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soapoet · 7 months

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A letter from your future spouse

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01.

Hello,

You must be up to something, because I cannot get you off my mind. Day and night you haunt me. I type away on my computer, answer phone calls, and I could swear I saw you in the corner of my eyes. At night as I begin to drift, I hear your voice and jolt up, only to be met with an empty room entirely void of you. When you're really here with me in the flesh, I look at you only when you look away. Will I be punished for these stolen glances? You and I, are we forbidden, and if so, who will be the judge?

I thought my life was stable, and in many ways it was. Though it was painted grey, dull. I lived dreary mondays every day of the week. I chased after new experiences, new achievements, new opportunities, new things. New, new, new, new. But it was not until you walked into my life that I truly felt the warmth of the sun and the rain on my skin. Was I colour blind all along? Because you show me colours I never even knew existed. You were truly new. A new light in my life that shines so brightly, but never hurts my eyes. Still I look away. It's not proper, is it? I've been caught up in the crossfire, amidst a battle between head and heart. You're in my heart, you have it in your hands, but didn't I say you are constantly on my mind too? It seems then, my dear, that this battle has a victor, and now I must prcoeed to gather up the courage to speak what I've so carefully kept hidden.

Oh, but you're so observant. You already know. You knew all along, didn't you? You so innocently sat there, knowing I'm a moth to the flame, and that come hail or shine I would find my way to you. You're a mastermind. An architect, the keeper of the blueprint to our tale. I am in awe of you. You were supposed to be a problem, a silly crush I could get over and never act upon, but now I'm thinking of things borrowed and blue. The first day that I saw you lightning struck. It marked the beginning of the end for many things in my life which I had kept around because it was fine. Not perfect, just fine. Suddenly I saw all the cracks and flaws, saw that which I would tolerate, go along with, even when I really didn't want to. You shook me to my core. In many ways, you ruined my life. For the better, I am sure. But for a moment there I wondered what horrors you had unleashed upon me. With your face so sweet and innocent I thought surely you would be unable to trigger earthquakes. And that even if you could, surely you were much too sweet and much too kind to do such thing.

Yet here I stand, amidst the rubble of what I used to call my life. Everything came crashing down because none of it was as stable as it should've been. I'm rebuilding, slowly, and could use some guidance or inspiration. What's your favourite colour? Would you like these tiles for the kitchen? I want to build my life up to look like the perfect home for you. I wish to keep you safe. You've weathered storms just as I have. Had to grow quickly, like dandelions through concrete. You're tired, and I don't want to see you quitting so I am building you a shelter. I promise to keep watch while you get some rest in my arms. When you're healed and strong enough I will provide you the space and time so you can chase your dreams in peace. You can use our home as the foundation for your castle. I know the power you hold, and I will be there to help you wield it.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

02.

Hello,

Coincidentally that is exactly when I knew. "You had me at hello" is such a cliché, but I swear that it is true. I always know trouble when I see it, and you are quite the nightmare indeed. I hope you take no offence to my words. I say what I mean and mean what I say. That typically results in problems, but to me it's another one to toss onto the existing pile. I have a lot of baggage, but if you don't mind, I won't mind yours. Maybe we could get a big storage locker and shove all our baggage in there, lock the door and toss the keys, skip town and never return. It'll all be auctioned off one day for somebody else to deal with. Wouldn't that be nice?

Where was I? Right. Hello. That's when I knew. I always do. I fall very quickly and passionately. Really I leap off into free fall all by my own judgement, sometimes perhaps lack thereof. I know a pretty thing when I see it, though pretty isn't enough, is it? I've learned that the hard way. As I've learned most things. Behind me lays a trail of burnt bridges and broken hearts, though most of those pieces are my own. Most people are unable to tell. I have a reputation, but I think the judgement is unjust. Wholly unfair. I have developed trust issues. Betrayal cuts deep. You know that, don't you? I keep people at bay, and guard my territory fiercly. I am very loyal and I am known for my equal bark and bite. I want to be your guard dog. I swear I will lunge for the jugular if anybody dares cross you. I am protective, albeit a little reckless. I have a lot of scars to prove it.

Little birdies may warn you of me. Tell twisted tales of my exploits. I've been called toxic. Perhaps there is truth to some of it. My love burns bright and hot, but it never wavers. I crave closeness, and wish to crawl into the heart and mind of my target of affections like a spider trespassing into your home to weave its webs in the darkest corners. I want to know you better than anybody else. Know your body, mind, heart, and your soul like it is my own. You will never be left wanting reassurance, because I have known doubt, and doubt is my enemy and I will fight it on sight. You will always know that I am yours. With me you have nothing to fear. Least of all me or my commitment to you and us.

Perhaps we both had to scrape our knees as we crawled through painful loves before we found each other. Together we'll be powerful. A dynamic duo, partners in crime. Those closest to me would come forward as witnesses to my ride or die nature, and you as my life partner will be my biggest testament to this part of my character. You're not too different, are you? You would die for your people, fight with your bare hands if you had to. Together we will face the world. I'll have your back and you'll have mine, a 360° of the battlefield. We can tear down and build up whatever we want. We can build an empire, or bring them down. With you by my side, everything is possible. I would move mountains and part seas for you. Your love is an enchanted rose and I am a beast, and I will wait for you. Come to me quickly.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

03.

Hello,

I hope my words don't bore you with their simplicity. I also hope that you've been well. I have so many questions, but let us not rush. There is no finish line in love, correct? I've been alright. Y'know, ups and downs. I've kept to myself a lot. Self improvement has become akin to an occupation. I always strive to do and be better. I may not seem the kind, but I have a soft heart which I guard closely. I like old timey romance and watch sappy things when I am down. Please don't tell anybody! I am a rock, but for a long time I was but a pebble, kicked around and misplaced. I have moved around a lot and all I want is to grow roots. Would you mind sparing a little spot in your garden? I just need a little sunlight and a fall of rain to grow. I promise I won't waste your time and do my all to never disappoint you.

My affections build slowly. Too slow for many, but I hate accidents and mistakes, at least my own. I strive for perfection, though people tell me it does not exist. I see it in you, though, so they must be wrong. Sure, you have your flaws, but the glue between your cracks glisten in the light and are still beautiful to me. I really do enjoy the simple things. Do you stop to smell the roses too? I have a gentle love to offer. A kitchen bathed in morning sunlight and the smell of pancakes in the air. I'll eat the first pancakes, because the ones I bring to you in bed should be perfect, and the first one never is. You deserve so much good, and I really hope I can provide a lot of that good to you by my own hands.

I am shy, and don't always have a way with words. I will tell you through music how I feel, or paint you on a canvas in all your favourite colours. I'll help you sculpt your dreams and wishes. I'd make a great assistant. I would love to follow you on your way up ladders and mountains. I believe in you like some believe in a higher power. You can put your faith in me too. Love is a choice, and I will make the choice to love you every morning when I rise. You are the kind of fun that doesn't make me ill. The adventure I am unafraid to embark on. We can play our own roles and support each other. I'll be of service to you at every step if you need me. In return I only ask that you hold me close and never let me go.

I fear abandonment, and have known a life without guidance. I've become rigid, and hope that you'll help me bend without snapping and show me the wonders of the unknown. With you by my side I won't be afraid. My skepticism will not be a hindrance because you lead me into uncharted territory as though you have a map, and I trust that you know where we're going. And should uncertainty rise, well, I have dealt with that beast plenty, and I can tame it and send it on its way should it bother you. I will always stand by you so that never again will you need to face challenges alone. You are a promise I will keep forever if you let me.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

04.

Hello,

Have you eaten? Taken your meds? Keep yourself hydrated. Take even just a sip. I apologise if I'm fussing, but I've always been a caregiver. People depend on me. At home, at work, even my friends. I get taken advantage of pretty easily, and I try my best to keep my boundaries. Though I am admittededly prone to a bit of a saviour complex. It's not so much that I don't think others cannot get up on their own, I just think they shouldn't have to. A helping hand is often rare these days. For many, even just the day to day grind is unbearable, so any chance to take the load off another's shoulders and let them rest and catch their breath I'll happily take.

I try my best to be fair, but often lose sight of what's best for me. I want to help and support everyone who needs it, but in my quest to save everyone, I have often abandoned myself. My care is often expected and thus taken for granted. Nobody seems to understand how much it hurts. Well, until I met you anyway. You're a little fire cracker. You have a great presence despite your size. You're honest and so very clever. I was instantly in awe by your radiance, your willpower, your resilience and your strength. You taught me important lessons. I'm older than you but sometimes I feel like a student listening to my teacher preach. You're opinionated and steadfast, and have such a strong sense of justice. You call it like it is, and have called me out aplenty. Always well-intentioned. You get worked up easily, and I find it rather cute. You scold me like a parent their child when I don't take up enough space, don't hold my head high, or when I give away too much for free. You are objective and fair, never tell me I'm right or wrong unless I really am. It's refreshing. You're like a breath of fresh air.

It pains me to hear of your past. How you've been to hell and back. You face struggles even when you really can't or feel like giving up. You always get back up again, always try to find another way around when an obstacle sits in the way of where you're going. You've lived life on hardmode, and now I yearn to make things easier for you. You if anyone deserves my devotion. I know you are much too just to take advantage of my kindness and return my love in earnest. I trust you, and that says a lot as I've only ever been able to trust myself.

Would you let me be your safe space? We can build you a nest and make sure you have the nicest, softest things and plenty of snacks. I wish to provide you the space and time to really relax and let your guard down. You can safely get in touch with your inner child and heal them from all their past wounds. I will guard your sanctuary and let you be free and able to go wherever your heart desires. Let your curiosity guide you, and I will follow and keep bandaids in my pocket should you stumble and fall. You don't need to be strong all the time, and you need not be ready for battle at all hours of the day. I will take the wheel and take us in the direction of your choice whilst you rest safe and sound for as long and as much as you want and need.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

05.

Hello,

Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, ay? Am I late, or were you just early? It seems as though you've been waiting a long time. Wasted your time kissing a whole lot of frogs, huh? Settled for good enough? Jumped from ship to ship like a pirate looking for the best loot? Well, congratulations! You made it. I'm here now! I'm just kidding, but I am, in fact, very happy now that you found me. Lots of hurdles to get over, had to crumple up many plans and ideas and kick yourself into gear on the career front. I'm far from your finish line, I am merely a little prize for a job well done. And now you'll have me by your side for the next chapters. Oh, the adventures we will have! How exciting, I can hardly wait.

Something important you had to learn before you got here is beating the status quo to the curb. You always did struggle with fitting into a neat little box and following orders, didn't you? Yet so many fools tried to bend your will and make you follow a nice little step by step pre-determined program. Hah, as if you'd ever be happy giving up your freedom like that. And I adore that about you. To hell with the status quo. I never do what is expected of me unless I myself set or agreed to those expectations. This is my life, and your life is yours. Wanna dance? Because I'll choose to court you on sight, and I hope you don't make me look like yet another fool because truly, I tell you, our dance will be an exhilarating one. We can both lead, because screw the rules!

Do not mistake my arrogance and my eleutheromania as purely egoic and a sign of wavering commitment. Though I have my admirers and my comrades, I am fiercly loyal. I do intend to flaunt you, because you are a dream come true worthy of the spotlight. I hope you're not shy, and if you are, then well, it'll be that much more entertaining for me to see you flustered by all the attention and applause. So learn to take a compliment, kiddo, because you just hit the jackpot and the prize includes a lifetime supply of praise. Along with a steadfast support system, as not only will I be at your beck and call, I fully intend to introduce you to my network of friends in higher places. Fret not, because your wildest dreams will soon appear mundane as together with some found family we will get where you are going so much faster than you've been going before.

