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burst-of-iridescent · 9 months

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Your response to that anon makes it pretty clear they're right lol. Katara did support Aang unconditionally, especially with his trauma as she could empathise as someone who is ALSO a survivor of genocide and the last of their people (water bender and air nomad). But Aang also was supportive of her- when she wanted to free the earthbenders, him and sokka helped, he wanted to refuse to continue teaching from Pakku because he wouldn't teach Katara, he helped her with the Painted Lady, and the Southern Raiders comment is not as condescending as you think. Yes, it was shitty, but you really think they would've turned their back on Katara? They shouldn't have said that to her but him and Sokka know if she kills Yon Rha, it will not bring her closure. And as for her doing all the labour, that's blatantly untrue. In Bitter Work the whole argument between Toph and Katara is that Katara is (rightfully) mad that Toph only wants to do her share, arguing that everyone around camp does their part.There’s multiple episodes in which the gaang help pitch the tent and perform campsite duties. There’s a whole episode dedicated to how katara and sokka are both sick, resulting in aang having to run across the world to retrieve them medicine, and he continued trying to get the frogs for his friends even when captured. There’s an entire episode dedicated to how the gaang cannot get anything done without sokka, who usually manages their schedules and itineraries and helps ensure that they’re on track. There’s plenty of moments in which aang and katara are goofing off, and sokka gets mad at them for not sticking to his carefully curated and meticulous schedule and for putting a wedge in their plans to save communities (see: imprisoned and the painted lady). There’s moments when toph assumes responsibility; there’s moments when aang assumes responsibility. and then there’s moments when none of them have any clue on what to do, when they literally act like children navigating a world that’s constantly trying to kill them. Because they are children, which in episode 1 we see Aang telling Katara she is still a kid. Whether you ship it or not, a big part of their relationship is that they are children. They're a team, they all support each other. Saying she shoulders everything and that Aang is just selfish and callous is a blatant lie. They have helped each other throughout the series a lot. There are moments when they both say and do things that aren't good to eachother, but that doesn't make their relationship instantly toxic. Aang kissing Katara w/o consent was wrong, it's why I don't ship it, but saying Katara was reduced Aangs mother figure, especially when he played a large role in her acting like a kid again, and also grew up communally so the concept of a mother isn't something he would even think about. The constant adultification you insist on of Katara is just weird, there's a reason black and brown women hate it so much, especially when katara has stated she dislikes being seen as motherly

wow that is a whole lot of words you're trying to shove into my mouth, huh? don't worry though; unlike you, i know how to make a good argument, so let's go through this flaming pile of garbage you've dumped in my asks to see exactly what that looks like!

i don't know where you got this idea that i think katara does everything for team avatar while the rest of them sit by and twiddle their thumbs; i have never said that, and i never will. my argument isn't about katara's relationship with the gaang (though for all that she says they divide the chores equally in the chase episode, you will notice that much of the time it is always katara you see in the background cooking, training aang, or doing work around camp - make of that what you will), it is about katara's relationship with aang, and the severe imbalance of emotional labour in that relationship.

let's look at how many times katara supports aang in the show when he's in need of it:

S1:E3, The Southern Air Temple: katara pulls aang out of the avatar state when he's grieving over the loss of his people, then holds and comforts him afterwards.

S1:E12, The Storm: katara listens to aang's regrets over running away, assauges his guilt, encourages him, and ultimately inspires him to move on from his past and start anew.

S2:E3, Return to Omashu: katara listens to aang's worries about bumi and tries to reassure him.

S2:E9, Bitter Work: katara coddles aang when he's sad about not being able to master earthbending, motivating him to keep going and trying to convince toph to give him an easier time.

S2:E10, The Library: katara pulls aang out of the avatar state again, this time actually putting herself in danger (the only one to do so, you might notice) by walking into the middle of a sandstorm while aang is in an highly volatile state of extreme power. keep in mind that katara knows exactly what can happen when aang isn't able to control himself, because of that lovely incident back in book 1 where she was burned thanks to his recklessness, and yet the duty of calming aang down falls to her yet again.

S2:E11, The Desert: aang snaps at katara and then leaves her to take care of herself and the rest of the gaang all on her own in a highly dangerous environment. don't worry though, she'll still find the time to sympathize with him and comfort him, though he certainly isn't going to apologize and will, in fact, have this lovely exchange with her instead:

"What's anyone else doing?! [Pointing his staff at Katara.] What are you doing‌?!"

oh nothing aang, just keeping everyone alive and together, and being the entire reason they survive the desert at all. thanks for the support, though!

S2:E12, Journey to Ba Sing Se Part 1: katara reaches out to aang multiple times in this episode, offering her love and support, and ultimately helping him to snap out of his depression over appa's loss (he still hasn't apologized for his behaviour in the previous episode, in case you were wondering).

S3:E1, The Awakening: katara tries to help aang deal with his feelings of guilt over Ba Sing Se, heals him, brings him food, and even stays behind to look after him (funny you don't see either sokka or toph doing that)... all while dealing with her own sadness and anger over her father. aang does notice this, by the way! though naturally, he does nothing about it.

S3:E9, Nightmares and Daydreams: i'll cut this one a little slack, because sokka and toph do try to help out with aang's anxieties too. note, however, that katara checks on aang five separate times in this episode alone - far more than either of the other two by a clear margin.

S3:E17, The Ember Island Players: katara is the only one to notice aang is upset after the play, goes to see if he's okay and... well, you know how this one ends.

let's do a little tally and... that clocks in at a whopping 10 times that katara offers aang her love, support and comfort, including almost all of his lowest moments.

now let's look at the number of times aang supports katara when she is in need of it:

S1:E9, The Waterbending Scroll: aang encourages katara to waterbend, pushing her to have faith and be confident in herself, allowing her to waterbend successfully and defeat the pirates.

S1:E18, The Waterbending Master: aang defends katara against pakku and cheers for her during her fight; he does also, however, undercut her very real anger at pakku and tries to dissuade her from fighting at all under the impression that it's for him instead of the injustice that's been done to her so... we'll consider this a wash.

S2:E17, Lake Laogai: aang rests a hand on katara's shoulder in wordless support after jet dies.

S3:E8, The Puppetmaster: aang pulls the hand-on-shoulder move again while katara cries after defeating hama... except this time, sokka's on her other side doing the exact same thing so it can't even be counted as an emotional support moment exclusive to aang, the way all of aang's are to katara.

final calculation: 2, 4 if i'm being generous. four against ten, and even if you combined all of them together, aang still doesn't provide even half the depth of support and care that katara does for him in just a single incident.

see how that might be what we call an imbalanced relationship?

They shouldn't have said that to her but him and Sokka know if she kills Yon Rha, it will not bring her closure

except who brought up killing yon rha? aang. who immediately conflated justice with revenge? aang. who pushed his own culture's values of pacifism onto katara? aang. and who was ultimately wrong about blanket forgiveness and inaction being the path to closure for katara? aang.

you don't need to take my word on it. katara corrects aang herself when he inaccurately assumes she did what he wanted her to: "But i didn't forgive him. I'll never forgive him."

if aang had his way, if katara had never confronted yon rha, her rage and grief and resentment would've simply continued to fester inside her. katara made peace with her trauma on her own terms, by finally getting to see yon rha for what he really was: not a nightmarish bogeyman who left her powerless and afraid, but a weak, pathetic, human man who didn't even deserve the mercy of death, and whom she was able to reclaim her power over.

aang doesn't extend to katara even a fraction of the empathy, understanding and faith she always offers him; rather, he instantly jumps to the worst judgements about her intentions, preaches to her about how she should heal from her trauma, and only deepens her stress and anger while she's reliving the worst moment of her life.

that is not support. that is not friendship. that is aang making katara's struggle about himself, just as everything else in their relationship already is.

saying Katara was reduced Aangs mother figure, especially when he played a large role in her acting like a kid again, and also grew up communally so the concept of a mother isn't something he would even think about

buddy, i assure you i'm not the one making katara aang's mother. you can take that up with the writers who made a self-referential joke about katara acting motherly to aang (unless you think "stop rubbing your eye and sit up straight when you talk!" is somehow a romantic thing to say to your future husband), who have katara coddle aang multiple times, who framed katara holding aang's dead body like the virgin mary holding jesus, and who literally had her dress up and pretend to be his mother.

and for your information, katara is a motherly figure - not just to aang, but to every member of team avatar besides zuko (and suki, if you count her). that's not my opinion btw, as you seem to believe. that's canon, confirmed by both sokka and toph in S3:E7, The Runaway:

Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara? She had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom. It really seems like my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there. And now, when I try to remember my mom, Katara's is the only face I can picture. Toph: The truth is sometimes Katara does act motherly, but that's not always a bad thing. She's compassionate and kind, and she actually cares about me. [Wipes away tears from her left eye.] You know, the real me. That's more than my own mom.

so no, anon, i'm not the one "insisting" on katara's adultification. she was adultified the moment her mother died, because she was forced to step into her mother's shoes - and she did it so well that she became a surrogate parent to her own older brother. she is a child who was forced to sacrifice her childhood, and who will never be able to find it again. that is the fundamental tragedy at the heart of katara's character, and an integral part of what makes her who she is.

there's a reason black and brown women hate it so much, especially when katara has stated she dislikes being seen as motherly

really? women of colour hate being pushed into motherly roles, and seeing female characters like themselves being forced to do so? damn, i wonder if there's any way that i, a south asian woman living in southeast asia, would know that?

i don't need you to tell me what brown women think and feel. i understand first-fucking-hand what we go through, because i've seen it in my own female relatives, in my friends, in their families, in every aspect of my society. i've felt the expectations of my culture on my gender since i was a child, and that is just one of the many reasons why i ship zutara: so that at least in a fictional world, some fictional brown girl is able to have an equal relationship with a partner who respects her, admires her, supports her, cares for her, and loves her just as much as she does him.

i'm glad we can both agree that katara hates being seen as motherly. i hate it too, which is why i despise kat.aang, because the last thing that katara needed after losing her childhood being a mother was to lose the rest of her life to it too, stripped of her agency and legacy, forever stuck looking after a man who will always make her do too much labour without once recognizing it, let alone returning it.

now kindly get out of my inbox with your faux progressive concern, and take your subpar media literacy skills with you while you're at it.

#anti kataang #zutara #you make one edit and suddenly all the clowns come crawling out of the circus #besties can yall at least make an effort

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magicpotatothoughts · 1 year

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SVSSS | The absolute GENIUS meanings behind the name Shen Yuan 沈垣

Ok so most of us already know the meaning of SY 'cause it's in the appendix of the official translation books but I was today years old when I realised just how much meaning MXTX embedded into this name. *spoilers ahead*

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Official translation of the word Yuan垣 means wall. But not just any wall, a wall that surrounds something else. It would be specifically used to describe city wall 城垣 or garden fence 花垣 would use this character. This is incredibly fitting for Shen Yuan because his whole story arc is his battle between his logical conscience for survival and his compassionate gut instinct to protect LBH, in other words, to surround and to shield LBH from harm. But this wall of protection functioned against Bingqiu psychologically because SY kept on making decisions without talking to LBH and decided a lot of things on his own. SVSSS is a novel about achieving that balance, to allow both partners to take agency and face life side by side.

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Normally, surnames don't have any meaning. Shen沈 is largely used as a name for things/people buttttttt it can also mean liquid or to pour. Guess what, Luo Binghe 洛冰河 means Luo frozen river. So it could be interpreted that Shen Yuan's entire job in the novel is to make LBH achieve his final crybaby form by getting the frozen river Luo to melt, to "pour".

Also, SY made himself melt as well in a way, his internalized homophobia potential toxic masculinity as well as his need to maintain a cool composure were also things he needed to overcome. We finally see him cry for real in the 3rd book, right after LBH scolds him out of anger and worry. Our protagonist learns to break his own walls down and show emotionally vulnerable parts of himself to LBH.

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Chinese characters are made up of radicals, meaning more complicated looking characters are made up of simpler characters (radicals) that give clues to their meaning and pronunciation.

Shen沈 is made up of the radicals:

氵 [ shuǐ ] water 💦

冘 [ yín ] can mean to move on OR doubtful of something/someone

The water radical氵💦 occurs in all three characters in Luo Binghe 洛冰河. This can mean that Shen has influence on Luo Binghe's development and overall life. It also reaffirms their compatibility as as couple. I mean let’s be honest, SQQ cries inwardly and LBH cries outwardly, they are both crybabies.

yín冘 perfect describes the base functionality of SY's character; he has a strong survival instinct but is also extremely doubtful of everyone's intentions, especially LBH's.

Yuan垣 is made up of the radicals:

土 [ tǔ ] soil, earth; items made of earth 🌎

亘 [ gèn ] to extend across (dimension/space), through; from 🚀

I find it so fucking funny that MXTX took the tǔ土 soil radical seriously and literally just had SY zombie-himself out of the dirt after 5 years. But it's also really poetic that it once again goes perfectly with LBH's name; the river and earth go hand-in-hand. no wonder LBH asked for Shizun's hand in marriage. 😳😳😳

gèn亘 perfectly describes SY as a transmigrator, someone who travelled across dimension and space. But also SY is really the ultimate sightseer of SVSSS, casually crossing between the human realm and demon realm while also going on road trips with SQH. It's honestly so fucking mint. But I'm here to point out to you how Xin Mo 心魔 LBH's sword (heart demon) is how LBH travels across dimension/space for the majority of the book.

