/N)

9:40pm Gotta rest these legs... you basically shot down the bullet

If that’s even possible lol

Diggs

9:41pm Was worth it

I have more ammo where that came from tho 😏

I’m hella tired. Boutta pass tf out

(Y/N)

You “loved” “I have more ammo where that came from 😏”

9:45pm I don’t have much energy left myself

You can show me that ammo Monday 😉

Diggs

9:49pm You want it, you got it.

Goodnight, love

You essentially splashed out of the tub with giddiness. So much for relaxation. The fucking man of your dreams was on a texting basis with you? And making bullet jokes? That were SEXUAL?! This was your literal dream.

You got out of the tub, put lotion all over your body, and tucked yourself under your cozy pink ruffly comforter. You couldn’t be more excited for rehearsals Monday.

You didn’t wanna seem over zealous, so you just “loved” his last response. He called you LOVE. You just imagined your younger self fantasizing about something of this sort years ago. How cool that this opportunity showed up in your life?

Whatever or whoever was making this happen was your hero. This was the experience you’ve been waiting for your entire life.

You shut your eyes smiling. Beaming cheek to cheek. Your phone was away. Your anxiety and depression were no where to be found. Ex-boyfriend who?! This was your moment. You were finally here.

This would be the best you’d sleep since birth.

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[missnxthingg]

what about having a scary movie marathon with the boys (tom, haz, harry, sam, tuwaine) and getting a little too touchy with haz? and maybe the guys start teasing like the divs they are lol ily 💖

Missnxthingg’s Birthday Sleepover Party

Halloween Prompts

Pairing - Harrison Osterfield x Reader 

Word Count - 1.5K

A/N: Soooo, I got a little carried away and turned this into a one-shot (probably). I was bored and I loooooved your request. So thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

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"So, what are you guys doing for Halloween?" You were having a nice evening with the boys at the pub, and thinking that maybe you could do that again soon.

"Horror movie marathon!" Harry cheered. "Starts at sunset and goes all the way to sunrise."

"It's our little tradition." Sam added. “We dress up in Halloween themed pajamas or a comfortable costume.”

"Harry picks the movies and we all watch it together." Tuwaine explained a little bit more.  “Then we sleep for the rest of November 1st because we’re tired.”

"You should come this year." Tom asked and all the boys nodded in agreement.

You really wanted to say yes. Ever since you became a part of their little group, you were comfortable and you wanted to spend some more time with them. Plus, you had a massive crush on Harrison and even though he always gives you the signal that he likes you too, you've never even kissed once.

And you really wanted to spend some time with him, because you always longed for those small moments together. But you hated scary because you were terrified of them. Although, you would never admit it to anyone.

"Oh, thank you for the offer but I don't wanna be a burden."

"Come on, it will be fun." Harrison nudged your side and smiled softly. "I would love to have you there." 

All the boys smirked with your little interaction, which made you blush a little and lower your sight to your drink. You took a big gulp before replying:

"Okay, sure. It will be nice."

But if you were being honest, everything was building your nerves up since that night at the pub. Not only the fact that you were going to watch horror movies, but also the fact that you would be spending the whole night at Harrison's house. It didn't matter if a whole bunch of other people would tag along, it still felt intimate.

So you put up your best Halloween themed outfit when you dressed up with your skeleton pajama jumpsuit. You did want to feel comfortable, but you also wanted to look cool. And that was a good way to do that. When the sun was starting to set, you drove to the boy’s place and found the driveway decorated with carved pumpkins and tombstones. The boys really put some effort into the decoration.

You knocked on the door and Harrison opened it up dressed as Freddy Krueger, but with sweatpants. He was holding a bowl of candy and a weird smile on his face, which softened when he saw who it was. He thought it would be just some kids from the neighbourhood asking for candy, but it was actually you - the girl he was in love with.

“Trick or treat!” You said with an exciting smile on your face.

“Hey, (Y/N). Happy Halloween.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Please, come in!”

You were the last to arrive. Well, to be fair, Tom, Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine lived in that house and Sam lived just a little further down the road, so it was only fair that they arrived early. But Sam’s girlfriend was already wrapped around him as they chose the best position to cuddle into the movie, and all the boys were already groaning because the girls they invited said they would not be coming.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just start this thing.” Harry shrugged as he pressed play on the movie.

“Uhm, sorry. They are a bit boring today.” Harrison whispered since A Nightmare Before Christmas was already playing on the TV. “There’s no place left on the big couch, but I guess we can squeeze in the two-seat couch.”

“It’s okay for me.”

“Come on, I got us a pumpkin blanket.”

Spending time with Harrison was awesome, and this was probably the closest you’ve ever been to the boy. He made sure to share a blanket with you as you watched the first movie. He shared his popcorn and even invited you to give some candy to the kids that were knocking on the door. By now, the movie night was going pretty well because the movie wasn’t scary at all.

But the next movie on the list was The Ring and you were terrified of it. You tried to hide it from everyone, but eventually, you would wince and jump scared of what you were watching. Once you even hide your face on Harrison’s shoulder after a little scream.

“Hey, are you okay?” He whispered and you shook your head, still not looking at the TV. “Oh, you’re scared.”

“A little.” You groaned and felt the boy wrap his arms around you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” You felt comfortable and safe with him, so you melted into his hug. 

“Harrison is showing off as a protective boyfriend, y’all.” Harry teased and the boys all laugh.

“What a tough boy.” Tuwaine tease. “I want a hug too, Hazzy. I’m scared.”

“Come on, just kiss already.” Tom teased and all the boys agreed.

“Hey, fuck off! She’s scared.” Harrison pressed her a little tighter on his chest and threw daggers with his eyes at the boys.

For the rest of the night, you were secured with him. The other movies weren’t so scaring with him holding you. When you were feeling afraid, you would grip on his hand tightly and he would distract you. And it was actually very comfortable. On the third movie, he spent the whole thing petting your hair and listening to some other jokes from the boys. And on the fourth movie, you lied your head on his shoulder and played with his hand.

By the time it was 4 am, you were starting to get a little sleepy. The boys were still hyped with Monster House -  lighter movie after a few very scary movies - but you were definitely fancying some sleep. Also, you were a little cold, so you sneaked off to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.

“Come on, Harrison. Go kiss her!” Tom whispered once you were off and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Just leave us alone.”

“Haz, she’s so into you. The way she looks at you…” Tuwaine said and a small smile cracked on the blonde’s face.

“And you’ve been holding each other all night.” Sam finished.