Speaking of family, I'm not very close with mine. Perhaps neither are you, so you will understand the feeling of always having to do everything yourself and not having the kind of safety net that a family can provide. This is why I have collected friends over the years to whom I serve as family and they the same for me in return. In my anxieties of abandonment and neglect, I do everything in my power to help and support my loved ones because I know what it feels like to be without as much as encouragement on this journey of life. If you ever need some kind words, I'll be sure to whisper them in your ear and shout your name from the rooftops. You deserve the world, so pack your bags. We have tickets to explore it all.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

06.

Hello,

I pray you did not hear me talking to myself. I cry out into the void often. My mind, always abuzz with what ifs and wonder, has its way of driving me mad. Often I feel like a mad scientist, fixated on something so long I fail to take care of all my human needs. Before I know it, the sun has set and made way for the night. I recognise the passing of time only when I notice it is dark and the only source of light is the screen right on front of me. I have so many tabs open in my head I don't always notice what goes on around me. But you startled me. Admittededly I did not notice right away, but when I did I was shocked. It must've been weeks before I zoned out, watching your face as I thought of absolutely nothing. I waited for you to finish whatever it was that you were occupied with, and then it hit me. You're beautiful and I like you.

It feels easy to be around you. I can't say the same for many people, if any. I have had plenty of offers, but competing against my solitude is difficult. A race few finish, and none truly come out of as the victor. I get bored easily, and I must be honest and admit that though I may be quickly intrigued and glue myself to my newest interest, my attention is hard to keep. I enjoy the rush of newness, and yearn for a love that stays fresh and full of intrigue. And I found that in you. For you lead your own life, explore your own paths, then report back to me your newest finds. We pick apart things and situations like mechanics figuring out all the parts of a new machine. Then we go and find new things to inevitably share, and sometimes we journey together too. There is always something. I no longer feel like I am the only one keeping the conversation going. No longer the one in charge of every who and what and how and why and when and where. You pull your own weight. For once I, too, feel fascinating. And not only do I feel interesting, I find you equally interesting. It didn't drop for either of us.

Some may look at us strangely, but good heavens, are some people so easily lulled into a boring and mundane routine. Every time I would cry out my woes, I was called childish. Told that love will and should settle into a comfortable and steady routine. That it is normal for the excitement of newness to fade as you get to know someone. I refused to believe every relationship was doomed to become such a snooze. And I am glad you did too, because you keep growing as I grow and our vines they intertwine and part ways and cross again in this intricate web of possibilities. To know you is to be a student of law or medicine. Doctors and lawyers practice their craft, they're not fixed by a mere degree because neither law or medicine is fixed. It is ever-changing and developing. I pinch myself because I can hardly believe I found another student like me.

Never fear I will leave you feeling stupid. I am aware of my own merit, but never wield it against anyone, unless needed. You are very clever and you have strengths and skills that I do not. I promise to be there to listen, especially in times when nobody else will. I have known loneliness and neglect. My curiosity is a form of escapism as I run away from the eldritch horrors of my past. Please be direct with me. Within me lives a tired old hopeless romantic, whom I locked away in shame as I was told it never plays out like in the movies. But you've proved to me that it actually does. And for you I'll do anything. Though you sometimes leave me tongue tied and flustered, you stabilize me. As thanks you'll have my loyalty and devotion. I'm used to taking care of others, and I know my care won't be misplaced on you. I read people easily already, but please allow me to study your face and note down every micro-expression so that I will always be able to tell how you are feeling even when you feel unable to put it into words.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

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pistatsia · 5 months

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OKAY so the only thing I want to say about yesterday's spoilers (Ness backstory) is that borderliner* Ness is canon now lol

✅ explosive anger

✅ feeling neglected, alone, misunderstood most of the time

✅ low self-esteem and the resulting self-hatred

✅ strong, overwhelming emotions

(feelings that can't be explained == too high (for average person) bursts of them. Inability to handle them)

✅ black and white thinking

(Isagi's either good (tosses to Kaiser) or bad (doesn't toss to Kaiser) lol)

✅ fear of abandonment + self-harm

✅ very intense, frequent, extreme emotional swings

(difference of one second)

(difference of one second pt.2)

✅ maladaptive daydreaming

✅ determining one's value through relationships with others

✅ unstable relationships

I'm really disappointed that chapter haven't shown Ness' attempts to gain his parents and siblings love but, eh, okay. I can work with that

A little background on who people with borderline personality disorder are and where do they come from. (Of course, each case is unique. I'm talking about the average manifestation of the disorder here.)

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is a type of personality disorder in which a person is unstable, hypersensitive, highly anxious, and has no sense of self (no feeling of identity). One in ten patients end up committing suicide.

In fact, borderliners are people with no emotional skin. What for a stable person is a small domestic nuisance - for a borderliner is boundless terror, fear, a complete sense of helplessness and overwhelming self-loathing. Are you sick? It's your fault, you're worthless. You forgot your pass and had to buy an underground ticket? You're disgusting, step under a train right now. You forgot the food in the fridge and it spoilt? Don't you dare eat for another three days, punish yourself, cut yourself because you're nothing. That's not an exaggeration, it's true. And then you see an advert with a doggy and you laugh until you cry and all is fine.

It's like that dozens of times in one day.

Why do borderliners work this way? Heredity plays a role (which in Ness's case can be seen, for example, by the fact that he reacted acutely to some things even as a child), but to a greater extent, of course, the family, because when BPD is treated in the early stages, it is more easily reduced to remission (but does not disappear completely - it is like the core of the personality). Speaking of family types, typically borderliners come out of families with a narcissistic parent or the same borderline. Why exactly is that the case?

Because life with a narcissist/borderliner parent is an endless battlefield in which the child is forced to survive. Any emotion you have, if it doesn't fall under the parent's incomprehensible ideas, is repulsive. Any request you make and attempt to speak your mind is a violation of all laws and the worst offence. Today you're the golden child, tomorrow you're trash. Today your mom says she loves you, and tomorrow she blames you for divorcing your dad. Today dad likes the tea you made him, tomorrow he'll throw it in your face. It's a constant violation of personal space, an inability to have privacy, an impossibility to defend your interests - and yet a staggering neglect, a removal of the child from your life. Parents in such families usually divide their children into "golden" and "outcast" children, emphasising in every possible way how terrible the lousy sheep of the family (the outcast child) is, and encouraging bullying by their siblings.

Sounds similar to Ness's story, doesn't it?

In such families, the child by the age of 6 or 7 already knows that he is disgusting, horrible, and must do anything to avoid being abandoned - because the parents emphasise in every possible way that he is horrible, but they (for now) keep him out of mercy. A child learns by the slightest movement of the eyebrows and corner of the mouth to know when mom loves you and when she hates you, when dad is good and when he's bad.

The childhood of such children is a battlefield, and they come out of it emotionally disabled. For example, a very common consequence of living in such a family, in addition to BPD, is PTSD. Yeah, like war veterans.

(and by the way, borderliners VERY often end up paired with… Narcissists. Because it's a familiar love-hate game. And on top of that, also a beautiful (non-existent) personality to take a bite out of for your non-existent self))

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(if it seems like I'm somehow writing about borderline disorder a bit too unkindly - I love Ness and sympathise with him. It's me whom I don't love lol)

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aneveningsword · 5 months

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader warnings: not proofread, some tough love, mentions of drug abuse words: 713 summary: Spencer needed help and if no one else was going to help him you would.

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It wasn't the hardest to see the change in Spencer after his time with Tobias. How on edge he seemed, snapping at people for the most minor offences. How uncaring of the feelings of those around him, saying whatever he wished. Everyone tried to turn the other cheek knowing the pain and despair he must be in. But they could only allow the infractions to go on for so long before they grow tired of it.

Everyone knew what exactly was going on, everyone could see the signs. Yet no one wished to acknowledge that it was happening. Maybe if they forgeined ignorance then it wouldn't be true, it would just silently go away and no one would have to worry about it.

But you couldn't, you couldn't keep turning a blind eye, watching the pain he was in. You couldn't stand by as he destroyed himself. That's what brought you to his front door, a bag full of flyers and hand banging loudly on his door. You weren't leaving until you got through to him.

It wasn't long before the door opened, the wood replaced with Spencer's exhausted features. Before he could even open his mouth to question why you were there you pushed passed him. Entering his house like you owned the place instead of simply visiting. A small grumble was heard from the man behind you as the door shut once more.

His annoyance did little to against the determination flowing through you, turning to face him you spoke. "I know." Confusion washed over the lanky man's features, unsure of what you meant. You had bargained into his house after nagging on the door like someone was chasing you, one to declare you knew something.

"You're using." You clarified taking note of his confusion, faked or not you didn't care. You wanted to rip the bandaid off, not give him time to try and snake out of it or distract you. You knew he was smarter than you and with a few words, he could throw you off the course you have been set on.

Spencer's features morph into an expression you couldn't describe before hardening, his face unreadable to what he was thinking. "I don't know what you're talking about." The denial of what was happening was weak, you both knew the truth. "God Spencer, I'm not stupid, I can see it. Everyone can. We're worried." There was a tone of anguish in your voice, pleading with him to just give up and let you help.

"I've got it under control." The words pulled a scoff from you as you shook your head. "But you don't do you? Because if you did, I wouldn't have noticed." There was a tone of desperation to your words as you tried to get through to him. He knows you are here out of the car for him, worried that this may escalate. But he didn't need the help, at least he didn't think he did.

You take a few steps towards him, hand reaching out to grab him in a firm but careful hold. You half expected him to rip his hand from yours and tell you to leave, spitting some harsh words on your way out. It was what he had seemingly been doing too very. Yet, he didn't instead just watched you for a few moments.

"Just... go to a meeting, please. If you don't help if you don't want the team to get their noses into it." With you're free hand you reach into your bag, pulling out a handful of crumpled flyers. Extending them towards him in the hopes he would grab them and at least skim over them. You didn't wish to watch him destroy himself, to get a call that his body had been found somewhere.

You watched his hand reach out, expecting him to take the flyer yet instead you were pulled into a hug. A bone-crushing one as Spencer's arms pin you to him. For a moment you are frozen, but quickly you return the hug with the same force. "Thank you," The words were so soft you almost missed them, the slient acceptance of your help and the admittance that he had a problem.

"Of course, I love you." "...I love you too."

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the-fiction-witch · 26 days

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The Dark & The Dawn P2

Media House of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon Targaryen X Celestia Dayne [OC] (Reader Dayne with dark hair and purple eyes)

Rating Sweet

Part One

Reader - Celestia Dayne (Dark hair, Violet eyes)

They walked the gardens with arms liked, they passed the tall hedges, and dragon statues that litter the impressive gardens of the red keep. Daemon was the first to break the silence between them both.

"Celestia of House Dayne," He chuckled,

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," she snapped back at him,

"I never imagined myself being married to a Dornish girl,"

"Stranger things have happened in this dynasty of yours,"

"... I suppose," He chuckled, "You and your family seem to really lean into the aesthetic,"

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive me, I mean no offence. But... Celestia? The star-embroidered dress? your castle is even called Starfall,"

She raised an eyebrow at his words and once again snapped back at him, "Daemon? Dragonstone? The scales on your doublet and the silver dragon clips on your bliaut? One could say you too lean into the aesthetic?"

He chuckled, "I suppose you're right, perhaps once we are married we can combine them?"

She laughed, "Perhaps we shall make a new sigil? A dragon on a star-filled sky, a dragon made of stars,"

"Quiet a sight I should think," he laughed leading them both to sit on a stone bench,

"It would, So... it is true we are to be married?"

