#she was pissing me off for the entirety of the first book

[acotarfrustrations]

An ongoing list of acowar grievances I'm keeping track of while I read (because there's too many to make a post about all of them)

1) Feyre's constant edginess. It's such a bizarre and ham-fisted shift in the voice of the character from the previous book. Too much tell, not enough show

2) "that they thought Rhysand could ever force someone . . . I added that to the long list of things to repay them for.".........lol OK girl

3) Feyre all of a sudden knowing how to use every power she has despite her very limited "training"

4) constant mention of Lucien and Elain's mating bond. Not only do I not give a damn, I REALLY wish it wasn't a thing all together

5) CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE IMPORTANCE OF THE MORTAL QUEENS TO ME? WHO TF EVEN ARE THEY?? It's so stupid that they don't get brought up until feyre is a fae like we have no clue the humans even have an overarching government until she's not human anymore. Why are they turning them Fae? What possible advantages can they grant the fae that they don't have already? How tf are there so many queens when the human territory is so small? For that matter, why tf is Hybern going to war over a tiny handful of humans? Why involve this convoluted plot with turning the mortal queens into Fae when it seems like the humans don't even know of their existence so they wouldn't listen to or follow them in the first place

6) this should be dual pov. I would LOVE tamlin's perspective or even lucien's

7) I need WAY more information about the cauldron because it makes no sense

8) this isn't a gripe but I just have to mention how bad I feel for lucien

9) somehow ianthe became 10x MORE boring as a villain. Like you could replace her woth Regina George and the book would be more interesting

10) WHY IS THERE SO MUCH SEXUAL ASSAULT, OH MY FUCKING GOD

11) this whole spying on the spring court thing is stupid, inefficient, and childish. The NC is risking the lives of all the courts doing this shit when they could easily just ACTUALLY TELL THE OTHER COURTS WHATS GOING ON TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO RALLY TOGEYHER AND DEFEND THEMSELVES, form an alliance, and reason with tamlin or attack him if he refuses to listen to reason. Most information they stand to gain from what they're doing is useless in light of how many fae and human lives stand to be lost or displaced

12) WE FUCKING GET IT FEYRE! THERE ARE TWO WOLVES INSIDE YOU! BENEATH YOUR SKIN YOU ARE A WOLF, A MOUNTAIN LION, A PANTHER, A COBRA, A TARANTULA, A BALD EAGLE, AND EVERY OTHER KIND OF PREDATOR UNDER THE SUN!!!!! JFC I GET SYMBOLISM BUT ITS GETTING CRINGE IN HERE

13) that entire ridiculous summer solstice scene in chapter 4

14) FEYRE COMPARING TAMLIN TO ARAMANTHA?! HELLO???????

15) the whole situation with using Lucien to make tamlin jealous is just....icky, idk

16) I almost regret wanting more political intrigue In these novels as it is by far Sarah Janet's weakest suit

17) framing jurian a villain is one of the dumbest decisions ever. Wish he had more screen time though

18) feyre's badass scene w/ the children of the blessed makes me wish that after she became fae, she returned to the human lands, killed/overthrew the mortal queens, said fuck you to tamlin and rhys, and just became queen of the mortal realms, having to earn her people's trust as a fae, protect and defend them, and come to terms w/ her loss of humanity. That would have been so EPIC

19) the entirety of chapter 8

20) the fact that acotar was written. If the series started w/ acomaf I would have a lot less problems. All the constant retconning and inconsistencies in canon and worldbuilding just keep pissing me off, idk I can't look past it

21) I'm losing count and I'm only on chapter 9 so I'm just going to keep reading for now. Might make a part 2 idk

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti sarah j maas #anti ic #anti acomaf #anti inner circle #anti acowar

[legitchild]

The outrage over season 8 actually pisses me off so much because it wasn’t the first time D&D fucked characters over, and the previous times they did that actually went against the books.

There was Stannis, who they wrote as burning Shireen and dying after failing to beat Ramsay. It’s physically impossible for him to burn Shireen in the books (she’s at the Wall and he’s dealing with Ramsay near Winterfell.) and he’s still alive, and the far likelier victor than Ramsay. They also removed the scenes where he grieved over Renly and other moments that really humanised Stannis.

There was the entirety of Dorne. In the books, Ellaria decries the idea of getting revenge for Oberyn because she doesn’t want to perpetuate the cycle of revenge. The show has her wanting revenge. The Sand Snakes are close to and protective of their cousins in the book, but in the show they kill Trystane. They’re also just much better characters in the book.

There was Euron. In the books, he’s a chillingly evil psychopath who abused his brothers when they were children, tortures multiple people and is just generally a terrifying person. Not the goofy, ridiculous pirate man he is in the show. I hate this one the most. Book!Euron is a despicable person but he, and his overall plan, are fascinating.

But there was only mild anger at these, not the vitriolic fury there was when the show had Daenerys do the same thing she’d been doing for seven seasons prior. I guess it doesn’t matter unless it’s the white saviour imperialist favourite.

#euron greyjoy #stannis baratheon #the dorne plot #ellaria sand #the sand snakes #daenerys targaryen

[quitefair]

From Sea to Shore: A Josephine Montilyet lore/meta project

Start reading here!

Hi, hello. I suppose introductions are in order.  

My name is Meera and I am a fan (derogatory) of Dragon Age. Have been since 2014, the moment my ears heard the Dragon Age Inquisition theme. (I’m a sucker for soundtracks, I can count on my hand the number of interests I’ve dived into solely because of the soundtrack.)

The reason I’m so fascinated with Dragon Age, as with many people on this site and beyond are, is because of the rich and complex lore that is contained within the world of Thedas. Whether it be within the games themselves, or the massive catalogue of supplemental media – books, comics, short stories published online, the massive hardcover bible of The World of Thedas, etc.

I think you can see where I’m going with this.

Dragon Age is known for… well. Not putting shit into their game. Which is arguably, the most important part of Dragon Age. Yknow. The games? Couple this with the fact that the writers are known to retcon things left right and centre… leaving fans with a, if you don’t mind my language, piss poor understanding of anything beyond surface level.

Now I’m not going to argue semantics about topics that I am clearly not qualified to talk about. I’m still learning things. So while I do read some absolutely delightful discussions on the Mage-Templar war, Tranquility, the Dalish, the Qun… I’m not qualified enough to write proper discussions on these serious and interesting topics.

Instead, I’m armed with having read too many books and watched too many shows. So, what I can do is to look at characters within Dragon Age that I have an unhealthy obsession with, and try to make sense of their stories.

And guess who I’ve decided to start talking about first?

[source]

I’m gonna start off by mentioning that I haven’t done anything like this before. My only credentials are having been unhealthily obsessed with this game franchise for coming onto 9 years now, and owning The World of Thedas 2. Which I haven’t read in its entirety. (Bioware please… put your motherfucking lore in your games, im beggin…) But I have been researching a lot of things recently while planning a frankly quite complicated Dragon Age fic, and after reading a lot of very well written meta on tumblr, and also realizing I enjoy writing my own, I thought I’d take a stab at it myself.

One of the main things I’ve been researching is Josephine and her backstory. On a surface level, it is easy to love her. She’s kind and sweet and absolutely adorable. Her romance fuels my entire existence. She is my Wife and I love her character to the ends of the earth.

But as with a lot of the characters newly introduced in Inquisition, she suffers from a scattered plot, a very superficial stance in the political scheme of things (despite being the political ambassador of Inquisition??? hello???), and is often reduced to several one-dimensional tropes that grate on my nerves.

I’m not discrediting people who enjoy her character as it is. Hell, I spent years loving her story as it is. But I am doing this as an aspiring writer and lover of stories, and a lover of complex, nuanced characters. I see Josephine as a character, much like many others in Dragon Age, who has so much potential to be more. I also see her story in the base game as being quite solid in itself, but is presented in a very scattered, messy way, that you as a player character, might not understand the full impact of.

This series is going to be equal parts laying down the lore of Josephine and the Montilyet family, in a way that people can easily understand and build their own meta and headcanons off, and also for me to speculate and build on my own meta that I’ve been working on. I’m not sure how many parts it’s going to be, we’ll take things as they come.

If you’ve made it this far, kudos for listening to this dude ramble for a thousand words. The real shit comes in a bit. Hope you enjoy.

(Josie in this picture is so me coded when I’m ranting in my Word document so I had to leave this here.)

#josephine montilyet #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #da meta #dragon age meta #da lore and meta #im kinda nervous about posting this but hey!!! i dont give a fuck anymore!!!! #i wanna yell abt my wife okbye

[thebatbites]

disclaimer: i have no genuine hatred/contempt for jess or jason! i am just very, very angry!

i hate how every guy in mystreet is obsessed with aphmau. like it pisses me off SO much. like okay. i get garroth, laurence, and aaron because you know THEY WERE HER LOVE INTERESTS IN MCD but dante??? travis???? brendan (for the literal slightest bit that he was here)??? three people who did not show any romantic interest her besides small (insignificant) crushes, that didnt go beyond playful flirtation and/or quick things that dont go deeper beyond surface level.

and i know mystreet was written in tandem with pdh but it doesnt make sense that they would include a wholesome friendship with travis and aphmau and then turn around and have them turn around to be strangers and travis flirting with her because he has an interest to her (but does... but does he actually??? or does he just like her because shes pretty like???)

thats why i like zanemau (as i will ramble abt in another post) so much because i was rooting so HARD for zane because he does flirt with her occasionally but its always backed up with a joke and he never showed any romantic interest for her. HE BECAME HER FRIEND FIRST. HE BECAME HER FRIEND FIRST. HE BECAME HER. FRIEND. FIRST.

and ofc im going to have the whole group genuinely become friends first but in mystreet it PISSES me off

and on top of that, they treat her like a prize to be won. which makes me mad because their mcd counterparts would. NEVER.

ive never talked about it here but all of the guys (excluding zane and vylad) took the biggest brunt of the character assassination tirade that jason (jason. not jess. jason. i have a firm belief that jason was a bigger contributor to mystreet than jess) went on to reduce all of the characters to cheap knockoffs and unfunny flat, static characters. while their mcd characterizations werent perfect, theyre LEAPS and BOUNDS better than their mystreet variations

and you want to know why? because they probably sat there and looked at the original version of mystreet (and mcd season 2) and said "damn, aaron is a fucking boring character" because he IS. compared to the vast majority of the characters in mystreet and mcd, aaron is largely uninteresting! in mystreet he has no real motivations. no drive, no friends, no job (that we hear about) and we never see aaron and aphmau hang out UNLESS its a scene where garroth and laurence over-fucking-react to aphmau having friends (oh god forbid the woman have male friends!) and sure he has the ultima thing going for him but we never even start hearing about that until mystreet season 3 (and pdh season 2)

and in mcd hes even worse! hes just some (probably musty) dude who came out of nowhere and saved aphmau from werewolves and has a vendetta against zane (surprise surprise, look around fucko! you arent alone, the entirety of rua'an has an axe to grind against the fucker!! get in fucking line!!). hes even LESS interesting than mcd aaron because he legit has NOTHING GOING FOR HIM. he never even made conversation with aphmau unless she was being a damsel or they were alone!!

you know doki doki literature club? when monika starts fucking around with the character files and pumped all of the girl's worst, most undesirable traits to max to make herself appear more likeable to the mc? i imagine that was jason's idea to make the boys look terrible and aaron look like a hero.

also side note: the fact that jason looks nothing like aaron weirds me the fuck out. like aphmau is obviously jess' self insert with similar hair, skin, and eye color but aaron looks nothing like jason aside the color of their fucking eyes. wack.

anyway thats it. sorry its taking me so long to update any of this, ive been trying to you know do this whole "self care" shit. its been working really well but ive been spending less time online as a result! but im working on my notes and im trying to figure out how i want to write this out! i dont have the time to write a comic book but i was thinking about writing and posting it on ao3!!! what do you think?

anyway, thats all for now. toodles!

