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leiazsolo · 1 month

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Regarding Tommy (AKA Stop hating him for the “Begins” episodes)

So I’ve been seeing a TON of hate for Tommy specifically because of his behaviour in the ‘Begins’ episodes and how he “shouldn’t be forgiven” so I’m getting fed up and decided to to a TIMELINE of Tommy & why we don’t need to be spoon fed his ‘redemption’ because we saw it across 10-ish years of flashbacks in the Begins episodes and can learn to understand that some stuff can just be implied with storytelling rather than treating the audience like babies and spelling it out for them. I will be starting with his first chronological appearance NOT his first on-screen appearance.

Starting Approx. 2005-2006 2x12 “Chimney Begins” now I’m not sure exactly what dates the episode here but google tells me it’s set around here, If I’m wrong let me know.

This was the big episode of Tommy being an asshole, I will not deny he was an asshole. He was one of the primary assholes of this episode along with the old captain. Let’s look at this episode with what we know about Tommy now, not what we knew then.

Tommy was a closeted gay man in a male-led, white-led field (presumably gay, we haven’t had his label yet) working under a captain we know is Homophobic, Sexist, and Racist. He also was a white man in a white male field back in 2005, prejudice was still a huge thing in 2005 (and still is but we’re not here to talk about that) and this episode shows this well, because it had to fit with the ‘times’. Tommy was an aggressor to begin with Im not going to deny this, but do you know who was also there, standing by and watching the rest of the 118 treat Chimney like shit for MONTHS? Eli! Yes lovey Eli who eventually helped get Chim into the field and let him stay with him in Boston. Yes he ended up being a good guy, but that doesn’t excuse the months he spent staying quiet watching the 118 mistreat Chim. You’ll see this theme pop up again later, funnily enough. Eventually we see Tommy and Chim become civil, after Chimney saves his life. He goes on to befriend Chimney, telling him his favourite movie is Love Actually (that’s fruity) amongst other things.

Fast forward to somewhere between 2009-2010 2x09 “Hen Begins” aka the next time we see Tommy chronologically and the first time we meet him in the show. We know a rough timeline as Sal says his girlfriend took him to see the new Twilight movie, and they reference the Edward vs Jacob, which means it’s most likely New Moon or Eclipse as that was more heavily a marketing thing for those two than the first one. This is also the first time Tommy is implied to be gay (He doesn’t deny the accusation and instead jokes about kissing Sal/Chimney) Now at this point in time I know this probably was not planned, but is something to look back at.

Tommy is this episode steps back from being an aggressor, he is still working under Gerrard and still closeted. He is still a part of the problem, but other than being present in the episode and in the scenes where Sal and Gerrard acted as aggressors, he didn’t actually contribute verbally to the mistreatment of Hen. The primary aggressor for Hen was Gerrard and remained to be Gerrard throughout the episode even when her co-workers saw her doing good things. And going back to Eli in Chimneys episode, guess who was also a bystander to Hens mistreatment, filling a similar role to Hen that Eli filled? CHIMNEY. He stood back for also presumably months, didn’t defend Hen against their co-workers, and just let what happened to him happen to her. Then, at the end of the episode it’s revealed multiple members of her team submitted complaints against their captain for the mistreatment of Hen, I’m willing to bet that he was one of those people, him, Chim, and even potentially Sal as he was less of an ass by the end. By the end of her episode we know they are now friendly at work and he thinks she’s a good firefighter.

Skip forward to 2014-ish, 2x16 “Bobby Begins Again.” We immediately see the team meshing, Chim, Hen, Tommy, and even Sal. 9 Years have passed since he met Chimney, and 4-ish since Hen and it’s implied they’re a friendly unit, Tommy is still closeted, and has been working under a rotating number of captains (six to be exact), but has clearly become a better, and more accepting person, the world is changing and he isn’t being held back with the times. He goes out for drinks with Hen & Chimney, laughs with them, has an overall good time being their friend and seeming enjoying working under Bobby for another 4 years, we even see them smash his face into a cake at a surprise leaving party they’ve thrown him. We know Buck took his place at the 118 which was not long before S1 began, so we’re assuming he left the 118 2017/2018.

This is the last time we see Tommy until 7x03, presumably set in 2023/2024 “Capsized”, a whole canonical 16-18 years after we first meet him, and 6 years since he left the 118. In those 6 years we know he:

A) is still friendly with Chimney, we know from 2x14 when he phones him to drop the fire retardant on the house. He is also mentioned to still be in contact in 3x16

B) Has come out/discovered his sexuality.

C) Is obviously not bigoted, or at least as much as he was back in 2005-ish.

In terms of Hen we can assume they haven’t really stayed “friends” since Tommy left, as she states in Capsized that she forgot he worked there. She worked with him for 8-ish years, I’ve worked with people for that length of time and don’t talk to them now, doesn’t mean I hate them, we just don’t really have reason to talk anymore. I just think their friendship was more a “we’re work friends” kind of relationship rather than a “we’re in each other’s lives” one, which is a completely normal and valid relationship. Whereas with Chim we know they’ve remained at least acquaintances to chat, and friends enough that Tommy would risk both his life and job to save Bobby.

At this point in the timeline it’s been approximately CANONICALLY 16-18 years since we met Tommy, and the fandom is still asking for his character to be held accountable for things he said all those years ago, when clearly in the canon of the show has been forgiven. At this point in the show I really don’t think we need to be spoonfed this narrative, it would feel clunky and weird to see an apology on screen for something that’s clearly been addressed off screen. It would frankly be a waste of the limited airtime we have this season.

I also think it’s super important to remember that Tommy wasn’t planned that far in advance, we know he was bought back by Minear because he wanted the person who was part of Bucks coming out to be someone the audience had already met before & Lou was both available and willing to do it. If they had been planning this exact storyline since season 2, maybe Tommy would have been portrayed differently, who knows.

I get we love Buddie and we want Buddie so much, I am not and never will jump ship from Buddie, I love that Tommy is Bucks first boyfriend, I just hope Eddie gets to be his last.

I’m also super glad we’re getting Bucks coming out separately from Eddies potential future coming out, I am on the (seemingly) small majority that thinks that would have been way too much to happen all at once, and also the characters deserve to have their own coming out stories not to be lumped together.

so yeah. TLDR; Tommy has evolved over 16-18 years, 10 years of which we saw across the Begins episodes, and if we want to be spoonfed his accountability for his behaviour in the begins episode, we should also be asking the same from Eli and Chim.

#Tommy Kinard #911 abc #911 season 7 #bucktommy #evan buckley #911 #9-1-1 #9 1 1 abc #buck x tommy #listen i’m just fed up bc this happens with everyone Buck or Eddie dates #if you wanna dislike bucktommy go for it i’m not saying you have to like them #or even like tommy #i’m just saying you need to just be honest about your reasons for disliking him #and you don’t have to forgive him that’s fine you do you #but you can’t act like the characters haven’t

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stardancerluv · 3 months

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The Past Follows Like Your Shadow

Part 6

Summary: It is Halloween for Gator and reader.

Notes/Warnings: 18 & Over. Oral M receiving. Harsh Language. Sexist behavior. Underage drinking (DO NOT DO THIS!) Be safe!

Monologue from film Halloween ‘78 used.

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The world of sparkling snowflakes, happiness and magic, swirled around you. The glowing keys on the laptop clicked and clacked under your fingertips. You smiled, you moved a few last words around and then one more sentence. The made the final revision to your Christmas book finished. The illustrations were so sweet and matched the magic you wanted to create on the pages.

******

“How is it out there?” She asked.

You shrugged. “Not horrible. Gonna take awhile. My aunt held onto so much stuff.”

“Take your time. The book looks great. It will be a good addition to the series.”

“Thanks Janice.” You smiled. You were lucky to have such a good agent. She encouraged your creativity.

“Let’s do a catch up lunch when you get back alright?”

You brightened. “That will be great.” You sighed. “I miss the big city.”

“Already?”

“I forgot how small this town.“

“You’ll be back and navigating through the seas of taxis and buses soon enough.”

The shrill sound of the doorbell filled the house. You rolled your eyes, before squeezing them shut. This town and the people in it had a way of interfering with things.

“Someone just rang the bell. My aunt’s only neighbor has been acting like she has been assigned to be my nanny.”

A chuckle filled your ear. “Well, someone has to make sure you eat your vegetables and drink your water.”

You both shared a chuckle, before the bell rings again.

“I better go and get that.”

“Alright! Once again, love the book. I’ll be sending the proof copy out to you asap, if you’re not back already.”

“I better be back by then.”

You pushed end and then closed the laptop. Getting up, you stretched and made your way downstairs. A tall shadow darkened the milky glass.

Fear knotted in your stomach. What if that was Roy, it suddenly dawned on you that he could show up as easily as Gator had.

Your stomach churned at the thought of him. You were adult. You didn’t have to take his shit. You gave a curt nod to yourself. Made you feel a little braver. Like the night before with two hands you pulled the door open.

You gasped. You didn’t know where to look first. Gator was lost in his own moment, his eyes narrowed as he squinted looking out at the expanse of land that encroached on your aunt’s property. He took a pull on that vape. A puff of white swirled and twirled around him. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched with sheer delight at casual manner he scratched, more like tugged at his trousers. That’s when you saw his one arm that was wrapped in a cast. Unease filled you.

“Gator!” You squeaked. “What the hell happened?” Concerned replaced the unease and your heart picked up speed.

He made a half hearted expression. “Are you not going to invite me in Tulip? So I can tell ya?” He took another pull on his vape, exhaling a large plume of white above him.

“Oh, yes of course. Come in.” You motioned him in. “Come in.” You shivered as the fingers of the autumn breeze attempted to take a hold of you.

He grimaced and walked in.

“Want me to make you some coffee?” You offered.

It was one of those old coffee makers, you’d figure it out for him. He settled faster then you expected in the living room.

You winced as you saw him flinch. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

You watched as he put too much pressure on the casted arm as he sat down.

“Nah. Just come sit beside me.” He patted a place beside him.

“Ok.” Your heart continued to pick up speed.

How did he still have this effect on you? You felt like you could just wilt at his feet. You could barely think.

The two of you played in the mud, gotten grass stains on your clothes with all the adventures you shared. A friendship starting where the memories of childhood begin. Then one day all at once, not remembering exactly how it began but passions were ignited and they were as intense as the sun’s rays on a summer day until it all shattered. When it ended, you were left broken and your entire reputation had been destroyed.

But here you were, last night the two of you had been like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t run any longer.

Trembling inside you realized that you had been merely surviving after you ran away. That no matter how you tried to forget the past or push it away, this was your destiny. This town, this man. Distantly, you felt and even saw how he was not the same man and yet you were drawn to him.

Deep down you should fight this, you had to. It was not going anywhere. He’d never divorce Mary Sue. All of this had no future. Why would put yourself through all this pain again. You didn’t think your heart could handle it.

He whistled as you drew closer, it made you blush. “Damn, how you are even prettier then when you were mine.” Once again you realized he had made his vape disappear.

“I doubt that. Alot has happened since then.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

No matter how many light, fluffy stories you wrote or how many bottles you drank; to get didn’t change how you felt. As you tucked your leg under yourself settling beside him, you were as giddy as a teenager.

“Tulip, believe me. You are still a knock out.”

These sweet words, made you bite the inside of his cheek. “So you were wrangling a bad guy?” You tried to say light heartedly. “From the looks of it, he may or may not have gotten the upper hand.”

His eyes slid your way. You felt the look. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck.

“When did you get this smart mouth?” His lips twisted.

Seeing him here. How he sat, how he spoke. It did something to you. Your mood shifted. Inwardly, you began to crave him. You remembered how much it had been fun to try this or that when the two of you explored sexual things.

You tried to look demure. You hoped he wouldn’t laugh. “Are you going to show me how to put it to better use?”

“I would love to. But are you sure?”

An air of smugness fell over his features. They only furthered the excitement you felt grow in your stomach.

“You barely could take me last night. What makes you think your mouth can handle me?”

“I can try and you can tell me all about what happened.” Just offering it, just talking to him like this and the familiar ache began grew between your legs.

He reached out with his good hand, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I knew you could be a good girl; my good girl.”

“I can be at times.”

He cupped your chin. “We’ll see. And right now, its not a good idea for you to let your smart mouth run after all I dealt with today.”

Excitement filled you. Leaning over, careful to not put any major weight on him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which he didn’t return. “I’ll make you forget all about that.” You whispered.

Silently, he opened his legs. His good hand smoothed his trousers. You noticed the holster on his thigh was empty, you looked at him. “Back in the car, can’t have you and I having an accident.”

Nodding, you continued to let your hands move higher caressing his thighs. You looked at him through your lashes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You slipped down to the floor easily finding your place between his legs.

He nodded. “Yeah but I’m enjoying the sight of you.” His lips curled. “Between my legs, is the perfect place for you.”

“I enjoy being here.” You felt good.

*****

“He was creepy as fuck. But we’ll get him. No one breaks my fucking arm.”

Your stomach churned, in a bad way. From the sounds of it, this Munch guy, had issues. He didn’t seem to care.

This was not good, his tip tickled the back of your throat. It made tears prickle your eyes. You had to distract yourself from what you heard. You worried for Gator. This man sounded more terrifying then Roy.

You hollowed your lips taking him deeper. Easily you controlled your breathing. Your brushed up against the wiry curls that nestled his base. His length, how it felt as he slid between your lips made ache and need increase between your legs.

Hearing a moan breaking his lips you glanced up at from under your lashes at him. Your excitement soaked your panties. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and his lips were parted. His breathing shallowed. The slicked back strands became unruly.

You slid him from your mouth with a pop. Still holding him. “You going to last Gator?” Your lips grazing his tip as you spoke. “Last time, you came uncontrollably on me and in my mouth.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you just sucked on his tip. You could feel as his body tightened.

“Oh, I can last tulip

His moans grew louder. You moaned yourself around his length as you felt his good hand, his fingers nestled in your hair, gently pulling.

“Even now, you are going to smart mouth me.” Glancing at him, you saw that his lids had grown heavy, his eyes half closed as they met yours. His fingers tightened making you whimper louder around his hard length.

“Do I need to shove my cock down your throat so you choke on it?” His voice had grown even raspier.

It elicited pleasure from you, making you moan at his words. They fueled you desire. You increased your pace as you bobbed up and down his length. Taking him deeper, some salvia and spit escaped your mouth, wetting the wiry dark curls.

A chuckle, came from him. “Aw, there you go. No smart words.”

His fingers caressed where they laid on your head. You pressed your thighs together. You longed to reach down and give yourself some relief. But you didn’t dare. He deserved this after what that psychopath did to him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He mumbled above you, he trembled. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you..” His words trailed off, only incoherent moans and his harsh breathing could be heard.

