#she isnt even watching how to get away with murder

[mejomonster]

Truly So many people I grew up looking up to were bi, fucking big yikes that my family still lied and insisted bi people weren't real until I was 17 learned to find bi educational sites and learned that was a big fucking lie to keep me from loving myself I fucking guess

#rant #this includes my mom. who on dating history and ppl loved is definitely bi she just thinks 'bi isnt real' so anyone #who likes a different gender is straight in her mind even if they like ALL gwnders #which i think is a reflection of whatever biphobia she went thru but annoying it hit me by extension :/ #but yeah like. even outside of obvious bi figures #my parents would watch Star Trek The X Files The Rocky Horror Picture Show Rebel Without A Cause #play Prince Freddy Mercury Madonna #like. thats queer culture Babey. i went to a Queer theater play last month #and the waiting playlist was all songs i knew every line to from childhood #david bowie. marilyn monroe. like?? some like it hot. like??? #and then now that im an adult my mom is still usually the FIRST to recommend me queer western stuff #shell be like How to Get Away With Murder! Black Sails! The 100! Orphan Black! Lost Girl! Jennifers Body! #like? wild to me she lied and told me bi didnt exist growing up #meanwhile literally everything she watches just kinda requires u to accept basic premise bi people are explicitly real and the leads #TORCHWOOD. we both love the FUCK out of torchwood and bi jack harkness (duh hes like us for fucks sake) #like. is it really any wonder they had a queer kid when why the hell wouldnt i turn out just like them #thwy coulda looked in the fucking mirror and went Oh

[gay-dorito-dust]

this isnt thag detailed but can i request percy jackson x reader (platonic) where they first meet (as well as with annabeth since she was with him at the time I think) for the first time in the labyrinth and turns out reader is percy’s older half sibling? if not that, then just maybe general headcanons of percy having an older half sibling

I’ll probs just do the head-cannon for this one. 🦦

The moment Percy found out that you were his half sibling, the relief that came with no longer having to have an entire cabin with the low grey walls to himself would follow.

As it would ultimately meant he was finally freed from soul crushing loneliness he’s felt ever since being claimed after beginning to get use to the warmth and liveliness of that of the Hermes Cabin.

Seeing those empty bunks taunted and mocked him every waking moment, serving as a reminder that no matter how powerful of a Demi-god you were, you were no more helpless against the grim reality of being a forbidden child of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon.

However with this revelation came the urge to protect his newfound family and with that came moments of tension, especially the ones where Percy tended to forget that you were capable -if not more- in taking care of yourself when it mattered most, seeing as Percy had a tendency to put himself at the forefront of danger if it meant protecting the people who mattered so dearly to him; You being one of those very people he’d gladly act in reckless abandon in favour for your safety.

You hated this about him as no matter how long you’ve met him for, you weren’t going to stand by and willingly let your little brother place himself in dangerous situations for you.

Loyalty maybe his fatal flaw, your fatal flaw on the other hand was devotion.

Devotion to your family, your friends and loved ones, so much so to the point when you’d sacrifice everything for them, even if it was to your own detriment and eventual downfall, as long as they were safe and happy nothing else mattered.

Percy would go to war for you and you would happily go to war for him tenfold.

You; don’t do anything stupid till I get back.

Percy: how can I? you’re taking all the stupid with you.

You: jerk

Percy: bitch

If you were to ever have a crush on someone or someone starts making moves on you, fucking watch out cuz little bro Percy had a few choice words for ‘em and is hellbent on knowing their intentions with his older sibling. You deserve the best but in Percy’s eyes, not many people make the final cut.

However his interrogations were equal parts hilarious and embarrassing for you for multiple reasons but after the first few times you’ve told him off for doing so, you’ve given up and just let him act as though his words would sway anything into his favour, you could always just sneak out and meet them elsewhere; preferably away from any body of water but primarily the lake where you knew Percy and yourself would often frequent when in need of feeling closer to the one thing connecting you to your father.

But on this occasion, you severely underestimated your little brother.

You; Percy get out of the lake, people are begging to stare.

Percy: not until the sibling stealer behind you stops flirting. *he says whilst standing knee deep in the canoe lake, ready to super soak someone to the bone.*

You, groaning as you looked over at Luke who looked about ready to use you as a shield again your own brother, sending him an apologetic smile; I’m sorry about my IDIOTIC BROTHER, he tends to severely overreact, especially over the little things.

Percy, hands on his hips, staring at Luke murderously: who are you talking about, I don’t overreact. I just want to talk to him. Here. in the water. Where I have full dominion over.

You: I have full dominion over the water too fuckhead and like hell I’d let you interrogate him.

Percy, whilst still looking at Luke before walking off to find Grover and or Annabeth; you’re lucky enough to live another day.

Much like any sibling dynamic you take the piss out of each other but the moment someone else thinks it’s cool to do so also, it’s game over for them as an temporary alliance between you two is formed to defeat a common enemy before going back to taking the piss out of one another as per usual.

You: you’re such a sore looser fish breath

Percy: says you coral for brains

Some random camper; yeah, coral for brains.

You and Percy looking at the random camper; the fuck did you just say? Would you care to repeat or start running.

Random camper; *sweats and runs away as though they’ve just shit themselves.*

I think I’ve went on long enough but all in all, Percy was just ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

#pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series #Percy Jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fan fiction

[razcina]

i’ll be there // Ch. 1(?)

sam carpenter x fem!reader - masterlist

Samantha Carpenter struggles with her new life in NYC, not having much of a purpose other than to be the protector of her friends and family, and to attend therapy for feeling like an absolute psychopath and having the whole word view her as such. With all of her vices, will Sam be able to open her heart and let someone in?

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!! not proof-read, will edit. english isnt my first language haha

Sam had hoped moving to New York in an attempt to escape the trauma Woodsburo had brought, and so Tara and her friends could pursue their education would have lessened the constant paranoia and hateful looks she received, but if anything it only worsened.

News of the Woodsburo murders, and of Samantha Carpenter’s relations to the infamous Billy Loomis had spread all throughout the country, including stories of how the proclaimed “final girl” was the reason for the murders in the first place, and how she must carry the evil spirit of her father. Despite the constant speculation and sick rumors, Sam didn’t let any of it affect her.. atleast not publicly.

Afterall, the older Carpenter was preoccupied with keeping her younger sister, Tara safe, Something Tara personally hated. She understood Sams intentions, especially given the horrors they went through together back home, but all she wanted was freedom from all of this mess, and stubborn as ever, Tara would pull away from her sisters grasps whenever she could.

This once again led to Sam standing against the wall of some fraternity party swigging a bottle. Her eyes scanning the crowds of drunk college kids making sure Tara, aswell as her friends, Mindy, Chad, and Anika, weren’t making any stupid decisions. She’s incredibly focused, and any normal person would see her scowl and defensive stance and make the smart decision to back away. It’s what Sam expects, not opposed in the slightest as shes never been much of a social person. Thus, when she catches glimpse of a figure slip around her out of the corner of her eye, she startles, nearly dropping her drink.

Sam stands tall at around 5’9, so she barely notices when a shorter figure appears right beside her, looking up at her with a piercing gaze.

She looks down at the petite woman next to her. Normally, she wouldnt pay this person any mind, especially one this short and unthreatening looking, But she still stares, wondering how she even got there. she crosses her arms over her chest and takes a drink from her own bottle

“Watch where youre going”

Sam mutters, looking back up

The woman’s eyes narrow, but she masks a sly playful expression, contrasting sams gruff scowl.

“Why assume i didnt mean to come over here?”

Sam assumes this is just another person who had seen her on the news, eyeing her up and down, trying not to roll her eyes. This girl couldnt be the killer, but considering her size she seems too small to do any real damage. Sam grumbles.

“Why are you lookin at me?”

The other girl shrugs, leaning against the wall next to Sam and sipping on her own drink.

“Didn’t know it was illegal to stare at people scowling in a corner at a frat party”

Sam rolls her eyes

“Its not, i just don’t understand what you want from me”

The other girl shrugs again, speaking in a nonchalant tone

“To get to know you, you seem interesting”

Frowning little and tilting her head, Sams curiosity is getting the better of her, but not to the point shes gonna go and trust this girl and spill her darkest secrets. Shes always on edge, so even a slight tone change makes her suspicious. so she tries to keep her rough tone, but its not working.

“What about me?”

“i dont know.. why dont you tell me?”