Ultimately, Yuan垣 highlights the importance of finding a home in the people you love. Bingqiu both enjoy that sightseeing lifestyle but the book constantly has important relationship developments, smexy times and domestic Bingqiu set in the Bamboo House. Ultimately, no matter how far you travel, run or chase, you cannot get away from your problems. You need to extend and make effort in understanding and communicating with your SO 🚀 and work on feeling grounded 🌎 in your relationship together.

MXTX you freaking genius I-

#svsss spoilers #there is another meta coming out about SQQ's name definitely look forward to it #mxtx is a legend and no one can convince me otherwise #svsss #svsss meta #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #scumbag system #scum villian self saving system #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #mxtx #mxtx svsss #svsss analysis #danmei #danmei novel #cnovel

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is-the-fire-real · 2 months

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Another bit on the pro-Pal fandom, this one axiomatic

Being a good person is not the same thing as pretending as though you believe you are a good person.

Being a good person takes work. You have to do stuff. Doing stuff is hard. Doing good stuff is harder, because you have to put thought into determining what you think is good beforehand. That requires self-reflection, honesty, a willingness to challenge oneself, and taking in information from other people to verify that your concept of "good" is, well, good.

The nice part is that once you evaluate what is good and start doing good things, it becomes easier. You gain inner calm, peace, and even joy.

("Good" is not always the same as "necessary". Necessary work can be a slog, or it can be horrific. But there can still be a calming satisfaction at the core, the security that this is necessary and therefore worthwhile.)

Pretending to believe you are a good person takes less immediate work. You don't have to do anything that positively impacts the real world, and you don't have to do any of that annoying, time-consuming self examination. But in the long run, it's more exhausting. By far.

You are insecure about whether or not you are a good person. You're pretending to believe you are good. You can't feel secure in something you pretend to believe. That insecurity gnaws at you, especially when you engage in bad behavior--harassment, doxxing, posting gore, swarming tags, encouraging and promoting suicide among your fellow "activists", telling your opponents to kill themselves, stalking, spamming unrelated content with literal Nazi propaganda.

None of those are good things good people do. And you understand that. You would think someone was bad if they did those things to you. The cognitive dissonance between who you want to be and who you really are, as determined by your actions, is scary. It's painful. It rears up every time someone you have labeled a Zio colonizer scumbag asks you to please just stop and you remember a time when you begged someone--an abuser, a troll online, a 4channer, your parents--to just stop please just leave me alone.

That must feel terrifying, and again, it makes you insecure. It makes you question if you're doing the right thing.

So you do the work to pretend to believe you are good. And that's far more work than goes into being good.

You recruit others, and all of you agree that you will pretend together. Tabletop gaming has taught us how powerful this imaginative play can be. You all reassure each other that you are good and you are right. But since you're all lying to each other, that means you must spend more, and more, and more time every day telling each other that you are good, chasing that high, that feeling that you are a good person and your actions are justified.

You tell each other that your "opponents" in this "battle" are not people, so anything you say or do to and about them is okay. You look at lists of "dehumanizing tactics" and instead of internalizing what those lists are teaching you, you go: "Ah, so if I don't use the word 'vermin', anything I say should be fine!" And then you say it.

You do not smile over good news. You only smile when one of your opponents logs off Tumblr because you made the site unusable and unsafe for them. (The expression you make there isn't really a smile, but we'll call it that, since the corners of your mouth do turn upward.) You tell yourself you're just attacking Zionists and pretend you do not see how you're really going after Jews.

No self-examination; that would mean admitting that you're lying to yourself and others. Instead, you traumatize and exhaust yourself until you're psychologically incapable of self-examination. You watch snuff films. You stare at mangled bodies until you're weeping and physically ill (certainly, you're too ill to check whether the video is real, or if it was taken from this conflict).

You force your beliefs into your fandom spaces so that others, the bad people, cannot escape their complicity in genocide.

But more importantly, you do that so you can't escape.

You cannot engage in any fandom but the pro-Pal fandom because that takes imaginative energy away from your biggest pretense--that you're a good person.

You are NOT hurting people because you are striking a blow for Palestinians. You are hurting people, including yourself, because you do not want to do the work of becoming a good person. You are afraid that self examination, at this point, will reveal to you that you are exactly the sort of person you believe you are fighting.

That fear, that insecurity, that dread, that restless sense that if you ever rest or stop or think for just a moment, you'll discover something awful? That's your conscience.

I do not ask you to change your mind about your political opponents. Your defenses are already on your lips and in your mind; a thousand How Dare Yous for me hinting that you look at other people as people. What I will ask you is to consider this.

I came to young adulthood just as Bush was elected, and the Iraq War post-9/11 was the first war I really followed as an adult. I did what you're doing now. I forced myself to look at photographs of destroyed bodies. I looked at photographs of torture perpetrated by US soldiers. I blogged about it obsessively.

I told myself that I was Doing My Part to end the war. But really, it's that the anxiety of being an American during the war made me insecure over whether or not I was responsible for all of this, and therefore, a bad person. If I pretended my looking at snuff photos was activism, and that it was good, then I could pretend to believe I was good and shout "Not in my name" at protests. I could deny my responsibility.

What I really did was traumatize myself. It's been almost twenty years. I can still see some of those torture pictures in my head. In the end, that is the extent of the impact of my online activism. The blogs are all long deleted, and nobody remembers them.

Only my trauma remains.

I do not want this for you. I want you to be wiser. There is still time. You can stop.

Stop hurting yourself and other people. Do the hard work. Examine yourself and your actions. Consider what your own heart is trying to tell you whenever you start to get the shakes and your throat gets tight. Do not take that feeling out on random people online because they have a Magen David in their pfp.

Once you have done the hard work, it gets easier. You will be able to advocate and work for whatever causes you believe in because you know they are good, not because you're joining your friends in cosplaying goodness. You will still be traumatized, and you will still be sad, and you'll definitely still get angry. You will have to face how you've acted exactly like your own past abusers, and that's a real tough row to hoe.

But at the end, you will be able to advocate and work because you want to, instead of feeling as though you must in order to keep up the masquerade.

#free gaza #free palestine #palestine #politics as fandom #suicide #torture #trauma #worse than slacktivism #abuse #is-the-fire-real original #g-d damn it you've got to be kind #i understand you won't listen to this. it's okay if you don't #i may have addressed “you” but i was soothing my own conscience #because i think it's a good thing to tell people to stop harming themselves and others #and it's not my responsibility to change your behavior #it's yours #i'm also not addressing your antisemitic actions #not because you aren't doing that #but because that is between you and your dark night of the soul

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beautifulfuckup99 · 4 months

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You cant just leave us like that!!!! I need the next part to that Yoongi story! That series EATS!!!!!!11!!!!!1111!!!!!

Thank you! Lol!

Title: Those Damn Words...

Warning(s): Fluff and Slight Smut!

Author's Note: This will be part 4 in my Yoongi series. These are the other parts for those who wanna read it lol.

First Part: Those damn eyes

Second Part: Those damn lips

Third Part: Those damn hands

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"I still cannot believe you did this. This is insane, you're insane..." You chuckle as you walk into the neat and put together beach house that Yoongi had just surprised you with the news about last night...

"We had to celebrate graduating in style, Y/N. Plus, that pretty little check would've never been mine if it wasn't for your... Feature." He smirks at you, making you look away bashfully, shaking your head at his little hint of your moans on his latest song.

"No, no. I'm still pissed that you sold it." You try as you shake your head and Yoongi hums, slowly walking over to you to hold you from behind as you look out the large glass window that shows the ocean so clearly. You guys were literally on the beach, and you were mesmerized by this scenery.

After your little breakdown, Yoongi had agreed to no more large workloads and if there had to be nights where he was stuck at the studio, you were right there with him.

He enjoyed talking you through the process of writing music and making beats, and he especially enjoyed nights where you'd end up falling asleep at the studio while he was sucked into his work because seeing your soft expression was a great motivator to keep working hard.

"I can't remember the last time I stayed at the beach. Actually... I don't think there was ever a time I stayed at the beach." You mutter to yourself as you feel Yoongi gently kiss your shoulder.

"Jeez. I don't even know what to do first..." You say sheepishly and Yoongi hums.

"Last one down to the beach has to lick the other one's foot." He whispers in your ear before taking off running to the sliding glass door that leads to the beach. You squeal and chase after him.

"Yoongi! Not fair!" You shout with laughter.

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"This place is so much fun!" You scream over the loud music of the beach bar and grill you two were currently enjoying a night in.

The place was crowded, and no AC meant you were relying on the slight ocean breeze coming in every now and again from the open door by the dance floor.

Yoongi was never much of a partier, but after a few drinks, his wild side seemed to show up more, and it was just refreshing to see your boyfriend cut loose.

"Mm... You're so beautiful, baby..." He says in an awestruck tone that makes you blush more and shake your head at him. He grabs you loosely around the waist and it makes you giggle, head foggy as you let him pull you close. He sloppily kisses along the side of your face as you grab at his arms, laughing in only a way a tipsy mess could laugh.

"Let's go... Somewhere private..." He whispers in your ear finally as you smile wide in anticipation.

"Mm... Don't make me wait." You smirk back and he chuckles as he pulls you off towards the exit of the crowded bar. He leads you towards the rental jeep and you step in front of him and the driver's side.

"Uh-Uh. No driving." You giggle and Yoongi snorts at that.

"Wasn't planning on it..." He smirks before pressing into you, backing you up more into the car because there's no doors. You blush harder as you realize what he's hinting at.

"What are you doing, Mr. Min?" You taunt quietly as you look up at him, gripping his shirt that was already buttoned loosely.

"Getting my girlfriend some air. You're all red and sweaty..." He snickers and you hit his chest lightly.

"I bet my hair's a mess..." You pout and he smirks and nods in agreement.

"The way I like it..." He says and you snort this time, rolling your eyes playfully. "Kinda like how you looked the night we met." He continues. "Remember?" He asks and you bite your lip at the memory that floods your already far away mind.

A bar in the city by the campus, a mysterious figure dressed in all black sitting at the bar watching you intently until you finally walked over to say hi. A very mind-blowing experience in the bar bathroom and then again in his car...

"I remember." You finally smirk as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, his black hair almost covering his eyes with how sweaty and messy it was.

"Yeah? Feel like jogging my memory?" He asks quietly as he looks you in the eyes, still trying to catch his breath from the night of dancing and drinking.

You smirk at the challenge and slowly lean in till your nose is pressed against his. "You know... I'm not gonna think any less of you for... Giving in." You whisper after a bit of just eyeing him. He pauses before it sinks in. He chuckles softly.

"You say that now..." He says back and your heart flutters. You remembered the night. Word for word. You'd wanted to tease him by using his words against him from the night. But him saying that just showed he remembered too. You nod slowly and smirk at him, deciding to continue acting like he did that night you two met.

"I can say that tomorrow morning too." You whisper before leaning up and slowly taking his bottom lip into your mouth to softly bite on to and tug at. You suck on it slowly, making Yoongi groan softly as he grips your waist tighter.

"You're dangerous..." He pants the second he gets his lip back. He kisses you deeply and passionately, making you grip his hair hard to try and keep up with the intense make out session.

You felt the need and desire in this kiss, and you felt it too. The heat was too much for a simple ocean breeze to put out. You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in the parking lot. Your thoughts were on his lips. On keeping this feeling going.

Your hands roam his body before you grip his ass in your hands, making him laugh against your lips. "I didn't do all that..." He tries playfully against your lips and you smirk.

"Yes. You did." You snicker and swat at his ass.

"Hey!" He laughs.

"You did that too..." You joke before looking up at him. He rests his head against yours and smiles in adoration of you before kissing you again.

He picks you up and places you on the driver's seat before getting between your legs. Your heart races as you get a surge of excitement from doing this.

"Someone could see..." You pant when he moves to kiss down your neck.

"Then let's be quick." He smirks and reaches under your dress to yank your underwear down. You gasp happily and bite at his sweet spot on the cork of his neck, eager to feel him. He undoes his belt and jeans and slides his cock out of his boxers, resting it between your folds, making your clit twitch in anticipation. He groans at the feeling and kisses you hotly, sliding the tip into you.

"Now it's just like the night we met..." He pants against your lips, chuckling breathlessly. You smile wide and hook your ankles around him.

"Shut up..." You giggle before grinding down more on his cock. "Get going, Mr. Min. I'm waiting..." You taunt.

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The next morning, it's the sounds of the waves crashing into the sand that wakes you. You and Yoongi had fallen asleep in the backseat of the jeep, you basically laying on his chest. You were using his button down as a blanket and the sun was warm, but the breeze was cool against your skin.

