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tryingtobeclassy · 4 years

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park seonghwa . . . night time rides : part I

part ii.

genre: Seonghwa x female!reader, a bit of San x reader as well, college au, roommate au

description: You always loved taking late night car rides with your friends. But before you know it, they turned into sessions of you whining and them enjoying the drama and trying to offer advice how to win over one of your roommate’s closest friends you were crushing on like an idiot.

word count: 5.2 k

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smoking

. . . . .

Night time rides were something else. Driving around through the dark streets with all the lights flickering around and throwing their warm colours onto their surroundings felt peaceful. It felt like wandering into a different dimension. Where time stops. Where things almost always feel weirdly nostalgic.

Night time rides usually feel like an escape from reality. Yet this time you were in the car not just to escape it but to reach a solution for a problem that has occurred in it.

“Sup, bitch”, your friend Luca greeted as he entered the car and made himself comfortable in the back seat since your other friend Zia already occupied the front spot.

“We have an issue”, you said the second he closed the car and started slowly drifting down the street.

“Obviously”, he commented. “If you pick us up just to drive around with you and maybe stop in a drive-thru in the middle of the night, it always means there’s an issue.”

“Did you embarrass yourself in front of the building receptionist again?” Zia asked half interested half just mindlessly staring outside.

“What? No!”

“Did Hongjoong mess up the laundry and you don’t know how to tell him it’s just not good?”

“No.”

“Did you overcook pasta?”

“What kind of problem even--No! Just listen!” They finally got silent. “It’s about Seonghwa”, you finally managed to say.

Zia immediately seemed a lot more interested in the whole conversation. “Oh! That dude you like?”

“Fuck yes! Tea time”, Luca exclaimed. “I want every last detail.”

. . . . .

earlier that night

It was quite late when you finally made it home. Thanks to a professor being sick you had to have an extra lecture to catch up on the whole curriculum and apparently there were no free classrooms except on a Friday evening. It wasn’t that exhausting if you were being honest but just very boring. And it felt like a waste of time that you could’ve spent doing something fun.

You opened the door to the apartment you shared with your friend Hongjoong hoping to finally get some peace and quiet, maybe watch a movie or something, just to have your dreams immediately crushed as you saw eight men hoarding the small living room.

“y/n, you’re back!” Hongjoong yelled excitedly.

All heads turned around to see you and a loud cheer of greetings filled the room as everyone tried to say hi at the same time.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you’d be having friends over”, you said to him, a subtle whine crawling inside of your voice.

“It was a spontaneous decision.”

“Right.”

“Wanna join?” Wooyoung asked cheerfully. “There’s plenty of drinks left.”

You stood in your spot for a second just sort of squinting at all of them as your brain was going through a bunch of thought processing. You weren’t too tired and despite hoping to have a chill night, some socialising didn’t seem too repulsive to you at that moment either. And you even knew all of the guys already since Hongjoong would often invite them over so extra energy for meeting new people wasn’t exactly required.

“Sure, why not?” you said as you threw your hands giving in to the temptation.

All of them seemed to be very satisfied with your decision as another loud cheer broke out through the room. You grabbed a beer from the kitchen and thanks to Yunho being a sweetheart and moving from the couch onto the floor, you got a decent spot as well.

“So what have you lads been up to?” you asked and took a few sips of your beer tho you weren’t sure if anyone heard you cause the conversation they were having was getting quite intense.

“We’re discussing if ninjas or pirates are better”, Yunho answered making you laugh for a second.

“And it’s getting this serious?” you asked, a huge grin on your face.

“y/n, can you pick a side?” San suddenly yelled. “We’re currently divided in half.”

“Obviously pirates”, you answered without taking another second to even think about it and it made half of the room dramatically gasp. “They literally have ships and cannons. The fuck do ninjas have?”

“Thank you. That’s exactly what I also said”, another voice got involved.

Your eyes automatically turned towards the owner of the voice and they were met with Seonghwa’s. It wasn’t the first time you noticed him that night, but it was the first time an interaction happened between you two and as always your heart decided to skip a beat or two as it always does when Seonghwa gives you only a small fraction of his attention. That’s all that was needed with him.

“Ninjas can be invisible”, Jongho protested through a pout snapping you back to reality.

“I thought this was based on logic”, Yeosang attacked his statement.

And the discussion kept going on. And on. It lasted way longer than you expected. Mingi got super heated at one point and was told to have a time out on the balcony which he barely accepted and was sulking like a small child the whole time. You lost them at the point when they were getting way too detailed about sword fighting - your thoughts just wandering around.

Soon enough your bottle of beer was empty and if you wanted to stay any longer you needed some more alcohol in your blood to endure the amount of bullshit that was being said. The kitchen felt so peaceful, contrasting heavily the mess happening on the other side of the wall. But you couldn’t decide if it was good or bad kind of peaceful.

“Hey”, a sudden voice crept on you out of nowhere making you jump in your spot and yank the fridge door so hard it almost resulted in some glass bottles stashed there breaking.

“Sorry, didn’t want to scare you.”

You turned around and was found face to face with Seonghwa who had a huge dumb smile on his face obviously very amused with how scared he got you and not really all that sorry.

“Do you like levitate an inch from the floor? How are you so quiet?”

He lightly laughed and made his way closer to the fridge and where you were standing.

“What do you want?” you asked opening the fridge again.

He got so close that his chest brushed slightly against your shoulder making you almost twitch at the contact. “I thought it was obvious”, he said with a tone that almost sounded playful but you weren’t sure if it’s just your ears making a fool of you. Still, it made your head suddenly shift towards him. He was standing so close that you could almost feel his body warmth just radiating out of him. Or maybe it was just your body getting hot cause he was. right. there. He never stepped inside of your personal space this much before and you weren’t sure how to react.

“So uh?”, you stuttered for a second. “Another beer?”

He stared at you for a second longer, an expression you couldn’t possibly read, before his lips stretched into a half smile and he moved a few steps back.

“Yes”, he said, this time way quieter. “Another beer.”

. . . . .

“Girl”, Luca yelled once you were done with the whole story of that night. “That’s why you got us out of our beds?”

“You’re driving after drinking?” Zia seemed to be concerned with different problems.

“Yes! That’s why I got you out”, you said as if it was the most obvious thing. “Like I’m so confused. What the hell was that?”

“He was drunk and stood a bit too close to you”, Zia said unamused. “I don’t wanna shit on your party, but I don’t think there’s much to it.”

“But you didn’t feel the tension at that moment.”

“You know I usually believe in vibes and stuff but I’ll have to agree with Zia on this one”, Luca added his own piece of mind. “Do we even know if he’s single or not?”

“We do. I asked Hongjoong once”, you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, so he knows you’re crushing like an idiot on one of his closest friends?” Zia said, sounding very amused.

“I mean, not really. I hope not. I once asked him if any of them are dating to which he got very suspicious asking me which one of them do I like.”

“Smart man”, Zia commented.

“What did you say to that?”

“I said don’t be an idiot, I’m just curious.”

“Can’t believe that passed”, Zia threw another comment.

“Anyway, I think you owe us some fried chicken as a sorry for getting us out at this time of the night”, Luca exclaimed. And that was the last of it.

At least for that night.

Around a week later the gang was back in the car as you said you wanted a chat and a late-night smoothie.

“So anyway”, you started casually trying to start the next topic as smoothly as you were sliding into the next turn. “Remember when we talked about Seonghwa last week?”

“Oh, so that’s why you called”, Zia said flatly.

“It better be good this time”, Luca muttered as he already gave you his whole attention. “I’m all ears, darling.”

. . . . .

the night before

You groaned in frustration as you were trying to figure out a part of the lecture that just wasn’t clicking. After staring at the text for a little longer you finally decided to take a proper break and go feed yourself hoping that would get you some energy that you were seriously lacking. You had to make your way through the living room to reach the kitchen where Hongjoong was hanging out with Seonghwa and Yeosang - drinking beer and just very loudly playing some video games. They didn’t really pay much attention to you as they were too immersed in the game and in a way you were thankful cause you weren’t exactly in your best looking addition.

You grabbed some cereal and soon enough you were seated over the textbook again. Cereal managed to give you enough strength for approximately half an hour before you completely gave up and got out of the room again.

“Yo, Hongjoong, did you see my cigarettes?” you yelled to the couch.

His face didn’t shift an inch but a long mmmmmm got out of his mouth making you know he at least heard the question but whether or not he registered its meaning was a whole other story.

“I think you left them on the balcony.”

You got on the balcony, leaving the loud crashes coming from the tv and excited yelling from the three guys in front of it behind you. Just as he said, the little pack of cancer sticks really was on the table. You always told yourself how you should probably quit it but in moments like these when you were feeling frustrated and rather stressed they offered a sort of comfort. Unhealthy yes. But that would be a future you problem.

The night was chilly but still relaxing. The cold even managed to put your mind a bit more at ease as you just sat there and stared into the tiny street lights scrambled all over the place.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and of course, who else could it be, then Seonghwa himself.

You greeted him back and watched as he wobbled to the chair next to you.

“You okay?” you asked through an amused smile.

“Might have drank one beer too many”, he admitted through an almost shy smile that immediately melted your entire heart.

You patted his shoulder. “It happens to the best of us.”

“So what are you doing here? Just chilling?”

You made a short break as you pulled a final smoke and put out the cigarette in a small ashtray on the table next to you.

“Giving my soul a rest for a bit I guess.”

You switched your attention from the ashtray to him. He was silent for a few seconds and you just sat there in dark and silence feeling like you could almost hear your heart beating in your chest. He was sitting quite comfortably, his right hand even laying lazily on the back of your chair, while his eyes sparkled in the night and glanced at you every now and then.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I feel like I should ask you that question”, you smiled and motioned over his short sleeved black shirt while you were snuggled up in a hoodie.

You heard him lightly laugh. “I’m fine.”

“Seriously?” you asked surprised, your energy suddenly raising, even jumping slightly in your seat. “But it’s like really cold.”

He suddenly got fired up just like you. “So you are cold!”

You stared blankly at him for a moment almost confused as to what he was trying to achieve before bursting into laughter. “Of course I am. How are you not cold?”

“Why don’t you go inside?”

“Who’s gonna keep your drunk ass company if I go?” you teased, not really sure where the confidence came from.

A soft smile formed on his lips but before he said anything, you grabbed your cigarette pack. “I’m kidding. I just wanna smoke one more”, you added.

“Want me to try and make you warmer?”

You snorted not really expecting much logic from a drunk person. “Sure, mate. If you can do it, that would be wonderful”, and just as you were putting a cigarette between your lips you felt an arm wrapping around your back and for a moment you didn’t feel cold as hotness rushed through your body and straight into your cheeks.

Your first reaction was to just shoot your head towards him and meet his face much closer to yours this time. You felt like time stopped for a second and as if you were the main role in a dramatic romance scene. You were glad it was dark cause you were sure as hell you looked like a tomato at that moment and you were just praying that your heart wasn’t pounding intensely enough to vibrate through your entire body.

“Did it work?” he asked and you would’ve sworn his lips stretched into more of a flirty smile.

“M-more or less”, you barely pushed the words out, the cigarette almost falling out of your mouth.

You tried to get a grip so you turned and finally light up the cigarette but you still felt like your heart’s gonna jump out especially when he lightly pulled you even closer into himself and rubbed your arm as people usually do when they’re cold.

“Very helpful, thanks”, you said trying to sound sarcastic and play it cool and not let him know that you were literally having a mental breakdown.

You wanted the cigarette to last an hour. Two hours. An eternity. You were warm and comfortable in Seonghwa’s arms and despite a simple arm making your entire mind malfunction, you wanted to stay like that as long as possible. But darn cigarettes don’t be lasting longer than a few minutes and you didn’t feel like being too obvious if you stay there for too long.

Once the cigarette burned out, you stood up, gave him another friendly pat on the shoulder. “Don’t freeze out here, idiot”, you smiled and left.

. . . . .

“You left?” Luca screamed at you once the story came to an end. “Girl, that was such a good opportunity!”

“I panicked. I thought I’d come off as too direct if I stayed.”

Luca opened his mouth to say something but words didn’t come out while Zia just very loudly slapped her forehead in slight frustration.

“How do you intend on getting anywhere if you constantly keep your distance?” she asked you.

“Well…” you tried to think of something smart but no thoughts were formed that would either be logical or satisfy Zia.

“Also why is he low key creepy when he’s drunk?” Luca interrupted.

“Because the author can’t write guys flirting if her life depended on it.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“What?” you glanced at him.

“You just said-“

“Forget it”, you made a dramatic sigh. “I don’t need you guys to tell me I’m a wreck every time I have any kind of interaction with him. I’m aware of that myself. I need advice. That’s why we’re in the car.”

“The therapy patrol”, Zia joked.

“Vroom vroom advice van”, Luca laughed.

“I’ll drop you both in the middle of the street.”

“Okay, fuck, relax.”

“I think if you had tried something, it would’ve been just fine”, Zia said looking like she’s finally trying to think of a proper piece of advice she could offer. “Just stop thinking so much about it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Mhm. I’ll try I guess.”

The Seonghwa conversation was done for that night. But it wasn’t long until it got brought up again a few nights later. You had a few days to think about what to do. To try and give yourself a pep talk to be more confident the next time you get any kind of chance with Seonghwa. So when you picked them both up after midnight – all three of you already in pyjamas – it was time for updates.

“I know it’s late. But I felt like my mind would explode if I didn’t share this as soon as possible.”

“It better be fucking good”, Zia complained while still blinking trying to push the sleep away.

. . . . .

earlier that night

It was once again a chilly night. Not too cold but you could still feel some icy feeling crawling under your skin. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself in the situation you were in. You just wanted to go to the nearest supermarket to grab some cigarettes but the trip you expected to go on alone turned out to be with Seonghwa. The moment you announced to the living room full of children in men’s bodies that you’re going, Hongjoong jumped to his feet and asked if you could buy some stuff they needed. You complained it was too much too carry. He exposed you of just being lazy to carry stuff. You said that’s stupid. And Seonghwa offered to go with you. And you definitely couldn’t complaint about that.

