#and once the people around you hate you via you annoying the crap out of them all day they'll never want to get to know you or work with you

[thunderheadfred]

🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

#hawks #takami keigo #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #gender neutral #smut #bnha #mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fred writes #no idea why I’m writing these #guess I’m just in a Mood

[franniebanana]

CQL Rewatch - Ep15

I forgot this guy’s name, Yao or something? Honestly, I don’t care enough to research this, like, at all. I hate this guy. My friend and I now refer to him as the Hype Man, so I might just call him that from now on. But I wanted to say that I didn’t realize he was in it so early, so when I saw him, I was like, “That fucking guy!!” And I also totally missed that the point of Jiang Fengmian leaving was to take this worthless piece of trash somewhere. I wish he’d died haha. But then I guess there’d be less reason to hate him, and I enjoy hating him.

I can’t believe this is the first paragraph that people are going to see. If you’re reading this now, you’re like, why do I want to read this crap? And y’know what, I can’t blame you. The next few episodes are gonna be rough. I don’t even know if there will be much to say on my end. My friend, after watching these few episodes commented something like, “Huh, that really dragged.” I could only agree, pulling my hair out from the headache these few episodes were giving me.

Okay, but seriously, Yao is so pathetic here! Talking about how he never thought they’d end up like this, and, “Oh, we were just a small clan, woe is me!” It’s amazing that he turns into the biggest prick, always right there hyping up the scapegoat-blame game rhetoric. Sorry, I hate this fucker.

A rare nice moment from Madam Yu. It was sweet having her show a caring side, packing medicine for her husband, snacks for her daughter. But of course, it was because Jiang Yanli had come to say goodbye to her earlier. Jiang Cheng is really like his mother—they can’t do anything for kindness’s sake, there’s always an obligation to the kindness.

I hate Wang Lingjiao, but I love her, and I love hating her. I’m conflicted. She’s just such a fun, evil character, more fun than Xue Yang in my opinion, probably because she actual interacts with the main characters in the story. It will forever annoy me that Xue Yang gets so much attention for appearing in a long-ass flashback (via empathy) and what should have been a flashback (Chang Clan) but wasn’t because they wanted it to be padding, I guess.

Anyway, Wang Lingjiao. She’s fun, she goes completely nuts—what’s not to love about her? She’s also someone who is so similar to Madam Yu, but because she also is ambitious and wants to take over Lotus Pier, Madam Yu wants her dead. Haha!

While Madam Yu is, objectively, a horrible person, I actually really like how her bodyguards aren’t treated like servants. I like that there’s mutual respect there, as there should be when you’re talking about protecting someone. Unfortunately, I think Madam Yu treats them better than her own family in most cases. It’s cool that the Jiang Clan doesn’t rely on servants to get food and tea and whatnot. These are things that the disciples and leaders must do for themselves. By contrast, the Jins have so many servants—it’s almost obscene by comparison.

Also I want to point out how hot-headed Jiang Cheng gets here, while his mother is just cool as a cucumber. It really shows you how unready he is to actually lead (which she points out). He’s so emotional, quick to anger, yet he has none of the foundations to really lead a group of people. Even when the disciples are explaining to them what happened to the kid and the kite, it’s Wei Wuxian who is keeping everyone calm and asking the questions.

I love that his first reaction here is to insult Wang Lingjiao’s intelligence. We’re basically getting a parallel to how he reacts to Wen Chao, which is fun because you can see how his behavior hasn’t changed at all. He uses his wit in both situations and is easily able to outwit both Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao. What’s kind of interesting is that Jiang Cheng will speak up now when he wouldn’t before. And I wonder is it because he is guilty for being silent earlier with Wen Chao, or is it something else? I think ultimately Jiang Cheng blames Jin Xizuan, Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian for what happens to his parents and to Lotus Pier. Even though, logically, it would have been destroyed anyway, he still wants to place the blame on someone who he can reach. All this is to say, I don’t think Jiang Cheng regrets not speaking up at the Wen Indoctrination. So I think he feels superiority over Wang Lingjiao really because he thinks she’s a stupid woman. And duh, she is not that clever. But she is smart enough to be able to use what talents she has to get ahead. She apparently is favored over Wen Chao’s own wife (who knew he was even married—not me lol), and you have to be ambitious and have some smarts to get that far. That’s not to say that Jiang Cheng wouldn’t treat a man this way too—I think he would. I think he picks and chooses who he’ll stand up to. He’s on his own turf, she’s an invader, she’s a woman—she only brought a few henchmen, right? He’s also been charged with watching over Lotus Pier in his father’s absence. Maybe he just wants to look big for once. Just a thought. Take it or leave it.

So, I think Madam Yu is enjoying this. She’s getting two things she wants: the Wens are going to leave and she gets to beat the shit out of Wei Wuxian. She doesn’t even have to be prodded to punish him, right? She barely waits until Wang Lingjiao has finished speaking. This has something she’s wanted to do for a long time. I think she’s hit him before, yes? But she can go all out right now, since Jiang Fengmian, his only real protector, is gone.

