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#You Saved Me series
impalaimagining · 1 year
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You Saved Me - 20
Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader
2,073 words
Warnings: smut, 18+ only please
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Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jared’s alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.
His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jared’s tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.
The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.
“Son of a bitch.” Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he should’ve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.
You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. “You okay?”
Jard returned your grin and nodded. “Beyond.” He chuckled. “Just don’t wanna spend the day away from you.”
You pouted. “I know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.” Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. “Hey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.
Jared’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.
“Stop.” You admonished. “I’m serious, Jared. You’ve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now you’re a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.”
“Baby.” Jared looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips firmly against yours. “Thank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a… rocky history. I know it’s not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,” Jared cleared his throat, “with Gen, it was… easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.” You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. “And it’s not even just that for you - for us. It’s the kids, the ex-wife, the…”
“The stalker.” You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. “The stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now… entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. “Sorry.” You muttered.
Jared swallowed hard and nodded. “Like I said, rocky.”
“Rocky is definitely a word for it.” You scoffed. “But it - it doesn’t matter what our life has been like. It got us here.” You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jared’s arm and lacing your fingers together. “And I am very happy with here.”
Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. “I love here.” He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. “Unfortunately, I can’t be here again until tonight.”
You smirked up at him and nodded. “Don’t worry.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have a few new lingerie sets that’ll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.” With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.
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You didn’t post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.
The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddler’s other hand holding onto a woman’s hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kid’s first birthday.
Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?
You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You weren’t with him anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. It shouldn’t have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you would’ve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.
After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.
“Happy for you, hope you’re doing well.”
You shouldn’t have sent it. You should’ve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.
“Hey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.”
Jared.
You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasn’t enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.
“What happened?” Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. “What’s going on?”
You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. “Nothing, Jare.”
Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. “Talk to me.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I don’t - I don’t even know why it’s getting to me.” Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. “I was just sitting here scrolling and,” you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, “I saw something that… triggered me?”
Jared cautiously reached for your hand. “Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I’m okay. This shouldn’t be getting to me like this, so I’m mostly just mad at myself for the way I’m reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He… has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “He has a family.”
Jared’s shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. “You have a family too.” Jared reminded you gently. “You have me, you have the boys.”
“I know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I don’t envy what he has. I don’t miss him.” You assured Jared. “I love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.” The tension released from Jared’s shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. “Our life together has barely even started.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your lips.
Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jared’s eyes. “I can’t wait either.” You closed your eyes. “I - I’m not just talking about getting married though…” Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. “I want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.”
Jared sighed. “I… know.” He closed his eyes. “I know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me.
You furrowed your brows. “What am I not telling you?”
“That you’re struggling,” Jared started with a shrug, “with the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. They’re yours, Y/N. They love you so much.”
“They’re not mine, Jared,” you pulled away from him, “and you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That they’ll never be mine.”
“Don’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not - the words just didn’t come out right.” Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you weren’t in the mood to listen.
“I’m gonna take a few, okay?” You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didn’t let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. “I’ll be back.”
Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. “Y/N, please.”
“Jared, please.” You echoed sternly. “I’m trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesn’t get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.” Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.
Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.
“Thanks.” He said, and you nodded.
“Thank you for giving me space.” You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.
“Whatever you need.” Jared said sincerely. “I’ll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.”
“Thank you.” You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. “Can we talk now?” Jared nodded. “You were right.” You sighed. “I do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that we’re this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, they’re not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.” Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. “I just want to know that you want that too.”
Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “I do.” He promised on a whisper. “I do want that. I want all of that - with you.” You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. “I’ve got you.” Jared held the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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shelby77gt · 6 months
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'You Saved Me' series is now complete on Wattpad. Dreadwing and Shelby's story is finished. Please go enjoy and let me know what you think.
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tiredofthehumanlife · 3 months
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Before proceeding: Luke's a tad wild one might say. Crazy, possibly. Spooky, mayhaps.
Bestfriend!Luke coming over to your cabin to walk you to dinner. You know this and you know all about his crush. You know all about his fantasies, and his tendency of thievery. You may or may not have left your underwear purposely hanging on the rim of the hamper. You may or may not have moved the hamper closer to the spot that Luke usually sat at while he waited for you to get ready.
When Luke actually made it over you were still in the bathroom so he sat down in his usual seat. Luke continued his conversation with you through the door. His eyes caught on the hamper, more specifically the clothing on the rim. A very small voice in the back of his head said take them. Luke wanted to say he was better than that as a person. However, then he'd be a liar as well as a thief. When you left the bathroom you smiled at the now missing underwear. You didn't tell Luke you knew.
