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jrueships · 4 months
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Do you think Josh went to Stef's big birthday bash? I didn't see him in any photos... maybe it was too fancy for him to get invited??
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damn, i guess josh didn't care 😭 LMFAO
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tbh tho.. i would not either.. if i saw this.. my number one conspirer. Yep, going right back through that door once i see that. Clearly, im intruding on family activities, ill be in the car waiting for u like a dog LOL
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hes including himself in this
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i love how trev looks so done with him, his brother's eldest sister queen syndrome 😭. Does that cake have fondant on it ??
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of COURSE he wants that giant dumpster of a car, of COURSE. Let's calm down, veruca salt
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cstalli · 2 days
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Feel like my insides are falling out I hate being poor I'm going to explode
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luveline · 6 months
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so! we were talking about hockey!sirius a couple days ago soooooooo
i would love to request hockey!sirius flirting with a reader who is not yet his girlfriend. (bonus points if he does the lighting her cigarettes for her like i would die actually)
thank you for requesting! —hockey player!sirius asks you on a date. 1k
"Hey, you." 
You squeeze your box of cigarettes but manage to keep your flinch to yourself. "Sirius, you're like a ghost," you complain, letting your bag fall back behind you. 
"A fit one, at least?" he asks. "I've caught you, haven't I?" 
You fish your box of cigarettes from your bag guiltily. "Don't tell my coach and I'll give you one." 
"Give me two and I'll let you borrow my clipper."
"A clipper," you drawl, drawing two cigarettes from the box to pass him. "I didn't think you were rich." 
"You know, my parents are loaded." 
You put a cigarette between your lips and shove the box down the depths of your bag, your dirty little secret hidden once again. Sirius knows because he's the only other idiot sportsman at your rink stupid enough to smoke at practice. "Weird brag." 
"Well," —he bobs his head from left to right gently, inhaling sharply as he lights the end of his cigarette, breathing through it, "it would be if I spoke to them." 
"Oh, shit. Sorry." 
"Don't be sorry," he says, his cigarette held carelessly between his lips as he ushers you forward. He's much more careful about you, holding your arm in a gentle hand as he lights the end of your cigarette, and nodding encouragingly when you inhale, his eyes a stony grey where they meet yours. "I brought it up." His hand coasts briefly up to your shoulder before he takes a step back. "I like telling you things." 
You lean against the wall and Sirius leans beside you. The outside of the rink is boring, a huge parking lot full of cars going in and out. Sirius' car, a dark cherry red oldsmobile with more scratches than paint, is parked not too far from where you're standing, a dent the size of a sledgehammer head in the driver's side that wasn't there before. "What happened to the vampmobile?" you ask. 
"James. I bet you never would've guessed," he says sarcastically.  
"I wouldn't have. He's a sweetheart. I'd be much more tempted to think you did it doing doughnuts on the industrial–" 
Sirius cuts you off, flicking the tip of his cigarette with a put upon attitude, "I don't do doughnuts. You think so little of me, sweetpea." 
He says sweetpea like you're the cutest thing on earth. You nudge him mildly and stub your cigarette out on top of the square black bin, half-smoked. "I better go home."
"Working tonight?" 
"No, I finally have a night off. Got a ton of stuff I need to do, but it shouldn't take long." You lift your arms into the air and stretch your sore shoulders, angled away from him to avoid giving him a show of the world's ugliest yawn.  
"Wanna get something to eat?" 
You hurt your jaw trying to stop your yawn midway through, arms falling flat to your thighs. Sirius isn't looking at you, gaze on the vamp mobile, smoke curling like a ribbon between his fingers. He has nicely shaped hands, very boney in the sharp way but still rather inviting, when you think about it. 
"Now?" you ask. 
"Tonight. If you want to, I'll take you out." He takes another drag, eyes flaring in time with the ash. "Don't act like you don't know," he says through the exhale. 
"Know what, Black?" you ask. 
"That I'm mad for you." 
You're suddenly and deeply aware of how you look, a mess after practice, hair straggled from its styling, face without any make up. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, but when you picture someone on Sirius' arm, it's never you. You fiddle with your jacket zipper, voice low, "I didn't know that." 
"I don't believe you." He's not accusatory, simply stating a fact. Sirius stubs his cigarette out next to yours, black hair ruffled in the wind, the scent of him adrift. He smells like smoke, of course, but there's a nicer woodiness beneath it. "I'll take the way you're looking at me as a solid maybe. You can text me." 
"No, I mean. Yeah. I mean–" You stammer as Sirius laughs warmly. "I'll text you. If you really are mad for me." 
"Want me to prove it?" he asks. 
Your lips part of their own accord. You look like a deer-in-the-headlights for sure, completely stopped by the implication. Even the thought of a kiss from his has your pulse capering hard. His hands cold from the rink pressed gently to the warmer stretch of your collar, slipping into the hemline, curling behind your neck as he steps close. You can't summon the kiss itself, too close to bursting, because what would you do? Where would you put your hands? Is there a specific place? 
"Don't look so nervous," he murmurs, his eyebrows pinching ever so slightly together. "I'm not gonna jump you." 
"It's not like that, I just don't know…" 
"About us?" he asks. "That's why I'm trying to ask you on a date. You can make your mind up about us and I'll help you bulk for sectionals."
"I don't need bulking," you say. 
He laughs. "No, you're perfect. Beside your bad habit, that is. We have that in common." Sirius steps forward, pauses. "Can I kiss your cheek?" 
His asking is the last straw. You're melted like a slush curl. 
"Yeah," you say weakly. 
Sirius kisses your cheek gently, and then he tucks his face against the side of your head and gives you a hug. "Text me, yeah? If you want." He peels back to grin at you. "I have to go back in. Elite league won't win itself. Talk to you later, doll."
You watch him retreat back into the centre, not sure what you want to do first; text him, or smoke another cigarette. In the end, you decide against the cigarette. If he's really going to prove how mad he is for you, you don't want to taste like smoke. 
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ameenvie · 3 months
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Last Christmas - Jamie Tartt x fem!reader
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masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs
"Now I know what a fool I've been, but if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again"
@emeraldsandelderberries asked: jaime x reader christmas request :) maybe a second chance romance a la “last christmas” by wham! ? Word count: 4.3k Warnings: none really! I guess anxiety and panic attacks if you squint, but not really Tags: fluff, second chance, christmas, drama, hurt/comfort A/N: This request was soooooooo sweet!!! AH I LOVED IT, I'm so sorry it's this late! 😭 IT might be a bit more dramatic/moody than you've wanted but I really hope you like it! ❤❤
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Christmastime in London was always special to you. You loved how the storefronts all dressed up into colourful decorations and cheerful lights, how the smell of warm cookies filled the air as you passed your favourite bakery on your way to work. Excitement and restlessness filled people’s hearts as they were waiting for a little break at the end of the year, a time of reflection and hope. And honestly you could’ve used a fresh start.
Work was hectic in the office before at the end of the year, but you always pushed through by thinking of the holidays approaching faster day by day. The last weeks before Christmas were all about secret Santas and Christmas gatherings at the office as well.
You were having lunch in the small kitchen at work when your phone lit up with your best friend’s name. She usually doesn’t call, so you answered suspiciously.
“I have a huge favour to ask” she said quickly without even saying hello. You put your face into your palm as you braced yourself for what was about to come and even like that you were shocked at her next words. “I need you to come to the company Christmas Party with me.”
“You what?” you asked, trying to conceal the sudden anger in your voice that was bubbling up inside you. It wasn’t like you to get angry easily, especially not on her, but this time it came so out of the blue. Why would she ask that?
“I know babes, I’m so sorry I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t life or death!”
“How can a Christmas party be life or death?” you asked cynically, drumming your fingers on the table next to your lunch. You’ve lost all your appetite.
“I will die if you won’t come with me, that’s how” she joked, trying to lighten your mood.
“You’re so dramatic” you chuckled, but you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Go on.”