"It is, politicking but we are to marry," he nodded,

"I see, may I ask about the blade you carry?" She asked glancing at his sheath,

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "That interests you?"

"It does," she nodded,

He smiled smugly and pulled out his sword,

The Sword Dark Sister lays in his hands the long thin blade of dark Valyrian steel almost sucks light away with its darkness,

He held the sword in his hands showing it to her almost ceremoniously as he was admittedly giddy to have a lady be interested in such a thing, "This is Dark Sister, Valyrian steel longsword ancestral to house Targaryen,"

"May I?" She asked offering her hands,

He smirked more but gently passed it to her allowing her to hold it, she held the sword with two hands one under the blade and one under the pummel Celestia felt the weight of it in her hands and looked over the intricate details of the blade of dark steel, this caused Daemon a wider smile to see her so interested and to see she knew the correct ways and didn't immediately do something foolish,

"Would you tell me about it?" She looked up at him her purple eyes glimmering,

"Of course," He nodded, "Dark sister has been a relic of house Targaryen since even before Aegon's conquest of Westeros," He explained, "It was favoured greatly by Queen Visenya, during the Dornish war she slew assassins in defence of Aegon and herself, it was even with Dark Sister in hand Queen Visenya cut the cheek of King Aegon to prove the ineffectiveness of his protectors thus establishing the Kingsguard,"

"Impressive," she smiled tossing the sword in her hands,

"Visenya bestowed the sword to her son Maegor but he merely hung it upon the wall of Dragonstone,"

"A shame for such a blade to be a mere decoration,"

"It is indeed, but it wasn't for too long once Visenya died Queen Alyssa Velaryon fled with her children and her son Jaehaerys took Dark sister with him and he carried the sword as he announced his claim and even onto the throne with him." he explained, "Baelon the brave my father, took Dark Sister and wield the sword in vengeance for his brother but when he passed Jaehaerys passed the sword to me." He explained,

"You must hold great love for the blade then?"

"I do," he nodded, "I have held Dark sister in hand most of my life, I have won countless tourneys, took part in countless hunts, and even used it to end the war for the stepstones. though I know not nearly enough has been done as of yet to live up to this blade history,"

"But you are still young," she said, "Still time to give the sword time with you matching of its grand life prior to your hand," she smiled offering it back,

He nodded and took the sword back returning it to his hip, "May I ask? What is the blade you carry?"

Celestia smiled widely and pulled out her own sword,

The Sword Dawn lays in her hand, with a blade as pale as milk glass seeming to glimmer and sparkle, almost as if it created light from it as if a radiant star.

"This is Dawn, the ancestral greatsword of House Dayne,"

"May I?"

"You may," she nodded handing it to him,

He took it and checked it over much as she did to dark sister, Daemon was surprised at how light the sword was for a greatsword but found it as sharp as Valyrian steel, "Would you tell me about it?"

"I'd be delighted," she smiled, "As per Legend Dawn was forged from the heart of the star that fell to the earth on Starfall, made from the star's very soul by blacksmiths with magic lost to time. It had passed through many great hands but I admit it doesn't hold a history like Dark Sister, Dawn does not pass from heir to heir only a knight of house Dayne who is deemed worthy may have the honour to wield Dawn until his death."

"And you carry it today? in ceremony for our wedding?"

"No," Celestia smiled, "I am Dawn's first female holder in our history,"

"I thought you had to be a knight?"

"You do, my brother knighted me as a joke when we were young but when my grandfather died and the sword became free I challenged my right as a Knighted Dayne for my chance to Weild the sword," she explained, "As I need not explain. I was successful."

"You beat out all other knights to be worthy enough to hold Dawn?"

"I did, I beat sixteen other knights and I believe my prize was worth it a thousand times over,"

"I tend to agree," Daemon nodded returning the sword to her, "I rather look forward to my duties,"

"Do you?" She smirked at him as she returned the sword to its sheath,

"I do, to think Our child could one day hold claim to both Dark Sister and Dawn, Now that would be a man to fear."

"Or Woman." she snapped back,

"Or woman," he nodded taking her hand and kissing it,

#matt smith x reader #mattsmith #matt smith #daemon targeryen #hotd daemon #daemon x reader #daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryan #daemon x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #house targaryen #house of the dragon #houseofthedragon

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thatdeaffeel · 1 year

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I have heard that some people in the Deaf community are opposed to research and efforts to restore or provide hearing to deaf people. Is this true? And if so, can you share some of the reasonings?

Sure.

I want to get a few things out of the way first.

First off let's acknowledge that being deaf and being a part of the deaf community are two different things. You do not need to be deaf to be part of the community, such as people who are raised in it like coda (child of deaf adult), or people who refuse classification as deaf because of their own severity or other personal reasons (hoh, single side deafness, partial deafness, apd, etc. the list is long and you are valid in however you choose to self-identity when experiencing hearing differences).

Second, it's always a good idea to remind everyone that we are not a monolith, there are as many deaf opinions as there are deaf people, and the same goes for the Big D. We don't agree on everything, there are deaf right-wing and deaf left-wing and everything in between. What you're going to read is the opinion of a singular deaf person. Please do not be fooled into believing that I am a source of authority nor that I speak for anyone other than myself. I am not an elected representative. I am often wrong, open and happy to be corrected in reblogs and replies. I'm going to be focussing on the UK, specifically because I am British and it's the experience and knowledge that I have, for people in other countries things will differ, and I respect and would welcome additions in the reblogs and replies! I could give a wider overview of global deaf society BUT it will be fractured and through the lens of my personal understanding as a mainstreamed British person and I really do not want to be yet another coloniser speaking for everyone, it's just not who I am.

Third, while the deaf community often restructure conversation around hearing differences as deaf gain it's a little difficult to talk using terminology outsiders and others don't understand so I will be saying hearing loss and other such things, but know that if you are in the deaf community I don't at all think you have lost anything, please don't take offence to this. As such, I'm not going to play word games, when I say deaf community I refer to big D and when I say deaf I refer to little d as the condition, that is going to continue going forward. It minimizes mistakes and prevents me from having to have lowercase characters at sentence starts, and I hope I can be forgiven. I understand the importance of the difference between the two and I know why it's done in context but re-adding that context into every conversation is at best tiring, and at worst gets in the way of the argument.

Okay so with that out of the way we have to do even more preparation (i am so sorry) by breaking down the question because the phrase, "people in the Deaf community are opposed to research and efforts to restore or provide hearing to deaf people" is NEBLOUS in the extreme.

The simple part of it, the essence of the question, about whether the deaf community is against the concept of a "cure" is very true, for the most part, the deaf community are against the concept of a cure because there is no cure for deafness. To ask for one is eugenics, to stop deafness you must stop deaf people from being born or created, neither of which is reasonably practicable without the usage of eugenics. Some people are born deaf and for them, a faculty of hearing can never be created by any means, these people cannot be left out of the conversation nor society as a whole. We WILL NOT be tolerating or condoning eugenics in this, if I see it, you will be forever blocked. Being deaf is a natural state for a lot of people, some born to it, others through accident or as the after-effect of illness. Whether or not deafness is a medical condition is a totally different question and whether there is anything to "restore" in the first place is an even bigger question that is not at all about the semantics of language and culture but of morality itself.

We have to start with a little history because in broad strokes deaf people have been the target of deeply ableist segregation for as long as we have existed. For the history of the first deaf school in my country please visit history-of-place for much more detail than I will add here. To keep it short and essential, through segregation came culture; deaf people found each other. Through shared language and experience a community blossomed and eventually, its own sets of values and beliefs.

A culture was formed as a response to ableism and segregation. Instead of being separated and abandoned, deaf people came together to support one another and find ways to exist fully as ourselves. We created a community so that when people were outcast or cast off from "normal" (hearing) society they had a place to call home, a place they can live and thrive.

Some of the values and beliefs that are inherent to deaf culture are that hearing loss is not a loss at all, it is the entryway to an entirely new way of life, one that is as rich, fulfilling, interesting and valuable, as any other. They believe, rightly so, that their culture is vital to the way of life for deaf people and that it should be protected, but also that the definition of being hearing as normal is a dangerous and false one. Many people are born without the required hardware to be able to hear and to create a society that is completely intolerant of deaf people is to create a society where someone is permanently forced to perform to fit in, they are at a permanent disadvantage when forced to be oral. Without the deaf community, that person will always feel left out, stuck, different and othered.

To a lot of people in the deaf community, the concept of "curing" deafness is deeply offensive. To them, it is not an affliction that should be pitied or altered, it is a simple fact of their body that they embrace, because it is a cultural signifier. They are deaf, they belong to the deaf community, and the deaf community is not something that should be "cured" out of society.

At the root of it all is the belief that people who are deaf should have the choice not to be abandoned by society, and that they should have a place to live, a place to exist. That they should not have to modify their body in order to belong. It is a belief centred on self-autonomy, which is where the moral quandary comes in.

You can see that this sits in pretty stark contrast to mainstream society, where people view deafness as a limiting disability, that to be deaf is to lose your capacity to function in society. This belief is an ableist one. It's similar to the autism community, mainstream society forces us, autistic people, to play pretend and to defer to their culture in order to fit in, they see as us less, as other. Inside autistic society and culture, we don't see ourselves as other, or as less than. We are just ourselves. We think differently to the mainstream and that is in no way a bad thing, it is JUST different.

To get you to see the deaf side of your question for a second, imagine we restructure it to being about an autistic person.

"I have heard that some people in the Autistic community are opposed to research and efforts to restore or provide neurotypical responses to autistic people."

You're starting from the assumption that there is anything to be restored.

Your position with this question is the assumption that hearing is a default when we know that there are a great many types of deafness, some of which that we are born into and that there is no meaningful medical way to create hearing for that person where it would otherwise have never existed in the first place. There is an oft-touted "cure" called the cochlear implant, but if you haven't done research on it yet, you should. The implant is very often MORE disabling than learning sign and joining deaf society, in part because it is an imperfect version of hearing but also because it represents a choice made FOR someone. Adult and young adult adopters of the implant more often than not reject it for the burdensome unintelligible noise generator that it is, due to far too few frequencies and other limitations of the device that we won't get into here. The best time to get an implant is as a child, long and far before the child will have the social awareness of the deaf community or the fulfilling life they can lead inside it, so the best time to get the best use out of the implant is when the child is at their least capable of deciding for themselves.

For a lot of the deaf community this position, that there is something to "cure" is deeply offensive.

As a trans person, I understand to the bottom of my being that people are not necessarily born who they will be when they grow up and that our starting configuration has nothing to do with who or what we are. The deaf community believes this too, by and large.

So it comes down to a moral question. Do you mainstream and force yourself away from a culture you can engage in, forever isolating yourself in a speaking society where you will have limited and othered status, or do you embrace and embed yourself into a subculture where you will be treated as an equal but where you are segregated, externally subjected to ableism and have to learn to interface with the speaking world.

It's a hard decision, right? It's WORSE when you're deciding on behalf of someone else, especially a child. See, most medical interventions in deafness are done on behalf of children, often babies, and they are the start of a pathway, toward the acceptance of the deaf community as a valid, genuine culture, or away and acceptance of a medical condition that can be treated so you can maintain your position in mainstream society no matter how tenuous that position may be.

Some inside the deaf community look at outcomes, some think any procedure at all is bad, some think what can be cured should be cured, and others still HATE the concept of a "cure" at all. I said before there are as many positions on this as there are deaf people and I stand by it.

