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inoreuct · 8 months

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zosan angst 👀 post whole cake island where zoro is mad for sanji not relying on him enough to help with his family drama. swears to become a better man for him. sanji thinks zoro is the ideal man (he’ll never tell him this though) and doesn’t have to deal with his family drama bc he can “solve it himself” they fight, their screams are heard by the whole ship who is all negatively effected by it. they come to the point of throwing punches (something sanji would never do outside of this intense monent). zoro grabs sanji by them shirt, gets sanji down on his knees, and is hitting him in the face. sanji stops hitting him back and breaks down crying, zoro sees this and stops being angry instantly.

“why can’t you just let me help you”, zoro wants to understand.

sanji’s sobs echo through the room his nose running with blood and tears, “ i never thought i was worthy of being saved.”

zoro’s eyes widen. sanji gasps out through tears, “im sorry”.

something breaks within zoro, he kneels to sanji’s level, and holds him tightly as he sobs into his neck

“i’m sorry too. you are worth more to me than you could ever think.”

zoro take’s sanji’s face into his rough calloused hands, wiping away the blood and tears, “let me me be there for you”.

i swear this prompt grabbed my brain cells and SPRINTED bcs this was slightly more than 1.6k words,,, thank you anon 🤭🤌🏼

Zoro catches a heel to the jaw, lets it whip his head to the side and rolls as he hits the deck.

His blood is a metallic bloom in his mouth, rose-red as it splatters across the planks and drips from his chin. He’s half sure he just lost a tooth. He’s very sure he bit his tongue.

He thinks he rather deserves this pain, even if he’s not exactly sure why.

It had started when they were back on the Sunny, after the whole shitshow on Whole Cake Island; Zoro had paced about the deck, strung tight as a tripwire, still itching with the urge to look over his shoulder and around the corners and unwilling to take his hand off Wado’s hilt.

He’d retreated to the men’s quarters alone, too wound up to seek out Sanji’s usual company as waited his turn for the shower and then scrubbed until his skin turned raw. He’d changed into clean clothes and lay down on his bed, put his hands behind his head, tried to breath in time with the gentle rocking of the ocean and found something still binding his lungs tight.

He was safe. They were safe. And yet, it had still felt like his skin was crawling.

After tossing and turning for a good twenty minutes he’d given up trying to fall asleep and hauled himself out of bed, trudging to the galley for a glass (or a bottle, more like) of whatever liquor he could get his hands on. The ship had swayed as he’d grabbed a half-filled bottle of scotch, bumping the door shut properly with his hip because he knew Sanji was finicky about it.

He’d hesitated before going back to the shared cabin. His bed hadn’t been the only one empty, and there was cigarette smoke rising from the helm.

Sanji had barely reacted when he’d settled beside the cook, elbows propped on the railing as he took a swig of his drink. It went down easy; everything Sanji had always did. Some nights Zoro found himself wishing for more of a burn if only to help him feel something.

He’d eyed Sanji out of the edge of his vision, tongueing behind his canines as he noticed the way the cook’s hair was all over his face, more so than usual. Both his eyes— no, not his eyes, Zoro had realised. Both his eyebrows were covered—

And it had sunk in slowly, like a lead weight to the bottom of the ocean.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he’d muttered, half to the mouth of his bottle, and Sanji had sighed.

“What do you mean, marimo?”

“You know what I mean.”

And Sanji had. He’d tilted his head, taking in a bracing breath, lips pinched in something that was supposed to be a smile. “Not your battle to fight.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Zoro had snarled, suddenly angry, and it made him dig his nails into the peeling paper label beneath his fingers. “You— We do this shit together, curly, that’s what we agreed—”

And Sanji had turned away silently, pushing off the railing and walking off to God knew where, and Zoro had grabbed his wrist before he’d realised what he was doing.

“Do you just not trust me?” he’d gritted, desperation sharpening his tongue, a little voice wailing in his head and sounding a bit too much like his younger self for his liking.

Sanji had barked a laugh, burning his cigarette down to a stub in one long inhale. “Now that’s bullshit.”

“Then? What?” I’d do anything, is what he hadn’t said. Anything for you to let me in. Let me help.

“It’s not your fight, alright? Just leave it.”

Zoro had wanted to scream, just a little. He’d been distantly aware that his grip was in danger of crushing the bottle but he hadn’t cared at all. Sanji had shoved him away when he hadn’t let the matter go (because how could he?), and he’d shoved back, and then it had escalated until they were fighting across the deck and now—

He snaps out of his head when Sanji screams, a ragged thing torn out of his chest, abandoning all reason to tackle him bodily to the ground. Zoro stumbles and hits the deck hard, pain flaring sharp as his elbow jams into the ground and a fist sinks into his gut. He’s snarling as he rolls them over, as he pins Sanji’s wrists to the ground and lets out a grunt when a kneecap catches him beneath the ribs.

“Why can’t you just stay out of it?!” Sanji yells, right in his face, hair a mess and eyes wilder than Zoro has ever seen up close.

He falters. Just for a moment, but it’s more than enough for Sanji to slip out of his grip and wriggle away, and the pit in his gut grows ever larger. “They hurt you! They were hurting you!” he roars, scrambling to his feet, and it rather feels like someone has a crushing hand wrapped around his heart.

“It doesn’t matter!” the cook cries, swinging a fist towards his face, and Zoro dodges. Sidesteps, slams a foot down behind Sanji’s kneecaps and slugs his knuckles across a pale cheek if only to snap Sanji out of whatever the fuck is going on, he raises his fist again and—

Freezes. Bile crawls up his throat as his heart sinks. Sanji’s eyes are wet, so blue they’re nearly glowing in the darkness, and Zoro is so, so tired. He vaguely registers the rest of the crew behind them and he angles his body to hide Sanji from view; he knows the cook would hate their nakama seeing him like this. The hand he has wrapped in Sanji’s collar loosens, falling away like fluttering paper, and he drops to his knees with a heavy thunk.

Sanji shudders, and Zoro feels sick. His — he doesn’t know what they are, but Sanji is his — cook’s cheekbone is already bruising, blooming purple-pink, and guilt sinks its claws into his stomach. “Why can’t you just let me help you?” he hears himself plead, breathless and choked, and Sanji smiles with blood across his teeth.

“Because I never thought I was worthy of being saved,” he whispers, looking down at his trembling hands. There are tears dripping off his chin now, luminous streaks down his face that suddenly looks haggard in the starlight. “And I never wanted you to see me like this.”

Zoro thinks he breaks. Shatters right apart like the bottle of scotch on the ground not far away from them, amber seeping sticky into the wood. He’d have to apologise to Franky later, he thinks a little wildly, throat tight and fingers numb as he reaches out to pull Sanji to him.