The two of you made some small chat over college. You complained about exams and all the deadlines and crap you had going on the last few weeks. The frustration over college managed to shift your thoughts a bit away from all the screaming your body was doing because of the situation it was put in. It made your heart stop beating like a maniac for a second.

His company felt comfortable. As if you were at home, wrapped in a warm blanket. It was easy to talk to him. Words just flowing naturally between you two. A few laughs bursting out here and there. He was always so sweet and gentle. And it made you fall for him more and more each time. You felt like you could rely on him. Even now. While balancing on a thin line between an acquaintance, just a person you knew through your roommate, and a friend. You weren’t quite sure what to call him. But whatever it was right now, you were greedy for more. You wanted more of him for yourself.

The shopping was done in a few minutes. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and some snacks to have another fun night with the boys and you acquired your cancer sticks. You lit one as you were walking down the street back to the apartment.

“How come you smoke?” he asked you.

For a second a wave of embarrassment washed over you. You never thought about the possibility of him not liking that and finding it as a huge turn off. But in his voice there was more curiosity than judgment like you expected.

“I only smoke during exams”, you said, feeling as if you came off way more defensive than you’d wanted. “They help a bit with all the stress.”

“I get that.”

“If you mind the smoke, I can throw it away.”

“Don’t worry about it. Half the people around me smoke as well.”

You glanced at him for a second, an eyebrow slightly raised. “Did you ever smoke?”

His lips formed into an almost awkward smile. “I did for a bit.”

“So what’s the secret of quitting?” you asked as you nudged his hand with your elbow.

“I liked a girl who hated smokers so I quit. And it kind of stayed like that even after nothing happened with her.”

You nodded your head as a short response while your mind was just thinking about way too much. “I don’t think that would be helpful for me but we’ll see. At least exams are almost over.”

You felt like you could’ve dropped in a little hint that you might’ve liked him. Zia and Luca would be proud to hear that you finally did something to push this into some kind of direction. Yet you did nothing.

You got to the building. For some reason you usually kept quiet inside. The echo and the thin walls made you feel as if the entire building is listening to your conversations so you preferred to keep it to yourself. Seonghwa didn’t seem to mind the silence. It surrounded you most of the time as you waited for the elevator and the first few seconds as you were in it. But suddenly your heart started racing again like a super car as Seonghwa leaned on the handle that went around the entire inside of the little elevator cabinet, his hand gripping the handle behind your back slightly brushing against your clothes.

He was close. Again. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“This might sound odd – but do I ever make you feel uncomfortable?” he suddenly asked. His hand moving from its spot but he still remained really close to you.

“What? Why would you get that idea?” you asked genuinely surprised with the question.

“I don’t know. You always seem kind of nervous when we talk. You’re not like that when you’re with the other guys.”

Oh. Oh. He noticed that. Does he pay that much attention to you?

You shifted your body a bit facing him now completely. “You’re the sweetest soul I know. I could never feel uncomfortable”, you said, a comforting smile forming on your lips.

He immediately responded with a smile as well. A smile as sweet as the best candy out there. “Thanks”, he said through a soft laugh.

The same silence wrapped around you two again. It felt as if it was pushing the two of you together. As if the space between your bodies grew smaller. You looked him into his dark warm eyes. You were glad there was a handle you could hold on to cause you felt as if your legs were turning to jelly. His gaze shortly fell away from your eyes before he made contact again and you would’ve sworn he looked at your lips. Only a few inches were separating you that you could almost feel his breath on your cheeks. Yet a few inches that felt like an entire ocean just shutting down closer. And closer.

And then the door opened and you were violently thrown back into reality. Both of you awkwardly shifted in your spots and exited the elevator. Some random chatter was thrown around again until you entered the apartment and your paths split.

. . . . .

“That’s it?!” Zia exclaimed. Now fully woken up.

“Why didn’t you stay with them? Things were obviously going in the right direction”, Luca asked, his cheeks red as he was obviously agitated.

“It was a boys night. I don’t wanna intrude that as a female.”

“You’re a dumbass”, Zia said slowly.

You purposely slammed the brakes a bit too harshly, making both of them get yanked forward. “What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, how about KISS HIM”, Zia yelled back at you.

“There wasn’t a good situation.”

“If you had the balls you would’ve stopped him before he entered the apartment. From your story he was obviously into it.”

“Well we all know that I don’t have balls”, you said a bit too confidently.

Luca laughed for a second. “At least we all agree on one thing.”

“I swear to god, if there is no kissing action the next time you get us in this goddamn car, I’m rioting.”

“Fine.”

You took her words seriously. So despite wanting to go on another ride here and there, there weren’t any juicy updates that could satisfy their thirst for the drama in your life.

But it also wasn’t long until all three of you were seated in your usual spots again. You hoped but something in you also expected there could be some actual kissing finally involved soon. It was a rainy night. Luca was swearing something under his breath as he entered the car.

“There’s a situation”, you said almost nervously as you slowly made your way down the street.

There was a suspicious eyebrow raise that came from Zia while Luca excitedly clapped his hands. “Spill the tea, sis.”

. . . . .

the night before

It was another normal night. Miraculously you didn’t have anything to study but you didn’t feel like leaving your room either. You were perfectly fine with your blanket and laptop just chilling over some YouTube. Hongjoong had some of the guys over again. They weren’t making too much noise so you suspected they were probably watching a movie. You didn’t crawl out of you lair the entire night until Hongjoong knocked on your door and told you there’s some leftover pizza if you’re interested.

Wooyoung was almost shocked when he saw you walking towards the kitchen. “Yo, y/n! I didn’t even know you were home. You could’ve come and say hi.”

You waved your hand towards him as if trying to say hi and disappeared in the kitchen. There was a solid amount left but you weren’t in a mood for more than one slice. You sat on the counter next to the pizza box and began your feast. It would’ve been a wonderful moment shared between just you and your perfect slice of pepperoni pizza but San decided to insert himself into that peaceful moment.

A devilish smile formed on his lips. You never knew what that guy had on his mind. He was always radiating with confidence and something about him always seemed attractive and almost slightly dangerous. He often flirted with you when he’d have a chance but as the guys would say, he flirts with pretty much anyone, so you didn’t think much of it.

“How come a lady like you is stuck eating pizza all alone on a counter?” he asked, a spark in his eyes as he watched you.

“This lady was too lazy for a plate to take the pizza to her room”, you answered with your face stuffed.

You gulped down that last bite and reached for a napkin to wipe off any potential pizza grease left. You followed San with your gaze but gave him only half of your brain to think about him casually throwing away a can of beer before he suddenly walked towards you. You were sitting on the counter with your legs spread out which left a lot of space into which San just walked into, the next second being only a few inches away from you making you lean back in surprise.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to grab a shot glass”, he said apologetically as he opened the cabinet over your head and took out a small glass.

You expected that would be the end of it. He would get out of your personal little bubble and you wouldn’t have an entire body between your legs anymore. But he stayed there a second too long. That intense gaze of his staring at you.

“You don’t seem to be that sorry”, you joked once you noticed his lips curled up into a smile.

“You got me”, he laughed and paused for a second before he continued. “How could I be sorry to stand so close to someone so pretty.”

There he was again with the blatant flirts. It wasn’t anything new. Yet it felt completely different. You never had that feeling of something cooking in your gut before. That feeling that would then just spread over your body as a wave of heat.

You felt like you should’ve pushed him and just go before things get out of control. But your body wasn’t listening. You couldn’t make yourself do it. You weren’t sure if he moved forward but the gap between you felt smaller. His hands laying on both sides of your body on the counter.

And then it happened. You felt his soft lips touch yours. It lasted just a second before he moved back a bit, his eyes fixated on your own again. It was as if he was checking your reaction. If you wanted to move, now was the moment. Things already went into a direction you never wanted. You could’ve prevented it if you just got up in time yet you were still there. Still not moving.

His lips crashed against yours again. You didn’t even realize that you closed your eyes and responded back with the kiss until you felt his lips stretching into a slight smile. His hands wandered off the counter and around your waist pulling you closer into himself while your own hands found their way into his hair. You didn’t even think about what was happening. Your head went completely blank. You just knew you enjoyed it.

The kiss finally broke off and the two of you parted away gasping for air once the kitchen door was suddenly opened again. Your hands slid out of San’s hair and onto his chest pushing him slightly away to see who has intruded. Perhaps if anyone else but Seonghwa stood there the situation would’ve ended up differently. Maybe if it was Hongjoong you would’ve just went back to mindlessly kissing San. But it was Seonghwa. With an expression you never saw on his face before and that you couldn’t possibly read. One thing you knew for sure, it wasn’t an expression showing a positive emotion.

“Tell me when you two lovebirds are done so I can get myself a beer”, he said flatly and slammed the door behind him.

You could see San’s eyebrows slightly furrow as he eyed the door but before you let him do anything else, you pushed him gently away and jumped off the counter as you continuously mouthed shit under your breath. You didn’t give him a chance to say anything and you didn’t say anything. You just vanished towards your room. A million thoughts exploding in your mind. Anger filling your stomach. Anger at yourself at being a complete fucking idiot and letting yourself get into this situation.

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jlf23tumble · 4 years

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hi im not meaning to be rude and i apologize if it comes off that way but uh do you believe harry dated camille/xander/nick and everyone else (but louis) that some of his fans speculate about? it’s alright if u do to each their own and all that but im just asking cause ive seen u reblogging from and tagging some people that are like that i was just wondering cause i like you but i don’t really want that on my dash so id rather unfollow if you believe it as well

Hello, there! This isn’t rude, I firmly believe that the kindest thing you can do for yourself is to curate your dash into something that works for *you* (I do the same thing: if I see a blogger I don’t like constantly popping up on a blog I follow, I know what to do; if it’s just the occasional pop up, I let it ride, depending on the content: I’m not the police of who *they* follow, and at the end of the day, none of this is real). For me, I like a variety of viewpoints, so for the 1D blogs I follow, it’s a slightly wild mix of unpopular UAs that don’t crop or edit, hardcore larries who aren’t misogynists, chill larries who post a mix of content, chill-ish multishippers (literally, they ship all pairings, seriously or for fun), chill-ish ex-larrie/solo harries who more or less stay in their lane, and entertaining (to me) blogs that are NOT chill and amidst the content I *do* like occasionally fire off the odd “EXCLUSIVE: I ESCAPED A CULT, I’M MASSIVELY INTO THIS SHIP BUT NOT THAT ONE,” which is more amusing to me than upsetting, at least for now (I don’t bother reblogging even a fraction of that; I also don’t stick with blogs that turn negative or disrespectful, I don’t have time for it, and I don’t have to make time, ya feel?). But if just the sight of those blogs triggers *you*, then please do unfollow! I’m not going to stop tagging someone I know and enjoy talking to in a “music you’re listening to post” just to give someone I don’t know a “pure” experience. I srsly wonder what the 200 people working at Tumblr are up to on any given day, considering how useless search, mute, and block are on this site, ratcha fratcha, but until the time comes when those tools actually work, you gotta do you! As for me, I *do* think louis and harry are still together, but I also think it hasn’t been a 100% fic-perfect, gold-star fairy-tale life, they’re real people who are young and under an enormous amount of pressure, they’ve had some arguments, some breakups, possibly some hookups (that goes for both of them, bee tee dubs), but they seem pretty solid, at least to me at this point in time (reminder: life is dynamic, shit changes all…the…TIME, for good and bad). None of us knows what’s really going on here, and that’s fine! If it turns out I’m wrong, I’m not gonna be devastated or anything, I love and support ‘em both!

#i'm about to reblog ralph shipping oli with louis and harry lmao #but for real #this isn't real life #if me reblogging information about curtain fic from a blog you hate upsets you #or if me tagging a friend who writes harry in all pairings (including larry!!!) upsets you #unfollow....i won't be mad #i also won't be changing anything to keep you since i don't know you #if we're mutuals and i'm posting about seriously triggering content #i wanna know!#but posting content from blogs who are into other ships?#can't help you #also not gonna tag women

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incarnateirony · 6 years

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“Stay in your lane.”

What fucking lane? This shit is a vat of crazy.

I literally just tried to map this shit out. It’s not exactly 100% scientific but.

Look I was just fucking around on paint so it’s not pretty, but if anybody seriously wants to do something similar now that you have ways to wrap your braincase around it, go all out.

I’d add that anyone within the TFW positive line can be a multishipper and may or may not also ship Destiel, but people hanging in that breakout bubble do adopt the anti rhetoric as mentioned and sort of want All Ships Treated Identically. For reasons that we’ll pretend basically have to do with being pulled into its orbit of dialogue without realizing it. Some “non shipper” zones might also have multi shippers sprinkled in there, but the shamey narrative seems to vanish once outside of the Wincest sphere.

But my point is, fam, this place is an entire warehouse full of landmines with overlapping vectors even within your own friend group. For example,

I would be in the “Sam Knew” zone: I’m Sam centric, but trying to be about 10,000 miles removed from the Wincest and Tinhat sectors, which gives me a very small playing area in reality. But oddly it’s one of the more center ground areas on the grid. True-Bibro adjacent before we start getting absorbed by the wanky Tinhat Zone. But in the Wayward and Destiel pool.

But because of my placement, I end up with, say, heavy overlap from the Cas sphere, and I tend to be one mutual over from “No Cas no care”. Or I’ll have strong Wayward fans as mutuals, which can put me one mutual out from CakeWoke. Or I have strong Dean focused Destiel Positive or shipping friends that put me one mutual out from extreme Dean fans.

There are no lanes, there’s just a crazy cobweb of spheres thrown into each other.

