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faithandfairies · 2 years

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Law & Order SVU Season 23 Finale; I Hope the Barson Ship Will Finally Sail

Okay, so I just finished that Law & Order SVU season 23 finale and Oooooooh.

It pretty much covered everything I’ve been saying and thinking about this show.

Well, about Benson, I guess.

I also don’t think I’ve ever seen her this self-aware before.

But, you know, that’s necessary when you actually want to move forward.

There’s this quote that says something like “It’s fun to be cool and aloof until you realize that if you want love you’re going to have to make a fool of yourself and ask for it.”

And Lord, is that true.

Anyway,

I get why Benson is angry. I think she sees Barba going against her wishes as a boundary overstepped. And he has always been the one who she could trust not to do that. So that’s fair.

And it’s also that a friend and someone she loves defended a murderer when he didn’t have to which in itself is an act she hates.

And then on top of that the murderer almost personally hurt her by hurting Elliot through killing Kathy.

But then again, the fact that Barba did go against her wishes in this case to me only underlines how much he loves her and that she can trust him to do what’s best for her. Even if she doesn’t want other people making those decisions for her, she does deserve someone who has her best interests at heart even when she doesn’t.

The fact that she’s angry about it, very angry in fact, and not indifferent to me is another sign that she loves him.

But I think that part of the reason she might be so angry at him is because she didn’t expect what she sees as betrayal. With Elliot I would say she’s used to his nonsense and enables it. With Barba she isn’t so she holds him to a higher standard, which I think is good. Good for the both of them and will be good if they decide to pursue a romantic relationship.

But honestly, I think if you pull back all the layers, the other reason she’s so angry at him is because it’s getting harder for her to ignore his feelings for her. Because with him blatantly telling her he only defended Wheatley to protect her, it doesn’t take a genius to deduce that the reason he would do that is because he loves her. Why else? And she isn’t stupid, far from it, so you know she got the message even though she’s trying to ignore it.

I think it’s probably even more frustrating because she actually loves him. He’s the only person aside from maybe Rollins, that she’s clearly let into her life as far as she has. And she has definitely let him into her heart. She’s been deliberately vulnerable with him in ways I’ve rarely seen her be with others if at all.

And it just, it brings me back to ADA Stone because with Stone, he too was in love with her but made it easy for her to ignore it until he couldn’t anymore. The difference being that I couldn’t see her pursuing anything with Stone and Stone knew it too.

And you know, when Barba and Benson first started working together I watched those episodes and I completely missed the signs initially like I did with Stone. And then I re-watched Barba and Benson’s journey and it was just so obvious, the amount of times he asked her out for drinks before she even said yes, but he never gave up, the way he was always trying to brighten up her day and make her smile.

Even when they first met you could see her reputation preceded her and he was a bit in awe.

The fact that he mentioned her to his mother to the point his mother recognized her name when they met.

The way he looked completely hurt and at his wit’s end when he realized she got into a relationship with Tucker while he was right there. This is when I really and truly knew he was irrevocably in love with her and it actually took me by surprise because he looked like his world was ending when he found out about Tucker.

Barba kind of reminds me of Castle in the Castle TV show where he pursued Beckett, who I always felt was initially based on Benson, for years before she saw him, actually saw him and finally admitted to herself and him that she loved and wanted him.

I feel like Barba is Benson’s Castle. I never thought I’d see the day, but the man has been by her side quietly waiting for her to see him and recognize how much he loves her and actually allow him to love her properly for ages.

Through drinks and conversations and just showing up for her and being a shoulder for her to cry on when she needed one.

And now not only has he told her he was only protecting her through doing the thing that pissed her off at him,

he has legitimately now also told her that he

- misses her

- loves her unconditionally

- will wait for her until she’s ready

(x)

He has also straight up called Elliot a bully, which, the man is spitting facts but in the same breath he has also validated her feelings for Elliot. Barba’s a real one.

Barba, he’s no longer allowing Benson to ignore his feelings for her.

He’s literally telling her he loves her and is asking her to love him back when she’s ready. The man has literally bared his soul to her which in itself is incredibly hard to do but opposite someone who isn’t in a state to receive anything you have to say and might never be again, astronomically hard. But he did it anyway because she’s worth it and he’d be damned if he didn’t paint a full picture for her in what might be his last chance to do so.

Stone told her how he felt and then walked away, not asking her for anything and not waiting for any kind of response because he knew what it was going to be.

But Barba, he knows. He knows her. And so he knows. And he sees a future with her and is willing to wait for it. Wait for her. To be ready.

He’s a man who adores her and would literally do anything for her, but still manages to keep his job and integrity even so, I mean, what more could you want?

I feel like I’m rambling but I just really want this for the both of them. I want him to come back in a more consistent capacity and for them to rebuild their relationship and get together romantically.

And I don’t know that it’s necessary for her to pursue something with Elliot first.

This finale episode it felt like the battered victim was meant to parallel Benson. Where I think she said herself that that woman’s husband kept upending her life by coming back into it. Even more interesting is that this woman kept calling this man who was bad for her back into her life herself expecting him to put the pieces of it back together when he was the one who broke her in the first place.

And I think pursuing something with Elliot would do that to Benson, upend her life.

And she finally, finally has a good stable life.

I just don’t want what, 10+ years of her own hard work putting her life back together after Elliot walked out of it to go down the drain.

Barba brings her peace. Elliot brings chaos.

Look at them. These two dorks belong together and I need them to make it happen for the good of themselves and humankind.

(She said she misses him too so we’re one third of the way there.)

(x)

After thinking about it I have decided to take a step away from this show until it decides who Benson ends up with because I won’t be baited by a straight show. I just won’t do it. Life’s too short.

#law and order svu #svu #barson #benson and barba #rambly post because I have a lot of feelings and I want them to be happy because it's what they deserve #benson #barba

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thekatebridgerton · 2 years

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Elliot definitely claims he isn’t the paternal type when it comes to infants, after baby Amelia spit up on him, he refuses to hold the babies. He looks at them and still loves them, but only hangs about to read the books and stuff. But over time mellowed out about kids and fell in love with Amanda and Oliver just as he did with his plant goddess. He fell in love again with each baby he and Philly welcomed into the world. He really said “fuck gender norms I’m Sir. Elliot Crane”

The only reasons Elliot has never fought Anthony for the Viscountcy despite believing himself a better fighter and a better leader. Is that the first time he tried Anthony was all about abdicating the position as long as Elliot promised to have a heir within the year.

Elliot was 18, he never mentioned being a Viscount ever again. And grumbled to Penelope that if Anthony's condition for letting him be the leader of the family wasn't marrying and siring a heir, he'd already have beat his elder brother in a fair fight.

(I still think that in Cannon the only reason Eloise never fought Anthony in a fistfight for her right to tell him what to do is because she wanted to spare Anthony the embarrassment of being beat up by a woman)

I have this HC that when they were younger, everytime Elliot got angry about not being the firstborn and Anthony getting to have all the power, Anthony would just decide to have a week vacation somewhere and leave all the responsibility and paperwork of the estate in Elliot's hands. (With Benedict and Violet secretly supervising of course) just to shut Elliot up

Anthony would return from his vacation and Elliot would run from the paperwork faster than anyone could catch him.

When Anthony did marry and had Edmund, Elliot avoided Anthony even more, lest he get any ideas of going on a world tour with Kate and the baby and leaving Elliot in charge while Benedict and Colin laugh behind his back.

Sure he's a good uncle to his nieces and nephews but El has never thought about having children of his own. Since it's not like he needs to have an heir to inherit his bachelor pad in Knightsbridge. But his siblings kids are not that bad and being uncle Elliot the one who brings them books instead of candy is a worthy occupational. So he's going to stay a bachelor and spoil all of them

And then he meets Philly, and her children. Who are a total menace. And may actually be trying to kill him.

Elliot LOVES IT. Teaching this kids how to behave is the most fun he's had in ages. He spends time plotting how to outprank them and show them who the master pranker really is and in the process realizes that hey, maybe he could be a father to these children. He can't imagine ever seeing them hurt or lonely or sad. He wants to do things with them that they missed out on by not having a father all this time.

And Philly is absolutely in awe at how he adapts to her little family like if he's always been there. And when Philly got pregnant with baby Penelope, Elliot was over the moon. He's going to be a dad AGAIN!! Let's make more babies so more little people can call him dad and he will love them all because they're part of Philly and him

Call him Sir Elliot, protector of the house, Father of the best kids in the world and husband to an amazing Lady. Philly has her plants, he has his study and they both get a noisy house of kids who are always up to something. That's the kind of exiting stuff he's always wanted

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #genderbent eloise bridgerton #genderbent philoise #genderbent Phillip Crane #eloise bridgerton #sir phillip crane

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seconds-not-decades · 2 years

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Step {Back} In Time

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season two being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Slightly long post, cursing, violence, and injuries.

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The Majestic 12

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On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.

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Five and Karina were standing outside Luther's apartment, waiting with the car. Vanya was inside Luther's apartment, tending to his injuries.

"Do you think Vanya will be okay in there?" Karina fiddled with her ring some.

"Yeah, I think they're fine," he nodded, arms crossed over his chest.

Five couldn't be more wrong. Suddenly, Luther punched a giant hole in the wall, causing a bunch of bricks to fall. He death glared down at the two. Five scoffed up at him and grinned in amusement.

"As you were saying?" Karina looked at him before Vanya appeared.

And she definitely didn't look too happy either as Five and Karina went over to her.

"Well, that clearly went well," Five commented. "You ready to go?" he followed her.

"I'm going back to the farm," Vanya spoke.

"Hey. Unacceptable, Vanya!" Five ran to her side. "Remember, we need to stick together."

"Oh, why, so I don't end the world again?" she turned to face him and Karina shot Five a "told you you should have told her" look.

Five whipped to look up at Luther as Vanya got into the car. "Stupid-" Five broke off.

"Were you even gonna tell me?" Vanya questioned.

"You know what? In my defense, no, all right?" Five responded honestly. "And can you blame me? When you…you get angry, shit blows up."

"Great. Are there any other family secrets you failed to mention?" Vanya scoffed before getting in her car.

Five groaned as she shut the door on him. "A boatload, Vanya, which I don't have the luxury of sharing them with the-" he sighed and knocked on the window.

Vanya grudgingly rolled it down.

"The clock is ticking on doomsday. Just tell me that when I need you, you'll be ready," he continued.

"I can't help you, Five," she returned and Five looked almost crestfallen. "I don't even know who I am."

"You're our sister!" he exclaimed as she started the car engine. "And a member of the Umbrella Academy. Like it or not, that's who you are."

"Look, that's who I was, okay?" Vanya looked at him. "New timeline, new me."

"No, that's not how it work-" Five shouted as she drove away and he threw his hands up. He sighed.

"Rounding up your family has been going wondrously splendid, I'd say," Karina rather sarcastically observed.

Five held back an eye roll as he looked up at Luther. Luther stuck up his middle finger at the couple and Five shot him an exasperated look.

"Wonder if it's too late to be un-adopted," Five scoffed, wrapping his arm around Karina's waist and walking away with her by his side.

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Five and Karina were back at Elliot's. Karina was helping Lila change Diego's dressing and making sure his wound was healing properly.

"So, what, you just let her go?" Diego questioned.

"Well, Vanya had a lot to process," Five admitted with a sigh, pacing around. "She'll come around. I know she will."

"What about the guys that went after her?"

"The Swedes?"

"Yeah, I mean, how do you know they won't go after her again?" Diego reasoned as Elliot handed out cups of coffee and/or tea.

"We don't," Karina replied.

"Mm, any idea who sent them?" Lila piped up.

"Oh, I have my suspicions," Five's eyes flicked to her briefly. He shot her a sarcastic smile as he picked up a cup of coffee. "But right now, our priority is finding Dad and getting answers, 'cause everything else depends on it."

"Which, for the record, I found him already," Diego remarked.

"And then let him go before we could have a meaningful conversation," Five pointed out as he sat down across from them.

"He stabbed me."

"I'm surprised he waited this long, Diego. We've all had the urge," Five shot back instantly.

Lila laughed and Elliott chuckled.

"Good one," Lila held her hand up to give Five a high five, but he glanced at her suspiciously.

"Good thing I know where Dad's gonna be tonight," he continued, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to his brother.

Diego sighed as he snatched it. "Where'd you get this?"

"Found it at his office while he was busy stabbing you."

Diego laughed sarcastically and mockingly.

"Hmm," Lila mused.

"'Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala'," Karina read off.

"Whoa, wait," Elliot spoke up, stunned. "Hoyt Hillenkoetter?" he repeated, causing everyone to look at him. "Are you serious?"

"You know him?" Five questioned as Lila gasped out, "We should go. Says there's gonna be a seafood tower."

"No, Hillenkoetter is…is one of the Majestic Twelve," Elliot corrected.

"The hell is the Majestic Twelve?" Diego frowned.

"What?" Elliot went over to a table and everyone watched him. "It's a…a secret committee. Uh, scientists, military, uh, deep state. No one knows what they really do."

"Wait, so they're government?" Diego grunted as he sat up.

"Shadow government," Elliot corrected him. "Yeah, Kennedy was the first president to try to push 'em into the light, but these guys are not to be trifled with. Oh…" he found a piece of paper. "Oh, here we go. Ah, right here." He went over and laid the paper down on the table for them to see. "This, uh…oh, right here." He pointed to a man in the photo. "That's Hoyt right there."

"Huh," everyone grunted, studying the photograph.

"I only count 11," Karina announced softly.

"Well, that's because they've only identified 11 so far," Elliot returned.

"Who's the twelfth?" Diego wanted to know.

Five looked at him knowingly and the two realized who it was in that moment:

Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

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Diego, Lila, Five, and Karina were hiding behind a wall right outside of the rather large, lovely building.

Diego was the first to climb it and the others followed, crouching behind a car.

"So, what's the plan?" Karina softly asked.

"We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time," Diego replied.

"What the hell's he talking about?" Lila glanced back at Five.

"Find the old man and get out fast," he replied simply.

"That's what I said," Diego remarked. "On me." He slipped off to hide behind another car.

"After you two," Lila told Five and Karina. Though Five's eyes narrowed and he was staring her down. "What, I can't be polite?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Cut the crap, all right?" Five rather harshly stated. "My dimwitted brother might buy your bullshit, but I don't trust you for a second."

"O ye of little faith."

"Stick it up your ass."

"Any chance we can proceed to get inside before something or someone accidentally blows our cover somehow?" Karina cut through the rising tension.

Five was fake smiling at Lila, daring her to make a move. Lila scoffed and ducked to join Diego.

Karina started to go first.

"What-wait!" Five grabbed her wrist.

"I know you don't trust Lila and nor do I, but you need to remember to be a little more civilized before you get into close proximity with her again," Karina eyed him.

"Rina, I'm telling, something's not adding up about her. She gives me a bad feeling."

"As do I. But right now, we have to put aside those feelings and find Sir Reginald."

"Fine."

Karina gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek before the two joined Diego and Lila. Soon the four ducked and ran inside the place.

The party seemed to be in full swing. Slow mariachi music played in the background and there was an overlapping chatter in the air. The four went inside and immediately Five slid off two flutes of champagne from the server, handing one to Karina. They followed Diego and Lila, looking around at the dressed up crowds.

They paused in an uncrowded part of the hallway.

"I don't see Dad anywhere," Diego announced.

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve," Five tucked Karina's hand into his elbow rather formally and politely. "We got the upstairs. Diego, try not to do anything too stupid."

Lila chuckled as Five led Karina off and the two snuck off upstairs.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" she asked him quietly as they journeyed up to the second floor.

"No. But we don't have much other choice," Five sighed.

"I have a bad feeling about this. It feels like something's wrong."

He paused and glanced at Karina in concern. "Are you okay? Your face is paler than normal."

"I'm fine. Probably just the heat and this dress," she laughed it off, glancing down at her knee length purple dress.

Though she liked it, heat or not. Five surprised her with it and she didn't know where he got it. More or less how.

"You look lovely, darling," he smiled and kissed her cheek. "The pearls make for a good addition."

Karina blushed but stiffened when footsteps approached down the hall. Instantly, Five blinked the two into a random room near them. A group of well dressed, older men filed by and disappeared into a meeting room not far from where the two were hiding. Once they were all gone, the two quietly snuck out of the room and Five shut the door. He glanced at her and blinked them out of the hall.