#aphmaurewrites #aphblr #aphblur #aphmau #aphmau mystreet #aphverse #mystreet #minecraft diaries #mcd #aphmaumcd #aphmau rant #goingbatty

[naivesilver]

Rewatching a Pinocchio anime in 2022 (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!)

...yeah I'm just taking the piss here, but today I did finish rewatching Piccolino No Boken in its entirety and I must say, it was a very different experience than my first contacts with the show. Which, I mean. Could be explained by the fact that I was about 9 the last time I watched it regularly and I had seen some episodes as a preschooler already. But I digress.

Overall, it's a nice cartoon. Not a masterpiece, because it's a 70s anime that verges on shonen content most of the time, with the main character having almost ridiculous misadventures every day and being followed by parodies of villains - but all the same, it's still good. They took many themes and scenes from the Collodi novel and adapted them to create a more fluid story/reworked them to fit the tastes of a different audience, and it was a good call! It really did wonders! I quite enjoyed the story, even putting aside the nostalgia factor it might have had on me. Plus, any adaptation that bothers to feature the gorilla judge, the snake, the doghouse and multiple other amenities deserves a high spot in any ranking, imho.

As for the more crucial questions...well.

Is the Fairy really as much an asshole as you thought her to be before your rewatch? Even worse, honestly, because now I have the full scope of her bullshit. The book Fairy was already a considerable bastard, but this one upped the ante more than I could have imagined. She gaslighted (gaslit?) multiple people including a child, straight up lied to said child and mocked him for his mishaps, willingly put him in situations that could turn dangerous and/or painful beyond control (and often did so!), abandoned him...I could go on. My point is, any woman causing a young boy to get kidnapped and strung from a tree branch and refusing to take him down until begged to do so deserves to be in everyone's blacklist, and I stand by this concept.

Did this Pinocchio have ADHD or anything similar? Maybe???? They probably didn't intend to make him so, but even so, they managed to accidentally check off many many MANY elements that would prompt raised eyebrows nowadays. He has trouble sleeping, poor emotional control, a physical difficulty in sitting still, gets distracted easily, hyperfocuses on seemingly meaningless details, struggles with unfamiliar foods...involuntary ADHDer or not, at least they succeeded in making him relatable to ME. Anything that has happened on my blog in the past two years can be directly sourced to 4yo Serena watching this Pinocchio be hyperactive as fuck and going :oooo

Who was your favorite character? Who else?

Are you going to watch Mokku next? Why don't we stop talking for a little while-

#pinocchio #piccolino no boken #pnb rewatch shenanigans #this is mostly bc lots of people in here dont have access to it in their language #don't think I am merely looking for attention #I am also doing that! but not only

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

time for ep 7

where is sucy

studious akko is here

creature from the black lagoon refs

just a random screenshot cuz i noticed diana and barbara are at the front but kinda removed from everyone else, or at least diana is. wonder where hannah is

iconic diana shot (not gonna lie, i dont actually like this frame lmao)

akko moment

fuck off lady

imagining being thrown into a language class with a bunch of heritage speakers of that language and you’re the only one who’s never spoken it once in your life

all this rewatch is doing is making me really really appreciate akko lol

was about to say if a C is her worst grade shes not actually that bad of a student but then realized this is probably based off the japanese academic grading system wherein a C falls between 60–69% and thats a D in the US and i’m not even gonna bother trying to understand all the different UK-based grading systems lmao

akko face

lmao this is so stupid and yea its played up for laughs but like she did good! like cmon shes never tried magic before coming to luna nova so this is actually commendable

wish we could have seen what diana did lol

imagine going to witch school just to become a plastic surgeon

can we talk about alic kelly 

imagine if we actually got an episode where amanda dragged everyone to a club lol

mushroom juice

good akko faces... also this scene was basically me in college any time i told myself i’d take a quick nap while pulling an all-nighter lol

yea

pipe bomb akko

akko just pissed off astrology girls everywhere

gotta wonder in which way diana’s prediction was supposed to go. like imagine if she was fucking around and meant it quite literally in that she would just leave campus versus hannah and barbara saying she’s gonna drop out

hell, imagine if diana saw her own shared future of akko going after her at the manor lol

still don’t understand how only akko gets in trouble here

lol akko

this is so dumb

how to uplift your students and definitely not bring down their self-esteem, a book by anne finnelan

ok a little admission to make here - the first time i watched this episode i was high and i could not stop laughing at the professor pisces reveal. this whole episode is def one of my favorites

the premise of this whole episode is just so absolutely ridiculous, i love it so much

akko you gay baby

like cmon this is probably the funniest fuckin scene in the entire series

just some looney toons level shit lmao

and props to asenshi for making this pun

do you think ursula thought she might lose her job during this episode?

this episode really solidified this as one of my all-time favorite series lmao

this is why she’s akko’s mom

she did it

esteemed luna nova professors

this episode is just one of the best episodes for showing off what a good little bean akko is. like they’d been screwed even worse if akko had listened to lotte and left the fish family to the poacher

ursula could’ve coward’d her way out of this like later on when akko goes missing, but...

... she stood up for her and despite everything else later on. and look at akko’s face at that 🥺

i didn’t notice for the longest time that every time we see a newspaper after episode 3, we get an update on the shooting star

get owned finnelan

not so fast

this must have been the most hellish week in entirety of akko’s life at luna nova

🥺 🥺 🥺

ok and thats it

i said it above, but this is for sure one of my favorite episodes of the series and it just encompasses a lot of what’s fun about lwa. idk to me when i first watched it, it was like a massive dose of serotonin while i was going through a bit of a very hectic and stressful time and just everything about the show was just something that made me happy 

lol wow can’t believe the girl who strove to make people happy with her magic… makes people happy… with her magic

#gayanimeweed lwa re-watch party #ep 7

[calcichel]

Okay, I need to do something about The Locked Tomb, because I read the first book and immediately decided to stop reading. But I keep seeing amazing art and posts about the series on Tumblr, so I’m hoping someone here can help persuade me of why I should give this series any more of my time. Spoilers after the cut…

The ending of the first book was such a betrayal. Months later, I am still pissed off at the author. I haven’t read the second book, but I skimmed through it enough to see what I was dealing with in terms of story structure, enough to continue being incredibly angry about way the first book concluded.

We spent the entirety of the book getting to know Gideon, learning to understand our protagonist, see what she sees, and feel what she feels. Harrowhark is there, and she’s lovely, but she’s only lovely through Gideon’s eyes. We don’t know her otherwise; I only love her because Gideon loves her. With no experience of living inside her perspective, the audience doesn’t have investment in her as a protagonist - she is illustrated solely as a love interest, and we are invested in her as such. To spend an entire book building up the relationship between these two, cultivating Gideon as a character, feeding us the type of slow-burn details that would keep this ship alight across several books - and then to keep the love interest but to kill off the protagonist, is BONKERS.

From a literary perspective it doesn’t make any damn sense. The protagonist is the lens through which we see, know, or care anything about the world! Our emotional bond to them is the bond that keeps a reader reading! Every other character in the book, until we get some time in their heads, is ultimately just part of the protagonist’s environment. Character deaths are meant to evoke the reader’s sorrow and sympathy for how they affect the protagonist! To kill off the main character is to kill off the emotional bonds that have been the heart of the story! Everything that I was looking forward to uncovering - the secrets of Gideon’s past, her strength, the progression of her relationship - every story element that the reader becomes invested in is about the protagonist in some way. You can’t just remove them all and keep going. That’s not how any of this works!

The right way to do this as a multi-protagonist series would have been to keep Gideon around (so we actually give a shit about anything that happens) but to give us the next book from the perspective of another character. We’d have the tether of our previous bond while we build up investment with our new protagonist. Then you can kill off the first protagonist. To just sever our bond with the current one and expect to want to jump to a new one is just so disrespectful of our time investment. And it’s presumptuous! This author is saying, “Gideon is just a handy vehicle to get this bigger story started; we don’t need her anymore, off to the next character!” That the author has expected us to become so attached to Gideon’s environment that we’re willing to keep carrying on living in it even when she’s not there, is crazy to me.

And so I also can’t believe that everyone doesn’t feel the same!! I come here to Tumblr and I keep stumbling across this fandom, and it blows my mind. These people kept reading the series even after being robbed of every emotional scaffold the first book built. It doesn’t break their heart to carry on with Harrowhark and leave Gideon behind. Why is everyone else not as pissed off about this as me??

I really can’t imagine what could persuade me to continue with the series after my trust in the author has been damaged so badly. But I’m interested to hear your thoughts if you’re someone who has continued reading the series. How do you go on, with the understanding that the emotional tethers you build as a reader are not necessarily those that are foundational to the story? Do you have to read in a state of emotional detachment? Am I just missing something here? Please help me, because I am still tormented, and it seems I will only remain so as long as this fandom exists on Tumblr.

#the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt #tlt spoilers #gideon the ninth #bad reader angst #I honestly can’t believe how still upset I am about this

[theimaginatrix27]

So I had one of my many whacky-ass crossover dreams last night and I wanted to write it down because it was fun okay.

So it started with me watching a TV show but shifted to me participating kind of? (My fic dreams are often in the form of me being part of the story and/or viewing it as if it were a fully licensed TV series which I then have to wake up and realise is not in fact real and searchable on the internet and which I cannot find out the rest of what happened in. It is a most disappointing experience.)