"Mm... Baby? Let's go..." You stop talking when a glint catches your eye. You examine your hand that is resting gently on his bare chest and gasp as you see the engagement ring on your finger.

"Y-Yo-Yoongi!" You squeal instantly and swat at his chest. He groans and slowly wakes up.

"First day engaged and you're hitting me..." He mumbles playfully as he slowly wakes up.

"First... Whoa, that's not-" He cuts you off.

"You told me last month that if I was gonna call you Mrs. Min, I needed to give you a ring first. So... I did." He smirks at you, and you shake your head in disbelief.

"That... No fair. You didn't ask me." You point out as you look him in the eyes.

He hums and smiles down at you. "Will you? Marry me?" He asks softly as he holds your left hand.

"Maybe a little more enthusiasm..." You mutter playfully.

He chuckles at that. "I can't give you too much. I'm hungover as hell..." He jokes before stroking your cheek tenderly.

"That night we met..." He begins. "I thought I was screwed. Because after we were done, all I wanted was to do it again. And again, and again, and... When we realized we were roommates, I... I knew I was screwed. Because all of the time we spent together showed me I loved your mind just as much as I loved your body. And now... Now I am so happy to be screwed. Because I know I've met my match with you, Y/N. I know that I can only have this life... If you're in it too." He says quietly. "I was planning on proposing last night, but... I had one too many shots..." He chuckles sheepishly and you smile at that.

"Y/N? Will you marry me?" He asks finally and you check the ring and then look back at him, smiling softly.

"Well... The ring is already on..." You say teasingly and look at him. You grab his face and peck his lips sweetly, smiling wide.

"Some roommate you turned out to be..." You joke against his lips as you take a real good look at your man.

Your damn man...

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That is the END of the Yoongi series lol. I already know there's some of ya'll that want a pt.2 to the Jimin Dom story, I've gotten three different messages for it. I will be giving the part 2 soon, and some of you are asking about a masterlist. I will have that out ASAP too. Maybe after I get these requests out lol

#bts #bts fic #bts army #bts imagine #bts suga #suga imagine #min yoogni #suga x reader #yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #bts yoongi #yoongi imagine #suga smut #suga

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thegreymoon · 3 months

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The Story of Minglan

LMAO, I knew I could count on Imperial Tutor Yu! 😂

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I am cackling 🤣🤣

Honestly, I think Yanran is too stupid to live and I have no love for this character, but the grandparents are great!

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Screaming at all these idiotic maids!

If they were in the Qi household, they would all be dead by now.

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LMAOOOO, the way he jumped up like his ass was on fire 🤣🤣

It seems like she severely miscalculated her odds here.

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Oh, yes, keep digging your grave 🙄

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I honestly can't stand her.

All she does is cry and look shocked and bewildered, and then runs to Minglan to solve her problems for her, starting from fixing her shitty embroidery, to reclaiming her dead mother's belongings that she didn't take proper care of to begin with, to advocating for her on huge matters such as that of HER OWN MARRIAGE.

Like, grow a spine. Grow a brain. Learn some life skills (like locking up precious possessions, for example 🙄). And if you can't? THEN SUFFER.

The idea of her with Gu Tingye gives me so much ick and not just because his plan is gross and he is deliberately going after her because she is weak and stupid. The very concept of such a strong, intelligent and capable man with this wet rag of a woman makes me break out in hives.

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And the way they start playing sad, pitiful music every time she shows up on screen, I cannot 🙄🙄

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No, you don't understand, Tutor Yu!

It was raining that day, so the ground was slippery! And he just... slipped and fell! Onto Manniang! And his dick just went into her vagina! But like... by accident! Because of the dick-to-vagina homing system that is activated in all young men when they are in the vicinity of a prostitute! It was not his fault at all! And then she was pregnant. And had a baby! And then it happened again! And she had another baby! But it was the circumstances, Tutor Yu! Not his doing at all! Please understand! 🙏🙏

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Are you not ashamed of speaking such blatant lies?

The only reason you're after this particular woman is because she's too weak to stop you from bringing your mistress and illegitimate kids into your marital home!

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LMAOOOOOO

WHAT IS SHE DOING??? IS SHE TRYING TO SABOTAGE THIS MARRIAGE? BITCH, HE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FIRST WIFE, GET REAL.

Because even though the grandparents agreed after his pitiful act, THEY AGREED BECAUSE HE SAID THERE WOULD BE NO SECOND WIFE! With her here making a scene at their house, this match is doomed.

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LMAO, bitch what.

LOL, I love the response "You're completely alive already." Like, shut up.

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You fucking moron. You imbecile. You deserve every second of being made a fool of because you have a spine of jelly. SAY NO. JUST SAY FUCKING NO. LET HER FUCKING KNEEL, SHE WILL GET UP AS SOON AS HER KNEES GET TIRED. OR BETTER YET, WHEN YOUR PARENTS GET HOME, HAVE HER DRAGGED AWAY. UGH, THIS MAKES ME ANGRY.

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Good. You are not fit for life.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CHASE HER AWAY?

I'm pretty certain there is some form of law enforcement here that will very much get rid of her for you, especially since she is a literal nobody, making a scene and dragging the reputation of a well-off house. Let her try this at Gu manor and see how it goes! Oh, wait, she did! And it went as well for her there as it could be expected, lol, she almost got her and her daughter's asses sold into slavery, smh.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep18

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smytherines · 7 days

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I love One Step Ahead for all the obvious reasons (gay angst), but also because it is so packed with little storytelling moments. Also it just seems exhausting. So much happens in that song:

1. Motorcycle chase (with office chairs)

2. Boat chase

3. Staff fight

4. Sword fight

5. Vigorous musket loading

6. Run up the staircase

7. Hang glider chase

8. Fistfight

9. Run halfway down the stairs again

And the entire time they are doing all of this, they're belting out a vocally demanding song. I mean, no wonder Curt Mega had to take a breath during that final note. That's a feat of endurance. I simply would've passed out and died.

One Step Ahead is one of my favorite setpieces of all time. In anything. Ever. It is so impressive, and it is even more impressive when you realize this was done by a tiny little independent company with the theatre budget equivalent of $1.50. Unreal. It should not be possible.

And the thing is, One Step Ahead is the perfect narrative counterweight to A1P1 (Spies Are Forever). The amount of thought they put into this is just stunning. Because here's the thing: A1P1 is also incredibly physical. For most of the song Curt and Owen are on the move, they're going up the ladder, they're fighting goons, they're going down the staircase, they're running.

But more importantly, Curt and Owen are touching a lot in A1P1. And yeah, that's fun in a swoony curtwen vibes way, but its also incredibly important to the narrative. They are touching a lot, and when they aren't touching they are standing just a little bit too close together. Its subtle enough that you initially dismiss it as a stylistic choice, but once you have the full context it is remarkably intimate.

Those are important details- like the way Owen has his arm around Curt and is literally holding his hand when they're talking to Cynthia. Its meant to tell us that they are together. In the romantic way, yes, but also they're just aligned, working together, on the same page. They are partners here. They literally have each other's backs.

And that's down to Curt Mega and Joey Richter selling the absolute shit out of these roles, and genius choreography by Lauren Lopez, and Corey Lubowich being the director of all time.

The digital download BTS has a part with Joey and Curt rehearsing the bit where they do the hug, and right after that they're trying to figure out what cool action poses to move into and Corey says that he wants to see something with them "connected," which is just... yeah, that's the perfect word to describe what is going on in A1P1. These two are connected.

So then we get to One Step Ahead. At the very beginning, Curt does the arm clasp with Tatiana. The first time they did this, Curt had a flashback of Owen. Owen was still his partner in his heart. But this time that bond is severed. Curt thinks of Tatiana as his partner now.

We get into the action of the song, and Curt and Owen do not touch. Even when they are very physically close together, there are weapons between them. In A1P1 they had lots of moments with their backs turned to each other, trusting each other, working perfectly in sync. In One Step Ahead they are facing each other head on. They are literally and figuratively fighting. They are breaking up.

The only moment during this sequence where they are actually touching each other is when Owen slaps Curt, Curt punches Owen twice, and they do that lock up move. They're only touching to hurt each other now.

And its so subtle and well executed that you don't really think about the parallels between these two scenes the first time you watch them. But you feel it on an emotional level. They had about ten minutes to establish the relationship between these two, and they used that ten minutes so effectively that the staircase scene ends up hitting like a ton of bricks.

Just. I love this show. I love how much TCB and Curt Mega and the rest of the cast care about this show. I'm so grateful they keep coming back to it. I cannot wait to see what they do with these scenes for Spy Another Day.

#spy another day #spies are forever #owen carvour #agent curt mega #tin can bros #curtwen #saf #tcb #tinlightenment world tour #saf rants

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GOD I am a slut for an entire yandere spider society; like not all romantic, and clearly Miguel being the alpha romance, but can you imagine?

Like your prompt where readers dopple was causing issues the way yandere society would react? Trying to find you, bring you home? A mile morales level chase lmao

Miguel: --and that concludes today's meeting on the recent anomalies. Now, are there any matters any members would like to present before we adjourn?

some rando running up the the stage with a bunch of materials: I've got one, I've got one!

Rando: *sets up a whole ass projector and suddenly a picture of your smiling face is up on the wall*

Rando: this is just a really good photo I got of them when we were hanging out the other day :) I thought they looked super cute and they said they were feeling happy

The crowd: *resounding 'ooo's and 'ah's*

Miguel, nodding in approval: excellent, agent OBT, keep up the good work

Absolutely obsessed with the idea that YouTwo was only able to basically steal your entire identity because the Society is so infatuated with you that any weird changes in your behavior are completely brushed off because they already like you so much that you'd have to do something like super outrageous and hurtful for them to like, really start getting suspicious. You're getting extremely depressed because you think you're being replaced by this impersonator when, in truth, the only reason everyone seems to instantly like them is because they literally look and sound exactly like you, and the SECOND it comes out that that ISNT you? Well. I mean. It's an entire society of Spiderpeople from across the multiverse. There's definitely at least ONE murderer who's going to 'take care of them' or at the very least they're kicked out of Nueva York and never allowed to travel the multiverse ever again

Like. I just. Cannot even imagine like. On one hand you think they would be so obsessed and observant kf you that they immediately know when theyre speaking to you or your double, i'm sure SOME people are suspicious, but, the idea of them just being so crazy for you "oh gosh yesterday I hung out with Reader and they kicked a puppy for getting dirt on them and the next day when I asked them about it they started crying about 'why is everyone accusing me of shit I didn't do' and said they hadn't hung out with me in weeks. They must just be really stressed from work, you know they push themselves so hard, we should tell Miguel to give them some PTO :(" like they would basically be willing to make excuses for almost anything you do because "oh that's just Reader aren't they great 🥰 they're a lil quirky sometimes but we love them"

YouTwo would honestly be such a nasty little manipulator and genuine threat to your safety because once they realize holy shit they really could have ANYTHING, they dont want to give that up. Imagine you start having situations like, oh your double accidentally bumps passed you so hard it knocks you over and basically no one reacts because they thought YOU were the extra. Things randomly falling on you from higher levels. Them pretending to be you and "creating scenes" in public where you're getting publicly berated. They start fake crying and saying you're being mean to them and suddenly you're being asked to leave?

It's this vicious back and forth of them treating you well and like they normally do and then suddenly treating you awful and you don't even realize it's because that two faced POS is literally stealing your costume or mask and any other personal effects to impersonate you. I can only imagine the PANDEMONIUM when they realize you're GONE gone or even worse, started becoming suicidal. I keep thinking back to my idea of Reader needing to wear one of their dimensional watches to help keep them tethered down so they don't glitch out and potentially taking it off and it just makes them blink somewhere else instead of, like, die. And, like, there's just some public incident where a bunch of them become aware Oh Shit You're Not Doing Good.

Like. I have a draft started and I started getting down like a specific scene I couldn't get out of my head. Reader is needing to be needed and the Society has this project where they're trying to make a big large scaled elevator sort of platform for like, older and disabled Spiders so they don't all have to swing everywhere and can still be included, and just for Spiders who may be tires after a long day and don't want to swing and climb, and there's some massive incident where it's starting to break apart spring construction of you rush to help because you NEED to be helpful again, you NEED to feel like you matter, and everyone is trying to band together to keep all this debri and rubble from falling below and you're literally like, have one arm hanging on to a tether and your other arm holding up this massive like bus sized piece of the elevator shaft that had started to fall. And people are literally screaming at you to just let it drop, but you're saying they have no idea if everyone below was evacuated, and this elevator is so important, everyone's been working so hard, you can't just let it break, even as trying to hold it up is practically tearing you in half

You manage to create a calculated array of webs that supports it from completely falling but some falling pieces and rubble still break apart and you're so worn down that you just knocked off a platform and fall, landing hard and even having shit fall on top of you. You're just pinned by a massive piece of concrete and you're too exhausted from pushing yourself to hard for the last few weeks that you can't lift it off. You smacked different surfaces on the way down and somehow your bracelet came off and you're glitching. You can see the bracelet caught on a piece of rebar thats far away but close enough to grab if you shoot a web. But. Suddenly you cant find the motivation to. The rescue team and other Spiders and most important Miguel finally arrive on the scene to find you basically about to completely fade away or teleport or whatever and everyone is freaking out, trying to pick through the debris for the watch, lifting the construction materials off of your body (but I imagine you probably broke something, fractured a femur or something similar) and Miguel notices you keep glancing behind him, but. He doesn't miss how resigned you look, how tired and deflated you sound as you ask if the elevator is ok to which almost everyone responds hey yo FUCK the elevator you're about to like DIE??? And you just. Kind of laugh and say "at least i helped and did at least one good thing in my life" which freaks them all out, and eventually Miguel turns around to look where you keep glancing at and sees the bracelet just in time and his heart breaks as he realizes, holy shit you could see it was hanging there but just. Wasn't going to tell them. You were just going to die.