Personally? I take the view that children who are deaf should be put in deaf schools, should learn the sign of their country, in my case bsl, should be taught to interface with hearing society and should get all the healthcare to ensure their continued existence without pain, suffering or undue harm. I believe that all deferrable interventions SHOULD BE DEFERRED, that they, the deaf person, as an individual, with all the rights and knowledge available of the communities they are choosing to belong to, should be the person to decide on how they are treated and what impact it will have. I have no stance on emergent care, we do what we can to stop people from dying.

I would not choose a cochlear implant for my child, I would educate them and let them choose for themselves. Constructing an ear out of cartilage? I let the child choose. Where possible, I let someone choose for themselves. Bodily autonomy is the most important thing to me.

I hope this helped. Your question is complex because it treats a cultural, ethical and moral question as a purely medical one, which in itself, makes it hard to answer.

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black-occamy · 7 months

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Remadora Microfics - day 2: Cat

Written for @remadoramicrofics October prompts, 1119 words Yep, couldn't fit in the requirement, oops.

Written as part of my Occamy-verse AU, so: everybody lives, everybody lives HAPPILY, there will be insane amount of fluff and cuteness, there will be mentions of polyamory.

The cat hissed, baring tiny fangs in a clear display of anger. It had pushed itself into the furthest corner of the room, black fur nearly blending with the darkness. Yellow eyes flickered like two tiny lanterns in the night.

“You're safe here, little one,” Dora cooed, much like she usually did with Teddy, “You're in a friendly home, I promise.”

Another hiss and a series of angry spits let her know exactly what the kitten was thinking of her assurances.

“You must be hungry. Come out and eat.”

She pushed a plate of minced meat towards it. The cat yowled with offence, but almost immediately jumped forward, smacked her hand with a tiny paw and grabbed a mouthful of food, scurrying back into the shadows.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, more out of surprise than pain, as the claws didn't even break the skin. “You're a fierce little fella, I'll give you that!”

She straightened up, leaving the kitten alone for now, locking the door to the bedroom just in case someone would let it out accidentally before she had the chance to discuss this new family member with everyone. She was pretty sure they would agree to keep it.

Well, almost sure.

Read further under cut or on AO3 ❤.

“I was thinking it would be good for Teddy to grow up with an animal.”

Remus hesitated for a moment, cup of tea halfway between the table and his mouth. He eyed his wife, who sat on the opposite side of the kitchen table, rocking on the back legs of the chair with an enigmatic smile.

“Okay, where is that coming from?” he asked and Dora scoffed.

“I’m caring for my son, that’s where.” There was something odd in her voice, not insincerity, but something… else.

“Well, Padfoot…”

“Not an animagus, Rem. An animal,” she rolled her eyes, staring at the ceiling. “A pet would be good for him. Would teach him responsibility and stuff.”

Remus put the cup back at the table and absent-mindedly scratched the back of his neck. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was definitely something off in the way she twirled her fingers.

“Just so we are on the same page here, Dora, Teddy is ten months old,” he ventured carefully. She scoffed again, but didn’t reply. “I’m not saying it’s a bad idea, but it seems… rushed?”

She dropped the front legs of the chair against the floor and stood up abruptly, prepared to say something. A doorbell interrupted her, announcing a family member had entered the house. Dora looked towards the corridor and sure enough, Sirius’ voice and Teddy’s laughter drifted in.

“Can you undo that clasp, Gems? That one, yeah. Aaaaand we’re going to get the hat off this little guy here…”

Remus caught the look on his wife’s face. Clearly enough, she was only putting a pin in their conversation. She walked out of the kitchen and after a moment of hesitation, he followed her.

“Was he behaving himself, Sirius?” Dora asked, taking their son off his uncle’s hands as the grownups were taking off their coats.

“Who, our Teddy? Nicest kid on the block,” Sirius grinned at her. His cheeks were flushed from the February air. “Chats up every person on the way. Never seen so many ladies smiling.”

“Your bad influence no doubt,” Gemma mused, putting her coat on the rack beside the door. “It’s true, though, Teddy is the most talkative baby I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you for taking him on the walk today.” Dora cradled the boy in his arms and Teddy’s hair immediately turned pink to match hers. “It’s nice to have you back, little monkey!”

Teddy babbled in response, a string of sounds that didn’t resemble words just yet, but nevertheless seemed like an important story. Remus could easily imagine the same happy chirping catching the attention of every passerby on the street. That, paired with the fact Sirius was taking the baby for a stroll in a carrier on his chest, was sure enough to make most of the neighbours swoon. He absent-mindedly scratched his neck again.

“Would you two like something hot to drink?” he asked and both Gemma and Sirius turned to look at him. “I have just made some tea.”

“Sure, it’s freezing outside,” Sirius rubbed his shoulder. “Also, my sweater is horribly itchy. Either that or my dermatitis is flaring. I’ll go change and join you.”

“Gemma?”

“Tea is fine, sure…” for a moment she thoughtfully eyed her husband jumping upstairs two steps at the time. “Chamomile?”

“You know it.”

In the kitchen, Dora chatted with Teddy. The baby babble continued, this time accompanied by a series of colour changes of the boys’ hair, swirling from black to pink and brown in turns. Remus reached for Gemma’s cup, scratching his neck again.

“I was thinking…” Dora began, shooting a quick glance over Teddy’s head. “How do you feel about cats, Gemma?”

“In general? Adore them.”

There was a glint in Dora’s eyes that caught Remus’ attention.

“Do you think having a pet would be good for Teddy?” His wife continued in a voice that was not sounding quite as innocent as she probably thought it was.

“You mean, other than Padfoot?”

“You called?” Sirius joined them, scooping the cup from Remus’ hand. “Mmm, chamomile!”

“No, no, a real pet…” Dora smiled. “Like a cat, actually.”

“Cats are fun,” Sirius sat on the table next to Teddy and ruffled the boy’s hair. The colour immediately switched to black.

“I have a feeling you have something to tell us, Dora,” Remus sighed, pouring another cup of tea. He caught his wife shooting him a nervous glance and then a separate, questioning look from Gemma. “Is there something locked in our bedroom that you want to talk about?”

“You…”

“Full moon in three days,” he shrugged. “I’m surprised Padfoot didn’t notice, actually.”

“Wait, Dora, did you bring a cat home?” Gemma’s eyebrows rose.

“Well…”

“Did you take it to the veterinarian first?”

“Uhm…”

Remus watched as Sirius rubbed his neck in the gesture that seemed eerily familiar and suddenly remembered that his friend never had dermatitis. The itch in his own shoulders intensified.

“I think we can officially call it the first flea infestation of this pack, right, Pads?” he sighed. Sirius shot him a wild stare.

“Fleas? In the damn Ancient and most Noble house of Black?”

“Language, Sirius!”

“Sorry, Moony.”

“I guess…” Dora picked Teddy from the table, trying to hide her face behind his small body. “I guess I know who brought them?”

For a long moment there was silence in the kitchen, broken only by Teddy’s continuous babbling. Gemma was the first to sigh deeply and roll her eyes.

“We’re naming the cat Pestilence, then.”

#remadora microfics #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #dora tonks #remadora #sirius black #occamy verse #teddy lupin #pack dynamics #pack polycule #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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b000mbayah · 3 years

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Can you write for irene? When fem reader girlfriend runs away from her?

This is the best I could come up with. I hope you enjoy, feel free to give feedback!

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She's a keeper

I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it. I had to run away from my girlfriend. I ran away from something that once nurtured and comforted me.

I ran away from irene.

She's just been off lately and it's scared me. I've tried to have civil conversations with her but she always avoids the main point. Every time I go to confront her she dodges it like it's some stray bullet.

I can feel my heart, heavy like molten iron as I walk the streets alone.

As much as I miss those times, the ones where I'd hold her hand all the way through it, I must push on…

Just this time, I'm helping myself.

It was just this morning when it all happened, the yelling, the accusations.. the argument. I could tell something was coming, she was extremely odd a few weeks ago. Guess she finally stood up to confront me.

It was all fine the night before, so what happened in those six eventful hours? How did she flip a switch and do a 360? Bae Irene is one mysterious woman but nothing can compare to the secrets she's been keeping from me.

"Y/n, what is this?" Irene murmurs, smiling sadly at the sly news paper in her hands. They've caught me doing something, dispatch have clearly got something to pin against me. Those sly bastards.

She hurriedly hands me the paper, a picture of myself holding someone's hand in the middle of a field. Our faces are just about visible, well mine is at least.

The massive bold words 'caught in a scandal' are printed at the top, "Is this what I get after committing to this relationship, to us?"

"I-Irene I-"

"No y/n, you're clearly just not devoting enough of your time to me, nor our love. How could I have your love if someone else already has it?" Her voice comes out unstable yet fierce.

"You don't know the whole story" I try to squeeze in between her rushed comments that just seem to fly out of her mouth, one after another.

"I clearly don't need it, that picture, that article, it says it all for me. It saves you from speaking"

"That article is fake! When have dispatch ever caught anything true!"

"Often y/n, bloody often" her chest heaves up and down as her rough breaths are dragged out of her mouth.

"I don't want this, nor do I need this right now" she pauses, and looks down at me, her eyes gleaming with a glass lake of salty water.

Before she can even go any further she breaks down, a perfect machine that's malfunctioned.. malfunctioned real bad.

I know it's stupid and irresponsible, but my instincts were telling me to run. And so I did..

And now I'm here, sitting at a window with Jisoo asleep on my right shoulder, staring at the drenched streets as the rain surges down like an endless storm. The weather represents my thoughts right now, all gloomy.

I did the right thing. I'm giving her space and time… that's what she was going to ask for, I could see it in her eyes..

I'm thankful to have friends like jisoo and Lisa, I'd be lost without them two caring crackheads.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Lisa's voice travels to my ears. She's standing at the door, a drink in her hand.

"Yeah, I'll text her at some point…"

"This is how your past three relationships ended. I like this one, please don't screw this up, Irene is perfect for you… promise you'll fix things y/n.. please?"

I look into Lisa's soft eyes, directing all my attention to her.

"Thank you Lisa, but I have to think about it. And so does Irene. I'd have to know if she'll forgive me first" I sigh out loud.

"But it was just me, you and Jisoo out on a nice day out! Jisoo had only ran off!"

"Lisa, you were scared. You're scared of jisoo and only God knows why"

"No I was not!" Lisa gets all defensive "either way, at the end of the day, I need you to talk to her. Irene is the best you'll ever get-"

"Ouch-"

"No offence, but you know it's true. It's not everyday that you find out some super famous idol like yourself has feelings for you, romantic ones at that.. and definitely someone that is that beautiful" Lisa pauses and smiles.

"She's a keeper, don't let go of her now y/n"

"Yeah, you're right this time Lisa.. no offence-" Lisa punches my shoulder, taking a seat beside me to watch the endless rain.

"How's jisoo, she's really passed out" Lisa asks, leaning forwards to get a better look at her roommate, who's STILL asleep on me.

"As heavy as ever" I joke, not minding the light pressure on my side. I listen to Lisa chuckle.

"Mhm, I know how that feels. She's constantly on my back, wanting to fly like some annoying mosquito" I laugh, keeping the volume down.

"Yeah, but it's funny so~" Lisa rolls her eyes.

I fell asleep right after that. This morning Lisa kicked me out, refusing to allow me to stay there any longer.

She's pushing me towards Irene, towards our next encounter.

I can understand Lisa, she does act like I'm her little sister anyways, but I can't go back. I'd lie as much as I'd need to inorder to stay away from her, at least for now.

I still have the image of her crying face engraved into my mind and it breaks my heart everytime I think back to it.

If I go back right now, it's only going to cause more destruction than healing. I may seem like a coward but I'm doing something smart.. I think.

"Y/n will call you.. trust me" Joy smiles at me warmly, gripping onto my shoulder.

