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synapsid-guy-girl · 2 years
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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka. 
(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)
(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)
Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.
On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.
Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)
In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj
(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)
Okay okay I'll get back to it!
So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).
Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.
Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK
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While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!
Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.
Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)
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Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out. 
As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):
"Unit! Are you back in the game?"
"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"
"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"
"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"
"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"
There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:
"Feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I do feel better."
That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)
To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.
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After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:
Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!! 
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Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.
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Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain? 
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And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.
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In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."
But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.
It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.
And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them  so much man.
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hotwings0203 · 3 years
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Hello!!!
I'm here with some Muslim Hawks headcanons!!
Okayyy soooo you that headcanon of how Hawks collects trinkets? Yeah Muslim Hawks would definitely flirt with you by giving you churiyan (probably gold or red ones lol) and when you wear them, he feels so possessive and can't control himself and play with your hands and fingers telling you how he can't wait to put a ring on you and how these colors look so pretty on you
Speaking of jewelry, when you guys get engaged (which you will cuz he knows how to keep a good reputation with the elders), he gives you jewelry that has his feathers incorporated in it
Okay! But if its not churiyan, I think he would get you an anklet bracelet (payal?), and lmao he would corner you and would crouch down and just softly touch your ankle while putting it on you, and to tease you, he would slowly trace his fingers up your leg while looking up at you with his sharp and playful gaze and he would relish in the way you blush and squeak Hawks! And run away LOLL
Also! He loves it when you feed him, will coo and chirp like a god damn bird. Again you know that trope of the bride feeding the groom, he would totally grab your hand to feed him, and maintain eye contact the whole time, his hawk like gaze pinning you in space and you're just trying not die from blushing
Nickenames!!! Has a plethora of nicknames for you like meri jaan, meri chaand, etc. but his main ones are 'meri chhoti churiya' (my little bird) or 'meri methi churiya' (my sweet bird)! And everytime he utters these names, it'd make you soooo flustered! And omg if he calls you that in front or near the elders, you'd blush so hard while subtly glaring at him and he would just smirk and wink at you lolll
Also I feel like he would be that asshole who scares you when you're at a party and telling djinn stories LOL like the kids and others are all gathered in a room after dinner, its after maghrib, and you are telling djinn stories or watching a horror movie, and when the scary part comes, he would send one his feathers to tickle your feet or touch your shoulder or ear, and you'd squeak and jump right into him (cuz of course hes sitting right beside you, even though you tried to move away from him, you know halal distances and stuff) and he's just sitting all smug and being like "don't worry jaan I'll protect you" LMFAO
Okay okay, that's enough for now, I'll send more soon!!!!
WIAFHFHFHFFN THE FIRST SENTENCE I WAS SOLD!! man I’ve been so excited and literally WAITING to tackle these cuz you always deliver the best headcannons
I could totally see over the expanse of him trying to court you your wardrobe if accessories would slowly shift over to red and gold colors, and if you don’t wear them then he gets all pouty and moody until you catch his drift and run back to wear his colors:)
OO FUUCCKKKK YO PAYAL IS SO SEXY AND FOR WHAT?? Like maybe you’re at someone else’s wedding sitting down from dancing so much, or just stuffed with food when he pounces on your vulnerable state.
“Hey there churiya(bird), I hope you liked my churiyan(bangles),” he snorts at his cringe joke and you can’t help but loosely suppress a laugh yourself.”
“Ha-ha Keigo, verryyyy funny. Arent you supposed to be schmoozing up to your usual harem?”
“My harem?” He pretends to look shocked and places a hand on his chest. “I’m insulted, truly. It’s not a harem, it’s a cult.”
“Ugh!” You get up to leave when he drops to a kneel and grabs your foot, preventing you from leaving.
“What’re you doing?”
“You know, I might have a cult following, but I think id rather keep you as my high priestess. What do you say?” You feel sturdy fingers dancing along your feet and you giggle as he tickles the bottoms.
Then a cold lightweight chain is looped around your toes and around your ankle. You angle to look at it in surprise, and open your mouth to ask why he’s putting payal on you when his fingers start to wander.
Your mouth is stuck open as you watch in shock how his nails lightly rake your smooth skin, and trace up your kameez, letting the cloth ride up your bare legs in a teasing taste of what was his to come.
“Yeah? You enjoying that churiya? There’s more where that came from,” he whispers as he draws his head near and drills his golden eyes into your fluttering ones.
“You-what-“ you sputter as he grips your knee as draws small circles at the back of it.
“If you want me to to higher, you gotta take me out on a date first. Or put a ring on it, either way doesn’t matter to me.”
“Hawks!” You try to pretend you don’t enjoy the sound of his boisterous laughter as you spring up and run to hide your face.
You know he’ll be back though. He always comes back.
As for the bird chirping noises, YES. ABSOLUTELY AND 100%!!
It’s on your wedding when he’s sitting next to you, clad in gold and white while you’re in a deep red (much to his pleasure).
The adults are chatting amongst themselves and turned away from you both when you decide to indulge him. You delicately pick up a piece of laddoo and bring the food to his mouth, turning his chin with your hand under it to face you.
He looks at you with wide eyes and then grins when he sees what you’re doing.
“Come on lardki. Don’t you know feeding mithai is bad for birds? They could die, y’know” he simpers yet accepts the food heartily, chomping away and looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Hmm, that’s too bad. And here I was thinking birds mate for life.” You flick your hair and get a taste of rasgullah yourself, licking the milky substance off your fingers slowly and relishing when he swallows hard at the sight.
It’s hard to hide your grin when his chirps come throughout the rest of the evening during the randomest of times, his face turning as bright as your lengha when he remembers the erotic sight.
I guess there really is a way to shut him up after all.
AND YESSS YO THIS ASSHOLE JUST LOOVEESSS DJINN STORIES😭
I bet y’all would be at a party, the kind that ends at 1 in the morning when all the kids are tired and delirious.
“Alright guys, gather around. I’m about to lighten this party up.” He claps his hands and waits for all the kids and young adults to circle around him excitedly, their fatigue washed away by the prospect of hearing how another one of their great ancestors was possessed.
It just so happens that you find yourself seated next to him (with the help of his feather with poked the butts of 8 year olds away with subtle yelps).
He makes sure to give you his signature wink and grin especially for you before he starts the story, and you cover your mouth to hide your smile and roll your eyes.
12 minutes in, the lights are all off and everyone is leaning forward, hooked on his story.