They reappeared in a closet in the room where the men were gathered. Five made his way towards the door, peeking through the blinds. Karina was pressed against his side.

"The president is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen," a man informed. "And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business. I've confirmed the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm Street. We'll have our people in place."

"Gentlemen, this plan of yours seems ill-timed," Sir Reginald himself spoke.

"It's going to be a turkey shoot," another man remarked.

A soft clatter in the distance made Sir Reginald's head whip around in the direction of the noise.

"Dad?" Five whispered, his grip around Karina's waist tightening ever so slightly.

"Shhh," Sir Reginald hushed the others, slowly getting up. He got an object near the fireplace and headed over to the closet.

Five watched him closely as Karina subtly tapped the back of his hand. He quickly blinked them out just before Reginald started stabbing at the door.

They reappeared in the hall of the second floor, exhaling sharply. Five turned and saw Otto standing there.

"Shit!" he drew out as Otto grabbed Five and slammed him against the wall. Five grunted and blinked out before he was ran into the other wall.

Five blinked and then reappeared behind him. Karina punched him as Five kicked him in the back of his leg, sending him to his knees. Five jumped on his back and tried to strangle him. The brother ended up flipping Five over him, making him land on Karina as they cried out in pain.

"Goddamnit!" Karina yelped.

Five blinked off of her. Karina kicked Otto and rolled out of the way before she got punched. Five reappeared again behind them as she ran to his side. He tried to blink them out, but only faint orbs of blue sputtered from his fists.

"Oh, shit," Five drew out before he got punched.

Karina ducked and tried to block one, but Otto grabbed her and slammed her into the wall.

"Rina!" Five yelled before Otto punched him again.

Karina groaned in pain, clutching her head as she stumbled to her feet. Diego came upstairs at that moment and saw Otto alternating between beating up the couple.

"Five! Karina!" he gasped before Oscar tried to strangle him. Axel took on beating up Diego.

Karina barely got to her feet before she leapt onto Otto's back, wrapping her arm around his throat tightly to give Five a break.

"Come on!" she grunted as he ended up jumping and landing on his back, crushing her beneath him.

She screamed out in pain when she banged her head on the floor so hard she could have sworn she saw stars. In a dizzy spell, she tried to get to her feet but Otto kicked her in the face and knocked her back down.

"Rina, hold on, love!" Five yanked Otto away from her and Otto whipped around to punch him.

Lila got upstairs to see the chaos. Diego was still getting beat up by Axel and Oscar while Otto punched Five in the stomach, knocking him into the wall. Karina slipped her heel off and hit Otto with it. He stumbled back before she kicked him across the face but he caught her leg, sweeping out beneath her and making her fall. Before she could react, he kicked her in the ribs.

"Lila! Help me!" Diego choked out when he saw her. "Lila! Help…" he was desperately gazing at her.

Lila's eyes flicked to Five and she grabbed one of his knives sticking out of the wardrobe, taking off to rescue him and Karina. Diego groaned when he got punched in the face. Lila leapt off the wall and grabbed the chandelier, wrapping her legs around Otto and trying to suffocate him. Five fell to his knees, watching her as he shakily helped Karina sit up, though she was gasping for air. Otto ended up flipping Lila off of him and she rolled out of it, looking up at Five.

"You're welcome," she remarked.

Five's eyes widened as he saw Otto stumble to his feet and he ran to him, knocking him out the window. Lila went over to gently help Karina stand up.

"You don't look too hot there," Lila noticed the bloody cuts.

Karina waved it off, clutching her side. "It could be worse," she wheezed out.

Five looked out the window to see Sir Reginald with Grace below. He looked at Karina apologetically, taking him with her as they blinked out.

They reappeared behind the side of the building and Karina ended up turning away from Five and throwing up, bracing the wall for support.

"Rina! Shit, Rina, oh my God, darling, are you okay?" Five steadied her.

"Ask me that again tomorrow," she faintly whispered, swallowing hard. "Five, Reginald…" she pointed to him about to get into his car. "Go…" she sank to the ground, trying to make the world stop spinning.

Five smoothed some hair out of her face and kissed her forehead hastily. He raced out as Sir Reginald was about to get in his car and he started yelling to him in Ancient Greek. Reginald turned to face him as he continued, desperately trying to get him to come over.

Without so much a response or an acknowledgement, Reginald got into his car and it whisked him away. Five watched him go as Karina weakly joined his side.

"Five?" she glanced at him as Diego and Lila raced over to them.

"Was that him?" Diego asked.

"Yeah," Five brought Karina to his side, supporting her as she leaned into him.

All four took a collective breath.

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#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves #aidan gallagher #tua five #tua season two #tua s2 #tua fanfic #tua fandom #number five #lila pitts

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sometimes-men-need-help-too · 2 years

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Okay, so from what i’ve read on your pinned comment, you are a Christian person, so I want to hear your opinion on the Chris Pratt hate. Lately, he’s been getting hate because… he went to a church that’s homophobic. There are others that went to that homophobic church and they don’t get hate for it, which just feels so hypocritical. Most churches (not all churches) are homophobic, and saying that he’s a homophobe for associating himself with a homophobic church is ridiculous, because what about the other celebs that’s currently go there or used to go there?

I’ve been remaining neutral in Chris Pratt because I feel indifferent to him, but seeing people make stuff up about him just irritates me because it comes off as people actively looking for something to get mad at. I just want to know what you personally think.

I’ve seen him get hate for a few different things.

- He made a joke about voting during the 2020 election because celebrities were telling people to vote and said this:

With all that's going on in the world it is more important than ever that you vote. Just ask any celebrity. They will tell you. Every day. Several times a day. To vote. But me? I will tell you EXACTLY who to vote for. #Onward. The heroes before us did not spill their blood only to have their sacrifices wasted by your apathy. The upcoming 2020 People's Choice Awards is the most consequential vote in the history of mankind times a million infinity. Vote for #onward for family movie of the year. Or else. You WILL die. No hyperbole. Click on the link in my bio. Let your voice be heard.

I think that’s funny. It’s harmless and true about the celebrity part. I know elections are important but I don’t think there’s any reason to get upset by this.

- He'd made a birthday post for his wife (six weeks early) and had said the words "healthy daughter" and people got mad because he has a son with his previous wife who has a physical disability

So basically, people felt like it was a dig at his son because he used the word healthy. Again, I don’t really see anything wrong with it. I don’t know. I think people are overreacting here. I don’t think it’s his way of saying he loves his daughter more because she’s “normal”

And obviously, if I’m wrong then that’s pretty awful of him to do so

- He wasn’t at a Joe Biden fundraiser that his other costars were at so people started to speculate that he’s a republican and they got angry

He’d come out and said he’s not overly political an from the sound of it doesn’t belong to either party, he’s just more in the middle.

Nowadays it's certainty expected to be upfront about your politics, especially as a celebrity and people don't realize it's okay not to be overly political. It's okay not to get super involved.

And the what you’re talking about, I believe that started (or more so, anyway) when Elliot Page made a tweet that was pretty much directed to him. That definitely fueled things. That might have been after Elliot came out as trans--I dunno.

I think a lot of this is just ridiculous and people overreacting and looking far deeper into things than they should. Some people have chosen him as the “bad guy” so it won’t take much to rile them up

And none of this is coming from someone who is a fan of him--I don’t believe I’ve seen anything he’s in. Than again, I don’t watch a ton of movies to begin with lol

#answered asks

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Politics and Violence- Part 2

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Elliot approaches the reader at school, violent blushing and flirting ensures. It ends with Elliot, very forwardly, asking the reader on a date. When the reader returns home, she faces a kind of angry Fez, demanding that she tell him what's she's been hiding from him. Drama ensures.

Song: "Acai Bowl" by Dominic Fike (I like the vibe especially during the flirty scenes in this)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drugs, sexy flirting and pretty substantial sexual tension lol.

A/n: Look guys, I'm early!! I love all of you and I'm very stoked for you guys to read this :) Some of these convos were based off of things I found on pinterest lmao.

I’m going to be honest. I’m definitely going against every piece of advice that has ever been given to me about love.

I’m diving head first into him, a smile on my face, my heart thumping against my ribs every time I speak to him or see him. He was just an addictive person; his smile, his hair, the way his eyes squint when he’s laughing at me, his voice. He would call me every night, his quiet, deep voice making my stomach flutter.

These were the types of feelings that my grandmother told me to avoid at all cost. To not trust the cute boys with the soft brown eyes, those that resemble a puppy dog. She would tell me to run for the hills the minute they looked my way and to keep my heart close to my chest. Sadly for her, I wore my heart quite visibly on my sleeve and so did Elliot.

He was slowly becoming my best friend, surpassing anyone else around me on my list of favorite people. He listened, he watched and paid attention to my every move, he was interested in any idea I had to share and any story I had to tell. And, not that it’s the most important thing in the world, but he is an amazing kisser.

Though we mutually agreed that we would take time to get to know each other, that did not keep us from flirting from sunrise to sunset. He would snapchat me pictures, fresh out of the shower, my jaw dropping at the sight. In return, I’d send him back a picture of me in my mirror at night, just a t-shirt covering my body. We drove each other crazy and I think that’s what I loved most about our relationship. It was no pressure and fun.

Fezco was starting to get suspicious, his eyes trying to catch a glance of my phone when I would smile widely at the screen. He would ask me occasionally what I was up to, if I was getting into any sort of trouble without him. I would just respond with a simple shrug, brushing it off and keeping it vague. I know that I can tell him and be honest that I had been talking to a boy for the last month or so. He had his own relationships, Lexi Howard coming over occasionally and spending a bit too much time at our home for her to be considered just a friend. But just like he liked his privacy, I liked mine.

My gaze moves from the white board, the lights dim as the teacher shows a presentation on the male anatomy. Not exactly the way I’d like to learn more about dicks, thank you very much. Finding Elliot from across the room, his eyes are already on me, a soft smile on his lips. His hand lifts in a bashful wave, my eyes rolling playfully at him as my cheeks warm. I watch as he holds his phone up, my own vibrating in my lap. Opening the device, I smirk at his text.

From Brat Tamer: You’ve been looking at me awfully a lot. Do I have something on my face?

My lips curl into a sassy smile, my eyes flickering back up to the teacher to make sure she can’t see me typing out a response. The last thing I needed was her catching me and taking my phone to read the message out loud to the rest of the class. But this is a sexual education class for a reason, am I right?

To Brat Tamer: No, sadly you have nothing on your face.

I watch as his eyebrows pull together in confusion, his eyes catching mine and almost saying ‘what’s that supposed to mean?’. I just shrug playfully, watching him with a smirk as he types out a response. My heart thumps in my chest at the response, knowing exactly what to say to drive him crazy.

From Brat Tamer: What do you mean sadly? What should I have on my face?

I hear his quiet laugh from across the room, looking at me expectantly as I press send, my message naughtier than it should be. I see a look of realization pass across his face, watching as he gulps and shifts in his seat. Looking back down at my message, I giggle under my breath.

To Brat Tamer: Me.

Elliot quickly shoves his phone back in his pocket, his hand reaching down to palm himself through his sweats. I grin proudly, my attention flicking back to the teacher as she points at a very crude image of a penis.

My ears are barely tuned into her words, my mind running to places that aren’t exactly the most appropriate. I’m sure he’ll approach me after class, his teasing intensifying as he gets me in his hold. He knows that I’m done for the minute his hands rest on my waist, my words stuck in my throat. I’m all talk for sure.

“-which brings us into our next fact which is 'human sperm contains sugar’.” The teacher says, my ears immediately perking up as I let out a laugh, the students' attention on me as I snort.

“Then why isn’t it sweet?” I point out, Elliot’s giggles heard from across the room as he tosses his head back. The teacher just looks at me, genuinely shocked but I could tell that she was also thinking the same thing. She stutters a bit as she forms a response, watching me carefully as I lean back in my chair.

“What?” She asks meekly, her face still shocked as I shrug, clearing my throat.

“What?” I respond simply, the teacher just sending me one last confused look before carrying on with her lesson. I snicker under my breath as my phone buzzes once more, my ears tuning out the rest of the lesson.

From Brat Tamer: Meet me in the courtyard after class, xo.

A smirk stretches out across my lips as I take a seat on the steps of the courtyard, following Elliot’s orders of where to meet him. My fingers scroll aimlessly through social media, my stomach fluttering with nerves. They were good nerves, the thought of Elliot being close to me again after a few days of not seeing each other over the weekend makes my head spin.

I watch as Elliot opens the door across from me, his eyes flickering around the area to find me. When his eyes lock on mine, a bright smile takes over his face, his eyes dipping to look at the ground nervously. I sit up straighter, shoving my phone into my pocket as he approaches me.

“Hi honey.” He smiles, slipping down next to me as my cheeks flush at the gentle nickname. I send him a nervous smile, bumping my shoulder with his as he chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He pulls me to him with a laugh, his lips pressing against the side of my head. “Don’t gotta be nervous- relax.” He whispers, rubbing my arm gently as I shake out my nerves. He just chuckles lightly, knowing me well enough to know that his presence still puts me on edge. Without being behind a screen or weed in my system, I was a whole lot less ballsy. “You’re such a smartass, ya know that?” He says suddenly, looking down at me as his hand moves to rest on my waist, his dark eyes flickering between mine.

“Why?” I ask quietly, my eyebrows pulling together as he rolls his eyes playfully, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. The motion makes my heart stop for a second, the need to feel his lips on mine overwhelming me.

“Then why isn’t it sweet- Like who thinks of that shit?” He mocks teasingly, his voice raising a few octaves as I snort. My eyes roll at the mention of the class, my cheeks warming a bit as I shake my head with a smile.

“Me. I think of that shit.” I giggle, taking it a step further, placing my hand on his knee as he rubs my back. The movement is so simple but it makes my heart swell happily, needing to feel his touch. His expression turns into something more mischievous as he leans into me, his nose bumping against mine.

“Wanna test that theory?” He whispers, his eyes flickering down to my lips as I swallow roughly.

“What theory?” I squeak, all thoughts of anything else completely abandoned at his proximity.

“If it’s sweet.” His innuendo makes my eyes flicker nervously away from him, a shocked laugh leaving my lips as I hide behind my hands. “You’re all fucking talk, it’s so cute.” He whispers, pulling me closer to him as my cheeks heat up violently. He just presses delicate kisses to my forehead, my temple, and my cheek before finally cupping my cheek, his lips capturing mine. I hum quietly, my hand squeezing his knee gently as he deepens the kiss. Gently nibbling my lip, I gasp, pulling away before I jump his bones here and now. He looks at me with a shy smile, his shoulders shrugging gently. “I’ve been thinkin’ about doing that for a bit now.” He laughs quietly, my head bobbing in an agreeable nod. His eyebrows just raise gently, urging me to go on about how much I agreed.

“I’m always thinking about kissing you, so…” I trail off, ignoring the eyes that are locked on us, confused and conflicted. I can see Rue out of the corner of my eyes, watching us and whispering to Jules as Elliot’s attention stays locked on me.

Pulling away from him briefly, not wanting Rue to go to Fez and tell him my pretty big secret that I’ve been hiding from him and Ash. Elliot’s lips part in shock, his whole body squirming as he clears his throat.

“Gotta take me on a date before you kiss me again.” I whisper, his clumsy, boyish reactions giving me confidence to keep teasing him. He nods, not having an issue with my idea. “Tonight?” I offer, my lip pulling in between my teeth as he mumbles a quick ‘fuck’ under his breath, taken back by me being forward. Taste of your own medicine, bitch. “I believe we have a theory to test, so, might as well take me to dinner first.” I giggle, his eyes rolling as he sends me a tight lipped smile.

“You’re such a brat.” He mutters, his eyes flickering down to my bare thighs, his hands twitching in his lap. We were both keen on waiting, on building the tension as long as we could until one of us snapped. It was fun, I’ll give it that, but I can tell by how he’s practically salivating at the sight of my bare legs that something might happen after this date tonight. I hope more than just something happens.

“I’m aware.” I whisper, elbowing his side as he stands, me quickly following as I step in front of him, my hand slipping up his chest to rest just above the tattoo that I know sits delicately on his skin. His heart pounds under my touch, his breath coming out in breathy gasps.