The cook goes slack like a puppet off strings, hiding his face in the crook of Zoro’s neck as he really starts to cry. Zoro sits back on his heels and takes his weight, cards a hand through his hair so that it doesn't stick because he knows that Sanji would make a fuss about it being all over his face later, and it’s these tiny, trivial things that wrench a hollow sound from his lungs. “There’s no such thing as it not being my fight, you hear me?” It comes out more watery that he likes, but the laugh-sob Sanji lets out tells him the message got across. “If it’s your fight, it’s my fight. I’m with you till the end no matter what happens.”

“It’s pathetic,” Sanji hiccups, shoulders hitching as he tries to get himself under control.

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m pa—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Zoro hisses, at odds with the way he rubs a soothing palm over Sanji’s back. His knees are starting to hurt. He doesn’t care. “They hurt you. They put you through some fucked-up shit, cook, and then you had to go through it again. And you were strong enough to make it out but you— You could stand to give it a rest, alright?”

It’s times like this when he wishes he could be better with words, because Sanji looks a little like he might start crying all over again when Zoro takes a peek at his face. He presses his thumbs flat to wet skin, salt cooling in the night wind, dragging up along Sanji’s cheek as the cook sniffs. “Let me be there for you,” he rasps.

He feels like he’s been scraped raw from the inside out. Like someone had hollowed him out with a ladle and now his guts were spilling all across the deck. He doesn’t know how to describe the twisting in his chest when he thumbs rust-red iron away from Sanji’s bottom lip, regretfully cups the spill of colour spreading over the right side of his face. “Look at me?” he tries again, and Sanji does, fine lashes clumped with tears and inhale trembling.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, and Zoro is an open wound, raw and weeping as Sanji climbs into his lap and curls up into a ball.

“You are worth so much. To the crew, to our friends—You’re worth more to me than you could ever know. So shut up and stop trying to deal with it alone,” he says in lieu of a reply, achingly quiet. He hopes it’s enough as Sanji digs lithe fingers into his shoulder.

He welcomes the pain like an old friend. Bears it gladly, for if he could take all of Sanji’s he would.

But he can’t— So he tries. Tries to be gentle, as much as he knows how, sits properly and folds his legs and rocks them back and forth because it helps Sanji’s breathing even out. Traces the spirals of his eyebrows and brushes his mouth over the bruise on his cheek, presses his silent apologies into skin.

Sanji’s spine bows beneath his hands, and the cook’s fingers are wound tight into the back of his shirt like it’s a lifeline. His pale hair tickles Zoro’s jaw, impossibly mussed and starting to curl with the sea air. Their crew is waiting. Worried, surely, but they can wait a little longer; Zoro will make it up to them.

For now, he thinks he and Sanji have earned this.

fin.

#zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #this was so fun to write i’m ngl #one piece #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #about time i started angsting them #ask box #ino’s ask box

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babytarttdoodoo · 11 months

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hi! prompt for Roy and Jamie (as a ship or platonic is up to you!) if it interests you, could I request Roy getting protective over somebody hitting on and making Jamie uncomfortable at a bar?

I’m finding that Roy is a lot of fun to write. The man has presence. (There a LOT of *fruity* language in this one.)

Written as early relationship Roy/Jamie. Thank you for the prompt and hope you enjoy!

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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“Excuse me!”

Jamie turned around at the shout and grip on his arm, half a smile on his face from laughing with the bartender as he ordered.

A young woman was grinning at him excitedly, bouncing a little when his attention focused on her. She fluffed her hair with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his bicep.

“Alright, darling?” Jamie gave her a quick once over, expecting a request for a selfie if she happened to be into football.

“Are you Jamie? From Lust Conquers All?”

Ah.

He chuckled a bit and nodded, giving her his best photoshoot smile. You have to be nice to the fans, after all.

“Yep, guilty!”

“I fucking knew it!” she crowed, pressing in closer. Jamie felt the edge of the bar dig into his back. “I told my friends it was you!”

“Oh, you out with your mates, then?” Jamie glanced behind her, trying to spot a group that might be waiting to pull her back away. No one stood out and she ignored his question completely.

“It was a total fix, you getting voted off! You were well more fit than Danthony. He barely got his kit off.”

Right. Okay, then.

“Nah, he were a nice enough lad, actually.” Jamie told her, keeping it friendly and gently trying to pull his arm away. “Listen, d’you want a photo or…?”

“Don’t you think I look like Amy?”

“Eh…” She did, a bit, if Jamie really thought about it. It might have just been the blonde hair and hoop earrings, though. And that didn’t detract from it being a fucking weird question.

“Need a tray for your drinks, mate?” Jamie turned back to the bartender at the (very welcome) interruption and felt the woman’s hand shift from his arm to his chest with the movement.

He grit his teeth and gave the guy setting out his round a tight smile and nod as her polished fingernails scraped the skin exposed by his mostly open shirt.

“Shit, you didn’t let yourself go after the show, did you?” she asked, staring at his bared muscles and seemingly oblivious to any concept of personal space. “Buy me a drink?”

“Oh, er, no thanks.”

“Come off it.” She pouted at him and squeezed in closer, standing practically between his legs. “You can’t tell me I’m not your type.”

Jamie swallowed hard, glancing around now for his own friends. But the team were sequestered away in the VIP section, waiting on him returning with their orders.

“Look, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re lovely, but I’m currently spoken for.”

“Didn’t stop you on the show.”

“Fucking hell.” Jamie had to laugh. This whole thing was ridiculous. Even at the height of his prickiest moments, he’d known when to take a hint - apparently that memo was not universally received.

There was no room to move away from her, either. The club was heaving with people enjoying their Friday night and the crowd around the bar penned him in on all sides. A jostle from the group behind them had the woman pressed right up against his front.

She grinned, taking his incredulity and the sudden contact as a good sign.

“Oi, Tartt.” Oh shit.

The movement in the crowd had not, apparently, been caused by inebriated partiers trying to get closer to the bar. Rather, it had been Roy Fucking Kent pushing his way through to find out what was taking so long.

If panic at the thought of potentially causing a scene had been playing at the edges of Jamie’s mind, the idea of Roy seeing some random woman plastered all over him in a dark club dialled it up to a full-blown catastrophe.

This Thing™ between them was still fresh and new (and a bit lovely). He wasn’t sure it could weather presumed infidelity and a tabloid shitshow just yet.

Roy was frowning, no surprises there. His dark eyes went from Jamie’s face, to the new attachment on his chest, and back again. “Who the fuck is this?”

She bristled at the dismissive tone. “Who are you? His dad?”

Jamie winced. Ouch.