"Yeah she will!" Yeri cheerfully yells, throwing her fists into the air.

"No, no she won't, I know y/n. There's no way she's coming back for me. I yelled at her without knowing everything I needed to know. I misjudged her and her day to day life"

"Calm down, don't go too hard on yourself. Your our leader and since you take care of us, we'll do the same for you.. right girls?" Wendy smiles as everyone chimes in with positive comments to lift my mood.

"I guess..?"

"Don't even worry, before you even know it, y/n will be back here and everything will go back to normal. I'm sure there's some reasonable explanation for all of this" seulgi smiles warmly, her chin in her palm.

I'm lucky to have been put in this group with these girls, they mean so much to me. They make everything out of nothing and have their way all the time.

"Care for some mysterious SM water?" Yeri jokes, making us all crack a laugh.

"Of course I would, it's a literal potion" she hands me the cup filled with water.

"Shhh, people could be listening. We can't reveal anything about it, not now, not ever" Wendy hushes me, trying to keep it a secret.

#korea #kpop #girl+group+imagines #gxg #writing #sm #irene #red velvet #rv #bae irene #rv seulgi #rv wendy #rv yeri #rv joy #requested #answered #Red Velvet #hope you like it!

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captainshazamerica · 3 years

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Literally all I have to say is that Gar would be worthy of Thors hammer and when he lifts it he should whack dick with it cuz dick is being more than an emotionally stunted asshole than what people think Bruce is, why must he keep referring to jason as the enemy who needs to be stopped especially seeing as they now know what the toxin actually does to people I ain't saying jason is blameless but you'd think dick would show some openness toward the possibility that jason can be saved or helped I love dick but he stresses me out so much sometimes like ahhh

I know the writers are trying to keep everyone happy by showing dickbabs and dickkory and there's no harm in trying to keep all the fans happy but and no offence to dickbabs but yo anytime dickbabs is even alluded to my brain is just like uhh hurry up and go away make this stop

!Blackfire becoming part of the titans!!!!!!!! 💜 Korryyy why did you trust that the Gotham mob lady had good intentions with her son, she is a mob lady in Gotham, honey no! I did not expect kory to melt her yikes

Gar better hug jason when he gets back and dick better start behaving like a big brother, honestly gar my boy bless you 💚 I think even bruce would be side eyeing dick bruce would be like boy whatt! 'enemy' he's not the enemy but he does need stopped I wish Alfred was here to be like master dick careful now son you're living up to your nickname 😅

When are Rachel and Donna coming back!?

i love that one shady mob lady that was all nervous and looking around and the guy was like chill the bats not in Gotham-little details like that are just mwah 😚😍

Jonathan Crane is lit, human garbage but still lit tho 🔥

🎪(Trying to watch this weeks episode was sooooo painful for me cuz of the glitchyness it was the most glitchy ep yet but at least the sound was okay )

BRO GAR WOULD BE ABLE TO LIFT MJOLNIR OMG! New headman accepted!! Like im obsessed with that idea ahhhh and its sooo true. But right! I love that boy SO dang much omg, I am SO happy SOMEONE still believes in saving Jason ahhh. Right! I was so sad when Dick thought he was beyond saving when like just a couple episodes ago he was so adamant about Crane using and turning him into a monster. Im wondering if he’s just conflicted and is trying to focus on the mission but still thinks he can save him, OR, like, I think it could be apart of his character arc this season of being different from bruce in the emotions department, like Im wondering if he will try to take down jason again, something will go horribly wrong(or that already happened) and he will finally realize that he has to have a different approach than bruce and the only way to stop it is to save him(with probably Gar being the one to get it through is head/show him jason can be saved. I hope they don’t just ignore all that character development cause at the beg of the season it seemed like Dick was really growing in those ways

Ahahaha really? I actually loved this Dickbabs *hides* But I know im in the minority xD During that scene though , i was thinking, Batanon ain’t gonna like this xD

Lmao Im Kori, I totally would have done the same and didn’t expect the mob lady to kill her son xD I really thought she was on the fence anyway, Im too much of a sucker for redemption arcs, I would never survive in DC world man xD But yes! I am SO happy they went with making Blackfire part of the titans! AND THAT OUFIT CHANGE THO LIKE YAS QUEEN!!!!!! But yeah, I am shocked Kori killed her, Dick is gonna be so mad omg, thats probably gonna be a bad fight later

Gosh, now all I want is for Gar to hug him omg, even tho i doubt its gonna happen(tho I also doubted they would make Blackfire part of the titans and that bruce would kill the joker yet here we are so at this point who knows lol). AHAHA, omg, Alfred canonically would tell him that though omg xD Dang, wasted opportunity!

Oooh, I keep forgetting about rachel and donna lmao *hides*, I wanna know when my Tim is gonna have some screen time!

Haha right, and then the second she heard the titans she was like, yeah im out xD I loved the mob guy eating ice cream cause same xD

Yes!!!! Human garbage man but the most lit human garbage man! Like, he is SUCH a good villain here omg, like he is the worst and creepiest but i think thats perfect for this world omg. Its nice seeing him as the mastermind and not just a puppet for a dif bad guy for once!

ALSO! DID YOU READ THE WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES?!

#batanon #titans #titans spoilers #titans s3 #titans season 3 #titans speculation #batman #long post #teen titans #meredith gets an ask #ask #anon

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outerbankslut · 4 years

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Sorry... Pope Heyward

Summary • After a fight between the Kooks and the Pogues you go to your friends to apologise but Pope’s not having it.

Warnings • Swearing? Maybe but I can’t remember and I cba to go back through. Mentions of violence (in the fight). If there’s anything else let me know :) JJ smoking as usual.

Word Count • 1.7k (Imagine)

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THE NOISES OF the cars engine knocked you out of your daze as you drove down the paved, sweltering streets of outer banks. The houses you passed a second ago were filled with perfectly trimmed bushes, the building decked in marble and stone with backyards for miles and a pool to finish it off. Whereas the houses you passed now were smaller and wooden, looking fragile almost. Lots of the yards were messier and lazier but they didn't have personal gardeners or the time nor money to do it themselves generally. It made your heart clench as you thought about how just a mile back you were living luxuriously while people over here slaved away to earn everything they owned. They weren't handed it like you were.

You were on your way to the cut to see your friends. But not for a casual hangout. You needed to see if they were okay. After the events of the night before you couldn't be sure what happened after you left.

Rafe has been involved in a fight between all the Pogues including you. No surprise there. He’d been the instigator of it all. It had broken out just you were all planning to leave and then the Cameron boy and the rest of his country club friends came over and joined in somehow finding fun in hitting and punching people due to the entitlement blinding their eyes from the truth that they were the same. Well maybe not personality wise in any way at all. But you were all human beings and yet you were pitted against each other from the day you were born. Only some succumbed to the amounting pressure of their kook or pogue parents to stay away from the other side others realised how petty and stupid it was.

It was always like a scene from west side story when the two groups were mixed and it never ended well. It usually left you to pick up the pieces of their messes. Or any mess of your brothers really. It had always been you. You taking responsibility for anything he did. Whilst he would go disappear and sniff a few lines before making his triumphant return you would be mending what he broke or taking the blame. Being younger than him didn't help with him manipulating you as a child. Rafe broke a vase and suddenly you broke the vase. Rafe stole money from dad since he blew his allowance on coke and alcohol and instead you stole the money. It had always been that way and by now you were used to being left in the wake of your brothers tyranny.

You always felt responsible no matter what happened. The events of last night where stuck in your mind like super glue and the guilt was filling up your lungs. It wasn't your fault. But at the same time it was. You didn't stop your brother, you let your friends get hurt by him. And they must hate you. Probably wish you'd never been let into their group.

The tires of your car screeched to a halt beside the Twinkie which occupied the space outside of the chateau. It was eerily quiet until you stepped out onto the grassy and muddy ground and heard muffled laughter from inside the wooden walls of the small fish shack. You could smell the after effects of a joint wafting through the air. No doubt it was JJ.

Once you entered the chateau the small creak of the screen door was enough to gain the attention of all the Pogues who glanced up at your presence. Only then did you see what was leftover from the fight last night. Kie looked at you with a small smile but you could see the light grazing on her cheeks and her hands that held the wooden neck of a ukulele. But yet she still seemed happy to see you. And then JJ who sent you a lazy smile as he inhaled more of the joint between his bruised knuckled fingers and the smoke covered his purple and yellow and green painted face but only for a second. Then John B who held a beer in his hands but you could see the blood surrounding his split lip and small cut above his black eye.

None noticed your small frown or look of quilt swarming you except from Pope who stared intensely and lingered on the downturning of your lips as you turned and caught his gaze. You could see the small cut beneath his chin and no doubt just like the John B and JJ he accumulated bruises on his stomach or arms. But he was wearing his shirt buttoned up whereas JJ laid shirtless and John B stood with his shirt open.

It hurt you the most seeing Pope. The multiple bruises and cuts adorning his normally smooth and unharmed skin. They were because of you. When Pope moved in front of you stopping you from receiving the backhand Rafe sent your way as you berated him to stop. He was the reason you weren't hurt. And you were the reason he was hurt.

Pope looked at you oddly as you just stood there letting out a sigh.

"Y/N?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. When you didn't answer again he stood up and walked over to you where you stood with your hands threaded together and rubbing in anticipation. "What's wrong?"

"I-I wanted to apologise to you last night."

The rest of the Pogues had turned their attention to you, JJ even stopped smoking for a second to listen. Your eyes were down trained on the wooden flooring as you spoke. Popes furrowed brows deepened as he looked at you slightly bewildered that you thought you needed to apologise.

"I'm sorry he hurt you guys. It was all my fault and I should have stopped him but I didn't." You let out a dry chuckle. "All of you got hurt and yet I'm perfectly fine." You shook you head and sighed. "But I'm really sorry."

Despite the nice welcoming from your friends you still had the deep rooted fear they would hate you after last night but the looks on their faces held sadness or confusion rather than anger or disdain.

Pope had seen you do this before with the group. Whether it be a Pogue and Kook fight or just a small thing when he'd been around your house, like accepting responsibility when Rafe forgot to pick Wheezie up from her ballet class or the time when you'd apologised profusely for Rafes mistreatment of JJ at his job at the country club. But most of those times he'd believed it to be a small courtesy of just being related to the problem or saying it like when you say you're sorry for someone's loss but it wasn’t like that with you. At least not this time.

You were apprehensive to look up to meet his but when you did you saw the boy let out a small scoff and you were ready for him to yell at you to leave and never come back.

"God! Stop apologising for other people! You're not the shitty one!" The Heyward boy exclaimed blowing a fuse which surprised everyone when Pope was normally the calm and collected one. Not all the time. But most.

And he wasn’t angry towards you but toward Rafe and even the smallest notion that what he did laid on your shoulders. You simply blinked in his direction not sure what to say at his outburst.

"Pope—" You started saying before you were cut off by the boy throwing his hands in the air.

"No I can't take it any longer. I can't watch you blame yourself and apologise for the punches Rafe throws or the shitty things he does. He's a bad person and you are not him. I don't give a damn if he's your brother, okay? Y/N you've never done anything wrong in your life and yet you keep apologising for everything he does. It's not your fault. I'll tell you a million—scratch that a billion times if I have to."

And once again you blinked but this time blinking away the glossy liquid in your eyes hoping to clear your vision. It was a different feeling having someone tell you it wasn't your fault for once. Popes eyes stared passionately towards you as you held his stare. You felt comforted just the the deep ebony colours of his eyes that focused on you.