The first part's kind of confusing, but dreams rarely make sense for long enough to get a coherent story out of in its entirety. But something something Seto Kaiba has to go into hiding because a new villain who may or may not have been a new spirit that possessed Yugi and turned him evil is looking for him something something(I don't set store by that bit, it's too boring and I think was derived from one of the fics I've been reading recently in which Yami is more like his manga self, but I digress).

The bit that's the clearest is that he somehow ends up hiding in the dorms of Cackle's Academy. I watched the Worst Witch TV series from the late 90s/early 2000s religiously and it's the version I like best. The books were not long enough and are also sparce and diverge a few installments in because of how infrequently new ones were published, so the TV show had to make a lot of stuff up as they went along. And imho it was good stuff! The Netflix version was nowhere near as fun. But I must digress again.

An important aspect of this dream scenario was that Mildred and her friends, and Ethel Hallow, know who Seto Kaiba is. And of course they want to help him but at the same time they're a bit starstruck (except Ethel doesn't know yet, I'll get to that later). Of course, as usually happened in the show when the girls were trying to sneak things, Ms Hardbroom found out something was up, and is not amused by Seto's presence, because he is a young man in an all-girls school. She is not aware who Seto Kaiba is, but is impressed by how he carries himself and presents his case.

For those of you less familiar, Ms Hardbroom (her first name is Constance in the version I'm most familiar with and hekate in the books/netflix version) is the potions teacher in the TV show I spoke of, and is very strict and inflexible when it comes to the main characters and their tendency to break rules (and bring electronics into the school), and has a knack for teleporting and popping up right when the main girls least want her there. I like her, honestly. The girls don't but they're teenagers. Ms Hardbroom is not nearly as harsh as the likes of Professor Snape, and in the dream at least, Seto gains a certain amount of respect for her, even if he thinks the naming convension these witches have is kind of ridiculous.

To help Seto hide, he is given a cloak of disguise that makes him look like a girl (no physical change, just a really good glamour. This ignores the magic system of the world, but I absolutely do not care, this world totally can have a cloak of Trans-Your-Gender if my subconscious wants it to), and he spends the rest of the dream making snarky comments about Mildred's decisions and pissing off Ethel Hallow, who doesn't know who he is, until she turns the weird new girl Sofia into a toad briefly, which forces him to leave the cloak behind,and when Ethel's made to turn him back, she recognises him and is horrified, because she is actually secretly a Seto Kaiba fangirl and OH MY GOD I SPELLED SETO KAIBA MY LIFE IS RUINED!

Aaaaand that's basically the dream. And it was fun, and I want to expand on it but I'd have to make up a plot and I have too many stories already. I'll just have them run into one another during that one Magina incident where all the timelines and the people within them get jumbled up for a bit.

#YGO #Seto Kaiba #The Worst Witch #Trix Has Random Dreams

[risubisu]

ok so ranking my faves for season 1 of too hot to handle

rhonda - my girl is BEAUTIFULLLLL like she is just stunning 😭💕 i actually knew from the moment she walked in, i was js like "yeah this girl is going to be my fave fave fave" AND SHE DID BECOME MY FAVE

chloe - tbh most of the time i'm not big on the loud n extroverted girls cos i prefer the quieter and sort of more introspective ones, but chloe is just too lively to not be my fave 😭 she's so invested in the drama and loves being the center of attention and i just love that ab her <3

matthew - out of all the guys, he n dave r my two faves !! the only reason why he's above him is cos we share the same dislike for haley 😒

francesca - ok honestly, the first time she came in, i didn't like her all that much just based on vibes alone :/ i think it was cos when she came in she went straight to the boys n didn't say hi to the girls there (maybe she did and i missed it, idk) BUT i came to love her during the season bc she was so real for everything 😍 i was also so pissed at harry for that little stunt he pulled ugh ++ i hated that thing she tried to pull off w haley n how immature she was at the beginning but fortunately she had her redemption weeee

lydia - since she was a new arrival and came late,, i really did not think she would end up high on my list, but lo and behold !! when she first came in, she was all like "oh whatever f this show idc i'm gonna do what i want" and i was put off by that 😶 but she started interacting w the other girls and she was so open to the workshop and just becoming a better person on the retreat that i could not help but like her 😌

nicole - tbh she didn't do that much, she wasn't the most main character-y person n all, but she also wasn't a hindrance to the group and she was nice w the girls :)

david - OK DAVID SO like in the beginning, i didn't like his intro all that much (i get that he was using his being a british "gentleman", to quote, to his advantage, but it was js kinda cheesy lolsies) but imo he was the most decent man on season 1 of the show 👌🏽 (i don't think he broke bro code at all on that incident w rhonda n sharron) he was giving valid insight and was (i think, idk maybe i'm biased) the least horny guy amongst all of them (plus points in my book)

sharron - right off the bat i did not like him 👍🏽 i can't rmb what it was but i js recall him doing smth to piss rhonda off, and rhonda had a valid response to that, he got pissed at her response and started sulking,,, boy what??) i get that he has love trauma n stuff but rhonda's response ab how if she could do it, then he can was so real, i agree w her 100% on that (if he wants rhonda, he's got to work on it !! he can't expect rhonda to wait for him to heal before they do something, that's neither right nor realistic)

kelz - the whole alpha lion leader of the pack threw me OFF straight away 💀 he kept that mindset for the entirety of the show so he's ending up on this rank. the reason why he's on the middle tho is because he is the only person who actively resisted breaking the rules (mans was right in front of FRANCESCAAAAA and he still managed to stick by the book 😭)

harry - this guy is a dick you cannot change my mind. first, he blamed the kissing incident on francesca when it is so clear that he initiated it 💀 second is when he was having his little argument w fran and she decided to shift her attention to kelz, he was being such a baby ab the whole situation !!!!!! he had the AUDACITYYY to say that kelz was uglier than him ???? his smile holds a trophy over you my guy 😭 both their personalities are questionable, yes, but harry just cannot keep his wee in his pants 💀

bryce - his hairline threw me off and may or may not play a part in why he's on the bottom part of my list ... 😁👍 ok but looks aside, he was kinda nice sometimes. mostly a shallow geezer (the american kind) tho

madison - she just gave me the ick for some reason. i was very happy when she got booted from the show bc she sure as hell did not deserve that equal part of the prize fund

kori - now this man is just icky in all kinds of ways 😬 i mean like,,, the chloe situation ??? f he wanted francesca, why'd he go for chloe ??? he wasn't attracted to her and still gave back n replied to her initiations :/ if you didn't like the girl, you should've told her straight up. you were a complete waste of time for my girl chloe, she did not deserve you at aLL

haley - THIS GIRL IS SOOOOOOO DUMB 💀💀💀💀💀💀 do i need to explain why she is on the bottom of my list ?? 💀💀💀 matthew was so real when he said francesca hired her for the most befitting role of her mindless puppet LMFAOOOO this menace fool didn't even know where australia was like girl what

[libertyreads]

Book Review #132 of 2022--

Across the Universe by Beth Revis. Rating: 2.5 stars.

Read from November 27th to 30th.

Another book has been knocked off my 40 Books Before 40 Challenge. At this point, it really seems like it should have been called 40 Books Before 34 Challenge. Hyperfixation, am I right? I added this one to the list because it was pretty popular when it came out but at that point in my life I wasn’t reading a lot of Science Fiction. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten into more and more Sci-Fi. Which might be the reason I didn’t love this one? After reading the entirety of The Expanse series (novels and novellas) during 2022, I should have known that this one wouldn’t stand up to it.

But let’s start with the good: I found the characters to be pretty realistic. Is there a moment or two in the book where the villain is twirling his mustache? Of course. However, I found the other main characters to be realistic and interesting. I enjoyed seeing the dynamic between Amy and Elder change as the story went along. I also really enjoyed the friendship between Amy and Harley. I wish there was more of that throughout the novel.

The things I had the most trouble with were: 1) how clearly each plot point was telegraphed, 2) having to question how the science works almost the entire time, 3) how quickly Amy seems poised to forgive Elder. First, I hate the argument that a well structured and plotted twist is bad. I hate when people say they hate the ending to something because there was foreshadowing. But this felt more like giant neon signs leading the reader from one plot point to the next. I didn’t need to think for myself at all because the author just led me along the entire time. Second, maybe it’s me being a snob. One of the things I loved when reading The Expanse was always feeling like the science just made sense. I never had to wonder if the authors or the characters knew what they were talking about. And now that I’m reading something where the science is never really explained to the reader I’m asking all sorts of questions. Which isn’t really what you want. I wish I could have turned off that part of my brain and just suspended my disbelief. At the very end of the novel, Elder reveals something he’s been hiding from Amy. Something that is gigantic and something that I would absolutely never forgive someone for. Yet...She doesn’t say she forgives him on the last page, but it definitely seems like she’s about to. Which I don’t approve of. Let her be pissed. Let her go off. Let her hold a grudge. Let their relationship be strained with the weight of this truth while they still have to lean on each other for support. Because that’s a lot more interesting and a lot more realistic.

#across the universe #40 books before 40 #40 before 40 #books read in 2022 #2022 reading challenge #goodreads challenge #goodreads #booklr #bookblr #bookish #books #young adult #ya #young adult lit #book review #Beth revis

[mexbanana]

Nicholas and donald amazing race

#NICHOLAS AND DONALD AMAZING RACE SERIES#

#NICHOLAS AND DONALD AMAZING RACE TV#

How could you not love them?! Nicolas was far from the most physically fit racer in the history of the show, but he carried his own weight and his grandfather’s weight with ease without ever complaining. Nicolas had no subtlety and no social game in the airports and it was hilarious to watchĪt the end of the day though, they’re just a grandfather and grandson traveling around the world together who somehow defied everyone’s expectations and made it to the final leg. Then when they were trying to book a flight to Lithuania and Nicolas told the airline workers not to help the other teams when everyone was literally standing right there and overheard them which caused Hendekea to call him out and pretty much push him out of the way to get a better flight before him. There was the flight to Lithuania where Nicolas pissed off the airline worker which caused Ron to completely blow up on him for his behavior and Christina subtly trying to tell Nicolas to stop being a dick. You all know I love a good flight scrambler and Nicolas brought the drama to the airports with his terrible social game. I also enjoyed him when there were less teams and they were forced to show them more and it turned out that Donald was actually really funny! He deserved a bigger edit throughout the show and more lines. Don’s highlight of the season was definitely his performance in the polevault roadblock in the Netherlands he did in his underwear. Don was exhausted by the end of the season and pretty much tried to sleep or relax whenever possible while Nicolas worked his hardest to try to keep them alive (both literally and metaphorically). And with like five near eliminations throughout the race, they also served bottomgoddess realness which I always adoreĭonald was the grandfather who was also a potty mouth. Though they had one of the smaller edits throughout the season, I enjoyed them whenever they were shown. Nicolas & Donald were the comic relief team of the season, but they also brought the drama and some heart along the way. You expect the final three to include Lorena & Jason or Azaria & Hendekea, but instead this random old grandfather Donald crawled his way to the final three. The TAR 12 final three is legit one of the most random final threes ever, but that’s why I enjoy the season so much. I’m incredibly proud of what my sisterĪnd I accomplished, but we didn’t do it on our own.Nicolas & Donald are third boots who somehow snuck by all the way to the final three. The entire race was a humbling experience, and winning it even more so. She’s just one of those gals who REALLY deserves more than I can give. Add the fact that I have a girlfriend who I wish to make MORE than my girlfriend, so I’m fully aware that I need to be Stretch a dollar to pay my absurd New York rent and eat absurdly priced New York food. The salary is not exactly illustrious, and I’ve truly had to learn how far I can I’ve been humbled by working Off Broadway for two years now. Give me Rodgers and Hammerstein over “American Idol” any day.Īs far as the money going to my head… Not a chance. The show is a brilliant piece of work and I love singing the music. “The Fantasticks” is very dear to my heart – I got my equity card with it, it was my first New York gig, and it introduced me (through the late Bobby Oliver) to theĪmazing kindness my fellow actors can have for someone they’ve only worked with for a short while.