“Look, I don’t want to spend all my evening alone with my coworkers and their families and my rich boss, and insufferable football players!” she started. “You know this is not like a few-drinks-in-the-office kind of party, it’s full bling in a fancy hotel and shitton of food and booze!” you could basically see her waving her hand around while talking. “I thought just the two of us could hang out, get hammered and judge others. What do you say?” You rolled your eyes. She knew this was a compelling offer, but not compelling enough. Not when you could risk running into him.
“Okay, but!” You started and held up a finger like she could see it through the phone. “I have the right to leave at any time I want. Deal?” You heard her let out an annoyed groan at the other end of the line.
“Fine, whatever. I know you’ll love it.”
“I sure will. What do I wear?”
“Go all out babe. I’ll meet you tomorrow at 6. Love yous!” She hung up the call and you placed your phone on the table and just stared at it for a moment.
Your best friend was working at Richmond FC. The football club whose every match you’ve seen since you remember, up until last year. It was your family’s team. Now thanks to Jamie Tartt, you couldn’t even think of the name Richmond. And now your friend wants you to go back there, all dressed up, to an event where you could possibly – or even most likely – meet him and have to talk to him. Have to smile at him like he didn’t break your heart. Like you didn’t cry about him for months after he left.
But you weren’t that girl anymore, were you? Time has passed, you moved on, right? You didn’t cry about him anymore. But the twisting feeling in your gut when you thought about him, when someone mentioned him or even the team, when you saw ads with him told you otherwise. Told you that you in fact, have not moved on. But he doesn’t have to know that.
The walk on the way home was chilly and this time you couldn’t admire the flickering Christmas lights around you on the street, nor the sweet smell of cookies coming from the bakery. Your mind was filled with the thought of him, and the possibility of seeing him again. The thought of your friend being an asshole also crossed your mind a few times, but you knew she didn’t mean any harm. For all she knew you were over Jamie. And you were convinced of that too, but the squeezing feeling in your chest told you otherwise. You didn’t listen though. You didn’t care about him. You didn’t.
You told that to yourself the next day as you looked for that beautiful dress in your wardrobe that you might or might not wanted to wear to impress him. To make him feel like an idiot for throwing you away. You didn’t care about him. As you did your makeup a little more elegant than usual. You didn’t care about him. As you did the finishing touches on your hair. You didn’t care about him.
You picked up your purse and locked the door when you saw your friend calling, meaning she was there to pick you up with a cab. The cold air made you shiver a little and you were thankful for the ride. Wintertime was really not made for having these parties. A thin layer of snow covered the streets and the rooftops, the streetlights painting it a warm hue of gold. You let out a relieved sigh, suddenly you felt calm from the peaceful sight. You hopped in the cab and closed the door. Your friend let out an audible gasp as she looked at you.
“You look fucking fit, girl!” she squealed before she hugged you. You scoffed and chuckled before pulling away.
“Thanks, I guess” you smiled, heat crawling to your ears. Your friend gave the address of the venue to the cab driver, and you were off into the night.
“You really did go all the way, huh?”
“Your wish is my command!” you smiled at her, your heart hammering against your ribcage.
“I got you something” she said and started to rummage through her small purse before she pulled out a small bottle of liquor. You laughed.
“Aren’t we going to a party with unlimited free booze?”
“Wanted to have a moment for just the two of us. No offense” she chuckled and looked at the cab driver who smiled back at her. “Thanks for being here.”
“My pleasure” you replied and took a sip out of the bottle. You felt the liquid burn your throat before you handed it to her. Truth be told, you felt alright. Together with your best friend, dressed to the nines, having a fun night out. Who cares about Jamie Tartt?
When you stepped inside the giant ballroom, your breath got caught in your throat. You’ve been to fancy places before – mostly with Jamie -, but nothing of such magnitude. The room was framed by insanely tall walls with red velvet covering, and shiny accents. Christmas ornaments and decorations hung from the ceiling next to the chandeliers, and there was a beautiful Christmas tree in the corner, next to the stage where the band played soft jazz music. Round tables occupied half of the room in a neatly organised pattern, the other half was the dancefloor.
Kind men took your coat, and you clutched your purse to try to calm your nerves. You felt like you didn’t belong, you stuck out like a sore thumb among these gorgeous and rich people. You felt your friend’s hand squeeze your own as she led you further into the room.
“It’s gonna be fine. We’re eating, getting wasted, dancing then going home, ‘kay?”
“Okay” you breathed. You didn’t dare to look around the room in case you recognised someone. Him.
The two of you made a beeline towards the bar and ordered your favourite shot that you drank immediately. You hoped it would calm your nerves a little.
“Easy girl, the night is still young!”
“That’s especially why I’m drinking” you chuckled. You felt a tap on your shoulder and your heart dropped to your stomach, blood freezing in your veins. That was until you’ve turned and saw Sam’s face and his thousand-watt smile.
“I knew it was you! It’s so good to see you!” he cheered, his accented voice ringing in your ear as he hugged you.
“Sam, oh my God! Look at you, you look amazing!” you answered and rested your hand on his arms. “How you’ve been?”
“Good, good! We have a lot to catch up on, you should write sometimes y’know!” Fuck.
“I know, I’m sorry.” A frown settled on your face, and he immediately tried to lighten the mood.
“Just messing with you. But hey, make sure to come say hi to the others later, okay?” he said, and he gestured to the other side of the room, and your gaze instinctively followed. Mistake.
There he was, in all his glory, as tall and handsome as ever. His hair was different, a bit longer and had highlights in it. It really suited him. He wore a slightly unbuttoned shirt and had its sleeves rolled up, his jacket discarded on a nearby chair.
You’ve felt like throwing up, the content of your stomach making somersaults nonstop. Yet you smiled like nothing happened and nodded at Sam. Your friend who you haven’t spoken to in months because he reminded you of Jamie. What an asshole move. And he was so kind he just forgave you.
“We sure will” you answered and squeezed his arm before you let go. And as he turned you sneaked another peek in Jamie’s direction. You felt lightheaded as his gaze caught yours and you looked away in a blink of an eye, turning your back at him.
“Are you alright? I’m so sorry, look, we can just leave” your friend whispered as she looked at you concerned, but you just shook your head.
“I’m fine, really. When is dinner again?”
“In like half an hour” she replied.
“Mint, I’ll catch my breath outside and I’ll be right back, okay?”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, it’s fine, really” you protested. “It’ll be just a minute, promise.”
“Fine” she sighed as she rubbed your arms. “But just a word and we’ll be out of here!” You nodded and headed towards the door that led to the back garden. Your steps were quick, and you had your head low to avoid anyone stopping you in your track. But you felt like your heels were too loud, that everyone was looking at you, that he was looking at you. In reality, only one of those was true.
As you opened the door, the cold air bit into your skin as you stepped outside. The garden was gigantic, and the grass was covered in a thin layer of snow. There were gravel paths going around in twisty patterns curving around shrubbery and statues.
To your surprise there were standing tables outside accompanied by tall heaters. You weren’t cold but you knew it was just temporary, so you took a beeline towards one of the heaters and stood next to the table under it. It was kind of magical, hearing only the distant music from the ballroom and nothing else, watching the snow-covered garden. You felt your heartbeat slow down and anxious thoughts leaving your head.
You heard footsteps approaching and you turned towards them with a smile, thinking it was Sam or your best friend. Of course, that was not the case. He took his jacket back on, but the top buttons on his shirt were still undone. He looked at you with a shy smile.
“I knew I saw you” he said, his hands in his pockets. You knew he was fiddling with them like he always did. You didn’t reply and you weren’t sure if it was the nerves or the anger. You stood in silence for a moment before he spoke again. “It’s good to see you again. I didn’t think you’d come.”
“Me neither” you replied, and your voice was colder than you thought it would be. It was perfect. He just couldn't see how he ruined you. He just couldn't.
“I can leave if you want?” he said, but it was almost like a question. A question you didn’t really know the answer for. Did you want him to leave? Or were you just over the moon that he was there, standing in front of you, with a heavy heart and a shy smile? You kind of never wanted that moment to end. You felt pathetic and you looked away from him, which he took as a cue to leave. “It’s alright. It was nice seeing you. You look beautiful.” What an asshole. What right does he have to call you that?