“Yeah?” He asks, his hands resting on my hips as I get lost in him, subtly giving a ‘fuck you’ to Jules and Rue as they walk by us, gawking.

“Wanna know what else I’m aware of?” I ask, my voice low as I look up at him through my lashes. His head dips a bit, his nose bumping against mine as he presses a delicate kiss to my cheek.

“What’s that, babydoll?” He whispers, his eyes dark and naughty as he watches me, his lips inviting but I have other plans. Focus, Y/n.

“The tent in your pants- better tuck that in your waistband!” I grin wickedly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as I pat his chest. Backing away from him, his wide eyes travel south, his backpack immediately being pulled off of his shoulders to cover his problem. “Text me!” I wink, watching as he rolls his eyes, a huge smile on his lips as he blows out a breath of air.

Making my way into the house, I throw myself onto the couch with a huff, a happy smile dancing across my lips. Ash looks at me, his head tilting curiously as I try my best to shrink my happy expression before suspicions rise.

“Why the fuck you so happy?” He asks, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as his eyebrows pull together. “Matter ‘a fact, why the fuck you been so happy?” He laughs, Fez entering the living room with a huff. He lifts my legs, placing them on his lap as he joins us. I just shrug simply, shoving my face into the pillow as my cheeks warm. “Man, you know why she’s so fucking happy?” Ash asks Fez, the boy curious beyond belief. Leave it alone, Ash…

“She got a man, that’s why.” My head whips around to look at Fez as he huffs, rubbing a hand over the top of his head. He looks pissed, his eyes glaring at me as he shakes his head. “Why did I find out from Rue instead’a you?” He asks, watching me as I sit up nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. “She said you were all fucking cuddly wit’ the kid, kissing and shit.” My cheeks warm vividly as Ash scoffs, the pieces connecting in his brain.

“All makes sense.” The boy clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, a proud smile on his face. “What’s his name? Might have to do some digging.” I roll my eyes at him, reaching out to punch his thigh as he squeals.

“Leave me and my new man alone!” I point between the both of them, Fez rolling his eyes as his head hits the back of the couch. “We’re going on a date tonight. We’re just getting to know each other, it’s no pressure, no labels.” I shrug, explaining as vaguely as I can without telling them I literally offered to suck his dick earlier. That’ll stay between me and Elliot. Fez stares at me, unconvinced as he shrugs.

“Maybe you’ll have to invite him in so I can meet him.” Fez offers, my head immediately shaking as I lift myself off of the couch, my phone buzzing loudly in my pocket. I know it's Elliot who's calling me, my eyes widening as both men in front of me tune into the ringing. “Answer it, right here.” Fez orders, his face stern as I huff, knowing he means it. I turn to Ash who just snickers, going along with our eldest brother's plan. “On speaker.” He adds, my eyes widening as I fumble over my words. Rolling my eyes, I pull my phone out from my pocket, Elliot’s name across the screen.

“Hi, what’s up?” I ask when I answer it, Elliot’s laugh ringing from the other end of the phone. Ash is hanging onto every sound from the other end, his ears tuned in and his smirk wide. Fez just looks stoic, his shoulders tight as he rests his arms behind his head.

“Really? That’s all?” He laughs, my eyes rolling as I look between my brothers, annoyed by their presence. If they wanted a show, I would give them a show.

"My brothers are forcing me to answer this call in front of them. You’re on speakerphone.” I warn, Elliot gasping from the other end of the phone. Just like the men in the room, Elliot would do anything to embarrass me. Fuck, this was not a good idea.

“Is this the equivalent of impressing the parents, cuz I’ve never been good at that.” He chuckles, my smile growing as I avoid my brother’s eager stares. “Wait. Does this mean fucking Rue snitched on us?!” He yells, a laugh leaving my lips as he fumbles on the other end of the line. “She’s with me now acting all innocent and shit- did you really tell on us?! You fucking tattle-tale!” He screeches and I hear Rue yelling on the other end. I break down in giggles, both Ash and Fez laughing under their breath. “Oh my god, does this mean that they know about me sticking my tongue down your throat cuz-”

“Elliot!” I cut him off with a laugh, my hand reaching up to cover my face. Ash bursts out laughing, his head thrown back in giggles as he writhes around the chair. Fez just looks uncomfortable, a small laugh leaving his lips as he shakes his head.

“I’m just sayin.” He huffs, cursing out Rue some more before letting out a brief sigh. “Okay, take me off the speaker phone so we can talk about date night- whoop whoop!” He cheers, my finger tapping the button as I lift the phone to my ear. I make my way out of the living room but not before flipping both of the boys off. Their laughs are heard from down the hall as I enter my bedroom, Elliot giggling in my ear. “So, I figured we could eat take out and then I could eat you out. Then we can watch a movie or whatever at my place.” He offers, my jaw dropping at his flirting, my cheeks aching with happiness.

“Elliot!” I scold, the image of him between my thighs makes my stomach clench.

“What? Am I being too forward?” He asks teasingly, a huff leaving my lips as I pout. “Come on, get ready, pack a bag or something- I might keep you forever if this date goes well. Which it will.” He chuckles, my face warming as my heart swells at his words. I might keep you forever… “I’m picking you up in a half an hour on the dot, be ready brat.” He orders, my head nodding sternly.

“You got it.” I grin, sitting up as he sighs.

“But first,” he pauses, grunting as he moves, “I gotta kill Rue.”

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captbenscn · 3 years

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THIS scene. Oh man, it broke me. That look of anger and rage and agony on Olivia’s face when she brings up Simon. When she’s FINALLY able to get some justice for her brother and some peace for herself. The only family she had left - aside from her niece that I WISH we would get to see. He was gone from her life for quite a while and then suddenly shows back up, wanting to be part of her life again - wanting to prove that he could be a good brother and uncle to Noah. Of course, she was hesitant to let him back into her and Noah’s life because of his past, because of her fear of him disappointing/hurting Noah. But he promised to show up for lunch the next day, only he didn’t. So she leaves an angry message and then later finds out that he died. OD’d. And the guilt CRUSHES Olivia. Because she thinks that was the last thing he ever heard and that it was probably the reason for him OD’ing. Only to find out later, he never even listened to it and that he was, in fact, murdered. Which changed everything.

And then THIS particular moment where realization dawns on Elliot’s face. Realizing just how much of Olivia’s life he missed. How many important and life changing moments he missed. How many people she has lost, how much physical and emotional she has gone through (well, at that moment he doesn’t know exactly how much pain, especially physicals but soon) ... and this particular moment is even more emotional because he had been there when Simon was FIRST introduced. He was there for ALL of it. He saw how much Olivia cared about him, even barely knowing him - how quickly she grew to trust and care for him - and that’s not something Olivia does so easily. Trust doesn’t come easy for her, but this was FAMILY. Something she’s wanted to be part of for SO LONG and he remembers her saying those exact words to him in the car. So he can see how this has broken Olivia, how losing Simon has devastated her and and thinking about how he wasn’t there for her when it happened. He wasn’t there for so much.

And finally, this last part. “You know what I hope? I pray that the thought of him haunts you, for the rest of your pathetic life.” Can we appreciate the way her voice DROPS when saying this? (Mariska ALWAYS acting her heart out.) How it completely falters along with her. She’s breaking, she can barely keep it together at this point, and it’s shown all over her face. Her eyes, the way her voice becomes so unsteady, barely above a whisper. She’s about to break completely and so she has to walk away, has to distance herself from this. Has to let go of the rage she feels building within her just from looking at the man responsible. But it’s also the sheer relief that this is finally over - that she now knows the truth and has justice for her brother and his family.

And Elliot knows. He can see and hear Olivia breaking. He’s always been the ONE person who can tell that better than anyone - just as Olivia can tell with him - and it only takes a moment for him to decide to follow her. Because of course he does. Because she needs him, she needs someone, and he wants to be that someone for her right now and give her the comfort that she’s given him these past weeks, especially since he didn’t years ago. He doesn’t want her to be alone - doesn’t want her to carry this or suffer alone, and he’ll make damn sure that doesn’t happen. He’s back and he’s there to stay. But let’s also appreciate the fact that Elliot didn’t lose it on this guy. The deep breath he takes to keep himself calm - he truly has come along away. Instead, he, too, walks away. He hates anyone hurting her, hates her hurting at all. He chooses Olivia.

And she immediately opens up to him. Starts talking about Simon and what happened without hesitation. Because it’s Elliot - the person she could always tell everything to. That knows more about her than anyone else with the exception of the past ten years. It also shows how much they’ve healed since his return. How they’re falling back into place with one another - getting back to being themselves and quite possibly more.

AND THEN SECONDS LATER WE GET THIS. We get THIS smile from Olivia - we get this look of love and appreciation and adoration from Olivia only minutes after she was ready to break, but talking with Elliot helped. Having him hear her helped and it shows so much in this scene. How - despite how hurt she is - she’s happy to have him back. The man that was always a big source of comfort for her, her solace, her rock, her best friend. It says so much that he’s able to get THIS look out of her so soon after she had been about to break. Not to mention, she’s happy that he seems to be doing better and that’s so important to her. And really, it’s rare that we’ve even seen her smile like this this season.

Now of course the hand hold. The way SHE reaches for him first says so much, appreciating his help both with this case and after, in this moment. His hand visibly turns towards hers when he sees this, eagerly accepting her touch. He holds her hand and their movements slow once they touch, neither wanting to let go. His face in the bottom picture screams ‘I don’t want to let her go’ to me. They hang on for as long as they absolutely can, even Olivia. She holds on, taking his hand with her, until the distance makes them let go and still she hesitates as though wanting to turn back and he’s looking like he wants to pull her back. Physical intimacy has always been a thing for these two, even if not heavily. Hands on the arms and back, leaning against one another, and just lack of personal space in general, so for them to hold hands like that speaks volumes. It’s such a beautiful scene from start to finish and it’s definitely one of my favorites. Especially with the way they look at one another - like they are each other’s whole world. Each other’s home.

Because they are.

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bamfdaddio · 3 years

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X-Men Abridged: 1981 - the Body-Swap

The X-Men, those body-swapping mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(Uncanny X-Men 151 - 152) - by Chris Claremont and Josef Rubinstein

Emma Frost and her frenemy Ororo Munroe have not been getting along! One fateful evening, as the two quibble away, they mysteriously switch bodies and minds. Talk about your Freaky Friday! What lessons will they learn, walking a mile in one another’s shoes? And will they be able to switch back, or will they stay in each other’s bodies forever? Mutant Monday, coming soon to a cinema near you. Starring: Elizabeth Banks, Angela Bassett and Elliot Page. (PG-13)

For a moment, we’re in a proper period drama: a letter delivers ill tidings!

I love that Kitty’s parents are so self-involved that it took them A WHOLE YEAR to realize that it’s weird that Kitty is the only non-adult attending the Xavier Institute.

I can only assume the mailman interrupted a pool party of some kind? Or a communal shower? I get why Kurt would not swim a lot - all that fur - but did Scott wear that while they were splashing around? Was it a beach volleyball competition where one half got to wear swimsuits and the other half superhero costumes? Most importantly, was Scott’s costume always this tight?

Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

The awful thing is that Kitty’s parents are transferring her to the Massachusetts Academy, not realizing that headmistress Emma Frost is, in fact, a terrible human being. Charles, uncharacteristically, says that changing their minds telepathically is a line he does not cross (any more) and half the viewing audience bursts out in laughter. More importantly, last they saw Emma, she was kind of dead-by-Phoenix, so it might be better there this time? Kitty does a Classic Teenage Stomp-Off and Storm comes to comfort her. Kitty cries that life is unfair (“My parents are only doing this because they’re splitting up”) and Ororo tells her that yes, life is unfair. You just gotta roll with the punches as best you can.

To be fair, bald men are technically all cheek, so it doesn’t matter where you kiss them.

While I enjoy the relationship Kitty has with the other X-Men (Scott gave her a compliment! Logan told her his name!), especially the mother-daughter-bond she shares with Ororo, the whole Piotr-thing always gives me pause. Even if we’re being very generous with age, Kitty is, what? 14 going on 15? And Piotr is… 19? At best? I get why Kitty would have a crush on him: he’s a gentle hunky giant: at fifteen, my teenage ass would have felt the exact same viz-a-viz Colossus’ upper arms. The fact that Piotr reciprocates feels skeevy, though, especially because they’re always treated like star-crossed idiots these days.

Skee-vy.

Ororo drives Kitty to Massachusetts, where her young ward is greeted by someone named Muffy and whisked away for orientation. All seems well. Ororo stands in a parlour, surveying the grounds and considering that they should have fought harder for Kitty. Still, nothing seems too wrong just yet: this Academy just seems very preppy.

Not-at-all-dead Emma takes her cue and jumps out, saying (essentially): “Surprise motherfucker.”

There’s a flash of light, and then...

I’m willing to bet that Emma’s EVIL journal has the following to-do-list: - Steal Storm’s body. - Experiment with her powers. - See how good Storm looks in white. (Leather? Fur?! Both!??) - REWARD: Smoke break.

I wonder if Emma’s plan hinged on being able to body-swap with Storm, or whether any X-Man would have sufficed. Was her original target Xavier? Cyclops? What if one of Kitty’s parents had brought her to Massachusetts, would she have taken Kitty instead?

In a locked cell, Storm wakes up in Emma’s body and is horrified. I wonder why Emma didn’t take any more precautions. Couldn’t the guy who made the freaky friday-gizmo also make a power dampener to nullify not!Emma’s telepathic abilities? Or did Emma count on her victim being so utterly incapacitated by her mind-powers that they’d be driven mad? (This would actually tie in with some of Emma’s later-revealed history: when her powers first emerged, she also got locked away in a padded room because of her madness.)

Emma is not wrong, by the way: Storm can’t get a handle on Emma’s powers. What follows is possibly the sweetest moment in an arc filled with sweet moments:

This arc isn’t drawn by any of the regulars - not Byrne, not Cockrum - but Josef Rubinstein brings his own kind of panache to the pages. I love the way he draws women’s faces: in a story that’s all about women, their faces are actually distinguishable. Kudoz.

Emma, meanwhile, coordinates with Sebastian Shaw to execute the second part of their two-pronged attack on the X-Men. They both laugh evilly in their phones while the mansion is attacked by Sentinels! These androids take out Cyclops and Xavier with some sleeping gas and knock out Nightcrawler, but the rest of the X-Men manage to trounce these robots. Then ‘Storm’ appears! She zaps the rest of the X-Men (and Amanda Sefton), successfully finishing their master-plan.

It’s not entirely clear what the Hellfire Club wants with the X-Men this time, but I’m assuming it’s more experimentation to improve the sentinels? Eh, doesn’t matter! Nefarious Hellfire Club is nefarious.

The real Storm, meanwhile, comes to claim Kitty, forgetting that she looks like the one and only Emma Frost. Kitty spooks and Storm accidentally reaches out, knocking her out telepathically. Whoops! Storm takes Kitty and flees in a car, while Emma gives chase. (How dare Ororo run off with her body, which is absolutely the kind of hypocritical hilariousness we all love Emma for.)

Kitty awakens and jumps from the car, causing Storm to swerve and...

JETSTREAM!? Speaking of which, where are the Hellions in all of this?

Kitty sees that an unconscious ‘Emma’ is about to burn to a tender and moist little crisp and she is faced with the hero’s dilemma: would you save a villain that would never save you?

Emma, meanwhile, has realized the downside to body-swapping: somebody else gets to run around with your body too. Shaw, of all people, talks her down from her anger.

You can’t just introduce a persona exchange gun to the plot WITHOUT EXPLAINING WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOT IT FROM.

My favorite detail is that Emma keeps calling Kitty brat, like she’s some sort of Pokémon-villain.

Kitty, meanwhile, has saved ‘Emma’ and tied her up with a special knot. Storm tries to convince Kitty, going for the “ask me something only Storm would know”, but Kitty’s all: “Duh, you’re a telepath.” Ororo insists, but the thing that clinches it is when she breaks free of her ties without breaking a sweat. That knot was taught to Kitty by Ororo and she’d be the only one who knew how to break out of it.

Storm and Kitty recruit Stevie Hunter to come pick them up and during the ride, Storm-being-angry-mother!Storm convinces Kitty more than anything else:

After all, Storm was voted most likely to say: “If you don’t stop this nonsense immediately, I will turn this Blackbird around, so help me God!”