#NICHOLAS AND DONALD AMAZING RACE TV#

I will absolutely return to “The Fantasticks”! In fact, I’ve been in the show since it returned Off Broadway and have had to watch “The Amazing Race” backstage on a mini TV while we Read Nick Spangler’s email message in its entirety below. He is scheduled to make his first post-victory performance in “The Fantasticks”Īt the Snapple Theater Center on Wednesday afternoon. How far I can stretch a dollar to pay my absurd New York rent and eat absurdly priced New York food,” Mr. Spangler said that the prize money would help him continue to pursue a career in which “the salary is not exactly illustrious. Replying to questions sent via e-mail, Mr. Spangler shared the prize with his sister, Starr, a former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, after the siblings won a worldwide race that brought them to Cambodia, India, Kazakhstan and Russia.

#NICHOLAS AND DONALD AMAZING RACE SERIES#

Try to remember the kind of December when you were watching the finale of the CBS reality series “The Amazing Race,” and thought one of its champions looked familiar: sure enough, Nick Spangler, who wasĪ winner of the show’s $1 million prize on Sunday night, is a star of the current Off-Broadway production of “The Fantasticks,” in which he plays Matt. Nick Spangler and his sister Starr were the winners of CBS’s “The Amazing Race” on Sunday.

#Nicholas and donald amazing race

[sirendeepity]

[ Nessian one-shot ]

A/N: I derailed while writing this fic, and then I derailed again. It's a lot of things, and I'm not sure if that's good. But it did give me some ideas for more smut, which I don't know if I'm ever going to write at this point. I'll think about it. Also, don't ask questions - I didn't know what was going on either. If it's utter trash, I take no credit; if you liked it, it was all me. Anyway, enjoy? <3

(Shoutout to @faeriebambula for choosing the title, kudos to u bestie)

W/C: 2.8k

T/W: ---

Nesta used to think her pain tolerance was high. Nesta also found out she was wrong.

Azriel had warned her about the risks and the process in its entirety, from the first prick of the needle to the last day of healing, but it was the subtle “you can’t do this” implication in his tone that had her laying on that goddamn table for hours on end. No one did things out of spite better than Nesta Archeron.

Not even halfway through, she’d contemplated the idea of giving up. She could’ve walked away still in one piece, but she knew her pride and ego would’ve never survived the hit, and it would’ve been easier for her to die in silent agony than give the Shadowsinger just an ounce of satisfaction. So Nesta had stayed still as a statue, gritted her teeth to the point of breaking (they didn’t, but it was a close call), and had reminded herself to breathe every now and then.

Now, a little more than a week later, she was glad her brain had erased every memory of what actually went down. Maybe it was a little overdramatic of her, but she could live with it—well, without it.

She rolled her shoulder in a weak attempt to ease the tingling sensation on her back, hoping to create some friction between her skin and the pillows underneath her, to no avail. With a huff, she turned her attention back to the book in her hands, reading the same line for the fifth time. Because of her lack of focus, she was missing out on the good part.

The first boom of wings bouncing between the bookcases of the library had her heart jump in her throat. Nesta sat up straighter, snapping her head toward the door, eyeing the fluttering lights in the process. Like a child caught with her hands in the cookie jar, she rolled her eyes and let herself fall back onto the pillows.

“So much for acting cool and collected,” she muttered, both to herself and the overexcited House.

With a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and resumed her play pretend.

Get it together, Nesta thought, even as her every instinct screamed at her to get her ass up and reach the door first. It had just been ten days, not a lifetime.

It might as well have been, though. It was not the first time she and Cassian had to stay away from each other to fulfill whatever duty or mission required their presence, and it was far from being their last, too, but even after decades she still couldn’t get used to it. The anxiety, the yearning, the relief. Every mission was like the first, with no exception. Logically, she knew—that he was safe, that it was work, that things couldn’t be any other way. Physically, on the other hand… It was a completely different story, one she had no control over, no matter how many times she’d tried to instill some sense into her own troubled heart. Just a few years back they had celebrated—mourned was more like it—the hundredth year since Nesta and her sister, Elain, had been taken from their home and turned against their will. For more than a century Nesta had been purely fae, and although she’d since gotten used to some changes—heightened senses, strength, magic—the mating bond was far from making it to the top of the list. It still caught her off guard sometimes—the feeling of having two souls while sharing the same one.

The soft click of the library door closing made her breath catch, that amber and sandalwood scent invading her nostrils. It made her dizzy, turning the words into a blurry mess of ink. It pissed her off. Who gave him the permission to make her feel that way, when just a touch from him would make her implode, but no touch at all would be the end of the world—her world?

It went against everything her mother had ever taught Nesta. To let someone hold such power over her, to make everyone and everything aware of her one true weakness.

Loving Cassian has always been her most beautiful mistake.

Nesta kept her eyes pinned on the page as footsteps approached her, every thud, thud, thud in perfect rhythm with the loud beating of her heart.

Nesta didn’t even have the time to take a proper look at her mate before he raised her skirts and sunk his teeth in the flesh of her thighs.

Their friends and family often joked about how passionate they were, and how “inappropriate it was for the kids”. They imagined clothes tearing, hot breaths, and flushed skins. Nesta never had it in her to ruin their fun, no matter how far from the truth it might be. It was not something meant to be shared. The tenderness of his touch, the soft press of his lips on hers, the leathery texture of his wings as they closed around them both.

Most times, they hid in the warm cocoon and held each other for hours on end, reveling in the sound of their heartbeats syncing, their ribs fitting like puzzle pieces. This time was not one of those.

Nesta hissed, biting her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.

“Why did you shut your end?”

It took her a moment to register the question and the meaning behind it. He knew, then. Of course he knew, perceptive as ever. Why had she even bothered to keep it a secret? She should’ve known it would be nothing but a waste of time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nesta breathed. Her eyes fluttered shut the moment his tongue flicked against her skin, tracing a trail up to her most sensitive part. She could feel his breath on her, hot against her wetness, and it sent shivers up her spine.

“Don’t lie to me, Nesta,” Cassian murmured against the bundle of nerves, “Tell me what happened.”

The concern underlining his tone would’ve unsettled her if her core wasn’t already throbbing with need.

Nesta opened her mouth, closed it, and tried again. Her face was still hidden behind the open book, but there was no denying the thickening scent of arousal stinking the air.

“Nothing happened.”

Cassian stilled, his unanswered questions hanging above her head like an ax ready to fall.

Then it was only strained breaths and lace tearing. Nesta didn’t even feel the cold kiss of air on her bared sex before his lips closed around her clit, sucking.

“You know I don’t like when you shut me out,” Cassian said against her, the deep timbre of his voice shooting straight to her core. “What is it that you don’t want me to know?”

He slid his tongue between her gleaming folds, nudging at her entrance before circling back up.

Nesta moaned, her free hand running through his hair. They felt like silk under her fingertips.

She found herself unable to think straight, unable to form words as his teeth nibbled her swollen clit, making her whimper. His fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her legs open for him to feats undisturbed as heat pooled low in her abdomen, begging for a release. Just as her breaths turned frantic, her climax just a lick from reaching its peak, Cassian pulled away. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves one last time, taunting, and said, “What is it, Nesta?”

Grunting, Nesta tugged at his hair, silently cursing him for denying her what she so desperately craved. The bastard only laughed, pressing a kiss to the sensitive nub before lazily circling it with his thumb while he stood, prolonging her misery. His eyes danced across her body, laying open and waiting. With a shift of his hips, Cassian pressed his bulging length against her dripping cunt, and smirked in satisfaction as her back arched off the pillows and her mouth hung open, the book forgotten on the floor. Nesta used what little willpower she still had left to lift herself up, locking her legs around him. She rolled her hips against his, and the pressure between her legs was so delicious that Nesta did it again. She tightened her grip and pulled Cassian closer, undulating her hips as he choked on a string of curses.

Their heavy breaths melted together as Nesta rode her mate’s cock, still clad in dark leather. She felt it twitching and pulsing, begging to be released. She looked down at the same time Cassian did, taking in the wet spot she’d left on him. Nesta huffed a laugh at the sight, the mess she’d made. She was dripping all over him, and that was reason enough for her to do worse—be worse.

She clawed at his shirt, sparing him the effort to take it off himself before pushing at his chest until he was flat on his back.

“Someone wants to play,” taunted Cassian, folding an arm behind his head as his eyes rolled down her body, clothed as it was.

Grinning, Nesta reached behind her and started undressing. She watched as his eyes tracked the neckline of the dress, lowering as button after button came undone. They hardened at the first hint of the linen bandages wrapped around her torso.

Cassian’s breath turned uneven as his gaze snapped back to hers. “Nesta—”

“Quiet.”

Usually, Cassian would’ve been the one to give orders, using that General Commander voice of his that made her toes curl. Every now and then he needed someone to make him behave, too.

As soon as Nesta rose to her feet, Cassian lunged for her. She only pointed a finger at him, the act speaking for itself. Cassian growled deep in his throat, wild eyes on hers, but settled back on the couch. Unknotting his leathers, he wrapped a hand around his cock, the head already gleaming with precum.

Nesta’s mouth watered at the size of him, the memory of that same cock hitting the back of her throat, stretching her cunt to the point of pain, filling her with his seed.

“Nes,” Cassian pleaded, the fast rising and falling of his chest a clear sign of how close he was to losing it. Reaching behind her with unsteady hands, Nesta untied the bandages, letting the material caress her skin until it slipped to the floor. Cassian’s eyes zeroed in on her peaked nipples, heating her skin.