“And then, you know what happens to the girl?” He asks lowly in the dark. He can sense everyone’s holding their breaths, yours included.
“N-no, what happens?” One girl asks timidly.
“He POSSESS HER!” Keigo shouts and uses his feather to disperse around the room, sliding under people’s feet’s and knees, causing absolute mayhem as they all run around in the pitch black room and scream.
You weren’t given any mercy either, except your special feathers lift up and tilt your body to dump on his lap.
When he feels your hands searching in the dark in panic of who it is, he grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him, using the void of the room to relish in wrapping his arms and wings around you.
It’s just you and him in that moment, amongst the screams and shouts.
“K-keigo?”
“I’m here meri jaan. I’ll protect you from those big bad djinn,” he chuckles and brings his head near your neck, not touching exactly but rather brushing his nose against the column of your throat and growling when you shudder at the goosebumps racing across your arms.
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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years
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Empire State Of Mind
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Gender: Female
Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader
Warning: None
Summary- (FLUFF)(CRACK)the story of how Peter Parker got over his fear of heights (I was inspired by one of Peter's lines in the Spiderman ps4 game)
A/N: Okay this is me getting back to fics because apparently the only way I can actually get inspiration to write is if I'm procrastinating sooooooo since school has started I guess there will be lots of that lol
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When Peter told Ned about his fear of heights, he completely freaked out.
"You can't be afraid of heights. You're Spiderman!," he whisper-shouted at their lunch table. "How can Spiderman be afraid of heights?!"
Peter shrugged. "I dunno, maybe I'll just have to get over it eventually."
"But if the spider gave you strength, perfect eyesight, and all those other awesome things. How could it not give you the ability to not be afraid of heights?!," Ned asked, utterly confused. "I mean, spiders aren't afraid of heights."
"Yeah Ned, I know. But-"
"And if spiders aren't afraid of heights then when the spider bit you, you should've picked up that trait too, right?"
"Ned-"
"-Maybe you just got a really lame spider. Maybe the spider that bit you was afraid of heights and he was a spider outcast and-"
"Ned!"
When Peter told MJ about his fear of heights, she immediately mentally prepared herself for his funeral.
"How is Spiderman afraid of heights?"
Pete groaned. "I don't know..."
"I knew it," she sighed. "You're gonna die."
"Wait, what?"
"You can't be out there saving the city while being afraid of heights. That doesn't mix," she explained matter-of-factly. "You're gonna die."
"I'll get over it, MJ. I just have to keep trying."
She shook her head. "Whatever you say, loser. But when you die, the only thing I'll be saying at your funeral is 'I told ya so'."
When Peter told Harry about his fear of heights, he teased him about it relentlessly.
Peter braced himself. "And before you say it, yeah I know: 'How is Spiderman afraid of heights?'. Ha. Ha. Funny."
Harry tossed a pretzel into his mouth. "That's pretty pitiful, Pete," he snickered.
"Yeah I know-"
"-You're supposed to be the 'Amazing' Spiderman, not the 'I-can-only-save-you-if-we're-under-fifty-feet' Spiderman."
"You know what? I'm just going to stop telling people," Peter mumbled, hiding his face into his hands.
"C'mon, I'm just messing with you, bro," Harry teased. "But seriously, how can Spiderman be afraid of heights? That's like Ironman being afraid of iron!"
Peter stared. "...it's really not though."
"Whatever." Harry reached over to ruffle Peter's hair with his hand. "Just come to the penthouse tonight and I'll throw you off the roof. Bam. Fear conquered."
"..."
When Peter told you about it, you did the natural Stark thing to do, and helped him out...after teasing him of course.
"How the fuck are you Spiderman and you're afraid of heights? How does that even work?," you laughed.
"Ugh, not you too [Y/N]," he groaned.
"Why're you scared if you've got your webs?," she interjected again. "As long as you remember those, you can't fall."
"That doesn't really help."
"Wait, so you save all those people in tall buildings while you're so scared of heights? Wow. You're even more awesome now."
Peter shrugged it off. "I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"
"Aaaand why are you even telling me this? What, you want me to fix you or something?" You laughed again, slapping the table. "I'm good with robots, Pete. I'm not a wizard."
Peter shuffled in his seat. "Well I-i was kind of hoping that... maybe you could h-help me?"
You raised an eyebrow. "And how would I do that?," you asked, giggling a bit. "Push you off avengers tower?," you teased.
"A-actually I was hoping for the Empire State Building..."
You paused. "...wait, what?"
Peter nodded in response.
"Pete..I was only kidding... Like really, are you being foreal?!"
He smiled, patting his hands on his lap nervously. "Will you?"
"You're going to fall off the Empire State Building to get over your fear of heights?," you asked.
He nodded uncertainly. "Yep."
"...And you want me to push you off said building?"
"Yeah pretty much," he confirmed.
You stared in disbelief for a moment before checking your watch. "The things I'll do for your dumbass," you sighed. "Alright. Meet me at the top of the Empire State at four. But if you die...I will not be held responsible.
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Peter crawled cautiously along the side of the Empire State Building, being sure to never look down.
'You're not that high, Pete. You're not,' he told himself. 'You're only like twelve....t-twelve....hun....'
"Twelve h-h-hundred fucking feet off the fucking ground oh my goshhh!," he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued up the building. "Oh my God, please let me live."
He crawled with his eyes closed until he couldn't feel the thick glass wall anymore. Peter jumped over the railing of the 103 floor observation deck and finally placed his feet on solid ground.
"Wow, Spiderman. You're literally shaking," he heard your voice laugh.
Peter looked at you, wide-eyed as you sat on top of the railing, legs pointed outward, facing the city. "How are you not terrified right now?!"
You shrugged. "I literally take the iron suit for a joy-ride like every week. Heights don't bother me. Now, are we doing this or not?"
"J-just.. gimme a second," he mumbled. "You can do this, Peter. You can do this," he pep-talked himself. "You got this."
You remained sitting on the railing and swinging your legs, trying to give Peter some space to get himself together.
After what felt like about ten mintues, you looked over at him. "You okay over there, Pete?"
Peter took a deep breath and gave a small nod before peeking over the side of the building, which he quickly realized was more than just a big mistake on his part. "F-fuck no!" He quickly stepped back until he was the furthest he could be from the edge. "It's too high! I-i can't do this!"
You groaned. "C'mon, Pete. Wasn't this your idea anyway?"