The woman whispers, leaning against the wall next to sam, who is desperately trying to keep watching her friends and tara, but failing and getting distracted.

Sam eyes the short girl and swishes the alcohol in her bottle, suspicion spiking now and though she is trying not to, she is failing at trying to continue her grumpy attitude. Shes got her hand wrapped around the pepper spray on her keychain, just incase this girl tries anything, but she just stares, wondering why she even cares.

“I dont know? im.. just me”

The woman smiles shyly, shrugging

“thats oka-“

Before she finishes her sentence, some drunk guys rush past, pushing sam and her possible new friend aside roughly, Sam nearly drops her drink, and y/n is pushed right against sam. The taller woman groans in annoyance at the sudden impact, when she gets herself back together, she realizes the other stands fitting right under sams arm against her, seeming startled.

Sam hisses and looks down, noticing the woman stands right underneath her arm. if anything, shes startled as well. She cant help it though and her arms and hands instinctively wrap around y/n’s waist as she keeps her in place as well as protecting her from the crowd. Shes never protected someone before, other than her younger sister, but it was her instinct to grab this stranger by her waist. Sam doesnt know how she let this happen, but now this girl is pressed right up against her, and shes surprised that she didnt push her away yet. Normally she wouldnt be okay with someone touching her and would distance herself, but even though she seems annoyed and disgruntled, she doesnt move away. Instead Sam just keeps her arm around this girl, the pepper spray key chain hanging down as her hand rests on the shorter womans back. Shes a lot closer to her than she had anticipated.

The girls eyes widen slightly and she lets out a soft “oh-“ when sam grabs her to keep her standing. y/n sees the pepperspray out of the corner of her eye but seems not to react, instead getting distracted by sams toned biceps and overall upper body, a faint blush creeping onto her face. Sam is immediately confused with herself and gets the instinct to back away. sam didnt come here to make friends, shes here to watch and protect Tara and her existing friends.

She seems to snap out of her instincts and realized she held the girl a bit longer than she should have. She tries not to stare too hard at the smaller woman, though her curiosity and intrigue continues to grow. she doesnt push the girl away and looks away as she puts one hand on her drink and looks off to the side, clearing her throat

“you alright?”

Sam asks with a gentle voice she didnt expect to come out of her. shes usually loud, and rude, shes surprised by the softness to her tone.

“y-yeah..”

y/n mumbles, still blushing as she watches sams hand slowly leave her waist.

“thank you..”

Sam raises an eyebrow at y/n. She didnt know if she was actually okay, but shes not gonna ask again, Keeping one hand on her drink as she crosses her arms over her chest again. Shes still watching y/n, though in the corner of her eye, as shes back to keeping a close watch on her Tara, among other friends she’s looking out for.

“hm. youre welcome.”

“whats your name?”

y/n blurts out suddenly, unsure of a better time to ask

Sam looks back at the girl and narrows her eyes into slight suspicion again. She never really liked giving out her info, especially during this era. But.. for some reason she caves, shrugging and then leaning back against the wall.

“Sam. Your name?”

“y/n”

She responds, leaning against the wall next to sam, having to look up to talk to her

“Hi Sam..”

Sam just lets out a short hum as a response. Its unusual for sam to feel this way around someone, not so on edge as she usually is.

She just keeps a close eye on everything around her, mainly Tara and co, but y/n was slightly distracting.

y/n tilts her head, the playful glint returning to her hazel eyes

“What, am I not interesting enough for you to look at?”

Sam looks at y/n, raiseing an eyebrow with a flat look.

“I was watching everything, and youre included. So yes. youre interesting enough”

She just takes a sip from her drink, trying to keep her tone even.

“You seem distracted”

Sam mumbles something in response but y/n doesnt catch it, squinting at the tall girl instead.

“Okay.. so what are you doing here if you dont like parties? No ones forcing you to be here you know.. you dont seem like a party person.”

“..yeah. I have to watch my friends and sister.”

she takes another sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off the crowd as she does so.

y/n tilts her head

“You have to babysit your adult friends and sister?”

Sam just scoffs and rolls her eyes, her tone going back to being harsh. She never liked the “babysitter” word that some people like to use when talking about her. She crosses her arms over her chest again.

“If youre calling this babysitting, then yes i have to babysit my “adult friends” and sister.”

“Why?”

Sam scoffs again, her tone becoming harsher when y/n doesn’t even know the answer and has probably never been in her situation.

“Because they need me. Because someone in this world is always out to kill them.”

Sam eyes the shorter woman again, then glances back to the crowd. She doesn’t even know why she’s explaining this to a stranger.

“Oh.”

It clicks in y/n’s head that the taller woman is refferring to the recent ghostface killings. She had heard of them all over, and how they were starting to pop up around NYC.

Sam is surprised when it clicks for her. Usually people ask, “what do you mean someone’s out to kill them?” or “why do they need you?” or “you can’t be serious” but y/n didnt. She just put the pieces together. and sam didn’t know what to say further. She takes another sip from her drink as she glances around the party, now a bit more anxious

y/n looks somber when the killings are mentioned, an expression Sam barely notices

“What about your own enjoyment?”

The paranoid woman’s stomach drops at the mention of her own enjoyment. She actually hasn’t had any.. in a while. For a long time. Shes always on duty. Always keeping an eye on things and everyone else. she didn’t even think she deserved any own enjoyment. Sam was doing this for everyone else, not herself. She shakes her head and takes another sip from her drink, her tone a bit harsh

“im more concerned about their lives than my enioyment”

“mm..”

y/n’s change of voice is hard to hide as she says something that catches sam off guard entirely.

“You’re a really good person.. the kind people should appreciate more”

Samantha is taken back when she hears the compliment, and she stays silent for a moment. She didnt think she was a good person. She didnt think she was anything. Sam just shook her head, not knowing what to say. She was Billy Loomis’ daughter..

“no im not-“

She quickly argues. it wasnt true. she just did what she had to do, she had to protect. there was nothing else to it. Sam took another sip from her drink, hoping y/n would just move on, because she didnt want to talk about it

“hush”

The other woman cuts her off, glancing up at her and takes a sip of her own drink. Sam can see that her eyes seem to be slightly moist*

“youre perfect”

y/n whispers, barely able to be heard under the loud party music.

Sams eyes widen again. Her heart rate speeds up just from y/n calling her perfect. this isnt right. Sam wasnt perfect. she killed someone. Sam feels all her walls just break down at this point, which is incredibly out of character for her.

“im- im not perfect-“

Sam whispers, almost like a whimper. her harshness fades away and her gentle look comes in place as she stares down at y/n.

Sam blinks in complete shock. Was this girl about to cry? and why was she telling Sam she was perfect? therapy tall woman doesnt know what to do with this comment, and her cheeks had heated up a bit. Sam was about to speak when she notices those little tears in y/n’s eyes and stops herself. She cant say what she was about to say. she just watches her.

y/n smiles faintly, clearing her thoat

“i-i should go.. and leave you to your babysitting.”

Sam watches her, eyes soft as she sees her smile. She was hoping she didnt hear that right, but she couldnt get herself to stop her. Sam was about to speak again, but the harshness in her voice was completely gone. there was no more scowl, and she was just being soft like y/n was. As the short woman begins to walk away though, Sam stops her and grabs her hand. Startled, her head darts around and she looks up at Sam, a tear already threatening to fall.

..!

Sam freezes for a second, then realizes that she just grabbed y/n’s hand and is still holding onto her hand. In this moment, her mind is racing. She wants to say something but cant. She wants to ask something but feels this is just wrong. Sam watches as the tear runs down her cheek. She sees it and freezes. She cant help but feel guilty for making this girl almost cry. Normally, Sam would have let her go, and let the girl cry without even a care, but.. this was different. There was an urge to comfort her. So sam just takes a little step closer and gently grabs the girls chin, tilting her head up to look at her, all care about Tara and ghostface vanished.

“dont..”

#sam carpenter #scream 2022 #scream fanfic #scream franchise #scream #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter headcanons #samantha carpenter #tara carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #creative writing #literature #writing #fanfic #lesbian #melissa barrera #jennaortega #spotify #y/n #ghostface #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn

[absolutedestinyapocalypsse]

i think we're all in agreement that larian fumbled wyll's storyline but what i cannot drop after finishing my playthrough is how fucking strange his relationship to the flaming fists is???

like if you take him to kill the fists at the foundry he disapproves? these are the people who are actively torturing and enslaving the gondians to make massive police brutality robots. you can literally go to the foundry and WITNESS the steel watchers brutalizing children via tadpole but in the final battle ravengard's "help" is a bunch of fists whose job it was to protect the steel watchers? Literally all the flaming fists do is get in your way, try to arrest you for stopping murders, and run away from danger and Wyll is just endlessly supportive of it- he doesn't see why that's fucked up!