He turned his back on you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked at your shoes. The fancy shoes that you might or might not picked out to impress him. You did get what you wanted didn’t you? He did call you beautiful. So why was it making you so angry?
“I just” he hesitated before continuing. “Wanted to say I’m sorry. Truly.” You looked up at him. His body was halfway turned from you, and he looked back, head hung low and a few strands of his hair fell into his eyes. Your ears were ringing as your heart was pounding in your chest.
“I was a royal prick. And you-“ he scratched his throat. “You deserved better. And you deserve better than me ruining your night, so I’ll leave you be. Sorry. Truly, it was nice seeing you.” he said and turned away. You felt like your mouth acted on its own as you called out after him. His gaze snapped back and met yours.
“Would you-“ you paused. “Like to stay a bit?” You could see his shoulders relax as he let out a breath he was holding. A smile found its way past his lips as he stepped closer to you under the heater.
“I’m glad you asked because I started to freeze my arse off” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he was still very aware of his situation.
“Yeah, why can’t these company parties be held in the summer? You get all dressed up only to freeze your tits off” you smiled back at him. He was leaning against the table as he looked at you. It somehow felt right, being there with him.
“Well, some of us are more dressed up than others” he grinned as his eyes wandered up and down on your body. You pretended you didn’t see it, but the rising heat in your body said otherwise.
“I know, Rebecca looks insanely good tonight” you said to deflect the compliment.
“Yeah, she’s really good at this glam thing. Kinda jealous of her.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, but you didn’t say a word. Signalling him to go on. “Most of the times I just can’t wait to bolt at these events.”
“Why don’t you? Are you on the clock or something?” you asked, clutching your purse for dear life. The more reasonable part of your brain said you should just tell him to piss off. But you didn’t.
“Nah” he shrugged. “I just like the company a bit more than usual.”
You felt your heart flutter at the compliment. Then you immediately felt sadness. Then anger.
“Jamie, why on earth are you here?”
“Umm, it’s a company Christmas party?” he answered with a question, feigning ignorance.
“I meant here. And you know that. If you really would've liked my company, you probably wouldn't have dumped me to fuck around” you snapped at him and straightened your back, preparing to leave him. “Merry Christmas, Jamie.”
You turned on your heels and headed towards the main building. Now that you’ve stepped away from the heater the cold winter air crawled against your skin once more, tears prickling your eyes. You were stupid for coming here.
You picked up your pace before you felt a warm hand grip your wrist. You felt tired. You felt like you had no energy to do this right now.
“Please, love. Just give me a chance.”
“A chance for what, Jamie? To break my heart again?” you asked in a choked voice from holding the tears at bay. He let go of you and ran his hands through his hair. You hated how you knew he always did that when he was nervous. All this knowledge of him, all that love for him. What were you supposed to do with them now?
“What can I do to make it right? I’ll do anything.”
“Stop making a fool out of me. What do you want? A good nostalgia lay? A charity one, because it’s Christmas?” You were so angry at him. If all these were true, why did he just dump you? Say all those things he said. But at the same time, you wanted this to be true. But you weren’t ready for another heartbreak.
“Piss off, I’ve cried enough because of you already.” You turned your back on him again and stormed off. You saw your friend's silhouette at the door, and you felt relieved.
“I’m so sorry babes, I’ll call a cab, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“It’s fine. I won’t give him the satisfaction of leaving” you let out a shaky breath and hugged your friend.
“What did he want anyway?”
“He said” you started but your voice choked up. “He said he was sorry. That he wanted to make it right.”
“You’re kidding. What did you say?”
“I told him to piss off, as you can see” you answered and let out a dry laugh.
“I can see that, but why?” she asked, and you snapped your gaze at her.
“What do you mean why? Don’t you remember he broke up with me to chase models instead?”
“But maybe he does want to make it right… and you love-“ she said but you broke her off.
“I don’t. Please can we just drop this? Let’s have dinner, what do you think?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Dinner was served by elegant waiters, all different kinds of soups, meats, salads, whatever you could’ve wished for. And fortunately, they didn’t hesitate to bring you drinks as well.
“No way!” you laughed at another guy who was sitting at your table. He was your friend’s coworker, or something like that. You actually had a really great time since the dinner started. These people were nice and funny, and took your mind off of Jamie for a bit. That was all you could’ve asked for.
“It’s nice to meet finally meet you guys in person, I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I’ve known you for ages!”
“Only good I hope!” another girl, Jenna chimed in and chuckled while your friend just rolled her eyes to hide her awkwardness. Mixing friend groups was always a stressful experience for her. Suddenly Jenna whispered something to the person who was sitting next to her – you remembered her name being Ellie.
“Yeah, for sure” Ellie said, covering her mouth while laughing.
“C’mon girls, didn’t they tell you it’s rude to whisper when you have company? Spill it!” your friend whined as she took another sip from her drink. Jenna rolled her eyes playfully before she leaned closer to the two of you.
“We were just talking about how shaggable some of our footballers are” she giggled, and you choked on your drink, what earned you a few weird looks.
“I’m sorry, I just tried to laugh and swallow at the same time” you replied quickly. During your exchange the wait staff started to clear your tables as the dinner was about to end, leaving place for the music, dancing, and drinking.
“Or maybe you fancy the gaffer? No shame in that he’s pretty fit himself” Ellie continued before Jenna cut her off.
“You bet he is. And he’s such a gentleman, I’ve ran into him at the cafeteria once. Maybe even too much of a gentleman.” She gave a knowing look before she chuckled. You knew this was going to be bad.
“C’mon girls, stop it! Anybody can hear you!” your friend tried to stop the situation from getting worse, but it was of no use.
“So, new girl, what do you say? Do you have a favourite guy on the team?” Jenna rested her head in her hands as she was looking at you, batting her eyelashes. She didn’t mean no harm; she had no way of knowing that you were in fact an ex-girlfriend of one of them.
“You know what, I’m kind of a Roy Kent girl myself” you said, and your friend snorted next to you, almost spitting her drink. You flashed a huge smile at her before clinking your glass against hers. The rest of the girls made approving noises before they got interrupted.
“That kinda hurts” his voice pierced your ears, and your heart went into overdrive. Of course. You turned towards him, and you swore your eyes shot daggers at him. He had one of his hands held out towards you, inviting you to take it. “Spare me a dance?”
You already drank enough to consider his offer. You felt everyone’s eyes on you and for a second you didn’t care.
“Sure” you replied in a low voice as you stood up. You heard a gasp from behind you, but you weren’t sure who it came from. You took Jamie’s hand as he led you towards the dancefloor. You heard your friend say “I told you anyone could hear it!” in the background and you smiled.
After you reached the centre of the dancefloor, he spun you around and put one of his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You didn’t look him in the eye, but scanned the room for anything else to focus on. The band was playing a slow song and couples started to flock to the floor next to you. You saw Ted asking Rebecca for a dance and even your friend stood up and made her way to the floor with someone. You felt Jamie trying to be sneaky and pulling you closer into him with every sway, but you didn’t say anything.
“Do you remember when you taught me how to dance?” he asked, and you heard the smile in his voice. You did remember.
“Of course” you said, barely audible.
“We moved the couch to make space. And even then, I hit my foot into it.” He spun you around to the rhythm of the music, then pulled you closer than before. And you let him, as you rested your head next to his collarbone. He smelled so good, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment as you closed your eyes. Like you were in your living room again, like he didn’t break your heart.
“Do you think you can forgive me?” he asked abruptly.
“It’s not-“ you hesitated. “It’s not that I can’t forgive you.” You knew you could forgive him in a second, because you loved him. You loved him so much, not a day went by without you missing him.
“What is it then?”
“I just don’t want to be hurt again. I know you just take whatever you want and when you’re bored you just toss it aside.” You fought your tears as you buried your face into his chest.
“I’m not that person anymore, love” he said and stopped the two of you, lifting your chin up so your gaze met his. “I promise.”
“Why should I believe you? You promised before you’d never leave me and then you tossed me aside. Made me feel worthless.”