A soft sound escaped from you as you felt him shake before he spurting into your mouth. He was tangy and sweet. Eagerly, you took it all. You struggled a bit but managed to swallow it all.

Sighing, you say back on your ankles and licked your lips. You watched as he inhaled deeply, rapidly. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sat up a little straighter, his eyes met yours and a small smile spread across his face.

“Damn,” He licked his lips. “that felt amazing.”

You smiled, you couldn’t stop your self from wiggling where you sat under his gaze. It did little to help your ache.

“Aw, my tulip is all flushed from sucking me off.” His lips curled, as he quickly tucked away his softening member and fastened his trousers. “Aw, did sucking my cock get you all achy and needy baby?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” Desperation, cloaked your voice.

“As you should be. Come up here and straddle me.” He patted his lap.

Your legs trembled and shook as you rose. You eyed, his broken arm before looking back at him.

“I’ll manage. Now do what I said before I change my mind.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, as he swallowed. “I’m sure I have somewhere I need to be.”

You braced yourself on one of his shoulders as you straddled him.

******

You tucked yourself into the corner of the diner. You had no desire to attempt cooking. Turmoil, churned in your stomach. It had been two days since Gator had been on your doorstep and you kneeled between his legs.

Did he really have that kind of strangle hold on you, that you missed him. Seventy - two hours ago, his name would have not passed your lips and now, your body ached for him.

“Sweetie, you look like you could use some pie.” The waitress said, sweetly and placed a slice of pumpkin in front of you with a heaping of whipped cream.

You smiled up at her. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have.” Her simple act of kind really stuck you.

Her smile grew warmer. “Halloween, doesn’t have to always have tricks. Sometimes its the treats that mean the most. Now eat up dearie.”

You smiled and nodded. That’s when it hit you, that it was freaking Halloween. How had time passed and it almost slipped by you. You gobbled up the slice as you were stuck with an idea.

******

With a few ooofs and a handful of umpffffs, you carried one of the larger pumpkins from the farm stand to your car. You knew you’d find one, only had taken you about twenty minutes of driving around.

With a few muttered curses you then managed to carry it into your aunt’s house. You finally placed it on large, kitchen table. With a roll of your shoulders you went back closed the front door. A crisp breeze blew in, it sliced right through your hoodie, it made you shiver and pause.

Shoving your hands into the large pocket, you stood there at the clear night. The moon was a silver disk and the stars twinkled. It was the kind of Halloween, you would have wished for when you were younger.

Sighing you finally closed the door. Going over to your laptop, you cued up the hotspot and after a few clicks you found and rented one of your all time favorite horror movies, Halloween. The music still gave you chills when you heard it.

******

Jumping, you looked over at your window. Once again Gator’s tapping on your window.

He covered his mouth laughing. Shaking your head you went to your window. Opening it, you scowled at him.

“Scaring me again, Gator and laughing.” Huffing, you hugged yourself. “I should just let you climb back down and sneak back to your house.”

He held up a copy of Halloween and a flask. Your brow furrowed. “Isn’t that your father’s flask?”

He nodded.

You pressed your lips together.

“Mission accomplished. Now let me in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” And you stepped aside.

******

That had been the first time whiskey passed your lips. It burned and tingled. It filled the two of you with giggles.

You had thought you were so smooth pushing a towel in the gap between your bedroom door and your floor. You still could feel the relief that you had heard the floorboards creak moments before the knob turned.

Gator and scuttled under your bed. You snapped off the tv and practically leap onto your bed and under your covers before the door had opened.

Your mother’s fingers fluttered across your forehead as you pretended to be fast asleep. You had heard her worry of you being warm. That perhaps, the chill of autumn had taken ahold of you.

She lingered a little longer as she grabbed some clothes you had tossed in haste and with creaking floorboards, she left shutting the door behind her.

Gator, scrambled and pulled himself up and leaned on the edge of you bed. His elbows, dug into your blanket and mattress. That little bit and he made your bed dip.

“Boy, that was close.” He had whispered as one of his hands cradled his cheek.

“It was.” Your heart was beating hard in your chest.

******

As you grabbed grabbed one of the large spoons. You could have sworn you saw something move just beyond the kitchen window. Shaking your head you went back to the pumpkin and soon, began scooping out the seeds and stringy pumpkin bits. Wrinkling your nose, you had forgotten what the inside of a pumpkin smelled like. You went back to scooping.

Distantly, Donald Pleasance’s voice drifted over to you. Wiping your hands on the towel that sat beside the pumpkin you dashed to your laptop to watch one of your favorite scenes from the movie.

“I spent eight years trying to reach him. And then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind those boys eyes was purely and simply evil.”

The curtains became transparent as lights flickered and shone on them before the lights snapped off. You could have sworn your heard something. You stilled but swallowing you got up and crept over and peaked out from the edge of the curtain.

A chill ran down your spine as the figure drew closer. They were clad in dark clothes. You barely could make them out their form in the inky black of the night.

Spotting the mask over their face and you gasped, was that a Jack Skellington mask? You couldn’t move. You felt rooted as they walked right over to you. You attempted to back up but your feet wouldn’t move and your hand clutched at your curtain. Your heart picked up speed.

They stopped in front of you, moving their masked face which gave your even further chills they tapped the glass.

@delikaitxx @keerygal

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pippin-pippout · 5 months

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So I dragged myself kicking and screaming and, yes, mostly in denial, through the last episodes of A Journey to Love.

My thoughts can be summarized as follows:

Obviously this is mainly due to me being horrifically traumatized by Yuan Lu’s death. After all, they told us from the get go he wouldn’t live to 20. They made it clear he had a deadly heart disease. And then. They had the nerve. They had the audacity. They had the actual fucking bahoonga BALLS to follow through!?

But then I found myself sobbing at literally every good guy death scene, plus all of the mourning scenes. The latter was in large part thanks to Alen Fang's acting - deepest apologies to him for just referring to his character as 'the slutty one' for the majority of the show. Not that I was wrong. Also thanks to strong performances from He Lan Dou for Yuan Lu's death.

Anyway so I need to add this gif x4 for the Liudao Hall babies:

Qian Zhao, da ge, who made mistakes but always did right in the end

Sun Lang, who just wanted to hold something fluffy at the end, dying a hero

Yuan Lu, who died in his princess's arms after running to deliver a letter rendered useless by the Emperor of An's greed.

Yu Shisan, who lived as he lived and had such a happy moment with Chu Yue right before it all became irrevocable.

When they added Yu Shisan to the snowball fight, I just about lost it. Liu Yuning's acting there - having the realization about Shisan's death as he watched them play in real time was so well done. Really hurt.

Plus I'll make a couple of versions with edits.

For the Wu Emperor. I knew it was gonna happen from the spoilers but damn, him genuinely learning the value of friendship and brotherly love made me root for him. Dude did not deserve to go out like that. Thank goodness for the magic of CDramas where he lived just long enough to pass on his will to Ning Yuanzhou, and do one last act of good.

It also ensured Duke of Chu was able to pass on his command to his daughter, Chu Yue, before dying of the same (was not clear if her bro died or not, or if dad was always going to choose her).

And for Deng Hui. Started out thinking he was just a sexist bastard. Turns out he was one of the most principled characters in the show.

Their deaths didn't make me cry, but I respect them.

Also loved Chen Du Ling's (Empress of Wu) small part in this. I may not like all of her characters but she can deliver a scene and hold a room. It was a bit cathartic to see her put every man in their place, and basically decide the fate of two countries, even though her lament that she'd only ever have power through another held true.

Ah Ying, my baby girl. This is a character that could have turned people off from the beginning. Thanks to strong writing and stronger acting, it did not. I was super impressed with He Lan Dou. She can dial it up and dial it down in a single take, and can play big dramatic scenes with a subtlety that some older actors cannot grasp. This was the first thing I've seen her in, though for her and Chen You Wei (Yuan Lu) I might watch Tiger and Crane if someone tells me it's good.

I still think Li Tongguang is a perverted and creepy child, who never managed to learn (except in literally the last ep), but at least I trust that he will treat Ah Ying well. I don't hold it against him for screwing up the battle - he was trying to be benevolent but made a bad choice.

The main couple win it for me this year. What an inspired pairing. They beat out heavy hitters including Bai Lu x Everyone which was near impossible. Something to do with letting Liu Shi Shi use Liu Yuning's height against him at every possible moment. Also the 'if you die, I'll finish the job and then follow you' is my favorite dynamic. I swear when Ruyi threw those bombs, NOT NEEDING TO HAVING ALREADY SUCCEEDED AT KILLING THE KING AND PRINCE, just to join him, y'all I died. Good for whoever posthumously gave her the Marquis title on her own (not just furen) - couldn't tell if it was Li Tongguang acting as regent or Dayang (great shot of those two at the end).

The final episode was one of the best final cdrama episodes I've seen. I might have to make another post about that. In sum, despite losing a large portion of the well-loved cast, the remainder gave a world-class finale. The visuals were incredible (explosions are my favorite). The final scene was beautiful (though I'm a bit surprised they gave it to Chu Yue instead of Ah Ying who knew all 6 of them closely).

#a journey to love #一念关山 #yi nian guan shan #liu yuning #liu shi shi #he lan dou #alen fang #fang yilun #chen youwei #ning yuanzhou #ren ruyi #yang ying #yu shisan #yuan lu #li tongguang #qian zhao #sun lang #chu yue

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 months

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Hawkeye, 2,3,5,9 :3c

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I mean really where to begin, I could go with anything, but I'm going to highlight something I think doesn't get enough attention in fandom: I like that he's cool. Hawkeye is the big man on campus. He's popular. Guys like him, Radar looks up to him as a male role model (bad idea but also maybe good idea), women adore him, the man gets laid all the time. He's very good at his job, so he's respected professionally, but he's also well-liked. He's well-liked because he's funny, hot, friendly, and usually nice. He's also kind, but he's nice to people, too, unless he feels they've earned derision (e.g. they support the army). Hawkeye is a chad! He's also very anti-establishment. I've called him a jock before but I think he's more of a greaser. A hero to the students, despised by the principal (beloved by the cool teacher, Henry). This is a really important part of the show. If Hawkeye were an underdog outsider it wouldn't have the same impact that he hates the army so much. MASH uses his strong social position to communicate the morality of the show, which is topsy-turvy by conventional standards. He loves sex, booze, and gambling, he breaks rules and flouts authority, but he's morally right because he knows war is wrong. And through loving Hawkeye, maybe we start to think about whether sex, booze, and gambling are really so bad, whether rules shouldn't be broken sometimes, whether authority shouldn't be questioned. I like that he's the popular kid.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

This one is really hard because even the bad things make him a better character to me... I genuinely don't even mind that he's kind of sexist, like, I'd be surprised if he wasn't. I guess my least favorite thing is some of the attempts at character development... I don't mind Hawkeye being less interested in casual sex (for him as a character, I actually do kind of mind the show going that direction in the conservative 80s because nothing exists in a vacuum) but the way it's handled in Who Knew totally sucks. He says he always made sure the women he slept with knew he'd be gone if they wanted a more serious relationship... that's what you're supposed to do! That's being honest! It's okay to only want casual sex and the way it's framed suggests it's not! But I think if they'd gone the other way, and had Hawkeye actually take advantage of women by implying he was open to something more serious than he really was (as is implied early on, although there's often subtext that the nurses are just in it for fun too which softens it a lot) it would come off too gross and make him too unlikable.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Honestly the first song is Saturday in the Park by Chicago because of GFA. July 4th, 1953 was a Saturday! Required viewing courtesy of @movietonight:

Other than that... I just checked my MASH characters as Billy Joel songs post and I gave Hawkeye I Go to Extremes which makes sense. I also associate Teachers by Leonard Cohen and Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens with him.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Yes, but if we had a third roommate that person would kill us both. Our place would be disgusting, but neither one of us would get mad at the other about it because we'd both be equally responsible. We'd be complete disasters but I think we'd have fun.

#i live in a gaydhd apartment already #no one has vacuumed in months #it's fine #ty!!!

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ghostly-cabbage · 1 year

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you guys got another one to read/reread alex rider bc of ttb.

i binged the show and am on the third book. the thing is i distinctly remember the end of scorpia and beginning of ark angel (alex getting shot nearly through the heart and then trying to escape something? while in recovery) but that is the only thing i remember after the first book. but it has been something like over 10 years since i read these. speaking of: i did not know there were so many books now?! and apparently anthony is still writing new ones?! though really hoping the 2000’s mmm 😐 moments will fade as the books go on… especially the fatphobia around smithers, and the low key racist stereotypes and side comments. i was questioning myself if i was just looking too far into it thinking that mrs stellenbosch was a transphobic character until the line “she looked like a man in drag” and went yep. fuck she is. now i don’t think any of this was malicious or even on purpose but rereading books you enjoyed as a kid now as an adult really reminds you how it was in the 2000s.

but the show is good and doesn’t have those problems. however, did anyone else notice it’s all the women in special operations that are concerned about alex? obviously mrs jones but i do like her character in the show. but also it was the women in wolf’s crew that spoke up about torturing alex. the other man didn’t say anything. but overall i am appreciating more diversity.

i have so much more to say about the show and the books but i should stop rambling. anyway, ttb is sooooo good and i am eagerly awaiting the next chapter and all those to come. alex rider and danny phantom is such a niche crossover but it works! and the scp stuff? absolutely perfect. you don’t happen to have links to any other scp x dp stuff do you? art or fics.

ps. idk wtf tumblr’s spacing is doing. i’m hoping it evens out when i send this ask and you don’t have to see the large, awkward, uneven gaps between paragraphs

Heheheheh welcome back to the Alex Rider brain worms!! I myself never read the books as a kid and it was totally Fin's doing pspsps'ing kkachi and I into AR (More specifically into an AR fanfic series called of Madness and Mammals, which I read all of without any canon knowledge and it was fantastic dfghjkl After that I started reading the books and then we watched the show!)