I get that they're his dad's guard and his inability to criticize his father for anything could have (should have) been a plot point, but instead it's just there! uncritically!! And i can kind of get it when it has to do with him being exiled bc parent child relationships are complicated, but there is literally no reason for him to be dickriding the flaming fists so much. Absolutely zero reason.

They set Wyll up as being this unfailingly moral character who would gladly become a devil before killing an innocent person, even when killing that innocent person is in the "rules" he's supposed to follow. He's not just uncritically obedient of Mizora even though she tells him that what he's doing is right, but when it comes to the flaming fists who are purposefully incompetant at best, and actively murderous at worst, and whom we have watched the entire game actively enable slavery and state violence he just doesn't care????

These are the flaming fists who were completely fine sending Florick to the gallows for trying to fight against their corruption and save ravengard. Devella is the ONLY person in the fists who's doing anything to address the bhaal killings and her colleagues actively get in her way/try to stop her from investigating them. If I were Wyll and I learned that my dad was fucking brainwormed bc the guard that was supposedly "unfailingly loyal" to him sold him out and actively stopped a rescue attempt, i would never want to see another fucking flaming fist in my life.

But instead at the epilogue party if he's the blade of avernus hes just like "my dad pardoned all the fists and made them pinky promise to do better :) isnt he great?" Be for real!

It's making me mad bc it's not the hypocrisy itself that's the problem, it's that they don't even attempt to say or do anything about it! It's a golden opportunity for Wyll to have to do some self reflection and grow as a character, like every other character who also has clear moments of hypocrisy like this. It's right there! And the game just totally chickens out. Like I know that not every country has the same relationship to police that Americans do, but it's literally IN THE GAME that the flaming fists are a corrupt organization who operate exactly like the american cops do. Larian please give Wyll a backbone to begin with, or make him reckon with the fact that he doesn't have one. Do fucking SOMETHING!!

#im not even getting into how fucked up it is that the only black companion is the one with this problem #you can't avoid the subtext you literally wrote into the game! if you dont wanna deal w it don't put it in! #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll

[scarletevening]

j a teaser/ test for the enxt chapter in my ghost x medic! reader.

please give me some insight/ critique cause im really in a ditch rn.

simon riley x medic! reader, chap 3 teaser, simons perspective.

Apparently, medical files were just as easily tricked by pretty brown eyes as you were. Because last time you checked, which was definitely not two or three minutes ago, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was not stated to have any tattoos. 

Blinking in surprise, you watched as the hunk of muscle dashed at the other figure across the sand, white mask reflecting the light of the sun as he moves. 

-

Eyes sharp, shoulders relaxed, lunging forward, I meet Johnny’s eyes as I grapple his shoulders and shove him to the ground, a laugh sounding from the man below me,

“Unfair, L.T.!”

My lips tease a smile, growling back,

“Don’t think so, Sargent,”

He laughs when I release him, helping him back up to his feet. Usually, I wasn’t one to skimp out on training, but I’d much rather waste my time listening to Johnny ramble on about the dog he’s been thinking of getting than doing any more combative training. 

His eyes fall behind my face, his elbow coming to nudge my arm as he grins, 

“Y’know L.T. I think me and that medic—”

“Quiet, Johnny.” 

I warn, watching as his eyes go wide, the devil’s smile gracing his lips as he raises his arm and waves at her. I take a sharp breath, groaning as my hand tightens into a fist.

“Hi Soap, Ghost.”

She smiles. I can feel it, even though my back was facing her. I sigh, hopefully she didn’t take it the wrong way as I glance over my shoulder, turning slowly,

“Mornin’, Doc.”

“Heya, Bonnie.”

Johnny grins, standing closer than he needs to before you. He knows, he just won’t say it. I glare to my side, staring down at his half-shaved head. It was impossible to keep my eyes away from her, her damn brilliant smile, eyes curving into half crescents as they look up to meet mine. 

My eyes shift back to hers, my stomach turning at the way she giggles and smiles at Johnny, at fucking Soap. How her hands rest on her hips, her hair springing out from around her face, she was clearly mid-shift. He didn’t notice.

I did.

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uhm.... thats all so lmk if i should keep it like this or burn it!! taglist: @141trash, @thriving-n-jiving, @agorophobicreader, @murder-hobo @strawberrygato idk if this is something taglist worthy, sorry if it isnt.

EYES THAT HOLD SECRETS

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#scarletevening #Eyes That Hold Secrets | S.E. #drabble #ao3 #ao3 author #cod #suggestive #cod x reader #cod mw2 #fluff #ghost mw2 #cod ghosts #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost headcanons #ghost modern warfare 2 #simon riley imagine #simon riley #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley fanfiction #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost x reader

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Unhappy Campers rewrite - Millie, Moxxie and the Mission

Here's the rewrite for millie's and moxxie's conflict

I figure it would make more sense for moxxie to focus on the mission, rather than impressing a bunch of teenagers and so does millie, but still appreciates the support shes getting on her own achievements instead of being inferior to someone else. This is one of the reasons why this would've been a season 1 episode (the main one being the end)

I kinda want to rewrite moxxies song too, i cant neccesarily do it normally since its got the big white texts with moxxies icon over it but maybe i'll make it happen. I just know that the song would be moxxie's second attempt of finding the one that killed their client by making an intimating song of the clients murder and how he knows who did it (even when he isnt). I got it off a line from another adult show, 'kevin can go f*** himself' (really underrated show btw) where this detective said something about finding suspects through pretending to know who the criminal is, so thats what moxxie is trying to do basically.

But y'know its funny that i mentioned 'kevin can go f*** himself' because that show is meant to satirize sitcom tropes, mainly the 'lazy dumb man-child with the attractive smart wife' where we see it from the wife's pov (whose name is allison) and discover how much of a dipshit kevin is (the husband), especially towards the very end (not spoiling it though) and its not only funny because many adult animated shows are sitcoms with that exact trope but it also shows how a character can change or not through the consequences they would be receiving. Because while both characters (allison and kevin) tend to get away with a lot of shit, we see allison growing more through her receiving more consequences for her actions than kevin who never really has to face any at all (until the very end of course) and its not only from allison either, her friend 'patty', her aunt 'diane' , kevins best friend 'neil' (though i argue he's at the start to but definitely received consequences for his own actions) and thats why i think blitzo and stolas stagnated since they dont tend to be called out on their bullshit and if they do, that wouldnt mean anything because they'll be back to status quo, like a sitcom...

Anyway, I highly recommend 'kevin can go f*** himself'. Its a show from amc+ but its available on 'flixtor' for free (which is where i watched it but you do need ad blockers/extensions for those kinds of sites though). It's interesting, it satirizes the sitcom well, its a drama comedy (kinda like helluva boss but is more well balanced), its formatted pretty uniquely (with it having the 'sitcom light' compare to the darker 'real world'), it only has 2 seasons with 8 episodes each (which are always around 40-46 minutes), it's pretty suspenseful and its even got a sapphic relationship between patty and the detective (who is called 'tammy ridgeway') and their written well. The whole show is pretty well written imo, so if your interested in that or want to watch adult media besides helluva, that might be the show for you.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva critique #helluva criticism #helluva boss rewrite

[tanith-rhea]

So i have a miranda hilmarson x reader fic request. Basically some hurt/comfort where reader isnt used to being listened to/always hides their feelings and cries a lot at night, and miranda finds out and comforts them

Knight in Shining Armour

Hey anon, thank you for the request and sorry for the wait! In this one reader is a person going through some relationship problems, and it gets pretty bad to the point police are involved. Miranda is asked to be a lookout for a few nights at reader's place to make sure their ex won't attempt anything. So WARNINGS for domestic violence, some stockholm syndrome and mentions of people disregarding reader's abuse aside from all the angst that is already implied by that.

Word count: 1.5k

You thought it would get better. Your mom said it wasn't that bad, and if you made an effort, he'd start treating you well again. Kiss you more gently, soothe your bruises and even one day stop making them.

It did not. No matter how hard you tried, he would still come home angry, and anything in front of him was a reason to turn furious. Candlelit dinners were too fussy, watching football together was annoying because you knew nothing about it, going for walks was stupid, playing games, was frustrating, and talking was simply unbearable.