Ororo and Kitty sneak inside. Ororo even uses Emma’s telepathy to help her pick a lock after phasing through a door. (Kind of funny: Kitty’s still such a neophyte that she can’t even phase with anyone else yet.) Emma, meanwhile, taunts the captured X-Men, presenting herself as the new white queen:

Anybody feel the inclination to point out that the Hellfire Club did this exact same thing last year, except then they tried it with a redhead?

I secretly suspect that the Hellfire Club’s plots always revolve around seducing X-Men to their side and dressing them up in sexy lingerie. (Which: fair.) There’s also a subplot where the guys Wolverine cut apart last year want to exact revenge on him for being made bionic, but eh. We’ll start paying attention to them when they become actual Reavers.

Kitty phases through the locks of the X-Men, freeing them, and a kerfuffle ensues. Emma starts using Storm’s powers, but they grow out of control. Colossus tosses Shaw out of the window - which should just be company policy, really: all Shaws should be defenestrated - where he’s promptly hit by a rogue thunderbolt.

When he doesn’t get up, Emma starts to lose it. The weather goes wild. Storm intervenes, using her telepathic power to help calm down Emma (and the raging storm), but she also manages to get a hold of the swap-gun. There’s a zap, and with a satisfied sigh, the status-quo is restored again.

My favorite implication is that, apparently, Emma decides which school Kitty attends and not her parents.

While this little arc is neither the most iconic nor the most profound of 1981 -- those would be Days of Future Past and I, Magneto, respectively -- I still love this for a couple of reasons.

As a lover of Freaky Friday, 17 Again and the new Jumanji-film, I just have a soft spot for body swap plots. (Hi Psylocke!)

It focuses on the Xavier Institute as a school, planting seeds for the upcoming New Mutants.

It is very female-driven without beating you over the head with it. (Looking at you, Birds of Prey.)

It has three definitive main characters, who all get fleshed out in fun and interesting ways. It starts the trend of robbing Ororo of some of her powers and tossing her into against-the-odds circumstances, only for her to come out on top.

It solidifies the Storm/Kitty mother/daughter (or older/younger sibling) dynamic. Kitty is a believable teenager when it comes to Storm - clever and kind, but also looking for answers and prone to rash decisions - and I love how much they care for each other.

Jean/Storm-friendship-callback, yay!

Emma gets fleshed out as a villain. Resourceful and petty, powerful and vain. It’s no wonder she’s one of the break-out antagonists of the X-Men, because, like Magneto, Claremont is not afraid of giving her depth. Arguably, she is the most three-dimensional of the Hellfire Club at this point.

Yay! And fuck completely sensible plots, if you don’t know what to do with your plot, just introduce a random persona exchange gun. Let’s use it on Xavier and Legion in Way of X next!

#x-men abridged #abridged x-men #x-men #storm #professor x #kitty pryde #uncanny x-men #emma frost #cyclops #nightcrawler #stevie hunter #colossus #sebastian shaw

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My Top 10 SVU Main Characters - Ranked Least to Most Favorite ⭐️ with Explanations 📝

#10 Donald Cragen

This list starts with Cragen, because he was so much more memorable than (I feel) people give him credit for. He was the rock of the team. The Captain for over a dozen seasons. And the longer he was on, the older he got, the more we got to see a deeper side of his character. The side of him that was sad and lonely - the side that needed companionship. He was the image of a well decorated cop who slowly paved his way toward retirement. And when he was the head, he did a damn good job of it. Cragen gets an A+ from me!!

#9 George Huang

Dr. Huang is an openly gay, F.B.I. Criminal Psychiatrist who entered the show in... poor taste... if we’re being honest. I’m not sure how many people remember “Pique” in season 2, but that facial hair and vaguely racist Asian accent was not working. Thankfully! His next appearance was way less on the nose and far more palpable! He had a unique role on the team, one that is sorely missed in his absence. Who doesn’t love getting in the heads of sociopaths and hearing it explained in medical jargon that mostly just sounds cool? We love you Huang!!

#8 Alexandra Cabot

Alexandra Cabot was everything the show needed in a strong, independent, intelligent, openly opinionated female ADA!! *Deep breath* She was a prize to watch in the courtroom, and the way her story progresses in the show (even after she leaves the main cast) is so compelling that she couldn’t be left off this list. You go girl!!

#7 Amanda Rollins

Rollins is a complicated country girl from Loganville, GA, with a thick accent to boot. Her headstrong ways are both a headache and an undeniable charm. As the show revealed more of her past, home life, the viewers get to understand exactly who she is as a person. The demons she battles with are not ideal, but they’re relatable. Even so, she seems to overcome them! Most notably, her choice in men, her gambling problem and (very briefly in one episode) her cynical view of prostitution; it gave her layers. We love layers! It made her real! Not too many characters accomplished a balance of good and bad so gracefully, while still making us love her!!

#6 John Munch

Who in their right mind didn’t love Munch? He is a character that moved over from Homicide: Life on the Street to grace us with his presence on SVU for 14 full seasons. He was magnetic! His snark was nearly incomparable. His blasé attitude was so oddly comforting in the midst of more serious cases that I was almost looking forward to it. He was self deprecating, but not depressing. He was honest, but not cruel. He was a real gem within the cast. Way to go Munch!!

#5 Elliot Stabler

This wouldn’t be a Top 10 SVU Character list without Stabler. He’s charming. He’s handsome. He’s angry! His energy was erratic, but wholesome. Christopher Meloni did a beautiful job with this character. He had a family life that was intriguing and felt real. His relationship with Olivia (though uncomfortably tense from time to time) really felt like what I - someone with no real understanding of real life policework - could believe to be the unhealthy, but irreplaceable bond you can have with a partner you’ve worked with for over a decade. Go Stabler!!

#4 Odafin Tutuola

Hell yeah, Fin is in the Top 4. Ice T. went from being set to play in four episodes to being the second longest standing cast member! His easy going, grandfather attitude is humbling to see in a police procedural drama. He’s morally sound and has no real issues with anyone in the squad (aside from his small spat with Detective Chester Lake, but that only lasted for a small segment of one episode. He’s really not a fire starter). His fun inserts and urban background are refreshing. And - as much as I might inwardly gripe about the lack of Black SVU characters - Fin definitely holds his own; representing a Black cop from a bad neighborhood with a background similar to many who came from the streets. We love it!

#3 Olivia Benson

This is somewhat obvious, but hell, why even watch SVU if you don’t love the longest standing cast member? Olivia had many character stages and moments of growth throughout the show. We really got to see her evolve from the detective she started out as in the 1999 premiere. She’s become a sensitive, cunning, efficient member of the SVU squad, and not just by moving up the ranks! She was a leader from the start, and I believe the show runners knew this. Not to mention, Mariska Hargitay is a national treasure, and don’t you forget it!!

#2 Rafael Barba

This ADA came on the show with a BANG! His first case was incredibly memorable. This fast-talking, hyper-intelligent Cuban character is a treat to the SVU series. He’s funny, snarky, and doesn’t pull his punches. He’s a great mixture of what Alex Cabot and Casey Novak portrayed in their respective roles. He came in to make a name for himself, and he absolutely solidified his place on this measly SVU Hall of Fame! Go Barba!!

#1 Dominick “Sonny” Carisi

The main reason Carisi is topping off this list is because I want to sit on his face (minus the porn stache). But aside from being so easy on the eyes that it’s tiring, Carisi had an immediate charisma and definable energy when he entered the show. He came in like a yankee New Yorker, handing out Italian food with his nonsense accent, and I loved it! Because he was a CHARACTER. Peter Scanavino really created something here and I live for it. Not to mention he (SPOILER ALERT) becomes an incredible Junior ADA!! We live for Carisi!! 🏆

That’s all!! Did you agree or disagree??

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minecraftfan11onscratch · 3 years

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NiGHTS AU - It Could’ve Been Great

What if NiGHTS successfully convinced Reala about the magic and goodness in Nightopia, setting him/them on a road of positive change as well?

(More info about it is under the cut! Be warned, though, that it’ll contain alot of headcanons for NiGHTS’ past, aaand will be kinda long. And, if you reblog it, please don’t tag it as a ship. Enjoy nonetheless!)

Backstory

Reala suspected that NiGHTS’ solo visits to Nightopia had a reason, connected to that red Ideya shard she obtained in an accident. However, instead of following their loyalty to Wizeman and ratting out NiGHTS’ rebellious thoughts (as he did in the main timeline), Reala decided to follow his twin alone.

At first, Reala initially observed NiGHTS interacting with the Nightopians, and even with the ocassional Visitors, barely being able to comprehend why his sibling was sympathizing with “preys” and going against everything Wizeman taught. The confusion would turn to annoyance, and then, anger driven by jealously, which prompted them to try and steal a Ideya of Hope from a Visitor NiGHTS was befriending just so he could prove the Visitor couldn’t trust her... But it backfired once Reala had a similar accident, being blessed with a yellow Ideya shard.

Once NiGHTS gave the Visitor their Ideya of Hope back, she and Reala talked. Reala, somehow, felt inspired by his twin’s words, and he couldn’t tell if it was them being contamined by NiGHTS’ joyful spirit, or the Ideya shard filling their heart, but he began to think... perhaps, Wizeman wasn’t the one right. Perhaps, Wizeman should be, and could be stopped.

While Reala took a long while of thinking to finally agree with NiGHTS, he began to help them sneak out of their duties and visit Nightopia, as he began to understand how emotionally exhausting the 1st level duties were becoming to her. Unfortunately, Wizeman caught on very quickly about it. He was initially planning to only punish NiGHTS, but to his shock... Reala stepped in and defended his twin’s ideals and mindset, despite the fear of oblivion that previously prevented him from even disagreeing with anything the Wicked said.

On that moment, he fully chose fraternal love over loyalty to his creator.

As much as he was angry about both of his most perfect creations betraying him, Wizeman ultimately decided to banish both of them to Nightopia, while vowing to find a way to make them, and any future 1st level Nightmarens, completely loyal.

Reala and NiGHTS

Reala, while no longer cruel and dirty, is definitely the one amongst the duo to be more pragmatic and intimidating in combat. Could also be considered the strategist, and the one more worried/serious/respectful about things (to the point NiGHTS jokingly calls them stuffy).

Although he betrayed Wizeman and learned to view him as the evil overlord he is, Reala still has a mild need of fulfilling a duty, which was channeled at the need to protect Nightopia even when there’s no imminent worries.

While NiGHTS helps Reala be less uptight and appreciate the freedom he has now (something he usually forgets thanks to the above), Reala helps on bringing NiGHTS’ more serious side, and confessing to others she and him are Nightmaren, but no longer under Wizeman’s rule.

Once the duos of Visitors with powerful Ideyas of Courage reached Nightopia, they split the duty of guarding, guiding, and recovering their Ideyas, with one taking care of the other and vice-versa; Reala guarded Claris and Will, NiGHTS guarded Elliot and Helen. By the end, the duos would’ve dualized with the Nightmarens they bonded with.

Sometimes they disagree/argue over things (varies between minor and major), especially each other’s methods and/or how Reala still didn’t fully get over some of their Nightmaren general mindset. However, they can reamend quickly; and if it’s not for each other’s sake, it’s for the Visitors.

Both are close to Owl, but Reala is the one more willing to listen to his “rambling” for a longer while.

Other Characters

While the Nightopians appreciate the two renegade Nightmaren’s protection over them, they find NiGHTS a bit more approcheable. Some of the more corageous ones tend to approach Reala too.

Owl tries to give both NiGHTS and Reala equal levels of appreciation, despite being exhasperated with NiGHTS’ attitude.

Jackle replaced both NiGHTS and Reala as Wizeman’s chief enforcer, due to lack of option and the difficulties of making a new 1st level. Try to imagine something like Bill Cipher in a orange jester’s shape.

#nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #sega nights #nights and reala #reala the nightmaren #nights the nightmaren #alternate universe #what if #what if au #redemption au

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rappaccini · 4 years

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What did you think of how the Umbrella Academy s2 tackled race and lgbtq issues? I see people praising it. But personally I found s2 to have made a shallow attempt.

agreed.

under a readmore because of the sheer length, here’s the basic rundown: tua is spotty at best at depicting race and queer issues. i’m sure they had good intentions, but they were not well-executed.

in terms of race,

since you asked for my opinion, i’ll give it, but i’d like you to keep in mind that being a white person, i’m not an authority at all on the subject of how the show handles race.

and my opinion is that the show does a... spotty job.

i mean, compared to the legends-of-tomorrow route of ‘let’s just ignore that racism was a thing when we travel to the segregation-era past,’ it’s better in that ‘well, at least they don’t ignore it completely’ way, but... it’s not great. and honestly i don’t even think it’s good.

there are standouts of course:

the scene where allison discovers exactly where and when she is, and is chased through dallas by a mob of racists before being rescued by the women at the beauty parlor. it’s massively significant that allison is defended by Black women, and it’s one of the best scenes in all of season 2.

when ray is arrested by the cops and allison is about to use her rumor to help him, they treat the menace seriously.

the sit-in sequence. it’s deeply uncomfortable and frightening, and every single actor in that scene is giving it their all.

the moment allison finally uses her rumor selflessly for the first time in her life to save raymond from being beaten to death

when allison has to rumor the storekeepers to allow them to let her and ray shop at their establishments, and when they’re being glared at by white extras as they walk down the street.

lila and diego infiltrate a party at the mexican consulate to investigate the majestic 12. this location was probably chosen because it would allow the two of them to pose as guests, when otherwise they most definitely wouldn’t have gotten away with it.

in the first four things i mention above, every single actor seems very aware of how important it is to get them right. they throw everything they have into them, and it pays off.

and i am glad, at least, that when allison tells ray about the future, she’s careful to mention that this shit’s not over yet. it feels like they were tipping towards ‘well it’s a good thing this was all in the past’ but they pulled back at the last second. which... yeah. good call there, even if they should’ve been more frank about it.

but.

the show really pulls its punches in every other regard:

they conveniently avoid having any of the white characters reveal any racism, unless they’re a character we’re supposed to dislike (ex: carl).

look. they’re in the 1960s. every character from that world is a product of their time. all the white people in the 1960s are racist, not just the cops, and not just the conveniently-nasty people you dislike. everyone.

so when elliot is a-okay with allison, lila and diego showing up and hanging around his electronics store (which is right next to the alley in which they all arrive, which we learn is located in an all-white neighborhood that allison was literally chased out of by an angry mob for daring to be caught walking down the street of)... no. that doesn’t make sense.

sissy’s racist too, guys. she’s a white woman from the rural jim crow south who adheres to ‘traditional’ values, and she’s married to carl, who openly expresses racist sentiments whenever the show wants you to know that you’re supposed to dislike him. which is to say, she probably agrees with him (or at least doesn’t mind), but the show’s too cowardly to discuss it. there’s a reason why she pointedly never gets to interact with allison and diego and it’s that if sissy is Conveniently Not Racist, it breaks immersion, because given who she is and where she is and when she is, that’s not realistic in the slightest, but if she is, then the audience dislikes her, and it’s more important for sissy to be liked than to be a well-written character.

the entirety of allison’s plotline revolves around her race, more than her character. i say this because allison’s race is an important part of who she is, and has to be acknowledged, especially in this setting.

but a person’s race is not the most important or interesting thing about them. allison is an individual too. and as a character, she needs to evolve in a way that demonstrates that she’s growing as a person... and she doesn’t.

she doesn’t grow into someone who would willingly put her ass on the line fighting for equality, because she already is one by the time we first see her in season 2. that flashback montage sequence is great, but she deserved to have her development actually fleshed out, rather than vaguely gestured at.

she doesn’t grow into a woman who’s willing to stand up to her husband and the men around her who keep ignoring her contributions and attributing them to themselves (the sit-in was her idea, and she and the women make it happen, yet ray takes credit for it... until it goes wrong and is suddenly All Her Fault.). in fact, the sexism in the show is totally ignored, which indicates that it isn’t a case of the writers trying for period-accurate sexism, and that it’s their own.

the closest thing i can think to a moment of true, definitive development for her personally that actually ties into her civil rights plotline is when she uses her rumor to save raymond.