You’ll notice I pulled Sam’s sphere a little further out than the others, because of the push caused by the Tinhat Wincest vector, which makes it a little harder to float in the inclusive zone.

I’ll also leave a subnote that once you start entering single character stans outside of the TFW zone we start tilting into extreme sectors, but also some less EXTREME X FANS and the vicinity of actor fans which overlap back in.

I’ll also add a few prisms of Destiel feelings from what I gather in the lanes

Red being “generally positive and accepting”, white being “pretty solidly invested” and the other sphere labels already speaking for themselves.

I also had trouble mapping out where Cockles is since it seems to have saturated through a lot of non-anti areas almost at random. Like sure fam it’s mostly in the core Destiel aisles but I’ve seen it as far out as Wayward or any character branches or even just general TFW lanes.

Yes, this is largely anecdotal, but it’s not some “I had a few friends that said,” as much as “I’ve been watching dozens of thousands of people in this fandom for a long assed time and could probably name at least 5,000 accounts off the top of my head at this point” based on where I see them falling. Trying to make a color scaled chart like this manifest on a census would be fucking insanity.

But that one little super outlying sphere center-right is the one always telling itself that it rivals the center TFW positive or Destiel positive zones

And in reality this is more of what we see.

lmao tell me I’m wrong

Seriously though the “canon Destiel” is more of a crown of people that are there almost exclusively for it (hence being outside the TFW ring), whereas “people who see it strongly supported in canon but aren’t just here to grind on that alone” are more like in this egg

The adjacent zones are more “positive”, they don’t hate on shippers, enjoy the content, kinda-sorta see/understand but don’t feel it’s going anywhere but wouldn’t care if it did. You know the people. Pleasant Nonshippers that support people in the red egg.

Tell me I’m wrong while they brag up blocking 5,000-8,000 accounts and still manage to miss major Destiel fans like tink.

Update: people keep asking me for accessory things like “What about give Sam a Romance That Doesn’t Die”

Red: “Give Sam A-” casual. This can be Give Sam A Girlfriend, Give Sam a Dog, Give Sam a Velma, just GIVE SAM A *SOME FUCKING THING*

Black: Self explanatory

A FEW MORE CHART NOTES

I didn’t really give Jack a sphere because we don’t have a huge swath of JACK ONLIES, and he’s more dead center in the TFW zone, in a smaller ring, and can be shared across to almost any duo.

Lucifer/Pellegrino is sort of a free agent drifting around, a microcosm unto itself, with many external fandom influences I’m not gonna wank up this post with but can bubble into a few spheres on occasion.

I’ve not really seen, say, Rowena Onlies or Gabe Onlies beyond a fluke of each. If you’re fans of those, they tend to fall under the TFW sphere, as it’s also a general audience that loves most/everything sphere.

And even then most of these can be put into the chart.

Example: A Gabe fan that doesn’t like 99% of things, isn’t a Destiel fan, but is into Sabriel as a connection, be it platonic or romantic, would gravitate into Sam sphere, outside of TFW sphere

Regarding the absence of Megstiel: At the risk of pissing off that part of the fandom, I didn’t see it worth trying to vector into the chart. Some true Megstiel fans have even noticed and called out the number of people from the Tinhat Zone that come in and fake ship it just to cause horse shit. They would have a node, in the Cas zone, half in and half out of the TFW zone, likely settled largely in the same zone as “nonshipper Cas fans”. Rachel has a huge fanbase but Meg not so much considering how long she’s been gone and there’s really no way to reasonably vector that in. Once the faux shipping self-conflicting tinhats pretending to ship it get removed, it’s a small ship that mostly minds its own business aside from the ones that unknowingly bite the tinhat wank bait and feed into those narratives that have started to saturate it. Otherwise it would have to be sphered at both completely conflicting ends of the chart.

I mean. Y’all. Sabriel fandom is considered small and has over 11,000 fics on Ao3. Megstiel has 1,100. A viral Megstiel post gets maybe 100 notes. Like. This isn’t intended as shade, it’s just reality. A vector place outside of "half in Cas sphere, half in nonshipper Cas TFW sphere” as a blip is almost impossible once you remove the tinhats that argue points that simultaneously drags Megstiel.

Yes some people also multiship Megstiel too, but not many. That might ride closer to the Destiel line then, but it’s still very cas-line-centric.

Like let’s not try to play the game where everything is equal in volume just to make everybody feel better. If you have a few working brain cells, Destiel is the ship that’s freaking everywhere in this fandom whether you like it or not. Then the next biggest, which is still a fraction of performance on everything from presence, social trends, or fanfiction creation despite a many-year running head-start would be Wincest, then after that there’s a number of others, with shrinking presence much less expectation.

Those generally fall into bigger lanes. As Megstiel, or addressed various zones Sabriel might fall. Not all Sabriel is anti Destiel -- that was just an idea if someone was an outlier looking for where they fall. In fact, Destiel is the highest overlap hashtag with Sabriel when you pull Sabriel’s numbers. And so on.

Being Destiel doesn’t mean you only want Destiel. Hell, as shown by the chart, there’s plenty of Wincest multishippers in multiple lanes. But trying to graph in everyone’s special snowflake bubbles would be insanity.

Generally my reason for doing this is that there’s always the “NOT ALL BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH” argument and, no shit sherlock, we know. This isn’t a fandom of lanes. It’s a ridiculous vector overlap chart that probably would need to go 3D to catch a proper model of what’s really fucking going on.

#supernatural #fandom #mine

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discoursecatharsis · 6 years

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Voltron Fandom 2019 Predictions

Since the last season is coming up soon, and we all know that the fallout will be ugly no matter how things turn out, I thought it would be fun to think about what the highlights would be and what I could see happening (please don’t take this too seriously, by the way)(also this got kinda long oops):

The ending will be mostly open-ended, but Lance will be with Allura or some other girl. Whether Shiro gets a boyfriend or not doesn’t matter, because the antis will say it’s queerbaiting no matter what

Some kl@ntis will hold out and say that kl is still canon and that scene with Lance and his gf/wife/whatever is a sibling-like relationship

A select few will take this idea too far and say the vld crew supports incest because why would the brother and sister act this way with one another? It couldn’t possibly be that they aren’t actually siblings, that would just be just silly

Other kl@ntis will simply tinhat and say that there’s a chance kl could be canon after the endgame; This will be considered the vld fandom’s version of the “This is how Bernie can still win” meme

The amount of AUs in the fandom with a premise along the lines of “Since the vld writers are shit at their jobs, here’s my canon-and-real version of vld where I fixed EVERYTHING wrong, you’re welcome!!!” with no actual substance outside of kl and everyone being a blatant one-note token will skyrocket

One of these AUs will have its creator start a kickstarter to reboot voltron with their fic as a basis, this campaign will ask for a ludicrous amount of money and fail to reach even a fraction of its goal, if it’s not DMCA’d entirely. This will end up being the next big Tumblr Scam like Dashcon or All or Nothing or literally any of the other ones

Some months down the line, Lily Orchard will release a video entitled “Voltron Legendary Defender is Garbage and Here’s Why” that’s 4+ hours long and half of it is just ad hominem attacks towards the staff (with major homophobic undertones towards Bex in particular) and almost every single anti will worship the ground she walks on until she says something else dumb, where she will promptly be cancelled

Any other projects by LM or anyone else on staff will be immediately scrutinized and many people will say not to support them giving bullshit exaggerated reasons that no-one fact checks at all and the project will then become a Bad Thing that people put in their BYFs that they’ll block anyone who likes it

One of the BNF antis will be caught liking a Problematic Thing on a separate account of theirs (whether this thing will be genuinely problematic or your standard hellsite reaching, we’ll have to wait and see) and then the rest of the antis are split right down the middle of defending them and the thing or excommunicating them (Bonus: another well-known anti will be caught liking the other type of Problematic Thing around the same timeframe. These two instances will be treated exactly the same)

As expected, most if not all of the antis will have moved on to she-ra or tdp for a while now and by this point some sort of gray morality, rival ship, or villain will show up and we’ll get the exact same mess that the vld fandom is and then they’ll move onto the next new show where the same thing will happen again and then another and another and another until the end \of fucking time I guess

And finally, I’ll get off my lazy ass and watch vld from beginning to end :P

Call it a gut feeling, but I’m pretty confident in a lot of these actually happening, and, if they do, let it be known that I called it first!

(above submitted by anon)

Nostradamus lmaooooo. This is beautifully hilarious and I think you’re accurate, I’m certain most of these things will happen in 2019. It’s like a checklist of “inevitable BS.” Thank you for this! Y’all bookmark this and re-read it in a year and we’ll see how many of these came true

#save #fav #look at later #submission

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mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker · 6 years

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Let’s debunk this hot trash

“Part of the problem in front of Marvel Comics is the Marvel Universe is one long, mostly-unbroken line since its inception in 1961's Fantastic Four #1. There have been retcons, changes, tweaks, and cuts, but by and large it's a straight run. The universe has seen a number of resets, but it's mostly been returned to the state that long-time fans are comfortable with.”

Why is this a problem? Marvel is the highest selling comic book company in America and the long continuity is objectively not a problem.

It’s just something people incorrectly claim is a problem.

By the 1990s Marvel already had shittons of complicated continuity that had been going longer than most other long running franchise stories.

The readers back then jumped on ship just fine.

The AMOUNT of continuity you have is never the problem it’s how you manage it. In the days where every issue was treated as someone’s first and made accessible the amount of continuity was never a problem.

“Marvel Comics as a whole and the current creative stewards of its characters have to roll with 57 years of punches. They have to take the good and the bad. In the case of Spider-Man, the current writers, artists, and editors have to occasionally tackle the fact that Peter Parker hit his wife, made a deal with Mephisto to wipe out his marriage, or that Gwen Stacy had sex with Norman Osborn. ”

They don’t HAVE to deal with any of that.

They already dealt with the first of those things and simply SHOULD deal with the other two by erasing them.

But it’s also not like the presence of those things (sans OMD) is a huge hamper on the storytelling abilities or sales of the writers.

“Many of these are moments that readers and creators would simply like to forget, but they're a part of the fabric of the character. ”

Yes and welcome to ‘This is how a dramatic character on serialized fiction’ works.

“With Marvel's Spider-Man for PlayStation 4, Insomniac Games had the chance to start from scratch. They get to pick and choose what works for their version of Peter Parker and his alter-ego. The only backstory he brings to the table is that which Insomniac has carefully considered. This allows the team to drop the facets of Spider-Man that maybe didn't work and play around with some new ideas that might be better. And if Marvel's smart, they should steal some of what Insomniac Games did here.”

Why?

Insomniac already stole from Marvel.

Sales and storytelling potential for Spider-Man is NOT hampered by large continuity or even negative patches of it for the most part.

When bad stories happen so long as they are fixed then things get to move on. Even something as bad as Sins Past isn’t overly a drag because the story itself is so nonsensical it might as well not be canon, people have isolated and ignored it and the scope of the damage it can cause is fairly limited, it doesn’t really cut to the heart of the franchise. The time he hit his wife on the other hand was dealt with and moved on from.

So the existence of bad patches doesn’t really matter. Doctor Who has had no end of bad stories merely in it’s TV incarnation (to say nothing of it’s plethora of spin-off media which are all canon to varying degrees) and all those things still happened. But the show is still going strong and hit stratospheric popularity in the mid-late 2000s and early 2010s.

Hell the Simpsons is still going despite there being at least 20 years of mediocre-bad stories.

“I'm going to be honest. I'm not a huge fan of Mary Jane Watson. I don't necessarily have a problem with the character, but I've never really been a fan either. The marriage of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson was done on a whim and many writershated it at the time.”

Oy vey this shit again.

The marriage was not done on a whim. Stan Lee, the creator of Spider-Man wanted it to happen and EIC Jim Shooter decided to synch it up with the comics.

At the time Tom DeFalco and Ron Frenz had been building up to Peter and MJ’s wedding with the intention of her jilting him.

But the build up from them, and other writers like Peter David, was still there.

Only the outcome changed.

As for this ‘many writers hated it’ thing, the article links to ONE writer’s opinion on the subject.

If we actually look at the majority of Spider-Man writers to have written for Spider-Man during and after the marriage we see most of them were okay or neutral on the subject.

David Michelinie wasn’t thrilled with it, but he came on side eventually. Tom DeFalco and Ron Frenz were the same. Matt Fraction wasn’t too sure about it but wasn’t innately against it either. Nick Spencer clearly liked it. Howard Mackie has given statements indicating he was against it at a time but might over all be neutral. Roberto Aguirre Sacasa has never said anything on the subject to my knowledge but his work implies he’s supportive of it. Mark Millar has never said anything on the subject. J.M. DeMatteis, J. Michael Straczynski and Peter David have been outright supportive of it, as was probably Todd McFarlane, Jodie Houser and for sure artist Ryan Stegman.

Oh and Stan Lee the creator of Spider-Man. Let’s not leave him out.

Compared to that we have Roger Stern, Terry Kavanagh, John Byrne, Paul Jenkins, Gerry Conway and Jim Owsley who were against it.

Conway’s opposition was possibly due to his going through a divorce at the time. Stern’s opposition was based upon his idea of MJ being stuck in the Silver Age but he wasn’t innately opposed to Spider-Man marrying in general. Jim Owsley on his linked to blog (where he routinely lies, including claiming Ron Frenz was potentially suicidal when he never was) had a stupid sexist rationale for disliking the marriage. John Byrne is creepy shithead who would’ve preferred Spider-Man was dating underage girls anyway and along with Terry Kavanagh never wrote a good Spider-Man story in his life. In Kavanagh’s case he never even wrote a good story in his life.

So of all those people only Paul Jenkins dislike of it wasn’t unjustified. But he was an outlier.

Every other writer either liked it, was neutral on it, disliked it for nonsensical reasons or didn’t know about good storytelling in the first place to make citing them worth a damn in the first place.