“Just go ask her to stay the night with you.” Harry finished. Harrison suddenly had a wave of confidence hitting his body and he smiled widely.

“I’ll go after her.” He whispered and the boys silently cheered.

He found you in the kitchen, pouring hot tea in a cup. You smiled warmly to see him and made sure to pour another one for him because you knew he was a sucker for tea and wouldn’t deny some. He silently thanked for the tea and sat next to you.

“Thank you for making my night a little better, Haz.” You nudged him. “I’m very scared of horror movies and I’m thankful to have someone to help me feel a little better.”

“It’s nothing. I’ll always make you feel safe if I can.” He smiled warmly back. “Uhm, I like you, (Y/N). I like you a lot. And tonight’s been pretty amazing.”

“I like you too, Hazzy. A lot.” He put a stray of your hair behind your ear and licked his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You smiled before feeling his lips against yours.

The kiss brought a little sweetness to this scary Halloween night. You were tired, but you were willing to stay awake until the sunrise just kissing him. It didn’t last long, but it was a perfect first kiss, and you felt like it wasn’t going to be the last of the night.

“Are you tired?” He asked, very close to your lips.

“A little, but… I don’t wanna go to sleep right now.”

“We can watch the rest of Monster House cuddled up on the couch and ditch them after the movie.” He suggested. “I really would love if you spent the night. I-If that’s not too much for you.”

“Of course! I would love to cuddle and watch the rest of the movie. And I’ll actually accept staying over because there’s no way I’m sleeping alone in my apartment after The Ring.” You laughed once again and kissed one more time before going back to the living room.

The boys all cheered loudly when they saw you two come back to the living room together and holding hands. You didn’t care, deciding to only sit on Harrison’s lap and rest your head on his chest. He left many kisses across your face, and even stole some from your lips. You did steal some back and you were enjoying it a lot. The boys did tease you a little more, but you didn’t care because you had each other.

And that was definitely the best night of sleep you had in your life. Harrison made you feel safe and feel loved, so you weren’t scared at all. He would always be there to hold you whenever you need it. He is your safe haven.

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Rapsblüte no Yoru (Princess Tutu epilogue skit) and my thoughts

Or: Why a bitch is still salty after 9 years

So, as previously mentioned on this blog, there was a skit presented at a Princess Tutu convention in 2004 by series creator Ikuko Itoh and chief director Junichi Sato called “Rapsblüte no Yoru.” It takes place about a year after the anime’s ending and serves to wrap up some loose ends about the characters and their feelings - particularly Ahiru and Mytho.

So I’ve talked about it before, but now more time has passed, so I thought I’d let the raging monster out of its slumber to REALLY address the epilogue and my own uncensored thoughts and feelings about it. Half of this ended up reading like a rant, really, but I just had to get it all out there. 

Here is the skit, as recited by Japanese blogger Goma and translated by LiveJournal user csakuras, along with my reactions and thoughts, which are indicated by the blockquotes.

"Quaack.." Ahiru seems to be swimming on the river during a night with a beautiful moon It's been a while since then, and every day I'm happy. It's fun talking with my bird friends, and Madam Pelican is a little noisy, but...it's fun. And besides......whenever I look up, Fakir is always there.

So Ahiru has returned to life as a bird and has settled in well. Good for her.

Ahiru: "I've come all the way to Gold Crown Academy....somehow I feel like dancing." Saying that, Ahiru climbs onto the bank and is surprised to find the whole surface covered with rape blossoms. Ahiru: "Gwak!!" Autor: "Oh? What's this?" It seems he stepped on Ahiru.. Ahiru: "Gwakgwak!!" Ahiru protests. Autor: "Oh it's you, Ahiru-kun...isn't Fakir with you?" Autor backs away as Ahiru tries to talk to him. Autor: "Sorry, but could you not get so close? I'll start sneezing from my bird allergies." (The mystery of his dislike of birds is solved.) Ahiru: "Charon-san and Raetsel-san had a child so Fakir went to the celebration."

The idea of this seems to negate all of Raetsel’s development, but okay then.

Autor: "I see....by the way, did you come to see the Night of Rapsblüte too?" Ahiru: "Rap..Rapsblüte?" Ahiru asks curiously. Ahiru: "Rapsblüte are rape blossoms, right?" Here, Autor goes Hnph! with his nose as if making fun of her. Autor: "The Night of Rapsblüte is when once every 50 years, all the rape blossoms bloom simultaneously on a night of the full moon. According to what I've researched in the library, in the records of a student from 50 years ago, there is an eye-witness account." Ahiru heaves a sigh (lol) Autor: "And tonight, the weather, the date, everything matches with the past data!" Autor is full of confidence. "Besides that, you're in the music department so maybe you should be studying piano instead..." Ahiru mutters. Autor: "Did you say something?" Ahiru: "Huh? Autor can understand me." Hnph, he laughs at her with his nose again. Autor: "Anything can happen tonight and it wouldn't be strange." Ahiru: "The moon is so pretty..." (Here, a man wearing a mask of the moon appears from behind..it's a great hit in the assembly) Autor: "What's that? An onion?" Ahiru: "!!" Uzura: "Ho~ Ahiru zura~" *Tototon* (her drum) Ahiru: "Uzura-chan!!" Ahiru: "Uzura-chan! Where were you?" Uzura: "I've been wandering the interval of time with the old man zura."

WHAT does that even mean?! What is the interval of time?! Considering Uzura’s previous life as Edel, it’s surprising that Uzura chooses to stick with Drosselmeyer. He’s the one who put her Ahiru and Fakir through so much trouble, after all. Then again, Uzura is a child and probably has no memory or idea of the role Drosselmeyer played and the evil things he did. Uzura also isn’t human, so maybe human morals don’t bother her as much.

Ahiru: "By the old man do you mean Drosselmyer-san? Then where's Drosselmyer-san?" "Drosselmyer?!!" <--(Autor's switch is on) Uzura: "The old man is busy with updating the site zura, sorry he's so irresponsible zura." (Here, Director Satou is rolling with laughter.) Autor: "Why didn't you bring him with you?!" Clearly, his Drosselmyer otaku switch is on lol

I hate you, Autor. I try not to but I do.

Uzura: "One more is coming zura." Autor: "One more?" Mytho: ".......Tutu." Ahiru: "Mytho!!" (I can never forget Ahiru's sad voice here)

Ah, and here it is. The agony.