"Actually it was sort of Harry's!," he stammered. "...[Y/N]..I-i really don't think I can do this."
You ran towards him, cupping his face with your hands. "Hey, hey... relax. You're gonna be okay. You hear me?"
Slowly, he began to nod. "...O-okay," he sighed and took the time to prepare himself again. "I think I'm ready."
You backed away a bit. "You sure?"
"..no."
"Look," you said. "Y'know, you don't have to do this if you really don't want to."
"No," Peter declared, squeezing his eyes shut, his hands turning to fists. "No, I said I'm going to do it today. So I have to do it today. I have to."
"Well then let's do it."
"But I can't!," he whined.
You groaned. 'If this dork doesn't make up his mind.'
Then it hit you.
"I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"
He'd told you the answer to his problems without even knowing.
"Got it," you whispered.
Turning around quickly, you climbed back over the railing separating the standing area from the edge of the building with a mischievous smile.
Once comfortable, you started to rock, swinging your legs back and forth. "Golly gee, Peter. I sure hope I don't fall!," you yelled dramatically in the perfect 'woe-is-me' fashion.
Confused, he looked up from where he was frozen in place. "[Y/N], what?"
You continued to speak dramatically and robotically. "Oh it would be such a shame if maybe I were to..." You gestured a person falling with your hand until it finally reached the end. "Splat!"
"[Y/N], c'mon. Stop."
"And I suppose if I were to happen to be plummeting to my death-" you looked over at him with wide eyes. "-The only person capable of saving me would be the AMAZING Spiderman!"
"[Y/N]. I'm not kidding around. Seriously, this is dumb."
"Gee wilikers! I guess my life is in your hands now Spidey!," you smirked before throwing yourself off the edge of the Empire State Building.
"[Y/N]! What the fuck!"
"Whooooooooooooo!," you yelled as you fell, confident that he would catch you.
Rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath, Peter immediately threw caution to the wind as he jumped over the fence. The only thing on his mind was catching you.
'You idiotic bitch of a girl that I love...'
Gathering his crazy surroundings, he looked around until he finally saw you. And there you were, free falling and whooping like you were on a rollercoaster and not actually almost dying.
'Okay, Pete,' he thought. 'Save her or Mr. Stark will literally kill you..Plus your girlfriend will be dead... yeah definitely that too.'
"[Y/N]!," he yelled.
"Any time now, Peter!," you shrieked once you felt you'd been falling for a bit too long. "C'mon, I know you can do it so how about you FUCKING DO IT!"
Finally catching up with you a bit, he shot a web out to pull you towards him, and then shot another on the building.
You gasped when you felt something yank you upwards. Immediately after you were scooped up by a blur of red and blue.
"I've got you, [Y/N]," he gasped out, one arm holding you while the other was busy holding the two of you up with the webbing. "I've got you."
You held onto him tightly and let out a laugh of relief. "I knew you would," you giggled. "That was awesome."
He began to laugh too. "Oh my gosh, you crazy little adrenaline junky!"
You smirked in response, looking around at where you were now "Sooo.. we're hanging off the Empire State Building..what now?"
Peter looked around too. "Uhh-" he smirked. "-wanna go for a swing?"
"That's just the adrenaline talking, Petey," you informed. "But I mean, I'm down if you are. You're not still scared?"
"Oh I'm terrified," he laughed before leaning in for a quick, messy kiss. He stared at you with nothing but love in his heart. "But I'll be fine as long as I've got you."
The next time Peter found himself swinging through the air, the last thing on his mind was how high he was going.
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leagueofidiots · 4 years
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Shigadabi, tad bit of angst but it's brief, death in game, set in current manga time for once lol
Based off of this post: https://leagueofidiots.tumblr.com/post/190065984843/leagueofidiots-lunarapocolypse
"I don't understand why you can't just play with Spinner," says Dabi. "I'm probably gonna suck at this."
"Never know until you try," says Shigaraki, starting the game up. "Besides, I trust your abilities. And even if you do suck, it'll be nice to spend time together for once." 
Dabi nods. "Fair enough." Since joining the Paranormal Liberation Front, their moments alone had been few and far between because of Dabi's habit of isolating himself when stressed and all of Tomura's new responsibilities. "What's this one called again?"
"Minecraft. It's pretty simple. You just try not to die and make stuff." He grabs his remote, prosthetic fingers clacking on the plastic. "Basic controls: mine, place, motion, direction, crafting menu, pause, map, jump," he says, pointing at various controls.
Dabi nods, catching about half of the instructions. "Yeah, okay. Uh...die how?"
"Just zombies and stuff. You'll figure it out." He quickly makes a world in normal mode instead of hard, per Dabi's request, named "my bf sucks", and starts up the videogame.
Once making it through the tutorial segment for Dabi's sake, Dabi says, " Okay, so first we should probably make a better shelter, right? I don't want to stand in a hole in the side of a mountain again tonight."
Shigaraki shrugs. "You can handle that if you want, I'm gonna go do something else. Meet up at this ugly tree at sunset, I guess?"
"Yeah, sure, okay." Dabi almost argues that building a proper shelter in one day should be a two-person job, but reminds himself that out of the two of them, Tomura's the gamer and definitely more experienced.
It does turn out to be simpler than he expected, not much more than digging down a tree for a door and digging up row after row or dirt. Suddenly he hears a wave of pathetic "meows", and glances in alarm at Shigaraki's side of the screen. " What are you doing?!?"
Shigaraki's hot bar is full of stacks of spawn eggs, which are rapidly being thrown down into a deep pool he sits in, the resulting cats floating up to a stone roof and slowly drowning. "Being more fun than you."
"That's not 'fun', you NEET, that's useless murder! Where did you even get those?!?"
Tomura chuckles. "You think I've been playing this long and haven't learned the cheat codes? Besides, you're the one that goes into alleyways to set stray thugs on fire, not me. At least mine's just pixelated cats."
Dabi rolls his eyes. "You could at least help me with the shelter here."
"It's a fifteen-by-eight two-story dirt palace, I don't think you need any help. Besides, it's a game. It's supposed to be fun. You're making this like one of Kurogiri's old---" He cuts himself off at the mention of his father figure.
Dabi glances at his boyfriend, slightly concerned, though he'll never show it. "Fine, keep drowning cats, see if I care. But at least come back with beds if you can generate stuff."
He nods, shooting off another few eggs. "Dabi, do you think we're ever gonna win this thing?" he asks, leaning onto Dabi's shoulder.