As for the 2000's moments..... yeah unfortunately there are some stuff in the early books that aren't great. Though Fin does tell me that the later books do in fact get better about that sorta thing. (i'm still not completely caught up) Some character details just feel so mean spirited and ignorant. I think it's something that was more run of the mill back then but also a symptom of a greater problem as a whole in the "spy fiction" genre. (From what I hear a lot of the Bond books and earlier movies are just so racist and sexist etc, and I think AR was meant to be a "Bond but for tween boys")

As far as the show goes, I think it does a really great job in fixing a lot of the issues the books had, both with plot, tone, and yes the diversity! I think what you pointed out about the women in the Department being sympathetic to Alex is really interesting and I hadn't realized that until you pointed it out! I think that, while Jones and Snake are more vocally sympathetic, I do think the people in the department all care about Alex in... different ways. Wolf's aside with Jones after the K-unit interrogation in Ep two I think proves that he was just as uncomfortable as Snake. I think that her speaking out and reaffirming his own feelings was just the push he needed so say "fuck our orders". There's also the fact that, even if people in the department seem concerned, just like in the books, they still never do anything to actually stop what's happening. They care, but they more or less remain complicit. Never pushing the envelope enough to endanger their own positions even if they know how wrong using a child is. Simple answer for this being that if they did there wouldn't be a show/book series so like asdfghjkl but it's fun to Think about! 👀 I'm so glad that you're enjoying TTB! It's been such a labour of love from the three of us! When we watched the AR show finally we were honestly so shocked. AT that point we'd already started panning TTB and so we were thrilled that the show was tonally so close to what were aiming for. The AR straight up dips into horror at times and its sense of atmosphere is so top notch. When we were approaching this crossover it really was the fact that Canon AR and SCP mesh well together that makes it work so well. It's very much the glue for this crossover! That and we started off characterizing TTB!Danny using a lot of my hcs for SWWDF!Danny and so pushing that even further in the horror/SCP direction was easier than trying to use a base-canon Danny. I think that trying to crossover Canon AR with Canon DP without it just being a fun crackfic would be pretty difficult. bc lets be honest they both can be so cheesy and ridiculous (affectionate) As for knowing of more dp x scp stuff, sadly I do not : (( I know awhile back there was people making a bunch of dp x scp memes, but those don't really have much plot per se. However, maybe if anyone does know they can slap them in the replies of this or I can make a new post to put out some feelers!

#crowcroaks #Thank you sp much for this ask!#the three of us have been rubbing our little evil hands together dragging more and more people into AR #asks #my writing #ttb #Alex Rider #Alex Rider show #Alex Rider crossover fic

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lost in the forest - part 29

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Summary: Karen is getting it into her head what she must do, although she has no choice but to accept it. It seems not everyone agrees with her point of view.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 2.4k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

It’s not that she was afraid of what the man would say. Hashirama was firm that there was no other way and Madara supported him with, although sexist, very accurate comments due to the type of culture they manage. Of course, she has had her problems before regarding this, but still...

It was the only thing that could be done without breaking that diplomatic bond between both sides.

She gulps thickly. She hasn’t slept well and now, arriving that afternoon, she sees the tension in her muscles.

She snorts indignantly. Karen feels it’s unfair that they’re forcing her to put on this theatre when she didn’t ask for it, so she adjusts her best face as she enters the spot where a bitter Tobirama is waiting for them. “You shouldn’t be up,” she frowns, forgetting and holding back the information of their alleged engagement.

She doesn’t like confronting these things and it is easier to present a report to the council than to show that this affects her.

“I am stronger,” the bitter shinobi frowns to see beyond her. “Hashirama and Madara?”

“They stayed checking the road,” she shrugs gently. “Madara was going to his clan and then come for Izuna.”

“The idiot is already gone.”

“Uh... he didn’t tell.”

“No, he just left.”

“Did you let him go?”

“Yes.”

“Tobirama, he is hurt, like you. Why did you let him go?”

“We are not like you. We have different healing periods, and we were in bed long enough.”

“Seriously...” the girl huffs indignantly to look at an embarrassed Masarato ready to leave. “If you faint or your wounds open, I will rub it in your face.”

“Mph...” the man turns his eyes, not willing to look further in her direction. “How did it go?”

“Apart from the Daimyo’s flirting... good.”

“He did not do anything to you?” he asks harshly.

“No,” she sighs, not knowing how to approach this. “But it was annoying.” Better to be sincere since he’ll find out anyway.

Tobirama looks at her for a long time.

“I’m fine. Hashirama was backing me up.”

“Nothing else happened?” he says with a double tone that she doesn’t completely understand.

“No, we managed to keep the proposal to the maximum, although I had unexpected visitors.”

“...”

“Don’t worry, I took care of it. Though...” She looks around as if waiting for someone to interrupt her comment. “Something happened that involves you,” she states as if she didn’t want to. She may be an adult, but this matter is complicated to deal with.

How could she tell him that his brother practically threw him into being her fiancé just to back up a lie that they clearly must maintain?

But it had to be said. It was either her or Hashirama.

The gesture he made was funny. She would laugh if it weren’t for the fact that she felt internally insulted. She knew she wasn’t pretty, but... why was there so much hatred in his eyes?

──

She doesn’t know what has happened. Hashirama sends scrolls to the house just after she is beginning to resume her routine. The days are quiet, away from the political tension and the move. She sees how people run through the place with hustle and bustle because of the new space they will occupy as soon as everything is settled.

Numbers, contributions and contracts. Those are the ones that constantly abound.

Karen still feels that something is happening far from her ears, and she has not heard anything about her supposed marriage.

“Neesan.” A small boy who barely says a couple of words makes her focus on the present. She smiles when she sees little Matsuo extend his hand to her.

For someone who has been around for a year, he is active, intelligent and attentive.

A true prodigy.

“Hello, Matsuo,” she laughs as she turns him around. His mother still shares a funny look at the pair who meet again after a day.

“As if they haven’t seen each other for a long time,” the woman mocks, continuing with her work. Kaori comes behind while they keep packing some of the things that they will begin to accumulate far from the house. The wood is extensive, the rooms begin to empty.

And soon, Hashirama will transform all this into a lush forest.

Like a plan to erase any indication that the Senju clan was here.

She chuckles just as she puts him down and lets him play a little. “How are you doing?” she asks, sitting down to review the scrolls. Grandma Kaori sits next to her while Mikami does the same for the other.

They both have problems letting go of the past. Kaori more so, as literally her entire life was at this place.

“Many do not want to leave,” the old woman assures. “But we are willing to clear up a place for future generations.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Karen smiles, patting the old woman’s back. “I hope you can move on. I know it’s painful.”

“It is, but it is the price for the change, right?” she laughs hopefully at something that only she knows. “I knew that young Hashirama-sama would make improvements, but this... stopping the war, moving with our allies...” With a proud tone, she looks into the distance. “Their mother would be happy with what her children have achieved.”

Karen had not heard Kaori speak in that manner.

“Matsuo... he will have a good home,” the woman assures. “They have brought us together to have arrange the spaces within the blueprints of the compound,” she clumsily adds since the last words are new in her vocabulary.

“Yes, I helped a little with the original blueprint.” She admits that, although clumsily, she managed to make the base that the infamous Tobirama has improved. She knows the man and envies his ability to comprehend the little she understands of her world and architecture, and he absorbs and adapts it.

Of course, he doesn’t talk to her because of what his brother has told him. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the proposal, much less whether he is upset.

His silence is better... she doesn’t want to know part of what he thinks.

“I see... I had not seen Tobirama-sama so enthusiastic about that. He didn’t understand it at first,” she laughs amused. “He told me I could take the land next to your house.”

“Will I have a house?” said civilian blinks lost with a slight frown.

“Have they not told you?”

“I have not been summoned to see the matter,” she says because in the end, he did not worry about her.

“You have a large patio,” she says amusedly.

“Uh?”

“The young masters have many considerations for you, Karen-san. I just hope you do not abandon us,” Kaori sighs with slight suspicion. “It would be sad for both of them.”

“Mmmm...” Karen wanted to tell them that she doesn’t feel exactly that way, nor is she so sure of surviving outside considering the cons of her unfair situation by not having chakra benefits, but that was water under the bridge, and she prefers to focus on the issue of her own move.

Why haven’t they told her?

──

When she had the time to ask Hashirama, he stopped sharply in his almost empty office while he used his own magic to store things in scrolls, a unique ability that would be beneficial in her world. She always thought how useful it would be, like those capsules in the cartoons that her sister watched as a child.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter who told me. Rather, why didn’t you tell me?” she frowns lost in this whole issue. “I know I’m a civilian... an intruder in the clan.” It’s been a long time since she felt that way, but it’s the way she perceives this lack of communication.

“It’s not that.”

“Then?”

“Well... we have considered you within the main complex.”

“Oh...” she frowns at this information.

“I know we haven’t talked to you much because of bureaucratic issues and your map bases regarding your location,” the leader accepts looking at her firmly. “I just... well, I thought that wouldn’t bother you.”

“It’s not that it bothers me, but you could have told me, right?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“I know... I’ve been busy developing the first blueprint that I see Tobirama has improved to cover the spots of all the clan members, but it would be nice if you asked me. Maybe I want to be near the forest... or in the middle of the clans... or even living with Mikami-san.”

“You don’t want to be within the main clan?”

“Do I have options?”

“No,” Hashirama says quickly. He sees his mistake, scratching the back of his neck. “You know, we haven’t talked about... your engagement.”

“Uh... it’s a façade. What does that have to do with me being inside the main complex?” she frowns when her hunch indicates otherwise. “Oh...”

“The Daimyo has sent a request for the wedding.”

“Why hadn’t you told me?”

“I told him not to tell you,” someone interrupts their conversation. These stealth ninja skills are annoying when she doesn’t sense them.

“Why?”

“I wanted to talk to you about the deal.”

“Uh...” Karen blinks twice and then sighs to glare at the older Senju, who looks guilty and anxious about it. “Right... we haven’t talked about this.”

“No,” Tobirama looks at his brother. “Hashirama?”

“Within the clan, there is a tradition. The bride and groom must have an engagement party where the dowry is shown,” the elder explains. “Considering the whole move... And what’s more, the Daimyo wants to be present and give his blessing to the future married couple.”

“But it’s a façade,” Karen complains.

“Madara told you that it had to look real. You know it.”

“I had hoped it would be simpler,” the woman snorts indignantly.

“Does it bother you to marry me?” Tobirama doesn’t ask, but he almost sounds sullen. Why is he asking that question? The civilian turns to who look at her strangely.

“It’s not that. Just, taking your time without questioning yourself to put up a façade... personally, I don’t like it, Karen explains with apathy and a touch of sincerity. “What if you want to fall in love? Get married?”

“It will not happen.”

“But...”

“It is for the good of the village. I talked to Hashirama about it, and it does not matter if that ensures the well-being of our home. You already did enough supporting this dream, it is my duty... my payment to do the same for you.”

“It doesn’t seem fair to me, and you know that at the beginning it wasn’t easy for anyone,” Karen keeps up with the conversation.

“It does not bother me,” Tobirama assures. “Now... do you want to continue with this?”

Karen looks at them and sees that they expect something from her. Now she knows how Mito must feel being treated as an object of exchange. “Well... it’s not like I have other options.”

“You can refuse,” Hashirama clarifies.

“Our work will go to waste if I don’t do it. I know I won’t get rid of the Daimyo,” the civilian accepts, looking at the matter logically. “I imagine that’s why you want me to live in the main complex.”

“You will live with me,” Tobirama clarifies. “Just after the wedding.”

“Huh? ...Do we already have a wedding date?”

“After Hashirama’s.”

“Are you already going to marry Mito?” Karen looks surprised by so much information. The leader nods firmly. “Whoa... everything is going so fast,” she snorts indignantly.

“You said it... for the work we have been doing,” Hashirama looks serious about it, but firm.

“I don’t like it.”

“We do not like it,” Tobirama bites from his point. “Nevertheless, it is alright. It is just a façade, but it will have to be done well. We do not want the Daimyo to find out about our lie.”

“Will we sleep together?” she questions, making both boys start coughing quickly. “What?”

“Nothing,” Hashirama cuts off just in time for someone to interrupt their conversation. Karen sees Tobirama slightly uncomfortable with her question. She had to bring up this topic before the matter continued, because the part of telling a lie is believing it, right?

──

“I didn’t think you would accept so easily,” Karen says just when she sees Tobirama sit next to her after arriving from the meeting with Hashirama. She still feels uncomfortable with the solution, but she will work with it. The courtyard is silent and as always, the albino weighs the pros and cons in his mind.

Who would have thought that she would be playing this game with this insolent, annoying and cutting guy who, although he is not as irritating as before, does not seem as husband material, nor does she see herself as wife material.

“There is no other way.”

“Mmmm...” Karen doesn’t look further. “I’m older than you.”

“And?”

“Just, well, if you fall in love with someone, you’ll tell me, right?”

“We will be fictitious spouses,” Tobirama throws mercilessly.

“True... I just wouldn’t want to be someone else’s partner,” she winked, amused by the joke that was lost by the man’s hard blinking. “Seriously, even now you’ll be difficult.”

“I do not have to be easier,” the man frowns.

“Mmmm...” Karen glares at him to sigh. “When will you give the news?”

“After the move.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“We well not sleep together.”

“Oh, that is a relief,” the woman laughs amused, although Tobirama does not look good. “I’m sorry for getting you into this.”

“Hashirama made the lie.”

“Yes, but... if only I weren’t so...” She sighs because she doesn’t know how to explain the issue. She doesn’t feel pretty, much less attractive to be part of the harem of an irritating man.

“You are intelligent. Only a blind person would not realize that.”

“Whoa... you see the intelligence,” the girl laughs. “I hope this doesn’t get out of hand.”

Tobirama doesn’t say anything.

“Then, we well be associates, right?”

“Associates?”

“Yes. Contract partners. Without affection and only benefit.”

“...”

“Tobirama?”

“You are annoying.” He just leaves without saying anything else. Karen turns her eyes, uncomfortable with his reaction and worried about having to get married just because they have her in their eyes. ...What would her family say? What would her father say? She retracts a little more, curling up to look at the huge patio.

She wants to cry because she didn’t think it would end up like this. She knows there are worse paths, worse destinations... but she never saw herself marrying someone she doesn’t love and who is difficult to understand.

A marriage just for façade...

A/N: A short chapter to close this saga lol, and commence a new one. As you will see, things did not turn out as she thought they would. Everything has gone down a path that she did not expect, but she has to endure, remembering how weak her position and free will are.

Even so, Karen sees that this is not so bad, because Tobirama assures that he will not do anything else... everything by contract without any kind of extra.

Could it be...?

Thanks for your comments.

Author-chan out!

#lost in the forest fic #warring states period #angst #senju tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #ocs #hashirama senju #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #uchiha madara

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alivehahahafuck · 2 years

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How Cassio and Chrys Meet

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/pynthalia-tkalb/a/chrys-and-cassio-meet-plot?preview=true?