allison is someone who only ever used her power selfishly, but who also used it to ascend to a career height that irl, Black actresses have not attained yet (i’d say that the only actress comparable to her in terms of how the public perceives her and the projects she gains would be probably-zendaya-in-ten-years). she did it for the wrong reasons, and she cared about getting attention instead of getting to act, but she got there. she opened that door, and... probably didn’t bother to check if anyone came in after her, because at that point in her life, she wouldn’t have cared. she was raised in an extremely privileged, sheltered, isolated environment and immediately leapt into wealthy superstardom. that combined with her power means that she has a very, very distorted view of the world and how it perceives her (see: s1, when she waltzes up to a small-town white cop and he keels over to help her).

so allison having that power and fame and money taken from her, and having to actually grapple with what it’s like to be Black, in an especially terrible time to do so, is massive for her. especially since she can’t just escape into her money or her power or pull the ‘i’m allison hargreeves, famous actress’ card. the only thing she has is herself, and she found a way to survive and thrive with just that. we should’ve seen how, and skipping over it is a waste.

and allison, using her rumor for the sake of someone else’s well-being, specifically using it to save a Black protestor... is a Big Deal. it is a sign that she has grown and learned and become a more compassionate person, and that she now understands that she can use her power for good and intends to do so.

but then that development is immediately walked back on when she starts using her rumor for reasons that are framed as selfish and petty by the show (more on that later), which immediately throws that massive point of development into question: has allison learned? or has she regressed back to the person she was before even season one?

in the dallas arc in the comics, allison is the single most important character. she’s the one who facilitates vanya’s recovery and restores her memories, she teams up with five to rescue him and luther from the commission, and she’s the one who kills jfk. every single important thing she does in the dallas arc is taken from her in the show and replaced with nothing, and that wouldn’t have happened if allison had been white in the show.

plotwise, in the show, while allison’s involvement in the civil rights movement occupies quite a bit of screentime, you could cut it from the show and genuinely miss nothing. that is how disconnected from the plot she is.

i get that allison being white in the comics and Black in the show changes things. but it didn’t have to change that much. she can still kill jfk, just in a different way. she can still help five with his quest. she can still look after vanya. she can do all those things on top of helping out with the civil rights movement.

allison absolutely had to grapple with racism in season 2. but she also had to develop as a character in her own right and she... doesn’t. the writers use her more as a viewpoint into What Things Were Like In The Sixties, more than discussing her experience as it pertains to her individually and as it affects the person she is becoming.

and even then... the show guilts allison for how she responds to racism.

so. the aforementioned scene where allison and ray go on a shopping spree... ends on a very sour note, in which allison returns to the site of her sit-in, and faces the man that poured boiling hot coffee on her crotch and set in motion a series of events that led to ray almost being beaten to death. and allison has the man scald his hand.

and raymond reacts in horror and disgust, and the show frames it as fucked-up and Wrong Actually.

but. uh. that man wanted to seriously harm allison, if not outright kill her. when he poured boiling hot water on her crotch, he knew it would send her jumping back into the arms of the cops that were going to beat and possibly kill her. and he was totally fine with it. and that was why he did it. because he wanted her hurt, and he wanted her gone.

so when allison retaliates, there’s nothing fucking wrong with that.

but essentially, what the show is saying, through its framing, and through ray (who, being a Perfect Love Interest Designed To Make The Fans Love Us, cannot be wrong about anything ever) moralizing to her after the fact, is that allison took it too far. that her power corrupts her instantly, and she sure shouldn’t respond angrily to the racists who want her dead, because that’s Too Far.

and uh. no. absolutely not.

they make racism an issue that only allison seems to contend with. when allison has her sit-in, and it goes sideways, none of her family brings it up once or asks if she’s okay.

in fact, in large part, she’s the only one of the hargreeves involved not only in the movement, but who is actively discriminated against for her race; the writers completely forget that diego and lila would’ve been discriminated against too.

when diego stops a purse-snatcher and returns the bag to the white woman it was stolen from and she’s grateful, that would not happen.

diego and lila meet in an integrated sanitarium, which did not exist yet, and he is treated politely by the staff, which would not happen.

lila and diego aren’t given the same stares or glares that allison and raymond are subject to, even though they walk through the same white spaces (and, as this blog points out, even though lila’s darker-skinned than allison).

... when five yells at a cop to get his attention (and is posing as, essentially, a white boy being kidnapped by two brown people), and force diego to go along with what he wants... yeah. uh. there’s a real bad implication there the writers definitely didn’t think about, and that implication is that five knew exactly what would happen if that cop came over to them, and that diego would be afraid enough of the consequences to go along with whatever he said.

in the very same episode where the sit-in is being broken up violently by the cops, lila waltzes down a street in the middle of the night, walking right past white people who don’t give her a second glance, with cop cars on their way to break up that protest blaring right on past her without question. lila, a woc, out after dark in a white neighborhood where people of color are being currently arrested for protesting a block away, is totally ignored by all the white people she passes. that would not happen.

when lila goes to the pet store, and is allowed in without any question or a second glance by the white customers, that would not happen.

the hotel that lila went to to meet with handler... would probably have not even let her inside in the first place.

i’m crediting this, largely, to the writers’ room consisting of six white people and one black woman. they did not consider that segregation was something that affected latino and asian people too. they just fucking didn’t.

and the issue is that “the show puts the burden of showing and fighting against racial prejudice on the Black woman” only, and “[erases] the history of non-Black racial minorities in america and their connection to the civil rights movement.” (again, quoting from this blog).

overall, i think this writer says it best: the show highlights the civil rights movement and racism in the 60s, but doesn’t discuss it. it’s about saying “wow, racism sure did happen, see?” more than anything else.

as for the queer issues,

that’s something i’m actually qualified to talk about, being that i’m queer myself.

so, to start us off, the things i like:

1. it’s now hard canon that klaus is queer. not gay, not straight, queer.

klaus’s attraction to men has been canon since season one, but a lot of people seemed to assume that because he’s into men, and because he dresses nonconventionally (namely, in androgynous and feminine styles) that he Must Be Gay.

he isn’t.

klaus has been pansexual, at least in the mind of robert sheehan, since season one.

but this is the first time that it’s been confirmed in canon that he’s attracted to women, which occurs when he casually mentions having slept with jill, and given how casual he is about it, that he’s known about his sexuality for quite some time and is comfortable with it.

that alone is a big deal in that it’s treated as a casual reveal (by which i mean he doesn’t sit and stare into the camera and say ‘i’m queer. do you know what that means? it means that....’ nor does he go on an arc all about realizing he’s queer), and that it’s explicit (by which i mean that a straight person who doesn’t know shit about queer people won’t be able to deny what it means).

2. it’s now hard canon that vanya is queer. not gay, not straight, queer.

vanya’s sexuality has been a point of contention since season one, mostly because she’s being played by ellen page, an out lesbian. much of the fandom assumed, despite season one showing vanya show genuine attraction to men, that vanya is a lesbian as well. specifically, that she is a closeted lesbian who was only with leonard out of a sense of obligation to compulsory heterosexuality.

and that is not the case.

in season two, it’s confirmed vanya is attracted to women through her attraction to sissy. and not only that she is attracted to women, but that she is out.

she never struggles to understand what she’s feeling

and when she mentions she’s with a woman to the family, they don’t react with surprise that she is. so, they knew as well.

she isn’t in denial, she isn’t naive to her sexual orientation; she’s known about it for a while and is totally comfortable with it. she doesn’t loudly proclaim how great it is to be queer, but she also isn’t tormented by it. it’s just a part of who she is.

which means, that her actions in season one have nothing to do with compulsory heterosexuality. in s2, she never mentions having had to deal with compulsory heterosexuality (which, given that her partner actually does, would give her a perfect opportunity to say so, if she did) which means, that vanya was, in fact, sincerely attracted to leonard.

which means, that vanya is bi/pan/queer.

(i must note that every time ellen is asked about vanya in interviews, she goes out of her way to clarify that vanya is ‘queer.’ if she’d wanted to say ‘gay’ she would have. but she didn’t. because vanya is not gay. curb your biphobia.)

and that the show shies away from saying ‘bisexual’ or ‘pan’ because the show is cowardly and tv has a big ol problem with admitting that bi and pan characters are bi and pan.

3. a lot of effort is put into vanya and sissy’s relationship.

they aren’t beating around the bush or wink-wink-nudge-nudging. it is hard canon that they are attracted to each other, that they have sex, and that they are queer. they are not ~gal pals~.

it’s no secret that i dislike the relationship, but i appreciate that the actors are giving it their all and that the directors aren’t being exploitative.

and that the writers at least attempt to start a conversation about compulsory heterosexuality, what it’s like to realize you’re attracted to the same sex (especially in an intensely homophobic environment), and what it was like to be a queer woman in the 60s.

and i unironically appreciate that they end the relationship without killing sissy off to make vanya sad. it’s over, and sissy gets to go off and start a new life, where she can hopefully fall in love with a woman who’s better suited to her.

4. the queer subtext between ben and klaus is so fucking blatant that you really can’t ignore it anymore. in season one, there were little hints that they might be Like That, but they were few and far between. in season two, this shit’s everywhere.

ben and klaus have spent three more years together, and fight like an old married couple.

klaus specifically describes and refers to possession in sexual terms (... and suggests that he bottoms, so to speak).

klaus gives ben permission to touch, use and look at his dick while ben’s possessing him.

ben mentions he might ‘slip inside’ klaus while he’s sleeping. which. hm. wonder what that implies.

the sequence in an alleyway in which klaus stumbles away from ben, angry with him, who is lying on the ground, covered in white viscous fluid, yelling about how he regrets nothing.

the production team literally went out of their way to make klaus’s vomit white and viscous. you know, like... cum.

it’s confirmed that ben stayed behind and wouldn’t move into the afterlife specifically for klaus, because that’s how much he loved and cared for him. and klaus learns that.

klaus is weighed down by ben’s ‘death?’ more than any other character.

the end of season 2 was going to have klaus specifically be the one to first react to ben (which was cut because of fears that the audience would be confused if he was alive or not).

ben is both dead and not dead. the door is both open and not open for them to continue getting closer.

subtextually speaking, ben topped klaus, and he’s a literal possessive boyfriend.

(and blackman, the showrunner, confirmed that the reason why klaus doesn’t let ben interact with the family is that he doesn’t want to share him. which... hm.)

5. david castaneda’s chemistry with justin min and robert sheehan

the show goes out of its way to keep him away from them (i’d say, intentionally), but every time they’re in a scene together, you can tell that they have a great vibe that is definitely not platonic or familial. the vibe lives.

it’s almost hilarious how in the twoish scenes diego has with klaus, he has more chemistry with him than he has in entire episodes with lila. oops.

so yeah. that was nice.

but. i have a LOT of problems.

first off, the show acknowledges that homophobia was definitely a thing, but dances around it.

carl only goes so far as implying that vanya’s queerness is a disease, but he never quite comes out and says it. this is because the show is too cowardly to Go There.

carl turned vanya in to the cops because she’s queer, but the show sidesteps that conversation and goes with ‘he thinks she’s a communist spy’ instead. which.... uh. hm.

vanya is being given electroshock. after she is turned in to the cops because she’s queer. gee. i wonder what the common thread there is. shame the show doesn’t have the balls to come out and say it.

klaus is the victim of a hate crime. the man he loves beats him up, because he is queer (and the word ‘queer’ is used as a slur in describing him). and that incident is so traumatic that it sends him leaping off the wagon and back into addiction.

and no one ever mentions the hate crime again. klaus never discusses it, he never tells anyone about it. it’s used as an excuse to get him to relapse, more than anything else. and his relapse is played as ‘cool’ and ‘edgy’ and ‘rebellious’ rather than horrifically sad.

california is apparently a bastion of acceptance and safety... even though they’re in the 1960s.

plain and simple, the show wants to make gestures towards How Bad Things Were, but not make any meaningful discussions about it.

secondly, klaus’s depiction.

all that bullshit where the homophobia he suffers is brushed cleanly under the rug.

his flamboyance is upped from last season.

he feels significantly less intelligent than he was in season one, and has been reduced to only comic relief, when he has so many opportunities for emotional, significant storylines that are never taken. because he’s here for us to laugh at, more than anything else.

the beauty parlor scene, where klaus, who has up until this point had no significant relationship with vanya at all, is suddenly her bestie, and plays the gay best friend to allison and vanya, getting his hair done with them and chatting with them about relationships.

for that matter a lot of his scenes with allison start to lean into that direction. they pull back just before they cross that line, but because of the beauty parlor scene, i think they warrant mentioning.

third, as was the case with allison, vanya’s marginilized identity is the most important thing about her.

again, it’s important to acknowledge a person’s sexual orientation and how it affects how they see and move through the world, especially if they’re queer, especially in this time and place.

but. a person’s sexual orientation isn’t the most important thing about them, nor the most interesting thing about them. vanya is queer, but she is also an individual.

and to put it plainly, every single aspect of vanya’s individuality is cored out and destroyed and nothing is left but her sexual orientation.

vanya didn’t need a romance in season two. in fact, she shouldn’t have had one. she had to grapple with what she’d done, and what had been done to her, and find a way to regain faith in her family and get a grip on her powers.

and none of that happens in a way that isn’t clearly a halfassed afterthought: vanya doesn’t react to her memories, she just passively gets them back; vanya can’t choose how and when she returns to the family or whether she’ll forgive them when she does so instantly and passively; and vanya instantly gains perfect control over a powerset that does whatever the plot needs it to.

vanya’s queerness isn’t even something she has defined opinions about, aside from vague ‘you shouldn’t hate yourself’ and ‘i am not a disease’ notions that are whitebread enough for straight people to be comfortable with and approve of, and pat themselves on the back for approving of.

and aside from that, okay, great. it’s genuinely great that vanya’s affirmed in her identity, especially given the environment she lands in. but what else. or is that all the straights let her have? (it is)

vanya, the central and most vital character of the first season, is now a tertiary character. vanya’s entire storyline is all about sissy and harlan, and about what she can do for them, as opposed to what they (secondary characters who are only here for one season) can do for her (a main character who’s meant to be here for the entire show). it’s all about vanya teaching sissy to embrace her queerness and love herself, and taking care of her kid for her. and about sissy and harlan.... being taken care of by vanya, who hides who she really is from them and is then rejected and abandoned by them as soon as she reveals it, but in a way that’s framed as ~so romantic.~

vanya doesn’t learn anything from her relationship with sissy. she’s just on standstill for eight episodes until it’s time for her to be tortured into passively causing the apocalypse (a step down from season one, where vanya’s choices led her to doing so).

sissy’s the one who evolves and changes over the course of this relationship, not vanya, who stays the same even after she gets her memories back.

in fact... since sissy is the person who gives vanya amnesia... quite literally, the writers had vanya’s sexual orientation derail her character. because of vanya’s girlfriend, and because of vanya’s relationship, she can’t have the development she actually needs.

this wasn’t necessary. vanya could’ve developed as a character while in a relationship with sissy. she could’ve confirmed her queerness casually, like klaus did, and not had a relationship at all.

instead, vanya gets nothing in season two. she’s even behind the place she was in at the end of season one, because she never got to adequately understand her feelings, and instead had them ripped out of her hands. she spent an entire ten episodes of stagnation, as a shell of herself, because the writers cared more about making vanya a symbol than a fully-defined person.

essentially, the writers ripped the foundation out of the house, and made ellen page rebuild it with only one pillar labeled ‘queer-but-digestible.’

but.

fourth, the show goes out of its way to make sure that the only queer characters are white.

ben and klaus’s subtext is very present and very intentional, but writers are great at sneaking in gay subtext they have no intentions of doing anything with. and you have to ask: is anything actually going to happen canonically between ben and klaus, or are we just being baited again? (or, is this the best the showrunners can do, because they’re being prevented by netflix from going there?)

jill exists to make sure that you know ben is Definitely Straight (i wish it indicated that he were bisexual, but you fucking know the straight writers weren’t thinking that).

lila exists, in part, to make sure that you know diego is Definitely Straight (again... the writers aren’t thinking about him as a bisexual man).

again, diego was pointedly separated from klaus in this season, in no small part because the showrunners are very aware of the fandom, and the chemistry between diego and klaus was very noticeable last season.