And the thing was, he wasn’t scared of Roy’s reaction. He hadn’t been properly scared of Roy for years. But, objectively, he knew that the man before him cut a pretty intimidating figure when he wanted to.

Dressed all in black under the strobing lights of a nightclub, he looked like a solid shadow with anger issues. Crossing his arms and raising his voice to be heard was all it took for a good metre radius to clear out around him, defying the laws of both physics and London nightlife.

Jamie was suddenly struck by the memory of Roy striding into a club, headbutting Colin, and giving them all a telling off. He’d been scary in that moment, and Jamie knew he’d had to admit to himself that night that his Kent crush was not as dead and buried as he’d hoped.

“Get the fuck off of him, you nutty arsemonger.”

Between her shock at the colourful insult and the extra room to manoeuvre, Jamie managed to extricate himself without much further fuss and snatched up the ready tray of drinks to use as a barrier.

“You can’t talk to me like that!” she seethed, cheeks flushed and hands gone to fists at her sides, her grip on Jamie forgotten.

“I can do a hell of a lot worse,” Roy growled. “Bugger off, before I call security.”

Sensing defeat, and perhaps the phone cameras no doubt being whipped out around them, the woman gave Jamie one last leering, disappointed look before stalking off in the opposite direction of Roy.

Jamie slumped in relief until he caught his (boyfriend?)’s gaze. Roy’s face was unreadable. He just stared at Jamie for a moment longer, then turned away.

“Come on, then. Been waiting fucking ages.”

Suddenly unsure if he’d been right to dismiss fear so quickly, Jamie followed along behind him, focusing on not spilling anything while his mind whirred incessantly.

They rounded the curtain that separated the VIP room from the rest of the venue and a cheer went up at the sight of a fresh round. Jamie set his burden down quickly, accepting the thanks of his teammates while constantly glancing over to the corner where Roy had settled to brood.

Grabbing their drinks, he made his way over and cautiously sat beside him.

“... Roy?”

“Are you alright?” Well, that wasn’t what Jamie had expected. Especially since the words sounded like they’d been dragged from Roy’s throat by force. “Be fucking honest.”

“Erm, yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks.” Jamie licked his lips nervously. “Why?”

Roy shut his eyes tight and sighed heavily. “Jesus Christ. Because you just had some tart’s hands all over you and she clearly wouldn’t take ‘no’ for a fucking answer.”

“Oh.” Jamie shrugged and looked down at his glass, tapping his thumbnails against the rim. “Used to it, ain’t I? Are you alright? Cause, being honest, I don’t know if you’re angry at me or not and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

His fidgeting stilled when Roy’s hand found his knee and squeezed.

“I’m not angry at you, Jamie.”

At the much softer tone, Jamie risked looking at him again and found Roy watching him with a pinched expression.

“I am wondering why you didn’t just tell her to piss off sooner.”

“It weren’t like I encouraged her!” Jamie protested.

“I’m not saying you did. Believe it or not, I have had my share of mental fans having a grope over the years.” Jamie fought down a flush of outrage and jealousy at that. “You don’t have to be fucking nice to them, though. You, fuck, you shouldn’t be ‘used to it’.”

Unable to resist, Jamie leaned in and kissed away Roy’s scowl.

“You’re sweet.” he murmured, smiling at the gruff protest he got in response. “No, you are. Deal with it.”

With a sigh, he leaned into Roy’s side and organised his thoughts.

“After I did that reality show, most of my brand deals and that just… went away.” He felt Roy shift beside him but the grip on his knee stayed steady, so much nicer than the hand on him earlier had been. “I got trashed online for acting like a prick and no one wanted to touch me. Not even City. Fuck, I had to beg Ted for another chance here.”

Roy knew most of this, of course. He even had a clearer idea now of why exactly Jamie had risked his football career for Lust Conquers All.

“I just. Everything’s better now. Life is fucking mint. But I know that all it takes is one shitty tweet about me being an arsehole or a dodgy video taken out of context and, boom. It’s viral and I’m untouchable again.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” The quiet exhalation made Jamie huff a laugh. Roy took a swig of his beer before speaking again. “First of all, we’re not going to let anything like that happen. And by ‘we’ I mean that entire gaggle of idiots, plus me, plus Keeley and Beard and Rebecca and Higgins and, fuck, even Nate these days.

“Someone says shit about you, all of Richmond will be up in arms to fight them about it, alright?”

He waited for Jamie to nod in acknowledgement before continuing,

“And second - I never had to deal with all this shit. The worst I’ve had is the press camped outside my house after some messy breakup or fight on the pitch. I don’t know how you lads do it with all the tweeting and posting and blogging you’re supposed to keep up with. It’s fucking exhausting just hearing about it.”

(Jamie very maturely refrained from making the obvious jokes about how ancient Roy sounded.)

“So if me doing shit like that -” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the bar. “Ever makes things worse for you, then I’m fucking sorry and you need to tell me.”

That was… genuinely very touching. Jamie snuggled in closer, throat tight.

“And finally,” Roy went on, pressing a kiss to head on his shoulder. “Your consent fucking matters, Jamie. If someone makes you uncomfortable, be as much of a prick as you like and damn the consequences.”

Jamie laughed again and shifted away to grin properly at Roy. “Is that you giving me blanket permission, coach?”

In response, Roy just gave him the middle finger, face hilariously deadpan. It really shouldn’t have made Jamie melt like it did.

He leaned in again, feeling safe in the relative privacy of their booth, and kissed Roy slow and deep. They were both breathing hard when he broke away and smirked.

“Maybe next time we go out, I’ll get to be the one prying some MILF off of you. Then you’ll find out exactly how much of a prick I can be.”

#this got serious sorry #my fic #fic prompts #jamie tartt #roy kent #ted lasso

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bellamer · 11 months

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Just woke up sweating from my nap because I was feeling weird about some portrayals of Pavitr and did the whole Alex The Lion Madagascar 2 Escape from Africa "De Ja Vu Like I've Been Here Before" scene realizing where I've seen this before and why I don't particularly like it

In my own words:

They're doing to Pavitr what they did to Kakyoin which is turning him into a yaoified feminized skinny bottom twink who's only there to make sassy remarks and be the manic pixie yaoi boy, they're gonna do what they did to Jotakak with Chaipunk because I mostly see this happening in Chaipunk fanart and fanfiction

It's the typical case of a character being hyper feminized by the fandom, like how it tends to be in a lot of yaoi series because someone always has to be "the girl" in the relationship because the "bottom" is always portrayed as small, skinny with hyper feminine features or traits and the "top" is always portrayed as some dark, hyper masculine, tall, looming figure

And it tends to bleed into most mlm ships even when the characters in the source material are completely portrayed as being opposite as this like say for instance idk another JoJo ship like Josuyasu where just because Josuke takes pride in his appearance like Pavitr, fans automatically label him the "feminine one" or the "girl" in the relationship and tend to draw him smaller and skinnier than he is and by default draw Okuyasu bigger and taller when Josuke is actually taller than Okuyasu by an inch and the two more or less have the same build but I know you've had to seen it somewhere before because it runs so deep when it comes to MLM ships that I've seen it happen in the fucking OSMOSIS JONES FANDOM (don't ask, you don't wanna know. Unless you do want to know, then I'll share with you the shitshow of what I saw)

And this isn't about the people who may have headcanons of Pavitr being transfemme, ya'll keep doing what you do.