The man stiffens a little, but lets Tomura stay. "Yeah, I'm sure we can at least get something done. We've already had an influence, haven't we? I mean, All Might retired, there's been a resurgence in thinking like ours, and I don't think it'll just die down even if we do all end up dead or in custody. You've done good work," he says, continuing to place blocks onto their house.
"I hope it's worth it. I mean, yeah, we've done good things, but...I mean, first it was All for One. Then Magne died. Now Kurogiri. I'd hate to have to make any more sacrifices is all." 
He shoots another stack of spawn eggs down, then turns to his boyfriend. "How have you been since your fight with that Geten freak?"
Dabi groans. "He sucks. I'm fine. Burned the side of my face a little, but nothing so bad that Ujiko couldn't fix it."
Shigaraki nods. After a moment, he says,"How would you feel about a magma floor? It'd keep mobs out, might kill us if we're not careful though." He summons a stack with the press of a few buttons.
"Only if you let me place it. No offense, but I'm not sure you're exactly worried about survival based on the way you were murdering animals instead of helping me." Dabi says, finally done with their shelter.
"No, I wanna do it."
"Fine, I'll go get food. You could have at least drowned cows for food or something, geez." He was glad to have moved on from the heavier topics. Sure, it was kind of nice to have people to talk to about things like that, but he also didn't know how to. He doubted Tomura was any better at it, anyway.
"Alright, knock yourself out. Step carefully once you get back." The second Dabi passes over a hill on his quest, Shigaraki grins, and presses a few buttons in rapid-fire, the sky darkening instantly.
"Creep, I swear, put the sky back!" snaps Dabi, gently bumping Tomura off of his shoulder.
He snickers. "You were gonna have to deal with the mobs at some point. Don't worry, you're only about a minute from home."
Dabi huffs, and begins his return to the shelter. He cuts short when he sees a tall, black figure in his way. "What is this and how do I get rid of it?"
"Oh, that's an enderman. Don't worry, all you have to do is look at it right in the eye, it'll teleport away."
Dabi recognizes it as the thing Kurogiri was often compared to by both Tomura and Suichi, but decides not to bring it up. "That seems easy enough," he mumbles, adjusting his cursor to meet its purple gaze. There is a short yelp as the enderman nears to murder poor, trusting, innocent Dabi; and Shigaraki falls to the floor, cackling. Dabi was never playing this again.
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I've been having writer's block too, even WITH prompts! Ik how you feel. I'll give you a few random ideas, let me know if you can't work with them. 1. one of them (probably Crowley tbh) decides to present feminine for the day 2. Snake Crowley in the bookshop 3. Aziraphale is given a plant 4. sleepy snuggles 5. escaping danger and then making out lol 6. domestic kitchen fluff 7. Anathema visits (because I love her)
OkAy, first of all, how dare you??? give me so many good prompts??? I love these all and I can't fit them all here how DARE. But, seriously, thank you so much!! These are just what I needed. And I really did love them all, so I think I’m going to do more than one and make separate posts for them. I’ll put the first one on this ask but I guess for the rest I can just tag you if you’re okay with that? Thanks again!!!
Sleepy Snuggles
Touch is not a concept that exists in Heaven, not between Angels. Everything is spaced out, the walls, the ceiling, the interactions. Enough space for your wings, they used to say, but now hardly anyone keeps their wings out as they walk the barren halls of offices. An accidental brush up against someone will get you, at best, an odd look. You can walk dozens of halls and only see one or two Angels and never get close to any of them. Once upon a time, Heaven used to feel full, just for a moment, but that was six thousand years ago and now the sleek white offers little comfort that used to exist in the old days. 
 Aziraphale is not up to date on Hell’s policy of touch and he knows it’s something that Crowley isn’t eager to talk about. The tense up of his shoulders, the way he turns his whole body away from Aziraphale (the only time he does that), how if they’re drinking he downs his glass in a go and miracles up another. An off-topic question. 
From his brief time in Hell, Aziraphale knows it is the complete opposite of Heaven. It’s not like he got the grand tour while in Crowley’s body, but he had seen enough. Walked the suffocating halls where no matter which way you turned you were pressed against Demons from all angles. The air was thick, dirt covered everything, and wondering hands grabbed at him as he walked past but they grabbed at everyone and everything because there was no room to do much else. 
So, very different. 
If Aziraphale had to spend much more time down there he supposes he would adopt a sort of aversion to touch. Sometimes it feels like Crowley has himself. 
Crowley is a cuddler, something Aziraphale learned early on in their post-Almost-Apocalypse life. He likes to burrow and cling and press himself against Aziraphale. He also can’t do it for more than a certain amount of time before he starts shuddering and has to get up and move to the opposite end of the room for twice as long. 
Aziraphale has adjusted because he Loves Crowley and that’s what you do, but after thousands of years of being suffocated by Heaven’s unwritten no-touch policy Aziraphale has found himself craving these moments Crowley gives them. So, he lets Crowley go when Crowley needs it, but almost immediately he feels the need to pull Crowley back into his arms. 
He never does. The idea of pushing this need on Crowley when he is so clearly uncomfortable with it makes Aziraphale slightly nauseous. 
It’s been a learning curve. For both of them. Learning when and how long and where they can touch and who is okay with what. Aziraphale not pushing and Crowley doing his best. 
Currently, it’s nearing midnight in London. Outside a blizzard is growing and the streets are, as rarely as it happens, empty in the storm. Inside, Aziraphale sits on his couch with a cup of cocoa next to him and a book in hand. His fireplace, which he always miracles up once the weather starts turning, is roaring loud and hot, perfect for a night like this. He lets it illuminate his reading. 
The creaking of the stairs is loud in the otherwise silent night, but Aziraphale doesn’t look up, he doesn’t have to. Instead, he just turns a page and watches Crowley approach out of the corner of his eye. 
Crowley, who had decided to go to bed several hours ago, looks like he’s just woken up. His hair is askew on one side, standing up straight giving him an appearance similar to a chicken. He’s still in his black pajamas and the duvet from their bed is swung over his shoulders, making him look terribly soft in a way Aziraphale knows he can never tell him. 
Silence continues as Crowley climbs on to the opposite end of the couch and curls up, wrapping himself in the duvet. It’s been miracled black and Aziraphale knows by morning it will be back to its dusty creme color. 