“Fuck” he exhaled, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Can we talk somewhere else? Can’t hear my own thoughts.” You didn’t reply just nodded before he took your hands and led you outside to the same spot you’ve talked earlier. Tears were prickling the corner of your eyes as you followed him, looking down at your joint hands. He stood under the heater before he turned to you and placed both his hands on the side of your face.
“Look. I was a major prick, I know that.” He searched your face as he spoke. “But I promise, I’ve changed. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was an asshole. I know that now” he paused.
“But I-“ he started then he stopped, his eyes frantically scanning your face.
Don’t say it.
“I just-“
Don’t say it.
“Fuck, I-“
Just say it!
“I love you.” You let out a relieved sigh as you closed your eyes. He pulled you closer as he planted a kiss on your lips, shy and chaste. Your heart was stammering against your ribcage, and you felt like it was your first kiss ever.
“I love you too” you whispered as warm tears rolled down your cheeks, contrasting the cold air. He kissed you again, this time braver, and he poured his heart and soul into it as he pulled you in with his hand on the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your heart felt like a thousand suns exploded inside it.
“Please let me make it right.”
“Just make sure you won’t make a fool out of me again for saying yes to this, okay?”
“I promise” he said before he kissed you again. “But I have another question.”
“Yes?” you asked and raised your eyebrow.
“Are you really a Roy Kent girl?” You laughed at how real the concern was on his face as he looked at you with his puppy eyes.
“No, actually I’m a huge Jamie Tartt girl, have you heard of him?” you grinned as you caressed his face.
“Huh, sounds like he’s a lucky fella” he smiled before he leaned in for another kiss. Maybe it wasn’t so bad your friend invited you after all.
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icequeenlila · 4 months
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See right through Me
Idk if any of this makes it into the fic. I have a rough outline but I write as I go. Here are some funny scenarios, ghosting through my head. (Eh? Get it? Ghost-ing? ... Sorry...)
Context: Jake is working on his desk (like correcting tests of his students), Ghost Lo'ak is bored, it's night, Jake needs a desk lamp
Jake: *concentrated on his task*
Lo'ak: "Hey, dad." *turns off the desk lamp*
Jake: *confused, but just turns it back on*
Lo'ak: *still very bored* "Right next to you. Hello." *turns it off*
Jake: *more confused, readjusts his glasses, looking intently at the lamp but finding nothing suspicious, turns it back on*
Lo'ak: *not so bored anymore, grins, turns the light back off*
Jake: "Son of a-"
Lo'ak: "Wow dad, way to insult your own wife."
Jake: *can't hear him* *fumbles with the light bulb, turns it back on*
Jake: *stares silently at the lamp and waits*
Lo'ak: *watching with glee, giggling to himself* "Am I getting on your nerves? Over here."
Jake: *sighs and goes back to work*
Lo'ak: *let's him for a while* "Yeah ... thought so." *turning it back off*
Jake: "Okay, that's enough. Neytiri?!"
Lo'ak: "Yes, get mom!"
Neytiri: *from the kitchen* "Yes, ma Jake?"
Jake: "Do we have light bulbs in stock?" *turns to rummage through random drawers*
Lo'ak: *turns the light back on without Jake noticing* *beaming with glee*
Neytiri: "Light ..." *rounds the corner* "Why?"
Lo'ak: *smiles* "Hi, mom!"
Jake: "I'm not done with the tests. The bulb is broken."
Neytiri: *frowns* "It is not."
Lo'ak: "Yes dad, it's not."
Jake: "Wha- " *turns* *sees the light back on*
Neytiri: ...
Jake: ...
Lo'ak: *snickers*
Jake: "Wait. Look." *reaches for the lamp, turns it off, turns it back on*
Neytiri: ...
Jake: "Just wait."
*they wait* *nothing happens*
Neytiri: "Maybe you should stop for today. You look tired, ma Jake."
Jake: *perplexed* "I ... yes, maybe ..."
Neytiri: *runs a hand through his hair* "Dinner is almost ready. Would you call the kids?" *turns and leaves*
Lo'ak: "I would die for your cooking, mom. Oh, wait ..."
Jake: "Sure, babe." *still staring at the lamp*
Lo'ak: "Doubting your own mind? Poor guy."
Jake: "God, I'm tired." *runs hand over his face*
Lo'ak: "And I'm dead. Guess we both have it rough."
Jake: *looks at the lamp a while longer*
Lo'ak: *turns it back off* "I'm here, dad."
Jake: *gruffly* "You're kidding."
Lo'ak: "Nah, I'm actually serious."
Jake: "I need sleep." *leaves to call the kids*
Lo'ak: *stays behind* *sighing in defeat*
Lo'ak: "I'm here." *turns the light off* "I'm right here." *turns it on* "I miss you."
*turns the light off*
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Soooooooo... funny turned into angsty. Hey, that's me! I'll do more of these if I get the impression you like it.
Have a nice life and bye!✨
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xxluckystrike · 3 months
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hi everyone! merry christmas! i've been meaning to do this kind of pairing for a while and now that it's christmas i was like "hey, what if i did this as a christmas present for some of my friends?"
so i pulled together some pretty photos that reminded me of them, assigned each an era, and spent most of the afternoon listening to taylor swift and making pretty aesthetic boards!
so let me introduce to you...
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my mutuals as taylor swift eras!
@sweetxvanixlla as FOLKLORE
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"take me to the lakes where all the poets go to die- i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you! those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry; i'm setting off, but not without my muse..." - "the lakes" by taylor swift
oh my gosh vani, i knew almost immediately what i wanted to have for you! your very first profile theme was so folklore coded when i first saw it my brain went to "wait she has to be into taylor swift" (and hey, you kind of are right?) so here's the all the soft indie vibes for you! imagine laying in the grass reading a book or sitting on the front porch drinking a pot of tea and BOOM that's what i was imaging with you and this era! (plus, the song lyrics could easily be about you and a certain bob man running away together for a picnic date...)
@panzershrike-pretz as 1989
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"but i keep cruising- can't stop, won't stop grooving, it's like i've got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright! cause the players gonna play, the haters gonna hate, baby i'm just gonna shake it off..." - "shake it off" by taylor swift
maybe it's the fact 1989 somehow gained the vibes of the beach, but the carefree tone of this album really fit you! it's upbeat and excitable, hopelessly imaginative, and just about having a good time with friends- love or not! plus, i now associate you with webster and i associate webster with the beach soooooooo it's a match made in heaven i guess! you're so fun and excitable and i know you ALWAYS bring the party to whatever chat we have or media we obsesses over- and i love that!
@malarkgirlypop as RED
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"it feels like a perfect night to have breakfast at midnight, to fall in love with strangers- yeah we're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time, it's miserable and magical..." - "22" by taylor swift
okay i was thinking about don the whole time i made the moodboard BUT the upbeat and romantic feel of the album was what really made me choose it for you! just going out dancing and having an AMAZING time with all your friends (and maybe running into some cute guys too) all to the song of youth and fun! your optimistic spirit and hilarious commentary never fails to make me smile! so let's forget the heartbreak... it's time! (...please go dancing with me kate)
@coco-bean-1218 as FEARLESS
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"romeo save me- they're trying to tell me how to feel! this love is difficult, but it's real- don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. it's a love story, baby, just say yes!" - "love story" by taylor swift
FEARLESS! YOU ARE SO FEARLESS! first off it's the very romantic feel of the album but ALSO it reminds me of your confidence in putting yourself out there to tell your stories! then there's your ability to write romance which i am VERY jealous of (teach me your secrets please??) so it had to be a very romantic album for you! plus, i really think that gold fits you as a color in the way you SHINE! keep being your golden self and being confident in what you love!