You know, I could possibly stomach the whole damn ending of the show if the epilogue doesn’t go on to make it entirely clear how heartbroken Ahiru still is. I mean, if Ahiru is actually happy, there’s nothing more you can want for her. But this here kind of ruins it. Like, why?! How am I supposed to be content with her situation when she’s sad at the mere sight of Mytho?!

Mytho: "It's been a while...." Uzura: "He was dancing on the balcony so I brought him zura." (....At your own pace as usual, Prince.) Autor: "Prince Siegfried from the story!! Myu...Mytho-san." (He sounds as emotional as if he were meeting Drosselmyer.) Mytho: "Are you Fakir's friend...?" Autor: "I'm Autor!" Mytho: "You were the one who helped Fakir? Thank you..." (How does he know..)

How DOES he know? Well, there was a tiny time skip between the defeat of the Raven and Mytho and Rue’s departure to the story. Perhaps things were explained a little during then.

Autor: "No! It was an honor." (only dimly remember) Mytho: "If I remember correctly, during our ballet lessons you were asked by Neko-sensei to accompany us on piano." Autor: "Yes, I was asked to accompany you on piano by Neko-sensei 11 times, and I passed by you with Neko-sensei in the hall 27 times." (Jeez, Autor's in high spirits (lol)) Mytho: "Fakir sometimes sees cows and alligators flying in the sky, so I'm worried. Could you take care of Fakir?"

 Mytho seems to naturally be a little bit of an airhead. It’s funny to see that qualities of him that we saw in the anime can be attributed not to his lack of a heart and common sense, but just to how his personality really is. Cute.

Autor: "Yes!! Mytho-san, please leave him to me." (He's been left to him without having a say, Fakir's in a pinch (lol)) Ahiru: "Mytho? How is Rue-chan?" Mytho: "Rue is doing well." Mytho: "It seems Rue is good at singing too and she's a popular princess among the people." Autor: "Rue-san?"

So Rue is a true lady of the arts, not good only at dancing but at singing too. Interesting that she’s so popular, considering that she honestly doesn’t seem to be the most sociable person. Polite, but not going out of her way to be friendly. Perhaps her time in the story with Mytho has defrosted her even more. What is the new Rue like, I wonder?

Uzura: "Mytho is rabu-rabu with Rue zura~" Autor: "Could you be quiet for a while..." His voice is lacking energy and sounds like he might cry (He knows they're rivals in love..is that okay?)

WHY is Autor so torn up over Rue still?! He never even really spent time with her. Foolish kids, I tell you. She was hardly more than a pretty face to him.

Ahiru: "Thank goodness... Mytho. "The Concluding Volume of The Prince and the Raven" got published. It's not a story without an end anymore." Ahiru: "And also, soon Fakir's going to dance an all-male version of La Sylphide with Matthew Bourne-sensei's choreography!"

Soooo this part is confusing. The concluding volume… So The Prince and the Raven was a story published in installments? The show made it look like it was just a single novel. Unless they mean that they simply published an official ending… But if the story was given an ending, wouldn’t that affect the storybook world? And who wrote the ending and got it published, Fakir? A couple of questions that remain here.

Mytho: "Fakir....I always feel like I'm connected with Fakir..the more my country becomes peaceful, I can feel him close by." (It's...mostly dim recollection. Just the nuance of it.)

Yeah, don’t act like you didn’t just up and leave him AND Ahiru once your business was finished, Mytho. Anyways, skipping the salt, does this mean that Fakir’s conclusion to the novel made things more peaceful in the story world? That’s what it sounds like to me.

Actually, isn’t it kind of scary that Fakir can still wield influence over Mytho’s world? What if he got pissed off at him? yikes

Ahiru: "Mytho...." "You should meet Fakir! He's coming back tomorrow..so then.." Mytho: "I can't..I can only come here because the interval of time is connected tonight..see, the moon is already sinking this much." (The man playing the moon sinks down (lol) The assembly bursts into laughter again) "I see..."

WHAT is with this ‘interval of time’ nonsense again! Someone explain it to me!

Also, fuck Fakir, apparently.

Mytho: "Princess Tutu.....thanks to you, I can be like this. Thank you." Ahiru: "I wanted to see you smile, so my wish is already granted." (only dimly remember)

 AND THERE IT FINALLY IS!!!

“Thank you, Tutu, for risking your life to save mine and restore my happiness and holding your tongue about your feelings for me so I could do nothing for you in return and leave hours later.”

No, I’m not salty. Anyways, the abrupt ending to the show without much dialogue was due to time constraints, not necessarily a true display of Mytho’s character, which I guess this epilogue was partly written to fix. It does seem pretty heartless when you watch the anime, though.

Mytho: "Princess Tutu, I wanted to be with you longer. I wanted to talk with you like this longer....to me, you are the light....because you are someone very special..." (?? Mytho/Ahiru?)

See, this is why I just can’t do it. Like, Mytho, are you fucking kidding?! You leave her alone as a duck and now you want to sweet-talk her?!

But actually, all bitterness aside, this is really sad. They obviously care for each other, but because of circumstances and plot, never once did they have the time to really just… talk.

And he still sees her as the light. I saw some people kind of making fun of this, but of COURSE he does. There was a considerable period of time when she was the only person vouching for him, keeping him safe, acting as his voice… and ultimately saving him in every way. He can only be a real person again because of her, and she never faltered in her mission. That’s INCREDIBLE. Of course he would hold her in high regard.

Mytho: "But, I have to protect Rue. Rue needs me...." (I'm sorry, it's completely out of memory...because I was so overwhelmed..(lol) I should take my reeling in moderation)

And here’s the dagger. After talking about how highly he thinks of Ahiru/Tutu… he backtracks by saying Rue needs him.

And you know why this is REALLY fucking sad? He doesn’t say that “But, I really enjoy being with Rue” or “But, I love Rue.”

He says he has to PROTECT Rue. Rue NEEDS him.

I don’t think I need to dive too deep into the implications of his wording to spell out why this is upsetting, but I’ll sum it up quick. Instead of saying he likes being with Rue, he says Rue needs me. That’s the first thing that comes to mind.

And if it means what I think it means, that’s just fucking harsh. That’s not fair for Rue. That’s not fair for Ahiru. That’s not fair for Mytho.

I mean, we all know the prince has a savior-complex, but the implication that he chose Rue because he feels a sense of duty to protect her instead of romantic affection is kind of… tragic. That’s not a happy ending at all, really. Does Rue have any idea?