Until a few days later when you realized you rather liked that pair. How would you bring that up to Luke. He'd be so embarrassed you know about his feelings towards you, and the underwear thing too. But alas that was one of your favorite pairs so you bring it up when you're left alone with him.
Luke's laying on his back. You hoped he wouldn't run away with leaves and sticks still stuck to his shirt. You were sat next to Luke, leaning back on your palms as you both sunbathe.
"Oh hey you know that underwear you took?" You ask before looking over at the tree off to the side. You heard Luke quickly sitting up. He started talking but his voice cracked immediately. He cleared his throat and started again.
"um sorry what?" You know Luke's under the impression you had no idea. All things considered you were the mastermind behind it all. You certainly hoped he still had them and hadn't thrown them in a wood chipper while you weren't looking. You weren't going to entertain his I have no idea what you're talking about shtick.
"yeah well I want it back because those are one of my favorites but I'll give you a different pair. Tradesies." You keep your attitude nonchalant so you don't freak him out. Or freak him out less. His open and closes his mouth trying to find his words. When Luke finally finds it all he can force out is a tiny sorry that makes him sound like a kicked puppy.
"Luke, it's fine. I don't mind at all. In all honesty I left them there on purpose." This seems to confuse him even more and all of a sudden he's opening and closing his mouth again. You roll your eyes and move back to watching the trees sway in the wind. You felt him pulling your hand away from the ground. You shifted your weight to your other hand and watched him brush the pebbles off your palm. Luke reached into his pocket and pushed the folded material into your hand. He kept it covered with in case of onlookers but no one was around.
You wrapped your next pair in wrapping paper with a pretty bow on the top and a small note. Scribbled on it was a simple enjoy, love. and your signature at the bottom. You left your early birthday present on his bed just before curfew. The next morning Luke seemed quite cheery and you noticed his hand had a tendency to move back to his pocket. You shared a knowing look as he continued his conversation.
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motherofmabari · 4 months
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President Snow told Katniss to make the Districts believe the berries were an act of love, not of rebellion.
I think what he failed to understand is they were one and the same.
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oftenlyshitposting · 7 months
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this mandalorian is NOT straight like girl
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standing and sitting like you're trying to attract women and is successful at it smh
tbh i get it shin, i'd be so hot for her too
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lord-squiggletits · 2 months
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I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.
I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.
The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...
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Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.
I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.
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And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?
It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.
To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.
In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.
Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.
So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.
What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.
Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?
#squiggposting#pharma apologism#i'm sure the doylist reason for the writing is just that pharma was a designated villain#so since he's a villain and 'crazy' it's fine for everyone even the good guys to treat him like complete trash#i just think from a watsonian perspective taking a sympathetic approach is way more interesting and logically consistent#what i mean is like. from a meta perspective one of the best ways to show that a character is super evil and not worth saving#is when even the good guy heroes. the ones who are supposed to be kind and compassionate and wise. see him as dirt#and this is also kind of a necessity in most plots bc TF is the kind of series that just needs action villains and long-term antagonists#so not every villain is written or has a plot to be made redeemable. and pharma is one of these bc he's not important or a legacy character#so from a doylist (meta) perspective you could read the autobots' disregard of pharma as a sign of#'this guy is not meant to have your sympathy as a reader. pay no attention to him'#but from a watsonian (in universe) perspective it paints a miserable picture of pharma being utterly forsaken by the ppl he served alongsid#and like yeah i'm super autistic about pharma so of course i view him with sympathy but like#the idea of being a loyal and good person for years only to be subjected to a Torment Nexus of#being blackmailed into breaking all of the oaths you held sacred. under threat of you and all your comrades dying horrible torturous deaths#then when your comrades find out about it they focus solely on the 'harvesting organs' and not on the 'blackmail' part#and then you get literally left for dead by your comrades and best friend hating your guts#and then you get rescued by a guy who uses you as a test subject for his evil machine#this is a fucking nightmare scenario like pharma could hardly be suffering more if the author TRIED to make him suffer#and for me it's like. the evil pharma did can't be decontextualized to what drove him to that. as well as the question of like#how easily ppl can write someone off as evil and turn a blind eye to (or even find satisfaction in) their suffering bc theyre evil#and either brought it on themselves or it's just karma paying a visit#like. i feel like if pharma WERE a shitty doctor and a terrible person his whole life then the delphi situation would feel like karma#but the way it's written and the lore retroactively put in makes it feel more pharma getting thrown in a torture carousel#and THEN becoming evil. but then being treated as if he was always evil or was some sort of bad apple#bc like i'm not opposed to LOLing when a villain gets a karmic torture/death related to the wrongs they committed#but in pharma's case it feels less like karma and more like endless torture + being abandoned by ppl who should have been more loyal
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luxtoony · 1 year
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S..so.. 👉👈 @somerandomdudelmao
I really didn't want my first fanart for Cass series to be angst but my hand didn't listen. The pose and atmosphere was so cool, I couldn't resist :(
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Me showing up to my college after another (very very and that's two very's) late night dedicated to turtles.