But hey, only he really makes that realization and you only have to deal with him having that knowledge, right? Wrong. He goes to put it back on you and countless Spiders can see and hear as you shake your head and close your eyes and whimper "just let me go. I don't belong here"

So now basically EVERYONE knows AND now you're straight up in a fucking wheelchair and Miguel tells you, obviously you'll be having no more work until you're completely healed up, and even though that's to help you it actually makes you more upset because like, imagine they give your job to your double. So now, in your mind, you have no reason to be here. You feel like you're completely alone and now your "purpose" is gone and you're BEGGING HIM not to do this to you, that you can still do SOMETHING, and this man is looking at you literally injured in a wheelchair being, by no exaggeration, HYSTERICAL, and thinks "yeah no, poor Reader DEFINITELY needs a break, obviously being so obsessed with being useful isn't healthy, a break from their responsibilities will help them rest" and, like, kind of true but it also just makes you feel so much worse

I imagine YouTwo would HATE you being in the wheelchair too because now people can definitively tell the two of you apart and the imposter can't suck up all the perks of you being the local darling and they're even angrier than before because YT is like "wow so even after all this time, I still don't compare" and vows to basically fucking kill you (and hey maybe they were even behind the elevator collapsing?)

But you finally decide you can't take it anymore once you're out of the chair, those constantly watching eyes and people hanging around you --which really is the whole yandere thing but also them wanting to keep an eye on you so you dont get hurt-- you interpret it as them thinking you're stupid and incompetent and I imagine you just kind of. Blow up. Get triggered. Reach your breaking point. You had just been insisting that you do a certain task alone or visit a certain place by yourself without having an extra shadow or two or twelve and you're just, you've had it, your stress from EVERYTHING is coming out in this moment and you're just SCREAMING, "Leave me alone, just give me some FUCKING SPACE" and you just TAKE OFF and that's when we get a massive chase. Obviously given that they're you know yandere and you're so extremely upset and have had mental health issues they IMMEDIATELY take after you and someone is phoning Miguel and at some point you're literally like, swinging in between traffic to try and lose your pursuers and you can hear Miguel behind you and it's just unlocking this insane sense of fear and panic and fight or flight inside of you. They're making it so much worse by chasing you and in THEIR minds they're just worried about you and think you're just having a panic attack? Which you are but like, from your perspective, you're literally being smothered and you ask for some time alone and now you're being hunted down and now you're just upset and panicking

You have to be literally tackled and at this point you're just getting angry and belligerent. Some rando is like "Reader this isn't you, we had so much fun last week at the mall when I bought you all that stuff" nd you're just like "I don't even know who you are, what the fuck are you talking about, ove barely left home in the last 3 months except for work" and suddenly so many people are popping up in the crowd,

"Wait so it wasn't you I leant 50 bucks to last Tuesday?"

"No!"

"But you and I went out to the mall yesterday?"

"You mean when I was sleeping at home all day?"

"Weren't you with us when we stole a bunch of stuff from the British Musuem with Pavitr?"

"Who the FUCK is Pavitr?!"

Everyone starts absolutely freaking the fuck out and clamoring amongst themselves, comparing stories, and they quickly realize, oh holy shit they've actually barely seen you around for months, almost NO ONE has actually spent time with the real you. Your doppelganger was so efficient and on their toes at never getting caught that the Society never even realized you were basically gone and now they're all kicking themselves as you lay there crying "you guys didn't even notice I was gone? You can't even tell us apart?"

Miguel calls for an emergency meeting with every Spider in the super secret We Love Reader club as everyone irons out their stories and gives their personal accounts while Miguel reviews it with security footage and they start to fully grasp just how BADLY this-this IMPOSTER has-has-has DEFILED their bonds with you and drove you into isolation and self doubt and they're all raving, lynch mob mad. And obviously unless they're like, completely out of their minds, they can't KILL your faker, but, like.... they can beat them half to death though. Like could you imagine that some of these Spiders have been deadass giving like really significant meaningful gifts they intended to you and it was given to A STRANGER? Some Peter Parker finds out, oh shit he gave that old token from Uncle Ben to THEM, not YOU? So many of them confronting the faker and finding out they've just been stealing tons of gifts and money and favors and shit and they've GOTTEN RID OF some of the things that were meant for YOU. These are some seriously pissed off stalkers at this point.

But Jesus. The absolute mayhem if they didn't find all of this out until you've already snuck off to a normal, Spider free section of Nueva York or another dimension entirely and you've just been GONE. Their guilt and realization that they drove you away amd you left to never have to see any of them. You're just like trying to live a normal life in an apartment somewhere and suddenly at least 5 costumed pursuers are suddenly in your living room with Miguel checking you all over and making sure you're not hurt anywhere, hell maybe he even finds self harm cuts, some new, some clesrly older, and they make it abundantly clear that you're NOT staying here by yourself. You're coming back to the Society HQ in Nueva York and you're getting an even better (and bugged) apartment than you had before and they're gonna make sure they pay more attention yo you this time, right? No more crazy stunts, and definitely no more trying to leave.

Ok. Ok I know this post is getting long but I have one last bit. What if the alternative to YouTwo getting exposed and them having to come after you is, YouTwo actually manages to "switch your places" or something, maybe they even switch their costume wirh yours while stealing yours so you're walking around dressed as them, looking for them to get your costume back, and suddenly you're being confront by Miguel and a ton of other Spiders because that evil little rat ran to them fake crying saying that "the other me impersonating me" and, you're kind of being deliberately trapped in a scenario where you look kind of guilty. Like imagine YouTwo is escorted away and suddenly Miguel and the rest are being rude to you and when you try to tell O'Hara "I'm not lying, I'm the REAL--" and he just slaps you and tells you to leave the city and never come back, and AFTER they treated you so deliberately terribly, THAT'S when they realize what happened

I'm definitely not like hyperfixating on these guys and this concept and Spider Reader stuff, what, that's crazy lmao

#atsv #yandere spiderverse #yandere x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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Pet Names - PB

thank you guys for being so patient! i didn't forget about my girl don't worry!!!

i am once again using soft!gf as inspo i literally cannot stop

i'm also making babe/baby/honey standard from here on out, that being said, i WILL be going back and updating Julien and Lucy's accordingly

rpf smut under da cut - minors gtfo

Darling/Sweetheart - soft!phoebe lives for traditional pet names. there is something in the domesticity of it all that she loves and chases after. these names give soft!pheebs, morning!pheebs, bedtime!pheebs and i will gladly accept discussion but nothing can change my mind. there isnt anything sexual about them in my mind with phoebe, simply because she is using them first thing in the morning, like she left the window open accidentally last night so you, maxine and phoebe are huddled together, your cold foot rubs her leg and she's like "shit sweetheart, are you cold?" in like the raspiest, softest murmur ever. also half asleep, eyes shut, just places repetitive pecks on your temple before whispering, "goodnight darling" and holding you close.

Pretty/Pretty girl - phoebe greets you with the "hi pretty!" often. she's running off after her first eras show and straight into you arms being like, "hi pretty! how did i do?" beaming and kissing you firmly on the lips. maybe she's at the studio with lucy and julien or her band and she's writing, utterly exhausted and you walk in with a pick me up and she's instantly lighting up, "hey pretty girl, im so happy to see you!" before kissing your hair.

okay hear me out im workshopping this but... phoebe with a strap, you're on all fours but she's making YOU move back against her and she's being so stubborn because she could push you down and fuck you but noooo, "if you want it pretty you have to work for it," and eventually you'll be whining so much that dom!phoebe is like scoffing and pulling your hips, finally starting to thrust into you, "alright okay, fine, i'll fuck you pretty girl, no need to whine."

Dove - @whore4munagenius and i both had this on our list (twins). they had mentioned animal pet names like ladybug, dove, puppy, all of which i think phoebe would fw. i had it on my list because of the bird and dog metaphors and just bird symbolism in relationships like doves, lovebird, and swans. i think she loves the animal nicknames and uses them when it's just the two of you and she can be a little softer and more connected with you. it's not that she's embarassed by the names but it's not like she's gonna call you puppy or bunny at the dmv, ya know? I think she writes dove more than she says it, like she's putting 'to: dove, love: pheebs' on your birthday or holiday gifts.

My girl - the classic, very boyfriend!phoebe. always saying stuff like "there's my girl!" or "look at my girls," when talking about you and maxine. has a "this is her" photo of you on her phone, "this is my girl," and she would be SO proud of it too. if she's not referencing you as her partner, she's saying "my girl", and it flows into her friendships like the possessiveness of the name makes its way into her music like maybe the boys are performing and julien is introducing a song and is like "your girl loves this one," and phoebe is like "yeah she does," IDK I THINK ITS CUTE

she 1000% uses 'my girl' in a mocking way, mean!phoebe doesn't mess around and she's telling you to grind on her thigh but you're so desperate you can't get a rhythm going and she's just sighing being like, "c'mon...i know my girl can do better than that," before her hands grip your hips harshly and start to rock you

BONUS - Bro/Dude/Man - Pheebs canonically calls everyone any of these names but remember soft!gf is the boss and there's a difference between being at a dinner or something and phoebe is showing everyone a video, "bro look at this," where soft!gf is in the group. but if y'all are at home and phoebe is getting maxine ready for a walk and asks "can you hand me her leash, dude?" soft!gf just gives her a look like 'who do you think you're talking to rn?' and phoebe is up immediately, "sorry pretty girl," kissing her lips passionately

#boygenius blurbs #phoebe bridgers blurb #phoebe bridgers x reader #gingy's blurb night

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plethora-of-imagines · 1 month

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Hi, hope you’re having a lovely evening. If I may ask, how would the masters react and feel if a device/ experiment/ malfunction turned the reader into a child (age 3 to 10) please?

Oh none of them handle it well- not because they are bad with kids- they just don't know how to deal with the spontaneous child they now have on their hands.

Delgado!Master:

He is so overwhelmed, the poor man. He is actually pretty good with kids. What he isn't good with is his lover being randomly turned into a child with no clear indication they will turn back anytime soon. If he had run into them as a child that would have been fine, but this is going to drive him insane. He worries over you so much that he resorts to a child leash just for piece of mind.

Ainley!Master:

You're a curious child and it drives him insane. He cannot handle all the questions about what he is doing while he tries to fix this. He does have some left over parenting skills in his stolen body so he does eventually find a way to keep you distracted while he works to fix this.

Simm!Master:

At first he acts as though its a huge problem for him to deal with child you. Then he realizes how you almost have literal stars in your eyes when you look at him. Now he is so very attached to you, and almost doesn't want to turn you back... He will. After a few days.

Missy:

She laughs so hard. Then she plays dress up with you. Treating you like a little doll until she has had her fun and she figures out how to turn you back.

Dhawan!Master:

He just- stares- for a few minutes. Then, once he has wrapped his brains around it- he is so excited. He is going to spoil child you for a few days before even worrying about changing you back into your adult self. He takes you to giant space playgrounds, gets you toys, buys giant stuffed animals larger than you. He adores getting to see your child like excitement as an actual small child. He carries you around, chases you. Its basically enrichment for the man. He gets to indulge in all his child like behavior without feeling weird about it. (He learns how to do it again so you can both enjoy some time as children when you need a break from being an adult)

#anon #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #simm!master x reader #ainley!master x reader #missy x reader #delgado!master x reader

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moralesluvr · 1 year

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❀ SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ❀

a/n i literally cried like a baby while writing this :( warnings none just angst, sad fam moments ♡ parings & aus fem!reader x dad!spencer reid word count 0.7k ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

She smiles that precious smile at you, although her eyes are glossed over with fresh tears that run down her plump cheeks. The trunk is closed, her luggage is packed, and she is standing there with her keys in her one hand, your going away gift that you gave her in the other. She tilts her head to the side and her lips curl in a hurt smile, but she does not move.

There's a sorrowful ache of eighteen. All the moments that you shared with her. First "momma." First "daddy." First walk. First birthday. First day at school. First soccer game. First day of middle school. First day of high school.

And now, first day of leaving you.

Next to you, your husband cannot even form words because he is crying so much. Your daughter had always been a daddy's girl, but she had to be the strong one. Spencer swiped a thumb under his bagged eyes and smiled at your daughter, his crying subsiding.