“so what you’re saying is, interracial queer couples are more subversive than cis white queer couples?”

yes. yes, exactly.

it’s not a coincidence that the most hated tua ship (allison/luther) is an interracial one, or that the show downplays them compared to last season in favor of allison’s Perfect Husband (of the same race as her). it’s not a coincidence that the shippy vibes klaus has with diego and ben are either buried (diego) or wildly dissonant (ben) this season.

it’s not a coincidence that the show makes sure that the only queer relationships that get to actually exist in a way that’s acknowledged by the text are between able-bodied, attractive cis white people; dave/klaus and vanya/sissy.

and we only catch a glimpse of klave at best, before s2 definitively shoots the relationship in the head. they’re done, and the most we even know about them, other than that they happened, was that dave dies tragically, and a few vague suggestions that their romance sure was great.

vissy’s the only one with time devoted to it, and to me, it feels like it was written by straight people for straight people. and i mean, the ship is literally a corporate mandate. the showrunners put it in because they knew the fans wanted vanya to date a good pure woman. ‘vissy’ is a ship name that was coined by the corporate-run tua twitter account (much in the same way that lila and raymond are mandates as well, and that their names were literally designed to be put into ship portmanteaus, like dilila or allmond).

vanya and sissy are a couple with great chemistry who have lots of sex, but other than that... what do they have in common? what do they do together? what are their shared interests, aside from taking care of sissy’s kid, having sex, and fantasizing about sneaking off to start a life together where they will presumably take care of sissy’s kid and have more sex.

ten episodes come and go, and we’re no closer to a conclusion. the writers just stopped at ‘well they like to make out and they take care of this kid together’ and that was that.

vissy occupies that very specific type of sapphic relationship that straight people find especially palatable and acceptable.

namely, ‘two white pretty cis women, one blonde and hyperfeminine, and one brunette and noticeably less feminine, but only insofar as she can be perceived as a tomboy, and not butch (because ‘butch’ is scary to straight people)’.

namely, said women reflect the ‘traditional gender role relationship’ to make sure the straights aren’t confused, but not in a way that implies that vanya is too unfeminine for straight women to not be uncomfortable with her, or for straight men to not be attracted to her.

namely, the show makes sure to show that vanya and sissy sure are a wholesome sweet domestic farm couple that have good proper nonkinky sex, never have any arguments or disagreements or are anything less than entirely supportive, and take care of a sweet child and only want to live a quiet, nonthreatening life (in california! you know, where the gays go!) that won’t make you, the straight person watching, confused or uncomfortable.

namely, ‘we’re not gonna say vanya’s bi’ because that might confuse the audience who can’t distinguish ellen page’s sexuality from the character she’s performing.

vanya’s bisexuality/pansexuality/queerness is danced around, and while marin ireland’s referred to sissy in terms that identify her as somewhere aligning to those labels, it feels like the writing genuinely can’t decide if she was ever genuinely attracted to carl or not.

and while i buy that sissy wouldn’t know the term to describe how she identifies, i’m just... very aware that vanya never says ‘bi’ because the writers are afraid of confirming it.

the relationship as a whole is very much the ‘tortured closeted woman discovers she’s gay and is taught how to love herself by a Good woman who heals her with love’ trope that just keeps showing up and up and up in sapphic circles these days. (sometimes it’s done well: see, the haunting of bly manor. sometimes, you get vissy.)

sissy’s personality is so vague and poorly-defined, because she isn’t allowed to be anything less than sweet, wholesome and too good for this world. and vanya’s personality is lobotomized, so she can’t be angry, selfish or too emotional. because otherwise, people might thing we’re homophobic, if our queer characters are flawed.

remember all the articles about sissy that always refer to her as ‘Brave’ or ‘Fearless’? yeah. they patted themselves on the back for that one. of course they called her Brave.

vissy is used as a way to show the audience that vanya is redeemed and good, actually, because being in a relationship fixed her trauma and mental illness and emotional issues. which also reflects the shitty sentiment that’s been rearing up in sapphic circles these days, that all you need is to be in a relationship and your girlfriend will fix everything that’s wrong in your life (she won’t).

vissy has a lot of serious issues, in terms of how vanya doesn’t trust sissy, how sissy keeps trying to keep vanya from leaving or having a life outside the farm, and how the emotional work in the relationship is mostly coming from vanya’s end, but none are explored, and the relationship is framed as Good and Positive Only. because you know, queer women can’t be in unhealthy relationships.

as mentioned before, when vanya tells sissy who she really is, sissy responds by grabbing her child, breaking up with vanya and ditching her. literally, because she found out who vanya really is. and the show frames it as ~oh isn’t it a shame that these sweet lovers can’t be together. maybe someday~

how vissy was obsessed over by netflix social media accounts as a Love Story For The Ages, because the pretty cis white women are the most marketable, and because vissy was created literally as a way to pander to the fans about ~representation is important~ rather than a way to help vanya as a character grow in a meaningful way.

so essentially. a mixed bag. tua did confirm klaus and vanya’s queerness, and took a step towards confirming ben’s, but they played chicken with the depiction of the queer relationships themselves, and they made vanya’s queerness the whole of her identity, rather than one facet of it.

thanks, i hate it.

#asks #tua salt #tua s2 salt #vissy #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #tua tv

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I have no problem with (American) celebrities talking about politics, mostly because I don't think it's my place to tell anyone what they should talk about. What I take issue with is the condescending tone some liberal celebrities use when talking about voters from the other side. And the reason for that is, they don't know what they're talking about. A celebrity who is worth millions can't understand what a single mother who lives in a trailer park is going through. Or what a 20-year-old going to community college is going through. So why do celebrities get on TV and start shaming those who voted differently from them? Most of the time it doesn't even matter since the problems of us normies don't affect them. And the proof of that is that they've been travelling like crazy during this pandemic while we're supposed to feel ashamed for wanting to go see grandma after almost a year. This shaming of conservative/republican voters by celebrities like Chris Evans, Pedro Pascal, Elliot (previously Ellen) Page and so on needs to stop.

(Warning in advance: this kind of struck my blue collar nerve, so apologies for the essay you got as a result. TLDR is you’re right and you should say it, and this is a damaging stereotype that has grown particularly dangerous during the pandemic.)

100% agree. And this is universal internationally, imo, or at least in North America/Europe, from what I’ve seen - even if places outside of the USA aren’t quite as divided politically, the pandemic and everything to go with it has just elevated the tension everywhere. People in general are going to vote for the person that promises them the slightest bit of relief of the absolute nightmare that the last year had been and shaming them for that is definitely a case of misplaced self-righteousness.

One thing that really has been making me increasingly irritated about this is the ‘wEaR a MaSk’ celebrity gang (coincidentally almost always the same people who cried in their mansions about how bored they were and decided to encourage people by singing Imagine of all things - no, I haven’t forgotten) when the majority of people didn’t actually protest masks - they protested lockdowns, when they stretched out for months and it was clear that governments would offer no relief to small business owners. At this point, ‘conservative’ and ‘anti-mask’ had become somewhat of a synonym, and everyone seemed to forget that it was barely about the masks to begin with.

I’m bringing this up because it was exactly the condescension that you’re talking about being displayed from everywhere when people started getting angry. 'Just stay home, how bad can it be’, ‘don’t be selfish’, ‘wear your mask, that’s all that’s asked of you’ became the main leading point of liberalism and it was extensively successful in reducing people’s very genuine fears to some petty protesting over masks. Not saying that didn’t happen - there were definitely people flat out refusing to wear those - but it was never about the masks. What about the people who would not have a home to stay in by the end of the month when the last salary they’d had before being sent on who knows how long unpaid leave ran out? If the preventive measures had been limited to wearing masks and standing 2m away from each other, we would be in a better place as a species than we currently are.

And this isn’t even coming only from proper-rich people (last week I saw a tweet that went along the lines of, ‘I haven’t been living in fear, I’ve been staying in the comfort of my own home for months’ and I swear I nearly saw red because it’s just! good for you! last march I had to open a ko-fi page because my salary wouldn’t come in and I had to scrap together food for three people out of spare change while the multibillion dollar company I worked for decided whether they’d deign us with money we’d worked for during a pandemic! glad you’re having a good time, though!) but it’s even worse specifically from them. I distinctly remember Katherine McNamara’s whole ‘teehee just stay home I know it’s boring but you can do it’ shtick, occasionally interrupted by her taking photos on yachts and the realisation that I couldn’t stand it a moment longer before I unfollowed her, and that was so prevalent when it came to - largely liberal - celebrities that I can see why it straight up radicalised a lot of people.

Obviously all politicians lie for their own gain. I’m not saying that the conservative ones were in any way better than their liberal counterparts, but they have rarely been much worse, internationally speaking. And let me tell you - when you don’t know if you’re going to eat tomorrow, when you’re not sure if you’ll even have a job next month because of the measures tightening further, when you’re looking for literally any port in a storm, you’re going to latch on to the people who offer the way out.

Open up [insert country here] in the name of freedom resonated with people because it meant getting their jobs and their security and, again, in some much harsher cases, their homes, back. A family-owned business going under knocks your entire life off-balance - trust me, I would know, because it happened to my family. It was two years ago, nothing to do with covid, but it was largely due to much bigger chain stores in the vicinity. This happens constantly to people all over the world because while small businesses were closed and fined to hell and back for daring to open up shop, the Walmarts and Lidls and Tescos and Billas of the world profited off of people’s desperation for goods that, at the beginning of the pandemic and the delays in international transports, were scarce. The regional managers at my workplace (it was H&M, I’m no longer under contract so I don’t give a shit) fought tooth and nail to open every street location store (such as the one I worked in) while small clothing shops stayed closed for at least two more months, or were open under severe restrictions about how many people could come in at a time, which, obviously, affected them tremendously.

About two weeks ago, a friend told me about a bakery near his place that he really loves. Everyone loved it - up to and including the kids in the nearby school, who would come in during recess - and understandably, people were worried when all sorts of eating-related places were closed, because this was a family business and the family’s only income. Eventually, the schools opened for a bit last year and so did restaurants, but the bakery didn’t, so my friend called the owner to check up on them and the woman just burst into tears on the other side of the line and told him that they hadn’t made it. He asked her if there was still a chance they’d pull through - with a loan or something, at first - and she told him, ‘No, we’re in too deep.’

I barely remember being as angry as I was then. That’s one entire family’s livelihood, destroyed. In this country alone, she’s one of thousands. Worldwide, she’s one of millions. And, just... I’ve been poor all my life. I feel no shame in saying that. For my entire childhood, everything we had or didn’t have depended on how much money my parents’s shop had made on any given day. I started working as soon as I could; I put myself through university. I’ve struggled all the way through. I still struggle now, every month, whenever bills come into the equation, but we manage. We were one of the lucky ones. Stories of people who weren’t are countless, and they break my heart. The notion of some dumbass celebrity talking about how frivolous and ridiculous and uninformed it is to want to open up countries just because it’s mainly conservative politicians tooting that horn fills me with a rare amount of rage.

So, yeah. Elections are coming in my country. Both parliamentary and presidential. And this year I don’t feel like voting for anyone conservative or liberal; I’m just going to vote for whoever either gives people money or allows them to work for it. It feels like at this point, we’ve all been boiled down to that.

#asks #politics #lots of it #again apologies #this has been building up for almost a year now #Anonymous

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Flash Part 2

A/N lol I think I have to stop with the angst I’m beginning to get chest pain as I write ahhahhahahah

Decided to post this early, thank you for 300!

Harry comes home to see the reaction of his wife and the very messy video

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Spending the night in a club, you would think your heart is beating fast because of the adrenaline and the body heat surrounding you. Spending the night in a club, you would think you can get away from all the external factors in your life that make you feel weighed down. Yet Harry was far from the satisfaction the club promised to give. Yes, his heart was beating fast but definitely not from the loud music. Yes, he did forget about his bad day in the office earlier today but now he’s got a bigger issue at hand.

While he was too busy swirling around the dance floor having the time of his life, he decided to make his way to a pretty girl and maybe get to know her better. Get to know her better could have ended Mr. Styles’ night in many ways and although he stopped himself from cheating on his wife, he still got dragged in the mud. You see, when Harry was still in college with his friends, he was a total frat boy and he did get drunk every other night with a new girl in his bed but as adulthood kept coming his way, his past life soon began to fade. Harry’s new life consisted of his company, his family and friends but most importantly his wife, Y/N. I guess this is why tonight was not only shocking for him but very disappointing. He’s ashamed of himself that not only was he tempted to cheat... he got caught in the stupidest way ever! You have to admit, approaching a random girl on a dance floor, you wouldn’t expect them to steal your phone and send your wife a video of you rubbing yourself on her while she moans! In reality, Harry was trying to grab his phone from her hands but he was scared that he might hurt her or harass her in some way. So, continuing where we last left off, Harry was still angry but more like shitting his pants

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, Fuck!” Harry yells over and over again as he stares at his phone. He can’t take his eyes off the text messages with his wife. He thinks the more he stares at the delivered video the more likely it would disappear. Maybe, he’s drunk? Maybe, the video wasn’t actually sent? So, he taps the phone and raises it to full volume bringing it closer to his ear, He’s really praying that the music drowns the audio out but what difference would it make? He’s grinding on her for fuck’s sake! Harry is religious but he wasn’t much of the man who would practice his faith... now, however, seemed like the perfect time to start.

The unnamed girl was just leaning on the wall, seeming to look too bored at the picture she painted right in front of her. Did she take too many drinks tonight? Yes. Was she high too? Yes. Does she care that she’s practically a homewrecker now? No. “You know you can use other words to express your anger than fuck?” She laughs as Harry’s eyes narrow at her.

“Fuck you.” He replies almost instantly and leaves her by herself. He couldn’t make the time to look for his mates and bid his goodbyes and most certainly not was he going to say bye to this random chick that fucked up his whole night. As he makes his way to the exit, he calls his driver, Elliot so he can drive this poor man home.

The car ride home was probably the most crucial part of this all. Harry couldn’t stop staring at his screen. He wanted to see if the “delivered” would turn into “read” but knowing Y/N, her read receipts were off anyways. His mind was in a total frenzy. His head was fucking hurting as his thoughts yelled at him for being stupid while his heart was aching, aching in pain. He didn’t know what to do. He could have the hardest problem at his work right now but no level of stress can make him feel like his heart was going to be torn apart!

“Sir, we’re here.” Elliot says calmly as he observes his boss’ body language.

“Thank you, drive home safe Elly.” Harry replied rudely as he tries to stabilize himself as he slams the door shut.

“Baby!” Y/N calls as she stands in the front of the big doors of their lovely modern house. Harry’s eyes turn into hearts as he watches his girl standing there waiting for him in her tiny tank top and sweats.

“Hey.” He says coldly as he hugs her and keeps one arm around her waist as he guides her back inside their home. “I thought you were asleep love, it’s late.” He frowns. He looks into their living room. The TV was still on and her favourite wool blanket and pillow laid recklessly on their couch.

“Well yeah I know.” She pouts as she turns off the TV “But it’s also 2 AM and I was worried about you, you know. You never go out to clubs that often and I was scared something might happen to you.” She takes him into her arms and cuddles into him. She misses him a lot. Y/N silently takes his hands and holds them against her back as she leads them into their room.

Harry stands quietly as he watches his wife take his tie off and unbutton his polo. “Harry, you okay? Did you drink a lot?” She asks sweetly as she makes eye contact with her husband. She doesn’t stop unbuttoning though and when he doesn’t reply, all she can do is take the side of his face so she can caress it. Maybe, he’s just tired, she thought to herself. After Harry was changed, he charged his phone sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. He couldn’t think, the guilt was eating him alive. Y/N was in the bathroom, doing her night routine and all Harry could think is fuck.

His wife walks in a couple minutes later. As she rubs the towel against her neck, she looks at her husband who’s been too quiet. Throwing the towel on one of their chairs, she makes her way in front of her husband. Without another word, she puts herself in his lap and brushes the hair away from his face. “Can you please tell me what happened?” She asks quietly. Harry kept his hands to himself and tried his best to not look her in the eyes. “Baby, you’re crying.” Y/N calls Harry out in schock. What could possibly happen? Tonight was supposed to be fun for him. She wanted him to spend time with his mates.

“Where’s your phone, Y/N.” He replies coldly. Y/N didn’t know how to react. He seemed angry and all.

“Ha-”

“Give me your phone!” He pulls her off him as he stands up quickly, looking around the room if he can find it. “Where is it! Where is it!”