"I can't hear your whiny voice right now. If you utter a single word, I swear to god I'll crash your head in this table."

And then it was over. You woke up in a hospital bed, in one of those rooms with six other patients separated by baby-blue curtains, and a short woman in smart pants and jacket was looking at you.

"Hello, Miss y/l/n, I'm detective Griffin," she said matter of factly, looking at you in expectance.

"Detective? Why are you here?"

"You were beaten and almost killed by a man currently missing. One of your neighbours heard a commotion at your house last night and called the police, we found you unconscious in the kitchen and no signs of who assaulted you."

You thought detectives only dealt with murder cases, at least police ones; although you only knew what you saw on tv shows.

"Were you robbed?"

"No," you eyed her, wondering where he was. Would he come back home? Could you work this out and be ok again?

"Did you know the person who put you here?" her face was guarded but you could tell she knew what this was about. She was trying to help you. She'll eventually figure out I don't need help. I need him.

Later you were able to leave the hospital. You had a concussion but the doctor said you should be fine if you were careful and rested more when you got home. You didn't go home straight away, though, you were brought in for questioning at the station. Couldn't they interview you at your house? Where you'd be comfortable? You just wanted to bolt from there and look for him so maybe you could put this all behind you.

They asked a lot of things, some questions were the same, only phrased differently and they figured the one that did this to you was your partner. It was your fault, really. He'd asked for you to buy beer before going to work and you forgot. When he came back there was no beer so he left cross and returned drunk.

They sent you home with a tall blond woman. She tried to make conversation but you were too fed up and exhausted to entertain her. She seemed sweet, and you couldn't help but think she didn't fit as a police officer. Sure, she was tall and strong and intimidating, but as soon as you passed first impressions, she was the embodiment of a golden retriever.

You arrived, and she explained again that she'd be staying for two days surveying the street for any signs he might come back to harm you. You didn't want it, you wanted him back, but they didn't care about that.

The first night was torment. You called your mother to tell her what happened and she didn't show much concern. She said, "You made your bed, now lay in it" dismissing your worry he might not come back.

In the beginning, when you were scared and wanted to end things with him, your mother said it was your fault if he was not satisfied, you had to be a better girl for him. Now you were seven years in, and you were convinced that was the only type of love you would ever get, the hard-fought-for one, the kind you had to earn, not just receive.

You were desperate, crying till your eyes ran dry and your throat felt sore. Your bedsheets were a mess of twisted corners you held onto through the night, white knuckles only stained by a few red marks from when he held you down on the terrace floor when you had the idea of a picnic on the apartment's roof.

She was still outside the other day. Inside the car on the other side of the street. You slept for two hours and looked like less, your hair a mess and yesterday's clothes. Did she eat? She didn't leave the car for almost fourteen hours now, no way she had proper food there.

You didn't eat yourself but microwaved some of the leftover lasagna in the fridge and walked to the car.

"Everything ok?" she downed the window and looked at you from head to toe and back up, "You need anything? I can't enter and help you but I can call someone."

"I just brought you food," you shoved the container in her face and turned to leave.

"I meant it..." she called, "I won't go inside because I'm not supposed to let him get even near you, I have to keep looking. But I know a friend that could help maybe help you, he does energy work."

It was sweet how much she seemed to care, but you didn't need help. You just turned again and went inside.

This was the last night she would be looking. You were still desolate, but something made you act, maybe desperation to know or to have something to occupy your mind.

You searched through the drawers and your shared closet, some clothes were missing, his favourites. The money hidden underneath the sink in the biscuit jar was gone. You checked your bank account on your phone and sure enough, it was empty. He was not coming back.

You wailed. You lowered yourself to the kitchen floor, near the blood stain on the table, and hugged yourself while you screamed more than cried. It was all over. You would never have love again, not any. With your eyes closed, and ears ringing from the force of the muscles twisted in your forehead and neck, you didn't hear the door being kicked open, or the hurried steps towards the kitchen. You only felt arms around you and a hand on your face, trying to make you look up.

"Shhh... it's all right. Shit you scared me," it was Miranda, her nametag was only a few centimetres away from your face, "Thank God you're alright."

You clung to her, fingers twisting the blue fabric on her shoulders desperately.

"I'm not alright," you whispered, almost unable to speak "He's not coming back"

She tensed for a few seconds, not breathing, before sitting by your side and pulling you to her. You sat between her legs and she hugged you to her chest.

"How do you know?" she asked softly after your crying subsided to sobs and whimpers.

You unlocked your phone and showed the bank account. She tightened her arms around you with a deep sigh. It almost seemed as if she was relieved, her shoulders dropping. Her chin resting on your hair.

"We will find him, and arrest him, and you'll get your money back."

"As if I care about money... I want him back," you scoffed, impressed at how bitter you managed to sound.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she seemed almost livid, did she care? "Look at what he did to you! Why would you want to be with someone like him?"

"Because he loves me," you said automatically. It was obvious he did, he just showed it in harsher ways.

"I'm sorry, but that is absurd."

She seemed quite confident. You didn't respond to it, deep down you knew love was supposed to be kinder, but lying was better than nothing at all, wasn't it?

"I mean, if he loved you he would never hurt you like this. He would take care of you, comfort you, caress you and not punch you or bang your head on a table."

It hurt so much. She was telling the truth, but somehow the thought of it hurt so much more than any spanking. You started crying again, hiding your face in her uncomfortable vest.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry," she whispered "Here, let me take care of you," she hugged you tighter, enveloping you completely in her arms, and played with your hair until you were almost dozing off.

After, she encouraged you to take a shower and heated the rest of the lasagna for you to eat. She watched you the entire time, talking about silly or unimportant things to distract you. You saw right through her.

When it was dark outside, you watched some television together, and she told you about this guy, the brother of her colleague, who she thought could help you heal. She offered to keep in contact and you agreed to it. When you started to softly snore on her shoulder, she woke you up and led you to bed, telling you she would be just outside on the couch, and you finally had a peaceful sleep. No one kicking you or rolling around in the bed. Just you, and your knight in shining armour outside.

#miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #top of the lake #gender neutral reader #angst #hurt/comfort #answered request #kinda heavy angst #stockholm syndrome #sorry if this was too heavy or deviated too much from what you envisioned #loved the ask <3

[lockleysfav]

Safer in my arms

steven x gender neutral reader

Stevens mother finally comes to see him, he is full of excitement but the feeling isnt mutual. Luckily, you get there in time

warnings: trauma, steven panicking, fluff towards the end.

Steven groaned and sat up to hear another set of bangs at his door causing him to jump, he quickly unstrapped his ankle restraint and ran his fingers through his ragged curls. He got to the door and looked through the peephole only for his heart to sink, it was his mother.

Joy flooded through him as he swung the door open with a huge loving grin “Hello mum!” he pulled her into a hug only to be pushed back harshy almost tripping on his own feet. “Mum? a-are you okay? did i hurt you?” he let out a nervous laugh, fidgeting with his sleeves “i-im sorry if i did im just so excited to see y-” he was cut off by a slap across his cheek “Do not..talk to me like you didnt murder your own brother marc. You took my baby..you took everything and you had the nerve to leave like the coward you are!” she screamed at him, slowly walking towards him as stevens eyes widened, tears welling in his eyes he stepped back in fear of being struck again. “mum i-its me steven” she laughed and gritted her teeth.

“God you and that Steven, always an excuse to be ignorant and pretend what happened to your brother never even happened am i right?” Stevens mouth slightly hung open while he desperately tried to say something, his heart was pounding but the more it pounded the more it was breaking. “ANSWER ME!” she raised her hand but was pulled back and thrown to the floor with a loud crash as she collided with a set of draws. Your stomach flipped at the sight of Stevens face in absolute shock, horror and heartbreak. You grabbed her by her shirt and dragged her out, leaning down against her ear to whisper “if you ever, and i mean ever step foot in this building again or even in the same city as Steven or Marc i will fucking kill you do you understand? you’re not his mother you are a pathetic bitch who cant see how wonderful her own son truly is” you heaved in anger, she eyed you on more time and you were practically daring her to try something.

She got up and left, you watched as the elevator door shut and went back into the room seeing Steven clutching where his heart was “Steven…baby” you rushed over to him as his knees buckled and sobs escaped his mouth “shh it’s okay, its okay shes gone” you pulled him into your arms and held tightly onto his shaking hands to calm him down. Kisses peppered the sides of his head and he leaned into every one of them.