I think this is why I have an issue with Ruetho, because no matter what you can’t escape the fact that Mytho will always view her through the lens of what she suffered. It’s just in his personality as a heroic, selfless prince. Doesn’t Rue deserve someone who sees her as… more than someone to protect?

Whatever, can’t be changed now.

Mytho: "Tutu...you have done so much for me, but I couldn't do anything for you." "Is there something I can do for you, Tutu?"

WHAT on Earth could he possibly expect to be able to do for her?! I mean, short of turning her human again, but I’m guessing that’s out of the scope of his abilities. Don’t be so bait-y.

Ahiru: "......Mytho! I.........." "No, nevermind..." (Ahiru sounds incredibly sad)

AUGHHHHHHHH

What was she going to say? You know what, probably doesn’t matter anyway. We know what she wants… she can’t have it, though.

Mytho: "It's almost time..." "See you again....Tutu...." (Jeez..I don't remember any of it) Ahiru: "Can we meet again?" Mytho: "Surely we will meet again..." Mytho (or is it Yanagi-san? lol): "We can meet again, when Sakurai-kun is here." (The assembly explodes with laughter)

NOOOOOOOO

No no no

No, do NOT meet again. This is just asking for trouble. Ahiru clearly isn’t over Mytho, and Mytho… clearly does not have his priorities straightened out. If they keep meeting like this…

Well, as the anime shows, it wouldn’t be the first time they put themselves through the wringer for love. Mytho recites something in German. "Waaao!!" <--(Uzura)

What did he say? I’m curious.

Here, Mytho says his never-ending feelings for Tutu (if someone remembers this part please tell me~) And at the end, Mytho: ".......Ahiru."

 ……..Yeahhh, probably not a good idea to meet again.

Like, I get that this epilogue is to ‘tie up loose ends’ including the torched remnants of Mythiru that were dropped so abruptly at the end, but...

Why, oh why, Mytho, did you choose Rue if you’re still hung up on Tutu?

Additionally, we see that Mytho DOES now know that Tutu is Ahiru. That’s bittersweet too, but in more of a good way. He finally knows that the little passionate goofball was the princess all along. I wonder who told him, or how he found out. Did he just figure it out on his own? Like, the duck that was once Princess Tutu must be Ahiru because Ahiru = duck? Maybe Uzura told him? I doubt Fakir would’ve, simply because once she was back to being a duck again permanently, there was really no reason to tell Mytho. Couldn’t much matter anymore, right?

Ahiru: "I get the feeling I heard Mytho's voice at the end." I am a duck....I can't wear toe shoes, I can't dance.. (I'm sorry, I don't remember) But inside my chest there is a sparkling gem that will never be broken. The end.

And that’s it.

Sooo a lot of conflicted feelings coming at me from this, if you couldn’t tell. I guess first is the question of whether or not this could be considered canon.

Honestly? I think so. Both Ikuko Itoh and Junichi Sato, the people behind Princess Tutu, worked on this and presented it. They even had some of the Japanese VAs present to act it out. Additionally, as I’d mentioned previously, it addresses some questions that were left open due to the somewhat rushed ending of the anime’s finale. And nothing presented in this skit goes against the show’s canon or really comes out of left field (aside Charon and Raetsel man tf). It’s short and sweet.

Moving on, the first time I read this I was really happy, simply because it makes it clear that YES, Mytho does return Ahiru’s feelings. Which I guess was clear in the anime too, but this skit makes it undeniable. It’s nice to feel validated.

But as time goes on and I’ve had the chance to chew over and really digest it… It’s kind of a really crappy situation for our heroine and hero. Like, so they are in love, and they want to continue seeing each other… but Mytho is SUPPOSED to be spoken for with Rue, and Ahiru is a duck. Not to mention that Ahiru is Rue’s FRIEND. C’mon girl, chicks before dicks. Of course, they could still interact platonically, but the confession from Mytho in this skit kind of shot that possibility dead. And what about Fakir in this mess? Granted, Fakir isn’t stupid – he’s known that Ahiru loves Mytho from the beginning, and it’s not exactly like he can be in a relationship with a duck. But still.

Maybe I’m just looking too far into things, but with a piece this short and direct, I don’t know how deep you can really dive.

Anyways, my final thoughts are: Mythiru is canon but in the most tragic way possible, Rue deserves better, annnnnnd I’m still left unsatisfied.

#princess tutu #pt #tutu #ahiru #mythiru #mythotutu #rant

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Hey! I absolutely love your blog and your work. Idk if you take request but idk who to ask lol. Would you be open to writing something about how Villanelle learnt to cook? If you can make it sappy and with Eve in it obv, even better!

This is so nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god. anyway i absolutely take requests, and this was lovely to write. hopefully it’s in the realm of what you wanted? It’s on ao3 too (link’s in my pinned post) hope you like it!!

           Villanelle had a sorted history with food. As a young child it was only a resource, something she needed to survive and never had enough of. She still remembered digging through the kitchen when her mother wasn’t home, desperately looking for anything she might not notice disappearing. It was something to be guarded, occasionally stolen, never shared. She hated food, hated her reliance on it, the way it controlled her. She’d spent plenty of nights unable to sleep for the gnawing pain in her stomach. She couldn’t do much with food then, at most she’d been able to heat things that needed it and pour salt on it to cover the taste. She never cooked anything, not really. She had fleeting memories of watching her father cook, but they were blurred, made her feel a mixture of sadness and comfort she mostly avoided. Between her mother and the orphanage, she spent most of her time trying to ignore her way she dizzied when she stood, her body demanding food she couldn’t provide.

In prison she worried less about where her food came from, sure, but she hated it just as much. Food kept her alive, and it always tasted like shit. She wasn’t fighting for enough food to live, but still would have rather not bothered with it at all. She was eventually assigned to the kitchen, which was better than scrubbing toilets, but peeling potatoes did very little to improve her opinion of food. It was a dirty kitchen where they made shitty food, and nothing ever changed. She peeled potatoes, then she cooked meat, then she mashed potatoes. She wasn’t allowed to cut anything, something about violent tendencies.

It wasn’t until much later that Villanelle learned to love food. When she got paid by the twelve for the first time, she went to the most expensive restaurant she could find and ordered the most expensive meal. She went to the cheapest place too, ordered food for a dollar and ate it. Food was a luxury she refused to deny herself, now. If she saw food she wanted, she’d buy it. More importantly, she taught herself to cook. She decided she wouldn’t rely on anyone else to provide food for her, she would fill her own stomach. She slept with a few chefs, dug through their things while they were asleep. She copied recipes, stole fancy tools they left lying around, found out what spices they used, ordered them from around the world.