(sorry for reposting but tumblr pranks me as always)
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Y'ALL NEED TO SEE THIS PANEL
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nookisms · 2 months
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Oops. It's a second headcanon compilation!
Don't worry, the next one will be back to our normal schedule of regular text posts and not headcanons
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torchstelechos · 3 months
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You know I think it's kind of funny how much LBH and SQQ mirror each other, like do you guys think about how to everyone around them in canon LBH knows everything about SQQ down to a single birthmark but SQQ doesn't seem to know anything about LBH? Despite everything they've gone through, SQQ seems to be playing catch up in their own relationship while LBH was already getting their wedding ready? But for us, the viewers, we know that SQQ knows everything about who LBH was suppose to be while LBH knows nothing about SQQ's own past and what he was suppose to be? SQQ knows everything that doesn't involve himself, while LBH knows everything that does involves himself. It's so funny to me how that must look to outsiders versus themselves <3
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show percy will eventually make another very out of pocket comment about the fact that zeus' best idea to save thalia was turning her into a tree but that time he'll add the fact that his dad grabbed him from a free fall instead of turning him into seaweed or a seagull or a horse and i live for the reaction of whoever is on the receiving end
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spicyvampire · 5 months
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"I'll make you moan like a dog."
PLAYBOYY (2023) EP. 3
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shelby77gt · 7 months
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I think you'd like this story: "Find Me (You Saved Me Series Book 3)" by Shelby77gt on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/207840852?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Shelby77gt&wp_originator=BOPxrXcXux0ihiCcz1fyoX2FNQtEbPfX3vnciNJujXs9HM5Iwb32%2Fz%2FnipppHHA1qFa1Qb3%2BMmORM%2BF7qdhcIdXf6cEJswDYBWEjZqEp4KJN3L5X%2BNOb4Wki%2B0gJLYh3
Been working on the book for a while. We are getting close to the finish line.
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salemoleander · 1 year
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3rd Life SMP Webweave // sources under readmore
Pt. 1: thatsbelievable // Cliffs of the Upper Colorado River, Wyoming Territory / Thomas Moran // Caernarvon Castle / George Elbert Burr // Study for "Science Instructing Industry" / Kenyon Cox // mr_froodo // The Beheading of St. John Baptist / Fortunato Duranti // Wolf in White Van / John Darnielle // Slow Dance / Ron Hicks // Ancient Castle / Georgette Agutte // screenshotsofdespair
Pt 2: Brooding Silence / John Carlson // thatsbelievable // a-doctor-not-a-fangirl // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead / Tom Stoppard // Tiktok comment by anothersomebodie // mountainqoats // stigmate // Suite Vénitienne / Sophie Calle & Jean Baudrillard 
Pt. 3: Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides / Anne Carson // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead / Tom Stoppard // God's Idea / Da Loria Norman // Tangiers / Arnold William Brunner // molabuddy
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An aspect of Hilda the series that I feel isn’t talked about enough is the colonizer’s guilt and how it affects the main character.
What made me write this was watching the third episode of the new season, but honestly, it’s something we see throughout the whole series. Starting out with the elves in the northern counties, and moving on to trolls and now giants. Every season that came out gave us a chance to see Hilda deal with the feelings that arise from living in a society she knows is built on the occupation of another people’s native land and the oppression of those inhabitants.
She knows it’s not her fault, she knows she’s not the colonizer, but she’s well aware that she’s in the privileged side of her society. Seeing her grapple with the fact that her very existence in these spaces is only possible because someone else is getting the short end of the stick, to me at least, makes her that much more interesting of a character.
Because it’s not a matter of fixing what she’s done, but the privilege is still there and not even well hidden when she sees the day to day life of the people whose land has been occupied by humans/trolbergians. So whenever we see her rush to aid them, her borderline desperation to fix what’s been broken, it’s even more captivating because it’s not just the usual “I love helping people and having adventures” gist, there’s always this undertone of guilt for something she hasn’t personally done but still knows has to be held accountable for.
Hilda knows the type of oppression that people like her get away with. And she wants no part in it.
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Tharn was in such a deep sleep that he couldn't feel Phaya thrashing back and forth next to him and literally being strangled to death.
Dick must have been phenomenal... Put my man in a damn near coma.
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