“Why- why would she hurt me i dont understand? i was so happy to see her” Your heart shattered. Your blood boiled everytime Steven was hurt especially by someone. You gently brushed a single curl from his sweaty skin and kissed it softly “She doesn’t deserve a son like you Steven, you’re not a coward you are the bravest man i know. Remember when you summoned your suit for the first time and you fought the big monster? you were so so brave. I was so proud of you and i still am now. i always will be” He kissed your hand and you watched a tear fall down his cheek “hey, look at me” you whispered, he looked up at you and you gave a small smile “My beautiful boy” you wiped away his tears and stood up with him guiding him into bed and into the soft covers.

Once you were both in, he snuggled into your body sniffling “i love you so much y/n” he mumbled into your shirt causing you to smile lovingly at his position “i love you” you replied gently scratching his scalp. Within minutes the room was filled with his soft snores, that was your cue to get some sleep too.

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Thank you for reading!

my requests are always open!

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven fluff #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fluff #fluff #trauma #marc #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockely x reader fluff #jake lockely

[booksofstars]

okay au where bristlefrost is a dovetiger kit and littermates with shadowsight, lightleap, and pouncestep:

bramblestar pulls what rowanstar did with violetshine and twigbranch and makes the couple give her to thunderclan. before shes given to thunderclan, she promises shell protect her siblings and see them again some day. shes especially adamant to shadowkit, who she was the closest with.

shes raised by daisy and squirrelflight respectively, both enraged at bramblestars actions.

ivypool, slowly but surely, grows closer to her niece. by the time bris becomes a warrior early, theyre just as close as bris is with her respective mothers.

slowly, bristlepaw bonds with her birth mother as a mom and her siblings as, well, siblings. 3 moms for bris!! shadow and bris are inseparable again pretty soon. slowly, though, bris notices somethings upsetting about shadowpaw.

after she rescues rootpaw, they begin to bond too. she eventually introduces him to shadowpaw and the three are incredibly close. theyre so proud when she tells them she’s become a warrior early, as are dovewing, tigerheartstar, and her sisters.

then bramblestar dies, and unknown to everyone, gets possessed. she defends her brother harshly against those accusing him of murder. bris can remember what bramble did, and resents him for it. but she’s too afraid to stop him, fearing he'll rip her away from all she knows again. he blackmails her for much of the arc to keep her, at least to his knowledge, underpaw.

like in canon, she joins the rebellion. specifically after watching her mom squilf get kicked out violently, and bonding with spotfur and stemleaf. she confides in her best friends about this, as well as her 3 moms. rootspring and shadowsight join her. she firmly remains on squilfs side from here on

when shadowsight goes missing, shes the first to know what mightve happened. why else would bramblestar and berrynose have come back to camp covered in blood? she runs to tell rootspring, and they go to find her brother together.

eventually ivypool confronts her niece. she can tell that bramblestar has been abusing his power over her, considering her experience with hawkfrost, and shes worried. and bris spills everything. ivypool decides to join the rebellion, becoming squilfs second in command of sorts.

mostly goes the same from here. bris is still bullied into being deputy, a rebellion member, etc. shes significantly more devastated by the death of her friend stemleaf and former mentor rosepetal, though.

shes enraged to hear what ashfur did and is still doing to her mother squirrelflight and to her brother shadowsight, even moreso than she is at what hes been doing to her

bris is just as happy as in canon to not be deputy, and is thrilled when her mom squilf and her aunt ivypool become the unofficial leader and deputy. she still goes to find the sisters with rootspring too, and still realizes she loves him. etc etc. she also still promises to her now dear friend/aunt spotfur that shell help raise her kits.

though terrified of the fact that ashfur is free, she is PISSED when they imprison shadowsight, and has to be held back by dovewing from clawing lionblaze. she advocates for his freedom immediately. the rest of her canon continues as usual because i think its great but:

ivypool talks with bris before she dreams into the df for the final time. she tells a bit of her story with hawkfrost and the dark forest, and makes her promise to make it back safe for everyones sake. but bris ends up being unable to keep that promise, as everyone knows.

everyone is devastated, even more than they were in canon (which i think is very good, but this isnt a post about how much i love tbc). dovewing and ivypool end up confiding in eachother, mourning together alongside shadowsight, rootspring, lightleap, tigerheartstar, and squilf at the moonpool. spotfur is devastated when she gets the news of her nieces death.

ivypool and dovewing go together to ask rootspring to try and see bris at the gathering, and the same scene as happens in canon occurs with dovewing giving fernsongs poignant advice. they, doves remaining kids, bris' other moms, spotfur, and tigerheartstar all remain a family. like in canon, they regard rootspring as family now too (alongside his immediate family). they continue to share bris' story for generations to come, as the light in the mist.

dovewing and ivypool finally start to heal and grow close as sisters once more. they will never be as close as they once were as kits, but its a close second.

dovewing tells her one day about bristlefrost’s promise to her siblings, and they break down crying together. bris died fulfilling her kithood promise: to protect her siblings (and by extension, her family and the clans as a whole)

#warrior cats #my aus #warrior cats au #warriors au #bristlefrost #squirrelflight #daisy wc #shadowsight #lightleap #pouncestep #rootspring #ashfur #bramblestar #tigerheartstar #tigerheart #tigerstar #ivypool #dovewing #stemleaf #spotfur #dovetiger bristlefrost au

[g3arb0y]

When Natalie comes to her realization, she’s with Misty cleaning up Shauna’s mess.

Said realization is that she may be falling in love with Misty fucking Quigley. The same Misty Quigley who stalked her, put a camera in her room, and wasted $300 of coke trying to stop nat from relapsing.

The Misty who has always stuck by Nat even when she pushed her away and hurt her in so many ways.

Natalie starts to feel guilty as she watches Misty move Adams body.

Why does misty do so much for this broken team when its so clear nobody enjoys her presence. Natalie, for the second time today comes to the realization that misty loves to try and mend broken things. That misty has this fucked up sense that she needs to be a savior to any and all people she can.

And Natalie for a brief second wants Misty to be her savior. Wants Misty to try and put her back together, but that thought is quickly pushed away.

She knows that letting her live out the delusion that she can fix Natalie wouldn’t be good for either of them. Only Natalie can fix herself and maybe she’d like the company of misty while she does, just as a friend or something more. Not as a savior.

Natalie is then jolted from her inner monolog by the very person she was monologging about.

“Nat? Natalie? Are you going to help me or just stand there.” Misty says with a slight smile.

Suddenly remembering what she’s here to do. “Huh? Oh fuck, yeah sorry.”

Natalie isn’t one to become nervous around women. But sitting on the floor and scrubbing blood off of it with Misty, she is. Nervous that they might get caught covering up a murder.

And nervous that after cleaning up this body, misty will go back to ignoring her. Something Natalie unexpectedly hates thinking about.

Yes misty is annoying, and way to cheerful about cleaning up a body, but Natalie, as she hates to admit. Likes having misty around. Though she’d never tell Misty that.

Something about Misty’s stupid laugh and weird interests endears Natalie. The way misty is always so excited to see Natalie. Not to mention Misty isnt ugly, she’s very pretty actually.

Natalie sneaks a glance at misty’s face and she feels a ping of want in her heart, and she now realizes something for the fifth time today, she is about to make a mistake.

She clears her throat, which draws Misty’s attention.

“Uhm Im sorry. About being such a dick to you. Don’t fucking say anything stupid about it or I’ll take it back.” She mostly adds that last part because she feels, weird. About this thing she’s trying to do right now.

“Mm, its okay! I know its mostly because of some unresolved trauma or whatever, and what happened out there! I never hold it against you.” Misty says back still scrubbing the floor.

And Nat hates, how misty can just brush it off, not care about how horrible Natalie has treated her. She also hates that Misty called her out, because she’s right. It is unresolved trauma. But she stops herself before she can get to deep into such a depressing thought.

“Right. So i was, wondering is you wanted to hang out or whatever after we get this done..?”

Surely misty would jump at this chance so she doesn’t understand why she’s so nervous.

Sure enough misty does jump at the chance. Literally.

She gets off her knees and starts jumping in place.

“Really? Okay okay, uhm how about going for coffee? No, to conventional. Theme park? No you definitely wouldn’t like that…”

Misty starts to ramble, and Natalie begins to regret it but pushes that down. Misty deserves to be treated well after how Natalie treated her.