"Leah," you smile, tears flowing down your face like a river as you outstretch your arms. She runs to you like she never has before and she almost knocks you over with the hug that she gives you. You stroke her hair as she cries into your shoulder and you cry into hers. Leah doesn't let go until you suggest that she get going. Her arms loosen around your neck as she grips your shoulders, "I love you, momma."

"I love you. For forever and a day." You tell her, and she immediately runs over to Spencer and hugs him. He picks up her up and spins, and her choked sobs come out as laughs when he puts her down, but he doesn't dare to let go. He's crying again, hard.

He whispers something in her ear and she laughs, and you assume it's an inside joke. He lets go of her and gives her a soft look, "Don't forget about us."

"I won't," Leah smiles, "I could never."

The next moments that follow are the hardest. She waves gently at you and your husband before unlocking the car door, slipping inside. You both wave as you hear the engine start, and as much as you want to yell at her to stop that car, to stay behind, to spend just a few more moments with you, you cannot. She is an adult now, she is no longer under your roof- she is a woman, a strong one at that, and she's going off to make something of herself. To succeed.

And that's all you would want for your daughter.

It hurts when you see the wheels turn and the car slowly leaves the driveway. It hurts when your eyes chase it until it is gone, out of sight, out of reach. It hurts when you hug your husband and cry into his chest in the front of your home.

But what hurts the most, is going back inside.

It is quiet.

There is no one to show you how to make Tik Toks or bake cookies with you, because it has always been your thing. There is no one to go on Target runs with or paint awful paintings with you. There is Spencer, but it will never be the same. You have your own things that married couples have, but nothing in the world could replace what you had with Leah.

It is somber.

When you pass your daughters room, it is dark. It's midday, and the sunlight is shining in on it, but it is dark. There's no her. Her bed is made and it hasn't been made that neat since she was twelve. Her desk is clean and it is always messy with makeup and school papers and food that shouldn't be in her room at all. Her closet is stripped of all her favorite clothes and left with the sweatshirts and pillows that she never really used.

You pick up a picture that sits on her nightstand. It's a picture of you, smiling in a white sundress with your arm wrapped lovingly around your husband. There is Spencer, who's clad in a blue top and tan shorts, his toes buried in the sand. And there is Leah, who's popping her hip out in her bright pink bikini, two thumbs pointing at each side of her head. Her mouth is open but she is smiling.

You laugh at her usual bold personality, your index finger coming up to swipe another loose tear from your eye. You feel Spencer's hands on your waist and he rests his chin atop your head, "I already miss her."

"Me too." You murmur, placing the picture back in its spot.

Slipping through my fingers.

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Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

You won't be needing a new one.

'Kid, you have a problem.'

Cale's felt his eyebrows twitch. 'I know, stop bringing it up.'

It's been a few days ever since the undercover plan went into action. You had to take a few days of rest after getting high and then drugged with aphrodisiacs under a doctor's strict order and have been placed under Ron's supervision to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Meanwhile, for Cale, he had been staying in his room and barely going out. Of course, it's because he's naturally like that, you know, a slacker, and totally not because he was avoiding you.

"Human, are you sure you're okay?" asked Raon, looking at Cale worriedly as Cale had been going back to shutting himself out from the world again -- though he didn't appear as gloomy as before, he did become a bit jumpy.

"I'm okay, Raon," Cale answered. "It's just been a long day."

'The day just started,' Super Rock pointed out, his tone suggesting that if he had a face, he would be raising his eyebrow.

'Kid, you gotta get your shit together,' the thief said with a sigh. 'Is this your first time being horny, or something?'

'Instead of horny, I'm ashamed,' Cale replied to them, a bit irked. 'To think I could--'

'Eh, I don't blame ya, kid,' the Fire of Destruction cuts off with a chortle. 'To be fair, your friend is smoking hot. Literally on fire. I don't think I can get them out of my head, too.'

Cale never paid any attention to such things before and the only thing in his mind was shame because of how he acted towards you during the heat of the moment to the point he started dreaming about it. Once he regained some of his clarity, he couldn't even properly look at you without feeling guilty, so he had been locking himself away from you, only getting updates from you through Ron or the kids.

'Speaking of, Ron shouldn't he be here in a few moments--'

His door was knocked and Cale sighed at how punctual the man was. He allowed the older man to come in, a trolley full of sweets and tea on top of it. Upon seeing Ron, the kids immediately bounded to him and run around the man while eying the trolley.

"Good afternoon, Young Master-nim," Ron greeted with a benign smile, watching Cale get up from the bed to head and sat on the couch with the children. Cale runs a hand through his red hair, staring at Ron who's smiling with his eyes now closed.

"How's [Name]?" he asked first, as always, letting Ron brew him a cup of tea while the older man reported what you've been doing ever since you woke up.

"Miss [Name] had woken up in a good condition and spoke about how she cannot wait to go back to work," Ron started with that sentence first, knowing how Cale would immediately massage the bridge of his nose in frustration when he heard it.

Cale immediately does what Ron has been expecting and sighed, "She works like she's being chased."

Cale noticed the way Ron's smile twitched a little and he frowned. Something was off with Ron for quite some time now. Ron kept quiet about your return a few days ago and while he was ordered to tell Cale what was happening, Cale could see that there were a few things Ron was withholding from him. Usually, Ron being such a secretive man wouldn't bother Cale because that's how he was born and bred -- an assassin and now the head of the Molan household that specializes in information -- but all this behavior revolves around you.

"You seemed to know something," Cale began slowly, Raon sitting on his lap while nibbling on a cookie.

Ron kept his smile. "Miss [Name] is showing an interest in international trading."

'It's just work?' Cale thought with a frown. "Is that what you both talked about when she came over the other day?"

Cale isn't the type to be snarky with Ron, but it just slipped out of his mouth that he was shocked by his own tone. Ohn who was eating a piece of her strawberry shortcake stopped, knowing that the encounter Cale was talking about was the one she told him about. She watched her guardian and her mentor stared at each other silently.

"Why didn't you report it to me?" asked Cale further and Ron's smile slowly dropped, his face became like that of a tired father with relentless children he couldn't control.

"Miss [Name] had initially come to the estate to get some rest from the Palace but had ended up sharing a bit of her perspective between what happened between the Young Master-nim and herself," Ron answered instead, trying his best to not tell too much of what happened that night. "I didn't think it was appropriate to tell you of what she had told that night as some of it felt too personal for me to share."

Cale stayed silent. He didn't think that out of all the people you'd talked about your feelings to, it would be Ron. To be honest, he felt a little bit betrayed to see you reach that kind of relationship with Ron where it's enough to make you feel comfortable to share your thoughts with him because you were supposed to be his comrade of being intimidated and scared by Ron. But then again, Cale was glad you had someone to talk to considering that situation seemed to be hard on you both.

"I see," he murmured.

Ron thinks of the way you had laid on the ground, holding onto your head and begging for something to stop the pain, and nodded. "Yes. I apologize for my negligence."

"The papers Choi Han and the kids found was enough evidence to have them locked up for a long time."

You cheered in glee. "Yes! Oh, I bet all the girls in the department are going to go crazy when they heard the news. Oh, good riddance!"

Alver smiled looking at you being so happy. "I would tell you to not laugh at someone's downfall but seeing you be happy is very contagious."

"I have a nice smile, I know," you replied with a grin.

Alver stared at you, genuinely happy to see you being better. He had heard a quick summary of what happened in that place; you and Cale had been stuck in a position where you were forced to smoke a roll of crushed-up drug and somehow you managed to get Cale out of that situation because you thought if one of you has to get high, it shouldn't be Cale. Afterward, you unknowingly consumed aphrodisiacs while still high and it fucked up your whole night, and judging by the blush on Cale's face, you probably gave him a hard-on too in the process.

"I'm glad to see you're all fine," Alver said. "I suppose the news I have delivered made you all better?"

"Maybe I should take Cale and the others for a day out," you thought out loud, glancing at the papers on your desk, a small melancholic smile on your face before you looked up. "Your Highness--"

"Start calling me Oppa, too."

You blinked, not expecting those words to come out of Alver's mouth. You tried your best to stop smiling but you ended up with a downturned smile that caused Alver's leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waits for you.

"So, Oppa--" You looked at Alver's expression when you said it, seeing his smile widen when you did so. "I'm going to be planning a picnic to celebrate my first-ever undercover operation and Count Theodore being put in a cell."

"How morbid," Alver says. "Please have a good time for me."

You nodded. "Will do."

The call ended and you looked at the papers on your desk, some of them were about trading routes and deals with the Henituse family business while some were just some schedules for ships that are going out of the continent. You massaged your temple before rubbing your face, remembering the voice.

"Once you are prepared, board for the ship that heads the furthest from the Western continent."

You bit the inside of your cheek. Were you ready yet to leave all of this?

Before you could let yourself spiral into so many thoughts, a knock interrupted your train of thought. You gathered the papers and shoved them into an open drawer, exclaiming; "Uhm, come in!"

Beacrox appeared behind your door, pushing a trolley of food inside your study. Your shoulders slumped in relief when you saw him and welcomed him in with a smile, standing from your chair to sit down on the couch only after you gathered the papers again. "Thank you so much, Beacrox."

"Please have your meals on time," Beacrox reminded you with an expressionless face. "You could easily get sick."

Just as Beacrox was placing down your plates, you told him, "Beacrox, please lend me a hand to make some food. I want to take the others out for a picnic."

Beacrox nodded obediently. "When are you planning to hold this picnic?"

"Perhaps tomorrow afternoon," you told him. "Is that alright?"

"Yes. Then we have to prepare it early in the morning," he responded, taking the papers you were handing out so you could start eating. He noticed how you were circling some of the ship trades that are heading as far as possible and some were just ship routes that were scheduled soon. He unconsciously gripped at the paper, accidentally causing them to wrinkle as he sort them out. With a low voice, he questioned you, "Are you still planning on leaving?"

You tried to keep your face neutral when answering him. "I need to leave. I don't know when I'm going to be leaving or when I'm going to be back. I just know that I'm leaving."

Beacrox glanced to the side. "That's not a very wise traveling plan."

You smiled, shuffling a little bit and patting the spot next to you. "Come sit. I don't know when I'll be leaving, so I might as well make every interaction worth it."

To your disappointment, Beacrox shook his head and placed the stack of papers on your desk, all neat and sorted. "Thank you, but no thank you. As your plans on leaving are very uncertain, I don't think there's much to worry about."

You pursed your lips together into a line, playfully rolling your eyes. "Hm, a shame."

What a pleasant surprise it is for a few people to receive an invitation from a certain [h/c]-haired world-leaper early in the morning.

The first one to receive the DIY-ed invitation was the esteemed, Alver Crossman himself. The invitation was written by you, judging by the hurried handwriting he had been seeing for the last few weeks whenever you were handing in your reports. When he received it, he let out a laugh at the greeting which was written as "To my Oppa, His Highness Alver Crossman". Then there was his instructor, Choi Han, who laughed when he received his invitation, eager to see what was going to happen.

The next one to receive it was the feared Archmage, whose hair shone brightest during sunsets. When she received the invitation, Rosalyn was genuinely surprised. She had heard that you have been increasingly busy lately and hard to contact, so to see your handwriting on a plain envelope with no crest on the wax seal was a pleasant surprise. She hurriedly called for her little brother, Lock, after reading the contents of the invitation.

You sent out a letter to Cage, Jack, and Hannah as well. The three of them were surprised at your sudden invitation and immediately started preparing themselves for the event, interested to know what plans you have in store for them all.

There was Eruhaben, who accepted your invitation with a raised eyebrow. You only smiled at him, telling him that it's very important and that you can't stay to chat for long because you still need so much to do while Beacrox waits for you, standing not too far behind you. Eruhaben only opened it after you left, shaking his head with a smile as he reads, "To our beloved Golden Dragon".

Then, there were Cale and the kids.

Ron delivered the letter when Cale was still sleeping and the kids are just around, waiting for him to wake up. Cale opened his eyes and saw Ron waiting by his bed, holding a tray with a smile on his face. Cale was understandably spooked to see the assassin waiting by his bed, however, he was slightly confused to see the smile on Ron's face -- it was not the benign smile Ron usually sported, but it had a sense of defeat.

"What's wrong?" Cale asked, rising from his bed, red hair still messy and tangled with pillow marks on his pale face.

Ron lowered his body a bit to show the letter on top of the tray he was holding. "A letter for you and the children, Young Master-nim."

"A letter?" Asked Ohn, interested as she crawled to sit beside Cale, both her and Hong in their human forms.

"Who's it from?" asked Hong, trying to peek at the messy handwriting on the envelope.

Cale noticed how plain the envelope was and the lack of a family crest on the wax seal. Your name was written on the plain envelope, messily scribbled as if you were in a hurry, however his name, Ohn, Hong, and Raon's name was written with great attention, with the loops and curves of classic calligraphy. He leaned to his headboard, Raon perching on his shoulders.

"It's from [Name]," Cale stated, a bit amused. Why were you sending out letters when you live in the same estate as him?

"Read it, Human!" Raon says, watching Cale rip use the letter opener to open the envelope and take out the letter inside it, filled with your scribbles.