She found independence in cooking, being able to make something solid for herself. She would spend free days picking out the most complicated recipes and perfecting them, hours just figuring out the perfect balance of spices. It staved off the overwhelming boredom she so often found herself drowning in, gave her something to focus on. Cooking created a moment where nothing else was happening in her own universe, she moved around the kitchen with frenzied grace, entirely wrapped in her movements.

The first time she cooked for someone else, she cooked for Konstantin, made him one of his favorite meals. He told her it was fine, but she didn’t miss the way he smiled as he ate, didn’t even try to reject her offer to send some home with him. (She saw him eat it in his car.) She cooked for him occasionally, after making him admit that her food was wonderful. She demanded places to stay with kitchens she could at least cook in a little everywhere she went, something to busy her mind while she waited for her next assignment.

The first time she cooked for Eve broke her open. Spaghetti, a nod to dreams from times past. As she dropped fresh pasta into the pot, she felt tears begin to form. She was overwhelmed by the sudden softness of it all, something she knew she didn’t deserve but was far too selfish to ever give away. Here was Eve, eagerly awaiting food she was cooking. Cooking was, in the end, a way to give yourself to someone, and she had never wanted so desperately to give someone all of herself.

“Villanelle? What’s wrong?” Eve was suddenly wrapped around her, dropping her chin onto Villanelle’s shoulder.

“Nothing. I do not think I deserve you, darling Eve, but I get to give you this spaghetti, and I want to give you everything. I want to give you all of me and all of the world. You deserve it.” It was a quiet confession, Eve was surprised she could even hear it, but she relished in it just the same.

“Maybe you don’t deserve me, maybe I don’t deserve you. I’m not sure I give a damn what we deserve, honestly. I love you, sweetheart, more than I ever thought I could love a person. So, if you don’t deserve me, that’s a problem for the universe. I want you, and hell if I’m going to let anything change that.”

Villanelle turned, pressing a gentle kiss against Eve’s lips. “You are my everything. Now find some plates, you’re going to make me overcook the pasta.” This time, a smack on the ass as Eve walked away.

“That was the best spaghetti I’ve ever eaten, babe.” Eve smiled, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s because I am the best, obviously.” Villanelle stood up, reaching her hand out for Eve to take. “Let’s dance, then, my love.”

“I can’t believe you tried to convince me you didn’t like to dance.”

“I had never danced with you; I did not realize how wonderful it could be.”

“Thank you for cooking tonight, I loved watching you make your way around the kitchen. You looked like you’d been cooking in there forever.”

“I hope I will be.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

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HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 4 summary/translation

anyway i guess you didn’t have to wait that long for chapter 4 but only because i couldn’t wait and had to keep reading. you can find the previous chapter here, or check my new translations page to read from the beginning. my translations masterpost is not rebloggable or mobile-friendly yet but i will update when i make one! otherwise, you can always just search the tag “summary” or “translation” on my blog or follow the links in my previous chapter posts to find the previous posts. 

previously, soma had just said that what he was refraining [re: verbal attacking] from was... 

naturally, he finishes his sentence outrageously:

soma: “i’m only refraining ..... in bed”

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) <-- btw, the mc reacts the same way

he whispers this to you so closely that his lips are basically touching your ears again. 

soma: “are you displeased?”

keep reading for irritated momose, soma being the best boyfriend ever, and him asking something of you that is so predictable of him...

side note: i know you are probably all sick of me gloating about how well i understand soma that i can predict his behaviour/know what to expect but i’m just so pleased to see all this teasing and manipulation in canon. anyway how dare he ask that with such a sweet smile on his face. he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

soma: “or is it better to refrain in the workplace after all?”

you say that you’d prefer that he doesn’t [use verbal attacks] in the workplace as well, but you’ll leave that up to his judgement. deliberately letting his breath fall on your ears, soma drew back with an innocent face. you lament that you really can’t win against soma. 

“by the way, shouldn’t you get going soon?” soma asks.

soma: “tsugaru-san’s loyal dog-kun is about to bare his fangs” (lmaooooo)

you panic that if you wait around any longer, you’ll get bitten. so you “ittekimasu” and soma replies “itterasshai” and you run off after momose. 

this is a new background!! 

you apologise for the wait and momose flashes you one of these:

momose hops into the waiting car and glares silently at you. you can’t see his fangs but it really seems like he’s gonna bite you! 

momose throws the case documents from tsugaru at you and tells you to hammer it into your head before you arrive at the site. you try to ask “site-?” but momose just tells you to read it to understand and then he steps on the accelerator. meanwhile i’m here lamenting the fact that we don’t have a momose driving sprite. i guess they are only reserved for real love interests ;~~;

you exclaim “isn’t it dangerous to start [the car] like that?” and momose says that they are late because of you. you apologise but plead with him to drive safely lmaooo this is so on brand. 

while in the car, you start reading the case files on the target. there’s a group that has been showing suspicious movement right as a summit in tokyo is approaching and one of the members is the target this time. you’re going to the apartment that’s supposed to be their hangout. 

momose doesn’t respond but no response means “yes”... 

you note that there are more than 10 [more than a dozen] targets coming in and out and then momose randomly says “today is friday”. it takes a moment but you suddenly see something in the wording of the case document. turns out that every friday there’s a chance of contact with the terrorist mastermind.

“in other words, today,” says momose. 

“we’ve got to hurry!” you exclaim and momose gives you that silent look again lol. you apologise, saying “who’s the one who’s been saying that...” since you were the one who kept him waiting.  

“but those eyes... they’re too scary...!”

in order to escape from his accusatory glare, you turn your eyes back to the case material. 

“momose-san doesn’t say a lot, so the pressure of his gaze is intense”

“in other words... a shisenzeme [”glare attack”] type?” 

you inadvertently returned your gaze [at momose] that had turned away. he asks “what” and you’re like “nothing!!” you scold yourself a little because you have a job to do today and you need to concentrate on your work. 

i’m just adding these backgrounds here bc i’ve never seen some of them before lol.

it’s late and you couldn’t get any results from today’s work so you return to headquarters at night. you leave the division at 9pm after doing paperwork. 

“i promised i would go to soma-san’s house tonight...!” (😏😏😏)

i’m gleeful about what’s to come but also worried bc it takes me like 5 mins per slide to translate all the euphemistic sex scenes. you send him a text saying “i’m leaving [work] now!” and rush out and - 

your phone chimes with a reply:

“thanks for your hard work*. i’m making paella and waiting for you.”