The need to hold Crowley is like an itch, just under Aziraphale’s skin. The tips of his fingers tingle and his whole body feels like it heats up a degree or so. As if a magnet draws them together, Aziraphale can feel himself lean slightly towards Crowley before catching himself. They had already cuddled right before bed, he reminds himself. If Crowley wants to be touched then he will come to Aziraphale. 
It isn’t until Aziraphale has made it through the rest of his chapter that Crowley moves again. This startles him, just a little, but only because he assumed that Crowley had fallen back asleep. Apparently not the case, Crowley slowly moves until he’s stretched out against the sofa, the hint of his blanketed shoulder brushing Aziraphale’s. 
They both know this dance, but only Crowley knows how it will end. 
Aziraphale holds his breath and waits. He doesn’t bother to try continuing the book, knowing that it’s a fruitless endeavor with Crowley right there. Focusing on anything but Crowley when he’s around has been an impossible task as of recently. And as of most of their history, but that is a fact Aziraphale is much more reluctant to admit. 
Slowly, ever so slowly as a slithering snake, Crowley continues to lean forward until he’s pressed against Aziraphale’s arm. He gives a little wiggle and automatically Aziraphale moves his arm so Crowley can slip under it and press himself into Aziraphale’s side. 
Outside the weather is warm, so naturally so is Crowley. Even with all the layers in the world, Crowley is always cold during the winter, but right now Aziraphale’s side feels as if it’s on fire. The top of Crowley’s hair tickles his neck and his heart stutters when Crowley tilts his head to rest against where he can best hear its beat. 
Not wanting to startle him, Aziraphale gently reaches up and places his hand on Crowley’s head. Crowley lets out a sigh and lets his eyes flutter shut. As good of a yes and Aziraphale knows he’ll get out of him, he starts to card his fingers through Crowley’s hair. 
“Can’t sleep without you,” Crowley mutters, the only explanation he’s going to give for the night. 
“Hmm.” Aziraphale hums in agreement with a soft smile. 
It doesn’t take long for Crowley to doze off again. Aziraphale can feel the way his body relaxes and sinks into him when it happens. When Aziraphale tires of petting Crowley’s hair he moves his arm to rest along the curve of Crowley’s body, burrowing under the blanket to find Crowley’s hand and twine their fingers together. 
By the time the fire has started to die down, Aziraphale is fast asleep as well, still holding Crowley’s hand.
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Bitch Why Are You Like This: meeting Miss & Daddy (Jan 22)
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A picture of me looking at me during the entire evening.
Starring: Daddy, Miss and a bitch (that's me!)
i've been thinking about my meeting with Miss and Daddy. Before that very moment, i have never felt young. Truly young - innocent, energetic, inexperienced, requiring guidance, in-over-my-head. Ever. Welcome to childhood, bitch.
Miss is fucking amazing. Although intense, she embodies the person i want to be. There's a quiet strength about her, a self-assurance, and she's beautiful. When the hostess pointed her out, i was quite sure i'd die before ever reaching the table. But here i am. Still living. While sitting at the table i marveled at how blessed i felt. Do i know what the fuck i'm doing? No. Do i know what i'm getting myself into? Hell no. But i trust in the experience Miss has, her thorough questioning, and deliberate actions.
For a moment, i wondered about sex trafficking. Atlanta is the sex trafficking hub of the nation, and to get women, sex traffickers often recruit other women. Because girls/women feel safer with and trust women more than men. With reason. But i requested to see and talk to her and Daddy was kind enough to let that happen.
And then in comes Daddy. i doubted He was real but He sure as fuck is, and boy do i feel little. It's not something i've ever experienced in my life. And i like it a lot (question mark?). i was pretty sure i was going to fuck some shit up and fuck some shit up i did. He told me to ask Him a question. i didn't feel i deserved to ask a question and quite frankly i was suffering from slight sensory overload and i didn't have a question to ask. Every question i had left my mind the moment He asked. Somehow, i found one - something about my age. i don't remember what i asked or His answer. i do remember getting comfortable and asking another question. He leans forward and says, "What part of one question do you not understand?" and i respond, "the one part." 🤦🏽‍♂️ Internally, i was yelling at myself to shut the fuck up.
And then He looked at me.
He looked *into* me
and i fell
When i was 4 or 5 or 6 (who the fuck knows honestly) my mother took me and my sister (who was 2 or 3 or 4) to a pool. i could somewhat swim but knew i should never cross 4 feet deep. Keeping this in mind, i jumped in the pool. And then i started drowning; the '4 feet' pool marker was missing and i thought i was jumping into 3 feet water. As i drowned, there was no panic. i felt no discomfort. i remember being surrounded by light blue waves. Looking up to see the sun shining through the water. i was at peace. There was no sound, there was no disturbance. And then i closed my eyes.
And when i opened them i was staring into Daddy's.
*still*
There's a common descriptor phrase - looking like a deer in headlights - and i have had the terribly unfortunate opportunity to witness this in reality in the passenger seat of my grandfather's jeep speeding toward a deer at 50 miles per hour.
and i am the deer
and the deer is me
drowning in water
over four feet deep
with eyes staring into Daddy's
Eventually i look away. And to mask my terror - that i could feel the depth of those experiences, i do the worst possible thing i could do in the moment: i look back at him defiantly & *i get smug*. And when i return my attention to Miss, i am smiling. Daddy asks Miss if i have signed the waiver yet and he says to get that done *as soon as possible*
A bitch is in trouble .
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Should i be terrified for my life? Should i try to suck His ****? Who knows 🤷🏾‍♂️ (lxlzkzkzjkzjzb why am i like this! 😳🤣). Fuck Twilight AND ESPECIALLY fuck its fanfic 50 Shades, but Bella. Sweetie. If this is how you felt when Eddy-boy stared at you, i understand and im sorry for ever doubting you.
The night goes on. Daddy pours his coffee in a very particular manner. i am very thankful for Miss. They work well together. A perfect balance. She asks about me staring down Daddy and asks if i wanted to or felt like i should look away. Hell yeah i wanted to look away. i felt like i should look away. i wanted desperately to look away. i couldn't. And then it felt like maybe i shouldn't look away? Like what was this Man thinking i wondered. And when i caught myself looking i realized i kinda didn't want to stop? A bitch is a brat. Why do i poke the Lion? i don't knoooww 😭. Miss says she can't imagine me being submissive and that hurts a lot.