"Alright, let's see," Cale hummed, letting the kids lean to him as they wait for him to read. "Dear Ohn, Hong, Raon, and of course, Cale--"

"As you've all known, I have just succeeded in my first-ever plan and it being a disguise distraction makes it all better. Some things happened but at least we're all alive, right? His Highness Alver Crossman informed me that the files that were found by Choi Han and the kids were enough to incriminate Count Theodore and Baron Davis along with their lackeys. With that in mind, I would like to celebrate by holding a picnic at the park by the river on the outskirts of town.

So! You are being formally invited to [Name]'s celebratory picnic this afternoon! Please come and dine with me on the grassy fields of the Roan Kingdom!"

"Everyone has received your letter, Miss [Name]."

You sliced a sandwich into a triangle before looking up at Ron. "No, not everyone."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Beacrox, please." Beacrox moved to collect the sandwiches you just cut, putting them in a wrap before placing each one in a picnic basket while you're washing your hands in a wash basin. You dried them quickly with a clean cloth and then took out three envelopes from your apron.

"You both haven't received yours, also please give one to Hans," you told them, handing two to Ron while the other to Beacrox. "You're going to come, too, right?"

Ron and Beacrox glanced at each other and Beacrox raised an eyebrow, "We're going to come regardless you invited us or not."

"Yes, but as a servant," you retorted. "I want you to come as my guests. I want you to eat what I prepared, too."

Ron turned to Beacrox who shrugged. "They're not too bad."

You let out a gasp. "I am not that bad at cooking."

"Of course, Miss [Name]," Ron responded, a grin appearing on his face. "I trust my son's judgment."

"Ronnn!"

Beacrox decided to prepare the rest of the things needed for the picnic while you went to change out your clothes considering your previous one was splattered with sauces and cooking oil. You make sure to keep your makeup light and clothes not too stuffy, keeping the layers at a minimum and the fabrics cool for today's outing. You were planning on going to the spot earlier than others so you can prepare the place with Beacrox and Hans.

You had picked out a grassy field with a river nearby on the outskirts of town, pulling out a large blanket right underneath the shade of a tree. Winds were blowing your hair and dress as you enjoyed the weather, some leaves scattering to the air and passing by you. The sunlight felt warm and not too overbearing and you hummed at how kind the world was to let you have such nice weather for a picnic.

"[Name]!" Rosalyn's voice called for you.

You turned, seeing her running up to you with Lock not too far behind her. With a huge smile, she opens her arms and gathered you to her chest, squealing in excitement. "Oh, I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Rosie," you murmured, hugging her back, relishing in the warmth of her embrace.

"It's good to see you again, [Name]," Lock greeted you with a smile. You let go of Rosalyn to turn to him, grabbing his hands.

"How have you been, Lock? I hope everything's been well for you," you cooed. "How's your training so far? Everything going well?"

"It's been well," Lock answered with a bashful smile. "I haven't made much progress but I can feel myself getting stronger and gaining more control over my Berserk transformation."

"That's great! You'll help me if I'm in trouble, won't you?" You teased, watching Lock's face go bright.

"Of course..."

"[Name]!"

You turned to the childish voice, seeing Raon flying towards you while the kittens, now in their human forms, are running across the field to get to you. You see Cale, Choi Han, and Eruhaben, and further back Hannah, Jack, and Cage walking together. You let Raon ram his head to you, wrapping your arms around the dragon while Hong hugs your waist in greeting. Ohn stared at you, smiling as you return the hugs of her little siblings.

"A pleasant weather for a picnic," Eruhaben says when he reached you, looking up at the bright sky with a small smile.

"[Name], His Highness apologizes for not being able to attend," Choi Han informed with a small frown. "He's trapped by his mountains of paperwork."

You gave a sigh of defeat, the smile on your face still intact. "It's worth a try."

"You chose a nice spot for a day out," Eruhaben commented once Choi Han left to greet Rosalyn and Lock. You smiled at the old dragon, watching him looking around the area with a serene smile on his face. The sun felt warm and the breeze danced with the grass and leaves, some of them flying around far away, spinning in loops and circles as they go. Eruhaben began to walk past you, turning to you with a grin as he spoke, "Hopefully you didn't burn the picnic food."

You let out a scandalized gasp as your eyes follow him. "Did Ron tell you what happened?"

Eruhaben let out a huff, walking towards the picnic blanket, and joining the others. You made a mental note to torture the patriarch of the Molan house later with your incessant talking for tattling on your failed attempts of cooking something nice after a long time.

"Did you?"

You inhaled, the scent of grass and the wind filling your senses before turning around, face to face with the man who had been sitting at the back of your head for years even before he knew of you. His brown eyes looked into yours, gaze tender and curious while his lips are curled into a thin smile. One of his red brows is raised in question, pale skin seeming to glow underneath the sunlight. His red hair seemed so soft as the wind blew on them and despite the many times you have gripped at it while having your tongue down his throat, all you could think at the moment was to bury your nose to his head and sleep.

"It was grilled cheese, it's meant to be burnt," you yelled in exasperation. "And I made it for myself, not for the picnic!"

"Alright, calm down," Cale said, walking beside you while you both walked to where everyone had gathered, his hand on your back. Even though it was only a simple touch, it burned your skin and made you feel warm. "How was it? The grilled cheese?"

"Crispy and the cheese melted perfectly," you answered, kissing your fingertips to emphasize. Cale smiled as he look at you talk about how Ron had been on your ass because, for the second try, you used too much cheese, and scraping up the melted dried cheese from the pan using a fork sounded grating and shrill and 'how can you even be so casual while doing that'.

Cale doesn't know much about your previous life, but considering how you had once told him you live alone, there was a possibility you had to cook for yourself to save on money or do food prep to make living less of a hassle. For someone who always encouraged living in the present and for the future, Cale always waited for the day you would talk of your past. How did you live? Did you live in a home or an apartment? What side of the bed do you sleep on? Do you like eating meals at the dining table or on the couch? Did you like washing as you go cook? Or are you the type to wash the dishes after making and eating the meal? How were your high school and uni days? Was there anyone special you ever had in your life?

"I want to try it someday," Cale professed. "Your cooking."

You smiled. "Well, lucky for you, the food for this picnic is made by yours truly."

"No," Cale responded. "I meant that I want you to cook for me someday."

You stopped walking to look at him with wide eyes. The thought of doing something so domestic with this man had crossed your mind more than a few times a day when you think of him, however, to hear from him directly that he wanted to do one of the things you've always imagined doing made your heart flutter. You gathered what was left of your confidence and leaned to his side, one hand wrapped around his waist. "Yeah? I'll cook for you and have Ron prepare an antidote in case you get poisoned."

"What a way to go," Cale murmured, his hand on your waist as you both walked together with smiles on your faces.

He tries to imagine another life where maybe you both can be together, living in an apartment a little bit bigger than his previous one as Kim Rok Soo. He imagines having a bathroom cupboard full of your makeup and perfumes, the sink cluttered with your skincare products -- your toothbrush in the same cup as his. He imagines helping you cook and laughing as your grilled cheese is burnt and stick to the pan, listening to you grumbling over how it'll be a bitch to scrub out and he'll offer to do it instead.

'Look at the kid,' said the thief, no doubt grinning if they had a physical body.

The Fire of Destruction chortled. 'All in love and shit.'

'He's happy, that's all that matters,' said the Super Rock with a laugh. 'They both are.'

The gluttonous priestess watched the whole scene through Cale's eyes. Her gaze lands on you who was always on Cale's peripherals despite the man sitting elsewhere. She sees you talking to the Saint of the Sun God, Jack, and the Holy Maiden, Hannah. The three of you seemed to discuss the picnic, the soft-spoken Saint speaking with a gentle smile while his sister grinned at you, teasing you by saying they'd probably need some potion after eating your food. When Cage presented a bottle of alcohol from her sleeves, you cheered loudly.

Perhaps it is her seeing things that aren't there, but the priestess sensed that something had shifted in your demeanor. While you're still friendly and generous with your smile, she could see that in your eyes, a sense of sadness and reluctance hid beneath them. The priestess was aware of your mental state sometimes and the past struggles that you have shared with Cale, but this was different. It reminded her too much of the days when she was forced to leave the temple due to her gluttony, something she cannot control.

It felt like you had a burden on your shoulders that you cannot put down and you were preparing yourself to suffer the consequences.

Instead of coveying what's on her mind, the gluttonous priestess chose to say what everyone else could see; 'She seems happy here.'

"Here's your sandwich," you say when you handed Cale a sandwich with a red polka-dot wrap. "Beacrox made sure every single ingredient is fresh and perfect. I'm pretty sure he inspected every grain of salt and pepper I used,"

The corner of Cale's lips quirked up into a grin as he unwraps the sandwich. "Yeah? You're fine with someone watching you cook?"

Your eyes widened, shaking your head while laughing. "No, do not do that. Beacrox and I have a bond your provocation cannot sever. Don't do that."

"Since when?" Cale questioned, his tone laced with mirth.

"Hey, we all know Beacrox is one gloomy guy, but he's nice," you answered. Cale's gaze landed on Beacrox who was handing out food to the others, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"When are you going to be back to the duchy?" Cale decided to change the topic. "Officially be back, I mean."

You sat down next to him, unwrapping your sandwich. "I'll be back to the duchy officially once my last paycheck from Alver comes in. You know I can't leave without that last paycheck."

Cale lets out a small huff while you laughed at your own words. "It seems the only way to keep you by my side is by giving you money."

You grinned. "Yeah, sadly your good looks and intellectual mind isn't enough for me to stay around."

Cale leaned back, tilting his head while looking at you. "Shame."

"Yeah, you have to work on scamming more bastards for us all," you say, knowing damn well you stayed because you were in love with him despite the many times he nearly pushes you into cardiac arrest with whatever complex he has to always carry his burdens himself.

"[Name], tell us about the operation you went to!" Rosalyn spoke up after swallowing her sandwich, prompting everyone to look at you with curiosity.

Every single letter that you sent out mentioned celebrating for the first time you were directly involved in the field, something Cale had always been against for years because he preferred to have you in the back of the line. While it did has its hiccups, at the very least the mission was a success and you got what you wanted; the man, Count Theodore himself, behind bars.

"The star of the show was her," Cale spoke up first when you were about to open your mouth. He finally took a bite of the sandwich and smiled at the taste, finding it not too entirely bad.

"I had such a fun time!" You exclaimed to everyone. "It was an undercover mission and Cale went with me to be a distraction while Choi Han and the kids sneaked in to find the paperwork that could incriminate a bunch of nobles that's been pissing me off."

"Bet the list got longer when you worked in the Palace," Cage quipped before taking a sip from her bottle of alcohol. You're not very sure what beverage she's drinking but you trust her to hold her liquor.

"There were so many cases of money laundering and smuggling within the Palace," you told them, scratching your cheek. "His Highness is doing a great job of eliminating the corrupt nobles but some of them still managed to get under his nose. I'd like to think me actively despising most of the nobles working there helped him a great deal because I'm hard on them."

"If anyone there ever tries bothering you, you can just drop their name on a letter and send it to me." Rosalyn's tone was playful and filled with ease, but you know her intentions were anything but. No matter how beautiful she looks when she smiled, ruby eyes squinting, no one can forget the amount of destruction the woman could do.

"Remember to do everything with reason," Cale reminded the woman, his tone nonchalant. 'Find a good reason to fuck them up' was not said but was understood.

"Of course, Young Master-nim," the archmage flashed a charming smile, in tune with Cale's intentions.

"This is a picnic to celebrate me being in the field for the first time, not for you both to plan a political dispute all over again," you remind the two red-heads, digging into the picnic basket and taking out more food. "The kids can go run around after they finish their food. I want to frolic."

Upon hearing that, Raon's ears perked up, walking to you with big eyes. "You'll explore with us?"

You smiled. "Of course. Why not? The day is bright and the sun isn't too hot. It's a good day to have fun in the field."

"Just don't go out of the field," Cale told the dragon, patting his head.

Cale stayed in the shade of the tree with the others when you and Choi Han accompanied the kids to frolic around the place, the kittens running around while Raon is trying to get his back scratched while laying on the tall blades of grass. You were walking beside Choi Han, one hand lifting some of your long skirt, the other holding onto Choi Han's hand.

Cale remembered today as one of the days he wished his slacker life would be full of. He will keep on yearning for days where he could sit down and enjoy the weather, safe underneath the tree shade while hearing the low murmurs of everyone talking around him, focusing on you and the kids instead. He can see you grabbing onto your dress as the kittens run around your legs, trying to get you to fall and enjoy the grass with them, Choi Han watching with a smile on his face. Raon jumped onto your front and it successfully made you tumble to the ground, laying on your back.

"Han! Help me!" You exclaimed in in-between joyful laughter. Choi Han makes a half-hearted attempt to get you to stand up and when you did, you broke out into a sprint.

"Catch her!" Ohn screamed, chasing after you with her siblings.