@whollyjoly as MIDNIGHTS
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"and i miss you but i miss sparkling! best believe i'm still bejewled when i walk in the room- i can still make the whole place shimmer. they ask "do you have a man?"; i can still say "i don't remember"..." - "bejeweled" by taylor swift
i had to really think about which era to do for you, em, i feel as though you fit all of them so well! and i think that diversity is part of why i love getting to talk to you- i never know what to expect! i chose midnights because of that- it's a pop album and an edm album, a dark album and a light album all in one beautiful mix- just like you! plus, your confidence really fits the songs on the album- so i hope you know how talented you are and how amazing your writing and moodboards are! your work is like all the stars in the midnight sky- all shining so bright you can't decide which one to stare at! (though the "wonderful, wonderful" eugene roe moodboard takes the cake everytime)
@ronsparky as EVERMORE
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"everybody wonders what it would be like to love you! walk past, quick brush, i don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush. i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush..." - "gold rush" by taylor swift
okay i was really tempted to put down reputation for you but that's really just because of your speirs theme HAHA so i think the cozy vibes of evermore really work for you! it's the warm smell of pumpkins, rediscovering family secrets, and falling in love along the way! it's the mixture of softness and mystery that really fits you! i was in fact thinking about shifty as i worked on this- like hear me out, evermore and shifty powers and YOU are a match made in HEAVEN! give me all the fall vibes please
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so there's all of them! yay! i had SO MUCH FUN doing this and satisfying my need to obsess over taylor swift and my mutuals haha
to all the lovely people i didn't include, i still think you're all AMAZING and love getting to talk and engage with you! who knows, maybe i'll do a part two soon... ;)
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kurisus · 1 year
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Chapter 103 thoughts
Short chapter but things won't stop Happening, so! Spoilers under the cut.
Kazuma still has his past on the brain, as expected. I've seen a lot of strife about whether he's dead, so let me offer my input:
He's not dead. Yet! When he talked about returning home, he answered Bishamon's call and went to her. I think if he'd died, there'd be a LOT more blood and Yato would be a LOT more upset. As it was, he was just like :( and when Mizuchi started yelling at him he was like "fine, let me die" which is not really what I'd expect if he'd just lost his shinki. After all, he's insisted he won't actually let Kazuma die, but rather, take advantage of his willingness to die.
If Kazuma had died, he'd be swearing revenge, or trying to go after Mizuchi, or doing anything than passively laying down and waiting for the sweet embrace of the void.
Anyway, the visual effects when Kazuma disappeared look like the effects of someone going from near shore to far shore (chapter 16). When shinki die, there's a lot more blood (chapter 55). Food for thought.
We haven't seen Kazuma smile in soooooooo long. But at what cost?
However, my #1 guess is Kazuma went to Bishamon, still affected by GGS. So that could spread to Kuraha. I hope Bisha helps him get a grip before he accidentally kills everyone. Wouldn't be the first time!
Basically, he's off the hook for now, but I'm not ruling out Kazubisha pain in the next couple chapters.
Haha. Mizuchi telling Yato she wishes he would die, and him being like "yeah I should." Sir. Sir please stop talking like that. Sir you need to go home to Hiyori and Yukine without losing your memories PLEASE KNOCK IT OFF.
So, as to why Hiyori can't smell Yato's scent, I have two guesses: The first is he left with Kazuma to reconvene with Bishamon and figure that out (unlikely, since he didn't have a shrine on him and was not near one of Bishamon's, as far as has been mentioned). The second guess is that she's distant enough from the far shore to have lost her ability to sniff him out. I don't recall if we've had Hiyori searching for Yato's smell in her body before, but I feel like she could? So that's a fun possibility, if true.
The panel of Father taking people away was so nice it stole my breath.
This Hiyori bit does serve as a nice segue to Father, who's back in Yomi and trying to find a way back while "that person" still breathes. Yato? Or Hiyori? The gravekeeper?
It's looking increasingly likely that while Father's time as Fujisaki is done, he's planning to reincarnate in another body. Will he be able to, using the gravekeeper or one of our two heroes? Or is this really the end?
Either way, I expect next chapter to contain another flashback of Father's time in Yomi--perhaps his first death--so I don't anticipate an answer soon. All my braincells will be devoted to deciphering That mess.
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wawamouse · 1 month
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Oz Rewatch 3: S2E08: Escape From Oz
I accidentally started season s6e8 when we sat down to continue the watch today. While we were watching the opening titles, Sister and I started discussing a Butt that showed up. Sister wondered if we would be seeing that butt in this episode and I tried to remember if there would be any. Chris Keller, maybe? I recalled that he was getting out of Solitary this episodes—but no, the episode where he pees in a bucket is not this one. In the back of my mind, I sort of recognised The Butt in question as Miguel’s from when he was jerking off in solitary and then I got confused, because he isn’t in Solitary yet. Was the Miguel Butt was from season 3 and not season 4 like I thought? Had they filmed a season in advance and used future season footage for the opening titles, and I just hadn't noticed before? NOPE!
I didn’t realise that I’d started the wrong episode until Jahfree Neema crossed the screen. Then I was like OH NO. Funnily, though, I guess Augustus Hill being at the beginning of that season 6 episode will lull Sister into a false sense of security when it comes to his death in season 5.
Anyway, a lot happens in this episode, and I feel like all of it is pretty interesting. We see three deaths, Sippel got nailed to the floor, and Toby got all his limbs broken. Even though I maintain that Said refusing his pardon is soooooooo dumb on a practical level, it was kinda fierce in a stupid way and it's a funny way for him to cap off his failed efforts all season. I remember a couple episodes back, I said that I couldn't remember what all his unfruitful projects were building toward... Well, it was that, LOL! Overall, I think season 2 had a strong beginning as well as a strong end!
Storylines:
Rebadow and Busmalis’s tunnel is found out by the two nazis, who subsequently
(mini) Augustus continues to contemplate escape; Poet comes to work at morgue
Sippel returns to work at the prison, gets attacked by Schilinger
(Mini) Shirley and Gloria
Miguel takes Rivera’s eyes out
Chris gets out of Solitary and breaks all of Toby’s limbs
Adebisi connects with Jara; Jara dies
Said and McManus talk about Said’s regrets; Said is offered clemency for Ramadan and refuses
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Sister, about Metzger just openly having a white supremacist tattoo: Whaaaaaaaat?
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Sister: Ohhhh they’re so stupid! What if they die, Wawa?! You can’t get a crane down there! There’s gonna be dead bodies! (pulling blanket over her head) It’s gonna stink under the floors! Oh NOOO!
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Sister: I wonder how they got the bodies out…
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This is not the only time Poet talks about being a girl with Augustus. Hm. The misogyny?
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Sister: That’s a terrible plan. I don’t think he was even listening to that plan. I think he was just staring at Augustus.
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Me: I feel like Mukada’s office isn’t messy any other time we see it in the show…. Sister: Maybe he trashed it beforehand so it wouldn’t be so awkward when he said it was such a mess.
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Sister: They look exactly the same 😭
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Sister: I don’t know. I just find this sort of moral conundrum stuff tiring. Like, take a look around. It ain’t like they’re at an Applebees, so why is she always randomly judging people? Like, umm, ma'am? This is a prison.
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Sister: I would have preferred to see more butts, Wawa. This episode has too much blood… Although, couldn’t they just put his eyes back in? If you get your dick cut off, you can put it back on. Me: I mean, you could probably pop ‘em back in, but if the optic nerve is severed, I guess it'd be hard to reconnect them. Sister: That’s probably why they didn’t show it happening… Because it’d be too easy to laugh at how ridiculous it is that Miguel managed to pop out both eyes while also keeping him quiet... He'd have to pin him down or get his hands controlled and then make sure he wasn't screaming the whole time... How would he even do that? He'd have to be sitting thighs to eyes. Me: Thighs to... huh? Sister: He'd have to have been sitting on the hack's neck or something so he wouldn't be able to kick him off or use leverage to throw him off while he dug those suckers out. Thighs to eyes. Me: I think he just stabbed him in the eyes a couple times and pulverised them into jelly. I don't think he actually took the time to neatly cut the eyeballs out...
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Sister: Why are they keeping him in this sad place? They aren’t equipped for this.
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Sister: Alvarez? Gloria: I found a prisoner with the same blood type. [sighs] Ryan O'Reily. Sister: Aw :( Me: ...If Oz has a prison population of 1400-1700 prisoners, is it really that likely that O'Reily and Rivera are the ONLY people with AB negative? Why didn’t they look for anyone with O negative?? Dumb. Sister: That’s why she’s a doctor at a prison, I guess. Wait, they're so dumb. They didn’t even bother searching for A negative or B negative… Oh no! Dumb! I think they googled ‘what is the rarest blood type to have’ but didn’t check which one is the hardest to receive for… 😭😭😭 They should’ve made him O negative or something… So dumb... Maybe she’s in on the assassination plot. The blood bank is "empty"? Sure... She’s just making shit up.