This is about the people who will look at a mlm ship and force hyper feminine and hyper masculine traits onto both of those characters just because they need someone to be the "girl" in the relationship and they choose who's the "girl" based on traits they might consider feminine, example, Pavitr takes pride in his appearance, he's typically cheerful and happy go lucky, he's short (shorter than Hobie at least) and he's "sassy" (Y'know the whole chai tea rant which wasn't really him being "sassy" it was more so him ranting about western cultural appropriation and people using words they don't even understand incorrectly but I digress)

And of course Hobie is given the hyper masculine traits because he's a tall black man which is a whole other problem I'd have to make a whole different rant about of how whenever black men are in mixed race mlm ships they're always automatically made out to be the hyper masculine ones because black men have always had hyper masculinity pushed on them and they're never allowed to be the "soft" ones in the relationship, even if a black male character is canonly portrayed as being not being typically masculine the fandom will still write them or draw them as having some secret " aggressive dominant dark side"

In ChaiPunk's case ? It's literally just feminized asian person and masculainized black person with all the shit I said before about how fandoms always need to make someone the "girl" in the relationship and yeah

Y'all get the point

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #atsv spoilers #spider man atsv #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #chaipunk #fandom discourse #fandom criticism

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cicerenella · 6 months

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now i’m so curious, what are your thoughts on spaus, historically and in the modern day? what do you imagine romano thinks of them?

I'm jumping to answer this ask because I'm continuing the Austria train! And also because I have a lot of thoughts about this pairing that is (sadly) very overlooked in my opinion. Slight Spamano following.

OK SO I love SpAus. Great angst machine, I love their historical accuracy and a way to portray my view on Empires in Hetalia, since most of the time power gets into their head. Oh well, a marriage between two of the most powerful empires in europe, what's the worst that could happen?? a divorce that brought war to half of europe.

Spain and Austria's marriage was probably one of the longest and most powerful europe has seen, but that doesn't mean that it was good LMAO. I have an idea that for the first century or so of their union everything was...ok? Sure, it could be better, and it had it's ups and downs (I'm looking at Spain) but that doesn't mean that it was that bad. Except for like, the revolt of the Comuneros, that was a bad one.

I think their marriage started to go really south after the Netherlands' independence and the decline of the Spanish Empire, because after that things only started to spiral downwards. And I do not have a good and kind portrayal of "Empire Spain". He was awful both historically wise and also in his personal relationships and it SHOWED.

So, the war of Spanish Succession. A shitshow, Europe's messiest divorce, it did not end good, and Spain lost massive chunks of territories. The treaty of Utrecht/Peace of Rastatt was probably their divorce papers AHAHHA. In thirteen years more than eighty wars where fought.

And about Romano...I know many people make the love triangle between Roma/Spain/Austria and honestly? I like it. ALTHOUGH I have a very specific characterization that I am going to analyse through just now!

So, Naples was considered an "anomaly" in the Spanish Empire. It was the biggest and most populated city, and often times even overshadowed cities in Spain. Historically speaking, Antonio would admire the HELL out of Romano, even if he was one of his subordinates. I don't think he "loved" him yet, more than he considered him his favorite out of all his colonies.

Although I think the more his marriage with Austria deteriorated, the more his kindness to Romano turned into straight up obsession. The civil war twisting Spain's head in a lot of ways too.

That is to say, that while Spain was having his twisted villain arc, Romano would both hate and care about his superior. In a friendly way, of course, because it would be scandalous having an affair with his "master" that was married to another (plus not to mention Romano's internalised homophobia). So while my man was fighting to get independence, Spain was trying both to save his crumbling marriage and keeping his favorite colony with him (spoiler: he failed in both).

SO UHM YEAH. Romano probably wouldn't want to get into the SpAus business, and Spain obsession for Roma definitely irked Austria a bit. Can you imagine after all that crap that was the Spanish War of Succession going on a rampage in trying to reconquer South Italy?? From your ex husband?? Absolute madlad. I love SpAus. Spamano is my number one ship but this one is a guilty pleasure of mine.

[OH SHOOT, forgot about modern day SpAus. Uhhh, since I ship spamano it is a bit tricky. But most of the time I make them stay on friendly terms!! ex husbands that often nitpick at eachother yay. The venom of their divorce is long gone, and they're both old men that like to crack jokes and reminisce about their past adventures.]

#I can talk endlessly about these two but im a bit sleepy rn eheh #i hope i didnt word it too weirdly #spaus #hws spain #hws austria #hws romano #spamano #headcanons

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scraping-the-depths · 7 months

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Basically, the fanfic I'm reading right now:

I'm having fun with it.

Pre-timeskip Zoro has the wrong idea about everything and he's so proud of himself for it. It's giving me life.

(switching places by @fireflywitch btw. Go read it.)

switching places (115436 words) by fireflywitch Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), Buggy (One Piece) Additional Tags: Time Travel, so much time travel, Fix-It, Freaky Friday but its One Piece, Nakamaship, I Love My Dumb Swordsman Son, some spoilers through Wano, Alternate Universe Series: Part 1 of switching places Summary: Zoro is 21 and wakes up in a desert they already saved, on a ship that they burned two years ago, and standing next to a man who is supposed to be dead. Except, that can’t be right, can it? Zoro is 19 and wakes up on a ship that’s too big, next to a robot wearing a swimsuit, and he’s supposed to fight something called a Kaido. Also, he’s missing an eye, and no one’s even a little worried about it? (or) Time travel is a shitshow, and Zoro didn't sign up for this.

#Low quality memes ahoy!#one piece #one piece meme #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates

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lexinoctura · 8 months

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Rant incoming!

Okay, so I apologize for my language in the following post, and I disclaim that I have NOT seen the entire show, but only a compilation on YouTube and read the summarizes on Fandom.com

So, be warned, because this is going to be ugly!

I fucking LOVE the book series Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead.

I read them in English and in German, I have the audiobooks in both languages and the comics to it. I recently read the best FanFiction I have ever read about my favorit ship Rose/Dimitri (Romitri) called "The Ties that Bind Us" by @hiccuppedstudio , and it is one of the very, very few books, shows or movies where I don't have the burning need to write a fix-it, because the books are perfect in my eyes.