Initially meet after the war in the resturant/bar Chrys works at. Cass likes her but initially she is not interested at all. A couple days later he "bumps into her" at the library she manages. He convinces her to get a drink with her after her shift one day. He asks for only ten minutes, and she agrees. They meet for a drink and she ends up talking to him for a solid hour and a half before she checks the time and has to run home. Cass offers to walk her home, but she's cautious about fuck boys. She heads home and he stalks her on her way home to make sure she's okay (she doesn't notice because Cass is more than a professional). Somebody tries to mug her, and as Cass is about to jump into action, she procures a baton out of seemingly nowhere. With both the baton and trained fighting the guy is out in 0.2 seconds. Cassio falls a lot more in love with her in that moment. He decides that she can protect herself and he gives her the privacy to head home. The next morning Chrys heads down to the police station to give her statement and description of the guy who tried to mug her. All of the officers are seemingly busy and the receptionist informs Chrys that she can wait for an officer if she really wants, but otherwise she'll call down the Head Officer. She starts talking about how he's a decorated war veteran and Chrys automatically paints the picture of a cranky old man with bad hearing and sexist opinions. To her surprise, Cass comes sauntering out of his office and across the station. Chrys asks if thats him and the receptionist says yes and she turns around to get the fuck out of there, but she's not fast enough. Cass' swagger halts and he gets self consious (but doesn't show it) and he calls after her. He takes her back to his office and before she can give a statement he says, "I'm guessing you're here to report the [insert description here] guy who mugged you yesterday? I'm sorry, correction, *tried* to mug you. Where the hell did you learn how to fight like that?" she only respondes with "Did you follow me?!?" Ca: "I just wanted to make sure that you got home safely. You're very pretty and criminals and thugs tend to start coming out at that time of night. I would know, I used to be one. Don't worry, after I saw you kick that guys ass I turned around and left to give you privacy. I swear I don't know where you live or anything. But back to my question, where the hell did you learn to fight like that? And where did the baton come from?" Ch: "How does a criminal because Chief Officer?" Ca: "I asked you first. An answer for an answer." Ch: "I'm not from Daar, I was born and raised on Pynthalia. I was raised a Priestess of Pynthalia. They gave us a very comprehensive education including fighting and basic magic. I simply made my baton appear, and utilized it." Ca: "So you can use magic? How? What kind? You didn't put a love spell on me did you?*insert wink here*" Ch: "An answer for an answer. Go." Ca: "Yes, I was a criminal. A good one. I did everything. But, uhh, I messed up one day. I got sloppy. I was arressted, but instead of being sent to prison, they sent me to a secret government op.. It was the beginning of the war and all of the planets were sending their best candidates for an elite group of soldiers." Ch: "You were in the To'rasha weren't you." Ca: "ha. uhh. yeah. *cough* I was the Black Squadron Leader of the To'ra." Ch: "Holy shit." Ca: "Uh, a lot of unspeakable things happened between the moment I was shipped off, and the moment I was "released" five years later. But the government promised to clear my record and provide for any family while I was in service. I will get monetary compensation for the rest of my life. I actually don't have to work, but. The government turned teenagers into monster murder machines. So when we were released, we were required some level of government oversight. It varies on a case by case situation. Me working here is enough. People see me almost every day and I behave like a normal human should. The government has stepped completely off the backs of some of the others, and some people became so violent after the war they have to have two guards on them at all times." Ch: "..." Ca: "But they're all good people, we play cards every weekend. Seriously, we do! Hey, you know what, you should come play cards this weekend. You'd have to take off of work because we're traveling, but I will happily compensate you monetarily for any money lost from taking the time off. Before you answer, think about it. All you need to do is take off of work, I will handle the rest. Now. Magic. Go." Ch: "Well shit. Uhh. There's different levels and kinds of magic. I don't have natural magic but I have a predisposition to magic. So, I have to use a vessel of some kind. I can draw out magic symbols and circles, but typically I just use an object. You do not need to know what my object is. Just know that it's not crazy like putting it in my skin." Ca: "Phiel has that. They're like silver metallic veins all through his body. Astrid didn't seem to need anything. If Lyah needed a vessel, I have no idea what it is." Ch: "Wait. I'm sorry. Phiel and Lyah? Like The Chosen Phiel and Lyah? I know them. Like I actually know them. I "knew" Astrid but I was never really close to her, I don't think she registered my presence." Ca: "Well that seals it! You're coming to cards this weekend, they'll both be there!... Come on, live a little." Ch: "Alright fine." Ca: "I'm actually at the end of my shift now. I already put in the report for that guy first thing when I got here. Can I walk you home?" Ch: "Seeing as how you're probably gonna follow me anyway? Sure. But know that we have to make a pit stop at the bar and the library. If I'm coming with you this weekend, I need to make myself free, so I can "live a little"."

Cassio walks her home, making stops at the bar and the library. They chat and laugh the whole way. As they approach her building it starts pouring rain. They run to her appartment. She invites him in for a few minutes, and he sees all of the art sprawled across the walls. He asks her about it and she explains that she just paints on the side, just dabbling, it helps clear her mind. He's obsessed with it. The rain never lets up, so she invites him to stay the night **ON THE COUCH** because he lives across town and it's pouring out. They both go to sleep. When they wake up in the morning Chrys kisses Cass and he kisses back. But just one kiss, they don't take it further. That comes later.

#cassxchrys #cassioxchrys #cassio #love #thingswebecomeinthedark #thisweholdfromthelight #writing a book

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reginakhoward · 3 years

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Ex-Wives Solos:

I feel like we don’t talk enough about how the little solos each queen has sets up the sexist stereotype they are shoved into by society and then how they are broken down in their song.

“If you try to dump me, you won’t try that again” For Catherine of Aragon, it’s the petty, angry ex-wife. It reminds me of a crazy ex-girlfriend trope where the ex is basically painted as evil for trying to get revenge on her poor, nice guy ex. Then, in No Way, “Please tell me what you think I’ve done wrong... You’ve got nothing to say” totally flips the script, the audience realizes that it’s Henry that is the crazy one, trying to find all these ways to get rid of her be it sending her to a nunnery or saying she’s cursed with infertility. No Way shows us that Aragon not only has a right to be angry, but also that she has been biting her tongue this whole time to what Henry has been doing to her, in a show of restraint and strength.

“Why did I lose my head? Well, my sleeves may be green, but my lipstick’s red” makes it seem like Boleyn is using her sexuality as a weapon. Anne has been characterized this way in much of history, she is the classic “Other Woman”, the whore with “the plan to steal the man”. In DLUH, we see a different side of Anne, one where she seems a lot less calculating, more helpless and clueless. Superficially, this throws her into yet another stereotype, of the “Dumb Blonde”, so to speak. Looking deeper into the lyrics, however, a lot more is revealed. The people making many of the decisions are the men in her life. Her father tells her to get ahead. Henry pursues the relationship, breaks things off with the church, and cheats on her. Anne is subject to the environment she has been thrown into, reacting to things instead of acting a lot of the time. She “didn’t mean to hurt anyone” (although she does make many decisions that do hurt people), but pays the price of Henry’s insanity.

“Jane Seymour, the only one he truly loved” would make Seymour the “Perfect Wife”. She’s doting, she’s dutiful, in the picture perfect relationship. She has the perfect husband, she has the heir to the throne, even in death, she has the queen’s funeral (the only one out of six to receive it), and buried beside her love once he passes. However, in Heart of Stone, we see that not everything was as easy as it seemed. “You can tear me down”, “I’ll stand the test”, and the other descriptions of turmoil show that Henry was not as good to her as we’d like to believe. Although perhaps, in his own fucked up way, he did love her, he did not treat her well. Many like to say that Seymour was not abused and shouldn’t win the “competition” because she didn’t have to deal with much from him, but reading between the lines shows that she dealt with his abuses in silence. She was not weak, but she wanted so desperately to make it with him and Edward, that she stuck it through until her untimely end.

“But I didn’t look as good as I did in my pic” implies that Anna of Cleves A. believes that and B. accepts it, which is a stark contrasting point in Get Down. From the beginning of Get Down she paints the picture that while, yes, what happened to her is awful, she did not lie down and accept what Henry decided was to happen for her. She used what happened and made her life amazing, far more wonderful than it would’ve been if Henry was still involved in her life. Although historically this could be far from the truth, Six Cleves is one bad bitch flipping that rejection and making it a victory.

“Lock up your husbands, lock up your son, KHoward is here and the fun’s begun” is one of the most apparent flips once we get to AYWD. It’s carried through the song, as at first Katherine is “wanting” (don’t get me started on the statutory rape here) her encounters, but then we quickly learn the truth. She leads us to believe, like Henry believed, that she was a promiscuous woman not worthy of the throne, until we realize she was only a girl who was taken advantage of. Her stereotype is a very well-known and believed one as much as Anne Boleyn’s, so it’s refreshing and heartening to see the musical portray it in a different way for the KHoward character, and I’m so glad they did it this way.

“I’m the final wife…. I’m the survivor” For Catherine Parr, all she mentions in her intro is that she was the final wife, the one who survived, and other things to do with her being Henry’s 6th wife, or one of the Six. When we get to IDNYL, we are introduced to Catherine as a person, the things she did, the people she affected, outside of Henry. We are shown HER real story, not reliant on anyone else. Parr sets us up to believe that she was merely one of Six in order to make the reveal of her breaking off/having agency even more impactful. She went from one dimensional to 3D this way, which I think was a really cool way to segway into giving all the queens agency in the last part of the show.

Overall, I think it’s a really cool device that was used through the show, because of how rooted it is in our perceptions. Most people have a preconceived notion of these queens from their real lives and our understandings (or lack thereof) of what happened to them. For Six to break those really emphasizes how they are telling their own stories, “taking back the microphone”, and freeing themselves from abuse, which is always a story the world needs to hear. 💕

#broadway #six the musical #six #six broadway #six west end #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #catherine parr #six ex wives #six tour #six breakaway #six fanfiction #six musical #six australia #musicals

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irenedubrovna · 3 years

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A post regarding Euphoria for the benefit of myself and basically no one else

So, it really bothers me when people say Euphoria is groundbreaking, progressive media. Here’s a dissection of why I don’t think it is, because this is what I feel like doing at work:

The character of Rue is objectively great. She by far receives the least overt sexualization, and is treated neutrally in terms of active sexuality. She’s treated like a normal teenage girl with mental issues and an addiction to drugs. She falls in love with a girl who she pines for and places on a pedestal. The reason I think she is written this way is because she is a Sam Levinson proxy. She written with gender ambiguity and with little regard to the experiences she’d go through as a black gay female, probably because Sam Levinson has no insight to that aspect of life. Her performance is heightened of course by Zendaya, who breathes unique life to the Sam Levinson’s artistic extension, and without her performance this show would not get even half the acclaim it gets. Attribute that to Zendaya of course, because the director has done little to deserve this acclaim.

The rest of the females, sans Lexi, are pornified to a disgusting extent, not only due to the fact that they are supposed to be underage, but also because their existence as people is treated as being absolutely secondary to their sexual appeal. They are foremost presented in terms of their relation to sex. Cassie, Maddy, Jules, and Kat cannot be removed from their sexuality without disrupting the plot or their journeys in relation to the plot. Why are the females so intrinsically linked to uber fetishized versions of female sexuality, or uber fetishized versions of blossoming female sexual identity?

Maddy is presented not only scantily clad 90 percent of the time, but also dressed in a precariously unattainable sexual fashion. At any given time she is styled to look straight out of, simultaneously, a high fashion editorial, and a “barely legal” porno. She is airheaded and profane, and promiscuous, her mannerisms dictated by the adult films she’s “studied” in order to project an image of perfect hyper sexual femininity. She’s complacent in becoming a prototypical housewife because it will earn her a comfortable place as a trophy wife. She has no aspirations beyond that. So, let’s unpack all of that. Maddy’s role in the show is mostly passive. The most active thing she does in the plot is revenge fuck a man in the pool of a party. Nearly everything else she does in the show that is plot relevant is of someone else’s volition. Even less of what she in the show is related to anything other than a man. She is abused and then pressured into framing another man for said abuse. She has no agency as a character. The only notable difference to this rule is when she takes drugs at a carnival, knocks a pot of chili over, and calls her ex’s mom a cunt. Removed from her active sexual life and carefully cultivated aesthetic, she’s a trite stereotype of an unambitious girlfriend who gets treated poorly. I see people call Maddy iconic, but if she wasn’t gorgeous and well dressed, I doubt anyone would even think twice about her, let alone create fancams and Instagram pages dedicated to her. She exists as a plot device, and as pretty set dressing to build up the shows aesthetic. Her emotions are not well explored, her motivations are sexist, and she is often there to be demeaned, objectified, or to say a bad word. The most damning part of her involvement in this show is her episode where it is stated that she, as a fourteen year old girl, lost her virginity to an adult man, and it is stated she was in control of the situation. This is a dangerous thing to say about a character, to any audience, but especially a young one. To imply that a precocious young girl was in control during her first sexual encounter with a much much older man implies things that frankly border on rape apologist ideology. This show states this unflinchingly and with no further elaboration. If there’s one thing that tells you that Euphoria is a bad show, let it be that. Also, if there’s one thing that tells you about Sam Levinson as a person, and the way he views girls and women, let it fucking be that.

Jules is a young trans girl. She also likes to have sex with men as a means to “conquer femininity”. Scratch that, she likes to have degrading sex with older men in order to “conquer femininity”. This mindset is shown to be toxic, of course, but I think the problem with this idea in general is that there’s no deeper exploration for what this mindset means. It implies that she believes women are the sum of their intrigue and degradations. This mindset I can only assume would be a cultivation of dysphoria and internalized misogyny, which this series is absolutely not prepared to address in a tactful manner. Jules is a teenager with mental illness, trauma, and is undergoing an identity crisis. There’s something powerful in her character, something worth saying, however we only get trimmings of those meaningful things, and are ultimately left with a hurtful depiction of a trans girl because all of her musings on womanhood and identity are incomplete, and they fail to reach beyond the surface of their thesis statement. She wears colorful clothing, is overtly feminine and artistic in her presentation. Everything about her screams insecurity over her own womanhood. That is the crux of her character. Now, I think we should ask ourselves, is trans person who is insecure about their identity peak representation? Is this what trans people deserve? Is it “groundbreaking “? If this show was run by someone else, I might be inclined to say that there’s nothing insidious about this, but this is the guy that made Assassination Nation, so I think we know what he thinks of young women, the way they should be portrayed (that is, for the capitulation of a man) and realize his inclusion of a trans woman in his cast is no more meaningful than the inclusion of any other woman. Women to him are made to be categorized and should, at the end of the day, be easily palatable for the capitulation of a man. The device of having Jules being interested in older men and rough sex for identity reasons is transparent. Trans women are exploited and objectified with a similar fervor to cis women, the caveat being that they are “a forbidden fruit” of sorts to straight men. Jules is sissified, her presentation fetishistic. Her role in the plot is more involved. Her relationship with Rue is sweet, though toxic on both sides. She is ultimately betrayed, blackmailed, and snowballs into something of a manic episode, all well portrayed by Hunter Schafer, but I don’t think her inclusion in the show absolves it of any of its many sins.