Your face broke out into a large grin at how free it was to run up a hill, to feel the sun on your face, and the wind blowing your hair into a hot mess. In this place, nothing that you have been terrified all your life exist. There is no mother to berate you, no father that does nothing but lay on the couch and leaving the food cabinets empty for weeks, and no reminders of friends that have loved and left you.

When you reach the top of the hill, you saw a port not too far, swarmed with people and a couple of ships and boats on the docks. The open sea glimmered under the sunlight, the water surface looking like glass. It makes you nearly emotional seeing such a beautiful sight because all your life, you had been so sheltered and all the places you've walked to aimlessly have led you nowhere joy could be found.

"Find me."

That foreign, yet comforting voice finally, finally decided to speak once again and you find your heart hurting.

"Find me, and you'll find yourself."

You look out at the line where the horizon meets the sea, your chest feeling so stuffed that you thought your heart was going to come up to your throat. You'd vomit out the organ if it meant ridding the dread that was creeping up on your chest.

"There," said the voice, a pleasant lilt in his voice.

Was he aware of your dread and laughing in your face or was he simply happy to know you know what to do? Either way, this selfish want of yours was going to rip away the last bit of happiness you have left in your life.

"You will find me there."

Your eyes began to get glossy and you closed your eyes, reminding yourself that today was a happy day. Today, you are surrounded by the warmth of the bright sun, winds blowing your hair, foot itchy from the sharp blades of grass, and heart full of joy and love from the loves ones you have with you today.

Right now, you are free and loved and nothing else matters.

You turned around, just in time when the kids ran up to you. You managed to hold your ground when they ran into your chest, giving them all a tight hug.

"Why'd you stop running?" Asked Hong, taking a peek behind your shoulder.

"Don't feel like rolling down the hill," you mumbled into his fur, hugging him tightly. "I enjoyed today with you guys, you know that right?"

Ohn sat on your shoulder, feeling the shaky exhale you were letting out. She desperately wanted to ask about what was bothering you but she feared being brushed away by you again -- you were like that, always changing topics and turning down any chance whenever anyone wanted to know how you were doing. She had seen the adults, especially Cale trying to get the answer out of you and it invoked a strange sense of inferiority within her, to know you will never truly open up your heart to her because even though she understands, you will always see her as a child.

Ohn has always see you as a big sister, perhaps even more as a mother. She confides to you and wished desperately for the day you do the same to her will come soon, but she'll always be a child in your eyes.

"[Name]!"

You looked up to see Rosalyn and Lock running up the hill to chase after you all, with wide smiles on their faces. The red-headed mage dusted the back of your dress from the grass blades and dirt, laughing at how dirty your dress had become. Lock gave you a sympathetic smile, "That looked like a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you answered and Rosalyn snorted. "Your dress isn't though. We might need to buy a new one. It's got little tears."

"It's fine," you answered. "I won't be needing a new one."

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #lout of count's family #alver crossman #tcf x reader #choi han

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thefearandwonder · 5 months

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Truth

An old friend of mine has retreated into social isolation, which I could have taken personally. But we've been through a lot together in our lives and I refuse to take anything he does personally. Have to give grace if you want to get it.

He said he wants to get away from the self so influenced by other people and find his center. I think that's a great idea. I'd like to do it myself, but it's a scary thought; even when I'm alone, I'm not truly alone. I reach out to people, I meet new people in virtual spaces, I write stories with others, and always look for social stimulation.

How much of me is 'me'? But, is 'me' something worth defining?

Because for a long time, I've seen myself as a hollow shell battered around by the world, filled up with its energies, emptied, charged up, wrung out, and again and again. I don't like to see myself, because myself is a dragon, a towering egomaniac, a striving and suffering lunatic who hurts herself with the intensity of her ambitions.

The only thing chasing ambition has ever gotten me is pain; I slam into walls and doors, and the faster I'm running, the harder the impact. The smarter I'm being, the further into trouble I get.

My forays into the jungle of American civilization are never productive. They start out hopeful, then end in mutual misery.

You know, I was driving through San Francisco at night last week. I saw billboards advertising not just AI, but digital solutions for AI-generated-image-detection services. Anti-AI. In a sea of lights and concrete, I saw a targeted advertisement as I sat in rush-hour traffic, telling me that I could literally 'find truth' with a product.

And earlier that day, I'd been walking through Yosemite, where the ravens flew by the dozens like bands of kings, with their hooked beaks and proud eyes, their manes of spiky feathers on their chest -- they looked at me and I looked at them. We saw each other, and there was truth there.

And the people who call themselves 'realists' will tell me of the meaninglessness of that experience, that the creature is somehow beneath me, and my deranged mind is deriving meaning from nothing.

Or, if my interpretation of the raven's symbol pleases their vanity, they will feed me scraps and lift me up like a treasured Bug a la some Jack London-esque short story and make me their favorite poet-propagandist. I'll be their truth maker.

And I woke up this morning with the insulin catheter in my abdomen ripped free, something that's never happened before. It was 4 AM. I replaced it without making too much noise and went to write a poem about wanting to sleep that made me cry -- a poem I wish I could share here, but it's going into a collection I intend to publish and therefore in order to sell the rights to print it exclusively it cannot appear in other media.

Well, after writing that poem, and crying, I went back to bed and held my wife. We slept in each other's arms and that's the truth.

Then we were woken up by a call from an unemployment benefits adjudicator who asked very pointed questions about why I left my previous job, opened up old wounds around confusion, anxiety, discrimination, being targeted by malicious parents, and feeling unprotected by admin or HR.

I told my story (again). I told the truth. They, who agreed not to 'contest' unemployment benefits (I suppose that means not filing an appeal for the approval decision) will also tell their truth. But they did not tell me the whole truth when I made the agreement to resign in grace rather than work somewhere I was made to feel so unwelcome. They kept many truths to themselves.

So what is the truth. The truth is that more and more I feel like a gasping animal caught in a net of buzzing light that Just

Won't

Stop

My truth, the thing I know inside me so true and deep, is that when I die, I will hear the sound of wind in trees. It will get louder and louder, until it overtakes me. It will transport me. It is the holiest sound I know. It sounds like the sea. It sounds like the hushings of a loving Universe.

It sounds like the Moon waking me with her light, to kiss me on the brow, and guide me back to sleep, to let me know I am safe and small. Truth.

#truth #religion #reality #forgiveness #nature #hope #kindness #lies #my truth #anthropology

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gooeymeltinghearts69 · 2 years

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The Obey me characters with an mc that bites them randomly

(I like biting the people i love so les go)

Lucifer

-he screamed Loud

-he begs you to not tell anyone about his scream

-you almost gave him a heartattack

-he scolded you for biting him

-tries to act all tough after

"Do that again and i cannot guarantee that you'll survive"

Mammon

-another screamer

-all his money he was counting went flying up into the air

-bro almost hit you

-he bit you back instead

-blushing mess

"M-mc! Ya' can't just go around bitin' people like that! I almost hit ya!"

Leviathan

-His reflexes kicked in and accidentally hit you

-starts sobbing

-doesn't even notice you bit him

-he apologizes like a bunch of times

-watches your favourite anime with you after

"!! MC I'm *sob* so *sob* SORRYYYYY, h-how can y-ou *sob* forgive a yucky otaku like me *sobs even more*"

Satan

-run.

-he gets so mad

-mans will chase you around the house

-though you found a cat and showed it to him

-after he calmed down he bit you back

"MC GET BACK HERE YOU—" *you show him a cat* "that was a dirty trick" *pets the cat*

Asmodeus

-he was doing his makeup

-he ruined his eyeliner

-screeches

-prepare to run for your life

-hide in the closet (you might find me in there you get what i mean 🌈)

-he will hunt you down

-once he finds you he tickles you until you apologize

*pulls you into his lap and tickles the living hell out of you* "apoligize then i'll stop"

Beelzebub

-literally doesn't care

-pats your head

"Oh are you hungry too mc? Dont worry the food is almost done"

Belphegor

He's either asleep or half asleep and will not notice.

Mephistopheles

-bites you back harder

-yall have a contest trying to see who can bite the hardest

-you won 💪

-ever since that he just started to bite you randomly (only in private tho)

"Two can play at that game mc!"

Barbatos

-another screamer

-he was surprised he didnt know he could scream that loud

-repremands you for biting him

-blushing slighty

"Don't try something like that ever again"

Diavolo

-confused laughter

-"is this some sort of human thing?"

-bites you back

-invites you to the castle after

-yall hang out n' stuff

"Hm? Why are you biting me mc? Is it a kind of game?"

Solomon

-almost had an heartattack

-ignores you for the rest of the day

-if you want his forgiveness you have to eat the stuff he cooks (i'll pass)

"If you wish for my forgiveness then try this, let me know how it tastes"

Simeon

-gasps

-confused laughter ×2

-yall are just staring at eachother

-it gets akward

-you end up leaving

-simeon is confused

"What just happened"

Raphael

-screams louder than mammon when hes watching scary movies

-doesn't hesitate to pull out his spear on you

-threatens you

-you run away

-he chases after you with his spear in hand

-doesn't say anything

Thirteen

-she was the one to bite you first

-then you bit her

-and the cycle just repeats itself

-the both of you enjoy biting eachother

-Solomon witnessed this

-he got yall some chew toys

"Don't be jealous sol you know you want to bite them too"

#obey me headcannons #obey me crack #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me asmo headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #mc go chomp chomp

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nerdyvocals · 10 months

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A continuation of this post, more quotes from me and @look-at-those-niceass-rocks watching Pink Ladies together, this time episodes 4-7 (again shared with permission, and since the cast is in the house, @saveourpinks, please enjoy our unhinged dumbassery):

Principal Nicholson is a fuckin' weenie

(during Sorry to Distract) I am looking respectfully. I am looking SO respectfully. Their husband, distantly: I doubt that Me: *WHEEZE*

(During Carelessly) The true bisexual experience is not knowing which one of them you would rather be making out in the park with. (I am pan but I concur)

(@ Buddy) OH POOR FUCKING BABY, find purpose outside of your socially assigned tasks

Fucking of course his name is Leonard

Them: I would've gone fucking feral for this show in high school. Both of us, in sync: I'm going fucking feral for it now

Me: Anyway, rest in peace Cynthia Zdunowski, you would've loved they/them pronouns Them: *CHOKE*

Wally: I'm kinda hungry Them: Looks like she's kinda thirsty

(About Richie and Jane "needing to talk") That has spiked MY anxiety and I'm not even Jane. I would have been CHASING that little shit down.

(When Vaughn told Lydia to help Cynthia) I want a very sexually charged line reading session between the two of them and if I don't get it I Will Cry-- Levi, I don't like the way you're laughing right now

(Note I couldn't breathe for a Hot Minute, I forgot they somehow hadn't seen any spoilers for this show)

Richie: Jane's my girl, not my boss Them: YOu are wrong, she is both. I've seen the way you look at her I'm not a fuckin' idiot.

Me: Anytime I see Lydia or Cynthia I just embody that one quote- Did you ever watch Boy Meets World? Them: What, no? Me: Hang on, there's a quote from Shawn, I'll find it (Note it took me five minutes to find this clip, 2:00-2:09 if you're curious, but the quote is: Aw to heck with it, marry me! I live in a trailer park and I have no education but my hair does this!)

The entirety of Merely Players consisted of a stream of: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

(@ Mr. Pedo Man) You deserve beige you piece of shit

KEEP EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY AWAY FROM THIS LITERAL CHILD

(After Jane and Richie's fight) Think about the last time a boy gave her his jacket you fucking dipshit, you goddamn weenie.

(Honorable mention: Both of us replying to everything Richie said in that argument with "Yeah, it is about her, it's her life, what's wrong with her wanting an education???")

Me: I love how the most scathing insult you can think of is to call someone a weenie, are you eight? Them: It's fifties appropriate!

Vaughn: You are a revelation! Them: Yeah, she's a revelation to my fucking sexuality

Them: [Husband], they're lesbians! Husband, nowhere near the computer: I know

(Jane got more votes) HEHEHE GET FUCKED

Me: I love how quickly your opinion of this man changed from the first episode, you were ready to simp and now you hate him Them: YEAH BECAUSE i THOUGHT HE WAS NICE I WAS BAMBOOZLED AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT.

Jane and Buddy: *kiss at the end of episode 4* Them: I am going to bite his nose off

Lydia: You swallow your consonants Them: Well you were swallowing her tongue a minute ago, that probably didn't fucking help Me: *choking on drink*

(during Girl's Can't Drive): Mama I'm a Big Girl Now walked so this song could fucking RUN

Them: So when does Hazel get a jacket? Me: I have no idea what you're talking about, shut up

(After me reading them the discrepancies between the amount of Thesbians fics on AO3 to literally anything else) I am addressing this to every single person who writes in this fandom, puh-LEASE seek therapy

Me: *short rant on how I Cannot Resist a Butch in a White Tshirt* Them: I'm just obsessed with [Lydia's] robe, I wanna take it...off. [Husband]: *unintelligible* Them: THE ACTOR IS AN ADULT I CAN FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE

(after I pointed out that Lydia keeps staring out the window at the Frosty Palace like she's waiting for someone) I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Me: I have a fic for you Them: if it's more Potato, I'm down

Olivia: *slaps Richie* Them: She could wake me up like that, I wouldn't complain

I would be a 1950s housewife for Potato

Them: I am no longer simping for Richie Me: He's having a hard time right now Them: I know this, and I will resume simping later when he's done being stupid

T-Birds: *having a heart-to-heart* Them: *sniff* They're all coming over to my house and I'm making them soup and bread

Richie: I think I'm in love (one tear catches light) Both of us, Supernatural veterans: ~a single man-tear~ *FIVE MINUTES OF WHEEZING LAUGHTER*

You can find part three here!