I liked the movie from 2014 well enough, even though it was a bit faster than the books. I can understand that and I fully accept that.

What i can't and won't understand and accept is that bullshit motherfucking series from 2022 which I just masochistically (otherwise i have no explanation why I sat through those 7min) skimmed on YouTube.

And don't get me wrong, it is not because they decided to cast people that don't look like the characters from the book. I couldn't care less if I can vibe with them and the story.

BUT, and here comes my full-blown inner Rumpelstizken out to play, what I HATE is when they not slightly change a plot, but fuck the entire thing up with no shame or decency or honor or respect for the source material what so ever!

you CAN'T put the content of 5 (i don't know if they added the sixth as well) books into 10 episodes, no matter how long they are.

you CAN'T try to establish characters, a forbidden romance, a stalker and kidnapper, a very traumatic death of your best friend, the murder of your ship, the 'I have to go and kill the man I love', the restoration of that man and the murdering of the leader of that society within 10 fucking episodes, just to end it with a: \(o.o)/ meh

you CAN'T just fuck something out of existence that is as vital as Dimitri's restoration and redemption to the entire plot of the fifth and sixth book because of… reasons.

you CAN'T just kick out a turn of events (Dimitri turning Strigoi and Rose going to Siberia to kill him, and everything that it entails) when it is THAT VITAL to not only three books, but also to the character development of ALL THE MAIN CHARACTERS!

I fuck you not, I have another ten reasons on what that shitshow of a show fucked up, but I fear that if I go on, I'll bit into my screen, and I am not even exaggerating!

Now, seriously, who the FUCK decided to do that!? The books are awesome – like I said – and I can only recommend them to each and every one who likes BAMF main character, and doesn't automatically think that vampire means sparkling disco ball!

BUT! The show was not made for the 'normal' consumers; it was made for the fans, because the books are relatively old (2007 was the first volume released) and the producers/directors/screenwriters dared to try and sell us shit on a paper plate and then asked us to clap

#vampire academy #richelle mead #rant #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #romitri #tv shows

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omnipotent-scient · 6 months

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To the person in my asks bombarding it with absolutely vile things because I made a comment in someone else's post abt how terrible shitshow fanfic fans are, I hope you know you're only proving my point.

The said comment I made was:

"5 years ago, green fans were not as problematic as they are now and you could disagree and argue who's better and then in the just shake your hands and go your separate ways, easy, but now you'll get called a wh0re, a p3do, a r4cist, get death threats and everything in between"

A very true comment, mind you. But someone who saw the comment took their precious time to send over atleast 20+ asks, most of which are just disgusting and vile. And ofcourse the classic 'go k!ll yourself'

Apparently I am a coward because I don't show my face?? Bro what do you think this app is insta? Tiktok? Absolutely no one shows their face here. Also you sending these anonymously, you are the coward here, not me.

I am a p3do for supporting Daemon Targaryen.

I am a p3do for shipping Daemon and Rhaenyra.

I am a slVt and a wh0re because I said 'Viserra & Rhaenyra & Daenerys are baby girls' in my bio, all three of them are certified slVts therefore I am aswell.

Sooooo many hateful asks based on my very few previous posts BY THE SAME PERSON. I am racist, I should end myself, find the next baby to gr00m. ALL OF THEM by the same person, because I made a few comments ranting to someone else 🤦🤦🤦

I did not make the comment under your post, why are you so upset abt my comment to someone else??? It was just a rant to another book!canon fan. I did not tie you to a chair and force you to read all the comments I made.

Man y'all are weird😐.

#anti hotd #anti hotd fandom

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enter - for the single-word fic prompt!

hello! sorry for being a wee bit late, but here is the fic for the prompt :> it's a part 2 to my bridgerton au for nika and artoirel, but you don't need to have read part 1. just know this is a retelling of season 1 and that artoirel is simon and nika is daphne.

bridgerton au 2 - 10 things i hate about you (affectionate)

fandom: ffxiv characters: artoirel de fortemps, nika perseis (wol), thancred waters, minfilia warde, mina fiore, lucretia fiore ship: nika/artoirel, nika/minfilia rating: gen words: 1926 divider by @saradika

Nika wants to die.

It’s not even that much of an exaggeration. His mother sits there, in a glorious, pink dress, and Lucretia stands by her side, in cavalier uniform, all handsome and tall; Artoirel approaches with a little box in his hand, and with a voice that’s as serious as it is hot, announces his intention to ask for Nika’s hand in marriage.

Now, it’s a fucking farce, and his moms know it, but nevertheless, Nika’s throat is oddly tight and he’s struggling to not tear the cravat off and running away to avoid having to watch this– shitshow of a fake proposal. It doesn’t mean shit. It’s a performance, and Artoirel’s doing an amazing job of making it seem real, but it’s all fluff, there’s no substance to it.

So why is his face burning up?

“We should ask him, Lord Fortemps,” his mother says cheekily and turns to face him. Nika wants to strangle her. “Nika, do you want to marry this man?”

“We talked about this–” Nika bites out, clicking his fingers. “This isn’t a real proposal. We’re not seriously about to march down into a church to get married. This is a farce, a charade, not a real thing, I hope this is clear to everyone here, right?”

“Entirely, Nika,” Artoirel says. “But there are certain rituals that must be observed regardless, if only for the authenticity of our fraud. Should anyone ask, I did come and ask for your hand in marriage and your mothers can confirm.”

Nika takes a deep breath. Lucretia barely contains a laugh. “Fine. I do want to marry this man.” If anything, he gets to walk around with a handsome man for a few months and then break it off and go play music without interruptions again. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You have our blessings, sir,” Lucretia says. “This reminds me of when I proposed to Mina! How romantic!”

Both Nika and Artoirel look at her at that. Artoirel’s somewhat red in the face, which Nika safely avoided due to the complexion of his skin, but it doesn’t mean his ears aren’t burning up.

“Excuse me, sir Lucretia, there is nothing romantic about this arrangement between your son and I –”

Nika sighs, rubbing his face. “Just put that fucking finger on me and we can all go about our day.”

Artoirel opens the dark, satin box, pulls out a diamond ring and puts it on Nika’s finger. His hands are steady - almost forcefully so - and his fingers long and thin. For a moment their eyes meet. Artoirel’s so much taller than him that Nika has to look up, and when he does, he notices that the dark blue of Artoirel’s hair goes against the sunrise painted on the wall behind him. Their fingers are still joined together.

He clears his throat and they separate. Lucretia runs a hand through her hair and smiles. Nika glares at her.

And just like that, he’s now spoken for.