Let’s talk about Cassie. Cassie is the Eurocentric beauty standard exemplified. She is the blonde haired blue eyed girl next store, and her boobs are of course always on display. She is notably promiscuous, something I say right off the bat because that’s how she’s introduced, as a so called slut through the words of the devil (Nate Jacobs). She is a girl with daddy issues, which we are all familiar with at this point. Her sexual boundaries begin and end at the whim of her partner. The terms of her consent are much like the terms of consent of many young girls brainwashed by society and the rising tide of degradation porn: everything is alright as long as you provide them comfort and affirmation afterward. You can touch them roughly without asking, you can use them as a tool to affirm your masculinity. This is the way men prefer their women now: just broken enough to say yes to anything they want. It’s become a joke at this point. Men like girls with issues, but only the ones that will feed their own desires. Cassie Howard is meek. Her inclusion in the plot I suppose ties to themes of drug addiction and how it divides and destroys the people you love. It doesn’t show what it does to her beyond shaping her sexual encounters, which is no surprise. Overall I’d say Cassie is in this roster of females as the most traditional categorically, in relation to how men view women and further how they sexualize them. She has a relationship with someone who doesn’t really love her. That mostly what she does here. Gets used. Doesn’t drive the plot or conflict much. More pretty set dressing. More aesthetics. How this show consists of so many women but is driven so much by men is unsurprising, and, again, very enlightening in the grand scheme of things.

Lastly we touch on Kat. I’d like to begin with the fact that self actualization through sexual exploration, in a show run by a man, is just a cloak for a woman to gratify the audience with her sexuality. Regardless of whether or not she is plus sized, this is overt objectification. She is on this show to be sexy. Beyond that, the fact that a minor using sex work as a form of liberation is disgusting. Whether or not she is portrayed as “owning” her sexuality is negligible, and speaks to the same mindset discussed with Maddy. Minors cannot fucking consent to sex, sexual acts, or anything within the confines of such. It’s crazy that this occurs with two different characters in such a similar way. It has echoes of “Well, she looked older..” and “Well, she wanted it..” or “She’s advanced for her age”. Never, not once in the events of the series is there meaningful introspection on what doing this kind of thing does to a minor. Moreover, these acts are explicit, and made clearly for sexual gratification. None of these things are absolved by the fact that she’s plus sized. If anything, her body type is fetishized in this context. It’s also another case of a “good girl to bad girl” transformation, which are archaic and, of course, sexist. With the rise of adult websites targeting minors for explicit content, this is even more reprehensible. Once again, in terms of representation, is this really what speaks to you as progressive? Groundbreaking? A girl gains control of her own narrative by having sex with lots of men. She gains control by being sexy. She gains control by dehumanizing and objectifying herself. No she doesn’t. Media controlled by men will tell this story to you thousands of times, don’t listen because she’s bigger than a size four.

ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE UNDERAGE. ALL OF THEM HAVE EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, EVEN THE SEXUAL ASSAULT IS MADE CINEMATICALLY PORNIFIED. THESE SHOTS ARE MADE TO BE OBJECTIVELY SEXY. THIS IS NOT A CASE OF SOMEONE CREATING SOMETHING FOR THE SAKE OF REALISM. IT IS ABOUT MAKING SCENES THAT SPEAK TO A MALE AUDIENCE. THAT CATER TO THE MALE GAZE. ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

I won’t go further into the plot, other characters, or the structure or the episodes for sake of brevity, but I felt compelled to air my thoughts on this to the void. I can only hope I was critical enough that Sam Levinson will one day see this and cry because another bad feminist thinks something that he made sucks

#euphoria #I don’t even think anyone will read this but #it’s just not good #sorry #anti euphoria #anti Sam Levinson

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Last Nerve H.S

Summary: Harry x Reader; Harry chooses a particularly rough day to be extra clingy leading to some events...

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex, Sex, Spit

Word Count: 1530

Today was not the fucking day. It started this morning when Harry decided my sleep was more important than my 8 am board meeting, so he turned off the alarms. All of them. And guess who was late to one of the MOST important days of their career. That's right you guessed it, me.

Not only that but he's just constantly clinging to me from the moment I woke up in a panic to the moment I stepped foot through the door. I couldn't even take my shoes off without him near me. I love him but Jesus fuck.

I groan as I hear the handle in the bathroom giggle. "Yes, Harrold?" I huff.

"I just wanted to see you love."

"You've seen me literally all day" I sigh opening the door. "Actually, no I haven't." He smiles cheekily rubbing my side. I just roll my eyes and pad back to the bedroom. Unbuttoning my top and tugging my pants down. "How was work?" He asks from the bed.

"How do you think it was Harry?" Attitude prominent in my tone as I switch my shirt.

"Not bad?" He questions. I huff in annoyance as I turn to go downstairs but none the less, he follows. "So, was it bad?"

I just nod patience with him thinning incredibly fast. "Like bad or bad bad?"

"Bad bad Harry." He pouts and embraces me. "And all better now?"

Walk away. Walk away. "I'm gonna go pick dinner up, do you want anything?" He frowns "Why are you leaving to go pick the pizza up when they deliver?" He ask.

"I need the walk." And with that I head out before he can get another sound out.

-----25minutes later----

I think I'm okay. For now at least. Putting my key in the door and carrying the semi cold pizza in the other, I know one of two things may have happened when I left. The first being that he is mad or he's waiting. And I hope it's the first option.

"There you are, I thought you got lost." He sighs in relief.

"Its only three blocks away please calm your titties." He grins and I can't help but to smile back.

The pizza isn't half bad and where do you go wrong with old Friends re-runs. After we finish the show is still playing but Harry isn't paying it nearly as much attention as the hand he's holding. " You know I love you."

"I know Harrold." He just pouts

"You don't love me?" He asks pulling me into his lap discarding the remote.

"I do Harry, I really do but and I mean this in the nicest possible way, you're getting on my last nerve today."

He chuckles and points to himself, "Me? getting on your last nerve?" The aura in the room shifts, his eyes a deeper shade of green. Going to move from his lap he just places his hand on my hip.

"Where do you think you're going darling?" Before I could speak he just continues playing with my panty line.

"You know technically... " he says slowly with lingering hands. I feel my body shudder as his long fingers brush over my clit. "This is your last nerve." He continues rubbing the small nub through my panties, "I don't know about getting on it per say, but I'm sure there are other things I could do." When he halts his movements a whine escapes my lips with a sudden urge for him to make me cum. "Harry don't be a tease please."

"Tell me what you want y/n." He says smirking. "Shirt off Harrold." He grips the bottom of my shirt "nuh-uh Haz" he looks at me confused. "Yours." He quickly pulls his shirt over his head exposing his beautifully tatted body. I can feel my pussy dripping, but he knows better. Grabbing my shirt, I slowly take it off as he lets out an animalistic growl. Pulling my panties down while he watches I make my way to the arm of the couch as he hurriedly removes his pants and lays in front of me. Spreading my legs I run a finger through my folds he looks at me hungrily. Before I could speak to taunt him his lips where on my pussy .

"Fuck Harry, I didn't tell you to do that." I say between pants. He moans continuing to bury himself between my legs showing no mercy. His tongue teasing my hole. A string of moans and curse words leaving my lips and right now I'm praising this couch. He loops his arms around my thighs holding me in place as he continues to devour me, leaving no part of me untouched. Leaning on my elbows to watch him I feel myself nearing my edge as he looks at me. The sounds his mouth is making against my vagina is unholy for sure. He takes his thumb and presses random patterns onto my nub and I'm done for. My hands pulling his hair as my thighs clench around his head moaning out his name. He keeps kitten licking me as I come down from my high. "Harry." He raises an eyebrow while looking at my swollen labia "hmm?"

"Kiss me." He complies kissing me with force. I can taste myself on him as he pushes his tongue in my mouth. His hand comes up to my throat applying pressure not too much but enough to make me want more. He forces my head up, "open your mouth darling, and don't you fucking close it. Got it?" I nod expecting him to stand and put his dick in my mouth but boy was I wrong. He inserts two fingers into my mouth and as I begin to suck them he pinches my bum " I said don't close that pretty fucking mouth." He says putting more pressure on my tongue. He looks like he's contemplating something before I could question it I feel something sliding down my throat.

My thighs clench together almost instantly. Its nasty but he makes it so hot, his spit gliding down my throat I swallow it as if it were my own. "Good girl." He takes his thumb and wipes my chin. Pulling me back down to the couch level. Looking at his throbbing length, his tip is so pink leaking with precum. I reach between us and line him up with my entrance. He runs his tip through my folds tapping my clit with it. "Am I getting on your last nerve y/n?" He whispers. "Are you Harry?" I ask before attacking the spot just below his ear, leaving a reminder for the both of us.

Grabbing his length and pushing him into me I begin moving my hips as he lets out the sexist moan in my ear. "So wet y/n" he grunts pushing into me all the way almost leaving me breathless.

"So tight" he moans as I clench around him. He feels so good inside of me. Rhythm of his own being made as he speeds up his thrust. He dips his head on my shoulder and attacks my collar bone with kisses sure to leave very visible marks all over. The pleasure from his lips sending my senses into overdrive but I need him to come first. Reaching up to kiss him it's just teeth clattering and moans being exchanged.

"You fuck me so good Harry." I whisper in his ear as he gives out a particularly hard thrust causing both of us to moan loudly, hitting a spot that has dots fading into my vision.

"M'gonna cum baby" he tells me as I tighten around him he pushes into me reaching around to rub my clit, I quickly grab his hand and lace our fingers together as he bites down hard filling me with his cum pushing through sloppy thrust. Once he finishes, he looks up at me.

"You didn't cum." He frowns. I grab his cheeks and softly kiss him.

" I don't think you know how hard it was for me not to cum again." He looks at me skeptically, " and why is that?" he ask placing little kisses on my breast. "You'll see if you ever take your dick out of me." He smirks and roughly grabs my jaw, " Your pussy's mine." He slowly pulls out watching our arousal drip out of me "fuck y/n" He whispers.

"Finish me off Harry, use it." He smiles at my request "You're such a dirty girl for me aren't you princess" He leans down and runs his tongue over the bruise he left on me as his fingers gather our mixture and he spreads it on my clit. He rubs fast circles edging me on using his middle and ring finger he pumps them nearly knuckle deep, occasionally brushing over my g-spot, whispering sweet nothings in my ears. My orgasm ripples through my body sending me into a world of pure bliss. Coming down from this high left me panting he just smirks at me, playing with the arousal that now adorns my thighs.

"look at the mess you've made darling"

A/N: Long time no see, well I have said that I wanted to get back into writing so here you are my loves. I wanted to disclose that this is also on my Wattpad ( fangirl_everythang) which contains more of my work that I’ll be posting. I figured I could reach a bigger audience this way but the nerves are wrecking me; I’ve heard so many stories about authors getting their work taken. It’s heart breaking and makes it all that much more scarier. I'm not too sure how I feel about this smut scene but I do think it embodies Harrold pretty well😊 Anyways let me know how you guys like it, or if you don’t. (I take request as well)

xoxoJanelle

#harry #harry styles #harry smut #harry styles smut #harryx reader #y/n #harry styles and y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #writing #imagine #oneshot #smut #fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #spit play #harry styles blurb

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swordofpevensie · 3 years

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We Will See (Prince Caspian x You Fic.)

requested: by @lovecatystuff Hi! Could you write something with Caspian and arranged marriage, when both of them didn't want it at the beginning but later he see how caring and lovely she is, please? Thank you in advance! 💜💜💜

warnings: angst, arranged marriage, the reader (you) has a terrible father, mentions of violence, implying of rape, almost violence, we defeat sexist idiots here, miraz is a jerk, slowburn.

word count: 5005

a/n: i sincelery hope you like it caty because you are so cute and deserve to be happy. i’m so excited to share it with you! (｡♡‿♡｡)

my masterlist is not here because you know, i broke it.

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The first time you saw Caspian, you were sure that you hated him. First of all, he was so spoiled, because he was the prince of a strong empire. He was also conceited. He didn't even greet you. And you could tell he was doing his best not to look at you.

While your father and Miraz were discussing how this marriage would be and its benefits, you and Caspian just sit there. No one asked you what you thought, if you wanted to get married, if you liked each other. You felt like a worthless and pathetic animal waiting to be sold to its new owner. You wanted to cry and escape from that room, that castle and get lost. You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life because you were sick of your greedy father and sacrificing yourself for his benefits.

“My Lord,” You heard your father speaking. “I'm sure this marriage will make both of us stronger than we already are.”

Miraz nodded; there was an evil smile on his face.

“You know she will stay here,” He spoke. “Is she good and obedient? I don't want a bride who is a rebel in my castle.”

Your father had a little flashback about you. You fighting with a sword, showing up in the castle covered in mud, the time you bit a man's hand because he was trying to stop you from fighting, you yelling at your father because he didn't allow you to go outside, the time you fell into a hole with your horse while you were training.

“She is absolutely obedient, my Lord.” Your father said. You tried so hard not to smile. “She will not cause you any problems.”

Miraz looked at you; there was something in his eyes that made you so uncomfortable. But you didn't look away, answered his eyes and stared at him until he felt annoyed and turned his head.

“Then, let the preparations begin!” Miraz shouted.

Your father signified you to come with his hand. When you stood up to go, Caspian did the same.

“May I talk with you before you leave, Princess Y/N?”

You didn't ask your father for permission on purpose. He beat you and forced to you to get married no matter how hard you tried to fight back and stop him. Now, you were determined to turn his life into a ceaseless torture.

“Yes, of course.” You replied him. Honestly, you were surprised that he condescended to talk to you.

“I think it will be better if we can talk alone. Would it be okay for you to go out?”

“I'd like to go outside.”

Your father grunted angrily and intended to stop you but Miraz stopped him.

“We should let young lovers talk.”

When you were finally outside, Caspian stopped in the middle of the garden.

“Thank you for accepting my offer, Princess Y/N.” Caspian started to speak. “I know you do not want to get married with me. I totally understand that, we've just met and maybe you have someone else in your heart, or maybe you just do not like marriage.” He cleared his throat. “What I'm saying is although we both do not want this marriage; I think we should try to enjoy it. I do not expect you to love me and I can't love you suddenly but if we try to be friends, things may be easier and bearable. What do you think?”

You didn't like him, that was a fact, but his words offended you somehow. Especially when he said bearable, you felt very offended. Were you ugly or not enough for him? Were you a person who was annoying and unbearable? You didn't do anything wrong in the short time he saw you. Why did he use such words then?

“Yes, Prince Caspian, I do not want to get married to someone like you and I will do whatever it takes to stop this marriage.”

He seemed angry. “You cannot stop it now. They've already decided. We are getting married, no matter we like it or not.”