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Sister: … I mean, I guess this gives him some leverage but I feel like it would’ve been more poetic if it was Alvarez. Now I gotta put up with this bullshit tension.
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Me: He kinda sounds like Tim Roth when he has an American accent right now. Sister: Who’s that? Me: Guildenstern. Sister: I thought he was Rosencrantz. Me: No, he’s Guildenstern. Didn’t I say that? Sister: Who’s Rosencrantz?
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Sister: (nervous silence)(convincing herself) …I feel like I saw him in a later season so I have no concerns. As his guardian angel, I shall watch him through this.
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Sister: Nope! Nope! Gloria: Yeah. Sister: Nope!
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Sister: What’d he say? My ears just sort of closed when he started talking. The nazi looks so pale in this scene, like a vampire.
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Sister: He’s showing his boobs to his ancestors… (nervously) And his other stuff? I don’t wanna see that. Ok, whew.
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Sister: …Letting prisoners out?
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Sister: It’s kind of bullshit for him to decide not to leave, because what about all the people who’ve been working on the outside trying to get him out so he can be a community leader? (At Said) Are you dumb? That’s not a sick burn, sir. You’re supposed to own him and then LEAVE.
Stray thoughts:
Sister: I feel like they should just stop letting blonde people be guards
“Boobies!” count this episode: 1
Sister called Toby seething in the hospital “Angry Michelin Man”
When I was screencapping for this write-up, my sister walked into the room behind me as I was screencapping Gloria talking about the blood types. Sister, cackling as she walked away again: "Oh, the stupidity! She shall never live this down! I will remember it in everything else she does!"
“He’s a dumbass. Trick him!” —Sister about Kenny
Arif telling Bismilla "it's all about Said" looks like that Draymond Green/Kevin Durant meme...
Sister: everyone’s story line had someone who got maimed or died, except Said, who maimed himself.
I’m sure this is something literally no one else would have picked up on, but Chico wears 3 different outfits in this episode.
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skayafair · 1 year
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Names, Legends and Archetypes
Since it’s theories day, I’ll write another long-awaiting post.
So far names seem to be important/have meaning.
- Faroe - as was noted here, she’s named after the Isle of Sheep. This made me think about her role as ‘sacrificial lamb’: while she had to die, she still has an immense impact on Arthur and, thus, everything that’s goin on. The parellel with Addison only added to this impression.
- Kellin told about his name himself
- John Doe as a name speaks for itself and has so many connotations within the plot that I won’t even dig into this, there’s going to be a wall of text and this post isn’t about it. In short, I see it as a blank slate for the piece of entity to begin his journey to becoming someone of his own design. Plus, John seems to have a fixation on names.
- Someone here (forgive me I didn’t reblog and can’t find the post now) noticed Andrew Larson’s initials coincide with Arthur Lester’s - plot mirrors and parallels, we get it. I wonder if Jack Larson’s name has any meaning to it as well.
- There’s also Bella and I have a feeling it’s just the first name to hop into one’s mind to define some not-very-important female figure - she’s a woman, women are associated with beauty, let it be “Bella”. Maybe I’m wrong, it’s just a feeling.
And now we’re getting to the main star - Arthur.
First I’ll have to remind about one short episode 20 part when Kayne (who seems to be my main starting point for all the theories since he’s the only one who seems to actually know something) called Hastur “once and future king”.
This scratched my ears when I heard it because I never encountered the King in Yellow being referred this way before. This title exists, but it isn’t his.
Kayne MIGHT have been saying this just for the drama, this is always an option.
Except.
The actual “once and future king”’s name is Arthur Pendragon from british legends.
Soooooooo.
I like the idea that Lester and John form “jester” and those two are basically a Jester archetype in this story, mocking and challenging the King, being insightful and gaining wisdom, never bowing to the challenges they face, - but I get this is rather stretched. 
But I also know there are some interesting theories circulating.
For instance, I like the idea that the King in Yellow started as a human - this would explain why John’s called “Hastur’s heart” - I mean why an eldritch entity would need a “heart” in the first place? Besides, John seems to recall being human some time in his past, although this is unclear, but it ties well with the rest. Contrary to his own words, he didn’t learn everything from Arthur or their time together: e.g., it was John’s own initiative to stop by the car and go search for the child, and they’ve been together for less than a day by then. No one changes this fast, so I believe John has always had compassion in him - it’s another question of what to consider “humanity” and what not, but I guess within the podcast it would be considered as such, these words are often used there as synonims semantically.
So John may be Hastur’s human heart.
And the King might have been human some long time ago.
So there may either be timey-wimey and becoming the King is actually Arthur’s fate - time makes a full circle, seems fitting to “once and future king” title.
Or this is an indication of the rivalry, opposition of the two: the false King and the true future one, the Hero (which is another archetype and Arthur is striving to fit into it the whole series).
I like the 2nd option more, especially since the narration keeps mocking Arthur for his vanity time and again (reciting Invictus and giving up his principles a few episodes later, really now), so he’s never actually a Hero, he’s unfit for the title to begin with, but it’s exactly what makes this all interesting.
Or maybe there are other explanations (or I’m reading to much into things as usual).
The discussions are very welcome!
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yokohamabeans · 1 year
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What do you think of each of the Tokyo revengers girls? I want to hear some opinions on them (if anyone is seeing this and wants to say something about them please do! I want to hear as many opinions as i can)
Ahhhh, this was asked like months ago.... I'm so sorry to take so long to get to it....! I hope you've been well since!!
In general, I think Wakui has tried his best to portray the TR girls as strong and in the best light he can, but of course if you are to compare it against other works with really good, strong and driven female characters, it may seem to fall short. I personally like all of the female characters in TR though, and think that Wakui could have done a lot more with them! (well, this actually goes for a lot of his other male characters too...)
Hina: Shows her strength by being Takemichi's anchor, voice of reason and unwavering source of courage, imo! I like her, but in a pretty neutral way. I just think her relationship with Takemichi is really unfair against her... If you think about it, she spends most of her time with the 'other Takemichi' who we all know is not the Takemichi she fell for. That's.... rough..... And when the 'real Takemichi' finally time-leaped back to her, he straight up left her right before their wedding to die...... (I'm talking about the Bonten Timeline, of course). IMO: GIRL YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!!
Yuzuha: She's actually WAY WAY WAY stronger than most of the male characters!!! She's a bad boss bitch that's what she is!! This is a girl who has endured years of abuse from her brother so that she can be strong for her other brother..... She was even prepared to kill and go to jail for him!!! The fandom doesn't appreciate you enough, Yuzuha.....
Senju: A physical representation of strength for the TR girls!! I think she has a lot more potential and could have received soooooooo much more development as a character. She's a high school kid, traumatised by a childhood incident which she has been struggling with every day of her life, and leading an actual gang of older men. Boss bitch behaviour, but Wakui should've shown us more of it!! I also WISH Wakui had drawn her beefier and more muscular.... as she should be...........
Emma: Hina has heart, Yuzuha has strength and Senju has power, and even though it doesn't seem to be directly portrayed as such, I think Emma has the brains. Hear me out: this girl is really perceptive and emotionally in tune with others. A girl of high EQ. I'm sure Draken looks towards her for advice (Mikey too, though it may be harder for him to admit)
I must say that Wakui's portrayal of girls is a little 'traditional' and kinda 'black and white', and 'good or bad', in the sense that they don't really have many moral and psychological grey zones. Yuzuha comes the closest to it, though. Then again, his manga has always been about the fellas, so I guess that's why he doesn't focus on them much?
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wrathbites · 9 months
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Wrath!! It’s Blursday!! 🖤💜
You’ve given your characters the dreaded IKEA divorcemaker: the LIATORP TV storage combination. Obviously, this is no two-man job; no, with its 30+ page instruction manual, we’ve got all hands on deck for this one!