It would’ve been easier if he found someone a touch.. Uglier, though. At least mamas are at bay now.

Artoirel wants to die.

That, admittedly, is a hyperbolic statement. But he certainly doesn’t want to be alive in situations that make his face burn like a fireplace and that leave him open for scorn and worse yet, tease! He had not thought this plan through in the slightest, and he now deeply desires to claw something. Unfortunately, the parks are a property of the state and his desires are unsightly, so he simply has to endure.

It turns out enduring is a rather difficult endeavor when one’s engaged to the brightest young musician in the country. Sir Lucretia’s teasing comments aside, Artoirel can see the many benefits of the arrangement he and Nika formed in retaliation to the frustrating existence as members of the nobility, and in particular its demands for matrimony. He recalls how distant his parents were when his mother was alive; for a long time, he’d hoped he too would exist alongside his wife in a similar way, distant, half-way annoyed, cold. And while far from ideal, it was tolerable, as a thought and a possibility. Maybe even in reality.

Yet now, when he walks in the park with Nika’s hand under his arm, their new engagement rings glistening in the sun, he feels anything but cold and distant. He’s all too aware of the press of their bodies, the way they’ve slowly fallen into the same rhythm of walking. When he looks in Nika’s direction, he’s hopelessly caught in the sunlight shining on his dark hair and the line of his nose and its round tip.

Sometimes, he watches Nika’s lips move and the bobbling of his throat. Other times, he watches the arch of his brow and the hard stare in his eyes. Artoirel hates it as much as he does, truthfully. Nikita Perseis is vain, arrogant, rude, self-absorbed. Artoirel himself may not be much better in his eyes, but it’s hardly relevant. As Nika himself had said earlier that morning, they weren’t about to go to a church.

This charade will have been over long before a church is even considered. And yet, he can’t help but wonder. He can’t help but think if Nika would be as radiant there, as bright as all the saints on stained glass windows.

“You’re looking at me,” Nika says. His voice sounds strange, half-way between a strangled fondness and an angry rasp.

“Am I not allowed to, my lord?” Artoirel lifts his head. “Remember to keep up this… Farce of ours. You could try and smile. The papers seem to think you have an awfully charming one.”

“You mean that gossipy one everyone’s afraid of? The one who calls everyone out on their bullshit?”

“I would say it spreads half-truths, but yes. Mind your language as well.”

Nika stops and looks up. “How about you get out of the fucking clouds for once? As soon as you do that, I may consider minding my language. Until then, fuck you.”

Artoirel lifts an eyebrow. “Do you want me to slouch for you? That is hardly good for my back, you see. Halone made the call for me when I was but a babe, after all.”

Nika stares. He then laughs raspily and digs his fingers in Artoirel’s arm. “I hate you so much, you asshat,” he says. It’s in that strange tone again, one that Artoirel wants to prod and study.

A couple passes them by. A white-haired hyur man with purple marks on his neck and a blonde, hyur woman dressed in pink. It strikes him a moment too late who they are; Nika’s scowl has dropped and he looks wistful, almost sad.

It is no secret that Sir Thancred Waters used to be one of Nika’s close friends. A fellow musician, their friendship bloomed until Nika was invited to play in court. Few know the details of the story, but Viscountess Whispers - the paper that, as Nika had said, “calls out everyone’s bullshit” - had her guesses when the fallout occurred. All of them were tied to the woman by Sir Waters’ side, Lady Minfilia Warde.

Neither Thancred nor Nika made any comments.

“Good day, my lords,” Lady Minfilia intones. Nika and Artoirel both turn to look at her. “I heard news of your engagement - my sincerest congratulations. I hope you have a wonderful life together.”

“Indeed,” Sir Waters says, much less happily.

“I’m sure the best you hope for me is to fall off a cliff, Thancred,” Nika replies. “No such luck, I’m afraid. As for you, Minfi– Lady Warde, I…” He swallows and looks away. He then looks at her with a strange look. “I suppose I should say thank you. I’m glad you didn’t wish me happiness of all things.”

Minfilia gives a sad smile. “Your happiness is not mine to give,” she says softly. Nika takes a deep breath.

“Our thanks, sir and lady,” Artoirel says. Nika looks at him gratefully. “Unfortunately, we must be on our way. Will you be in attendance at Lord Leveilleur’s ball tonight?”

“I have prior obligations, alas,” Thancred replies. “But do give little Alphinaud my greetings, yes? It’s been a long time since I last had a chance to see him.”

“And you, my lady?”

Nika squeezes Artoirel’s arm. “Let’s go,” he whispers furiously. Artoirel ignores him.

“I might attend, should my duties allow,” she says. “But do not let us keep you! Please, enjoy the rest of your day!”

Nika’s lips are a thin line by the time they finally turn and leave. He relaxes them and closes his eyes. He looks visibly distressed.

“Nika?” Artoirel reaches out a hand.

“Of all the people to run into, for fuck’s sake,” Nika hisses. “Not them. Not today. Not– Not them.”

“What happened between the three of you?” Artoirel asks, cautiously. He shouldn’t care, not really. Halone knows Nika wouldn’t care for him. And yet, here, in the watchful eye of the world, he feels the need to put a hand around the man he is betrothed to and banish that expression from his face. And he would be justified in doing so. It would only strengthen the act.

But there is too much truth in that to be an act. And that is frightening.

“I loved her,” Nika says, after a while. “And Thancred is a piece of shit.”

Artoirel puts a hand on Nika’s. It’s warm and sweaty, yet he lifts it up and places a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Nika goes still. His eyes don’t stray from Artoirel’s. Artoirel feels his face burn.

“Let’s walk,” he suggests. Nika desperately nods. The rest of their walk goes in silence.

This is entirely acceptable behavior from people who are to be wed, after all.

Dear reader,

The season is off to a marvelous start! Many a couple graces the well-worn paths of our parks and our streets; a striking presence each, if only by the love that seems to gently whirl around in the air this time of year. Few, however, are as remarkable as Count de Fortemps and Lord Perseis. It is indeed rather strange, for this author could’ve sworn that mere months ago, the dear count was swearing he would never wed, on the pain of death, yet here he is, walking with the dashing new star of the court!

As for Lord Perseis, he too has expressed little interest in settling down. His rise to fame is well underway, and as one is told, he will suffer no detours nor distractions on his path to becoming a name in the history of our great nation of Ishgard. Even he fell under the gentle charms of Count de Fortemps. The gentle kiss to his hand is apparently all that was required for a musician whose social graces have suffered greatly for his artistry to fall in love!