“Just fuckin pick something please.”

“Sleepover!” Misty squeals like she’s 17 again.

Natalie figures she never got to have a sleepover so she just nods and they finish doing their part of the Adam situation.

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Natalie pulls up on the beat up motorcycle she bought after she sold her car.

She figures she could’ve walked to misty’s house but she does still like her, so she might as well try to impress her a bit.

Natalie can see misty looking outside, probably waiting for her. She smiles a bit thinking about Misty setting up and eagerly waiting for her arrival.

She walks up and doesnt even have to knock on the door before it opens.

“Hi Natalie! Cool bike by the way!”

Misty is practically jumping for joy.

Natalie gives a hum in response.

“Can i come in?”

Misty steps aside, signaling for her to come in. She can see that misty has cooked dinner, and has netflix pulled up on the tv.

“You really prepared for this huh?” Only slightly teasing.

“Well its not everyday Natalie Scatorccio says yes to a sleepover.” She can see misty has a smirk on her face. Natalie thinks its not the most unpleasant thing she’s seen.

“So uh, what are the plans then?”

“Okay so first dinner, obviously. Then if you want theres ice cream for dessert. Then i figured we’d watch a movie? Then bed and i’ll make breakfast in the morning?”

This actually isn’t such a bad plan. Natalie nods.

“So whats for dinner?”

“Spaghetti.” Misty smiles that Misty smile and leads her to the dining room.

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After they’re done eating Misty brings out the ice cream. It is a huge pint and, mainly strawberry. Natalie’s favorite flavor.

“Did you do this on purpose?”

“What ever do you mean?”

“..Dont play dumb.”

She’s looking at Misty and with the way she’s smiling at Natalie she definitely knew this was her favorite flavor, but then again misty might know Natalie better then she knows herself so she’s not surprised.

“Okay yes, now cmon.”

Misty grabs nat’s wrist and leads her to the couch, just like she did leading her to the dining room. Misty lets go when they get to the couch and Natalie finds herself missing the contact. She doesn’t say that though.

She sits close to misty. Trying to close the gap just a bit before they choose a movie.

Misty, to engrossed in trying to pick a movie they’d both like, doesn’t notice.

Natalie sees an opening and stares at Misty. Admiring her features, how her hair falls around her face, how her nose curves, how soft her lips look. She wonders if misty wears lip balm, wonders if her lips have a faint fruity taste.

Natalie has to stop herself from finding out on her own.

She shakes that thought and focuses on choosing a movie that would scare Misty.

“Lets watch Texas chainsaw massacre.” She says

“Mm i’ve never seen it!”

She watches misty search it up and press play.

Her plan was for Misty to get scared and for Natalie to comfort her, but she should’ve known better. She’s misty.

She’s staring at the screen while putting a scoop of ice cream in her mouth once and a while. Not scared at all, more interested in the plot then anything.

So her only plan failed. She figures its best to just let the night play out then.

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The movie finishes and they get up, but not before misty grabs Natalie’s wrist again.

Natalie’s whole body becomes warm at her touch. She figures misty is only holding her wrist to lead her to the bedroom.

She heats up a bit more thinking about what this could be seen as. She likes the thought of misty leading her to bed, just to tear her to pieces and put her together again. To touch her in ways Natalie has touched herself.

She shakes the thought. Not the time.

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“Alright bedtime!” Misty had led her to the bedroom like Natalie thought she would.

As she watches misty get ready for bed she realizes she didn’t bring any clothes to sleep in.

“Misty?”

“Hm?”

“I forgot clothes.”

Misty giggles and Natalie feels a bit embarrassed.

“Hold on, i’ll find you something!”

Nat watches as misty rummages through her drawers until she finds a plain black shirt and some pink shorts.

“Here ya go! I figured you wouldn’t want a sweater or a cat shirt or anything.”

Well misty was right, she would’ve hated a sweater.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

Then misty pulls her shirt over her head and turns around to find a shirt to sleep in.

But Natalie freezes, and she stares at Misty’s back. Of course misty isn’t shy to show her body, but it drives Nat a little crazy. Seeing how Misty’s body curves, how smooth her skin is.

And Natalie for the second time tonight, wants to touch her, to caress her waist, hold her close to her own body. To hold her hips down while Misty is in a compromising position.

She wants to fantasize more but the thoughts are interrupted.

“Stop staring.”

Misty has that smirk she had earlier tonight, like she knows what she’s doing to her. She slips a shirt on.

Natalie scoffs to act like she wasn’t gawking and imagining eating Misty out.

“Like i ever would.”

Natalie changes quickly to avoid embarrassment and awkwardness, all while Misty giggles.

“Where am i sleeping?”

“In the bed with me?”

Oh.

Natalie hadn’t considered this is what they’d be doing.

“Right, right. Okay.”

She hesitantly climbs into Misty’s bed. While misty climbs in after her.

“Goodnight!”

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Natalie is sleeping when Misty wakes her up.

“Nat? Hey? Can you, hold me?”

Natalie hums in response and turns to face her. She’s to tired to refuse and its not like she would have anyway.

She grabs Misty’s waist and pulls her to her chest. She can feel misty snake her arms around her.

“Whats this about?”

“Im not sure. Having you here, in the same bed as me, near me. It reminds me of the cabin. How close we all slept together.”

Now Misty brings it up she feels the same. Its not the most pleasent memory to go back to. So she understands why misty wants to be held.

Natalie hums again. Understanding how Misty feels.

“Im sorry i woke you.”

“Im glad you did. If you’re having bad memories, i’d prefer you let me go through it with you.”

And at that she hears misty giggle into her chest.

“Its just, back then we were all so broken. I think maybe we still are but it was so much worse back then. Having to watch our friends die. Eating them”

Natalie stiffens at the eating bit, remembering how she tore into Javi, how she cried and screamed trying to save him. And how misty held her back, saving her.

“I can barely eat beef anymore. Its to similar.”

Natalie relates to that. She’s stopped eating meat all together. Hating how similar the texture and taste was.

“I get it, you aren’t alone in that.”

“I know. Thank you for agreeing to this sleepover, you made me really happy tonight.”

Nat squeezes Misty a bit, letting her know its not a big deal.

“You ready to go to bed?”

“Can we stay like this?”

“Sure.”

“Okay.”

Natalie hesitates but plants a small kiss on Misty’s forehead.

“Goodnight.”

She waits till she feels Misty’s breath become slow and shallow before she sleeps.

Yeah, Natalie definitely loves Misty Quigley.

#vi #arcane #arcane powder #jackie yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #misty yellowjackets #natalie yellowjackets #shauna sadecki #shauna shipman #shauna yellowjackets #yellowjackets #laura lee yellowjackets #laura lee #van yellowjackets #shauna x taissa #taissa x van #mistynat #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #misty quigley

[tittyblade]

put a finger down if you wver accidentally (kind of) killed a man to later find out he had an illegitimate daughter so now you have to find the other parent but the mom you find is not fit to look after her and while the daughter was staying with you she kind of grew on you (even if you wont admit it for months) so you decide to parent her maybe and find a good preschool for her because kids deserve to be taken care of and along the way you get closer with this other dude your age staying with you whom until recently you saw as a freeloader but maybe he’s charming and good at taking care of people so maybe you enjoy how he takes care of you when you’re too depressed to do so (you wont admit it) and months pass and you learn what having a family is like and what it means to love & be loved unconditionally and you feel emotions like you’ve never felt before you smile and cheer and grow to accept this part of yourself while coparenting a kid with a partner you may or may not be attracted to. months pass and you can’t remember what your old life used to be like and you can’t imagine a life without these people.

but then your fucked up father whos the root of everything wrong in your life who literalky FORCED you into murdering people for a living orders that you go back to your old life and its not like you can say no because you know what happens to the people who tries to leave the Family (you were forced to kill the one other man you might’ve called your family because he fell in love and dared to dream another life) and you cannot watch harm come to these people. so this other informant guy who’s sort of your friend steps in and calls the bio mother of your daughter and SURPRISE she actually changed?? guess what shes also got CANCER now and she reevaluated everything so she wants her daughter back and genuinely wants to give her a good life and who are you to say no to that so you burn all your bridges and act like being family hadn’t become as easy as breathing to you. you try to eat you try to sleep but nothing works you become a hollow shell of what your family carved you to be and maybe there’s nothing holding you back anymore (doesnt it hurt to say that?) so you give your partner a parting gift (a memento to remember you by & a promise to keep those carvings and quit some of your self destructive habits) and go back to your dad but he’s fucked up as always and the scum on earth so he orders for your family to be ALL KILLED so you rush to save them but you were too late. you made the call right on time. your little daughter lives but now her mothers gone. you killed his father and now your father killed the only other biological family she had left. then you have a second breaking out with your partner because you live a life of crime this isnt safe for a 5 year old. wake up from your dream. all this ever could be was temporary yet you got too attached. but we cant run away from her we cant abandon her who’s more fit to keep her safe than us? i learned how warm the flesh feels when its alive and i cant admit it but i’m admitting it now. i cant go back to the way things have been i cant live without her or without you. so you decide that maybe theres room for a family of three in this safe house and maybe you have more allies than you thought and maybe. just maybe. you can outlive the curse that is your surname and have the one thing you never dared to hope.