“I can stop it!” You raised your voice. “And I will!”

He rolled his eyes. “Could you stop your father when he first informed you about the marriage?”

Your answer was silence.

“That's what I thought.” He took a short breath. “I know you are angry and sad. I feel the same things. You are not the only one who is forced to marry. If we can respect each other and become friends, we can at least have a good time despite their evil intentions.”

“No,” Your voice shook. “I will stop my father. I will try harder.” When you felt your tears coming, you turned around and left Caspian there.

Caspian was sure that he hated you. Although it was the first time he saw you, he thought you were unbearable and about to turn his life into a nightmare.

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It had been a month since you and your father left Miraz's castle. During this time, you kept fighting with your father and objecting this marriage but he was determined and strong.

He punished you, made you stay in the dungeons for a week, locked you in your room and let you out only when tailors came to prepare your wedding dress.

You felt nothing but unhappiness. Sometimes you weren't even there, people talked to you but you didn't hear. You were unhappy, sad and broken because you felt like nothing, no one. You opinions weren't important, your voice wasn't heard. You didn't want this marriage because your mother and father's marriage was also arranged and your mother suffered because of your father for her whole life. You were scared to have the same fate.

However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your father and your wedding day came. You, your father and the maids travelled to Miraz's castle the night before the wedding.

The maids helped you get dressed, they did your hair, put some scent on your body, and you were ready to go.

Your father was with you during the ceremony. He escorted you until you arrived to the dais and Caspian held your hand.

Your dress was dark red; you noticed Caspian's cape was the same colour. He wore black trousers and boots, his shirt was also black.

You made your marriage vows but both of you kept it short and simple.

Caspian had managed to convince his uncle not to have a ball after the wedding. Miraz accepted because he didn't care about your wedding at all and he didn't want to deal with people.

When you were informed that there wouldn't be a ball last night, you were glad. You didn't want to want to dance with him and pretend to like him.

Therefore, after ceremony ended, Caspian and you went to your room. The place you would stay for the rest of your life. You hated every step you took and every single minute you walked. Caspian was holding your hand until you arrived to the room. It was a matter of form.

He opened the door and waited for you to go inside.

You were scared. What if he wanted to make... It? Would he hurt you if you said no? You had no weapon with you because your father made sure you didn't take any. You could fight with him with bare hands but what if he had a weapon? Your heart was beating so fast and your legs felt numb. You entered the room and just stood. You didn't know what to do.

But when you turned and looked at him as he closed the door, you realized he seemed nervous.

“So...” He said in a low voice. “We have to be here tonight, to make others believe in our marriage. Will you just sit and pout or would you like to talk with me? My books are there,” He pointed the right side of the room with his finger. “I mean if you like reading history.”

He was not going to hurt you. You took a short breath in relief. You felt all your muscles relaxing and that numb feeling leaving your body.

“I love history.” You replied him. You tried to sound friendly. He was right, you had to stay in the room until morning and maybe spending time with him wouldn't be so bad?

He took a step towards you, meanwhile you stepped back reflexively. He frowned.

“I know we do not know each other yet. The first thing I need you to know about me is I will never hurt you. I am not a violent person; you don't need to fear me.”

You just nodded.

“Is there anything you need me to know?”

“You should fear me.” You said and he laughed.

“Why?”

“I am an excellent fighter.” You were really proud of yourself. “There is no man I can't beat in a sword fight.”

“Oh, okay, Princess Y/N is fierce.” He had a smile on his face which made him look very friendly and warm. “Would you like to fight with me at dawn?”

“Of course.”

He extended his hand. You took and shook it. You looked at each other for a few minutes, without breaking the handshake.

“History,” You said when you realized you'd been holding his hand. “Books. Could you please show me your books?”

“Please,” He pulled the chair behind the desk for you. “Be my guest, Princess Y/N.”

You smiled as you sit.

“What do you like to read?”

“I read anything I find.” You replied. “But my favorite subjest is Narnia tales.”

He seemed suprised. “Do you know about them?”

“Of course I do. My mother used to tell me their stories. Kings and Queens of old, I am very fond of them.”

“Talking about Narnia is forbidden here.” Caspian said. “My uncle doesn't like Narnians.”

“So how do you know?”

“I have a professor. He teaches me. Wait a second.”

He turned his back to you and started to search something in his bookshelves. One wall of the room was used as a bookcase. He took a book from the back of the shelf. He brought the book and put it to the desk.

“May I sit?”

“Yes, yes please.” You moved a little when he sat to the chair next to yours.

He opened a page. “Here is one of their pictures.” He explained. His voice was confident and excited. You could tell how interested he was in Narnia. “This is High King Peter, this is King Edmund, this is Queen Susan and this is Queen Lucy.”

You nodded as you looked at the picture. “It is very beautiful.” You'd never seen their pictures before. “Do you know Mr. Tumnus?”

“No, I have never heard this name before.”

“Oh, he was an satyr and Queen Lucy's friend. They say when she first came to Narnia, Mr. Tumnus saw her and welcomed her in.”

“Who else do you know?”

And you talked about Narnia, Kings and Queens, fairytales, your favorite stories and heroes, what might have happened to Narnians. You chatted about yourselves too. Your childhood, your training stories, what you liked to do, what your favourite food was.

He wasn’t that bad, actually, he wasn’t bad at all. Communicating with him was easy, he was friendly and talkative. He smiled frequently and was always careful, never got closer to you before asking.

You thought maybe he was right after all. You were married now and neither he nor you could rise against your father or Miraz. Maybe things would be better if you started trying to be friends with him.

That's why you were nice to him whole night. You let him see the true you, the funny, nice, kind and lively you. And he liked that side of you. He hoped you'd never stop being like that because he hated to see you upset and broken. The day when you talked in the garden was a nightmare for him. You seemed so unhappy, so tired and upset and he felt the same things. The look inside your eyes broke his heart, which was already damaged.

Because when his uncle told him he'd get married, Caspian was so scared. He was too young to be married. He had dreams, wishes, and plans in his head. He was going to be a seafarer and search for Narnians. But this marriage would mean to stay inside of the kingdom and with his future wife. He hated that thought. However he still hoped his chosen wife would be someone easygoing so that even though he wouldn't love her, he could still have good time with her and try to make her happy.

That hope was destroyed by you when he tried to talk with you. He was disappointed and sure that his life would be a disaster from now on. He thought you'd make his life a torture for him.

Spending time with you, however, changed his thoughts. He realized you were nice and easygoing when you wanted to be. You were funny and very wise. Every story you told him and each new information you gave him about Narnians amazed him and he felt so glad that you knew and liked Narnia. He loved the way you told stories, with a big excitement and admiration, because he felt the same things when he talked about Narnian stories. Sharing his feelings with you made him feel so good.

You fell asleep after a while. The whole day was overwhelming and you were really tired, therefore you couldn't stop yourself.

Meanwhile Caspian was trying to find a book about astrology. When he finally found the book, he turned his face to the desk and saw you sleeping. Your arms were on the desk and you put your head on your arms. He couldn't help but smile. But then he realized he couldn't let you sleep on the desk. He put the book randomly to a shelf and approached to you silently.

“Y/N,” He told your name in a calm voice. “Princess Y/N, you should wake up.”

He tried to wake you up a few more times but you were in a deep sleep.

“Okay.” He muttered and sat next to you.

He couldn't sleep though. He sat there with you until you woke up at dawn. He read some books, thought about his day, and sometimes watched you.

He honestly felt happy because you two managed to be friends.

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After three weeks had passed since the day you and Caspian got married, your public duties started. The first one was to visit the market place and observe the economic situation of the people and listen to their problems. You were really excited because you liked to talk with people and also you wanted to feel useful. Sitting inside the castle all day and spending most of your time with Caspian were getting boring.

Honestly, spending time with him was actually good. Waking up at dawn and fighting until you both were tired became your tradition. Caspian taught you how to use arrow and bow; in return, you taught him how to fight with a dagger. After fighting, you came to your room and took bath respectively. If there was any meeting, you and he participated together because Miraz demanded you to make this marriage seem believable, therefore outside of your room, you were always together. You had to hold hands sometimes but besides that, it was alright. When you spent time together in your room, you read, studied with Proffesor, just chatted together; you drew and he watched you, you watched him as he played the piano. At night, you slept in the same bed but you kept the distance.

However, all of those activities made you feel selfish because you were now the princess of Telmarines and your duty was to serve them and meet their needs.

When you finally arrived to the marketplace, you walked arm in arm. He was very thoughtful; he helped you with your dress, pulling it gently so that you didn’t step on it. He held your hand while you were getting out of your carriage.

You couldn’t tell if he was excited or not until he started talking with people. You saw that people loved him and he was very fond of them. He knew their names and he was so kind. He was very good at talking with children and he was so soft and cute with babies. He introduced you as his wife many times, which made you feel weird but somehow good.

He watched you as you talked with people. He was surprised because you were very nice to everyone. You were polite and your manners clearly showed that you cared about all of the people. Several women gave you flowers or something they cooked or baked. His eyes were on you as you ate food you were given and thanked and praised each woman. He’d seen princesses who didn’t even accept food from people. A boy wanted to give you a flower crown and you crouched down for him to put the crown on your head. Caspian found himself smiling while watching you. He realized you weren’t a person like he’d assumed. He let his prejudice form an opinion about you, which was something he shouldn’t have done. He judged you with your one and only mistake and realizing that made him feel very angry at himself.

He took a deep breath to get rid of his thoughts. He firstly needed to do his duty. Later, he could apologize to you.

You spent almost four hours in the market place, however neither of you realized how much time had passed when your driver and one of your guards (you insisted that you didn’t want them but you couldn’t stop Miraz) informed you about the time and told you it was time to leave.

Caspian and you discussed everything people told you, their problems, how to solve them, how to help people. The problem was actually very clear: They were sick of paying taxes as they knew their money was only spent for the armies of the lords who did nothing to help them.

As soon as you arrived to the castle, you went to Miraz’s room to discuss it with him. He was a strong lord and if you could get his support, others would probably listen to you.

Caspian was with you when you entered the room. He was right behind you but he was silent. He wanted you to be the one to solve this problem and win the hearts and minds of people.

However when you explain the situation to Miraz, he said ‘’No.’’ without hesitation. You were shocked because you really thought he would want to help you.

You frowned. ‘’How can you say no? They are our people, we must help them.’’

‘’Their taxes protect them.’’ Miraz looked very determined.

‘’There is no war at this moment. I think we can abate the taxes.’’

‘’Princess,’’ Miraz said in a insulting manner. ‘’You shouldn’t puzzle your brains with such problems. Go and do ordinary princess things. Comb your hair, sing, kiss your husband or whatever. This is not your business.’’

He made you angry, more than you can describe in words. You wished you could punch him but you managed to be calm somehow.

‘’My ordinary princess things are my actual responsibilities towards our people. And it is not your decision to make. It concerns all of the lords, therefore we will take it to the council.’’

‘’You will not.’’

You looked at his angry eyes with determination and stubbornness. ‘’You cannot patronize me. I have every right to discuss it with the council. Who do you think you are? The king?’’

He raised his hand against you however Caspian captured it before you or Miraz could do anything.

‘’Don’t even think about it, uncle.’’ He said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

It was the first time you saw him angry and you could honestly say that he looked dangerous.

‘’She is right.’’ Caspian continued. ‘’We will take this to the council and you are not the king, you cannot stop me or her. The council will decide what to do.’’

He let go of Miraz’s hand but his face didn’t change. ‘’You wanted to bring her to this castle and make her our princess. You have to respect everything she says and does because like it or not, she is our princess and I think what she is doing is amazing and very right.’’

After hearing Caspian’s talking in that tone and manner, you understood why he was a prince and the next king. At that moment, he was not just a young and inexperienced prince, he was a strong king and he knew how to rule a kingdom, in that case, people. He was made to be king and realizing this made you feel proud of him. You also appreciated him and how he stood up for you.

‘’Come.’’ He said to you and together, you left the room. Caspian directly went to the council room and demanded a meeting.

You explained the situation and needs of the people. Caspian supported you and made sure that everyone knew that you weren’t alone. Some of the lords didn’t want to abate the taxes while some of them supported you.

It was debated in the council for two days, you and Caspian never gave up the cause. At the end of the second day, lords announced that they agreed to abate the taxes and spend their economic sources to help and support the people. General Glozelle supported you extremely. You thought he supported you just to annoy Miraz but you were still thankful.

You and he were in your room after everything was over. You felt really tired after talking, discussing and arguing for two days but the satisfaction of beating Miraz was worth it.

‘’Princess Y/N,’’ Caspian said. ‘’I really appreciate what you achieved. My uncle doesn’t even let his wife to be a council member but you defeated him very elegantly and successfully.’’

You smiled at his compliments. ‘’Thank you,’’ You said. ‘’But I think I would lose without your help. Thank you for standing up for me and your support.’’

‘’With such a determination like yours, I think you would beat my uncle and council without me.’’

You smiled proudly. ‘’Thanks. My father says I got it from my mother.’’

‘’May I?’’ He asked as he stood up close to the bed.

‘’Yes, please.’’ You made room for him. ‘’And you don’t have ask every time. Also you can call me just Y/N. You don’t need to add princess.’’

‘’Oh, so, are you starting to like me, Y/N?’’ He asked jokingly.

‘’I thought we became friends.’’ You looked at him. ‘’Didn’t we?’’

‘’Yes, yes we did. We are friends.’’ His voice was low and he wasn’t looking at you.

‘’Is there any problem?’’ You felt worried. Had you done something wrong?

‘’No, just...’’ He breathed out as he rubbed his nasal bridge. ‘’Yes, there is a problem and you’ll hate me when I tell you.’’

‘’I won’t hate you.’’ You got closer to him. ‘’I know I was really rude to you at first but believe me, it changed. Please tell me. I’m sure we can solve the problem together.’’

‘’I tried really hard not to do this but I couldn’t stop myself. How could I? You know about Narnians, you love history as much as I do, you are an amazing fighter, you are brilliant, lovely, caring and very stubborn.’’

You were confused. Yes, you were flattered but what did his words mean?

‘’Caspian-‘’

‘’I like you. Not as a friend. As a... When I introduce you as my wife to people, I feel good.’’

You couldn’t say anything. The only thing you did was to give a short and shaky breath. You were totally shocked because you never thought he’d like you. You had been mean to him and you were distant. Honestly, you thought he hated you or didn’t like you. You assumed he was just trying to be nice and was putting up with you. But his words vanished all of your prejudices because he sounded very sincere and serious. The way he complemented you and the last thing he said... You felt good, that was for sure, but you didn’t know how you felt about him. Did you like him? You’d never considered this, maybe because you were determined not to like him or maybe because you were sure he wouldn’t like you.