And who knows! Maybe the next composition that graces the royal court will be a ballad for all those who will stand before Halone before long, prompted by the sincere desires of the heart, and hopefully not the desires of the flesh. How disgraceful would it be if the flesh took precedence! This author hopes it does not leave the ruins as tragic as those of the relations between Sir Waters, Lord Perseis and Lady Warde. Those were truly dark days for our blessed nation. Mayhaps joy will be found in the halls of Lord Leveilleur’s mansion tonight? This author is dying to know.

Viscountess Whispers

#ffxiv #inspo birb has come to town #nika perseis #artoirel de fortemps #nika x artoirel #wolartoirel #wolship #minfilia warde #wolfilia #thancred waters #bridgerton au #ffxiv writing #ffxiv fic #ffxiv wol

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jungle-angel · 6 months

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I have a request. It's alright if you don't wish to do it but I would appreciate if you thought about it, I would be happy if you did my request. Top gun meeting Bob's sibling (can use any pronoun you wish) who is deaf, sibling is also a very talented pilot. Thank you for reading and thinking this over.

BABES!!!!! I didn't even need a minute to think this over because this is just......*chef's kiss*. Literally anytime you wanna send something in, just do it, I don't bite, but just know that 18+ rules do apply.

You, Bob and the rest of the Daggers were busy getting the house ready for the Christmas chaos that was bound to ensue. You were a little more than just anxious to know that Bob's seven older siblings would be descending en-masse with their spouses and kids, plus the Daggers and their families.

"Dad it's not that hard to get outta there," Bob explained to his father on the FaceTime call.

"You sure there's no toll booths or anything? Last time we flew to Florida, we hit just about every toll booth on the way outta Orlando," Joe explained.

"Dad it's one of the smallest airports in the US," Bob said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Alright I'm heading upstairs to the gate to go get your sister, I'll see ya later, gotta go, bye," Joe said abruptly before hanging up.

Bob groaned as he hung up the call, wanting nothing more than to throw his phone across the room.

"You good?" you laughed, tossing some more lettuce into the salad bowl.

"Man's flown everywhere most of his life and still can't figure out how to navigate an airport," Bob groaned.

"Sounds like my Papa," Natasha laughed.

"Yeah well, Earl may have never flown a day in his life, but at least he knew his way around," Bob pointed out.

Almost as if he had been summoned, Earl Trace had come clunking up the stairs. "S'all this now 'bout navigatin?" he chuckled, his Florida drawl thicker than the snow outside.

"Nothin Pa," Natasha answered.

"Ight imma go out for some air," Earl told them. "Holler if ya'll need anythin."

You took one look at your exasperated husband and could tell he wasn't ready for the Christmas shitshow just yet.

Later that day when you, Natasha and the other girls were all getting dinner ready for the evening, you heard Joe pulling up in the truck with two other people in the back. The girl with the two braided pigtails falling down her shoulders was obviously Bob's sister Aly and the man with her was her husband, Jason.

"Hey ya'll look who I found," Joe chuckled as they came in the door.

You all greeted Aly happily and Jason too, but Hangman looked a little too pleased to see her.

"So you're Baby On Board's older sister right?" Jake asked, sticking a toothpick between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

"Hey, fuck off Bagman!" Aly signed furiously.

Jake was a little shocked. "She.....she um.....Bob you wanna help me out here?"

"Aly's deaf in both ears but she speaks ASL fluently and can read lips," Bob explained. "She's a hell of a pilot too."

"Navy?" Jake asked turning to Aly.

"Yeah Navy," Aly signed again. "Did a full tour last spring at Pearl Harbor."

"Which ship?"

"USS Ronald Reagan," Aly answered.

Jake's eyebrows arched in surprise. "You a WSO like your baby brother?"

Aly nodded.

"Holy shit Bob," Jake chuckled. "You didn't tell me your sister was a WSO."

"Yep," Bob replied. "Callsign Bright-Eyes."

You and Bob couldn't help but chuckle when the others got their first taste of Aly, totally in shock at first but desperate to hear what she had to say, even if it took them a minute to figure it out or if Jason had to translate.

"What do you think Bob?" you asked him. "Looks like they've taken to your sister pretty well."

"Oh trust me sweetheart, they have," he said. "But wait till my brothers show up. That'll be interesting."

You laughed and leaned against your husband's shoulder, your fingers laced together tightly as you enjoyed the chaos at its best.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Pirates of the Caribbean Steddie + Ronance AU

So. I'm aware of the pirate Steddie AU, but what about a Pirates of the Caribbean AU?

Eddie as Captain Eddie Munson who lost his beloved ship, Hellfire, when he refused to carry "human cargo". He needs to repay his debt to Davy Jones, but newsflash - Eddie is actually a good guy and doesn't do shit to collect the souls he owes. He just collects misfits into his crew and tries to prepare for the moment he ends up in Davy Jones's locker. His crew has a lot of kids that lost their parents to the British navy - Dustin lost his dad and he joined the pirate crew to provide for his mom, Erica and Lucas were freed from a slave ship, El was being transported as a part of a circus/freak show...all that and more.

Nancy Wheeler is the daughter of the local British official, Mr. Wheeler. She would prefer to study and travel the world, but her only value lies in being married to a suitable person to expand the connections for her family. Nancy plays her role well and often talks to her assigned match, Steve Harrington, a son of a local wealthy merchant family. She and Steve are childhood friends and actually dated for a while, but it didn't work out, they function better as friends and they know it. They are both resigned to eventually being married, Steve finally having his family off his back and Nancy regaining some freedom in marriage with Steve because she knows he'll allow her to pursue her dreams, as much as possible.

The shitshow starts when Mr. Wheeler reconsiders the marriage and actually agrees to wed Nancy to a young officer from the navy, Jason Carver. Carver is traditionalist, considers Nancy more of a trophy wife and if Nancy thought that lifetime being married to her childhood friend and pretending to be in love would be dishonest, this is way way WAY worse. She and Steve try to plot, they try to figure something out, but Nancy's father forbids them to see each other as it would be improper.

As luck would have it, the pirate ship Hellfire targets their port next. It is well known for its connections to the Royal navy. However, what the pirate Robin Buckley - joined Eddie's crew at fifteen when her parents found her in bed with her music teacher (would be bad as it is, but the teacher was a woman, gasp!) - goes to plunder the house of the wealthy merchants and finds a handsome young man there instead. He tosses all contents of his parents' safe at her, already packed, and informs her that this is all hers if they take him and his friend out of this hellhole. Before Robin can react, Steve climbs the window to Nancy's room, tells her they're joining/being captured by the pirate crew (Nancy just rolls her eyes and says "well, beats marrying Jason fucking Carver") and that's how they end up on Eddie's ship.

Eddie just stares at the two and very guilty-looking Robin. "So. Are you joining us or are we capturing you for ransom?"