And of course in typical fashion of one who emotes (?) dramatically, i begin to cry. Because being smug is a defense mechanism. Bucking authority is another. i have had to puff myself up and build up walls and be hard for so long to *survive* and i don't want to be like that anymore. It's not me. i didn't have a childhood. i've always felt impossibly old. At 10, i raised my siblings for four years while momma went to college. because making 6k a year aint shit with 4 kids. At 14 when she finished, she wanted her role and her power back, but the children didn't recognize her as momma. And she hated it. It was a constant power struggle. To me she was irrational, led by the heart and prone to overreaction. Her favorite punishment aside from capital punishment was to take away everything i cared about at any moment *because she could*. So i became smug. *Because fuck you.*
Fast forward 4 years when i finally get to college and shit aint much better. i'm in an environment i wasn't ready for academically. The learning curve was exponential with a slope asymptote to infinity (undefined). That joint is a straight line lol. People are mad racist, dudes are mad sexist, the black people super rich and i'm slipping into depression. When i took a break from school last semester, i learned the traits i picked up - the way i operate in groups/the constant fight - don't work in other environments. It's dangerous to myself and it hurts others. And i don't want to be like that anymore. this is what i've had to do to survive all my life and it's ugly and it's not me.
i'm done with surviving. i want to thrive. i want to *live*. i want to submit desperately, i just don't know how. i'm tired of being defiant and smug and provoking because it's not me. i care so deeply for people, and i struggle because my face, my words, and my attitude are incongruent. When shit is bad, and i mean real bad, i smile and laugh. Not because something is funny or amusing - i smile because it isn't. i guess i started smiling cuz that's much simpler than bursting into tears. And these behaviors are habits i desperately want to break. my life has been fight after fight and resistance and war. i've made it so i would not submit to the negative forces in my life, but now i don't know how to accept the good. and that's why it hurts me so much when i smile at Miss or stare down Daddy when i would truly love not to be.
i was sure after that fiasco i'd never hear from them again. i failed so epically at something i know myself to be. regardless of the tears (because i definitely cried more last night), i am so thankful for that one opportunity to be in the presence of Miss and Daddy. The experience allowed me to gaze intently at those very ugly behaviors that i didnt truly recognize until last night. i left feeling like i failed a lot. But that failure was good because it was necessary. i'm now one step closer to knowing the person i am and transforming into the person i want to be.
Miss told me to look up what submission means and give ten examples of when i have ever done that in my life. For a moment i was quite terrified because i don't think i have ever submitted to someone or something without resistance first.
Submission - the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person; an act of surrendering to a hold by one's opponent; humility; meekness
Okay the '10 examples' activity is super hard because i see now i've been the bitch reluctant to listen and follow. people must loved me to put up with this shit. Jesus take the wheel.
i still don't think i'm off the hook. i live on the hook. i am the worm 😂. i'm super disappointed in myself, but my love for myself has not changed. i'm really proud of myself for taking the chance and putting myself out there and meeting people who i fantasize about binding me, dragging keys down my back until i bleed, whipping my *****, leaving marks/bruises and other normal shit like calling me hideous degrading names and looking at me in ways that make my entire being quiver. If we're being 300,000% truthful, though i didn't intend to fuck up, the intensity of those moments, the acute embarrassment i felt, the topic of conversation in that public environment is something i truly enjoyed and if given the chance to experience it again i definitely would. ☺️
Eventually i'll ask Miss about her role because she's Daddy's sub but i have to pass her first to get to Daddy. Does that mean one day she's going to hand me off and i don't get to have her as Miss anymore 😢? i'm going to enjoy things as they are and take them as they come. Because i like Daddy & Miss a lot 🤷🏾‍♂️
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79.7kg. No text about tomorrow's appointment so I must have the day wrong. Gonna try and find the paperwork. Should go buy food for the cats at least but I'm too dizzy to move. They can just have the fish stuff I guess, I can't risk eating. It took like three days to lose anything and it's only 0.2kg. I have to sort some shit I guess, like I have to have eaten by tomorrow so I don't black out chasing the cats and getting them into tubs. And yeah Nana will get suspicious she always does, but I could just have a protein shake for breakfast. Being this dizzy after a shower is really nice though, I couldn't drag myself out of bed for like two hours then I stand up for like twenty minutes or whatever and I'm done. Too sick and dizzy to function.
Okay yeah it's next Tuesday not this one so I'll call later in the week, and just say look I was on the ass end of a migraine. I've said at the first appointment I won't click until its Tuesday and I can't go. Please make a note I can't do Tuesdays. They're fucking morons, but not really. It's not stupidity. It's malice and a lack of respect. Anyway someone should bring me like $20 worth of my favourite cup noodles actually so I can binge until I explode. If I just hold off the food shopping until tomorrow I'm fine. I can eat tonight and make it work. But also.... Ugh I need food to think and move. But also. 79.7kg. I did hit 79.5kg briefly so I can't even be super proud. But walking last night helped. Or the starving. Or both. So... I only had 460 calories and I'm glad I checked I got to delete 30 calories for the carrot I never had. So 460 calories is the goal and that's the problem. If I go buy food I'll have enough food to eat while worrying about calories. I have two tubs of ice cream, very very old carrots, and.... Jam? Oh and Toblerone. Protein shakes and frozen veggies sound safe I guess... But none of it is enough to walk on, I can't even stay sitting up anymore I got a few minutes I could consider a big salad but they're like 500 calories cos they have that amazing dressing. I can't live off plain eggs. My collarbones are so close to being visible too, I can feel them poking out a bit, but... They just hide anyway. Like they're genuinely sticking out but that means nothing ugh and I'm so fucking dizzy even laying down this is annoying.
No I really want a salad god I hate how many calories they have there's cool ones like the one with the cranberries it's not really a salad it's like. A full meal lol. But then I'd have to buy cat food too.... Eggs, tuna, salad... Maybe fresh spinach but frozen would work better but also would make everything annoying... And if I don't worry too much about exact calories I could mix it up in one big amount of eggs then blindly pour into the muffin tray instead of measuring? I don't know. Even doing it by weight would suck if I used tuna and stuff since it could be more tuna less egg or whatever I don't know. And I could just make one at a time but that also doesn't work well since then with tuna it'd be half an egg per tin and I'd still be guessing. But exact calories don't matter, since yeah some days I'd be a few over but others I'd be under? I guess? And I can measure and weigh it and that's good. But... Ugh. Tuna and eggs and cat food and salad are heavy. And I can't even stand right. So I dunno I may hold off and die. Maybe today is a higher calorie day so I don't fucking die but tomorrow will be too possibly? Unless she drops me home straight after the vet and then I don't have to eat. I wanna though and that's making me pathetic and weak so no. I have to get food today or I'll binge possibly. I hate being weak.