‘’Caspian, I really don’t know what to say. But I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will. You’ve been so good to me, more than I deserve. You are so nice, kind, thoughtful and caring. I am really thankful to you. However I am not sure about my feelings. I never thought we would like each other.’’

He nodded silently. ‘’It’s alright.’’ He said. ‘’I don’t and can’t expect you to like me suddenly.’’

‘’It’s not because you are an unlikable person.’’ He looked at you as you continued. ‘’It’s because I was sure that you would never like me.’’

‘’So... What will happen now?’’

You smiled at him. It was a warm and sincere smile. ‘’We will see.’’

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‘’I’m beginning to think you are doing magic.’’ Caspian said while he was looking at the second arrow you shot which pierced the little red circle on the target board.

You laughed. ‘’I wish I could but, no, it is the result of practicing too much.’’

He took the arrows from the board and brought them to you.

‘’You’ve improved so much. I feel very unneeded while I’m standing here.’’

‘’I think you should be proud. You are my teacher after all.’’

‘’You are a brilliant student.’’ He said, smiling. ‘’However, I think if put your leg like this,’’ He put his right leg a bit further than where yours were. ‘’It will be better.’’

You did as he told. ‘’Is it okay?’’

‘’Yes, and you should raise your arm higher.’’

You did that too.

‘’Just a little- Can I show you?’’

‘’Yes of course.’’

‘’Okay, now,’’ He took a step towards your back. ‘’Your elbow should be like this,’’ He spoke while he put his hand to your elbow and pushed it up softly. ‘’And it would be better if your arm,’’ His hand were on your arm now, his touch was so gentle. You felt that his fingertips were burning part of your skin which wasn’t covered with arm-guard.

You tried to ignore his touch and focus on what he was telling but you failed. You felt like a candle slowly melting because of the fire. You woke up to the fact that you wanted to melt. For him.

‘’Y/N,’’ You finally heard his voice. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yes, I am.’’ You took a short breath and lowered your hands and bow. ‘’I’m sorry, I just...’’ You turned your head back and looked at his face. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’You can.’’

He looked very worried and you loved it. He was very caring during all this time you spent together. He was also so thoughtful. Whenever you frowned a little, he immediately asked if you were okay. He always made sure that there was water on your night table. He always helped you when your dress caused you problems.

‘’Do you still like me, Caspian?’’ You asked very nervously.

He licked his lips before talking. ‘’Yes, I do. More and more day by day, actually.’’

You smiled when you heard his answer. ‘’Then, I have some news for you.’’

He raised his eyebrows, there was a little smile on his face. ‘’I am listening very carefully.’’

‘’Prince Caspian,’’ You said and took a deep breath. ‘’I think I like you.’’

His smile got bigger and bigger and you heard him laughing. ‘’Really?’’

You nodded. You were smiling too. Saying your feelings out and loud made you feel very relaxed, as if a heavy burden was taken off your chest.

‘’How?’’ He asked.

‘’Am I supposed to give you an alphabetic list?’’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘’It just happened but I think it was inevitable.’’

His dark brown eyes were shining. ‘’It feels like I am in a dream.’’

‘’Does it mean you dream about me?’’ You asked jokingly.

You realized he was taking you into your arms. You let him because you needed to be in his arms, feel his touch and body heat.

‘’Sometimes.’’ He said. ‘’Don’t you?’’

‘’Sometimes.’’ You copied him. It made him laugh.

‘’Can I kiss you right now, Princess Y/N?’’

‘’Yes, yes you can, Prince Caspian.’’

You dropped the bow when his lips touched yours. All of your muscles relaxed, you felt like you would fall to the ground but thankfully his hands were on your waist, holding you tight.

His lips were soft, his kiss was passionate. You could almost taste his desire and you absolutely loved it. Being loved and wanted by him felt like you were over the moon.

He was the one to break the kiss and look at your face very carefully. He liked it when he saw your red lips.

He was looking at you carefully, as if he was trying to understand whether you were real or not. You noticed that he really couldn’t believe you liked him.

‘’I like you.’’ You needed to say it again so that he could believe.

He took your hands into his and brought them closer to his lips, then kissed your hands. You bit your lower lip, it was your soft spot.

‘’I like you too, so much.’’ He managed to say before you grabbed his face and kissed him.

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years

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I love Kung Lao so so much. And Bi-han from the latest movie. Any imagines you got I would love!! Maybe them being jealous and protective?

Jealous and protective. pt 1

I feel this alot they are two of my favourite characters and I loved the actors who played them so I'm going to keep with the 2021 movie for this version. Hope these are to your liking Bi-hans is more domestic protection but he is a jealous man. So don't touch what is his.

Warings Sergestive scenes, mention of sex, nudity, bathing together

Photos are not mine just used as headers.

Kung lao: jealous and protective

Kung lao when jealous gets this little pinch between his eyebrows, his jaw tightens to the point of pain and the young man stares. It's no secret really that Kung lao loves getting under people's skin, but when it's someone else doing it to him it's very much a different story. It's well known Kung lao doesn't like Kano, most of the shaolin monks didn't like the man. But what had him on high alert right now was how close the man is too you. His eyes dart across the fight pit, watching and waiting to see if his assistants would be needed for the brute of man. Kung Lao knows that you can handle yourself in a fight, he and Lui Kang had trained with you since you arrived long before the new fighters.

"Come on!, stop dancing around and fight. Unless you want a dance but best I can do for ya is the naked one" The Australian man calls out. "How about you focus on not getting your ass kicked Kano. It's starting to seem like it's your new hobby" Kung Lao smiles a little under the shade of his hat. His love knew how to rile someone up, wither it in a fight or shared moments between them in the shadows of there rooms.

Kung Lao doesn't know why he's jealous, let alone of Kano. His lover had made it very clear that they are not interested in the man. Perhaps it's the constant of flirty coming from Kano, the degrading, sexist and rasict comments that all came from this man.

"Oh you wanna play dirt hun? We'll play dirty then" kung lao tense as he continues to watch them fight making sure no harm comes to his partner. He can see Kano is hitting his peak of anger, he can see the red in his eye become brighter. Kung Lao is quick and almost in the blink of an eye he is beside his lover his hat being used as a shield against the laser once more. It is quite between the three, one of his arms are wrapped around his partner's waist holding them close as he slowly lowers his hat. There's many emotions there but the one which is the most obvious is the anger towards the Australian man.

"The training is over, Kano if you do not learn to control your anger or arcana you will continue to fail." Kung Lao said nothing else as he drags you from the fight pit. You let him pull you thought the many halls of the temple until you can feel your arm staring to hurt from the pressure he's putting on your wrist. "Lao?" Your voice is soft and soothing to his nerves. "Are you hurt?" His eyes meet yours as he finally stops walking. "I'm alright, but you on the other hand have a serious case of jealousy" you laugh lightly, it gains a grunt from him as he rolls his eyes. you run your hands over his shoulders, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips, he let's out a sigh of relief. His shoulders let go of their tension as he pulls you closer.

"Forgive me for being too over bearing, I just do not like that man touching you" he says resting his head on his loves shoulder. His hands rest against their hips as they both stand together is a blissful moment. "Lao you don't have to be sorry, I know very much at Kano likes trying to get under your skin just as much as you do his. But you happen to be the man I love and adore." He smiles bringing you in for another kiss. "I also happen to love you riled up and jealous, it doesn't happen often" you chuckle. "That it doesn't, my love"

Bi-han: jealous and protective

Bi-han is very good at hiding us I emotions, but when something happens that invoke him they show like wild fire. Jealous is something he feels very often, his sweet love he knows very much is his. Has stated on many occasions to reassure him. Not many people knew about you, and that's how he wished to keep it, anyone who found you ended up dead or mutilated to no recognition. your his love, the one thing that means the world to him other then the Lin Kuei. And he wouldn't let anyone into his house where his heart was.

"Bi-han?" He's staring again he knows, but he loves being close to you, watching you as you move around and work. It doesn't help that he's just tracked blood all into the house as he stand there watching them in the kitchen. They turn around to meet his gaze. "Bi-han!, baby what did I tell you about blood on the floors!" He chuckles moving closer to them pulling them into a reluctant hug that they squeal and try to escape. "BI-HAN!" "Wǒ de xīn, please let me enjoy this" he lifts you to sit on the kitchen bench ad he pulls us I mask off and kisses you.

"You're lucky I love you" he laughs lightly kissing their forehead then cheeks before returning to their lips. It's quite between them. Both enjoying being close to one another basking in each other's love. "Bi, did you find the man who broke in, and would this happen to be his or your blood, becuase you need a bath" he hums lightly pulling away a little seeing the small specks of blood now on your face and covering your hands and clothes. "His" is the only reply he gives as he picks his lover up and carries them towards the bathroom.

Bi-han sets them down in the bathroom as he begins to undo all of his armor, he can hear the water begin to pour into the bathtub. "You have blood all thought your hair Baby, how badly did you leave his body?" Bi-han turns to his love as he continue removing his clothing. "That man broke onto my home, where my Wǒ de xīn is, he is lucky I was will ikng to show him enough mercy to grant him a quick death." he finishes stripping of his clothes and makes his way into the bathtub, sinking down into it and let's out a sigh. His pale eyes flick to his love. "Tiánmì de ài, come" that's all he has to say as his little heart strips before joining him in the bath. He pulls them back against his chest, resting his head on their back. His lips trail sweet kisses against his lovers skin. His skin is such a different contrast from the hot water pooling into the bathtub. "Would you like an to wash your hair Bi?" He lets out a soft sigh as he nods into your shoulder. "Yes" he let's you move to face him resting against his legs. He reaches back grabbing a bottle of shampoo before handing it to his love. this is something he will fight for, the moments like this with shampoo in his blood soaked hair as he wipes blood off his lovers face. "Sorry I'm not as traditional as you Bi-han, I know I'm probably very different to what you were used to back then" his hands rest on his lovers hips pulling them closer. "You are everything to me, I do not care that you are not from my time. You are my heart, my love and I'll be damned to the hells if I ever lost you Tiánmì de ài" he leans down pulling his sweet one into another kiss as they run their hands thought his hair. "We are going to have a red bath soon baby" "then I hope the next man who tries to break in here will learn the same lesson if this is where I will be after I kill him" he leans back pulling his sweet partner to lay against his chest. "I wish to just stay like this for a little"

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izzielizzie · 3 years

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Idk if you talk about tv shows much but I’d love your thoughts on the Saved By the Bell reboot, especially parallels between new characters and the old ones and where you think they’re going with romance

i love talking about shows!!!

old vs new group

Zack and Mac

If the names and incredibly accurate casting wasn't enough, their knack for getting themselves into trouble, setting up elaborate pranks, and falling fast and hard for random girls should be a really good indicator of the parallel. But, one thing that should be mentioned: there is a little bit of Kelly in Mac too, which makes him a little more endearing that Zack (who really is trash). Mac is a lot more family oriented than Zack was, and Kelly, being in a family of seven kids, understands the importance of good familial relationships, and we see Mac wanting to be closer to his father. He does all of this stuff just because he wants his father to see him for once. And that is all Kelly.

Lisa and Lexi

I mean this one is kind of obvious: obsessed with fashion and relationships. They're both popular and give good advice. But I think the biggest difference between them is that Lexi's intentions are purely selfish while Lisa generally did what was best for her friends. It's interesting how they get into similar scrapes, but there's the very clear difference in how they happen and what the results are. Lisa, who spent a ton of her father's money and then worked to pay it back, even though her friends offered her money, ended up happy while learning a lesson. But when Lexi tries to get Jamie to date her or tries to win the role of president, she gets out of her scrapes without learning anything. She's starting to learn and she's going to have a great arc, but Lisa was - mostly - selfless from the first episode.

Jessie and Daisy

Again, another very obvious comparison. Jessie was the overachieving class president who was best friends with the popular prankster. And, per Mac's proclamation in the second episode, Daisy is Mac's best friend. But what sets Jessie and Daisy apart is that Jessie was super vocal about everything she believed in, and was willing to upset people she cared about even if it hurt her (think of her will-they-won't-they with Slater where she accused him of being a sexist pig every other second). And Daisy is just as vocal, but she has an inherent understanding of when to step back and let other people figure things out. Like when she says that if she wants to do anything at Bayside, she had to stop trying to fix one guy. Jessie didn't take that route with Slater.

Kelly and Jamie

For all of their other incredible qualities, Kelly and Jamie were reduced to the good looking airheads of the group. Kelly was the object of many boys' affection, and Jamie is just as liked by the girls at Bayside. But they're also both insanely kind and willing to help their friends. Jamie was the only one from the Bayside trio to be genuinely saddened about the kids having to go back to Douglas because, like Kelly, he never really has ulterior motives. He's kind of just... misguided.

Slater and DeVante

I know that the show explored this parallel from the very beginning of the show with the whole football thing, but their similarities extend farther. Slater was lonely and a little jaded when he arrived at Bayside because he had been in fourteen schools due to his father being stationed in a lot of different places. His only friend was his chameleon that he was really attached to. And he used his insecurities to look tough and join different teams to create his own family, knowing very well that he may have to leave. And DeVante has a really hard home life, and he's had some past misdemeanor issues, but like Slater, he wants to change how people view him while also trying to become happier. Maybe he isn't ready for a family like group of friends, but he's trying.

Screech and Aisha

Screech got the short end of the stick a lot, but he was an incredibly kind and helpful person - he got Lisa out of a lot of scrapes even though she never showed any interest or kindness in return - but most importantly: he was unapologetically himself. He flaunted his ant farm and his interesting abilities, no matter how much Zack teased him. And Aisha is the same way. She wanted to play football without a helmet just so people would know they were losing to her. And she's kind too. She lends a shoulder to Daisy constantly, and she's respectful towards Lexi even though she kind of admitted to sabotaging Jamie and Aisha's relationship.

Romances

the triangle

The Aisha, Lexi, and Jamie love triangle is reminiscent to the Slater, Zack, and Kelly triangle, where two people are fighting for the affections of a third person that’s rather oblivious. Saved By the Bell is a big fan of the “best friends to lovers” trope, so Lexi and Jamie might be the most obvious choice for long term couple, but - and hear me out here - I think the ultimate couple will be Aisha and Jamie. Jamie is less prejudiced out of the three original Bayside kids, but he’s a little confused, especially because his mother shields him from so much. If the show can do it right, with Aisha’s prompting, Jamie can have an amazing arc where he steps away from his mother and other people that have controlled his life (like Lexi), learning that he’s enough as his own person, and Jessie can learn that her son will be okay on his own.

And Jamie can teach Aisha how to accept her feelings, especially since she admitted that she’s not the best at talking about/understanding her feelings.