And aside from aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall of this...does the author realize Peter and MJ’s relationship and MJ’s whole character doesn’t begin and end in the years they were married?

Like he talks about their marriage as though this being bad proves their relationship and her character is bad when there was 20+ years of MJ prior to that.

“I think Peter has had better love interests over the years, including Gwen Stacy. ”

And the author would be wrong.

Gwen Stacy is neither better nor more interesting that Mary Jane.

That’s why THEY KILLED HER!

“Part of that is giving Mary Jane something to do. She's been a model and an actress, but the books were always more concerned with the superheroics, so you never really got the chance to feel her drive there. She was a nightclub owner, but again, the same problem persisted. ”

Except Spider-Man stories ARE NOT MORE CONCERNED WITH THE SUPERHEROICS!

My God. How the fuck can someone have read any number of Spider-Man stories and not realized, oh yeah, the book is about Peter’s life over all and his normal life is as if not MORE important than whoever he is punching this month.

By this logic Harry Osborn, Aunt May, Flash Thompson and literally every supporting cast member who isn’t J. Jonah Jameson or like Ashley goddam Kafka, is a better supporting character than Mary Jane.

Mary jane doesn’t have to be involved in the superhero side of Peter’s life because the Spider-Man series isn’t about that. It’s about his life in general and sometimes one blurs over into the other but not always and frankly if you go by the classic stories not even most of the time.

That’s why on the occasions where such things did happen it was a big deal.

“Other than supporting Peter Parker, what did Mary Jane Watson really want? ”

To be an actress

To be taken seriously as more than a model

To support her sick cousin

To earn a psychology degree

To avoid commitment

“Sometimes she just wanted Peter to not be Spider-Man anymore, which is a downer of a conflict.”

This is another lie.

The ONLY times during which Mary jane didn’t want Peter to be Spider-Man were during the Clone Saga when she was pregnant, he’d retired and Ben Reilly was the new Spider-Man and new main character (meaning there was no issue there) or during the Mackie/Byrne reboot where she was being written deliberately out of character as an act of sabotage.

Unless the author meant like in specific stories where Peter was injured and she didn’t want him to go off and be Spider-Man at that moment or in that specific context, as opposed to wholesale retiring. At which point...how is this a downer conflict? It’s a starkly realistic and emotionally justified conflict in a series built off the back of realistic emotions because Spider-Man is a human drama and soap opera FFS!

“Sometimes, things are good... ...sometimes, they're not.

Go to the article itself and notice the second image the author uses.

If you’ve ever encountered similar lines of anti-MJ/anti-marriage argument before those panels, that artwork or stuff similar to it might strike you as familiar.

Why?

Because it’s from the exact same story. Maximum Carnage.

Every asshole who tries to make this argument uses Maximum Carnage, one of the worst Spider-Man stories over all to bolster their claims. The repetition of scenes from this story (and usually the same scene) is telling because it’s either cherry picking from a notoriously bad story and pretending like it represented a norm (and removes it from important context FYI) or...these people don’t know what they are talking about and just parrot one another with the same examples.

“Over in the Ultimate Comics line, writer Brian Michael Bendis would give Mary Jane a career choice that dovetails well with superheroes: journalist. See, the reason DC Comics' Lois Lane works is her driving motivation—to be the best investigative journalist in the world—puts her on a path to run into Clark Kent and Superman. ”

Yeah and the problem is that MJ worked as well for decades even when she wasn’t a journalist. Shit she worked for the majority of Ultimate Spider-Man’s run prior to her becoming a journalist!

Yeah, remember that tiny piece of vital information the author conveniently ignored. For MOST of Ultimate Spider-Man’s 10 year tenure with Peter Parker as the lead character Mary Jane wasn’t a journalist!

Shit, she worked for her school paper so the idea that it made her involvement in heroics more organic is pretty bullshit.

More importantly prior to her journalist job Ultimate MJ’s role and function within the narrative was strikingly similar to her 616 married counterpart!

“Her intense curiosity and lack of self-preservation makes her endearing; the audience knows what she wants and the lengths she'll go to get it.”

And MJ’s goofy deameanor at times, inner strength, sociable nature, insecutirs, struggles with guilt and commitment make her endearing.

“So Insomniac decided to take the Ultimate version of Mary Jane and play it up to Lois Lane levels. She's an investigative journalist at the Daily Bugle searching for more on the recently-arrested Wilson Fisk. Her own adventures put her on the path to meeting with Spider-Man. You get that moment where they're both asking, "What are you doing here?" and you realize there's old, unmentioned romantic history. MJ already knows Peter is Spider-Man and she's fine with that side of his life. ”

And it works great...in a video game setting where you truly are spending 90% of your time in the middle of action and the plot needs to be entirely in service of that plot.

But in the context of a comic book more about the normal lives of the characters than revolving around superheroics and starring the most famous character (who’s clad in red and blue) of one of the two biggest companies in the world MJ as a journalist would die on it’s ass because it WOULD just be derivative of Lois Lane.

I mean Jesus Christ people also deride Black Cat and Norman Osborn for being derivative of Catwoman and Norman Osborn even though they deviate in big ways. But if Spider-Man major love interest/wife literally also became an investigative journalist and primarily interacted with Spider-Man (at least within the context of the main plot) within that role it would literally just be Lois Lane.

“This Mary Jane's problem is one of equal partnership. She's a great, inventive journalist. Sure, she could die on an investigation, considering where she decides to focus her talent, but in her mind, that's no different from a police officer or firefighter dying in the line of duty. The truth is important. This flips the dynamic a bit; her problem is that Peter doesn't acknowledge that she's also right where she needs to be. She's his equal, even if she doesn't have fancy Spider-powers. ”

MJ was Peter’s equal in the comics too.

Being someone’s equal as a person doesn’t mean doing the same job as them, working in the same line of work or directly contributing to the superhero action.

You just need to be an equal in your personality and agency which in-universe MJ has had.

This is to say nothing of how by this logic Alfred, Batman’s FATHER FIGURE, is not his equal or how Ganke Lee in Miles Morales comics wouldn’t really be HIS equal either or how, again, Spider-Man stories do not innately codify the superheroics as MORE important than the normal life stuff.

“It's a great change.”

Yes it is, in the context of a video game.

“This Mary Jane is funny, a bit headstrong, and leaps sometimes before she looks. ”

You mean just like comic book Mary Jane.

“ Comic Mary Jane has many of these facets, but it's tough to get a grasp on what she really wants outside of Peter. ”

Unless you’ve literally read the issue immediately after Peter meets her where she makes it clear she wants to be an actress. Or read any comic in the interim where she wants to have financial security, be taken seriously, reconcile with her family, indulge in/get over her commitment issues, help her cousin, learn psychology, etc.

“Journalism doesn't have to be the answer, but there needs to be one that intersects with the lives of Peter and Spider-Man. ”

No there doesn’t. In the real world couples jobs don’t have to intersect. Many of Peter’s supporting cast members do not have jobs that intersect with his life outside of the fact that they are his friends and/or family. This is true of other heroes too.

MJ being Peter’s friend/girlfriend/wife is enough of a reason for her to intersect in his life and be featured in this stories, beyond that she can be given subplots of her own just like many other characters had.

Two of the best subplots in Spider-Man involved Flash Thompson. One of them was his and Betty Brant’s affair and the other was his struggles with alcoholism. These were problems that for the longest time Peter wasn’t even aware of but they were compelling and entertaining unto themselves because Flash was a great character and we cared because he was Peter’s friend. However these stories also at no point ever really involved Spider-Man’s life. It was strictly confined to the problems of Peter Parker’s world.

MJ’s job can be much the same.

MJ’s normalacy is in fact a MAJOR reason why so many fans love her so much and why so many people love Spider-Man himself.

Why make her more like Lois and her dynamic like that of Lois and Superman, those two characters who famously are awesome but also not as relatable as Spider-Man and MJ!

“With Insomniac's Mary Jane, everything just clicks into place.”

As would it for comic book MJ if you bothered to pay attention.

“The problem here is Marvel never sat down and explained how this worked. Again, Peter's death was the impetus for Miles becoming Spider-Man. In the Ultimate comics, he had the powers long before he actually put on the costume. Miles' creator Brian Michael Bendis never sat down and explained the new backstory before he jumped over to DC Comics. We don't know the specifics of why this version of Miles took up the mantle, the question of his motivations always remains a bit fuzzy.”

No it isn’t. Miles wasn’t REBOOTED into the 616 universe. He was integrated in with everyone’s memories altered around.

His backstory was the same as in the Ultimate Universe he just literally, physically migrated over.

Miles motivations were thus the same albeit undermined from a creative POV.

“When the title of Spider-Man was passed on in the Ultimate universe, that made sense. But the question the Prime universe needs to answer now is: Why do they share the title? ”

Because that was Miles’ chosen title and Peter gave his blessing for it and on a meta-level it is intended to represent how anyone can be Spider-Man.

“Peter has offered it to Miles, but why does this version of Miles want it in return?”

Because Ultimate Peter died and Miles wanted to honour him.

It isn’t the case of he just ALWAYS existed in this universe. You cannot time travel back like 15 years into the 616 Marvel universe and locate baby Miles Morales He literally, physically doesn’t exist there.

“That's really why these new versions of the characters work. I can see what they offer Peter and what he offers them in return. ”

Comic book MJ offered Peter a human connection, a friend, a confidant, someone to support him and companionship.

Why does she need to offer any more than that when in real life no one is hinging their deeper relationships upon the basis of what that person does for them in terms of their jobs or hobbies.

“And that facet is sometimes missing in the Marvel Comics iteration. ”

No it isn’t.

“I see what they offer Peter, but sometimes it's hard to see what they get out of the relationship.”

MJ gets a friend, companion, someone who understands and supports her, someone who helps emotionally fulfil her and make her a better person and sometimes someone who can help her in times of emotional and physical crises.

“Great artists steal, Marvel. The comic publisher is already bringing Insomniac's Spider-Man into the the universe with the upcoming Spider-Geddon crossover (shown below). Now it's time to steal certain facets of the storytelling for the universe. Marvel Comics is stuck with the millstone of continuity around its neck, but that doesn't mean there aren't new directions the company can move Spider-Man and his amazing friends toward. ”

Marvel has never rebooted it’s history since 1961.

DC has done so in varying ways 5 or 6 times.

Marvel outsells DC.

Of all iconic characters owned by DC, Batman’s history has altered the least from one reboot into the next.

Batman outsells every other DC character.

In the 1980s Marvel fans had no access to the internet, few information books or other resources and few reprints with which to catch up upon the 20-25 years worth of history for the characters and of the few resources they did have not everyone had access to them.

Marvel comics sold more physical copies back then than they do now.

The highest selling Marvel titles of the 1980s and 1990s were the X-Men related titles which had objectively the most complicated, convoluted and least accessible .

So STFU about too much continuity oh my God!

#Spider-Man #Spider-Man ps4 #Spider-Man Playstation 4 #Insomniac Spider-Man #insomniac games #mjwatsonedit #mary jane watson #mary jane watson parker #MJ Watson #Peter Parker

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 6 years

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Hii... Can I ask for #32 (Supercorp)?

I know I’ve been doing these angst prompts as more comedy, but … I hope you’re ready for some angst because this is some serious feels!

Takes place at the end of season three - assuming that Lena and James were never together, Sam is back to normal and in a relationship with Alex, and that Lena’s known about Kara being Supergirl for a while.

It’s sad, y'all.

As always, please let me know what you think! (even if it involves yelling)

Especially if it involves yelling

Leaving You Is All I Have Left

Lena hears the thump of Supergirl landing on her office balcony, but she doesn’t turn - only squares her shoulders to brace for the inevitable and continues packing away the files on her desk.

She could have had Jess or Sam pack them up and ship them to Metropolis after she’s left; but she needs this.

Needs to physically go through the motions of turning the page on this chapter of her life.

Otherwise, she doesn’t think any of this will seem real.

She hears the balcony door open and close, but still she doesn’t turn.

She isn’t going to make this any easier on Kara than she has to.

Lena’s felt so many things in these past few days - hurt, anger, betrayal … loss.

She thinks Kara deserves to feel a few of those too.

A month ago she would have sacrificed anything to keep her friend from feeling even a fraction of the anguish she’s felt.

But now …

Well, now things have changed.

“I came to say goodbye.” Kara’s voice cuts through her thoughts, and she does turn now - turns to see Kara in her full Supergirl regalia - looking small and timid in a way that Lena’s never quite seen.

She quickly forces down any thoughts of pity, taking in the crinkle in Kara’s brow; the way her eyes shift and her fingers play with the thumbs of her uniform.

She examines the superhero the way she would size up a chess opponent for take down; looking for tells, looking for fear.

“Well, Supergirl, I suppose this is goodbye then.” She drawls it out, like it’s the most casual thing in the world, like she isn’t fighting back the tears threatening to prick her eyes.

Because curt words and quick brush offs would just let Kara know how much she’s hurting, how much she cares.

She does, of course - she cares so deeply for the woman in front of her that she can feel it in her soul; can feel it twisting through her gut like a car driving too fast on a mountain road, destined to crash.

But that’s the point, isn’t it?

They were always destined to crash.

A Super and Luthor.

And maybe Lena had hopes that they would be star-crossed lovers; destined against the odds to fall together in some sort of cosmic fate.

She knows now that that fantasy isn’t true.

That any hope she felt was a cruel joke of the universe.

She isn’t meant to be loved.

With finality, she turns back to her desk, leaving Kara to study her.

But if her former friend is looking for weakness; she won’t find any. Lena has been through this too many times - has been betrayed so often by those she thought she was close to that she knows exactly how to shut herself off.

Evolution, she supposes.

Self-preservation.

“I don’t want to, you know.” Kara finally speaks, and Lena straightens - hands stilling.