“Why do you need my phone Harry?” Y/N soon began to grow frustrated as she watches the man in front of her loose his fucking mind.

“Where the fuck is your fucking fuck ass phone!” He screams as he’s full on heavily crying now.

“Baby, tell me why you need it!”

“Y/N please. Just give it to me!” He pleads as he finally makes eye contact with her. Both of their hearts dropping as Harry’s eyes and distance hurts them more.

“It’s on my nightstand, it died after I texted you. Haven’t been on it yet.” She pouts as she watches Harry quickly snatch it off the wireless pad. She was stuck. She didn’t know why Harry wanted to see her phone so badly. A part of her wanted to take the phone first, see what’s on it so she can know what he’s screaming at her for but another part of her knows she has nothing to hide.

Funny thing is it’s true she has nothing to hide but her husband did. The real question now is if Harry was going to show her or just delete the message off her phone so she won’t ever see it again. She will never know about it.

Marriage is a tricky thing. With all the love and butterflies, the real foundation was trust and unconditional acceptance. In a second, Harry had to make a decision that could either make or break his marriage. Of course, he wanted this whole night erased from his memory. He didn’t want his love to know, he approached another girl! Yet the other side of him, his heart was screaming to tell the anxious girl in front of him. If she really loves you maybe she’ll stay? He thought. If she really was smart, she should probably leave now. You’re going to always fuck up one way or another. He thought again.

“Harry. Can we talk? What’s on my phone that you need it so badly? Why are you crying?” She walks towards him with fear in her eyes. She was scared. She thought when Harry came home, he would come back at a reasonable hour and make love to her as they fall asleep but instead, he’s acting cold and crying.

“I fucked up.” He cries and goes on his knees, clenching his missus’ phone to his chest. “I’m sorry baby you have to believe me!” He cries harder. Y/N eyes widen. He cheated on her...

“What the fuck. Don’t tell me… don’t tell me you cheated please…” She steps away from him, looking at the window. This was a never ending nightmare.

“I didn’t! I didn’t” her heart feels relieved. “But this girl took my phone and recorded me while she was moaning and she sent it to you.” She turns around to look at him.

“Why would she do that?” Y/N was far from confused.

“I approached her on the dance floor, she saw me reading your text and-”

“You approached her? Why?” Harry cries harder as he watches the disappointment in her eyes rise.

“Niall pointed her out to me because she looked like the type of girl I would go for back in college. I-I was drunk I didn’t mean to-” “You were going to cheat on me?!” Y/N finally screams in anger. She walks into their ensuite and slams the door. Harry quickly rushes to the door, finding it already locked.

“Baby please I was drunk… I- I would never cheat on you I swear to God! I fucking love you please don’t fucking leave me please!” He screams as the tears feel salty in his mouth. Call him over emotional but he never thought there would be a day where his fear of his wife leaving him would possibly be true. She unlocks the door with a cold face.

“Show me the video.”

“Baby I don’t-”

“Show me the fucking video Harry! God damn it!” She yells and snatches her phone back. She sits at the end of their bed. Harry watches her as he stands far from her, only staying near the window.

Y/N puts her volume to the highest level as she taps play. Messy, nasty moans can be clearly heard as she watches Harry too close to the unnamed girl. She watches his hands near the phone’s camera, as if he was pinning her hands there. His eyes glanced at the camera but quickly looked back at the girl. His mouth close to her ear saying give it to me repeatedly.

Y/N quickly deletes the 6 second video twice and shuts her phone. Harry looks at her with tears still in his eyes.Y/N however is just about to start her water works once again. “Harry come here.” He comes close to her and kneels in front of her.

“In this video, you really look like you were grinding on her.” She pouts as Harry rubs her thighs. He’s always quiet when they get into fights. It’s not like he felt weak or anything to retaliate but with Y/N, he learned to stay quiet and let her talk. He taught himself to speak little in their fights and let her express her anger when she’s mad. He taught himself that in their marriage, he’s ready to lose arguments as long as he doesn’t lose her. “If I’m being 100% honest with you. She seems like a whore who was too bored and she wanted to mess around with you. I trust you. I love you so much that I trust that this video is not proof you cheated on me. I love you.”

“Baby, I love you-”

“I’m not done.” She whispers quietly and draws a heart on his forehead with her thumb. “I’m a bit mad that you almost cheated on me. What happened if she didn’t take away your phone, would you be sober enough to realize what you were doing? Drunk or not, I’m the type of girl who would cushion you for that.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. Please I don’t know what was in me.”

“You don’t have an answer for going up to that girl do you?” She frowns as her fingers play with his hair. His tears fall again.

“Y/N, I love you fucking much. You’re right, I don’t have a reason but I promise you that I would never act on anything or think like that ever. That girl and the amount of shots I had… I felt so drunk that I couldn’t comprehend my decisions. I love you and I promise I would never put you and I in that position ever again.” Y/N leans down to kiss him, to reassure him that although she’s a bit mad she understands him.

“You think I’m going to let a whore ruin our marriage?” She laughs, “Baby, we’re playing the long game here and nothing is going to change in a flash. You got me and I got you.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshots #harry styles imagines #harry x reader #one direction #one direction one shots #flash

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years

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What Happens Next?

A/N: This chapter is kind of short, so I hope you still enjoy it! The next chapter will definitely have a lot of smut and cheesy stuff in it so stay with me lol. If you want added to the taglist or if I was the worst and forgot to tag you please just message me and let me know!!

Summary: You and James finally have that long avoided talk.

Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of mental illness, implications of sexual assault.

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Part Five

Annie's Diner

James orders two chocolate milkshakes and plate of fries, thanking the waitress with a beautiful smile. Sitting in this diner with him feels absolutely surreal. It's obvious to you why you've refused to say a word to him since prom. He makes you weak. You feel yourself falling again, you're so easily swayed by him and you don't even want to fight it.

"Are you sure that's all you want to eat?" He asks, obviously trying to be careful with his words.

You just nod without a word. You keep your eyes glued to the table, pretending to be very intrigued by it. It kills you that this is almost awkward. You never dreamed that you and James would ever have a moment that would feel this unnatural.

"Doll?" He says, his voice has a questioning tone.

"I told you not to call me that." You say without looking up. You don't want to hear him call you that name ever again, he poisoned it when he used it for that other girl.

"What's her name?" You ask quietly, glancing up at him.

He sighs deeply, accepting the inevitable question.

"Elise, I never wanted to take her to prom." He explains.

"So you dumped for me somebody you didn't even like! That makes me feel so much better, thank you so much James." You say, filled with anger at his sorry ass explanation.

"She started the rumors about you, not me. As soon as she got into the gym that night she started spreading them." He blurts out, obviously desperate to convince you of his innocence.

"Honestly, I don't care who started the rumors. It almost makes it worse that you didn't. If you had, then you would at least be able to plead the case of clinging to your own lie, of not wanting to embarrass yourself by telling everyone that you were an asshole that made that shit up. Since somebody else started them, you had nothing to lose by telling everyone the truth. You didn't though, so that's what matters, not who started them, but the fact that you didn't stop them." You finish your little rant with a huge sigh.

Does he really think that he's going to get out of this by blaming somebody else? James just sits there, eyes wide. He looks so defeated already, like you just sucked all the life out of him. Maybe he's really starting to grasp just how much pain he's subjected you to.

"You're right, I didn't. Because I cared too much about what people thought and I was scared. I was stupid, and selfish, and it made me lose the best thing that's ever happened to me." He looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Save the Shakespeare bullshit, James. If I was the best thing you've ever had you wouldn't have thrown me away for somebody who meant nothing." You retort.

"I did not fucking throw you away. I did not dump you. I showed up expecting to meet you with Elliot and Henry, but then the girls were there like an ambush or something." He says, his voice laced with frustration.

"Listen to me, if I had turned Elise down right then and there, your life would have become a living hell." He says, lowering his voice like he's scared somebody will hear.

"Right, because she didn't do that anyway." You snap, words dripping with sarcasm.

"Do you remember that girl at the beginning of the year, the one that sang the national anthem at the football game?" He asks urgently.

You try to think back, you do remember her a little. She wasn't here for very long though, just long enough to sing the national anthem and then she left the school abruptly. She had the most beautiful black hair, that seems to be the only detail you can remember about her.

"Elise wanted to sing that, but the principal liked the way Wendy sang it." You begin to put the pieces together.

"When Elise found out that she wasn't going to sing it, she got very close to Wendy all of a sudden. She found out that she was pregnant because she was foolin' around with one of the football players." He explains.

"So she told the principal and got Wendy expelled." You fill in the rest.

"Where's Wendy now?" You ask.

"Last I heard she left town, she was about 6 months pregnant when she moved. Her and her parents just up and left one day." He says.

"Is that according to Elise?" You ask.

"That's according to Andrew, the guy that knocked her up." He states.

You sit quietly for a second, could one girl really hold that much power over a school? You think back to when you were called to the principal's office that Monday afternoon. You had plead your case honestly, but all the principal had to say was, "Evidence suggests otherwise". What the hell did that even mean? It sort of made sense now. Adults have never been good at taking people your age seriously. Especially if it's a grown man being asked to listen to a young woman. Unless of course, that young woman has something to offer him.

"So you were scared of what Elise might have done, then you saved your ass by pretending you didn't know me?" You ask, not really angry just trying to understand.

"I hate myself for it, but yes." He says.

"How did she even know you'd be there?" You ask, realizing how stupid the question is.

"Elliot told Annette, then Annette told Elise. You know how it goes." Annette is obviously one of the two girls that accompanied Elise that night.

"She was the one stalking me." He says.

"Stalking you?" You ask, your eyebrows shooting up in shock.

Just then the waitress shows up with your milkshakes and fries, sets them down quietly and asks if you need anything else. You say "no thank you" a little too quickly, trying to get back to the story James is telling as fast as you can.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You say, popping a fry in your mouth. Your anger is disappearing slowly, but you still cling to the fact that he hasn't made it right until now though.

"She was obsessed with me man." He says, sipping his shake.

"I caught her driving past my house, I even caught her looking in my bedroom window when I came home one night. I was scared what she might do to you if I didn't go along with what she wanted at prom." He seems genuinely stressed, visibly upset by how everything played out.

You just sit and listen, munching on your fries, occasionally drinking your shake. Every part of you wants to be mad at him, to yell at him for not making it right before now. He didn't even want to make it right really, he just happened to be at the dance hall tonight. By pure coincidence he saw Daniel dragging you out of there. Right? He couldn't have known you would be there tonight… unless.

"Molly?" You ask, realization suddenly hitting you like a bus.

He's not confused at all, his eyes just go wide.

"Molly set this up with you didn't she?" You say, voice growing in volume.

"She may have given me a call." He says calmly.

"Oh my God." You whisper.

"Doll, please-." You cut him off by staring daggers at him for using the nickname.

"Sorry, just please hear me out." He says cautiously.

"That's what I've been doing." You scoff.

He ignores your snark and keeps talking, taking it as some form of permission.

"I couldn't show any sign that I knew you at prom, for obvious reasons. I couldn't come talk to you after, I never found out where you live, I never got your phone number, I had no way of reaching you except for at school where you wouldn't even look at me. For good reason I know, but I just couldn't get to you." The words spill out of his mouth like he's running out of time.

"Then of course there was Elise, she was always breathing down my neck constantly. I tried to confront her one time, asked her what the hell her problem was. All she said was that I should watch it or she would get the principal involved. I can only guess that her rich ass parents were pumping money into the school, or maybe she was-"

"Or she was sleeping with the principal?" You interrupt to ask out of morbid curiosity, your eyebrows high and eyes wide.

"That's a possibility." James says.

"Either way, she had some kind of hold on him. Something that made it very difficult for him to combat anything she told him." He says.

"Jesus, this is like some twisted murder novel." You exclaim.

"Now I hate to use this line, but please believe me when I say this." He says with begging eyes.

"In a very messy way, I was trying to protect you. And when you wanted nothing to do with me, I couldn't force myself back into your life because that would just make you hate me more. I couldn't tell the school the truth because Elise would have dragged you down with me. If it had just been my own ass on the line I would have told everyone and their mother the truth, but I couldn't let her make things worse for you."

You both sit in silence, him waiting for a response, you waiting for him to go on.

"As soon as I could I found Molly and told her everything. She told me it would be hard to do, but that she was certain we could fix this."

"Traitor." You mutter, earning a chuckle from him.

"I had to wait. I'm not just saying this to sound dramatic, I was genuinely afraid of what Elise might do if she ever found out how I felt about you. Which are feelings I still have, by the way." He says quietly.

You just sit there, dumbfounded. He was being stalked, genuinely stalked. That's why he was so stiff that night, so unlike himself. Holy shit. James actually has a pretty good reason for what he did. It's not perfect by far, and you could sit here all night arguing about other options he may or may not have had. That would be a waste of time though. There's just one question burning in the back of your mind.

"Why didn't you ask Molly where I live, or what number to call?" You ask.

"I told you, I couldn't force myself into your life with you already so angry with me. While Elise could hurt me with words, I'm quite confident you could whoop my ass if I pushed you enough." He says, a teasing smile on his lips.

"I didn't want to ruin it doll, the most I could hope for was a night like tonight. I told you, I had to just wait. If I had pushed you or cornered you that would have been the last straw and you know it. I had to hold on to that hope that I had a sliver of a chance to…" He stops for a second, his face knits into a very pensive look.

"A chance to love you again." He finishes, seemingly content with the words he's found.

You hate how much sense it all makes. If Elise is really that batshit, he really had no other option than to just let everything play out until he could find a way to talk to you. A chance like tonight.

"That afternoon, it's irreplaceable. I know a lot of it happened really fast, and a lot of it was really intense." He says, the look in his eyes tells you he's thinking about the way you made love. Both of you were so reckless and full of passion. Your chest burns with desire, heart aching for his touch again.

"Well then what about now, James? Are we supposed to just be together and expect Elise to be over it just because we're not at school anymore? Is she still stalking you?" You ask.

"She's not here anymore. Her family moved to Florida, not before she broke one of the windows in my house for not calling her back though." He says and lets out a little laugh.

"Well shit." You say.

"So let me get everything straight. One of your friends let it slip to one of her friends that you would be at prom. She surprise attacked you and then you panicked and did your best to make it seem like you didn't know in an attempt to protect me. That wasn't good enough for her, so she started the rumors about me being your stalker for good measure?" You ask.

He nods silently.

"Then I was so pissed off that I wouldn't talk to you, for good reason in my mind. You couldn't expose the rumors as lies without painting an even bigger target on my back, so you just gave me my space, waited for Elise to not be a problem anymore, then conspired with my best friend to get me to the dance hall so you could finally have your chance to explain?"

Another quiet nod.

You chew your lip, it does all add up. You try to think of what you would have done in that situation. Of course you want to say you would never throw James under the bus, you would stand up for him and bravely profess your love, but human nature is a bitch. People panic and scramble to do what they think is best based on instinct. That's what James had done. You can't even be mad at him for not trying to get you alone to talk sooner, because you know you would have been too blinded with rage to do anything except flail your fists at him like you had earlier tonight.

"I am so fucking sorry doll." You don't even flinch at the name now.

"After I've said all of that, I need you to know that I know it's my fault. I should have told you about Elise that night on the roof, I should have warned you and kept you safe that way. I just didn't know how to really throw in the fact that I was being stalked without absolutely ruining everything. It was all so perfect, everything was perfect with you. It was all so new and overwhelming, I couldn't think straight. So when I saw you there, in those damn boots and that dress, I just fucking panicked. I only ever wanted to keep you safe, that's all I wanted. I just fucked it up. I really fucked it up." There are tears in his eyes now, he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and breathes deeply in through his nose.

He's watching you with those beautiful eyes, waiting for you to say something, anything.

Then it hits you, there's something he still hasn't done. With Elise gone he has no reason to not tell everyone she made it all up.

"Then why haven't you told everyone the truth? That I never stalked you, that Elise did, that it was all a lie and-"

"I have, everyone I could get to listen, I told. I told them as soon as Elise left." He says.

It makes sense that you never heard of him doing so. You've avoided everyone from highschool since you graduated. That would definitely explain the lack of stares and whispering at the dance hall. Your presence no longer caused anxiety in everyone, because they knew the truth.

"Why didn't you ever call the police on her Buck?" You ask, slipping back into the habit of using his nickname. His shoulders relax a little bit when he hears it leave your lips.