*otsukaresama = good job/thanks for your hard work/you’ve worked hard

i hope you’ve all realised by now that soma is the greatest boyfriend of all time i love him so much 🥰🥰🥰

clearly hlitf mc thinks the same thing:

“paella! i’m so happy!!”

soma’s immediate reply makes you smile. (same girl, same ;~~;) since soma’s paella is full of seafood, you decide to buy some delicious white wine. 

“you’re arrived so late,” soma says when you arrive at his. he opens the door, looking a little displeased. you apologise and say you bought wine. 

soma: “taking such a detour...”

you show him the wine but his expression doesn’t change. you wonder if he’s angry... you were working late and you wish you had come straight to his. he asks you if it’s a white [wine] from spain, and you say you think it would compliment his paella. he says it should. 

soma: “a wonderful selection” 

i’m so happy to be praised by him lol. you’re like “yokatta...!” (i’m glad). soma says it was worth the wait. it’s a little disagreeable when you arrived (not really sure if i translated this bit correctly) but he’s not criticising/reproaching you. 

“let’s go eat,” soma says, and you say yes!!

“mm~ soma-san’s paella is the most delicious after all”

soma: “i’m honoured to receive your compliment”

he jokingly bows his head, and you enjoy a late dinner together. he says that the wine you chose is also delicious. you agree, but you apologise for keeping him waiting. he asks you if things went well [at work] and you’re like “um...” and then he apologises for asking about things related to another team’s investigation. 

soma: “excuse me. i shouldn’t say anything about the contents of another team’s investigation.”

you think that you can’t talk about it even to soma, even though you got no results today. 

“but [seeing you] in that state...”

“no, it’s nothing.”

you think that just now, he definitely saw through you [that you got no results]. “is that so...” you say, and soma just continues to eat while smiling as if nothing happened. you’re glad he left it there today. usually he’ll push you a little more or tease you. soma-san is good at listening to team tsugaru’s movements/happenings.

soma: “if you [eat] too slowly, it’ll be too late to take a bath”

i had to include a screenshot here bc it’s my policy whenever soma talks about baths. i bet he’s gonna ask to go in together too lmao. 

you realise that’s why he didn’t ask you about this and that. you apologise that things are rushed just because you were late. 

soma: “ahh, sorry... i don’t mean to blame you”

you say that ah no, you don’t feel like he was blaming/criticising you! and he says “that’s good then”. 

soma: “it’s getting late, so it’ll be quicker if we go in together”

I KNEW IT I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DO THIS!!!!! i’m ALSKJFSLDSDS?!!!!J LKSJFLDK!??!???! fLSKDJLKJF!!!!! 

“soma-san grins flirtily while swirling his glass of white wine”

soma: “i got new bath salts, shall we enjoy it together?”

YESYE SLYEEYESYEYYEYESY

“could it be... i was skillfully manipulated!?”**

**it says “guided”, basically meaning he like led her into this. remember when i said mc’s entire relationship with soma was one big trap? this is what i mean lol!!

--

anyway, that’s the end of chapter 4! i can’t believe how quickly it went by (maybe my language skills are getting just a little better lol... or maybe i just don’t have to spend ages trying to figure out what parts of whose body are being touched in what manner in these everyday scenes lmao). i can’t BELIEVE WE GET SOMA WANTING TO BATHE TOGETHER AGAIN. i mean i can believe he because he wants to do it constantly but i’m like giddy with excitement seeing it again lmao. i love seeing overly legalistic hlitf mc as well (the fact that she was late but still nagged momose to not start the car so abruptly... sis........) and also how cute that soma made paella and waited for her a;lsjfdlsk supportive boyfriends are the best. 

i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you’re as excited as i am for the next chapter and hopefully the inevitable bathing together scene...   

i’m sure i could probably draw more traffic by updating that scandalous kazuomi story but i am selfish and i want to finish this story first bc i just can’t get enough of soma.

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

#shusuke soma #takeru momose #voltage smut #her love in the force #hlitf #otona love #otkoi #summary #translation #どうもこれは初夜どころの話じゃない #恋人は公安刑事 #颯馬周介 #voltage #voltage inc #voltage otome #otome game #otome blog #otome romance #love 365 #love 365 find your story

[daenerys-targaryen-moved]

you’re on the salt train tonight lmao i love it 😂😂

I’M SO SORRY!!! I don’t know what’s up with me these last few days. It’s just all hitting me again what exactly the message they sent was. How Daenerys’ entire story and character was simply created to defeat the enemies for the Starks then die so they can live happily ever after. How no matter what you do and accomplish in life, you’ll always turn out just like your parents. How it’s okay to back stab and betray others as long as you get what you want. How Daenerys should’ve stayed that scared, abused little girl who was raped over and over because then she wouldn’t have gained her power and killed all those people. How the finale promoted and encouraged domestic abuse between a man and a woman, luring her into a kiss, manipulating her because she feels she’s safe, then murdering her when her guard is down. How revolution is bad. How standing up for yourself is bad. How if you fight for what’s right (trying to abolish slavery, stopping the brutalization of innocent people, ect) you’re evil and bad because god forbid evil men die! How democracy and the idea of allowing people to choose their own leaders was literally sneered upon. How it supported the idea that women can’t get along and just have cat fights. How you should thank your abusers because they made you who you were. It’s just all too much for me and I’m going through my anti got tag on my old blog because I can LOL.

#leah has mail 🐉 #long post #me everyday: fuck game of thrones fuck d&d

[kari-izumi]

Jesus Christ, to everyone I ever told at Fandom Rants to not make a big deal about people wanting warning for slash and being way too mad because someone thought Batjokes was unrealistic and for every other garbage hot take I ever said, the error of my ways have truly been honed in tonight by the YouTube's comments of a video I replied to and I am so very, very, very sorry.

I get it

(I mean, I did well before now, but these takes about how no one cared about shows like Queer as Folks and how I'm "supposed to be mature" (read: smile and shut up) and not "be so angry about a kids' show" (which, in spite of the video topic, was not what set me off))

The comment I replied to went like this:

After the guy posted everal similar comments like this:

To which I reply to photo one:

In comes white knight #1:

My reply:

Strongly worded, yes, but no less than I received that time I shat on someone's fic for having "depression that comes outta nowhere"

In comes white knight #2 last week:

Okay, so it was this video, because every is always Voltron (and I may or may not have blasted the Bi Lance theory way earlier in that comment thread, whoops)

Anyway, another strongly worded reply:

And then both idiots show up:

Like, the entire unedited, uncensored thread was up for them to read to see he was a Trump fan, but no, let's take the piss at icky old women in their fandoms.