Nesta stepped forward, unsteady on her own two feet as she reached her mate.

“You know, Cassian,” Nesta murmured against his ear, grazing the tip of her nose along the strong column of his neck. Cassian groaned, his hand twisting harder around himself. Nesta wrapped her fingers around his, dragging her nails up his length. He bared his teeth, hissing, as Nesta lowered her head and licked clean the tip of his leaking cock. Just a taste, but enough to bring him a breath away from insanity. He looked about to do just that.

“That was very rude,” she went on, retrieving Cassian’s discarded shirt as she turned her back to him. She swayed her hips a couple of times before wrapping the ripped cotton around herself, making sure he’d see the markings on her skin.

Ever since she’d called in the bargain made with the Cauldron she’d thought of ways to replace it. Too used to the splashes of black painted on her back for decades, she had found herself unable to see the naked extent of her skin and not feel like something was amiss. It was Feyre who gave her the idea, just a couple of months before, and then everything fell into place. It took her quite some time to choose the design of the tattoo, one too many ideas crowding her mind. Until Cassian had told her she didn’t need wings to be Illyrian after a particularly heated fight, right before he had to leave. And that was it. Two days later, a pair of black, bat-like wings were inked on her back, the dark presence a quiet comfort to her senses.

A muffled thud made Nesta turn her head. Cassian was on the floor, on his knees, staring at her like he’d seen her for the first time. She forced herself to look away before she would combust under his gaze.

“I’ve been patiently waiting for you to come back to me,” she repeated, “and what did you do?”

Nesta didn’t wait for his reply. She wasn’t sure Cassian even remembered how to speak, how to formulate a full sentence. “You marched in and interrupted my reading. You didn’t even say ‘hi’.”

Once she reached the table, Nesta faced him again. She leaned back, just enough for the shirt to part and reveal the valley between her breasts, the taut muscles of her stomach, her pink, throbbing sex. Ignoring the aching needs of her body was getting harder, even for her. Cassian shifted on his knees, crawling to her. He knew he was utterly at her mercy, so he did the only thing he knew would be of use: he begged for forgiveness, for salvation.

“Is that how you treat your mate?”

Nesta saw it in his eyes how just saying that word fucked up his brain. Said hazel eyes now followed her hand as it sneaked down between her thighs, lazily circling her clit.

“Indeed it isn’t,” Cassian forced out, his throat working. “But I could show you if you’d let me.”

“Let you?” Nesta’s breathy laugh turned into a gasp as her fingers inched toward her entrance, teasing the wet entrance.

Cassian moved closer and closer, eyes wide like a madman.

“You don’t deserve it, Cassian,” Nesta panted as she dipped two fingers inside herself, down to the knuckles. She rested one thigh on the edge of the table, granting herself easier access as she started pumping her fingers in and out and in again.

“I know,” Cassian growled, pained by the gratification she was denying him. “Let me earn my forgiveness. Please.”

Nesta loved hearing her mate beg. It awoke some primal part of her, and she always let it take control. Let it guide her body until she was fucked raw and worn by pleasure.

She slipped out her fingers, whimpering at the emptiness, and arched her back.

An invitation, and a command.

Cassian shot to his feet, reaching her in such a rush the impact made the table slide back a few inches.

He gripped her hips and rolled on her stomach before sinking into her, buried to the hilt. Nesta couldn’t even catch her breath as Cassian started rocking his hips, diving into her so hard she saw stars every time he hit that spot deep inside her. Their moans and the slick sliding of their bodies were the only sounds filling the library.

Cassian ripped what remained of his shirt from Nesta’s back to feel the tattooed skin underneath his hand. His touch was light, almost reverent, so at odds with the hammering of his cock inside of her. “Fuck, Nes.”

Nesta propped herself on her elbows, arching her back to look up at her mate.

“Do you like it?” she whimpered. Cassian closed his hand around her throat, trapping her lips in a bruising kiss as his thrusts picked up pace. She moaned frantically in his mouth, feeling her release just a flick away. Cassian sank his teeth into her neck, claiming his mate again and again, and it was all Nesta needed. Her mind shattered, the orgasm like lightning running down her spine as she screamed his name for Velaris to hear. Nesta collapsed on the table, her hardened nipples scraping against the wooden surface with every movement of his hips as he kept riding her, even as his own movements turned sloppy. He was close too. Nesta clenched around him once, twice, and Cassian erupted. He stilled, breathing heavily as his cock pulsed, twitched, spilled. Nesta closed her eyes, focusing on the blood roaring in her ears while she came down from her high. Gradually, she flew back inside her body, gaining it back inch by inch.

She felt his lips first, kissing the outlines of her wings, tracing talons and tendons.

“Surprise,” Nesta sighed, shivering under his carefulness.

Cassian, still buried in her, aligned his chest to her back, letting his weight pin her in place. He nuzzled his nose in her hair, under her jaw, along the curve of her shoulder.

“It’ll take me a bit more to be forgiven, won’t it?” He murmured against her oversensitive skin. Wherever he touched, she burned.

“Definitely.”

And with that, Cassian was moving again.

#dee writes #Salvation #nessian #nessian fic #nessian fanfiction #nessian smut #nesta archeron #cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta

[littlemissnoname13]

Wanderlust, Wonder if it’s lust? (D.M.)

Summary: You book a vacation for you and your boyfriend when you were together. It seemed like a great idea at the time but Now you are forced to go on a trip with you ex because the trip is non refundable.

Pairing: Draco x Female!reader in a modern AU.

Warnings: mature themes explored, mature language used, there is a brief sex scene but it’s not very graphic. Please be weary of it though and read at your own discretion.

Words: 3200 (it’s a lengthy one, I’m sorry.)

A/n: writing this was an immersive experience. I wrote the first half while booking my own trip and I wrote the second half at a quaint little town spilling with art galleries and antique shops. I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. X

Masterlist

A quick google search reveals Information she already knows.

Non-refundable (adj): not repayable or returnable in any circumstance.

When you are in love, words like forevermore sound so simple and uncomplicated.

Promises seem to roll off your tongue with the same minimal effort and nonchalant ease as spreading softened butter on toast.

When you are in love, your significant other fits you like a soft body hugging dress that you wear to every occasion because nothing ever goes wrong in that dress. Rain or shine, bachelorette party, brunch or your worst hangover—your dress is your one true north. It makes you look and feel like the best version of yourself. Much like he does.

And in those times, you don’t care for refunds or returns.

Why would you want a refund on a love that hugs all your curves, keeps you warm on cold days and makes you feel beautiful on your bad days, anyway?

There is no point demanding a cash back on it, nor asking for a discount because love is supposed to last a lifetime and beyond.

That is exactly what she thought when she booked a seven day trip with her ex boyfriend.

Now, as she reclines against one of those many uneasy little chairs at the airport lounge, she begins to regret ever paying for this stupid trip. It had taken her five whole paychecks but at the time it seemed like it was worth it.

She googled all the possible synonyms for the word “non-refundable” one last time to make sure there aren’t any loopholes she can possibly exploit to get her money back. Times are rough, inflation is high and her student loan is crushing her soul.

She simply can’t afford to not go on this trip with the little shit.

The flight is delayed for another two hours and Draco is still nowhere to be seen. She thinks it’s a good sign. At Least she can have all the Piña coladas for herself.

“I hate Piña coladas.” His voice slices through the noise of the bustling airport like a sharp blade. Every fiber of her body reacts in a way that can only be described as muscle memory.

She looks up to find him looming in front of her in dark washed jeans and a plain white t-shirt that hugs tightly on his biceps. He never wears jeans so she assumes it’s his version of vacation clothes.

“If you haven’t noticed already, the bottomless Piña coladas are non refundable too.” She slams her old overheated MacBook shut. “Also, no one is forcing you to drink them.”

“Ah, snappy as always.” A smirk pulls at his lips. “Nothing’s changed, I suppose.”

She hates that smirk. She hates that even after everything that has happened, she still wants to lean towards it like a sunflower bending towards sunlight.

“I’m only snappy when you’re around to piss me off.” She says, rolling her eyes at him. She manages to catch a peak of the tattoo she knows is hidden underneath his shirt. She doesn’t even have to see the entirety of it to remember that it’s a dragon that starts at his left bicep and coils around his shoulder. Every scale, every line work and detail of the dragon is engraved into her mind from the kisses she placed on it, once upon a time.

Draco holds out his hand—an open, inviting gesture that she ignores. She doesn’t want a truce. She doesn’t want anything to do with this man.

“Where are we going?” She asks.

“The VIP Lounge. I could use a drink..or five if you keep glaring at me like that.”

She snorts. “I sometimes forget you are filthy rich and don’t prefer fraternizing with peasants.”

“And yet here I am.”

“Why?” She asks with genuine curiosity as she gets on her two feet. “Why are you even here anyway? It’s not like missing this trip will hamper your finances.”

He goes quiet for a bit. It is a rare instance to see him at a loss for words. The blue in his eyes dim down to a fog of dark gray. Even if he manages to think of a response, he doesn’t bother to say it.

“After you.” He gestures instead and she shakes her head and stomp on ahead, dragging her suitcase with her.

****

Draco Lucius Malfoy can get a flight upgrade just by casually mentioning his full name. He can get a bright red convertible and its keys waiting for him outside the airport just by making a single phone call.

What he can’t get however is another room for himself. No matter how many times he insists to the front desk clerk that he is happy to pay double the price.

The hotel is fully booked due to a wedding happening over the weekend, followed by a company retreat. That means she is stuck with him, inside four walls and a single queen sized bed.

“It’s fine... I’ll sleep on the floor. Everything’s fine. We will spend a majority of our trip outside anyway.”

She begins to hyperventilate as she unlocks the door and pads the premises of the room, her little hand-carry luggage following her every step.

Draco enters the room shortly after her and walks straight towards the bed. He pulls at a pillow and tucks it under his left arm before marching into the bathroom.

She follows him inside and watches in quiet confusion when he tosses the pillow into the bathtub.

“There.” Draco says, dusting his hands even though the pillow is crisp and clean. “You can have the bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She shakes her head. “You can’t possibly sleep inside the tub. Your entire body will be aching and sore when you wake up the next morning.”

Draco raises a brow and something inside her stomach twists into a tight knot when she realizes the unintentional double entendre.

Those smoke gray eyes sweep her entire form before pausing, right at her lips. His gaze leaves a trail of heat in its wake, all across the expanse of her skin and she is suddenly thinking about his tattoo again.

The warmth makes her throat dry up and she swallows hard before compelling herself to look away.

He too, snaps out of it and walks straight out the bathroom, his shoulders brushing hers when he passes.

She thinks she should say something—anything to make this lingering cloud of tension go away. But the door clicks shut before she can manage to say a single word.

Just like that, he is gone.