Who’s:
Tossing the instructions aside and diving straight in
Actually reading the instructions and making sure they have all the parts and tools
Gets the “most important job”: holding the hammer until it’s needed and not touching ANYTHING ELSE OH MY GOD
Providing snacks, drinks, moral support, and has a therapist on speed dial
Just here to take directions
Already has the bookshelf built, was this supposed to be hard?
Okay so to start this off, can you just IMAGINE this like. Rhys and Kaidan must surely place this order in a moment of madness and online and just like. Die a little inside when it arrives in so many boxes. What do you mean there're more??? RIP their living room I guess. Time to bring in the big guns (we miss you! C'mon over to earth and enjoy the fresh air with us! Please don't trample the flowerbeds or shoot the birds):
Garrus is tossing the instructions aside. This is easy, this is for kids, he's kept the Normandy's weaponry in tip-top shape, how hard can it be? Upon being brained by a shelf, he realises two things: it is indeed hard (on the noggin), and fiddly. Humans and their weird five-fingered hands, man.
Zaeed is actually reading the instructions and making sure they have everything. "What the fuck d'you mean you don't have a drill?! Who doesn't have a drill? That's a goddamn crime, Shepard." They do, actually! But it's in the shed. And there's sunlight. And they're both vampires soooooooo...
Rhys is tasked with holding a hammer at most and nothing else. Don't go anywhere near the assembly. Don't even look at it. Don't so much as sneeze in its direction or I'll stake you where you stand, fucker.
Kaidan is providing snacks and drinks. All of them. Everything. The disaster in the living room is only rivalled by the chaos in the kitchen because he's cooking up a storm. He is being useful. He doesn't trust his strength yet (new vampire!) and he'd rather not wind up with a pile of splinters resulting from so many credits poorly spent. Nobody's complaining, since the vampire couple already planned ahead and stocked up to meet everyone's dietary requirements.
Wrex is just here to take directions and hold shit up. "Sure, sure, take your time, I've got a few centuries left in me to support you in your time of need. Weaklings."
Tali already has the bookshelf built. She's already puzzled her way through the best route of assembling this monstrosity. She's a master crafter and tinkerer and you're all in her way and better fucking move as of yesterday. Take a step closer at your shocking peril, with two drones bobbing around to ensure she's given space to do her thing (Kal'Reegar is the sole exception, since he's perfect as her working shadow).
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dantaliones · 5 months
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tmfu tv :))?
The first character I first fell in love with: napoleon! i read the books before i watched the show and book napoleon is soooooooo. punchable. i adore him.
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: tbh there’s only really three recurring characters and i love them all like family. i would die for waverly.
The character everyone else loves that I don’t: i’ve never watched girl from uncle so i guess april and mark! but only because ive never met them.
The character I love that everyone else hates: napoleon’s secret hidden wife from The Final Affair
The character I used to love but don’t any longer: alas, i still love them all.
The character I would totally smooch: illya! i like smart guys.
The character I’d want to be like: i do not aspire to be like any of these stupid men 🤣
The character I’d slap: napoleon. he deserves it.
A pairing that I love: oh, you know :)
A pairing that I despise: i dont really mind any tmfu tv pairings but i have a pet hatred for the solo/illya/gaby ship from the 2015 movie. i hate the movie soooo much.
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mikeyelistsukasa · 2 years
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HELLO
SO
May I request a Hanakou oneshot where Hanako feels insecure about being Kou's boyfriend, thinking he can get something much better so Kou comforts him??
Thank u 🤭
Ah cat ofc
My first hanakou writing (took me while to make that ugly banner)
Daily hanakou🧡❤️
Insecure hanako!
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It was a basic day hanako said to himself
Exept he is all alone
In the bathroom
Waiting for the the next day to start so he can see his boyfriend kou again
For some reason this time it felt like a WEEK has passed and not 4hours
So he decided to go take a walk at the garden to clear off his mind
While he was outside he was not able to think straight because all he could think of is kou
He barely started to visit for cleaning duty with yashiro
Because he was too busy hanging with another ghost
Or sometimes he leaves earlier with yashiro to go somewhere fun
He mumbled to himself.
„Ofcourse. Whats so fun in hanging out at school“
Was he not good enough?,was he getting boring? He hopes that this isn’t the case
He wished that he could also go outside with them. To the beach.park.Restaurants.
But he just HAD to be cursed by not being able to leave the school
He didn’t even realize that the sun is starting to rise
He was too deep in his awful thoughts
But after snapping out of it he went back to the school into the girls bathroom
„4 more hours“
It’s Friday so they had a short day today
Just as all the kids started to enter the school he was on his way to greet both of them
He didn’t see yashiro „probably is late“ he thought to himself
But then his eyes landed on kou
He was about to approach him until he saw him
Mitsuba. One of kou‘s friends
Guess he was faster than him..
Not wanting to „disturb“ these two he decided that he should go.
„2 more hours….should i?“
He was unsure if he should go visit kou
He did miss him so he went
„You’ve got to be kidding me“
Why is He there again.
He is so damn CLINGY
He didn’t try to make a move on kou though right?
A small panic ran through his mind
And without thinking straight he just went up to these two
They both look at hanako
„Oh hanako! How are you? Ive missed you!“
Mitsuba just stayed quiet not wanting to say anything to the other ghost
Missed him huh? If he really did then he wouldn’t have avoided him so much
„Uhm yeah hey kou.im ok.ive missed you too„
„Oh by the way is it okay if we won’t do the cleaning duty today? Me and yashiro promised to meet up at her place today“
Again?.
How long will this all keep going?!!?
„Ah well can’t you like dunno skip it on another day? You know its very VEEERRRY lonely being allllll alone here~“
„Oh come on you wont die from boredom. And besides its pretty important to me.“
„Fine fine. I have to talk to you later anyway. So I’ll see you at lunch“
„A-actually i promised to go take pictures with mitsuba at lunchtime“
Hearing that made hanako snap on the inside
He quickly turned around to the pink ghost giving him a death glare
„Is that so?…“
„I-I UHM ACTUALLY HAVE SOME THINGS TO DO dont hurt me SO SORRY KOU WE CANT MEET UP UHM BYE“
This sudden reaction made kou startle a little
„uhm bye? See you.“
„Soooooooo still busy?????“
„Well not anymore hah“
„GREAT“
He hugged kou tightly happy that he can spend time with him
This made kou blush a little by his sudden hug but he still hugged back
„Can you let go? People are starting to look weirdly at me“
„Just five more minutes❤️“
As expected kou went to the bathroom to meet up with hanako
Just as he entered he was already greeted with a kiss on his cheek
„Hahha you should’ve seen your face!“
He was right kou‘s face looked super funny. He was red like a tomato!
„YOU DAMN BASTARDS THATS CHEATING“
„Nope. No it wasn’t ~“
Kou just mumbled some light hearted curse words while hanako was laughing
„ hahahh…ah Ive missed this“
„What do you mean by that?“
Crap
Hanako frowned and took kou‘s hand
„Listen this might sound selfish from me but…“
Kou was feeling intense at this moment
„I’ve been feeling as if im not good enough for you“
Ok help the poor boy he is about to have a Heart attack
„Maybe you should find someone e-„
Kou quickly grabbed hanako‘s other hand
„DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT“
Hanako was taken back by his sudden rising voice
„Hanako.you mean a lot to me.i don’t know what made you feel that you aren’t good enough but i will do my best to make you never EVER feel like that“
These words almost made hanako tear up
„Its just. Why would you be with someone who can’t even leave the school“
Kou just suddenly hugged hanako
„I understand what you mean.mitsuba also told me how much this suck-…no this is isnt about him right now.“
He pushed hanako slightly to look him in the eyes
„always stuck to the school or not.i dont care.ghost or human.i dont care. Ive fallen for your personality.and all the adventures we’ve had“
„I love you and only you hanako“
Hanako was speechless
„He just hugged him back but this time more tightly
„I know idiot.i love you too“
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cassthecringe · 1 year
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People out here forget that while Kak was Joot’s foil, Araki said that Pol was the one that had a personality opposite to Joot. They were friends no doubt but they don’t even really directly interact or spend time together alone until the Egypt arc where Kak is in the hospital and Avdol is otherwise preoccupied. Guess there’s the D13 arc but again. Avdol is gone and Kak is well... I’ll never forget Joot’s first gut reaction to Pol being to tell him to shut up and go away. So funny. Love Pol but he’s only thought of as the main Jobro because of his screen time.