"I still left you guys though after. I didn't stay and help." You told them and Kiara stood quickly, abandoning the instrument on the couch and placing a hand on your arm. You felt yourself sniffling. Pope moved his hand as well but lightly placed it in your own moving his fingers over your palm in circles soothingly. Letting you know he was there. Pope and you had definitely always been the closest in the group. If you ever needed someone Pope was always there. Whether it was someone to cry on or rant to, he was always there. And he definitely cared a lot about you as you did him.

"Hey, Y/N. You still tried to help us. That’s what counts. And we get it was overwhelming. We don't have to deal with psycho brothers. No offence." Kie spoke softly and you chuckled lightly at her comment through small tears that you were quick to wipe away.

"Yeah, Rafe is his own person and technically an adult he can take responsibility for his own shit." JJ spoke as he stood from his space on the couch joined by John B behind him.

"I still don't understand how the two of you are even related."

You shrugged a small smile growing on your lips that Pope noticed. "Me and Sarah both wonder that. A lot."

They all let out small laughs before Pope pulled you in for a hug and you nestled your head into his shoulder at his warm and enticing hold. He smelt of musk with small hints of aftershave and salt water. But most of all he smelt of home. Somewhere that would always be inviting and your one true solace from the world.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 5 years

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Unbelievable || Dustin H. x Fem!Reader

Requested: @im-eating-rn Hi!hello!May I request? A little Dustin x reader where nobody of Dustin's friends believe that he got a girlfriend who goes to a different school but he actually does? they always meet in the arcade? And then maybe Dustin finally set up a meet up with his friends and his little gf at a party? And everybody is start asking since when and how? And Dustin's mother (bless her sweet soul I love her) is just like "oh yeah they are together since idk... hi y/n sweetheart!" I just love them.

A//N: this prompt is absolutely freaking adorable and I love it but I apologize in advance if any of the interactions between reader and Dustin seem forced. I'm so used to writing the reader as Dustin's sibling so this was tricky to write😂

"Come on, Dustin! I bet they're just teasing you. They're your friends, I'm sure they believe you," You rubbed your boyfriend's back soothingly, trying to comfort him.

"You'd think so," he sighed, putting his head in his hands. "But I know those assholes and I can tell when they're teasing and this is not it."

You continued tracing circles in his back, falling silent but still offering your support.

He took his head out of his hands and smiled, looking at you.

"Then again, I can't say I blame them."

"What do you mean, hun?" You asked, brow furrowed.

"You are pretty unbelievable"

You blushed furiously and you felt your chest grow warm.

"Oh, Dustin." You smiled brightly and leaned in giving him a tender kiss.

The two of you pulled away, and you intertwined your fingers with his and rested your head on his shoulder.

"So why don't we set something up?" You said simply. "A little get together at your house. You can invite your friends over. And I can swing by and meet them. Besides some homework I gotta get done, I'm free Friday. What do you say?"

He looked at you adoringly, as usual, and smiled.

"That sounds perfect. Have I ever told you how awesome you are?"

Your face scrunched up in a playful manner, you peered up at him. "Not today, you haven't."

Your head moved with his shoulders as he chuckled. "You are unbelievably awesome."

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you smiled as your eyes focused on a random spot on the wall.

"I can't wait for you to meet them" he said contently. "And for you to wipe those smug smiles off their faces."

You giggled picturing the sight. You couldn't wait either.

+++

"No offence Dustin, but do you want to head to the arcade or something?" Will asked timidly. "There's not exactly a lot to do here,"

Dustin, whose eyes kept flickering to the door, something his friends picked up on, brushed off the comment.

"Uh yeah, maybe later though" his voice sounded distant, he was distracted.

"Dude, what is up with you?" Lucas asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Dustin mumbled.

He shook his head briefly, taking his eyes off the front door and stood up. "I'm gonna get something to drink, does anyone want anything? I've got cola,"

"I'm good," Mike shrugged.

"Same here," Lucas said.

"I'll have a cola," Will said.

Dustin nodded and retreated to the kitchen, leaving the three boys who looked at one another.

"Something's not right, man." Lucas whispered.

"Yeah something's definitely up," Will said.

The boys fell silent when they heard footsteps approaching and sure enough Dustin emerged holding two cans of cola. He handed the can to Will who mumbled a thanks.

Dustin made his way to the couch and just before he could sit, the doorbell rang. He jumped up quickly and scrambled to the door, his friends sharing weary looks.

"I think you guys will find my guest very interesting." He said smugly, over his shoulder.

He grasped the doorknob and swung the door open, Dustin spoke confidently. "Hello, my lo-"

In front of him stood a very confused mailman holding a package.

Lucas and Mike stifled their laughter and Will was having difficulties keeping the amused grin off his face. He hid behind his drink and took a sip.

"Um, package for Mrs. Henderson?"

"Great, thanks, okay bye." Dustin took the package swiftly and reached for the door to close it but the man spoke up.

"Sir, you have to sign for it."

Letting out a weak chuckle, Dustin quickly grabbed the clipboard and scribbled his signature with the attached pen on a chain, and shoved the clipboard back into the man's hands and hurriedly shut the door.

Sighing, he leaned against the door, thankful that the exchange was over with. But when he saw the peculiar look on his friends faces he knew what was coming.

"Just save it alright?" He grumbled.

He trudged back to the couch and landed on the cushions and let himself sink into the pillows.

"You were saying?" Lucas quipped, quirking an eyebrow and smirking.

"Shut it, Sinclair."

Lucas chuckled and Mike got up and took a seat next Dustin on the couch.

"You wanna tell us what all that was all about?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Before he could answer, a brief series of rhythmic and gentle knocks came from the front door.

Dustin, who recognized your pattern of knocks - something he picked up on somewhere along the way - and he knew this was Y/n.

Plastering on a smug smile, he looked to Mike.

"Why don't you find out yourself?"

Mike frowned, and looked over his shoulder to the door, briefly making eye contact with Will and Lucas before looking back to Dustin.

"Please, be my guest." He urged.

Dustin gestured to the front door and Mike stood, making his way over to answer it.

Mike had no idea what to expect, but when he opened the door he was still surprised to see a girl their age, standing on the front porch. You looked as if you were just as confused to see Mike as he was to see you.

You recognized him almost immediately from the pictures you had seen. It was just odd having someone else answer the door that wasn't Dustin.

He always answered the door when he was expecting you. Even the times where you could hear Mrs. Henderson call out to you that she would get it, it would usually be followed by a muffled thud and a slew of curses as Dustin scrambled to get there first.

You smiled politely. You recognized Mike from the pictures around Dustin's house and you figured they had been giving him crap or something and that's why Mike answered the door.

"Hi, you're Mike right? I'm Y/n," you stuck our your hand out for him to shake and in his confused daze he shook your hand as if he was on autopilot. "Where's Dustin?"

"Over here, Y/n/n." Dustin called wistfully.

You smiled, and rather than wait for Mike to let you in - it didn't look like the thought ever occurred to him - you stepped passed him, knowing you were invited anyway.

You stepped into the front room and you noted the delayed sound of Mike closing the door behind you and he wandered past you and back to his seat.

You looked at each of the boys, Will and Lucas gaping at you as well.

"Hi there," You met Will's eye and smiled. "You must be Will and that would make you Lucas?"

They each nodded respectively and Dustin got up, joining your side. He gently put his arm around you, a gesture you welcomed.

"Gentlemen, this is Y/n," He wore a beaming smile, looking at you fondly before looking back to his friends. "My girlfriend"

"Wait, seriously?" Lucas asked, dumbfounded.

Your smile grew brighter, albeit a bit smug, and you nodded proudly. "It's true. We've been together for some time now."

"So," Will spoke up. "You're the Y/n?"

"The one and only. And it's my understanding that you guys have been a bit "skeptical", you made air quotes as you said this, but out of politeness you kept them hidden at your sides. "about me and Dustin?"

Lucas opened his mouth to speak but the words seemed to have died on his tongue.

The guys did believe you existed of course. You and Dustin had met at the arcade, fighting over who got to play dig dug first. You had both gotten to the machine at the same time, but fought over it.

Dustin didn't argue that much, and gave the machine up to you. Not that he thought you couldn't win on your own or anything, but because he was more than fine waiting his turn for it if it meant having a reason to spend more time with you. A fact he had kept to himself. You two ended up taking turns on the game, each of you trying to beat each other's scores. Dustin had caught his friends up the next day at school, inadvertently gushing about the awesome girl he met at the arcade the previous day.

This adoration for you continued for weeks, the guys quickly lost interest and got fairly annoyed. He would find a way to bring you up in any conversation. "Y/n said the funniest thing today," and "I wish Y/n was here, she'd know just what to do," or "It's funny you say that, Y/n was just telling me about..." Eventually, one of them snapped one day, making some comment about he needed to get over her and Dustin retorted that as a matter of fact, he asked you out for a lunch date and you said yes.

A mixture of bad timing and irritation from the guys' side is what caused their disbelief. That and how highly he spoke of you. Surely no one was that perfect.

Any time he mentioned you from then on, something you did or said, anything involving you his girlfriend, they just assumed he didn't want to be caught in an embarrassing lie and kept up the act. For the sake of his dignity.

Yet they still couldn't quite shake the doubt that had taken root in their minds. Small parts in the back of their brian fed them alternate scenarios, any suggestion that could possible make sense all because if they admitted they were wrong they knew they had been bad friends.

Maybe you were just doing Dustin a favor by coming here and saying these things. Hell, maybe you found out he liked you and you didn't recproacte the feeling and as an act of pity, you agreed to lying for him just to shut them up. It was a definite stretch, but it was possible right?

No matter the doubt, however crazy the scenario, it didn't do anything to help the guilt that settled heavily on their concious. But in the whirlwind of it all, their attention was pulled to the front door for the third time that day to see Mrs. Henderson walk through the door, coat on, groceries and her keys in her hands.

She smiled brightly and greeted the boys, who politely greeted her back and when she saw you her lips stretched into a big grin.

"Y/n, honey! What a lovely surprise!" She set down the grocery bag and walked over to you.

She enveloped you with her signature mama bear hug and you gladly accepted the familiar embrace.

Pulling back, she inspected you, plucking a few cat hairs from your shoulder that had attached themselves to you during her hug. You were not fazed by this, you had gotten quite familiar with her motherly behavior. She went nuts for you when you met her and everytime you were around she doted on you more than she did Dustin if at at possible.

"Oh, how have you been sweetheart?"

You smiled warmly. "I'm great thank you. How are you?"

She gushed. "Oh I'm just fine, thank you sweetie. So tell me, what are you kids up to? Dusty, have you offered your friends a drink yet?"

"Yes mom," he said, a hint of impatience in his tone. "I was just introducing them to Y/n,"

Dustin made firm eye contact with each of his friends, reveling in the fact that they were finally listening.

"In fact, we were just clearing up some questions they had." He smiled smugly at his friends and they struggled maintaining eye contact.

"Oh, I remember when Dusty here was so excited when he first told me you guys had finally planned a first date. Gosh, he could not stop talking about you honey," Her loving gaze shifted from you to the other boys. "He was so nervous too."

"Mom!"

"It was so adorable," She giggled. "Hard to believe it's been almost a whole year now, isn't it?"

When they heard this from Mrs. Henderson, that was the final confirmation. Lucas, Mike and Will all felt immediately crushed by guilt and sent their friend many apologetic looks and apologized profusely the rest of the night.

In fact, it took them a very long time before they finally stopped apologizing. Even a scattered one here and there months after it happened.

Of course, that may or may not have had something to do with the fact that you never let them forget it.