Slater and Jessie

Ah yes, my personal favorite. Especially since Jessie stood up to Rene, it’s highly likely that Kelly will be sowing the seeds of the old relationship in the second season, and we go back to our regularly scheduled programing

also - can you guys tell I adore Jamie yet? - it would be great for Jamie to have a positive father figure, something he doesn’t have since Jessie did most of the raising.

Mac and Daisy

I know their actors were surprised by this pairing, but Mac and Daisy are perfect. Before Slater asked Jessie to the prom, I shipped Jessie and Zack so hard because they had chemistry and they were friends. Mac and Daisy have the chemistry - and have had it since day one - but also they’re best friends who build each other up and learn from each other. The also appreciate and value each other. Mac tried to teach Daisy how to be rich to get what he wanted, but ultimately he pushed everyone to help her since he knew that she was doing the right thing. And Daisy accused him of not being able to do anything, but she apologizes because she understands that Mac is still working out his issues and most importantly - he’s trying.

And I know this part is self-fulfilling because I’m Latina, but I really want Mac learning about Daisy’s culture and understanding where she’s coming from. Also: Mac interacting with Daisy’s brother would be perfect.

#zack morris #mac morris #lisa turtle #lexi haddad-defabrizio #jessie spano #daisy jiménez #kelly kapowski #jamie spano #ac slater #devante young #screech powers #aisha garcia #saved by the bell #saved by the bell reboot

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Kai Helps You Find a Purpose

Summary- A blue-haired stranger helps you overcome the feeling of being lost after you quit your job. He seems fascinated by the rage in your body and shows you how to use it in an unconventional way.

Warnings- Murder, rape, knifes, blood, Kai Anderson. Words- 1.8k shorty:)

I’ve had this idea in my head for the longest time, so I really appreciate any feedback! I love doing my own ideas but if you prefer when I write requests then I wanna know! Enjoy! :)

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You slam the glass door behind you as you exit your job. Well, old job. No matter how hard you work, your boss refused to see your potential and when you asked him for a raise for the final time and he said no, you gave him an ultimatum. And now you are left to walk out of your old job to the carpark with a backpack full of your belongings. To be honest, you hated that job anyway, and despised the sexist boss. He crossed a line by underappreciating your hard work, even after hours and constantly giving praise to the other fuckers who could barely make a cup of coffee. You walk over straight to his white Mercedes and pull out your pocketknife, hoping that in the dark of the evening nobody will witness your crime. As you squat down to the level of the front right tire and stab it powerfully with your knife, you can feel the feminist rage in your body deflate. After you do the front left and go towards the back one, you see a figure of a broad man standing at the front of the car, watching you. Although you saw him, his voice catches you off guard. And frankly, pisses you off too.

“If you slash all four tires then insurance will pay for it”, he states, assuming that you didn’t know that already. “Slash three”. The mansplaining makes you groan.

“Do I look like I need advice, asshole?”, you reply, rolling your eyes. Contrary to what you expected, the man stays stood watching you and laughs at your remark. When you push the blade from your knife particularly deep, you sigh in satisfaction, but fail to pull it out. You wriggle it around a little before looking up at the man.

“Are you gonna just watch me or at least are you gonna help?”, you ask, tugging at the knife.

“You don’t need my help”, he says quietly and ominously. “Use your strength, work smarter not harder”. The useless advice made you sigh in anger and push the knife in deeper, before practically ripping it out of the tire. He stands leaned over the hood of the car to watch you slash the tire, and smiles widely when you manage to do it by yourself. You stand up and look at him, and he stays smiling, and compliments you on your work.

“See? You don’t need help, you’re strong”, he whispers at you. You can’t help but smile back at the support and at the relief that he won’t snitch on your vandalism. When you take a step towards the curb to walk home, he puts his arm out to stop you and unexpectedly offers to buy you a coffee. You timidly say yes, but when he walks towards his car and opens the door for you, a red blinking alarm goes off in your mind and you kindly refuse to get in a stranger’s car. Although he laughs, he understands, and the two of you walk a mere 2 streets to a restaurant that he claims is owned by his friends. When the two of you walk through the front door of the packed restaurant and he asks for a table and instantly gets it, you have no reason to not believe his connections. You sit awkwardly across from the stranger who introduces himself to you, before praising you on your inexcusable actions.

“It takes a lot of strength to notice when you’re not being appreciated, it takes even more strength to just slash his tires instead of slashing his fucking throat”. His words are so serious that you don’t question how he knows what happened. “What do you want to achieve?”

“I want to make the world a better place in any way I can… I volunteer at soup kitchens all the time… dog shelters… I know it sounds horrible but no matter what I do, it doesn’t feel satisfying or like I’m achieving anything”. He exhales in amusement and you defensively expand.

“It’s like I’m waiting for some good karma to come to me, but all I feel is guilt because I’m doing good things for the wrong reasons”. You look down and swirl around your coffee with a spoon as you wait for him to judge you. All you felt was guilt, you wanted to be a good person and you knew you shouldn’t wait for good things to happen to you just because you’re volunteering. He puts a finger under your chin and makes you look at him. His big black eyes hypnotize you and you wait anxiously for him to speak.

“You need to put your rage towards something good. Anger doesn’t help anybody, but I saw today that you are capable of rage”, he coaxes you quietly. “A strong rage can be used as unlimited energy and shouldn’t be wasted, but put towards something useful… what fills you with rage?”

“The sexism at my work”, you immediately respond. “None of my male co-workers get harassed on the job. They don’t get told to smile or unbutton their shirts for tips. They get raises that they don’t deserve. As long as that keeps happening, I will always be filled with rage”.

The blue haired man hums in agreement and smiles at you. “That’s a solid source”. He drinks the end of his coffee and offers to drive you home.

When the two of you sit in his car, he proposes that instead of going back to the motel you lived at, you come over to his and the two of you could share a drink.

“No, I’m sorry. I need to go home and scream into my pillow”. Although you laugh after saying that, Kai doesn’t.

“What are you achieving with that? That’s like working hard to get money for gas, just to pour it down the drain”, he scolds you and raises his voice with every word. “You have this rage; we’re going to use it for something good!”, he shouts.

“Yes, but how!”, you reply, and watch Kai take a few turns before driving around the same couple of blocks a few times. You sit silently and hope he’ll explain the plan, but he doesn’t, instead he slowly drives down the streets, carefully inspecting the alleyways. Finally, when a short hum escapes his lips, he pulls his car over and points towards an alleyway on the other side of the street.

“Look what’s happening”.

You narrow your eyes trying to see down the dark alleyway and unbuckle your seatbelt to lean over closer to Kai. A man down the side of a building is stumbling slightly with a gun in his hand, pinning a woman against the wall and forcibly pulling her clothes off, only for her to try to push him away.

“Wait… is he uh-”

“What is your feminism fuelled rage telling you to do?”

You look Kai dead in the eye and his black eyes and clenched jaw silently ask you whether you’re willing to do what it takes. Saying that you want the world to be a better place means jack shit if you’re not ready to singlehandedly protect your sisters and put your rage towards making the world cleaner and safer. Not tomorrow, not in years to come, but now.

Without another second of thought, you jump out of the car and run to the alley, Kai following closely behind. Kai grabs the drunk man by the shoulders and rips him off the wall, allowing you access to push the woman out of the alleyway and onto the street, letting her immediately start running. The drunk attempts to fight Kai, throwing hard punches that all miss. Not wanting to steal your spotlight, Kai throws the man into the wall, letting you take out your feminist rage on his face. You put your hands in his hair and grip tightly, repeatedly smashing his face into the brick wall, leaving instant blood stains and scratches. Hopefully, a lifetime reminder of the scum he is. In order to save him the disgust of having to look at himself in the mirror, you drag his face along the wall, hoping that the cracks in the wall will be enough to leave his face bleeding.

“Work smarter; not harder”, Kai reminds you.

You release the man from your grip and watch him stumble and lean against the wall for support, giving you enough time to take your pocketknife back out and plunge in straight into the mans crotch. As he sloppily yells in pain, Kai grabs the gun out of his hand and throws it over a fence, just in case he gets any ideas. The intoxicating high of seeing this rapist bleed and cry in pain gives you one last kick of confidence, which you use to twist the knife in his ball sack before ripping it out. Kai stands watching you, smirking and almost hard, listening to the beaten-up motherfucker pant and sob. Kai pushes you out of the way and shoves him to the ground one last time, before grabbing your hand and legging it to the car.

When you sink to the car seat, trying to catch your breath, not a single thought coming to your mind for the first few seconds. The adrenaline of assault makes your heart want to jump out of your chest. But when you look over at Kai, expecting him to mirror you, he sits calmly, waiting for you to calm down. Your head is blurred with disbelief at what you just did, but despite knowing in your mind that violence isn’t the answer, you sit there as Kai starts driving and wait for the guilt to overpower your body. But it just…doesn’t.

“I’m so proud of you”, Kai says and puts his hand on your thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m waiting for the guilt to kick in”

“It won’t”, Kai informs you. “You don’t care about the homeless or animals”

“What?! Of course, I do-”

“No, you don’t. You care about sexism. That’s what powers you. How many statistics do you know about rape? How much do you know about rape prevention? Feminism? Malala and Michelle fucking Obama?!”, he yells.

“That’s what fills you with rage, and that’s what begins the unlimited cycle”. Although his words sounded so sure and factual, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I don’t want to do it with violence”. Your voice weakens which makes Kai huff in amusement. He parks his car outside your motel and turns to you.

“You just made the world a better place. You saved that woman. That scum will never be able to reproduce. If you weren’t doing the right thing, you’d feel guilty”. You look up at him with worried eyebrows and he gives you a warm reassuring smile. You can’t deny his words, and the adrenaline and sense of accomplishment overshadow any speck of guilt you’re meant to feel. Just as you’re about to open the car door to get out, he puts his hand on your shoulder and looks at you once more.

“I’ll come by and get you tomorrow, I want you to meet my friends”

#american horror story #ahs #american horror story cult #ahs cult #kai anderson #kai anderson x #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson imagine #murder story #evan peters #evan peters character #ahs imagine #american horror story imagine

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meher-sumedha · 3 years

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Gwynriel Headcanon : Mafia Au

Again, I thought about this at 3am so fucking forgive me. Anyways Enjoy!

Edit : also, I forgot to mention that this is inspired from @aelingalathyniusrailme 's pirate au headcanon, so if you're not read that, you really REALLY should. Cause it's amazing. Anyways, on with the mafia trope -

Gwyn hated this guy. She fucking hated this guy so much, yet she had to make a deal with him, after he broke their first one. Gwyn, along with her seconds, Nesta and Feyre were going to a club. Apparently this guy had a thing for a strip club.

Gwyn had agreed, not because she wanted to, oh no. All she wanted to do was rip that guy's throat out and kill everyone in his gang. They were going neck on neck to be the best mafia in the world.

And Gwyn wanted to eliminate the competition. But by doing that, she would invite more attention than needed, and her illegal businesses could get exposed.

So she listened to her father. Who hated the shadowsingers as much as she did, but she obeyed his orders. Going against his orders only would only push her towards not getting the gang.

Oh yes, her twin brother, Catra. Boy did she hate him. Even though she was the eldest, her father was going to give the gang to Catra, just because he was a boy. Fucking sexism, thought Gwyn.

Being a woman had more cons than pros, and she knew that. But she fucking hated the treatment she got from her father, even when she obeyed all of his orders, and did all of his dirty work.

So, now Gwyn was going to do another thing she didn't want to. She was going to meet up with Azriel and his assistants, or whatever they were.

She was wearing a stunning green gown, the colour of her gang, The Serpents, which exposed as much skin as needed. As much as she hated getting unequal treatment, she had turned it into her advantage. Whenever she wanted someone to sign or do something, she would simply show them her stunning legs or become a little flirty. That always makes the others underestimate her. Idiots, she thought.

As much as she hated doing that, it always worked. So Gwyn was going to do that again. But when that didn't work, Gwyn had no problem. But today she had worn a less exposing gown as ahe knew gangs like shadowsinger were smart enough to not underestimate her. But she could care less, as she always had some knives up her sleeve.

They suddenly came in front of a place, sound blasting their ears. Gwyn then gave earpieces to both of them, and wore one herself. If something were to happen and they got separated, they could still communicate.

Gwyn had made sure her guards were stationed at their places, but she also noticed some unknown guards. Hmm, so the shadowsingers aren't total idiots, good to know.

And then she entered the club. Strip dancers everywhere. Dancing and doing whatnot. Then she saw Azriel in a booth. A chill expression on his face. He met her gaze, and smirked. He raised his glass towards her.

Gods Gwyn was going to have to drink a lot to get through this night. So she a shot of tequila when a nearby waiter came. Let the games begin.

She walked towards Azriel, her seconds following her and sat across the table, Nesta and Feyre joining her. She was directly in front of Azriel. He smirked and waited, he was never the one to make the first move.

So Gwyn started, "I thought we had a deal, " Azriel finally got interested in the conversation and took a sip of his whiskey. He sighed and after a minute replied with amusement, "A deal is not a deal, until it is done. "

Gwyn wasn't amused, not at all, so she asked a waitor to get her some tequila shots, she needed them desperately. But until then, she had to wait and continue this conversation, "The deal was to do nothing. We both mind our own business, and not steal each other's businesses. "

"Now why would I negotiate when I already have everything. I can easily steal your, oh sorry, I meant your brother's clients easily and put your illegal business, out of business. "

Oh he touched a nerve, but calm down Gwyn. Don't shoot him in the head, don't shoot him in the head, don't shoot him in the head. You need this. You need this, you need this.

He continued, "I'll tell you what. You assassinate your brother and father. We all know that you are the real boss of the serpents, so why not take them and I'll think about our deal. " And this made Gwyn chuckle darkly. She had thought about it as well.

But that was stupid. Most of her clients were sexist piece of shits and would never buy from a woman. Azriel was smart, but not smarter than Gwyn. So she got up, and so did her seconds. "I don't think so shadowsinger. I'm perfectly fine being the underdog. But winning is so much more sweeter when the ones who underestimate you, beg. "

And then she took out a gun and pointed it at Azriel's chest. Her seconds too pointed the gun at his goons. Azriel just sat there lazily, not giving a fuck. While his goons took out their guns and pointed them at Gwyn

Gwyn smiled and said, "shoot them" And yet her seconds didn't. Azriel burst out laughing and this time Gwyn was confused. But then she noticed the way her seconds were looking at his goons. Fuck.

She understood what the hell was happening. But she didn't have time to react, cause everywhere there was the sound of the guns shooting. She bent down and looked at Azriel, she knew he wouldn't do such a thing, but there was one gang who hated the both gangs equally. Gwyn's suspicions were confirmed when she heard the laugh. The laugh that haunted her, the laugh of the Hyberns.

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