NO SEE YOU GET IT EXACTLY AUGHGHGH. it's totally the screentime thing too that makes people go "hur hur no polnareff is the jobro" like no nosnssjsnk; FUCKING. "JOBRO" HAS AN ACTUAL DEFINITION OKAY THE "JOBRO" IS A CHARACTER ARCHETYPE IN JOJO THAT HAS SPECIFIC QUALITIES ASSOCIATED WITH IT AND POLNAREFF DOESN'T FUCKING MEET THOSE!!! BUT KAKYOIN AND AVODL DO SO FUCK OFFFFFFFF
it's such a stupid thing to get so mad about but i get SOOOOOOOO pissed when people overlook polnareff and avdol's friendship and/or kakyoin and jotaro's friendship to say POLNAREFF AND JOTARO ARE BEST FRIENDS???? like dont get me wrong and like you outline here, yes, they are friends, they care about each other very much, jotaro was prepared to die rather than hurt polnareff and polnareff was ready to kill for jotaro when he thinks he stumbles upon dio and jotaro's dead body, like they LOVE each other do not get me wrong, but BOTH were closer with OTHERS FIRST IS ALL because the OTHERS weren't their POLAR OPPOSITE. not even joseph to jotaro or kakyoin to polnareff. like jotaro literally asks for joseph instead of polnareff's help when he's stabbed in the anubis arc like lmfao he loves polnareff but he trusts others more because they're CLOSER. fucking hell. i get into such a state about this
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sochilll · 1 year
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October 25 - Sweater
Day 24 Day 26 All Days (Prompt list)
Jared was straight. Jared was soooooooo straight. Jared loved women. He’d never even seen a man before.
The manifestations weren’t working. He was still gay. And Evan was wearing a sweater that was just a little too big on him and his collar bones were exposed and he kept having to push the sleeves up and Jesus Christ Jared was going to go insane.
“Why do you even have that?” Jared said, with way too much accusation in his voice.
“Huh?” Evan frowned.
“The sweater. It’s like eight sizes too big on you.”
“Oh.” Evan looked down. “It’s warm. And comfy.” He eyed Jared. “Why do you care?”
Jared shrugged and stared at his phone. “It’s just really baggy.”
“You wear baggy sweaters all the time.” Evan pointed out, pushing his sleeves up.
“Yeah well.” Jared said.
They fell into silence again. Evan was on his phone. He leaned his cheek on his hand which had disappeared inside his sweater sleeve.
Cute was not a word Jared used very often. But there was really no other word he could use to describe Evan currently. He was cute. Jared wanted to die.
“Why are you glaring at me?” Evan asked.
Jared blinked. He hadn’t realized he had been staring at all. “Sorry. Zoning out.”
“You looked very angry.”
“Maybe I am.” Jared grumbled.
“Mhm.” Evan leaned back on his hands. “You seem like you’re having… a not good day. I can go if you want.”
Now that was an offer. Freedom from this unique torture of looking at a cute boy.
“You don’t have to.” Jared heard himself saying.
“Okay.” Evan tilted his head. A few of his curls flopped over. “Are you like… okay though?”
No. Very much not. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
Absolutely not. “Yes.”
“Okay you just seem-“
“It’s you and that stupid fucking sweater!” Jared blurted.
Evan frowned. “It’s… what?” He was utterly confused. Fair. “Why is my sweater making you that angry?”
“I’m not angry. I’m just-it’s just-“ No. No. No. No. He was not going to say it. “It’s just that-you just look cute in it!”
Fuck.
Evan stared at him.
Jared wished he’d taken Evan up on his offer to leave.
“Did you just call me cute?”
“No.” Jared lied. If Evan was going to ask stupid questions, Jared was going to tell stupid lies.
“I’m pretty sure you did.”
Jared was staring at his phone but he could feel Evan’s eyes on him. “I think you misheard me.”
“You don’t have to get all weird about it.” Evan said, smile clear in his voice. “It’s not a big deal. I know you’re gay. So it’s like normal-like I get it. If sometimes you think I look good.”
Evan was being surprisingly calm about this. Actually, like, concerningly calm. Jared looked up. Ah, there it was. Evan was furiously picking at his hands under the table.
Jared stretched his leg out under the coffee table and kicked Evan’s his foot. “You don’t be weird about it.”
“I’m not.” Evan mumbled, still picking.
Jared slouched against the couch. “I’m not gonna like… do anything.”
“What?”
“I know you’re straight. I’m not trying to like-like I’m not gonna-“
“It’s not that.” Evan said quickly. “That’s not-I wouldn’t ever think-I wasn’t worried about that.” The picking returned. “I just… no one’s ever called me cute straight to my face before.” He smiled a little. “Or yelled it at me.”
“Oh.”
“It’s stressful. Especially when it’s someone,” The rest of Evan’s sentence was mumbled too bad to comprehend.
“Someone what?”
Evan let out a breath. “When it’s someone I also think… is cute.”
Jared tried to respond to that but he couldn’t think of a single god damn thing to say. He started about ten sentences in his head before ending up with, “You’re straight though.”
Evan looked up, smiling a tiny bit. “I’m not.”
“What?” Jared slapped his hand on the table. “Since-for how long?”
Evan snorted. “Since for about a year.” He shrugged. “That’s how long I’ve known anyway.”
“So you’re…”
“Bi. I think.”
“So you’re bi and you think I’m cute. And I’m gay and I think you’re cute.”
Evan nodded. “Guess so.”
“Okay. So why are we not making out?”
Evan flushed violently. “Because you don’t like me as a person the way I like you as a person.”
“That’s not-wait what?” Jared frowned. “I’m sorry did you just admit you like me? And then say the only reason we’re not dating is because you think I don’t like you?”
“Sort of, yeah.”
“You’re so stupid holy shit.” Jared laughed. “Bring your stupid sweater over here.”
“What? Why?”
“Oh my god.” Jared crawled around the table. “You’re the only person who can completely derail my brain just by wearing a stupid god damn sweater.” He said and then he kissed Evan.
Evan was smiling when Jared finally released him. His face was red and he hid it with his sweater paws.
Jared tugged his hands down. “Cute.” He said and the pulled Evan in again.
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my-lunaberg · 1 year
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Thinkin about how Dream said something about him and Tommy studying death together after his ressurection and like, clearly the implication here is that Dream wants to live with Tommy forever and for some reason that made my brain go "ohhhhhh but wouldnt that mean Dream would have to teach Tommy how to resurrect people" and that kinda made me think about Dreams character and if he would ever trust anyone with that knowledge, including Tommy, even if he thought he had him completely under his control and then that made think about if he even has a reason to
Because like, Dream is pretty powerful and skilled, theres a reason it took so long for him lose any of his lives, and the only reasons he would need an accomplice to revive him (that I can think of rn) are: he would be weaker and more vulnerable after escaping the prison and you can still die of old age in this world. Now, we know you can have heartattacks or strokes or other physical conditions that can cost you a canon life, but as of now, I dont anything has been said about ageing on the smp. Theres Philza whos like centuries old and the implication is that hes basically immortal and cant die of old age bc he still has that last canon life, but like, does that apply to everyone or does he just get special treatment because hes married to Death. Like, she looked at her husband and went "well, youre supposed to die at this point but you seem to really enjoy being alive and you havent lost all your canon lives yet soooooooo I guess I could let you live on until you lose those too instead of making you die of old age like I usually would rn" idk
Back to Dream though, I feel like that kinda depends on if Dream is like, afraid of death and would rather just be brought back a bunch of times and be immortal. He seems to have a god complex and clearly feels very entitled to be the sole "owner" of "his" world so I would imagine that he wouldnt want to die ever but he also has A Thing with control so I could imagine him being fine with death, including his own, as long as he gets to control every aspect of it. Idk just some stuff thats bouncin around in my brain
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