Steve returns his gaze and doesn't flinch when Dustin ransacks his very hastily put together sack of clothes. "Whichever allows us to stay longer. Now, shouldn't you set sail? The navy usually reacts by daybreak."

The pirates aren't happy about the newest addition, thinking Steve and Nancy would be a burden, but they soon prove themselves. They disregard their fancy clothes and scrub floors, climb and fulfill their duties without a single complaint. Nancy soaks in all information about navigation and shares what she knows about weather patterns from her studies, back when she was too young to get married and was free to do what she wanted. Steve inspects the crew's weapons and identifies when they could crack, which ones should be better maintained. When they ask him how the hell would a rich boy know this, he just shrugs and says that since his parents were never home, he often stayed with the local blacksmith, Benny, and observed him working. He would have liked to become a smith himself, but of course his parents wouldn't stand for it.

Of course they fall in love. Of course Steve adores the dashing captain with his heart, soaks in adventures, freedom, the new friends, but mostly just Eddie, Eddie who is vilified but always does the right thing. And of course Robin and Nancy fall for each other, finding in each other what their families refused to allow.

And maybe Eddie gets saved by Steve from his fate, moving in front of him when Jason Carver wants to kill him. Maybe Steve has to serve for ten years on the Flying Dutchman, but he'll be fine, because Eddie wants to pay his dues and will serve those ten years with him, no matter what Steve says. And in ten years Steve and Eddie will be free, because if in ten years someone who loves Steve waits for him on the shore, then the curse will be broken, and Robin and Nancy will be there. They will live on the shore, watch the sea every day. And in ten years, there will be a free room in their house for their two friends who didn't age a day, and neither did their love.

#steddie #ronance #stranger things drabble #steddie drabble #ronance drabble #stranger things au #sorry for my absence my sickness took all the will to write from me #so have an au treat #pirate au

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aro-ace-from-outer-space22 · 2 years

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Hey, PSA-Spoilers!

So, Netflix is releasing a new movie in four days (October 20, 2022). It is called ‘The School for Good and Evil’, and is based on a book series by Soman Chainani. It seems to be only covering the first book, though I imagine that there will be some kind of follow-up since literally everything this man has ever written is a New York Times bestseller. It’s a similar concept to Ever After High and Descendants, very well written, and I highly recommend that you watch it once it comes out.

the thing is

The thing is, there are two female leads. They are childhood best friends even though one of them is beloved by their village and the other hated, even though they are sorted into separate schools and taught to be enemies, even though there are so many people telling them to hate each other.

The thing is, at the end of the first book, one of the girls kisses the other one on the mouth. It is a kiss of True Love, something that already failed with her male love interest. It sends them home.

The thing is, this book, being that it is written by a queer author, has queer themes.

The thing is-and this is the spoilers-the girls are twins.

This is a plot twist from later on in the series. It’s something that’s wrapped up in a very complicated plot in the book it’s in. It is very unlikely that they could or would reveal this early. I feel like Netflix is likely to continue the movie series, and even if it isn’t, I feel like it would be fairly easy to get the books and read them yourselves for a….significant amount of people.

This book was written in 2013. By a gay man. I would like to participate in this fandom without the absolute shitshow that I know this will incite. Especially since the author is of Indian decent. Especially since one of the girls has been cast as black. Especially since this is so soon after the mess that was First Kill.

This was not queerbaiting, this was a gay author making a choice for his story. And maybe you could argue that he was forced, by his publishers, by societal expectations, but regardless; this man has been out-socially, if not publicly-since 2001. This was not an act of malice on his part, this was not a trick he played on you to deprive you of lesbian representation. Please, please be normal about this and leave him the fuck alone.

EDIT:

Okay, so some people are reading this as ‘don’t criticize this man about anything ever’, so I’ve decided to clarify: this is me, as someone who read the first book at about the time it came out, telling people to try to not be racist about this, letting them know that the author is queer-which in my mind at least reframes a few things-and trying to let people know that Sophie and Agatha are twins so they hopefully don’t get too caught up in the ship and then get disappointed/upset. I’m also trying to give this man the benefit of the doubt, but I’m definitely not trying to say that he’s never done anything bad ever, or that you can’t criticize him or his work. Just, please be normal about it.

#My stuff #the school for good and evil #Psa #Hey. Hey; can you all be normal about this? Please?#I was talking to my friend vampares about this since we’ve both read the book #(he was actually the one to tell me that they’re twins; since I’d only ever read the first book)#and we both agree that this is going to be an absolute nightmare #a drama that will have video essays made about it in ten years #and it will ABSOLUTELY be at least lowkey racist. So please. Please. Prove us wrong

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The 💖💖"where is duty where is sacrifice"💖💖 line being tossed around as the ultimate motto/inspiration of green stans is genuinely the most pathetic thing that happened to this fandom and an undeniable proof of most people's Americans's functional illiteracy.

You are literally preaching for institutionalising internalised misogyny, and sounding like that disgusting woman from the Handmaid's tale I don't even remember her name cause I don't watch the show that held the female protagonist so that her own husband can rape her.

Of course you're gonna tell me oh you're a hypocrite shipping incestous couples and promoting feudal ideology, everything is permitted in the context of the story, right. Everything is permitted. The difference is that it's according to the context of the story that Alicent and her clan are the antagonists, something that many people have forgotten and I don't entirely blame you for that because the shitshow is very confusing. Still, according to the context of the story Alicent is a spiteful, vengeful and treasonous conservative freak, who slut-shames, slanders and undermines the heir which directly led to her horrible death, and all of this because she's a woman. So yeah, according to the context of the story, using her ridiculous line as words to live by is really problematic and that's code for fucking disgusting.

I even saw a person saying that they don't blame Alicent for wanting to usurp Rhaenyra because Rhaenyra made it so easy for them. And why is that ? Because she had sex and kids with another man, because of that she made it easy for them so she deserves being eaten by a dragon on the orders of her brother. Because she had sex. This is the level of clownery we're at.

Green stans literally don't realise that the Hightowers' aim was power all along, that their main quality is greed and they used whatever they could to slander and undermine the rightful heir weaponising her gender against her. It was never about her supposed immoral lifestyle, it was always about her fucking vagina and Hightowers' greed and misogyny and that's literally supposed to be the reason why they are the bad guys but people are literally using the very reason they are the bad guys as a means to defend them? Like??????

Honestly I can't block fast enough.

#I legit block blogs that use this as their motto #I haven't been in the hotd tag for two weeks I was strong but I failed again and here we are #Dear mutuals wish me a month away from the HotD tag if you care about my mental health #hotd #house of the dragon #RANT #tw swearing #please don't send asks about Ninicent for at least a week or I will lose it #aspa rambles

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