I'll hold off for now anyway I don't wanna get dressed and everyone is outside and loud and ugh. I hate them all. Jesus I wish they'd shut up or die or both. Think I need more sleep... Also Jesus Christ these cats have to stop shitting it's killing me what the fuck like exploratory surgery to find what died inside them all lol but also it's fading and now I'm wondering if the smell was even them? It smells like toast. Oh or cheese toasties actually. That's weird... I didn't hear any scratching in the tray so there's every chance it wasn't them? At least a food adjacent smell made me sick lol I think the smell is from outside. It has to be. Nobody made sounds near the litter tray and the smell only faded a bit and now it's just... A food smell.
Anyway think I'm going fully insane and it's concerning im this sick this fast but yeah. It's fine. I've restricted like this before and been fine. My brain feels like it's on fire and has pins and needles now too. If I can just take a few breaths and stop the brain feeling getting worse I can have a cola and rely on the fake sugar to feel better and then get to the shops anyway. And I can do two trays of cat food not three and fit some eggs and stuff. So I'm gonna plan out my calories vaguely I guess now and decide what to do.
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Review #69: Love in the Moonlight
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I was going to write about this drama after I finished the last episode, but I'm halfway through and I just can't contain myself anymore.
This drama is such a joke. I'm honestly laughing incredulously here. Well, I'm up to the part where Yoonsung goes to fetch Raon with a bunch of guards behind him to - in his own words to his dad - "test the depth of his feelings for her". What a joke. You know and I know and he knows and we all damn know that he's too soft hearted to hurt anyone. And the writer is expecting us to believe that he would hurt Raon? The girl he's in love with? The girl he would go against his long-term friend and family for? The only girl he's ever liked even after frequenting a hundred kisaengs? Yeah, right.
That is this writer's biggest downfall. They're just too much of a softie. I'm pretty sure this writer fell in love with their own characters, so much to the point where they're too mushy-hearted to do anything bad to them. This happens multiple times throughout the drama, I can't even count. Nothing bad EVER happens to the characters. Well, let me rephrase that. Nothing bad EVER lasts for long with these characters - because the writer just can't bear to see them suffer for long!
Think about it. EACH damn time Raon and Young have to go through a tearful and heart-wrenching separation, they just get back together in the next episode or even earlier. The writer can't pull through with their own storytelling. The separation of the two main characters is always presented in this intensely tear-jerking fashion as though it's the hardest thing they have to go through, but in less than an hour there the prince is AGAIN, and all I can do is sit here and cry out in frustration because there are no stakes! How are we as the audience supposed to be sad and emotionally invested and feel like their love is a life and death situation when it just really ISN'T?
The examples go on and on. Think about the time Byeongyeon sacrificed himself for Raon and the prince. (Don't worry, Raon's unbearable passivity is coming up in another huge post of its own.) I actually liked that scene. I mean, yeah I love Byeongyeon as a character (more than Raon for sure) but his death meant something. It was an incredibly meaningful moment. You could see how much love he had for the prince and the entire scene was done pretty well, including the dialogue. And then what happens? HE DOESN'T DIE. Like, really? Okay, so he got shot by several arrows (and one of them definitely hits very close to his vital organs) and gets slashed by a sword and he still LIVES? So a hundred other people who gets slashed just once in the drama all die but this dude LIVES? Oh please. I swear, the moment I saw him lying down getting taken care of I wanted to smash the wall. That's not how it works! When you do that, you totally destroy the meaningful scene that you initially set up. If he comes back to life so easily, what was his death for? What meaning does it hold now? Ultimately, it tells the audience that nothing really is at stake, and that all of the "important" characters will come out unscathed. Nothing bad will ever happen to them. And what does this do? It destroys every ounce of tension in the drama. Nobody in the audience is going to ever feel that the situation in the drama is a life and death situation. Because it isn't.
That's really bad writing. One of the first things I learned in my screenwriting class was that you gotta put your main character through hell and you gotta have zero sympathy. You have to keep making bad things happen to them. The moment you become a softie, the tension just goes splat. It's really got to feel like a life and death situation and the stakes have to feel REAL. At the moment, the drama does none of that.
That's why I had to stop watching and rant when Yoonsung (of course) takes out his sword and slays the guards. Of course. I wasn't expecting anything else anyways. Who in the world would even think Yoonsung would do something other than protect Raon? Well, for a second I guess I was kind of hopeful - but only for a second, because the drama of course ruined it as quickly as possible. The drama never lets things simmer and turn bad. The writer is too weak-hearted for that. They probably can't bear to see any of their characters suffer for long. So of course Yoonsung would take out his sword but of course it wouldn't be to harm Raon. Of course he would stop at the SLIGHTEST squeak from Raon and start slaying all of his guards lol. I was trying really hard from not typing lol but I really can't help it. It's just too incredulous.
If only the writer would pull through with their threats. If only they would actually let things go bad. Then the tension would rise and rise and the rubber band would be pulled and pulled tight until all that's left to do is for it to snap and all hell breaks loose, which is when you reach the story climax before the happy happy ending. Other dramas do this really well. Especially when they make the main couple break up for reasons outside their control. You really gotta milk that situation. But this drama just can't do that and has never done it. It's supposed to do that the most right now, when there are only so many episodes left until the end. However, the drama DOESN'T do that when it most needs to. I'm so frustrated.
Don't get me started on how much I hate Raon. Well, more like, how much I hate the way Raon is written by the writer. Raon used to be a great character in the beginning. But the moment she falls in love with the prince - well, let's say "falls in love" but where's the evidence that she even loves him? I could write ten pages on how much Raon doesn't love the prince and how passive and wide-eyed she is while the prince actually loves her and ACTS it out ALL the time. Okay, let's have a pause here, and I'll go watch the rest of the episode (well, try to) before going on another huge rant.
If you're going to do a sageuk, do it like 100 Days My Prince or don't do it at all. Or even like Scarlet Heart. At least the stakes there were huge. So many people actually died and the main girl was ACTUALLY tortured. The biggest advantage of sageuks (compared to modern dramas) are the fact that the situations can get really life-and-death. This drama didn't use any of that strong point. What a waste.