“Don’t want to what?”

“Say goodbye.”

Kara’s voice is choked, and Lena knows without looking that she’s struggling at holding back tears. She refuses to let it affect her.

“And yet here you are.”

“Lena … “

Something snaps inside her, and Lena does turn then, crossing her arms and leaning against her desk.

“What did you expect, Kara, that you would come here and give me some sob story and I would suddenly change my mind? That I would cancel my plans and drop everything to stay here with you? You, who couldn’t even bother to tell me your true identity after years of friendship; who couldn’t even manage to trust me when it was most important. Who went behind my back and had people break into my lab … you used the Luthor name against me, Kara, do you know how much that hurts?”

Kara flinches.

“Lena -“

Lena can feel her facade crumbling, the list of accusations meant to neddle at Kara also serving to prick holes in her cool exterior.

“You were the best friend I had since -“ she swallows. “You were the best friend I ever had. I loved you Kara. I would have died for you. I would have given you … anything you ever asked for.” She can feel the tears streaming down her face, can see them reflected on Kara’s own; but she’s too far gone to care.

“I would have taken the beating heart of my chest and handed it to you if you’d asked for it. But instead you went around leading a double life and then you stabbed me in the back.”

“Lena -“

“It’s over, Kara.” She turns back to her desk, unable to meet blue eyes any longer.

“Lena, please just - “

“I told you Kara, I’m not staying.”

“Then let me go with you.”

She can’t help but bark a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“To Metropolis?” She scoffs.

“I can find a job there, the Daily planet just opened a new office in midtown.”

“And I’m sure your other identity would just love flying around, saving the day with Superman. What do you think he would see if he knew you were here now? Begging on your knees in that short skirt?”

There’s silence for a moment before Kara speaks again.

“I would give it up. For you, I would give it up.”

Lena whirls back around, surprised to see nothing but complete seriousness in Kara’s eyes.

“You would give up being Supergirl.”

“I took on the mantle of Supergirl to save someone I love. I would give it up to save someone I love too. Because I love you, Lena. I know that my actions haven’t always seemed …” She trails off. "I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?”

“Myself.”

The confession settles in Lena’s stomach like a hot ball of lead, uncomfortable and burning with truth.

The most truth she’s gotten from Kara in weeks.

“I don’t really like her sometimes.” Kara continues, and Lena has a little trouble following.

“Who?”

“Supergirl. She’s … She has a god complex. And sometimes she only sees things in black and white, and she’s too easily swayed by logic and justice when she should be more worried about helping people, and the things that really matter. Frankly, she’s kind of …”

“A bitch?” Lena offers, and they both share a small smile.

“Yeah a bitch.” Kara’s brow crinkles and her eyes bore into Lena’s. “But with you, I didn’t have to be Supergirl - I didn’t have to think about the greater good, and saving the world, and my mandate to protect the earth. I could just be Kara.”

She takes a shuddering breath before continuing.

“But then, you were spending more time with Supergirl, and seeing the parts of me I didn’t want you to see, and - and everything just went to …”

“Shit?” Lena offers again, but this time there’s no smile, only a long moment of silence.

"I have no excuses.” Kara finally says. “As much as I’d like to blame Supergirl and separate our actions, I betrayed you, and for that I am truly, deeply sorry. And if I need to give up Supergirl for you to see that … then I will. I wouldn’t think twice about it.”

As much as that small part of Lena is screaming at her to take Kara up on her offer - or to drop everything and stay - she knows that isn’t what’s best for either of them.

They need time, and space, and as much as it breaks her heart to say it; sometimes no matter how much you love someone, it isn’t enough.

But then again, sometimes it is.

“You should stay in National City.” She says, and Kara’s face falls. “They need a hero, and you need to work on being a hero that you can be proud of.”

Kara nods, gravely accepting Lana’s words, even as fresh tears fill the once dried tracks.

“You could stay?” Kara pleads, eyes shiny and voice thick.

“I have been away from Metropolis far too long.” Lena almost chokes on the sorrow clutching her throat. “And there are things I need to get back to there. I stayed here, because I had a reason to - I had hoped … I had hoped things would be different. But now I see they’re not.”

The defeat on Kara’s face is devastating.

“I suppose I should go then, and let you pack.”

She’s halfway through the door before Lena breaks, her voice cracking.

“I have a board meeting in National City at the end of the quarter. If you want to grab lunch while I’m in town …” She trails off, but feels her heart lighten slightly at the hint of a sad smile quirking Kara’s cheek.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Lena nods swiftly, biting her cheeks to hold back the sobs. She turns back to her desk, holding stock still for a long moment, knowing Kara is still watching her.

“I will always love you, Lena.” Kara promises firmly, and it takes every bit of Lena’s willpower not to run to the other woman’s arms.

She fights it for a long time, long enough that Kara’s departure sends the papers on her desk fluttering.

She isn’t even sure if the superhero can hear her when she finally whispers -

“I love you too, Kara.”

#supercorp #angst #fanfiction #prompt fest #lena luthor #kara danvers

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random thoughts about the 100 from someone who is new here

ok so i’ve written *squints* 60k+ of the 100 fic (10k of it i didn’t and probably won’t post) and even though i’m not even caught up on the whole show (i’m stuck in s4 i hate it when does it get good again?) i have thoughts

my favorite scene of the entire series is in s3 right after lincoln dies and octavia blames bellamy for it and just beats the shit out of him. but that’s not the reason i like it. the reason i like it is because it is so fucking gratuitous like it goes on for way longer than it has any reason to. it’s like the 20-minute fight scene in They Live. the camera just keeps panning back to bellamy while he goes “no, don’t intervene, i’m fine, let her beat the shit out of me, it’s okay” over and over and over again. my eyes were bulging out of my head. i just kept thinking “i can’t believe this is happening. i can’t believe anyone approved this scene. it’s not ending. it’s just going on for eternity. this is my life now.”

ok, and then there’s s2 when bellamy sneaks into mt weather and he gets stripped down, tortured, and strung up and all of it is filmed as if it is erotic. in fact i would argue that nearly all scenes in which bellamy is tied up or beaten is filmed like very high production value porn. and i just -- i can’t believe it. i can’t believe how often and unnecessarily he’s in bondage (and he’s gagged! all the time! GAGGED), and it’s made to seem hot. not that it’s not hot, but like? do other people see this? am i alone here?? i think i must be because otherwise there would be 10x more bdsm fic in this fandom than there is.

i know the 100 fandom has ship wars like every other fandom and right now i only know echo as the cage lady and then the mean lady and that’s about it so i have no opinion on becho but tbh my only otp here is bellamy blake/physical affection pls give bellamy more hugs and kisses instead of punching and bondage 2k18

i lied i’m fine with the punching and bondage but please where yall nasty folk who will headcanon S&M rentboy bellamy with me

there is actual, canonical sex slavery in s3 wtf (murphy/that one lady whose name i forget)

s1 is one of the best seasons of television i’ve ever watched. i binged it, and i don’t normally binge things because i have a very short attention span. it was goddamn magical like my inner 14yo self woke up and was like !! dystopia! teenagers! chaos! potential!! aaaand then none of that potential was filled. if i were a teenager watching this, i would want just like a 1 minute scene where they’re at peace.

but then like. what happened? where did the magic go? s2 is just ok. s3 is a mess of poor characterization. and i’m so exhausted by s4 i’ve started watching a terrible documentary series on myths while i eat dinner every night. i’ve kept up with s5 by scrolling through the episode tags and watching the gifsets.

honestly one of the things i dislike about the show is that nearly all the conflict is derived from the failures of the previous conflict. it makes for an exhausting watch -- i just want the characters to succeed? for once? at the beginning of s3 when they’re in the rover for the first time listening to music? and it’s just a nice breath of fresh air and even bellamy is smiling (god, bellamy smiling is my biggest kink)?? NECESSARY. i would stan this show so much harder if there were just a fraction more levity?

the above discontent is what led me to fanfic.

THE FANFIC. WHY IS THE FANFIC FOR THIS FANDOM SO GOOD. OBJECTIVELY, ACROSS-THE-BOARD BETTER THAN OTHER FANDOMS.

with the exception -- where is the filth? i mean the filthy filth. the sock account filth. there’s a lot of vanilla hetsex going on here and not that i have anything against vanilla hetsex (obvs) but like. the daddykink tag is lacking. where is my 75k slowburn modern au with stoic cold daddy bellamy and bratty barely legal clarke willing to do anything for his attention and affection? i need it. i need it in my life. and i can’t be the one to write it. not this time.

i’m really obsessed with “trying acting.” what a bio. what a pair of words to put together. there’s this story i like by Tobias Wolff called “Bullet in the Brain” and the main character, in his final moments, remembers his obsession with the phrase “they is.” this is how i feel about bob morley’s “trying acting” in his twitter bio. i think about it more than i probably should or is healthy for me. there’s just so much to unpack there.

eliza taylor’s old vines are really, endearingly awful. i watched a whole compilation of them. it was...jarring.

i am so thirsty for marcus kane and i feel so alone. someone pls come thirst with me

one of my biggest regrets in life is not joining this fandom two years ago before lexa got fridged and being there for the batshit dramz. i went through as much of the cemetery of jason rothenberg’s dignity as i could to see what all went down and good god that is some supernatural-level post-fridging chaos. what i wouldn’t give to have witnessed it first-hand

no, seriously, back to my first points: the erotic torture of bellamy blake (good title for something) is so intentional. like. they gotta know what they’re putting out there. I SEE U JASON ROTHENBERG. I SEE YOU AND YOUR “CAPTAIN DADDY’ MUG AND BDSM LEANINGS.

“captain daddy”

fuck

i can’t believe this show is real

someone pls help me get thru s4

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Caryl Speculation S8-9

After the episode last night, and after reading the few interviews Melissa had done for the episode this morning, I kind of felt prompted to speculate about what this season and next season entails for our favorite couple.

This is simply pure speculation under the cut with some SPOILERS from last night and possible spoilers for the future. It’s a bit long (nothing new there XD). I’m sure ppl will agree as well as disagree. Feel free to comment your opinion.

Okay, first of all, I am a die hard Caryl shipper. Just like the lyrics to that 90′s song (can’t remember the name), ‘I will go down with this ship’ b/c it gives me joy and it is something I love being a part of. Now unfortunately we haven’t had many filming spoilers this year b/c much of the filming has happened at the studio, so no one has any clue as to how much Daryl and Carol have filmed together this season. Keeping a few things in mind, I’ve decided there are two outcomes that could happen for our Caryl ship in season 8 and 9. I’ll tell you what the variables are that we have to keep in mind before I say my theories:

A) First thing to think about is what the actors have said about the ship itself. I know quite a few caryl fans were disheartened by Melissa’s comments on one of the interviews last night. Personally, I wasn’t necessarily surprised by what she said, nor does it bother me. You can tell her patience for these kinds of questions are sort of running thin. In fact, you can tell by both actors that these questions are starting to become annoying to answer b/c they really have no answer that would give us 100% satisfaction and stability. Now granted Melissa shows her annoyance more flawlessly than Norman (foot in mouth disease), but you can tell that both are starting to struggle with this question. Keep in mind that both actors have been asked this question arguably since season 2, so 6 years. The first couple of years they were fine with answering, and in fact I’d say those first few years were the years that Norman had the best answers about the Caryl ship. Then the shipping wars happened and they both seemed to become more reserved about answering... then 4 more years of answering the same question over and over again and you’re left with two actors who both seem to be at their wits end about it.

There is only so much you can say after all these years. They have literally said anything and everything you can about the ship without actually flirting that they will go canon, or, “oh hell yeah they’re romantic, and I guarantee they’re gonna fuck in the next episode.” Both actors have said that they’re each other’s person, they do love each other and care deeply for one another. Daryl is the most important person to Carol and vice versa. Both actors have also said that there’s always a possibility of a romance between them. In fact one of my favorite answers that both actors have said before is that it goes beyond romance. The bond is beyond a friendship, a familial relationship, a romantic relationship, which is how I feel about them. They’re the epitome of soulmates in my opinion.

Melissa’s answers last night, I feel, is exactly how both of them feel about these questions. “I don’t know what else to say about it. It’s basically whatever ppl want to see”. In other words, Mel has said practically everything she’s allowed to, but she herself doesn’t know. So what else can she say after all this time? I don’t necessarily think she said Caryl won’t happen, I just got the impression that she just kind of threw her hands up and said, “Look, I’ve said all I can say. I understand ppl ship them and I wish I had a better answer, but I don’t. I’m sorry.”

B) Second thing to keep in mind is AMC and their promoting shenanigans. Now part of me feels like there’s no way Caryl won’t happen this season simply b/c of all the promoting they have done during the pre-season and even the low key promoting during the season so far. I mean, let’s be honest, they have never promoted Caryl this hard before. But another part of me is side eyeing it b/c it coincides with the HUGE rating drop from the season before. So I’m not sure if they’re promoting it simply to get ppl excited and watching TWD again and that’s it, or will they give us more.

We also have to keep in mind that no matter what, there will always be a fraction of the GA that won’t like Caryl going canon. It’s unfortunate to admit, but they know that part of the appeal with Daryl is that he’s the “hot bachelor” of the show. Every show has them, and every network knows that once you pair the hot dude with someone, there’s a good chance not as many ppl will tune in. Same thing with simply shipping a couple. Once they’re together, the show becomes less appealing. It sucks, I don’t like that they’re possibly thinking this way, but it happens all the time. AMC will lose fans no matter what, no matter how small, and right now, they don’t want to lose any more than they got. HOWEVER, it would be a very dumb move on AMC’s part to flirt and promote Caryl and not give us anything. They can’t afford to lose the die hard Carylers, so they HAVE to give us something.