****

In order to maintain mental peace and sanity, an unspoken treaty is enforced.

If he goes left, she goes right. When he hikes up to the nearest viewpoint, she walks all the way down to the ocean shore in the opposite direction. When he catches her entering the local bar for hamburgers and drinks, he crosses the street and slips into an Italian restaurant.

The day goes by in a quick montage of bright colors, craft beers, souvenir shops and her gps lady’s passive aggressive voice giving her directions.

She knows she can only avoid him for so long. Her legs are starting to ache and her hair smells like saltwater. She’ll have to go back to their shared room eventually. Unless…she finds somewhere else to crash for the night.

It’s peak tourist season so finding another hotel is not an option. It’s not like she can afford it anyway.

Throwing back her last pint of beer, she fixes her hair and tugs her top a little lower before approaching a man, sitting alone in a booth. He looks up from his phone and gives her a flirty little smile when he notices.

She sits down next to him and he orders two pints of pale ale before introducing himself as Zacharias. She shakes his hand and offers her name in return.

With each sip, they make awkward small talk about the weather, the food and other things that do not hold much substance. It is clear that he wants nothing but a one night stand too.

It’s a stupid idea, but she’s desperate. Even breathing the same air as Draco makes repressed feelings bubble up and trickle out of her. She can’t trust herself around him.

“I’m not looking for anything serious at the moment.” Zacharias clarifies just in case the message wasn’t clear enough.

“Neither am I.” She shrugs. She doesn’t think there will ever be anything serious after Draco.

“Great.” Zacharias finishes the remainder of his beer. “I’m staying over at—”

“There you are. I was beginning to think I lost you for a second.” The voice that she’d been trying to avoid all day cuts Zacharias mid sentence. She finds it hard to look up because she knows the sight of him will rob her off her breath.

“You lost me a long time ago.” She mutters.

“Do you know this guy?” Zacharias looks at her and then at Draco.

She hates how good he looks in the t-shirt and black leather jacket. His blond hair has a wild, windswept quality about it and the way stray, stubborn bits fall into his forehead make her decide that vacation Draco is unfortunately just as attractive as the all black suit one.

“I wish I didn’t.” She glared at him. “So I pretend I don’t—on most days.”

“Does that help you sleep at night?” Draco lets out a quiet laugh. “Pretending to not know me?”

It doesn’t.

She hasn’t slept in between now and then. She thinks about him way too often than she’d like to admit. She thinks about his voice, the way it sounds in the morning, the way he hums absently when she’s laying her head on his chest, the growl that escapes his lips when he is inside her.

“Uh, I think we should get going?” Zacharias suggests, getting up from the booth and dusting his jeans clean from the chips seasoning.

She looks up at Zacharias, and then steals a glance at Draco. His eyes are the color of pure mercury under the bar lights. One glimpse and she is suddenly glued to the booth. She can tell he is furious but she secretly loves getting under his skin.

As much as she wishes she could irk him a bit more, she is too tired for games. She gives Zacharias an apologetic smile and he shakes his head and walks away.

As soon as Zacharias disappears a switch goes off and the tiny blue flecks return in Draco’s irises.

“I was just trying to give you the room, you know.” She sighs in defeat as he sits down next to her. “I didn’t want you to sleep in the tub.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor, if that helps.” He shrugs. My mum’s chiropractor says laying on the floor can sometimes help the back.”

“How’s Narcissa?”

“She asks about you all the time.” He smiles wistfully as he orders another round of drinks. Two Piña coladas. “She is convinced I am going to die alone so she keeps trying to set me up with girls.”

“Met anyone interesting?” She asks, trying to ignore the small pang of jealousy inside of her.

“None as interesting as you, I’m afraid.”

Warmth flows through her body again and she can’t help but break into a smile.

****

It’s a small coastal town prone to moody weather conditions so it starts to rain when they walk back towards the hotel, side by side, with a safe distance in between.

Streetlights overhead cast a glossy sheen on the wet concrete as the raindrops multiply from one to one hundred.

She doesn’t have a jacket with her, so she has to rub her arms to warm her from the sudden drop of temperature. Draco seems to notice this because one second he is a meter away from her, and the next he is shielding her from the rain under his jacket.

The jacket technically doesn’t do much to hide them from the rain but she doesn’t say a word.

He smells like cedar wood and mint, so familiar that she almost feels like she is finally back home after an exhausting journey uphill.

She turns her head just a little to get a better look at him and now his cheek is pressing onto her forehead. Her lips are inches away from his jaw.

“It doesn’t help me sleep at night.” She blurts. “I can unfortunately never successfully pretend to not know you.”

“Good.” He says, turning just a little and lowering his head so that their foreheads press up together. There is relief in his smile and she scowls at him.

“Why are you smiling at my misery?”

“Because I am as miserable as you are. If not more. I can’t sleep at night either.” He whispers into her temple, his voice a soft caress on her skin.

“And why is that?”

“Because I know too much. I know the way you take your coffee and I know what side of the bed you prefer to sleep in. I know what your hands feel like on my skin, and I know that you don’t own enough jackets because it is your own silent, one woman revolution against the colder months.”

He dips his head a little lower so he can place his lips on her pulse point. The graze of his teeth sends shivers down her back. “Tell me, sweetheart. How does one go about erasing someone from their mind when these little things are embedded deep into their heart?”

She can’t seem to look away now. Not when the levee holding back her emotions is threatening to burst any second.

The rain is still pouring and he lets the makeshift leather jacket umbrella drop to cup her face in both his hands. His thumbs make feeble attempts to wipe away the raindrops from her cheeks and she just laughs when he grumbles curses at the sky.

They have both had difficulty loving people and letting people in.

When she thinks about it, she doesn’t even remember how or why the breakup happened in the first place.

What she does know it’s that they have both in some ways been unlucky in life, in love, and have collectively lost so much—have lost each other.

They can always learn to heal and forgive. Can they not?

Draco seems to be asking the same question with his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

The terms of the peace treaty are still unclear. She doesn’t know if she’s allowed to kiss him so she brings her lips close enough just to touch on his before pulling away.

He lets out a low growl. “Don’t play with me. You have me standing on a ledge right now.” He winds his fingers around a stray strand of her wet hair.

“Will you jump if I ask you to?” She whispers.

Thunder rumbles the sky and he snaps out of the trance. He backs away and presses a small kiss on the top of her head. “Over and over.” He says, walking into the hotel lobby with her. “Till it breaks every bone in my body.”

****

Awkward silence fills the room and takes out all the air from it.

He is in the shower, washing away the day's sand, rain, mist and sweat. She can hear the water run. Anytime now, he will be done with his shower. She knows she should be looking for her own change of clothes so she can slip into the shower as soon as he gets out.

“You can have the room tonight.” He says, when the shower door creaks open. “I can sleep in the car.”

“During this weather? You can’t be serious.” She grabs her bathrobe and turns around to head to the shower. That is when she sees him—his tattoo, his bare torso, his glistening and drenched body. She forgets they’re broken up for a second and wants to jump him.

She is touch starved and she just wants to feel him against her. She just wants to run her fingertips along the outline of the dragon tattoo.

“It’s cold and I don’t want you to get sick.” She clears her throat, walking towards the bathroom. “You can sleep on the bed. We’re sensible adults.”

“Sensible we are.” He mutters like he doesn’t even mean it before stepping aside to let her pass through.

She momentarily shuts the door behind her and leans back against it to catch her breath.

Maybe it was her acting on her whim, maybe it was her base instincts taking over but she opens the shower door again and finds him still standing there.

“Oh thank fuck.” He growls, scooping her into his arms and they click.

If there is such a thing as a twin flame, it would be him for her. The reunion of their lips feels a lot like home.

He kisses her like he’d been famished for this.He devours her whole—her lips, her tongue.

Then, when she tugs at his hair to draw him closer, he stops.

“What are we doing?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” She whispers back, resuming their kiss. Right now, she wants this. She needs this. The rest they can figure out in the morning.

The kiss is a whirlwind of emotions.

It’s a game of pushing and pulling. A dance of attract and repel. A song of I missed you, and a glance of I want you.

She sheds her clothes like she’s shedding a cloak armed with knives. He drops his towel like he is surrendering his hidden weapons.

They are all in.

He is all in, pressing up deeper inside of her walls.

She claws against the walls as he rocks his hips, arching her back like an invitation for him to push himself to her hilt.

“I forgive you.” She whimpers. “I forgive you for everything you’ve had to do because of me, the places you’ve been to, the darkness you’ve had to bear witness to.”

“I forgive you too.” He barely whispers into her ears when the tidal wave of pleasure hits.

When she comes seconds later, it feels like the darkness inside of her has dissipated into pure silver light—the color of his hair, the tint of pleasure in his eyes.

Later, they crawl into bed together. It’s cold but he is warm and she allows herself to get comfortable.

It’s not even been seconds but sleep knocks her out of her senses. She hasn’t felt this safe in a while.

When she wakes up the next morning, she finds him already awake and staring at her.

“When we were dating, why didn’t you tell me you hated Piña coladas?” She asks, yawning.

He lets out a sound that sounds like the combination of an amused scoff and chuckle.

“I didn’t tell you that because I loved the way your eyes lit up when I gave you my Piña colada.”

“But you always ordered it.” She scrunches her brows.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to talk about last night.” She adds, unable to hide the anxiety in her voice.

He intertwines their hands and smiles down at her. “We can talk as much as you want about it during our walk across the vineyard.”

“Only if I get to drive.”

“It’s a deal.” He kisses her again, and she lets him.

***

End notes:

I’m on vacation so no tag-list was used.