(Also lol at @ snot-nosed brat being something they need to pull out the smelling salts for)

I asked them both in my reply to fucking LOOK at the Trump joke this guy was making easier before he said that. Because antis have the reading comprehension of a potato, I don't expect much, but I just had to vent.

Ugh

(sorry, cuts never work on mobile for me. I honestly did try)

@antis-delete-your-blogs-pls-thx @just-antithings @fandom-is-for-pleasure @fandomsense @huntypastellance @grumpy-old-fandommom @theassholeantiarchive2-0 @legendary-discourse @anti-anti-a-la-bi-bi @freedom-of-fanfic @shipping-isnt-morality

#im done #fandom discourse #salt post #i just-- #if im the asshole ill gladly retract this #but fucking christ this started with a shitposting MAGA moron #the context couldnt BE more obvious

[mittensmorgul]

15.01 Back And To The Future rewatch notes

Note to anyone reading: I’ve already written a mishmosh of other posts addressing stuff in this episode, so this post is not a comprehensive list of every important or interesting thing in 15.01. This post is “things I haven’t otherwise talked about elsewhere yet” or “things I’ve been meaning to talk about in more detail but haven’t yet,” or “things I’d otherwise be compelled to write into the transcript doc in the other tab and really really shouldn’t.” Because that’s actually the purpose of this particular rewatch-- writing up the transcript. Which is happening in the other tab. :P

(i’m gonna go post the transcript now, so it should be up as soon as I get all the html un-screw-ified... >.>)

That said, let’s gooooo!

well, under a cut because long-ish >.>

I already talked about the song choice, and the fact it was the opening montage music in 9.10 (rip Lamp-- yes, this song has forever been the imaginary background music to Lamp/Other Lamp, sorry, the brain wants what the brain wants). It also reminded me of 11.04, the Night Moves scene, combined with Dean’s joke about how Piper brushed Sam off without giving him her number, and Dean replied “We got tonight, who needs tomorrow,”  where Sam asks Dean if everything is a Bob Seger song to him. Because, heh, here have another Bob Seger song summing up the end of the road here.

But I love how the lyrics MATCH UP with the action in this opening scene.

♪It's been a long time since you smiled♪ [zombies circle around TFW cutting off their chance of escape] Chuck: Story's over. Welcome to the End. [Cas kneels over Jack's body] ♪Seems like oh, so long ago♪ --NOW-- [in the graveyard, the scene picks up where 14.20 left off, and the music continues uninterrupted from the Road So Far montage. TFW battle a zombie horde, as we zoom out from Jack's burned out eyes and the fighting rages on] ♪And now the stage has all been set♪ ♪And the nights are growing cold♪ ♪Soon the winter will be here♪ ♪And there's no one warm to hold♪ ♪Now the lines have all been read♪ Cas: Sam! Dean! ♪And you knew them all by heart♪ ♪Now you move toward the door♪ [Cas picks up Jack's body and runs, leading the way out of the zombie fight. Sam and Dean follow, dodging monsters and graves] ♪Here it comes the hardest part♪ ♪Try the handle of the road♪ Sam [spotting potential refuge]: Dean, this way! ♪Feeling different, feeling strange♪ ♪This can never be arranged♪ ♪From the famous final scene♪

Then there’s the DRAMATIC ZOOM in on Dean that literally cuts Cas out of the shot as Dean reacts to his line that “Well, I wouldn’t starve.” Like that was the moment Dean began to literally shut Cas out, because he feels that line was Cas shutting HIM out. So instead of trying to deal with any of that because ZOMBIES TRYING TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR is a more immediate concern, he turns his back and goes on his little tirade about Chuck. Like he was reliving that moment he got to smash Chuck’s guitar and wishes he could do it again.

And then we meet Belphegor, who already has a rather hopping tag on my blog, so I’m gonna… just move on a bit from here…

I am in pain over this callback to Bloody Mary, with the teenage girls who seem far younger than the girls from the original. These girls are far more innocent. They didn’t call up bloody Mary, they have no guilt of having killed anyone on their souls. Bloody Mary just… showed up. And tortured and killed them.

But this parallel was twisted. In the original, the girls’ father apparently gave their mother an overdose of sleeping pills that led to her death. in the new version, one of the girls’ parents just got divorced and was compensating by going on a shopping spree and buying everything her daughter wanted. These girls were laughing, loving what that divorce brought them.

It’s sort of a more cheerful parallel to Dean and Cas’s fracturing relationship over their dead son’s body…Well, more cheerful until Bloody Mary kills them, anyway.

Sam learns there’s no sudden worldwide zombie outbreak, so the incident seems localized to that one graveyard.

And at this point I started a THIRD thing I’m working on at the same time, because two was apparently not enough. I think I’m gonna copy/paste that stuff here, instead. It’s about the Three Ghosts of this episode-- each parallelled directly to one of TFW. Bloody Mary was one, and in this episode she was Cas’s parallel. It’s her victims Cas will find-- two little girls who never deserved the fate Bloody Mary dished out to them. But Mary Worthington had been murdered herself, and her killer never caught. So she originally killed people who kept secrets about others’ deaths as a form of revenge against her own killer. In trying to protect others, she became a killer herself. And heck if that’s not painfully Cas… or something he feels he’s painfully failed to do, to protect the Winchesters from having to do horrific things. And he DID sell his own potential future happiness in exchange for Jack’s life, only to have just watched Jack die horrifically. His sacrifice, again, has amounted to nothing.

In this episode, she follows Cas from the house, through mirrors, and reappears in a dark pond to grab at the mother and child Sam had already saved from John Wayne Gacy (yeah, I’ll type that one up next, but let’s finish this first...). So there’s a being now watching Cas from the depths of a dark pool, waiting to reach up and grab him when he finally feels safe. Sounds like… the Shadow.

So on to Sam vs Clowns. Sam’s direct parallel is the ghost of John Wayne Gacy, in clown costume, that he formerly burned in 14.13. In an episode where he was about to come face to face with his own past in the form of John Winchester suddenly appearing in the bunker, torn from the past. It’s an episode where Sam and Dean find peace with who they’ve become, and lay a ghost of their past to rest.