Now that I’ve bored you all with a bunch of hoopla, I’ll tell you the two scenarios that I’ve been speculating for our Caryl ship:

1) First theory is the less likely of the two. I call this theory my “compromise” theory b/c I feel that its a “meet me halfway” between AMC, Caryl shippers, and the GA who don’t necessarily ship them (Not including the haters/ageists or ABC/D’ers). Whether you ship these two characters or not, you cannot deny the fact that they have an incredible bond with amazing chemistry. Even though we’ve never seen them become romantic, and even though their dialogue has been shit sometimes, Melissa and Norman steal the screen with their natural chemistry. AMC knows that, hence all the promos and the 8x01 hug and the ‘Carol hear’s Daryl’s bike and smirks knowingly’ (I’ll admit, I squealed out loud when I saw that). So what AMC might do is meet us halfway. As in, at the end of the war, Daryl and Carol do live together/near each other, and are always together, but the possible romantic/intimate side of their relationship is never disclosed.

In other words, give what the vast majority of the entire audience wants, which is Caryl scenes, and Caryl hanging out together and just being near each other and happy together. But all the while still keeping Daryl as a lone wolf so that they wouldn’t lose part of the DD fanbase that is all about the “hot bachelor”. In fact, I could see them creating both Daryl and Carol as the lone wolves of their group, and they naturally just stick together after the war but don’t take that final intimate step. B/c, honestly, I do believe that in regards to both Carol and Daryl, it’s either them together, or no one. That’s not a biased Caryl shipper opinion on my part, that’s from a writer’s/character’s perspective. There is no one else Daryl would be able to have a romantic relationship with other than Carol, and vice versa. It just wouldn’t work with anyone else, especially after their similar, harsh backstories.

Now, personally, I think it would be a horrible idea for AMC to dangle Caryl as much as they have without giving us something. And I also think it would be bad taste for them to have them ‘together’ but not intimately together, so my second theory is still not only the better option, but also the more likely option. Season 8 is the perfect time for them to go canon, even if it is by the end of the season. I want more than anything in the world for Daryl and Carol to be a couple, and I think it could be an incredible new character arc for both of them. AND US CARYLERS DESERVE NICE THINGS!!!... ehm... But unfortunately, I have to take into account the ppl who actually write, produce, and run the show... b/c we’re stuck with them and not these beautiful writers I see on tumblr.

2) This is a no brainer, Caryl goes canon by the end of the season. I say “by” b/c I really am not sure how they would go about it. Would they mirror the canon moment like Richonne, where they would have them kiss during 8x10 (like 6x10)? Would they have something happen during the mid season finale to keep people tuned in? Would they have it at the end of the season after the war’s over? I’m just not sure yet b/c the filming spoilers have been sub par at best.

But there are two ideas that I’ve fiddled around with that I like (although to be honest, I like any kind of Caryl canon ideas. I’m not picky AMC!!). The first one is the idea that we see the first steps in Daryl and Carol’s relationship after the war in the season finale (intimate hand holding, a shy first kiss, etc). At the same time, we’ll get flash forwards again, except Rick will see how Daryl and Carol’s relationship has blossomed after all the years that have passed by. Maybe we could see Daryl kissing Carol passionately in front of everyone like it’s no big business, or maybe even a sex scene in the future and showing how confident they both are b/c they’ve made love before (sigh).

Now fair warning on this second idea. I won’t say the spoiler, but I will be hinting at a MAJOR UNCONFIRMED SPOILER in this theory. Again, I won’t blab, but I will refer to it, so skip this paragraph if you don’t even want to hear references to it. Another theory of mine is that Caryl will go canon during the mid season finale b/c there’s a very big event that happens in the mid season finale/premiere. This event (if true) will shock TWD fandom to it’s core, and it’s something that AMC I’m sure knows would cause an uproar (again, if true). It’s so big that I seriously doubt Daryl or Carol will die this season b/c AMC wouldn’t be able to afford it. So for AMC to save face, they might have to give the fans something to cheer for the second half of the season b/c there might possibly be a boycott for TWD after mid season finale... yeah, it’s that bad.

Now like I said above, no matter what, I do believe that Daryl and Carol are soulmates and that they will stick together after the war no matter what. Everyone can agree that they should be together (whether in a platonic way or romantic). To me, just like with what both Mel and Norman have said before, Caryl is beyond a romantic or friendly relationship. You can’t label what they have b/c it’s one of the purest relationships I’ve ever seen on television. It has every type of relationship in one. The only label I would put on them is soulmates, b/c they really are each other’s half. They don’t feel complete without the other, and they feel at ease when they know the other is safe. Both of the actors agree that they’re the most important persons in their character’s lives, as well as the closest.

I know many ppl have gone over this but both Daryl and Carol have shown that they are each other’s exception. Daryl had the same fierce revenge during the 2nd half of season 7 as he does now in season 8. But the only time he was not willing to take an opportunity to kill the saviors was when it put Carol’s life in danger. Vice versa, Carol shooed everyone away from her creeptastic house... everyone except Daryl. He was the only one she invited in, the only one she hugged without hesitation, the only one that was able to make her laugh and smile for the first time in god knows how long. I know we’ve said this before, but 7x10 happened for a reason. It didn’t progress the main story line whatsofuckingever, yet TWD was willing to spend money to give the audience Caryl for basically half of an episode. Gee I wonder why.

I can go on about 7x10 and the significance of it but I’m pretty sure we’ve beaten that dead horse enough.

Does my first theory mean that I’ve lost hope in the Caryl ship? Of course not, it’s just speculation. I know others have said this before me, and I agree, I will not stop the hope for Caryl to go canon until one or both is dead. There is always a chance, and honestly, I think season 8 has the most potential for something to happen between them by the end of it. If one thing gives me comfort, it’s that Gimple does like Caryl. He knows it’s a big ship, and he plants easter eggs for it all the time. So if anything, he may even want Carol and Daryl to go canon too.

Also, after watching last night’s episode, it’s pretty much confirmed to me that Carzekiel isn’t going to happen. The sound of Daryl’s motorcycle gave Carol more joy than any time she was around Zeke. The mere rumbling of the motorcycle caused her to smile like she just got her favorite toy at christmas, despite just being shot at ruthlessly, and the threat of being eaten alive still looming over her. I’m sure Carol and Ezekiel will develop a good, close friendship, but in regards to romantic? I don’t think so.

Anyways, these are my thoughts. I still very much believe that Caryl is endgame, and that season 8 still looks promising to me. I think my first theory is still more likely to happen. Either way, I believe Caryl will wind up living together after the war, and I cannot wait for them to have nothing to stand in their way between them. No matter how intimate they become, they deserve to grieve, to heal, and to finally be happy again. And the happiest I have ever seen these two is when they are together.

Caryl on guys!

#caryl #caryl positivity #twd spoilers #carol peletier #daryl dixon

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nothing-personal-my-dear · 6 years

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Spartacus: Vengeance Rewatch - Episode 1: Fugitivus

Sex Scene: All of them. They went to a whorehouse.

“Cock”: 4

“Cunt”: 2

“Kill Them All”: 0 (I wonder if this is said at all in S2 or 3)

“Fucking Gaul”: 3

Slow motion Face Punch:0

Episode Name Dropped by: Aurelia

Memorable Death: Aurelia

Favourite Line: “We must stand as one, or fall divided.”

- This is the greatest way they could have introduced the new Spartacus actor. It was amazing.

- Spartacus facing down that horse is beautiful.

- AGRON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- DONAR!! =]

- He’s still throwing his bloody sword.

- I love that Donar has this axe thing, it’s awesome and sets him apart from the other gladiators.

- This beginning fight scene is so well done.

- Agron oh gosh. He’s so angry, so crazed by his grief. Everyone is so wary of him, but like he lost his brother. My poor baby.

- “I believe the man dead.” – the moment I fell in love with Donar and his bromance with Agron.

- I can always rely on Agron to say “cock”

- Spartacus has never really been a savage until right now when he carves a message into a dead guy’s chest. Seriously, wtf.

- I’m so in love with Agron’s necklace.

- Ha! Rome, it looks like it’s still being built. That’s hilarious.

- Pompey mention!

- What is with all those masks?! How fucking creepy.

- “Where youth plummets, maturity may soar.”

- As someone who hasn’t ever paid any interest in wars, all this undoubtedly historically accurate war talk is super boring.

- Everyone under the sun is named Marcus

- Varinius!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh man, seriously. Just, Brett Tucker is an Aussie actor that has been in basically everything! I can’t take him seriously.

- AND HE FUCKING SAID MONGRELS!

- Seriously this triangle between Ilithyia, Varinius, and Glaber is basically the entire subplot of S2.

- The one thing I get super bored of in Spartacus is men and their egos.

- Mira is literally in the sewers and she’s still a queen.

- Oh hey, the Veteran!

- The kid that says “I will kill many Romans” looks like Tyler Lockwood from Vampire Diaries.

- You can actually see Mira’s face fall when Aurelia comes into view. Like she knows that when Aurelia is around Spartacus can see no one else. It’s not a romantic thing, it’s a Varro thing.

- Agron and Donar bromance, I love it. Almost makes up for Duro’s death, almost.

- The Gauls are mostly comprised of New Zealanders – just an observation.

- I sometimes can’t believe that the gladiators treat the house slaves so poorly and sometimes don’t seem to give a fuck about any slaves still in chains.

- “Rabbits” - I still don’t understand this.

- Oh, Acer.

- Yessss Mira!!!!!

- Oh the showdown between the Gauls and the rest of the slaves is so intense and beautifully done.

- I really like that even with the new actor they still put all the same scars on him. Good job.

- Oh gosh. Mira loves Spartacus so much…..and S2 Spartacus clearly cares for her way more than he did in S1, but still. She deserves better.

- “I have proven troublesome to kill.”

- Gah, the thing with Spartacus in S2 is he cares more about killing Romans than protecting the other slaves. At least Mira and even Agron are there to pick up the slack.

- “I hear you wish to command my men.” – when I first heard this I thought it very antagonistic, like the fractions were splitting apart. But it’s more of Spartacus being the head honcho, and Crixus being a General that leads his own fraction but still reports to Spartacus. Warfare is not my thing but I’m learning.

- Yeah, because a curtain is going to give you so much privacy. Everyone can still hear you guys.

- “Did his blood bear fruit?”

- Trebius! Ah!

- Arena games!!! Oh how I miss you!

- Seppia really freaking frustrates me. She is so childish and has no idea the kinds of games she’s playing. She’s a fool.

- Seppius and Seppia are fucking right? That’s what they’re implying? A whole bunch of incest? I wanna hate it but I can see it.

- I don’t understand how the gladiator fights could be boring? Or how Batiatus’ gladiators could have made it more entertaining? You’re still watching two dudes kill each other.

- I haven’t even watch Star Wars but Oenomaus in that cloak gives me Jedi vibes.

- That guy in the alley gives me Pirates of The Caribbean vibes.

- On one hand whenever I see Oenomaus I’m like “Don’t hurt this precious baby.” But then again “Hell yes baby you kick their asses!”

- Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!! Arm bone through the skin!!!!!!! Shit! Knife through the eye!!!!! Ah! Right through the jaw!!!!! Oenomaus is such a badass!

- Aurelia talking about how much she wants to go back to Janis. Well, you shouldn’t have left him in the first place! Her pride was as foolish as any man’s.

- “That lopsided grin. Eye’s promising mischief. I’ve seen in many times, upon his father.” –seriously my shipper heart. Spartacus loved Varro, it’s canon.

- “I fell to love the crooked bend of Varro's lips long before the man himself.” “As did I.” – IT’S MOTHERFLIPPING CANON I TELL YOU.

- I mean Spartacus can be a kind man when he wants to. He’s just very single minded.

- Gotta give their art department props. Having a fake pregnant woman be naked, and it look real….like damn, they deserve a pat on the back.

- I am loving Ilithyia’s purple gown thing though, wowzah.

- Marcus Crassus mention again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “She was a fucking bitch” – I find that fucking hilarious.

- Agron said bleat! Goat reference! My shipper heart!

- Wow, Spartacus said “whores” somehow that’s more shocking than anything else on this show.

- I love Agron’s loyalty to Spartacus but I wish Spartacus would see it too. In this season and the next he kind of treats Agron like crap.

- “You had me at whores.” – I love Donar.

- “Avoid unnecessary risk.” Sparty, baby, do you realise who you talking to?!

- Loving the idea of Mira, Donar, and Agron planning behind Spartacus’ back. These are the people who want to protect the other slaves, not spend every day covered in Roman blood.

- “As are all things, in pursuit of a woman.” Gotta love the salty gay trope. Agron pulls it off swimmingly.

- “I will tell Janis of you. Of the man who loved his father above all others.” CANON. I really didn’t ship Spartacus and Varro this much the first time around.

- “I gave my word. Blood and Honour. It yet speaks to the man.” as said in S1.

- Gladiators in hoods is everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Woman with a massive dildo fucking a dude. Yep.

- Oh! I think this is the first penis shots we’ve had in a while.

- Guy on Guy sex. Well then. So much gay sex in this series, it’s glorious.

- The four guys throwing the girl around makes me super fucking uncomfortable, especially when you can hear her. She is so not enjoying this.

- Another memorable death = dude jerking off and just as he’s about to finish, gets a sword through his throat.

- It’s gotta suck so bad for all these guys that are dying with their dicks out. Especially that guy that got a sword right between the legs. Ouch.

- Never noticed but there’s a very very large woman in the whorehouse and a skinny guy on all fours in front of her. I’m so curious about what’s happening there.

- How many innocent body slaves died in this attack???

- Poor boy with cum all over his face.

- Trebius is so fucking disgusting. Peeing all over that girl.

- I get that this girl is probably horrendously traumatized but she really have to go and kill the only lead they had to Naevia.

- AGRON KICKING THE SHIT OUTTA TREBIUS COS HE SOLD HIM AND DURO TO BATIATUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahh my heart!