I’ve been experimenting with my writing style a bit these days. Feedback is always welcomed. :)))

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[damiano-mylove]

The members of Måneskin’s guide to an S/O with sleep issues

Little bit of swearing, fluff *Masterlist*

Vic

Should you have troubles sleeping, Vic would gladly talk to you until you lulled off to sleep

Her stunning, velvet-y voice would be able to have you drift off in a few minutes; listening to each syllable that graced her lips, each enunciation, her peaceful accent

She has a certain way of keeping your mind from racing, just to focus on her - especially on stressful nights before some amount of event the next day

You didn't know how she did it, but it seemed Vic spoke to your soul and soothed it in it's entirety

Sometimes she just spoke about any topic you gave her, and she would practically speak her thoughts aloud for you to enjoy and doze to

Other times, you would pick one of the many books in your house and Vic would read each word verbatim

Even when she'd hear your breathing become heavy and even, Vic would continue with her words until she was absolutely sure you were asleep

Thomas

Thomas has his very own sleeping issues, so he could surely relate to your plight and how annoying it is for your body to cry for sleep while your mind wouldn't allow it

On occasion, if the next day was a busy day, Thomas would share with you his own secrets to sleep

Melatonin gummies, herbal teas, books, meditation, a cuddle

But more often than not, you both decide to piss on the next day's responsibilities and go on an adventure guided by the moon, herself, with the stars as your company other than each other

Finding a field to lie down in; to have the green, lush grass tickle your skin while your eyes and minds were occupied by the stars that shone to brightly above you - though Thomas would always argue that you were the brightest star in any galaxy

Going to a 24h store; with linoleum floors that smacked a little when your feet hit it, the fluorescent lights that burnt your eyes ever so slightly, buying things that you didn't really need

You enjoyed every second with Thomas, whether it be morning, noon, or night, and it was always an adventure in it's own right

Ethan

Sleeplessness nights often turned into film nights, with both of you cuddled up on the couch in extremely soft blankets and the converter lost in the cushions beneath you

It was hard to sleep if you weren't beside Ethan, so the obvious fix was to move in together, but then came the issue of just not being able to sleep some nights

If your thoughts raced above and beyond, Ethan would let you talk out your thoughts, no matter how stupid or how intense; he would always listen to you

If you just weren't tired, first there would be a whole guided sleep meditation, but if that failed Ethan had some melatonin gummies from Thomas (though the meditations usually did good things)

Ethan would first go through the whole doctor speech ('Are you drinking caffinated things before bed? Are you taking long naps?')

But then it was discovered that you just couldn't sleep

In the end, you usually fell asleep on top of Ethan or underneath his strong arms

Damiano

If you lived with Damiano, your sleep issues would be a thing of the past

He would have you both in bed and asleep before midnight every night, whether the next day meant sweet fuck all to either of you or not

Before bed would be regimen of herbal teas, with just a touch of honey if needed because Damiano already read you the riot act about sugar before bed

Skincare would be extremely relaxing, and that was a nightly activity that you both practiced on each other

Neither of you particularly used your phones when you were with each other anyway, because you were both about a hundred times more important to each other than whatever Tik Tok had to offer, so there was no distraction like that

Even if you fell asleep before him, or vice versa, you slept tangled in a massive knot, so there would be no hope of sneaking out of bed and watching telly or anything

Sleeping with Damiano would be a domino, because once one fell asleep, the other was trapped and forced to go to sleep, but you weren't usually far behind

a few of you mfs actually requested this (anon requests) so tell me if it sucks major ass, and i hope you lot enjoy it

#måneskin #maneskin #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis x reader #victoria maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas maneskin #thomas raggi x reader #ethan torchio #ethan maneskin #ethan torchio x reader #damiano #damiano david #damiano david x reader #damiano maneskin #x reader #damiano x reader

[girls4keigo]

A Bird Whisperer’s Guide to Fighting Villains and Falling in Love | Hawks x Hero!Reader

Summary: Hawks needs help to defeat an upcoming hero attack in Tokyo. What better hero to ask than the one he’s been crushing on for months

Warnings: F!Reader, Hero!Reader, Fluff, Cursing

Reader plays hard to get. Reader has a nature quirk and can control natural elements and talk to animals. Reader is a popular hero

a/n: hi! this is my first post i hope you all enjoy! :)

————

You sighed, trying to keep your composure while talking to a bunch of big name heroes. The fundraiser events that your agency made you go to were unbearable. Standing around for hours listening to the most mundane heroes try to impress you with their line of work. But hey, if it helps boost approval ratings I guess it’s not that bad.

For the past year you’ve slowly been climbing the ranks of the hero world. With a powerful quirk and unique fighting styles it was hard to go unnoticed. By now you were familiar with how the industry treated female heroes. It seemed as if the general public cared about anything but your hero duties.

It was all love, relationships, “Who are you dating?”, “What’s your skincare routine?”

You honestly didn’t expect any different but geez, it sure did piss you off. And now that you were in the top 3, you weren’t expecting any of it to die down. Might as well just get used to it.

You continued to chat when suddenly your ear twitched as you sensed a certain birdie approaching.

Oh God.

“Hey. Mind if I steal ya away for a little?” Hawks’ signature smirk appeared on his face as he approached you.

Hawks seemed to really be latching onto you for quite some time, well since the new hero rankings were announced. You were on your way to surpassing the number 2 hero and had gained a lot of notoriety in the past couple of months. 

He was clingy for sure, always play flirting, inviting you to lunch, showing up at your agency unannounced. It was obvious that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. You’d be surprised if he admitted to actually having feelings for you. Well, not that you cared anyways. Your job was to save civilians, defeat villains, and do things that any other normal hero would. Love was simply not on your agenda.

Holding back a heavy sigh, you complied and stepped off to the side with Hawks.

He seemed delighted by your decision, using his feathers to fetch you a glass of champagne off of one of the caterer’s trays as you two walked over to the bar area.

“So your agency makes you come to these lame things too, huh?”

You didn’t answer, not very interested in the direction that the conversation was going in.

“You look nice.” He bit his lower lip, dragging his eyes vertically across your figure.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of your champagne.

After you both had made your way over to the bar he instructed his order to the bartender, asking you if you wanted anything and keeping the same dumb smirk on his face when you denied.

“Rarely ever see you in a color other than green. I mean, I guess it’s your entire thing but I really dig this red look you’ve got goin’ on” He mused, as he watched the bartender carefully make his drink.

He wasn’t lying. He’s been eyeing you since you walked in, you look good.

“What do you want, Hawks?” You asked, visibly annoyed.

“Damn.” He chuckled, “Small talk isn’t your thing, noted.”

You side-eyed him, getting impatient with his overly relaxed demeanor.

Catching the hint, he got straight to the point. “There’s some trouble going on in Tokyo.”

Now you were intrigued. You took another sip of your champagne, “Petty villain attacks like always, isn’t it?”

You turned towards him, he got a good look at your face before he answered.

Fucking pretty, he thought to himself.

“That’s what I thought at first but it’s getting harder to believe that as I do more digging.” He looks around before inching closer to you, trying to keep his volume to a minimum. “The League is planning something big next week. The ‘Rain of Terror’, they’re callin’ it. They’re trying to ease the amount of big attacks in the city to let our gaurds down. And frankly, I think it’s working.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know all of this?”

“I’ve got connections,” Was all he said, with a shrug.

Ok, whatever. You’ll confront him about that later. “And this ‘Rain of Terror…’ what does it entail?”

“Bombs.”

“Shit,” You muttered.

“Big ones. Huge ones, actually. I don’t know how the fuckers did it but they found a way to make these huge, bioengineered clouds that ‘rain’ bombs.”

You grew uneasy. Raining bombs? Over the entirety of Tokyo? The amount of destruction it would do to the earth, to civilians, made you panic. Hawks sensed your uneasiness but continued anyways, “I want us to team up. Your quirk would be useful with the entire controlling nature n’ weather thing.”

He loosened up from his serious expression, talking a bit louder and showing a teethy smile, “Plus I think we’d make a pretty good team. I’ve already got a plan so we’ll meet up at yours tomorrow.”

“As in my house? Why not anywhere else?” You questioned.

“Well,” He grabbed his drink and used his free hand to rub the back of his heck, “This isn’t really the typa thing we can talk about in public. Mass hysteria, panic, that type of thing. And my living situation is pretty…complicated right now.”

You felt a small tap on your shoulder, followed by the voice of your high school aged sidekick. You turned to the younger hero. “Uh..Y/N? It’s time to go. I gotta be back by 11.”

You sighed before turning back to Hawks.

“Kids and their curfews, right?” He commented.

“Fine. I’ll have my agency send you my address. Don’t come during the day.” That was the last thing you said before finishing your drink all in one quick sip and making your way to the exit. You could feel his eyes on your backside until you left the venue. And the singular scarlet feather rushing in front of you to open the car door for you was really the cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes.

“Woah.” Your sidekick mused, “He seems to really like you. You should give him a chance, he’s hot.”

You giggled at her comment, “He doesn’t really like me, y’know? He flirts with every female hero.”

—

You heard a slight tap on the window leading up to your balcony. You already sensed him flying towards you when he was about a mile away, but your bedroom? Reluctantly you walked over and opened the sliding door.

“Never heard of a front door?”

“Well that’s no fun, is it?” He said, displaying his signature smirk. You looked cute out of your hero clothes. Hair tied up and messy, and in big comfy clothes.

Adorable, he thought to himself. He walked in as if it was his own befroom, slipping off his shoes, gloves and jacket and placing them in the corner of your room.

“Make yourself comfortable I guess.” You deadpanned at him, “And we’re still going downstairs anyways.” He shrugged.

He couldn’t help but be taken aback by the layout of your room. There were plants in almost every corner, on every shelf. Vines growing on your walls, half read books strewn across your bedside table and dresser, your pet birds of all different shaped and sizes flew freely around your room, chirping every once in a while. “So you’re a bird whisperer, huh?” He said, looking around.

“I’m an animal whisperer.” You said, “That’s kind of like my entire thing.”

He let out a hearty laugh before making his way out of your room.

“Tea?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen as the winged hero made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Sure.” He picked up your remote with one his feathers, flicking through the channels.

He turned his attention to you a couple moments later as you took a seat across from him at your coffee table, setting down two mugs of green tea.

He explained his plan carefully, paying close attention to all details and pausing for any questions you might have. You had to admit, as much as an annoying asshole this guy could be, he knew what he was doing. You could tell he plans his strategies very carefully, as much as he likes to come off as lazy and laid back to the general public. He was a damn good hero. And you hated admitting it but he was right, utlizing his speed and your ability to control weather, it wouldn’t be all that hard to stop villain attacks.

Hawks also couldn’t help but admire you. You seemed attentive, always paying close attention to detail and asking a lot of questions. I mean he already knew you were good at your job, watching some of the viral videos of your fights with villains.

—

When the day finally came, it went as smoothly as planned, of course with a little bumps along the way. Still, the few civilians that were hurt only had minor injuries, and you and hawks made it so only a couple bombs hit the ground.

You, Hawks, and some other minor heroes who had joined mid-battle regrouped to talk about how to resolve the collateral damage.

“It’s not too much to be honest, I’ll have it all repaired by midni-“

“Wow! What an incredible display of courage from Hawks and Mother Nature, currently sitting at number 2 and number 3 of Japan’s Hero BillBoard Chart!” A loud reporter exclaimed, accompanied by a camera crew.

Of course.

You tried your best to ignore and keep talking to fellow heroes until a microphone was shoved in your face. The face of the reporter gleamed as she talked to you. “Tell me Mother Nature, how does it feel working with number 2 hero Hawks?” You winced at the question, but answered nevertheless.

“Hawks is a  diligent hero with a lot of experience under his belt despite being so young. It was great working with him.” You answered, forcing a smile on your face.