With the Equalizer wound humming along, affecting Sam in mysterious ways we’ve only begun to glimpse, and Sam’s brief flash of himself with black eyes apparently hurting Dean, it’s hard NOT to think of the parallel that Clowns have always held for Sam-- Lucifer. Heck I’ve written about that recently, or at least it feels like I have… but at the end of this episode, Sam stops and looks Gacy in the face and tells him to shut up. Which is something Sam has ALSO said to Lucifer (or at least a hallucination of Lucifer). The infamous “HE SAID SHUT UP TO ME!” of Hallucifer in 7.15, which ended Sam’s ability to shut out the hallucination by squeezing the cut on his hand.

Now on to Dean’s parallel ghost: Constance Welch, aka the Woman in White from 1.01. A woman who was the first ghost of the entire series, who Sam literally drove into her house to “take her home,” where she had to face what she’d done to her own children. She’d killed her own children in a moment of grief after her husband cheated on her, and then killed herself.

Dean had been moments from killing Jack in 14.20, in a moment of grief, but didn’t. Yet he’s now having some serious issues with Cas throughout this episode and by the end, they’re “frosty.”

Belphegor, with Dean, looks for a human heart to use in their spell, and stumble across one of Constance’s victims. Belphegor rips out his heart and holds it up to Dean, when Constance appears. She recognizes Dean from 1.01, who made her go home, and attacks him. Then tries to attack Belphegor, and actually injures his hand.

But this is the ghost Dean is paired with. He drives her off, and Belphegor does the spell to contain the ghosts by putting the heart in a pile of salt.

Okay, now where was I in these notes… right… Town, where Sam and Dean play FBI, trying to stop a benzene pipeline leak. And wow, what a weird story, right? Sheriff was confused, but helped evacuate the townspeople to safety.

I think it’s interesting that this was intended to be another stopgap measure, like putting Jack in the box in 14.19, because they know this spell won’t hold forever, and they know they have no other reasonable way to fix the problem. But they can try to buy some time, and hope they’ll come up with a better solution before things go sideways.

Dean asks Cas to help Belphegor do the spell thing, but Cas refuses, and goes to work with Sam instead, leaving Dean to deal with the demon possessing Jack. Which leads to all sorts of interesting conversations between them… I think I’ve written and/or reblogged enough posts on the queer subtext… er… text even… of these scenes to just point out here that it exists, and is heavy.

Meanwhile Cas and Sam go house to house looking for people they need to evacuate, and encounter the above ^^ ghosts.

So Dean’s stuck with the demon fanboy who admires what Dean did in Hell, and Dean seems pretty uncomfortable about this, but it’s not like he has a choice, you know? Who else is gonna do this? Cas couldn’t, Sam’s already on the other gig, and that leaves Dean. So… instead of denying what he’d done, he brushed it off as “a long time ago.” And then actually asked what the situation in Hell was like. The answer Belphegor gave is… interesting.

Belphegor: You ever seen an ant hill when it's, like, set on fire? [lol no, according to Dean’s wtf face] Okay, well, there we were, minding our own business, you know, flaying people for eternity, like you do, right? And then every door in Hell just sprang open all at once. You know? Souls got out. Sky cracked. And, uh, boom, ta-da, you know?

So all the gates are open, including the Cage, but Michael’s apparently still just sitting there. Which is worrisome. But my question is, if all the gates are open, yet the entire planet isn’t flooding with demons and souls, ONLY through the direct portal into that graveyard, how can what Belphegor said be true? At least, theoretically… But that’s a question for another day, when we have more canon to understand.

So… Dean has to face Constance, who flings him into a dumpster. Which makes me lol think about 1.01 and Dean flinging himself off a bridge to get away from her, and ended up covered in mud.

Cas’s “It’s one ghost,” *two more ghosts appear* “It’s three.” reminded me of “I got this,” “I don’t got this.”

Sam accidentally shooting Cas because the ghost got between the two of them horrifyingly reminds me of 12.17 and Eileen accidentally shooting Mr. Top of his Class at Kendricks when Dagon deliberately came between the two of them. At least Cas is salt-proof, you know?

Belphegor calling out Bad Ghost! kinda reminds me of Dean’s “Here ghostie ghostie ghostie” from 4.13. But REALLY. A demon, who tortures souls for fun and profit, yet can’t do anything more than weakly scold a ghost like a misbehaving puppy? INTERESTING. Because it’s Dean that has to whack her with a metal rod, while Belphegor ends up with deep gouges in his hand that are clearly causing him pain.

Dean hurls the name Casper at Constance before he whacks her, which is also a callback to 1.01. It was Sam who called him out for shooting at her with regular bullets: “What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” Lol that he remembered that.

Sam pulled a “I’ll hold them off, I’ll hold them all off” hopeless move when he sent Cas away, like Cas once did in 4.22 when he sent Dean away to stop Sam… but Sam actually got out in one piece, even though his gun was empty.

Sam picks up the little girl and runs as fast as he can and only looks back once he’s outside and safe. Like “take your brother outside as fast as you can and don’t look back”

I already wrote about the callback of Dean distracting Sam from tending to his wound with the cut-off joke, reminding me of the scene in 4.09 of Sam doing something similar while fixing Dean’s dislocated shoulder.

And then we have the realization that they’ve never really had free will, just limited choices because of the circumstances Chuck put them in. Sam is unrealistically optimistic that it means that Chuck’s actually gone, now. But that’s the hope he’s holding on to in order to get through this horror.

So this… is what they’re setting up as the guidemap to the series finale. Specifically, Sam and Dean must finally earn their way free. The ghostpocalypse is just step one, and not the true end. There’s still Heaven and Hell to deal with (though Heaven is mostly empty of angels and Hell seems to be actively crumbling now). And Michael, whenever he gets around to walking out of the cage. I’m sure that will go great! Unhinged archangel on the loose! But those are all minor distractions compared with Chuck, because he hasn’t really gone anywhere.

And we still don’t know what Actual Jack, Billie, and the Shadow are up to in the Empty, in their secret meeting in a realm that Chuck has no power. And what about Amara? How does she feel about this now that she’s grown fond of creation? I think there’s a much bigger game afoot than just a ghostpocalypse.

Meanwhile, Sam’s quote here is still setting up the final scene of the series: When we win this, God's gone. Hm. There's no one to screw with us. There's no more maze. It's just us. And we're free.

That’s the goal.

#spn s15 spoilers #spn 15.01