#requested #dustin x reader #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson imagine #dustin henderson x fem!reader #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #imagine #reader insert #self insert

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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YOU'RE LOVELY - ONE

M O N D A Y

I keep saying Imma’ change, Imma’ change

I’m 22 now it’s time to fucking act my age

And I just keep telling her this is just a stage

Where every other night we go party and we rage

And umm.. I be fucking up I know

So immature, I just hope she doesn’t know

She’s thinking about peacing fast if he doesn’t grow up

In the next 5 minutes then she’ll up and go

And I’m just saying wait up

Let me show and prove

I know I did some things that you really won’t excuse

You really got something I don’t want to go and lose

But then she cut me off like when you blow a fuse

And she said to me

Camila studied the music in front of her. She was her worst critique yet she loved how harsh she was on herself, it pushes the brown eyed girl to produce the best of her ability.

See I fucked around and always cut it close

Sex is like a drug, I always need another dose

I swear I got a problem they can’t even diagnose

And I always seem to stumble every time I try to coast

Saying adios to the groupies

Hello again to you

I swear you got something only shown in a few

And much, much better is what I’m goin’ to do

And not sweat someone so miniscule

Have you ever loved somebody

That didn’t love you back enough?

Brings on a bunch of extra baggage like you packing stuff

I apologize cuz’ I know you really had it rough

It’s my word, Imma’ stop acting up

“Baby…”

Camila looked up hearing a soft raspy voice echoing through the otherwise quiet room. Lauren stood against the door, she was wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie and some booty short’s, her hair was in a messy bun and her eye’s were filled with sleep.

Camila stared at her wife being so natural. Her wife was a piece of art, something and someone so rare that the brown eyed girl would give her life to be with Lauren. Life would be bland without the older women. She often mistake’s Lauren’s bright green eye’s with the star’s in the sky. The raven haired princess just alway’s seems to be glowing.

“Baby, i love you”

Camila smiled softly, beaming at the women in front of you. “Awe i love y-”

“But i beg you to shut the fuck up so i can nap”

Camila closed her mouth, rolling her eye’s at Lauren’s never ending need to sleep.

“Babe, didn’t you have a nap like four hour’s ago?” The tanned Cuban questioned.

Lauren blankly stared at her wife, obviously not happy with the response she received.“Okay…and?”

“two nap’s in one day?"

"Baby you’re lucky i haven’t had four yet!” Lauren exclaimed with wide eye’s.

“It’s one in the afternoon” Camila deadpanned.

“Okay…and your point being?”

Camila chuckled softly, Lauren napped more than a new born baby, something the pale skin girl’s done since they were teenagers.

“You nap too much”

Lauren gasped in offence. “There is no such thing as too much napping!” She scoffed “If anything you’re lucky i dont nap all day, do you know how hard it is to not nap all day?”

The younger Cuban shook her head at her sleepy wife, it honestly amazed her how someone could nap so many time’s in one day.

Lauren padded over to the small chair in the corner of Camila’s home in studio, quietly watching as the brown eyed girl went back to writing.

Lauren has always loved to watch Camila create, the scenery of her mind working is a beauty that the green eyed girl cannot put into words. One must only be able to experience it to understand.

And that’s you And that’s true I really wish I didn’t care about you anymore But I do What do I do when the rap-life Make a motherfucker choose up in that fight? Make a young couple do something sad like Being broke up even though we had life Fuck it, I don’t even know what I could of done Looking back thinking “That’s what I should of done” Wanted you back But when the fact is I always put you second to rap-

Camila sighed, frustrated with herself for having writers block. Everything she came up with was horrible in her mind, the rhymes, the lines, none of it was coming to her.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Looking over her shoulder, the brown eyed girl huffed before standing up and sluggishly making her way over to her wife.

Camila cuddled up to the green eyed girl and stuffed her head in the crook of Lauren’s neck. “I suck.”

“Yeaaaaa you do” Lauren smirked.

“Lauren! Not the time”

“okay im sorry, why do you suck? I mean, beside’s the obvious” the older Latina chuckled.

Camila sighed before sitting up, straddling Lauren’s torso.

“Im at a blank, everything i produce is dull and lifeless, i don’t know what’s wrong with me i just..i don’t have any inspiration or motivation and it’s frustrating me because i need to write something decent to keep me sane, i have to express my emotions it just doesn’t want to come out today.”

Lauren stared up at her wife, the green eyed women new that writting and producing music was like therapy to Camila, it helped clear her mind when she was struggling, though the stubborn girl doesn’t like to admit that she has actual feelings, Lauren know’s the younger girl’s heart basically radiates off of music.

“Okay! You’re coming with me” Camila squealed as Lauren lifted her up off the chair.

“What? Where are we going?”

Lauren planted Camila on the ground before grabbing her hand and dragging her out the door.

“To find you some inspiration of course”

……

“Ugh..Lauren…please no more..no..more.”

Camila panted as the couple continued to walk up the trail. The petit girl felt like her legs were on fire and her feet were melted.

“You are literally the laziest piece of shit i know.” Lauren scoffed from the top of the hill. “The top is right here and you’re…you’re now laying on the ground. okay.”

Camila made an arrange of animalistic noises. Obnoxiously Gasping for air the brown eyed girl put her hand over her heart before playing dead on the ground.

“Camila.” Lauren deadpanned.

“Camila Cabello!"

Receiving no answer and knowing she wasn’t going to get one, Lauren huffed while mumbling profanities under her breath and made her way back down to her ‘dead’ wife.

Camila still hadn’t moved an inch, except for her tongue now sticking out the the side of her mouth to give away the dying act even more.

"Camila.” Lauren spoke again once she reached the girl.

“Camila i can still see you breathing”

The tanned girl opened her eye’s and squinted up at Lauren. “Lauren..Baby” she panted out earning and eye roll from the green eyed girl.

“Go on without me..save yourself…tell the children that i love them..”

Lauren huffed, her wife was the biggest child sometimes.

“Camila we can still see the car park from here!"

That got the small Latina’s attention, peeping one eye open, Camila vaguely looked towards the direction were they came from and sure enough the car park was indeed in their sight of vision.

"Oh…”

“Oh, get off the floor before you ruin your pants.” Lauren huffed.

Camila sheepishly smiled up at her wife before standing up and grabbing ahold of the older girl’s hand.

“Well…shall we then?”

All Lauren could do was chuckle.

…

The two finally reached the top earning a gasp from Camila.

“Baby…” the brown eyed girl said, tears beginning to fill her eyes.

Lauren blushed looking at the ground, no matter how many years they’ve been together, the green eyed girl still get’s shy infront of her wife.

“You remeber it..?” She let out quietly. Camila looked at her like she was mad, shaking her head vilontley. “Baby,of course i remember it. This is where we had all of our firsts. Our first kiss, our first 'i love you’s’..i proposed to you here.” Camila said in awe.

The lookout view was phenomenal, no photo could do justice to the beautiful sky and how to colours semed to mix so well, like they’ve known each other for years.

Lauren softly grabbed Camila’s hand and gently pulled her over to the edge where they could sit.

“Well…i thought that maybe, with the beautiful view and all the memories that we’ve shared here, you would be able to, hopefully, get inspired” she shrugged.

Camila sighed, Lauren always knew how to take care of her, she knew the ins and outs of Camila’s mind and while that scared her, she know’s if she trust anyone with her mind, it would be Lauren.

“I love you” she spoke, pressing a soft kiss to the green eyed girls plump lips.

“I love you too baby” Lauren smiled softly.

“Now, do what you do best Camz, im with you.”

Camila nodded and took a deep breath, brown eyes searched the view hoping that the beauty would be able to help her. When she closed her eye’s, flashbacks of past stories came rushing to mind, everything that brought Lauren and Camila up to this point.

Lauren was the only inspiration she needed and the only inspiration she wanted.

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we’ll see No I won’t be afraid Oh, I won’t be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me So darling, darling Stand by me, oh stand by me Oh stand, stand by me Stand by me If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea I won’t cry, I won’t cry No, I won’t shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling Stand by me, oh stand by me

A/N Caitlin 😴 hit my wattpad up cxs_____

#UPDATE #series #AU #camren #submission #youre lovely

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old-long-john · 7 years

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(1/8)Oh my good golly gosh darn, Laura!!!! I would drown in your words if I could. That bit from your unfinished fic, I'm in awe. I am completely smitten with your interpretation of Silver. I wish I could articulate a response to your answers besides !!!!! (Also you're a saint for humoring me.) I could listen and talk to you about John Silver all day. You touched on some really good points in previous answers that I didn't acknowledge, so I'd like to address some of them now because wow.

You do such a good job unpacking the minutiae in each scene, but then I feel the need to further explicate your meta because you bring up so many brilliant points. 1.“Funny that Silver’s learnt so much shit from Flint, except that allowing yourself to be blinded to rationality and truths is a ruinous mistake.” God this ties in so well to our discussion of Silver believing his own bullshit. It’s almost as though he learned the wrong lesson from Flint and became more accomplished at lying to himself as the story goes on. Or perhaps those untruths just kept piling up.

So very true. Honestly, I think so much of it is due to Silver letting himself get too comfortable in the little bubble he’d created for himself. And I feel so awful for him, because it was always going to have to pop in the end. He’s always been so good at reading people and at manipulating situations for his own gain, and he seemed to be incredibly honest with himself (and others) about his own failings and limitations, and those things are fine when nobody depends on you and you don’t depend on anybody else. But as soon as he developed loyalties and relationships, and with them wants and needs that he couldn’t provide for himself alone (love and friendship and respect), it suddenly wasn’t very convenient to be honest with himself about his own shortcomings or the things which the only two members of the John Silver’s People Club would value as more important than him. Because I completely believe he valued(/still values?) them more than anything else in the entire world. It’s such a horrible imbalance to face honestly and accept.

2.“Not much slips by Flint” lmao except a big cache full of gems on his own damn ship. Sorry I just had to bring that up. I feel like that was one of those leaps of faith the show expects us to take, and I just can’t. I still can’t believe Flint didn’t know the cache was on board the Walrus.

Mm, I know what you mean. Though I can make it work in my own head. Flint is such a micro-manager, but he has been far more relaxed this season in general. I mean, he went off on his little Fortress B&B break with Eleanor and trusted Silver to make everything work in his absence, with no plan given. But that’s part of the problem. Even if Silver was wrong about Flint’s investment in their friendship, and in his assertion that it was only a convenience insofar as it helped him to use Silver to have things done his way…Flint kind of still did that, a little bit. Flint loves him, I have no doubt, but he put so much faith in the idea that Silver would see his way as right and fall in line that it made him blind to the daylight that was growing between them. He was still doing it on that damn island when he was talking to Dooley. I can buy that he didn’t know the chest was on board, because he truly hadn’t made room in his head for the possibility that Silver would go against him in that way. So he let his plan fall into place, as his plans always fell into place with Silver by his side, without noticing that Silver wasn’t with him in the way he thought. Poor Flint. Like we said, speaking of masters of blinding oneself to dangerous truths…

3.“I wonder though how much he was motivated by pride in that moment, or anger, or even just vulnerability.” Honestly Laura just let me rEST. You have a Flint-like way of cutting straight to the heart of a scene or action. We (you) covered Silver’s vulnerability (god so vulnerable–remember when he left the hilltop when Flint asked about his past? He sounded SO young and broken as he went gosh. I’m pretty emotional over his emotions.) but I really want to address the others. Because I actually had some thoughts concerning his pride. He always made a point to set himself apart from the men and claim freedom from Flint’s influence (“You will account for me;” “I don’t believe in him”). I think once there was a break in their relationship (once daylight could seep between them) all Billy’s and Hands’s warnings fueled his determination perhaps to disprove them or maybe just to prove to himself that he can still hold his own with Flint and not be moved, even to the point of ignoring logic (John, why :’( ). And I’m thinking these conflicting, complex emotions feed into each other? Like maybe the anger also stems from the vulnerability, the perceived betrayal–is a reaction to being hurt. Anger is an easy emotion, and to someone who is new to emotions like Silver, I imagine it’s simpler to embrace. I mean, remember his face at the end of the episode? He’s so in love (romantic, platonic, whatever I don’t care); he’s in awe of this thing between them. This is his first (at least that we see) important relationship. The feelings are mutual, that’s what he says, and for him to feel like Flint broke his first foray into attachment, of course he’s going to be hurt.