"What good would that do? She's too young to go to jail, so the only other place they'd put her in is the asylum." He says, his voice very serious.

You start to feel very sorry for Elise. She has all that beauty, but she's so very sick. You understand how somebody could be that crazy over James, he's everything a girl could want. Your mind wanders to what all Elise must have been through in order to be so unstable. Your heart aches for the girl you only spoke to once. You had seen her around school a handful of times now that you think about it hard enough. Always smiling, always talking to somebody, always looking so pretty. Even after she ruined prom for both of you, even after she stalked him at his house and damaged his property, he didn't want to ruin her life.

"Her friends came and talked to me after she started driving by my house. Of course I asked them what was wrong with her, all they could say was that her parents were both too obsessed with their wealthy socialite lives to give her the time of day, so she became desperate for any attention she could get, to the point of getting involved with faculty. They told me her family was moving eventually and begged me to let them and Elise's parents deal with the situation. That way Elise wouldn't get herself into a bigger mess." He says the last part with a low serious voice, your jaw drops when you catch his implication.

"Good God." You gape at him.

"So they begged you to wait until she had moved to tell everyone the truth, so she wouldn't snap and get herself into legal trouble?" You ask, filling in the blanks, everything making sense now.

He nods, "She left two weeks after graduation. She came to my house and cried on my porch for two hours the morning they moved."

He seems like he feels guilty, like he wishes he had done more.

"There's a million things I could have done differently, and I'm so sorry for all the things I should have done. I'm sorry for not telling you everything right away, I'm sorry for being so fucking cold to you at prom, I-"

"James." You say, reaching across the table to grab his hand, he stills completely and looks at you like a deer in headlights.

"It's ok. It was all a shitshow, and you were doing the best you could. I understand now, I can see how you were just trying to protect everyone. It's ok." You tell him.

Every ounce of anger and pain has left your body. It all makes sense now. James did all that he could to keep everyone involved from hurting anymore than they already were. At his own expense, maybe his execution wasn't flawless, but he did everything he could to make it right. He's still doing everything he can. He's sitting here with you, begging you for another chance, owning up to all the ways he fucked up. Had he really though? You realize something you haven't yet, James may very well have the biggest heart of anyone you know. Filled with enough kindness to even want to protect a person who made his life hell.

"She's sick James, you didn't want to fuck her life up anymore than it already had been. I don't blame you for that, I don't blame you for how you handled it." You explain.

God this night has done a complete turn around. As soon as you saw him, you agreed to talking with him and you fully expected him to tell you that he and Elise had been together all along, that he had gotten caught up in the moment with you and that he was sorry for leading you on. You never imagined that James had been carrying this load all by himself the past few months. It's all absolutely insane, and incredibly difficult to wrap your mind around. You feel so much relief at the fact that James had never lied to you about his feelings, and a significant amount of guilt for never reaching out to him to give him a chance to explain.

"I'm sorry that I never even-"

"Doll, don't. You had every reason to cut me out of your life. You were trying to protect yourself." He says, he squeezes your hand for reassurance.

You feel like you should have trusted what you shared that afternoon instead of acting purely on emotion, then maybe you would have been able to heal quicker. Then you remember the sensitive timeline with Elise, she would have done everything in her power to ruin what you and James have if she had been around to see it. Everything that happened had to happen that way for the safety of everyone involved.

"I haven't stopped loving you. I can't, I know I can't. Which sounds absolutely fucking insane, but I just feel it. You're still the most incredible thing I've ever seen." He says.

You don't even feel like you're in the diner anymore, it feels like you've floated to the roof and you're suspended in the sky, high off of the feeling of being loved again.

"It's ok if you can't say it back, I know we've only really spent half of a day together, but I've been miserable without you and I can't see myself ever feeling this way about somebody else so, I know what I feel. I know that I love you." He says it like somebody's about to cover his mouth to stop him from telling you.

You open your mouth to tell him that you love him too, that everything is ok, that you guys are going to figure it out, but you freeze when you hear the bell of the door jingle then see a large man in uniform walk through the door. You feel your entire body tense up, anxiety welling in your chest as your throat closes and your palms begin to sweat.

"Oh shit." You say quietly.

It's fucking Daniel, how the hell did he find you? He's accompanied by the boy that danced with Molly, and one other stocky blond man.

"What?" He asks, bewildered he turns his head towards the door.

"Oh shit." He says, whipping his head back around to look at you with terrified eyes.

"What's the plan if he-" James starts to say, but he's cut off by a loud voice.

"Hey punk, that's my girl you're sitting with." Daniel states, slurring his words just a little at the end.

James' chest inflates and he gives you a stern look. Anger flashes in his eyes.

"James don't." You try to say it as harshly as you can, but he's already moving before you can get the words out.

Everyone in the diner is frozen, watching with dropped jaws and wide eyes. Even the wait staff has paused to observe, those behind the counter have halted their cooking so they can gawk. This stupid small town, everyone's always so desperate for drama.

"Oddly enough, I don't remember her ever agreeing to be your girl." James starts, rolling up his sleeves as he talks. Is this idiot really about to try and fight off three soldiers?

"-but you don't strike me as a man who cares too much about consent." He says, dropping his voice a little to stress the weighty implications of his words.

Daniel's fists ball up at his sides, his friends start to glance around the diner with anxious eyes.

"Boys, if there's to be a fight y'all better take it outside." One of the older waitresses says loudly, obviously sick and tired of all these young bucks bringing their nonsense into her diner.

"What a great idea ma'am. Shall we gentlemen?" James asks with all the confidence in the world. God he really is an idiot.

"James-" You start, but the men are already stomping through the door into the parking lot.

"Fucking hell." You huff, you throw money down on the table out of your clutch, inevitably taking out way too much for some shakes and a plate of fries.

"Keep the change!" You say with an urgent voice as you gather yourself and run towards the door.

The boys have circled around to the side of the building, horrible fluorescent lights illuminating the scene. They've got James completely surrounded, almost backing him into a wall already. You know you aren't going to be able to stop this, not with all the damn testosterone and adrenaline already pumping through all of them. The most you can do is make sure it's a fair fight.

"Alright look. If y'all are gonna fight, you're not going to do this bullshit where you just outnumber him so you can win." You nearly shout.

"This is between James and Daniel, you goons need to step off." You say it like you're a strict teacher telling them off for whispering in class. You can't fucking believe that you're playing referee for this idiotic dick measuring contest.

"Unless you're all cowards who don't feel like you could beat him unless the fight is unfair." You finish then cross your arms, your plan to challenge their masculinity obviously working.

"I could take this prick in my sleep." Daniel says, rolling up his sleeves with clumsy drunk hands, "Watch and learn boys." His two friends glance at each other then take the cue to step back and let this fight be his.

James gives you a quick look, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a cocky smirk. His eyes say thank you, while he rolls his shoulders back and brings his fists up while Daniel steps towards him. Your fool in shining armor runs a hand through his hair and winks at you, you assume to thank you for getting Daniel's cronies to back off. You internally curse him for looking so damn handsome.

"Was one hit not enough pal? You want some more?" James says, cocky as ever. Your stomach twists with nerves, he's pushing it. He and Daniel are about the same size. Daniel is maybe an inch or two taller, but James has more bulk to him. Of course you want to say James is going to win, but it could really go either way.

Daniel sneers at him then cracks his knuckles, taking a hulking step towards James. James opens his mouth to make another snarky remark, but is cut short by Daniel's fist landing right on his jaw. Right where you hit him earlier. It makes a horrible cracking sound and blood sprays out of his mouth. You gasp and have to fight the urge to run and stand between them, knowing that would only make James more bent on fighting for you.

He seems completely dazed by the impact, stumbling back while he holds his face. He pulls his right hand away to look at the blood pouring out of his mouth. Before you can even process it, Daniel lunges at James, knocking him to the ground. They both smack on the pavement with a grunt, Daniel has James pinned to the ground and he just starts swinging, hitting anywhere he can, much like you did earlier. Except Daniel is drawing blood. James has his arms up, acting like a cage over his face. They're taking most of the blows, but Daniel occasionally gets his fist through to hit his face again.

"Fucking do something!" You scream at his gawking friends. They both jump and look at each other, not having any idea what to do.

"Stop!" You scream, running over to where Daniel is still laying into James.

You know you won't stand a chance just using your fists, so all you can think to do is kick. Kick like hell. You run up to Daniel, you bring your upper body in tight then let your right leg swing forward, bringing your foot full force into Daniel's face. He howls and falls back off of James, who takes the opportunity to jump and scramble backwards.

"You fucking whore!" Daniel yells, standing up to stalk towards you. That's when his friends finally intervene, each grabbing an arm to hold him back.

"Call the police, somebody call the police!" A woman's voice yells from behind you. You look wildly around, unaware of the crowd that had gathered.

Daniel and his friends panic at those words, faces white as they scramble back towards their car. Daniel turns and spits at you, swearing under his breath while his friends drag him away.

You hear James groan and your heart freezes in your chest. He's lying flat on his back, hands holding his face.

"Oh God, James." You run to him and drop to your knees. There's blood coming from his nose and his mouth, and his left eye is already swelling. He lets out a breathy laugh, gazing at you with heavy eyelids.

"I'm alright doll, doesn't hurt half as bad as when you socked me." He says, lopsided smirk spreading across his lips.

"You fucking idiot. Bucky, what the hell were you thinking?" You ask, cradling his head, you wipe his hair off of his forehead and cup his jaw. He looks up at you with an earnest look in his bright blue eyes, they appear almost silver in this lighting.

"He said you were his girl." He says with a weak voice.

"So?!" You almost yell at him, but you catch yourself.

"You're my girl." He says simply, then he winces and screws his eyes shut. His face relaxes and his head goes limp and falls to the side. Your chest fills with terror.

"James? James!" You yell, shaking him while you do. You know he isn't dead, but he's still unconscious, and that's enough to panic you. You hear somebody yell about an ambulance, but all you can focus on is James. God, this is all your fault.

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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6, 9, 10, 23, 25, 35 + elliot & isolde xx

hello stella, light of my life, welcome to “questions getting answered 300 years later” (❁´◡`❁) thank u for sending this in AND i love u immensely!

under the cut for mentions of prenatal depression and ptsd.

detailed oc questions!

✤ ELLIOT HONEYSETT

6. what were they like at school? did they enjoy it? did they finish? what level of higher education did they reach? what subjects did they enjoy? which did they hate?

elliot was a pretty average student. high b’s across the board, because of course scarlet would have tolerated nothing below a b+, and elliot graduated high school and went straight off into the academy. that’s pretty much the extent of her “higher” education--she thought for the longest time that she was going to go to vet school, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to deal with animals being in pain, so THAT course of action was QUICKLY nixed.

9. do animals like them? do they get on well with animals?

she has always and will always have “snow white syndrome”--you know, animals flocking to her, bringing home strays, etc and so on. ell’s love for animals extends throughout the entire animal kingdom, and most bugs, exceptions the centipede/millipede family and earwigs (yuck). she even loves ocean-dwellers, even though she absolutely fucking hates the ocean.

10. do they like children? do children like them? do they have or want any children? what would they be like as a parent? or as a godparent/babysitter/etc?

she does! she likes kids a lot. she thinks they’re funny. i think kids tend to like elliot because she’s pretty straight forward and entertains them/talks to them as if they’re adults. she has never particularly thought or felt connected to the idea of having children--and even struggles with feeling connected to her and john’s first baby when she’s pregnant--but this does change drastically once nolan is born. after that, john manages to get one (1) more baby (faye) and then that’s IT. elliot is like a worry parent, constantly trailing after the babies and picking up after them and making sure they’re not getting hurt. john is the fun parent.

23. do they have a good memory? short term or long term? are they good with names? or faces?

elliot has...questionable memory. she somehow manages to remember certain things very well--like things that people have said to her, crucial moments--but even those memories should be taken with a grain of salt. part of her wildly untreated ptsd means that elliot has to be really mindful of everything that’s going on and things that she wants to commit to memory, such as the order of her books on her shelf or the few conversations she’s had with her father that she can remember.

she is, however, very good with faces. names, not so much.

25. what do they find funny? do they have a good sense of humour? are they funny themselves?

it’s very hard not to make elliot laugh. she’s got a whip-sharp sense of humor (and thinks herself very funny) and when she’s not under constant duress she’s the kind of person who’s quick to laugh or find some way to lighten a situation with a joke. in fact, humor is usually how elliot deflects any kind of seriousness, and deals with most things. outside of getting blisteringly angry, of course. : ‘ )

35. what’s their guilty pleasure? what is their totally unguilty pleasure?

guilty pleasure would be cheesy hallmark movies. unguilty pleasure is bringing home stray animals all the time. you know those videos of like that little old man feeding a herd of raccoons? that would be elliot’s life if john wouldn’t come absolutely unglued.

✤ ISOLDE KHAN

6. what were they like at school? did they enjoy it? did they finish? what level of higher education did they reach? what subjects did they enjoy? which did they hate?

i’m sure this won’t come as any surprise, but isolde was AGGRESSIVELY the best student in class and also a huge trouble-maker. her parents like to say, half-joking, that she was always meant to be a lawyer because she’s so fucking obtuse and argumentative. isolde would play devil’s advocate for absolutely no reason. but she was too smart, and her grades were too high (and, isolde would argue, she was too cute) to ever get into any real trouble. her parents were very strict about her education, so she went to the best private schools in turkey, was tutored in plenty of electives, and then went to an ivy league law school where she, of course, eventually met john (poor thing) and opened up a business with him.

her favorite subject was debate. HATES english lit. what, you want her to like...feel stuff?

9. do animals like them? do they get on well with animals?

uhhhhh hm. isolde is like not a huge animal person. it’s not like she dislikes animals--she likes them fine--but she doesn’t go out of her way to have them around her all the time. she does have a rosy boa named cordelia who is the light of her life.

for some reason, even though isolde is very hesitant to engage animals she is unfamiliar with, they really like her. john thinks it’s her perfume.

10. do they like children? do children like them? do they have or want any children? what would they be like as a parent? or as a godparent/babysitter/etc?

nope! isolde hates kids. sticky hands. messes. screaming. for what? she should be the one screaming, have you seen her life? she has a really really hard time connecting with children and i think, in part, it’s because she was such a little adult as a child anyway, it’s hard to connect with creatures you can’t empathize with. like with anything, of course, her marriage with joseph is a transaction that is based and founded on mutual love, but a transaction nonetheless; joseph wants kids, and isolde doesn’t, so they come to a compromise. one child, and isolde gets to pick the first name (”no more biblical shit, joseph”). way way way way down the line, they have one baby--a boy, who they name eren, a turkish name meaning saint!

soli is an assertive parent, to say the least. joseph is definitely the more relaxed of them, where she takes a much more traditional route; because she was so thoroughly educated, she has no problems homeschooling. the two of them strike a pretty fair balance as parents.

23. do they have a good memory? short term or long term? are they good with names? or faces?

bro you KNOW, you KNOW she has the absolute most bomb memory. for better or worse. joseph likes to say, fondly, that isolde is incredibly smart, and for nobody’s benefit but her own, which is absolutely 1000000% true. isolde will recall with perfect memory the exact thing someone said to her, the exact date, and time that they said it, and almost always to hold it against them.

names, faces, dates--it don’t matter. she’ll remember it. and that’s a threat!

25. what do they find funny? do they have a good sense of humour? are they funny themselves?

making john squirm is her favorite past time. she really, really enjoys picking on him, and it’s pretty obvious that isolde gets a pretty marked, singular joy out of making people in general squirm. she’s got a dry sense of humour and it usually translates as quite grim. she also thinks she’s very, very funny--and she is, but i think it’s a pretty particular brand of humour that not everyone will appreciate, lol.

35. what’s their guilty pleasure? what is their totally unguilty pleasure?

hmmmm. i think her guilty pleasure is food. isolde is a big foodie, a great cook, but it definitely feels like an indulgence for her because she’s usually so efficient about everything else that taking a long time to make or enjoy food instead of just eating the necessary nutrients to survive can feel greedy, lol. her totally unguilty pleasure is clothing. she looks so good in them, how could she feel guilty about shopping?

#ask games #ash.txt #ch: isolde khan #ch: elliot honeysett #faithchel #watch me write u a novel

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