- I seriously hate Spartacus in this scene and it kind of tainted him for me. He’s telling Agron that he can’t kill Trebius as revenge for Duro, BUT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SPARTACUS IS DOING WITH GLABER! He’s such a fucking hypocrite!

- Crixus sticking his hand inside Trebius’ gut is so gross.

- I get that Glaber is angry at Ilithyia but she clearly has some PTSD that is triggered by that house and he’s forcing her to stay there. Not cool.

- OVER THE CLIFF!! Yes Ilithyia!

- There’s no logical reason for that mask to be there, except to provoke memories.

- Flashback penis.

- I never noticed but Ilithyia has a really big mouth.

- I honestly thought the figure was gonna be Spartacus, I was so surprised to see Lucretia.

- Lucretia being out of her freaking mind is magical. All the props to the actress.

- “What fragments her shattered mind yet holds.”

- Seriously, the male ego.

- Old woman slave = headcanon that she ran the whole Battiatus household. Also, that young boy slave is super attractive, how has Agron not noticed this?!?

- “Grab your fucking cock.” – oh wait, maybe he has! Ha!

- Foreshadow of Agron not thinking house/body salves are worth much. Ahhhhhhh how wrong he shall be ;)

- “We knew this day would come” SPARTACUS YOU MADE THIS DAY COME, YOU WROTE A FUCKING MESSAGE! Gah!

- Angry little lost boy. Agron is my fave if you can’t already tell.

- “That is no longer my title.” – poor baby.

- “There is but one place for an animal without honour.”

- Singleminded Spartacus is one of my least faves.

- I love how they take Lucretia way back to the drought, to before Spartacus killed Theokoles.

- I really love how in this show they show woman with pubic hair, COS IT’S FUCKING NATURAL and women shouldn’t have to shave because society tells them to.

- “Smashed upon the cliffs.” – foreshadowing!

- Argh! This leaning back shit women do during sex scenes on tv annoys the hell outta me. That move is done purely for the male viewers. For the women doing it, it’s really fucking awkward.

- “You bark as a dominus.” “Sheep stand idle if not prodded by snapping jaw.” – I love Agron and Donar moments.

- “Let us compare teeth and have answer.” – they are basically talking about comparing dick sizes right?????

- Lucretia with dark hair and wearing a purple dress. Goddess.

- “Do not shed fucking tear.”

- Fucking love that Lucretia is the one to spot Spartacus.

- Seppius rolling his eyes at Glaber. Me too, bro, me too.

- Ah the foreshadow of Glaber and Seppia. Yuck.

- The rebels coming to Spartacus’ aid. I love their loyalty.

- Seriously Donar and his axe.

- Agron picking up Aurelia and throwing her over his shoulder. It’s hilarious because she is so freaking tiny compared to him, and also cos he’s super gay and doesn’t understand females at all.

- Lucretia and Crixus seeing each other again is super powerful.

- MIRA with a “fucking Gauls.” Did not see that coming.

- “Do any of us hold fucking worth to you?”

- Mira’s little rant to Spartacus is all well and good, but did she have to be mean to Agron.

- The Spartacus and Crixus bromance is strong in S2.

- VENGEANCE NAME DROP.

- Agron looks so little, so small and young. My baby.

- I still fucking hate Aurelia.

- I do love that Agron was willing to go and fight Glaber because of Aurelia, someone he didn’t even seem to like at all.Baby’s got a heart.

- THE BEGINNING OF THE REBEL ARMY!!!!!!!!!!!YAAAAAS!

#spartacus #spartacus vengeance #vengeance #spartacus rewatch #season 2 #2x01 #fugitivus #crixus #agron #spartacus agron #donar #mira #aurelia #lucretia #ilithyia #glaber #naevia

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pineapplekeith · 6 years

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House Cat - Pt. 4

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Klance

Universe: Modern Earth/Fantasy

Rating: T (language)

Word Count: 3K+

Part: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ]

Summary: Werecats are hard to find outside of lab facilities now-a-days and Lance has had a suspicion that a small stray that comes by his house now and then is one when he noticed a new face around town around the same time. / Modern AU setting with werecats for fun and seriousness now and then. Klance heavy with Garrison Trio and maybe some more ships making an appearance later on.

A/N: So far, this has been well liked on AO3 and FF so I decided to post the full parts on here. Links to AO3 and FF are on my story blog @kal-i-ka-stories

Over by the television, Lance was in the middle of winning his third game against the game’s computer system. Once the screen announced his victory, his phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him that he had a new text message. Lance glanced at the time on the cable box. It’s too late to be mamá or pops. He then looked over his shoulder. Seeing that everyone was busy with something, Lance dug through his jacket pocket for his phone.

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Unknown Number: You weren’t home. We need to talk. -Keith

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Cold.

Keith peeked out from under his covers. He squinted his eyes when the light from the rising sun peeking through the plastic on his apartment windows hit his face. He then fully crawled out from under his covers and stretched out his legs and back. He sat down on his bed and scratched at his ear before grooming himself.

Down below he could hear a door slam and soon after, someone was banging at his floor from the lower level. “Wake up kid! We open in two hours and you need to get down here and clean. You better hurry or you won’t get any breakfast!”

Yeah, I know.

He then sat still on his bed and concentrated for a bit. Once he opened his eyes, the cold of the room hit his body like knives. “Yeah, I’m up! I’ll be down in a minute!” Keith yelled back as he raised his arms and stretched his back. He flinched as his foot touched the cold hardwood, but he pushed through and got ready for the day.

Keith’s one room apartment was just that. A one room apartment. There were two doors on either side of the room, one leading down stairs to the shop below and the other being the main entrance that lead to a staircase outside. He had a twin-size bed in one corner with a night stand next to it. There was a small table over by the half kitchen in the corner across from the bed with only one chair tucked underneath. There was another door across from the kitchen that led to a bathroom that just contained the bare minimum to make the space livable and next to it in a corner was a standard size dresser. The windows in the room over looked the beach from across the street, but the view wasn’t much since the sky always looked gloomy this time of year. Then again, Keith couldn’t fully see the view since putting plastic up on his window to block out the cold air.

Keith quickly went through his morning routine and put on a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and his usual pair of sneakers. He grabbed his red jacket off the back of the chair at his kitchen table before walking down stairs to the shop. The shop wasn’t much to look at, just like his upstairs apartment. After Keith walked through the door at the end of the tunnel of stairs he was met with a dull, sad nautical themed restaurant that was clearly just getting by. He turned to walk behind the bar and grabbed a broom to start his opening chores.

“About time. I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming down.” The owner of the shop said from the grill. The smell of sausage and eggs filled the area around him.

“Sorry, had a hard time finding something clean to wear.” Keith lied. He just didn’t hurry because he knows it doesn’t take him two hours to open the shop like it did his boss before he started working there.

“Whatever. Dirty or not, it’ll still smell like fish at the end of the day with the sea-salts we get in here.” The owner said, not really caring for Keith’s excuse. “Hurry and finish so I can feed you. Mother found out that I forgot some of your lunches at home and got mad at me when they turned out to be bad.” Even though the owner seemed tough around the edges, he did care enough about Keith to give him a place to stay and work, but his wife cared a bit more. His boss would always complain about how his wife would always scold him about not feeding Keith enough. Keith did agree with her on that, but werecat naturally ate more than humans to replace the energy lost when shifting. But he couldn’t say that, it would give himself away and he probably would end up back at a lab, so he ate whatever his boss thought was enough. “Oh, and here’s your allowance,” the owner said as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill and put it on the bar for Keith. “I still don’t understand why she insist on giving it to you. I already pay and feed you and you don’t go out like a normal kid your age so I don’t know what you’ll do with it.”

“Don’t know, but thanks.” Keith mumbled as he continued to sweep the floor of the shop. His boss did have a point, Keith didn’t really go out and only used a fraction of his allowance and pay for a small amount of groceries. But he did have a plan for the left-over money. After moving in, Keith knew that he couldn’t live above the shop forever. He’s still missing the important stuff he would need to be treated like a normal person and live a normal life on the outside. Keith still needed to get the proper forms of identification before he could even think about moving to a new place or a new town and the only way to do that was to pay for it.

“Well, over the years, I’ve just learned to just shut my mouth and let her do what she wants. With the kids and grandkids having their own lives, she’s probably just happy to have someone she can spoil, whether I like it or not.”

So, the old man actually has kids. Didn’t know that.

Keith finished sweeping up the shop and then went to take the chairs off the tables after picking up his allowance from the bar. The morning just continued quietly. Keith finished setting up the shop, ate what he thought was a small breakfast with his boss, and then unlocked the door and set up the outside of the shop.

“Hey Keith, Val has you working this early again?” Someone called out from behind Keith as he was writing the day’s seafood special on the blackboard stand.

Keith looked behind him to see a small group of the usual fishermen that would come by the shop in the morning. “Yeah, it’s like this every morning,” Keith responded as he went back to finish writing on the board.

“That old bastard needs to let you be a kid occasionally.” The head of the group said before they walked in.

I never was one so why be one now. Keith thought to himself as he set up the chalkboard. He then walked in and went behind the bar. The men were already seated at the bar and Keith’s boss was cooking their usual breakfast orders on the grill. Keith tied his hair back in a small ponytail before gathering up three coffee mugs. “Black, two shots of milk, and a pack of sugar and a shot of cream, right?” Keith ask as he walked over to the coffee station behind the bar.

“Val, you need to give the kid a raise.” One of the men said, amazed at Keith’s memory with how they all liked their coffee.

“I already pay him and Ellie keeps giving him an allowance. He’s good.” Val responded as he continued cooking.

“Ok, then give him a day off.”

“Yeah Val. The closest he gets to a day off is when its slow and you close early.”

“He doesn’t need a day off.” Val responded, getting a little annoyed with his customers’ badgering. “Keith working here is how he’s paying rent. Besides, he doesn’t mind it. Do you kid?”

“Not at all.” Keith said as he finished making the coffees and brought them over to the guest.

“See, he’s fine. Now leave him alone or you jackasses aren’t getting food.” Val said, ending the conversation.

The fishermen decided to leave the conversation there, all three of them still finding it funny to pick on Val’s nerves. The morning continued with Val talking to the three men about how their business on the water was going and Keith just staying out of the way and keeping himself busy. The shop was always slow, with most of the customers being the local sea-salts on that side of town and the older population of the town that would stop by during their morning walks. It would sometimes get a different clientele in the afternoons, but it was usually just people who were wondering by or curious about what was inside the building. Keith and his boss had a system that they kept to everyday. Keith would clean and take the orders in the dining area and handle all the drinks while Val would only worry about his loyal customers at the bar and the grill. It was an unfair balance of work, but it was one that Keith agreed to and didn’t mind doing.

“Hey kid, get out here and work,” Val yelled out through the small window in the wall between the shop and back room.

Keith was in the back washing a few dishes that were left by his last group of customers. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was already the afternoon; random stragglers were starting to come in. “Coming,” Keith yelled back as he started to dry his hands. Once he walked out, Keith grabbed his notepad off the edge of the bar and scanned the room for the new patron.

Shit.

Over at one of the tables by the window was a group of teenagers around Keith’s age, which was a strange thing to have in the shop. But sitting at the table with the small group was the last person Keith wanted to see. Lance was sitting by the window and looked to be uninterested in his friends’ conversation while he looked out at the unimpressive view. Keith tried to keep himself together as he walked over to the table, hoping that Lance wouldn’t notice him and say something.

“Are you all ready?” Keith asked as he walked up to the table, getting his notepad ready. Just like the rest of the customers that Keith would wait on, the first two people to order were just a blur to him as he wrote down their orders.

“I would like to have a milkshake please.” One of the teens said as she read over the menu.

Keith looked up at her and instantly got a chill down his spine. She smells weird. Keith thought to himself as he looked at the girl for a moment before writing down her request. He didn’t understand why she gave him a chill, she didn’t look threatening. But he knew it wasn’t a good one and needed to keep his distance.

“Lance what are you getting?” The guy sitting next to Lance asked him as he bumped his shoulder.

Keith kept his head down, hoping that not making eye contact would make Lance notice him less.

“I’ll just have a milkshake.”

Keith then quickly turned away and walked back to the bar before Lance could finish his sentence. Out of all the places him and his friends could come to, why come all the way out here? Keith thought to himself as he walked over to hand Val the order that he just took. He then walked over to his drink station and got to work, thinking that the quicker they were served, the quicker they would leave.

“Hey,” Lance said in a hushed tone.

Shit!

“Go away.” Keith said sternly as he topped off the two sodas that were ordered.

“So you did notice me.” Lance said with a slight bounce in his voice.

Keith cut his eyes up at him for a moment, annoyed to see Lance’s smirk. “I’m working, go away.” He warned again, getting irritated with Lance’s pestering.

Keith walked over to the small fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and the tub of ice cream from the freezer. He could feel Lance watch him and he put the ingredients for the milkshakes together in the blender. “How have you been?” Just fine. Now shut up. “You just left and then never came back so I’ve been a bit worried.” Don’t be. I’m not your damn cat. Now shut it! “I haven’t told anyone you know.” Who would believe you if you did? Keith then turned on the blender, running it a bit longer than what was needed just to enjoy the moment of Lance’s silence. Keith stopped the blender and then went to grab two cups to pour the milkshake mixture in. “You said you came over to be fed and get warm, right?” What other reason was there? “Well,” Lance then reached behind the bar to grab something, “if you want to come over again, just let me know. You can come by however you want.”