Okay. I just came back from watching the rest of Yoonsung's sudden attack on the guards and wow. I was not expecting HIM to die. After all that ranting I did up top about how the drama doesn't pull through and doesn't kill any of their important characters, this is kind of a huge blow. But I have to say, I don't understand why he had to die. When Byeongyeon sacrificed himself, it made all the sense in the world - with his sacrifice, he was able to save Raon, her dad, and even the prince. But didn't Yoonsung lead the guards to Raon himself? He then attacked the bunch of guards himself. Then you see Raon actually try to do something FINALLY but it might have been better if she hadn't done anything this time, cause he clearly got stabbed trying to save her. I guess I just wish his death was worth more than this. I really liked him as a character and I still feel like the drama did him dirty. He could have died a more meaningful death. Not like this.
Now everything is being wrapped up and I honestly feel like there was no real climax in this drama. Maybe it's coming up. Let's see. But from the look of things everything is being wrapped up like a pretty gift box with no imperfections. Have I also mentioned just how much I hate the fade out transitions in this drama? I honestly hate it. It feels like a cop out each time. It feels like a lazy cop out instead of following through with the action that is presented at the time.
As the drama wraps up, I gotta say that I've grown to really love the second female lead. I started off disliking her (just cause I liked the main couple too much back then) and thinking she was just a plot device but she's shown a lot of character throughout the time she was in the drama. SHE is the one who truly loved the prince and actually acted it out each time. And just as I say this, here we go again - the writer lets her off easy, making the king erase her princess-to-be history and ultimately making her sacrifice useless and bland. Sigh. Just LET people sacrifice and be selfless and just let the audience see and feel the deep worth in that! Why you gotta keep taking that away from us?!
I have finally finished the entire drama. I loved Young as a character and I love Park Bogum as the actor who acted him out. Young was BY FAR the best character in the drama, followed by Byeongyeon. Raon was annoying until the very end and even seeing her smile was annoying me. All I could think of was the fact that she was lifeless and had no personality and didn't even properly love the prince and even despite all that she was standing in front of him receiving his love. The prince deserves better.
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who is more likely to hurt the other?
This is a hard one, I mean they're both pretty cautious and hyperaware of the others feelings. I guess maybe Jason because he may interrupt Billy at times or maybe just kind of blow up at him when there in a do or die situation and he's blabbering. It's not intentional and he apologizes right after.
who is emotionally stronger?
Billy, he doesn't like to hold grudges or be upset for a certain amount of time. He's a level-headed dude who's pretty happy for the most part. Jason however, tends to hold things in and blame himself for things that are out of his control.
who is physically stronger?
Equal in strength because of the whole power rangers thing. I guess Jason is more skilled because of his football training and good instincts but Billy is a really fast learner and his instincts are great. So I guess they're both equal when it comes to physicality.
who is more likely to break a bone?
Jason, Billy isn't violent and at times Jason's anger can get the best of him. Neither of them have done anything like that. Also its really hard to break bones when you're a ranger so if we're going by recklessness here it's Zack. Zack all the way.
who knows best what to say to upset the other?
Billy, he would never say it, no matter what. He doesn't like to hurt people's feelings, especially Jason's.
who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?
Jason, he can't stand Billy being mad at him or being mad at Billy. Even if Billy was in the wrong, Jason would apologize first. Like Billy could be making his way over to apologize to Jason and he red ranger would meet him halfway and be like, "I'm so sorry I love you so much. Are we good now? Please tell me we're okay."
who treats who's wounds more often?
Billy. His mom's a doctor and plus he doesn't like seeing the people he cares about in pain. I mean no one likes that, but  Billy just, he hates it with a passion.
who's in constant need of comfort?
Jason, like I said before, he blames himself for things he has no control over. He can't help it.  
who gets more jealous?
Both, the sight of someone hitting on one of them drives the other crazy. Jason will just interrupt the conversation and be like "Hey Billy, we still going out tonight? You know cause we're dating and your my boyfriend and stuff like that. Cause we're together." Super loudly. Billy ends up confused but follows along anyway and then Jason ends up having to make plans and it's a whole mess. And Billy just gets like super petty. Legit he won't speak to Jason for hours and then when he finally does he'll mention the person that made him jealous in the first place. It's hilarious.
who's most likely to walk out on the other?
Damn...this is sad as fuck. I honestly don't think either of them would walk out, maybe they'd grow apart or something but they'd never just leave.
who will propose?
Jason, he's the romantic one and literally spends months, maybe even a year planning this moment. It's literally like some shit out of a Hollywood movie and Billy cries and Jason cries and it's just a beautiful mess of love y'all.
who has the most difficult parents?
Jason, his dad isn't really that supportive but his mom is cool. And Billy's mom is a literal angel so yeah.
who initiates hand-holding when they're out in public?
Billy, Jason is always careful not to push Billy's boundaries so its usually Billy who makes the first move.
who comes up for the other all the time?
I don't really know how to answer this because I don't know what it means so....both?
who hogs the blankets?
Neither, Billy has this system that makes sure that they both get equal amount of blanket.
who gets more sad?
Both Jason and Billy get really bad nightmares. Billy's usually about dying and Jason's usually of him watching Billy die helplessly. But Billy wakes up and remembers where he is and that he's safe. Jason on the other hands, needs some reassurance that everything will be okay. So yeah, definitely Jason.
who is better at cheering the other up?
Billy, he's a positive person and it's not hard for his positivity to rub off on those around him.
who's the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?
Neither, they both just kind of laugh to themselves and very loudly, lol. Jason slaps his knew if that helps.
who is more streetwise?
Jason, I mean he has a little more experience than Billy when it comes to handling the outside world.
who is more wise?
Billy, he gives great advice and always thinks of every possibly outcome and result before giving you a good answer.
who's the shyest?
Both. Jason's the social butterfly but he has this mask that he puts on when he's in public. He changes when he's with the rangers and Billy. Few people have seen the 'real Jason Scott.' And Billy has a hard time making friends but he's legit an open book.
who boasts about the other more?
Both, Jason's affectionate as hell and what he can't do physically he'll do verbally. Mainly talking about Billy's various academic achievements and just how smart he is. And Billy just likes showing and proving to people that he's dating the Jason Scott.
who sit's on who's lap?
Umm, I don't know. I guess after training  Jason will look at Billy and Billy will nod and then Jason will just kind of collapse between Billy's legs. Arms on either side of Billy's knees as he tries to catch his breath. They'll kind of sit like that for awhile, talking and laughing with the other rangers. Until they have to go. So yeah, that's about it.
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