#your honor we are unhinged #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #save our pinks #save rise of the pink ladies #save rotpl #cynthia zdunowski #thesbians #cynthia x lydia

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girlbossblackbeard · 7 months

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s2 brain thoughts: the squeakuel (ep 2)

as a reminder, if u see me posting any of these points as their own posts mind ur business:

-i'm sending my hospital bills to david jenkins for weaponizing thef cuking "you wear fine things well" scene WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING i literally almost choked to death from shock

-hey so what the whole actual fuck is up with transitioning directly from the very painful "you wear fine things well" scene which, as we've already established, has REAL HUMAN CASUALTIES DUE TO THIS USE-CASE, into the "run from me darling" lyric overlayed on top of the god damn shot of ed pAINTING THE BRIDE CAKE TOPPER TO LOOK LIKE HIM AND BASICALLY PLAYING OUT HIS FANTASY OF MARRYING STEDE. david jenkins you have committed crimes

-also!!!!!!!!!! that cake topper has kohl smudged all over it so you KNOW our boy ed has been caressing it against his cheek and sighing longingly

-i know we've all talked about how insane the "ed plays with the wedding cake toppers pretending they're him and stede" scene is but i don't think we've really comprehended how GENUINELY INSANE it is like??? edward teach, blackbeard, the kraken, the scourge of the seven seas, the most fearsome pirate the caribbean has ever known that has recently been on a non-stop slaughtering spree, painted a bride wedding cake topper to look like himself which he then scoots next to a wedding cake topper that looks like stede so he can imagine that he's marrying him. this man carefully rubbed kohl on a cake topper to give it darker skin and darker hair and a BEARD. to make it look more like himself. so he could then. put it next to a cake topper that looked like stede. and pretend. they were getting married. i've written that 3 times now and my brain STILL refuses to fully process those sentences.

-i said it in my first brain thoughts post for ep 1 and i'll say it again: every time im reminded that ed has been crying NON-STOP. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. for MONTHS. over stede. my wall gains another hole

-the way ed is so delirious in his sadness as he pushes the cake toppers out the window. i don't even have any thoughts on that i feel like all i can do is just note it and let y'all deal with the rest

>>actually I lied, he literally watches them sink into the sea after he pushes them out the window that's so fucked up whomever made that decision to make him do that is so fucked up

-"the sea is restorative isn't it" "YYYYEEESSS QUEEN!!!!!!!!!! I'VE ALWAYS SAID SO!!!!!!!!!!!!" "ohh that guy knows" IS THE MOST UNDERRATED EXCHANGE IN THE ENTIRE SERIES IT LITERALLY HAD ME SHAKING WITH LAUGHTER

-would looooooooooooooove to know what went through stede's head as soon as roach mentioned "some place called China??" like did he immediately think of the kiss or getting sent to the naval academy or the kiss or ed's excitement at the prospect of running away together or the kiss or getting kidnapped by chauncey or the kiss or watching chauncey shoot himself in the dome or the kiss or his flop behavior of running back to his family that doesn't even want him or the kiss or

-the crew of the red flag being so immediately kind and welcoming to stede and his crew <3

-i genuinely cannot wait to watch buttons fully immerse himself in the red flag traditions like he was made to be on that crew

-"how should I put this, your energy is..." can't believe they got hatecrimed like that

-RAT BOY

-HE'S HERE

-OUR BOY IS HERE

-fun fact: i recorded my live reaction to episodes 1 - 3 and posted the clip of my friends and i reacting to lucius coming back because we were quite literally jumping for joy and crying over the reunion and THE illustrious Nathan Foad himself told me it was literally the cutest thing he's ever seen (his words, not mine!!) so we're basically best friends forever now and the rest of my life will be spent chasing the high of the happiness i felt during that interaction

-i am also crying once again over his reappearance and i think that's just gonna happen every time i watch this scene :')

-roach's shocked face when lucius appears is something that can actually be so personal

-the way they all dogpile on top of him because they're so happy to see him bitch what the FCUK

-also stede's STUPID LITTLE "huh!" LIKE??????????? THAT WAS YOUR SCRIBE AND RELATIONSHIP GURU YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER WHERE IS THE ENERGY AND EXCITEMENT AT KNOWING HE ISN'T FUCKING DEAD??????????????

-"i love it" *BIG SMOOCH* "i love all of it" *BIGGER SMOOCH* oh so they're trying to kill me by smothering me in the syrupy sweetness of their love. okay

-okay sorry but lucius's absolutely microscopic furrowing of his brow right before black pete kisses him again. for a split second he had a slight look of sadness which lines up with the very real trauma he's endured and how even in extremely happy moments they can be tinged with sadness - maybe a sadness for the past and the way things could've been if he hadn't been pushed off the boat - and all i can say is nathan foad. ur big powerful acting mind

-we gotta talk about lucius choosing not to reveal that ed had pushed him off the ship in front of the whole crew. i'm still trying to figure out if that was him trying to spare stede's feelings (unlikely considering he lets it all out later), spare black pete's feelings (possible, since he knows black pete idolizes blackbeard), prevent himself from having to relive that trauma in front of his friends when he's not prepared to confront those memories, or a combination of all of the above

-"i fell. off the ship." "that doesn't sound like you. you have impeccable balance, babe" i literally love black pete so much i may legally have to change my name to lucius spriggs

-"toouwelss? what is this? are these jobs?" stede i love you so very much to the moon and back but for the love of god you gotta shut it my guy

-I AM LITERALLY SO EXCITED FOR THE BUTTONS SEA WITCH STORY ARC LIKE IT MAY ACTUALLY BE ON PAR WITH MY EXCITEMENT TO SEE ED AND STEDE PROPERLY REUNITE AND OPENLY LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN

-ed just. washing the door handle. i dont have any other thoughts

-GODDDDDDD HE'S SERVING SOOOOOO MUCH GENDER WITH HIS LIL HAIR BUN AND MOSTLY CLEANED UP WAR PAINT AND DANGLY EARRINGS AKEFJAPWHFA OPERGJAER

-the way frenchie looks genuinely happy for ed when he says he thinks he got all the poison out of his system and it's a new day :((

-idk much about piracy but i really don't think there's a rule about the new first mate traditionally having to kill the old first mate, i think ed just made that up so someone else would have to kill izzy instead of him. despite everything, despite how low he's sunken into the very dark parts of his mind due to the heartbreak, ed still can't bring himself to deal the killing blow

-"i expect great things from you" might be one of the more chilling lines in that interaction because for THE blackbeard to have not just any expectations from you, but GREAT expectations? that's not a compliment, that's a threat. measure up to what blackbeard thinks you should be or else

-can't comment on the amputation scene too yucky sorry

-stede trying to triangulate ed's coordinates based off of his string of crimes on a map HE drew is me trying to triangulate where tf this season is going based off of buckwild theories i've made up and used as the foundation for even more buckwild theories

-yeah idk what the mushy ass lyrics stede wrote on that map mean but i know they're frighteningly homosexual

-"FUCK YOU. that's how i am" I am SO glad lucius gets to be openly bitchy towards stede it feels like a cathartic release for me personally

-ed's fuckin "heyyyy" to frenchie in the kitchen is both hilarious and unbelievably unsettling

-absolutely obsessed with the writers for once again showing just how scarily observant and intelligent ed is when he calls frenchie out for using his right hand to mime killing izzy even though he's actually left handed

-i really admire how david chose to use a low camera angle that looks up at ed as he reveals to frenchie that he's well aware he hasn't killed izzy yet because taika's performance was already unsettling enough but that specific angle adds so much to his overall menacing presence in that scene

-joel fry's performance in the kitchen scene with ed literally makes me want to bite something he's so good at acting quietly terrified

-this is almost certainly an unpopular opinion but i really would've loved to see more buildup to jim and archie kissing. i just feel like we know NOTHING about her let alone her relationship with jim prior to the two days we've seen them interacting and i feel like that kiss would've felt like a much more satisfying payoff if we had seen more interactions between them before they got to that point. i would've taken delaying that kiss by a few episodes if it meant feeling fully invested in it once it did happen, but i also know the show already has so much material to get through (which is why we should've gotten 10 eps but i digress)

-"hey no one told me this room existed" is giving "i didn't even realize there was piracy happening"

-"take the fuckin leg" is such a perfect line delivery

-love the foreshadowing of olu explaining how the little ships on the war table were all over the place and "some of them were over land"

-roach waxing poetic about the noodles is so relatable

-"jesus christ stede keep your pants on" hands down one of the funniest fucking lucius moments of all time

-sorry but we gotta give a shout out to lucius modifying the chinese fleet uniform so it's sleeveless. the edges are cleanly done so either he was put on tailoring duty at some point and picked it up there or someone on the ship wanted to enable the slayage

-there's something to be said about the fact that the only other man who has lasted being on board the red flag ship is another member of the revenge who was picked up and welcomed into the fold well before stede and the rest of the crew wound up there. something about how stede attracts and retains other people who he can tell are gentle at heart, even if they're putting up a tough front. something about how lucius had bounced from ship to ship until he finally wound up on Zheng Yi Sao's ship where he was allowed to be himself

-"ya don't know............if ya picked up....smokin....." nathaniel buttons my beloved

-OOOOF stede's guilty face after lucius talks about how he must've picked up smoking somewhere. after the crushing guilt he already feels about the ed situation this definitely would've weighed extremely heavy on him

-MY SPICY LIL RAT BOY IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME

-"what the hell is going on in towels" wee john my beloved

-look i know izzy is on the brink of death but he genuinely looks kinda beautiful before ed wakes him up from his shock induced coma and i won't apologize for that

-"my leg" izzy is so fred rechid coded

-"it's up in leg heaven now" i need to know if ed said that as a way of metaphorically digging the knife into izzy and getting back at him for trying to force ed to send stede to doggy heaven in season 1

-i dont have the emotional capacity to dive into the ed and izzy shooting scene rn but just know it destroyed me on a metaphysical level

-"too scared to do it yourself" no because unfortunately now im thinking about ed thinking through taking his own life but coming to the realization that he can't do it. whether it's because of childhood christianity trauma and thinking he'll be sent to hell for doing so or because he knows he can't follow through with it himself if there's still a tiny shred of hope that he'll reunite with stede and everything will be okay again, he always has to outsource the big job

-also, very interesting choice to have almost jovial classical music playing in the background of the ed/izzy scene. it definitely undercut a lot of the tension compared to how supremely uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing the scene would've been if it were dead silent behind the dialogue

-"i loved you...best i could"

-"i've got an ex-wife, two messed up kids probably" LMAO stede acknowledging he would have no way of knowing how fucked up his kids are because of him

-"sounds like you're quite the fuck-up pal" "yeah, i am! and im alone! talk to pete. don't be like me" ohhhhh my god stede is in just as much agony as ed is over this breakup he's just been using his polite society social skills of saving face and never showing how truly devastated you are to others to cover up how supremely messed up he is over all of it. he is BEGGING lucius to talk to pete and NOT make the same mistakes he did because maybe if he can prevent lucius from bottling it up and actually deal with this in a healthy way he can make up for a fraction of all the hurt he's caused not only ed but lucius as well. maybe if he can get lucius to talk to pete he can absolve himself of some of the soul-crushing guilt he feels over how his actions have irreparably damaged the people he cares about the most. maybe if lucius and pete are able to work through this trauma and still come out the other side loving each other just as much or even more than they did before, he can believe that there's still hope for him and ed.

-ed choosing to put on the cravat for what he believes is going to be his last action on earth before dying because he's resigned himself to his fate but is still scared shitless by it and wants that modicum of comfort that stede will always be able to provide him no matter how badly he hurt ed is giving me the urge to find the nearest cast iron skillet and loony toons my skull

-"some people are just broken no matter what you do" noooo why do i feel like lucius was talking about himself when he said that to stede about ed ://

-oof i know they were an unnamed character but fang tried to save someone who went overboard during the storm and wasn't able to :(

-GGGOOOODDDDDDD izzy looks so fucking hot and badass all soaking wet and leaning up against the rigging after shooting ed jesus christ

-"finally" ed was so relieved to have his pain finally end. even after his journey of self discovery in the next episode im really curious how he's going to deal with having to confront the pain he thought he escaped in addition to the pain he inflicted on others while failing to cope with that pain and stopping at nothing, including nearly killing the rest of the crew, to end it

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #ofmd s2 #stede bonnet #ofmd s2 spoilers #lucius spriggs

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