I suddenly have that scene from Pride and Prejudice playing in the back of my mind and it’s the worst. (”Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty…”, “My pride?”, “…in admitting scruples about our relationship…”, “…from the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realise that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.” *cue sexual tension so thick you could spread it on toast*) Oh, pride. You know, come to think of it, we were told right at the beginning of the episode that pride should not be a thing that ought to come between them at this point, and I imagine that wasn’t accidental.

I think you’re completely right about the influence of Billy and Hands’s words. However that pride is framed (either being for Silver’s own peace of mind, or to prove the point to them), having that ‘mistake’ seen by them, and commented on constantly, must have had some effect on his impulse to prove he could even the score and show just how very invulnerable he really was to Flint. I think he’s probably almost as angry with them for pointing it out and making it ‘a thing’ as he is with Flint for giving rise to it. I’ve wondered a lot, actually, just how this season would have gone without the corrupting influence of Hands. He really has been an evil little snake, whispering the things that should only ever have been thought by Silver, not said aloud. I suppose that was his purpose really. To give voice to those things that we as the audience needed to hear, but which wouldn’t normally be spoken. He’s almost been as much a narrative device to show Silver’s state of mind as those S3 dreams were for Flint.

What you say about Silver’s complex emotions feeding into easier ones, like anger, sounds exactly right too. I’ve been kind of viewing Silver as a bit of a teenager in a lot of respects this season, and that fits in with that view. Flint was totally his first foray into attachment, yeah, and Silver does definitely love him in his way - he’s basically experiencing his first break up, and it’s a brutal, world-shattering one. He’s so inexperienced with feelings (seemingly deliberately, as one of those suddenly inconvenient lines of defence - fuck do I empathise with him there), and so like a teenager his reaction to big feelings that he doesn’t know how to quantify or cope with is to boil them down to easier ones, like anger and hurt, and to express them through spite and cruelty and self-pity. He’s a goddamn mess, but I don’t think he’d know how to stop everything from spiralling, even if he wanted to. Flint might though, if he’d only stop raging long enough to listen to him.

(And don’t even get me started on Luke Arnold and his freakish ability to de-age himself by about 10 years in the blink of an eye. He’s looked and sounded so young several times this season, and every single time it’s broken me. I could write a whole essay just on that.)

One final thought I had regarding the narrative of Flint and Silver’s relationship is that though they frame it as the war vs Madi, as soon as Flint took the cache, the conflict became him vs Madi. And the fandom had some compelling arguments that the writers weren’t going to be that predictable, but they really were and. That’s probably the most disappointing. Like I didn’t find the episode disappointing but this season as a whole, while not bad, has not been up to parr. Anyway sorry for the incoherent jumble. But I truly love how you process Silver.

I’ve had this thought too. All of last week I was worrying that there would be no rug-pull and that their division really would be as simple as it seemed, and I was ready to be so disappointed by that…but then episode 9 was so damn good that I kind of forgot to be annoyed. And I still can’t quite find it in me to pick holes yet. I don’t know how it will all stand up to rewatches, but I agree with you, I think. In comparison to most tv, S4 has still been something special (in my eyes), but there have definitely been things that seemed a little rushed or contrived. I suppose the writers felt that they didn’t have enough story left for two more seasons, but what they had was still too much for just one. Perhaps a final season of 12 or 15 episodes would have worked a little better, and given all the storylines and relationships a little more space to breathe. As it stands though, the thing I’ve always loved most about this show is the characters, and I think for the most part they’ve been as well written and thoughtfully developed this season as in the past three, so I’m willing to overlook a few more bumps in the storytelling than normal. And I’m just so glad that the pieces have finally fallen into place for everyone else to ‘see’ Silver again too, because it’s started to feel a little lonely in the John Silver Defence Squad lately.

This got ENORMOUS. But I’ve had fun answering it! I am not ready to let these pirates go. :( I think they’re going to live in my head for a very, very long time. (I’m at least 40% John Silver at this point. Maybe more.) Someone carve ‘Know no shame’ on my tombstone, please.

#I'm tagging you as #John Silver's People Club anon #:)

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letgoofmygreggo · 7 years

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heyyo, ive got a smornby (?) prompt if you wanna do it because im trash lol: We're playing gay chicken with our friends and this is awkward because I like you and oh now we're kissing and I don't want to pull away, but I know you won't because you're amazing at this game and oh god now we're using tongues

I finally did it anon! Sorry for the wait! Holidays and family stuff have made me have less time to write (plus me being horrible and spending all my free time the last couple of days on dnd and not this) but here it is! Uh got a lil bit more Tom/Lewis than I meant to (they have to be in all my fics now man) but the smornby is there!

Nervous

The infamous party master of senior year, Tom Clark, was hosting a surprisingly small party for what must of been the first time ever. There was no special reason, it wasn’t anyone’s birthday or an anniversary of some kind, no one new had arrived and no one was leaving town anytime soon. But instead of the house being filled with nearly everyone in senior year, plus half of the year below, there was only sixteen teenagers sitting in Tom’s living room drinking. Most of the group were sitting on the floor in a circle around a huge glass in the middle surrounded by cards. Zoey and Fiona were out of the drinking game, choosing to watch the chaos of the drinking gaming unfold while snuggling on the couch. Rythian was also not playing, sitting on a chair behind his boyfriend Zylus who was unconsciously leaning back on Rythian’s legs.

That left thirteen people playing the drinking game. Sjin and Sips who were sitting beside each other, nudging the other’s shoulder before laughing at something. Beside Sjin sat Duncan, Kim, then Hannah, all three talking as they waited for the game to begin. Next to Hannah was Simon, Lewis and the host himself Tom. The three were talking with Ben, who was writing the rules for the game down on a piece of paper. Zylus was next to Ben, happily waiting as he leaned on his boyfriends legs. Lastly came Trott, Ross and Smith. The well known trio completing the circle and giggling at some stupid inside joke.All of a sudden, everyone’s conversations are cut off by Tom as he raises a hand holding a piece of paper and yelling.

“THE RULES ARE DONE. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!”A few cheers came from around the circle and Tom pulled the first card from the pile.

Twenty minutes later and the group was obviously slightly drunk. More than half the cards had been removed from the circle and the glass in the middle now had a strange murky coloured liquid in it. People around the circle looked different too. Simon had a box on his head with eye holes cut out so he could see, Trott was happily sitting in Sip’s lap and Sjin was now missing his shirt. Duncan was lying on his stomach, hands by his side as he only made seal sounds and Ben had two bottles duct taped to his hands.

“Right Ross it is your turn.”Tom announced and the man in question reached forward and pulled out a card.“7”Tom looked at the paper in front of him.

“7 dare. Okay I totally have this. I dare you to play nervous, with Smith.”A bunch of people in the room went ‘ooooooo’ and Smith winked at Ross.

“Uh, what’s nervous?”

“Basically you just touch Smith and ask him if he’s nervous, if he says no you move to a more awkward place so like up his leg closer to his dick. You keep doing this until Smith says he is nervous. If you back out you have to skull you nice and freshly opened vessel.”

Tom smirked at Ross and the man knew he was doomed. He regretted letting Tom know about his crush on his best friend Smith, he should of know he would do something about it. Actually Tom probably made this a small party so they could actually play drinking games and make this happen. He honestly wouldn’t put it past him, Tom was known for doing crazy over the top things and getting into trouble, usually with Sjin by his side. Ross took a deep breath in and used all the courage he had gained from the alcohol and moved closer to Smith and place a hand on his thigh.

“Nervous?”Ross’ voice came out way more confident than he really was and Smith looked at him shocked for a second before he grinned.

“Nope.”Ross moved his hand up so it was closer to Smith’s hip.

“Nervous?”Smith continued to grin.

“Not at all.”Ross moved his hand more slowly this time, bushing over Smith crotch, earning a ‘shit’ from Tom and resting the hand on Smith’s lower stomach.

“Nervous?”Smith’s grin didn’t falter for a second.

“Nope.”Not wanting to straight out touch Smith’s dick, Ross decided on another plan and shuffled forward and sat in Smith’s lap. Hand’s touch either side of Smith’s face.

“Nervous now?”Yet again Smith simply grinned at Ross.

“Nope.”A gasp was heard by someone, Ross wasn’t really paying attention to who. His full attention on the man whose lap he was in. Slowly he moved his face so his mouth was only an inch from Smith’s. Quietly he whispered.

“Nervous.”Smith’s grin turned into more of a soft smile as he whispered back.

“Nope.”Ross gave into his urges and connected their lips. He felt Smith’s arms run up and down his back, at one point somehow making their way under his shirt. The kiss kept growing deeper and deeper until Ross felt Smith’s tongue enter the equation. His tongue soon followed and they continued this way until they pulled apart for air. They sat their for a moment, Ross in Smith’s lap, just staring at each other’s swollen lips, want for more clearly on their faces until they were both pulled back to the present by Trott.

“Holy shit guys. That is the most intense nervous I have ever seen.”Ross quickly jumped off of Smith’s lap, his face burning red with embarrassment. Smith tried to grab his arm, but Ross shrugged him off. He wasn’t technically out to anyone, apart from Tom when he drunkenly confessed to him one night and he was worried what everyone would think. Sensing his panic, his own undoing came to his rescue.

“Holy shit Ross that looks like a fun way to kiss someone.”Everyone’s attention was drawn from Ross to Tom who upon knowing everyone was watching him, jumped over into Lewis’ lap and started kissing him much in the same way Ross and Smith kissed. Lewis, surprisingly to everyone, returned Tom’s kiss and the pair made out for even longer than Smith and Ross did. When Lewis and Tom pulled apart, Tom rested his forehead on Lewis’ and pecked him on the lips before moving back and turning to face the majority of the people in the room.

“I know you have all been curious as to why for the first time ever I have thrown a small party and only invited you lot. Well Lewis and I consider you all our closest friends and we wanted to let you all know that we are together. Well we have had a bit of a thing for a few months now, but we made the step to serious boyfriends about a month ago. And before you ask yes I am gay, but Lewis here is bi because apparently girls are nice or something, no offence ladies.”The women in the room simply rolled their eyes, but smiled none the less. Knowing full well Tom actually meant no offence.

Soon the circled crumbled as people moved closer to Tom and Lewis to ask them questions. Smith and Ross being the only two to not move a mussel.

“Hey, uh Ross?”Ross kept his head down as he replied to Smith.

“Yeah Smith?”Smith started fiddling with his fingers, a nervous sign Ross was not use to seeing the usually confident man do. He raised his head and met Smith’s eyes.

“Can we kiss again? But this time because we want to and not because of a game?”

Ross couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it was like all of his dreams were coming true. He grinned at Smith.

“Whose saying that I kissed you before because of the game and not because I wanted to?”Smith returned his grin.

“Well then, let’s kiss again anyway just to make sure.”Ross took back his stop on Smith’s lap and the two began kissing, only being noticed by Tom who leaned down to his own boyfriend and whispered.“Mission accomplished.”

#anon #prompt #ask #smornby #xephgor #i hope this is alright #so sorry about the wait

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