“There’s speculation that you two planned this together..is this true? How were you able to predict this attack? More importantly, are you two dating?” Those questions hit you like a truck.

“Um..no comment.” Was all you could answer with.

Nevertheless, the reporter persisted, “Well there has to be something going on. It’s just my opinion but you two seem perfect for each other.” She giggled at the camera, “Please! The public is dying to know!”

Before you could even muster up an answer to the reporter’s overwhelming question, a giant scarlet wing came between you and the reporter, blinding both her and the camera from your view.

“Hey. She said she doesn’t wanna talk about it. Let’s respect personal boundaries, yeah?” Hawks said in a nice but slightly defensive tone.

You blushed, looking up at him. As nice we he was trying to sound, he looked angry. And damn right he was. How dare they talk to you like you’re no more than just some D-list celebrity? You’re a fucking hero, who cares about dating speculation when you just saved Japan’s largest city? And how dare they ask questions about him when you were the one doing most of the work. He was enraged, and it was his natural instinct to protect the thing he cared for.

Before you knew it, he latched his arms around your waist, pushing you into his chest.

You were flustered. “What are you-“

“Let’s go.” Was all he said before flapping his wings, sending you guys soaring through the air.

You held on to him for dear life, damn was he fast.

Hawks smirked to himself, feeling your rapid heartbeat against his chest. You were trying your best to hide your blushing by burying your face in his neck, granted that probably made it worse because he could already tell by how hot your face was.

God, she’s adorable

As soon as you two landed on top of a building, you pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He chuckled, putting both of his hands up in defense, “You’re the one making this awkward y’know? Plus you owe me for saving your ass.”

You were angry. Was it because of the downright rude questions that the reporter asked you not too long ago, was it because you knew tabloids would be posting all about you and Hawks for the next couple of days, was it because you were..warming up to that damned bird?

And then you started. “Just so you know, this..us..is not a thing. It will never be a thing. I wish you’d just stop flirting with me all the damn time. Just move on to the next female hero. I actually don’t care what you do. Just leave me alone. I don’t understand why you have to be so clingy, it’s annoying.”

Hawks did nothing but smile, listening to you ramble.

“You know…I-“ He interjected, only to be interrupted by you.

“And geez, you’re so goddamn entitled. I owe you? I don’t owe you anything. I didn’t even need your help. You’re no different from any other guy, you’re fucking insuffer-“

Hawks shut you up with a gentle kiss on your lips.

Oh.

“You talk too much.” He said in a low whisper, before pulling on your chin to kiss you again. You kissed him back, resting your hands on his chest, completely indulging in the moment.

Fuck. Your knees were weak. As much as you wanted to keep going you pulled away, blushing furiously and refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Oh? So now you’re shy?” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. He tried to catch your gaze but you just moved your head away from him each time.

“Someone might see us. This is bad,” You were able to muster out.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He said, making you blush even more. He continued, “I don’t flirt with you for no reason, y’know? Sure, sometimes it’s just to tease..but I think you’re amazing.”

You felt like you were melting in his arms. Unable to find the right words, you panicked. You were gone in seconds, manipulating the wind so it could carry you back home, the same stupid blush unable to leave your face.

“Call me!” He yelled.

That damn bird.

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[chaos-has-theories]

Part 1: The Eye of John

You’ve heard of „Alecto is a Resurrection Beast“, „Alecto is Gaia“ and „Alecto is a seamonster“, you’ve heard of John’s sun symbolism, now get ready for:

John is Ra and Alecto is Mehet-Weret

or less specifically Hathor, or The Eye of Ra

[Image description: A picture in the Ancient Egyptian style. It shows a large blue cow with stars along its belly. There are nine people under it, keeping it steady. An empty boat floats by its back legs, and another boat by its front legs, this one with the god Ra as a passenger. A large red arrow points at the cow and is labelled “Alecto???”.]

(More under the cut, because this shit will get long.)

First, for the record, I am emphatically not a learned egyptologist, so I might be getting things wrong here.

Secondly, ancient Egyptian mythology is a gorgeous mess. You can’t ever just say that x is the child of y, because they’re bound to also be siblings, and spouses, and x is also a and b and y is also b and c and... yeah.

Anyway, let’s do this.

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I was rereading Harrow the Ninth with my roommates and we got to this part:

"Your sword will not rend its armour”, he said, with his back turned to them. “It’s weapons will ruin your flesh. It will not stop until it has subsumed its quarry.” (HtN p. 329)

and I thought to myself, huh, that kind of sounds like the Eye of Ra.

So let’s talk about that!

Now, the main story of the Eye of Ra is that, long ago, when the gods were still like, living on earth with the humans, people started to criticize Ra, their ruler.

That pissed off Ra, so he sent off his „Eye“ to punish them. She did, killing almost all the humans, but then Ra couldn’t really get her to stop. So the gods made a bunch of dyed beer with some blood in it, and the Eye drank it all and became drunk and docile.

So far, so good. Technically, at that point Teacher is talking about the Sleeper, but we all know that there are heavy parallels between the Sleeper and the Body. Also, there’s more where that came from.

"My lord,” said Augustine formally, “you told us the truth about Annabel–about Alecto–because she knew the truth too, and you never could control her.” (HtN, p. 478)

”Annabel Lee... was not the dying kind,” said the Emperor. It might be more accurate to say that I switched her off.” “You came to us and we asked, Is she dead?” said Mercy. “And you said, As dead as I can make her... I remember, Lord, that you wept.” (HtN, p. 479)

Neither Alecto nor the Eye of Ra are stopped by death or reason but instead kept somehow subdued.

But it gets better, and weirder.

The most famous version of the Eye of Ra is probably Sakhmet, the lion goddess. Sometimes she's a cat, Bastet; but just as often she’s depicted as a cow, Hathor.

There's a specific version of this myth called „The Book of the Heavenly Cow“ or „The Destruction of Mankind“. Here’s a translation of it.

I just learned about this myth. I learned about it under the Name of „Mehet-Weret“. Hathor and Mehet-Weret are… the same goddess? Not the same goddess? Sometimes the same goddess? They’re both cow themed, and occasionally take the same roles. Mythology is confusing, y’all.

Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about it:

Hathor was given the epithets "mistress of the sky" and "mistress of the stars", and was said to dwell in the sky with Ra and other sun deities. Egyptians thought of the sky as a body of water through which the sun god sailed, and they connected it with the waters from which, according to their creation myths, the sun emerged at the beginning of time. This cosmic mother goddess was often represented as a cow. Hathor and Mehet-Weret were both thought of as the cow who birthed the sun god and placed him between her horns. Like Nut, Hathor was said to give birth to the sun god each dawn.

Since I remembered the name Mehet-Weret and was very proud of that, that’s where I actually started my research here, and…

Mehet-Weret or Mehturt (Ancient Egyptian: mḥt-wrt) is an ancient Egyptian deity of the sky in ancient Egyptian religion. Her name means "Great Flood". She was mentioned in the Pyramid Texts. In ancient Egyptian creation myths, she gives birth to the sun at the beginning of time, and in art she is portrayed as a cow with a sun disk between her horns. She is associated with the goddesses Neith, Hathor, and Isis, all of whom have similar characteristics, and like them she could be called the "Eye of Ra". Mehet-Weret is primarily known as being the "Celestial Cow" or "Cow Goddess" because of her physical characteristics, but she contributes to the world in more ways than that. She is also the Goddess of Water, Creation, and Rebirth; in Egyptian mythology, Mehet-Weret is one of the main components in the making and survival of life. (...) She was credited for the birth of Re, also known as the Sun God Ra; she is also the one who protects Re. (Wikipedia)

SHE’S (a version of) THE PRIMORDIAL FLOOD, Y’ALL.

You said, “Teacher, what destroyed the House of the First?” “Not much,” said the Emperor, and he tried to smile. It was awful. “Rising sea levels and a massive nuclear fission chain reaction...it all went downhill from there.” (HtN p. 346)

"Even the devil bent for God to put a leash around her neck (...) But when the work was done (...) they bade him kill the saltwater creature before she could do them harm...” (HtN p. 328)

Next to you, the body said quietly, “The water is risen. So is the sun. We will endure.” (HtN p. 294)

On this same read-through I snagged on „The water is risen, so is the sun“ because it sounds so much like a quote, but I couldn’t find anything. Yes, John has sun symbolism and Alecto all that water stuff, but where is the connection?

Well, here. It’s just Ancient Egyptian Creation Myths.

The different creation myths have some elements in common. They all held that the world had arisen out of the lifeless waters of chaos (…) The sun was also closely associated with creation, and it was said to have first risen from the mound, as the general sun-god Ra.

That makes Alecto literally the First One. It makes her John’s protector as the Eye. It gives her a connection to water and and even death and the underworld. (It also gives her a connection to the sky, which always fits in a Space Fantasy.)

Essentially,

I can see two figures in Egyptian mythology that fit what we know of Alecto. Those would be the Eye of Ra, an uncontrollable creature of rage and revenge; and the flood from which the sun god rises during the creation of the world. And Mehet-Weret fits into both.

But you’re not convinced yet? Alright then. Remember how Hathor/Mehet-Weret is a cow?

"Oh, singular,” said Dulcinea quietly, more to herself than to Gideon. “Lipochrome...recessive.” (GtN, p. 106)

When she spoke at last, she sounded frozen and numb. “I see. I understand. Lipochrome. Recessive. You are the evidence.” (HtN, p. 410)

I did not know what the fuck to say to her incoherent spew. She said, ragged, peevish: “What? No tongue in your head, you–you mutant, you mistake, you great big calf-eyed fuck-up?”

If you’re like me and know nothing about biology, you’ll hop over to Wikipedia  and find this:

A lipochrome (from Greek λίπος ("fat") and χρῶμα ("color")) is a naturally occurring, fat-soluble pigment. Lipofuscin—a product of fat breakdown in lysosomes—is a type of lipochrome that is associated with the decomposition of cell membranes. Beta carotene, a lipochrome, was found in the retina, pigment epithelium, and iris of cattle eyes.

This is the entirety of the article by the way.

…and I was wondering why Tamsyn didn’t just call the eyes „Amber“.

Now you might say, but Chaos, you know they’re not really her eyes…

Yeah.

They’re John’s eyes.

They are, you might say, the Eyes of John.

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THERE WILL BE MORE PARTS because I am LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS but this post is already longer than it has any right to be.

In the meantime, here’s an article on Mehet-Weret that I think is actually well researched and probably does a better job explaining how all these different gods fit together than I ever could.

#gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #alecto the ninth #alecto theories #the locked tomb meta #the locked tomb #please tell me if something in here doesn't add up #I hyperfocused on it for 24 hours and now I'm not sure whether my brain still exists #I'll be talking about the Lyctors and Griddlehark in part 2!