Keith continued to pour the milkshakes into Styrofoam cups before looking at what Lance was holding. He was holding out a napkin that he had picked up from behind the bar and Keith could see a series of numbers written on it. That seemed to really strike a chord in Keith. He looked at Lance before snatching the napkin out of his hand and threw it in the small trashcan behind him. “I told you to forget what happened. I’m not a charity case. I don’t need to be pitied. Leave me alone.” Keith tried his hardest to keep his cool while saying that. For most of his life, he didn’t have one. And even though the one he had now wasn’t perfect, it was his and he was not going to have someone pity him. Even though the old man and his wife took him in out of pity, they were at least making him work for his bed and figure things out on his own. All they were to Keith were his landlords and bosses. They never gave him serious handouts and Keith respected them for that.

After feeling that he made his point across, Keith then grabbed the milkshakes and put them on a small tray with the other drinks and walked around the bar with them. Leaving Lance behind to take in what he said. He dropped off all the drinks at the table and instantly turned to walk back to the bar, Lance bumping his shoulder as they passed each other. What are you, a child? Keith thought to himself as he looked back at Lance before going to the back to finish his dishes.

Keith tried to stay in the back as much as he could while Lance and his friend were in the shop. Luckily, they didn’t need anything after Keith dropped off their two food orders and he was able to just wait on the usual customers he and Val would get each day. “Hey kid, you have empties,” Val called out through the window, telling Keith that one of his tables were empty. He finished washing the few coffee mugs he had in the sink and put them on the rack to dry before walking out. The shop was completely empty at this point, with the only table that needed clearing was the one that Lance and his friends were at. Keith grabbed the dish bin from behind the bar and headed toward the table to clear it. For a table full of teens, it was surprisingly clean. The plates were already stacked for Keith and they even left a tip behind for him. Keith put the dishes that were on the table in the bin and collected the tip, finding a piece of paper with a note written on it under the bills.

‘You should really give my friend a chance. He’s really a nice guy. At least be friends with him. You look like you need some.’

Underneath the note was a phone number that looked like the one that Lance wrote earlier. Keith reread the note a couple of times, trying to figure out which of Lance’s friend was watching their conversation earlier and wrote it. He noted that it didn’t smell like the one friend that gave him a chill, so at least that narrowed it down a bit. Keith then decided to give up on the mystery and shoved the money and the note in his pocket with the rest of his tips from the day. He quickly wiped down the table and walked back to the bar to collect any other dishes that he needed to wash.

“I don’t know what happened between you and that guy from earlier, but at least I see that you actually meet people outside of here now and then.” Val called out when Keith got to the bar. He was busy scrubbing the grill top clean, using the moment to his advantage so he could close early.

“He was just an idiot that bugs me. It won’t happen again.” Keith explained as he collected some dishes that were used during the early dinner period.

“I’m not complaining. I know I didn’t show it this morning, but I really do worry about you isolating yourself here. Seeing that happen today was actually refreshing.” Val was a master at hiding his emotions, something he had learned with age, but when he did admit that he was interested in something, that was worth noting. “If you ever want a day off to go and meet people or just get away from here, just let me know. But don’t do it too often,” he said as he pointed the scrub brush at Keith. “I’m old and still need help here. I can’t easily lift those chairs forever.”

“Understood sir.”

“Good.” Val went back to cleaning the grill. “Go ahead and take everything to the back. The guys told me this morning that everyone would be out tonight collecting their traps. Go ahead and lock the door and I’ll count down the till when I’m done.”

Keith nodded his head and started to collect every dish that he usually washed at night that was behind the bar. Closing the shop was just like running it. Keith would wash all the dishes, wipe off the bar and tables, sweep and mob the floor, and make sure everything was stocked while all Val did was clean the grill and count the register and half the tips with Keith. It looked unfair on the surface, but it was manageable for the two and Keith was just fine with it since he always seemed to finish when Val was ready to split the tips. When Keith pulled out the tips he collected form his pocket, he found the note that was left for him mixed in with the money. He found himself reading the note again a few times before putting it back in his pocket before Val could say anything about it. The shop never really received tips before Keith started working there. It started with some of Val’s friends giving Keith a few extra bills as their apology that he was working there. But soon, it became a usual thing that everyone that visited the shop did before leaving. At first Keith would keep it all since it was all usually left for him, but when Val suggested that they start splitting it, he didn’t mind at all and agreed to it so he could stay on good terms with his landlord/boss.

“I’ll see you early tomorrow morning. A lot of the guys will be coming in for breakfast before going out to reset their traps.” Val said as he went to lock the door.

“See you then.” Keith waved as his boss left through the shop entrance, locking the door behind him. He then went up to his apartment through the shop entrance. Once in his room, Keith didn’t bother to turn on the lights and just went straight to his bed. The day was a complete blur, apart from one vivid moment. The slight change in his routine was a bit exhausting for Keith, but at least it was different from the usual gray days that he would have. He then got up from his bed and walked over to the kitchen space of his apartment. He grabbed a bottle of a sports drink out of his small fridge and then turned on the lights. He sat at his kitchen table and dug out the money he had earned that day from his pocket. His stomach growled as he counted the money. Compared to how much he was fed at the lab, Keith practically had only eaten one meal that day. He usually wouldn’t be so hungry if he didn’t shift much, but with the cold weather setting in he was practically burning more energy than usual when he slept in his feline form.

After counting his earnings from the day, Keith instantly separated his allowance from the total and folded up the rest of the money. He walked over to the nightstand by his bid and pulled the drawer open. Inside was a small money box that his boss had given him instead of throwing it away. Keith opened the money box and inside was everything he had collected over the few months of working for Val. He had enough to get some of the things he needed to live a normal life, but still not enough to really be out on his own. He put the money he earned inside and put the box back in its hiding spot.

Keith’s stomach growled again. He went back to his kitchen and reopened the fridge. There wasn’t much food inside, only a few minor things that wouldn’t fill him up. He looked back over at the table at his allowance that was taken out of his savings. I guess I’m going to the bar tonight. Keith thought to himself as he picked up the money, revealing the note that was left for him by one of Lance’s friends. He picked up the note and read it again, trying to figure out which of the friends were watching him and Lance talk at the bar and wrote the note. His mind then singled in on the one friend that gave him a chill. She looked nice enough, but the warning his senses gave him about her made him worry. Keith had always dealt with shady characters after he started working at the shop, but none of them gave him a frightening chill like she did. He then broke out of his thoughts and shoved the money and the note in his jacket pocket and headed for the main door to leave his apartment.

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Where the hell is he?

Keith was standing outside of Lance’s window, annoyed that he wasn’t home even though it was almost midnight. He swore that he would never come back after what happened between them, but he kept thinking about how Lance’s friend gave him a bad feeling and just ended up at his house.

I’m probably overthinking this. Keith thought to himself as he started to walk out of the alley and back to where he wanted to go in town. But something about her just bugged me. Maybe I should say something? But then that idiot would just tell me I’m crazy or something. Keith kept fighting with himself over what he should do. He soon reached a park and decided to sit down for a moment and really think about what he should do.

Keith pulled out his phone and the note and just stared at them. If I talk to him, I know he won’t believe me. But then again, he might just have a brain and listen to me.

Keith debated over what he should do for a bit longer. Then he made his decision.

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Me: You weren’t home. We need to talk. -Keith

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Keith waited for a bit, thinking that he was stupid to text Lance this late. When he started to think he wouldn’t get a reply, his phone vibrated to alert that he had a new message.

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Unknown Number: I’m at a friend’s house. What do you want?

Me: I need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me somewhere?

Unknown Number: I thought you told me to leave you alone?! Why the hell would I give you any more of my time?

Me: Can you stop being a drama queen and just come out and meet me?! This is serious! After we’re done, we can go our separate ways.

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Keith’s phone was silent for what seemed like forever.

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Unknown Number: Where at?

Me: You know where Rufus’s Bar is?

Unknown Number: Yeah.

Me: I’m heading over there now. Meet me there.

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Keith then got up from his seat at the park and stuffed his phone back in his pocket and headed toward where he wanted to go at the beginning of the night.

#house cat fic #klance fic #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #my story #mine

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jupiterlightning · 7 years

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Faust for the OC thingie because I love this bitch eue

>w> I have a few others to do that I was sent before Faust but he’s right at the front of my brain atm. God, even irl he’s being selfish and taking up my time. 100% bitch ewe

OC meme! (this is gonna be a long one ewe)

Full Name: Arden FaustGender and Sexuality: Male, bisexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: Human, Mexican heritage and a mix of other things most likely (hard to tell in these post apocalyptic settings innit. Maybe some Italian too).Birthplace and Birthdate: Mohave desert, within the Legion. Guilty Pleasures: He is a man free of morals and empathy, though he’s rather good at pretending, but has a sadistic streak a mile wide when not undercover and trying to conceal himself within his role as a frumentarius. He’ll gladly apply any number of horrible things to people, and possibly animals too if he’s pissed enough, to make himself feel better. What’s a person worth any way? Jack shit if it’s not him (or Caesar). Proving you’re better than someone by breaking them is rather restorative.

He liked being given things by others back in the Legion though, and laying about with his varying treasures wasn’t exactly above him, gladly trading sexual favours (though obv. this is punishable by death in the Legion >> if it wasn’t so common) for material wealth and objects from higher ranking individuals and enjoying showing off said things to all the other lame, poor people he was surrounded by outside of the frumentarii

Years after leaving the Legion to track down the traitor, Magnus, he got into a rut of sorts and ended up taking chems to keep himself going. Pathetically addictive personality aside, it became a habit but allowed a little high in a fucking terrible set of circumstances for him. He currently needs to not be seen as an addict, really, and has managed to wean himself off them and onto cigarettes instead, not that trading one addiction for another is much better.

Phobias: The fear of losing his looks was a big one, a little less so now but a lot when he was younger. As his appearance gained him so much, he was secretly afraid of losing it, be it by being wounded on a mission or something. Probably a little too over the top about losing it. Who knows, Faust, maybe a scar or two would have looked rugged? >_>

These days he’s a fraction less worried, having had to concentrate on chasing Magnus and not dying, over a lot else, as well as securing himself food and shelter and such for so long. He had to give up on being quite so paranoid about it after a while, as he didn’t have any choice but to continue on, regardless of what happened.

He also fears what awaits him back with the Legion once he slays Magnus and returns to Caesar. He hasn’t been that way for a long time. What’s even happened over there? What’s happened to all his stuff?

What They Would Be Famous For: He was well known in the Legion as a highly considered frumentarius, possibly second only to Vulpes Inculta within the frumentarii ranks. His unusually beautiful appearance was well known about among a lot of the Legion, as was his ability to track down and brutally murder deserters and run away slaves. His cruelty and efficiency were commendable, and if something particularly troublesome came up, it was clear to a lot of people who to ask to go after someone. His favour with Caesar was well noted by those of rank.

In the Brotherhood he is considered a respectable drill sergeant who doesn’t allow for nonsense, other than that, he’s fairly unknown, by his own choosing as he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Depends entirely on who’s doing the arresting honestly. Any normal society would have him gone faster than you can say ‘murder-happy’.

OC You Ship Them With: None. Too self involved for any kind of actual, meaningful relationship beyond sex (again, unless pretending for the sake of a mission. He’d be fine with pretending to care for someone, only to cast them aside once the mission was complete).

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Well, hi there Magnus… If anyone is going to end up killing Faust, it’s Magnus and who can blame him? He’s known well from the start that Faust didn’t have to really earn much of what he had other than being a pretty face, and now he’s cross the entire country after years upon years to track him down and kill him, perfect excuse to take him out first, right?

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Can read, chooses not to.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Probably just hates goodie-two-shoes types.Talents and/or Powers: He’s incredibly good at manipulating people and using his appearance to win people over or sway them. He’s not afraid to bribe, and as mentioned before, use his body to win favour with others, especially back in the Legion. That, after all, got him the position he had, and the comfortable life he enjoyed.

Not to say he’s entirely without other merits. He’s a good close combat fighter, and favours fighting with blades and short swords, but also handy unarmed. Though not a big man, he’s tightly muscled and speedy. He’s not so keen on shooting but is adequate.

He’s a skilled tracker, and gatherer of information, finally catching up to his mark after many, many years of tracing him across the US, and finally finding him with the Brotherhood of Steel aboard the Prydwen on the East Coast. His tracking skills are perfectly good for following trails of all kinds, and he’s good at looking after himself out in the wasteland.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He was considered beautiful when he was younger and favoured highly for his looks. Over a decade later, he’s still attractive as heck (though a bit more lined from the years), something he knows damn well and uses to his advantage. Someone might love him because he’s made them love him, manipulated them into thinking they do. He had no use for love or attachment, only going through the motions to make people give him what he wants, or do as he pleases.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Mainly because he’s an arrogant, selfish bitch who doesn’t care about anyone except himself and Caesar (and maybe respects Vulpes Inculta), and even then Caesar because he’d put his head on a spike or flay him alive or something if he didn’t. He is cruel and merciless, narcissistic beyond measure. Really, really hard to like this guy if you’re not shallow and judge him only by his appearance.

How They Change: Physically, he’s aged over his long chase of Magnus and that seriously pisses him off. He’s become incredibly bitter and angry at the hand he’s been dealt and his initial elation at being asked to chase down the big time traitor has turned into resentment and hatred of Magnus, far beyond the dislike he felt before, at having his comfortable life taken away in place of this shit show he’s having to wade through to keep track of him. He’s very on edge these days and things piss him off a lot more quickly.

Equally though, he’s better at controlling said rage when it occurs. He’s had to adapt and learn to channel it away from anything suspicious, exchanging the brutal torture and killing of the Legion in front of all that wished to bare witness, to taking his anger out in less vicious and obvious ways. If he feels so much anger he needs to physically lash out, he’ll control himself until he’s next off duty and disappear for a while into the Wasteland. Self control is a trait he dislikes, but appreciates the use of.

Why You Love Them: Sometimes you just gotta love a bad guy. Sometimes you just gotta love a whiny, self-centered lil’ bitch who thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread and wants everyone to appreciate how wonderful he is. He’s a nice contrast to some of my other OCs and has gotten so much damn character development the last week or so. xD

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