anyways ☝️✊

#im normal #HDJSHDJSH #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #can you tell i love this format

[kingcunny]

how do you think things would've turned out if daemon was female? i feel like it would end in some sort of murder suicide with viserys

you think girl daemon would KILL viserys? im intrigued. tell me more.

my personal thoughts are. i cant come up with a good girl daemon name so im just gonna keep calling her daemon.

if you thought alysannes ‘(alyssa) is meant for baelon’ was bad, wait until you hear about female!daemon and viserys! third generation of targaryen brother/sister marriage! daemon fully believing she was ‘made’ for viserys.

i think female daemon would be overall happier, but chafe extremely hard under the patriarchy and jaehaerys and alysannes expectations of her. daemon would make a good woman but a bad princess yknow? (daemon shows up to court one day wearing pants. 3 dead 16 injured) she would be alyssas little mini me.

UNLIKE alyssa though daemon isnt as, duty driven? to have heirs. side effect of her and viserys codependency. everytime viserys gets her pregnant and starts getting all excited about a baby, daemon feels threatened and self aborts like a rabbit. she doesnt want to have to share her brother with anyone, even it its their literal child. so i dont actually see them having any living children

she and viserys would still be just as toxic codependent of each other, side effect of growing up in the incest house and watching all their family members die, but their dynamic would be slightly different. i think a lot of the daemon x viserys prime is built on the fact they cant be together. but when they Can… daemon doesnt have to be endlessly chasing viserys because she Has him already. theyre literally married. and so i think viserys has less control over daemon/daemon has more control over him. so when daemon inevitably asks viserys to run away with her (after she gets grounded for the 10th time for sneaking out of the castle to get in fistfights in the streets) he says yes, or says no and when she says ‘fine ill just go without you. pussy.’ hes like ‘… well ur my sisterwife i Cant let you go Alone…. :/‘

however long they spend ‘on the run’ is probably the happiest times of their lives. free from their family and duty and expectations. their entire world just each other. but i still think they die young in some horrible firey explosion. with caraxes. OR last anyone ever seen or heard of them they were heading to the smoking ruins of valyria.

but its okay cause theyre happy together and they die together and get to go to hell together. and their *love story* gets memorialized forever in song

#daemon targaryen #viserys i targaryen #daemon x viserys #asks #my posts

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I haven’t really super analyzed/seen the twin peaks/fire walk with me stuff but I am super curious, what’s Laura Palmer’s whole thing? She seems interesting if not tragic & I love to hear people talk about characters they’re passionate about so I thought I’d pop by and ask!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ill try to keep this thing as coherent as i can. basically when twin peaks starts out laura palmer is basically just the Dead Girl and it appears at first that there isnt going to be much depth to her. that shes a mystery to be solved. her corpse is discovered washed up on the beach wrapped in plastic, and it sets the stage for the whole first season of the show: Who Killed Laura Palmer? and its like okay its gonna just be a murder mystery, albeit a fun offbeat david lynch sort of mystery. the fact that the first few episodes have an almost parody sort of feel that was poking fun at soap operas at the time didnt help either.

but the show creeps along and its a lot more than that. every person in the small town of twin peaks is unraveling bc of her death, her closest friends and family most of all but even people who barely knew her and we spend plenty of time exploring how every person is reacting to it. it becomes clear even before the audience knows her and the circumstances of her death that it has left a huge hole in the town, and her absence is constantly felt in every episode. shes gone but shes very much there. before long shes as much the protagonist as Dale Cooper, the FBI agent who is working on her case. i dont wanna explain too much about the details of the process of him uncovering her life and her murder, both to avoid spoilers and bc its convoluted david lynch mind fuckery, but the deeper he gets into the case, he starts seeing visions of laura palmer, begging him to help her, aiding him where she can.

when her killer is revealed at the end of season 2, its a gut punch not bc its so much as a surprise but because there was plenty of foreshadowing as to who it is, and youre hoping that its not true because its just so awful but you cant look away. Dale Cooper travels to the Black Lodge, a sort of hell where souls in anguish go (its david lynch fuckery, my best approximation of it), and he sees there Laura Palmer’s “doppelgänger”: that is, the part of her that is still tormented by her horrible death, and has been stuck there the whole time the show has been creeping at its slow pace, and dale cooper has been stuck unraveling the mystery. and when he finds her there, she shrieks. she is shrieking not just with pain and horror but with pure, unadulterated rage at what as happened to her. she cant get out and there is no escape for her here and she didnt deserve it.

this is the scene. it wont spoil anything if you watch it, but i consider this scene to be what really made me so fascinated with laura palmer and i consider it to be almost the heart of the show. dale cooper finds her here, and this is where he becomes “trapped” in the Black Lodge; any person who shows fear in this hellish realm will have their souls destroyed and can never leave (again, lynch stuff). so this is where he remains until season 3, 25 years later.

but even that is only scratching the surface. after season two, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me is released, as the prequel to the show. its here where we see Laura Palmer’s final week on earth and we see what she was really like. Again, I dont want to spoil it, but its here we really see that she knew her murderer and that she was being sexually abused by someone in her family, she was addicted to hard drugs and was promiscuous and leading a that double life completely unknown to her friends and family. as beloved as she was by people in her small town they had no idea the person she had really become and no idea of the agony she was suffering. not until it was too late.

now reading that its easy to think that this movie could have turned into an offensive, voyeuristic mess. but between lynch’s directing and sheryl lee’s phenomenal acting, the whole movie just aches with compassion for Laura Palmer. we’re with her every step of the way until the very last minute, and it manages this without showing any of the actual abuse or dehumanizing her (which since this came out in 1992 is very shocking to me).

and do you know what? when this movie came out, people MOCKED it at cannes’ film festival. they hated this movie, they thought it was campy, overwrought and goofy. and maybe some parts of it are, but it’s very clear that lynch intended this to be a very serious and compassionate look at a rape victim’s trauma.

theres a lot more, i mean you can write novels on the tv show alone, but when people talk about twin peaks they tend to talk more about lynch’s eerie imagery and less about laura palmer’s character, which is strange bc its such a potent emotional core of the show.

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Gotta say I can't stand people acting like Appledusk genuinely loved either of his mates. He didn't love Reedshine enough to be faithful, and he didn't love Mapleshade enough to not canonically stand her up for weeks, nor did he care about their kids enough not to actively (if indirectly) call them mistakes.

And no, apologists, MAPLESHADE was the side-chick. This stupid idea that Reedshine must've been the second mate because she was pregnant later is one of the stupidest things you could possibly say. Why are you implying you need to be pregnant and/or have kids to be fucking married??

And slightly off-topic, but "Mapleshade used her kits/Mapleshade babylocked Appledusk!" Is all around dumb.

THEY ARE FERAL. CATS. THEY DO NOT HAVE FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL. What do they WANT her to have done when she realised she was pregnant? Eat a deathberry?

And using the first "Appledusk is mine, these kits will make sure of that" line as "proof" is stupid too. Look at the actual context of the line in the book instead of watching one YouTube video.

Remember also: Appledusk has been standing her up on their nightly meetings for weeks to the point she had to tell him she's pregnant at a gathering. She did not just go to speak with him "because she thinks she's above the rules." Was she just meant to never tell her husband who she believes loves her she was pregnant?

Mapleshade sees from where she is hiding when Reedshine walks up to Appledusk and cuddles with him. She walked away and saw another woman move up to her husband (who she believes is monogamous and not a prick having an affair, Maple has no idea she is actively his side-chick) and flirt and snuggle him. She just told him she is pregnant, and this other woman is flirting with him. ANYONE would get momentarily jealous at that.

And even in some universe Mapleshade did genuinely think something was going on between the man she loves and Reedshine, IT TURNED OUT CORRECT. Appledusk IS having a fucking affair.

Obviously, it's not Reed's fault, it's entirely and 100% Appledusk's, but still.

And apologists need to stop using Maple thinking about Appledusk when the kits are born to back their "she used them to trap him" bullcrap. Is a new mother not allowed to think about her husband and wish the father of her children could meet them?

And bonus when they twist everything to say this but completely ignore Frecklewish and Oakstar literally stating that they want to raise the kids as weapons and nothing else.

YEA YEA... Like my biggest problem with the way ppl talk abt Mapleshade is all this shit being used as justification for why she deserves to have her life ruined and her babies die is HORRIFYING. Moth flight is shown to be incredibly easy to make jealous, Jayfeather and Lionblaze have blind faith in Starclan to tell them how to solve everything. ivypools motive for being in the df is kinda petty and she KILLS SOMEONE TWICE IN THERE. and Lionblaze only contunies to MURDER AND MURDER AND MURDER as the books go on. Hollyleaf murdered the person she saw as responsible for hurting her family only to take it back and hurt her family by unleashing the secret anyways.

Stop acting like Mapleshade deserved her tragedy at all. Compared to other warriors protagonists who also have blind faith in starclan make dumb and morally reprehensible choices she isnt any different than them. And on the babylock thing. it takes two to tango and if Appledusk didnt want kits or didnt want to stay with Mapleshade any more... Why did he "yknow" her??? Its entirely his own fault. She cant get an abortion or take a pill to not get pregnant unwanted pregnancies in warriors are so common they're becoming something the books themselves are addressing as wrong and bad. [this also works for the "she was seeing the guy who killed flowerpaw and freckles brother fucked up' excuse, I believe the time frame between that happening and maples kits being born was mentioned to be close enough that its likely Maple n Dusk had those kits BEFORE that incident. And like I said cat abortions dont exist so once again fuck Frecklewish fuck her grief she attacked and screamed at babies Im glad shes in hell <3]

When we start talking about mapleshade people suddenly switch to a mode where anything is okay unless Mapleshade did it and will do ANYTHING to twist the narrative to protect the horrible people around Mapleshade. Sure Mapleshade was dumb and naive and thats one of the biggest reasons her life falls apart. But making bad decisions and doing bad things shouldnt be punishable by kitten death in a world where Moth Flight or Clear Sky or Grey Wing get away free with the HORRIBLE actions they have taken. Bramblestar is stupid he takes actions only to boost his inflated ego and hurts his wife why did Starclan punish Maple for her wrong deeds but not him? She put blind faith in Starclan isnt an excuse BECAUSE BLIND FAITH IN STARCLAN IS BASICALLY REQUIRED IN WARRIORS!!! we only recently got arcs showing Starclan in a flawed light so no Mapleshade doesnt actually do a lot wrong by warriors standards people are just fucking dumb. Anyways if anyone reads this and feels the need to give me a nasty reply or get defensive bc Freckle, Apple, Oak and whatever the name of the riverclan leader was deserve to go to hell for their crimes. You better have passages from the book to back you up or I will eat you alive.

#warriors #warrior cats #mapleshade #frecklewish #oakstar #appledusk

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-------to make it clear, it is THE office. like. the show. got it? okay 😊----

episode two: the incident

summary: A snippet of Kaeya and Diluc being in the same room with him for the first time since Diluc's outburst, and we get insight on how Kaeya has treated Diluc in the past.

disclaimers: none

“Heeyy.. Buddy..!” Kaeya smiles, cautiously and hesitantly walks into the infamous break room, that just so happened to contain Diluc, who had recently had a little run-in with Kaeya, causing Diluc to abandon the office for about 2 days. Obviously, he came back, because he needed to pay his bills. He was very clearly not happy with his options. Raising his head over to look at his brother, holding a coffee in his hand, Diluc quickly holds a deadpan on his face, not being able to stand Kaeya’s stupid face, or voice. Or appearance. Or that stupid tie he always wore. He found it strange and irritating that he didnt change his ties for work. He has more, and hes aware he has options, but he openly, only wears that one. Diluc suspects that hes caught onto his negative feelings towards his tie, so thats only encouraged him to wear it even more often, sometimes he matches his shirt to the color. “Dont mind me.” Kaeya looks over, turning his body towards the vending machine, putting the money into the slot, as he watches the machine dispense his favorite grape soda. He bends down and takes it from the container at the bottom, as he takes another turn behind him at Diluc, it wasnt clear wether the red-head had looked away from Kaeya since he turned his back from him, and frankly, those odds scared Kaeya.

 He then hurries out in a few paces, quickly opening the door and shortly shutting it behind him. Sucrose eyes at Kaeya scurrying out of the break room, as she raises a brow and turns to the open window leading into the break room, as Diluc stares out of the window, legs crossed, leaned back in the provided chair, menacingly giving his coffee a sip. She could only wonder what he was thinking. She sometimes worried that hes been planning murder ever since the “Re-arranged Desk” Incident. Context, you say? Well, it was the 13th of january, a particularly busy month for the branch, everybody pre-occupied and hard at work at their designated desks. Diluc, was very late. And he was very late, 2 days in a row. It isnt clear what he was late for on those two separate occasions, but it was enough for Zhongli to complain about it to Kaeya in a somewhat casual conversation. Kaeya and his mind, conjured up a plan to completely re-arrange all of his personal belongings that resided on his desk, completely backwards. Even the sticky notes that were plastered on the edge of his desk and computer, he took down and re-wrote them completely backwards. He set his desktop wallpaper to a flipped image, and he even went as far as to put the back of his chair on backwards. Permanently. With superglue and extremely tightened screws. He had to buy him a new one. There are no words to express the pure infuration and rage that the whole office heard, and second-handedly felt. They dont talk about it anymore. Quite frankly, they are afraid to. Who knows what’ll happen?

#fanfics #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #the office us #the office #fanfictions #fanfic writing #genshin impact au #the office au #diluc ragnivindr #kaeya alberich #kaeya fanfic #diluc fanfic

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and I think with or without redemption its still cathartic to see a villain get dealt a lot of pain like even if the person dealing the blows has no real grievance with him. Its like narrative karma kinda like how Matt Damon gets his head blown off by Mark Wahlberg in the The Departed, not necessarily someone he personally wronged but just very fun to witness as an audience member.

all of them r fucked up but ig les is the best [or is the most entertaining] at being fucked up? but if u want that suffering ur gonna see a lot of that including some from louis. rj&co have suggested theyre saving louis’s Burn Lestat™️ card for s2, and armand is definitely gonna put lestat thru the torture rack. i think louis being more agentic in lestat’s s1 attempted murder plot has a lot of implications, and i want to ask my unanswered anons who keep asking me to repeat myself about lestat: what kind of catharsis r u looking for? and what show do u think ur watching? it reminds me of how @likethemodel said, with shows like hannibal people are perfectly fine with an amoral, unchanging, evil to be evil for fun’s sake character, but with iwtv, theyre so discomfitted by it. why? is it bc u cant look away & lie to urselves the same way u can with other types of charas like this? idk. i havent watched hannibal, they did so . yea. but if u wanna see les go thru hell, its coming lol. but if u want like some adolescence of utena type shit where claudia and louis run over lestat w his car & leave to the outside world type shit its probably not going to happen. part of claudia & louis’s relationship decaying has to fundamentally incorporate the fact thatlouis wants to wants to be desired& the focal point of someone else’s caring control at the expense of claudia, who especially showverse cannot provide louis such things as a immortal girlchild. his daughter, his redemption, can only go so far. u ‘liberated’ urself from lestat, whats next? like. claudia isnt going to die in s2ep1. shes going to be in majority of that season. claudia warns louis about armand’s intentions toward harming her, but louis is so in love he ignores it n thats a big part in how their relationship degrades. so its just all around fun fucked up shit coming that some ppl will be rly angry at n treat it as if its a fault of the writing. when its rly themselves who put expectations if not completely made up things that have very weak /nonexistent canon basis so far much less later on. these immortal characters are endlessly forgiving of brutality. they love + rationalize the acts of their abusers. while they go thru character development, they somewhat remain stagnant in their flaws. bc what is immortality if not living the same life over n over n over n over aga

#Now no more ‘is lestat going to be redeemed’ asks im tied idgaf!!!! leave me alone #yn. #yn answers #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #claudia #armand