Also Jiang Cheng! Man, he’s torn apart! He hates to see this happening to Wei Wuxian—yes, he blames him for all that shit, but he doesn’t want to see this happen to him. It’s actually harder to watch Jiang Cheng in all of this than Wei Wuxian, who mostly remains as stoic as he could possibly be while she’s whipping the shit out of him. And again here, we get Wei Wuxian telling Jiang Cheng not to interfere, because the last thing he wants is for Jiang Cheng to be penalized too. He’s fine receiving this punishment because it’s a “better me than him” kind of a thing. It’s harder to watch someone else suffer than to suffer ourselves, right? I’m like that, idk if you readers are, but I think a lot of people are like that. I mean, I’ve always been that way, but it’s been amplified since I became a parent. And not only is he accepting of being whipped by Zidian, he’s ready to lose his fucking right hand. The hand that he wields a sword with. His dominant hand. He is ready to lose it with absolutely no fuss. That’s how much Wei Wuxian cares about Lotus Pier. His response is, “I’ll have to learn how to use my left hand.” It’s a passing line, a line when you can’t even see his face—but do you get how big that is? Jiang Cheng is up there losing his mind, completely emotional, crying, yelling at his mother to stop—Wei Wuxian is just silently gritting his teeth and taking it. They’re both brave (I would not want to stand up to Madam Yu), but different kinds of brave, y’know?

I do love this part. I’m not gonna lie. Seeing Madam Yu slap Wang Lingjiao around is something that’s deeply, deeply satisfying. I guess it’s just nice to see Madam Yu’s anger turned towards an actual villain, since up until this point, it’s been directly mainly at Wei Wuxian and her own husband. I think this part is forever tainted if you know how the story goes, because Madam Yu is just on fire! But if you’ve seen this series before, which hopefully you have (otherwise spoilers abound), you know it doesn’t end well for her. I like this plot device here, making you think that the good guys are going to come out on top, and then reversing it so quickly as soon as the Core-Melting Hand shows up. One minute, you’re cheering, the next, you’re…not.

I also want to point out how quickly things reverse here as well. Jiang Cheng is trying to protect and comfort Wei Wuxian throughout this whole scene, which is something we’re definitely not used to seeing. This has always (and I mean always) been more of Lan Wangji’s thing. But in kind of a nice twist of fate, we actually see Jiang Cheng caring for Wei Wuxian. But then, boy, do things change! We see a complete reversal of this behavior—first Wei Wuxian has to be there for Jiang Cheng’s emotional state, and then his physical one. And the man does not complain about it at all.

I want to say that I didn’t cry in my first watch of CQL until episode 50. That is 100% the truth, so help me God. However, when I watched this scene in the donghua, I cried like a little bitch. Cried probably isn’t the right word—how about sobbed. I sobbed. I think because I knew it was coming when I watched CQL, it didn’t really affect me (plus my husband was right there, not paying attention, but still on the couch with me, so I tend to not cry as much when he’s around. I like to cry on my own, okay?). Having said that, the second time I saw this scene, I fucking cried, and I really didn’t stop until after they told Jiang Yanli, because that sweetheart crying makes me cry, okay? I have a really hard time watching things about children and parents, because I always think about my own parents and my own kid, so it just makes me really emotional. The idea of never seeing your parents again, especially in such a traumatic situation, at the age of what—17? That’s something I can’t even begin to imagine. In a word, horrific. Traumatic isn’t even a strong enough word to describe the emotional and mental turmoil that a teenager would be going through. But I can probably ramble about that later.

And my heart breaks for Wei Wuxian here too. Even though she hated him, even though she treated him so poorly, I’m sure he still thought of her as something akin to a mother. She was the only mother figure he had in his life who was still living, so there was definitely an attachment there (and this is proven later). Even being acknowledged by her here must mean something to him. She may hate him, but she trusts him to keep her children safe and to protect them. It’s honestly so sad.

Ugh, this is hard to watch. As a mother, the idea of sending your kid adrift when you know you’ll probably never see them again is so heartbreaking. The connection you have with your children is something that no other relationship can match, whether you physically bore your children or not. They are a part of you. Like, let’s be real, raising children is difficult—they can test your patience, make you angry, make you sad and hurt (toddlers don’t care about you, yeah, I said it)—but you love them in spite of it all. And for me, I can never really hate Madam Yu. I can find her attitude and treatment of certain individuals deplorable, but at the end of the day, she loved her children. Was she a good mom? No, probably not. But I don’t think Jiang Fengmian was a good dad either (although I think he tried a bit harder). But I think she loved A-Cheng and A-Li, and I think she trusted Wei Wuxian to protect them. I think she gave him that shred of respect at the end.

In case you’re wondering, I fucking cried through to the end of this episode. I mean, Jesus, Yanli just gets immediately thrown into another boat and tied up with her brothers, after finding out that her mother might be dead already, and then her dad abandons them too. I just can’t.

I’m sorry this was short (maybe I’m not sorry, depending on how much you like the episode). I’m going to try and knock out more than one episode per week because I just don’t have a lot to say. These are mainly getting through the plot episodes, if you know what I mean.

Other episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

#wei wuxian #jiang cheng #cql #the untamed #jiang yanli #jiang fengmian #madam yu #wen zhuliu #core-melting hand #wang lingjiao #jiaojiao #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql rewatch #wwx

[impatient14]

Not to be “annoying on main” but like most things here in the year 2020, a lot of the nuance and reason surrounding the fandom’s fight over Dean’s queerness is lost to the wily temptress that is extremity, and I want to throw some stuff out there in case anyone is thinking the same things and just needs to hear that someone else is too.

To my followers and anyone who dares look through my blog (honestly don’t recommend it), it’s obvious I’m someone who enjoys the Dean/Cas pairing. And when I say enjoy, I mean I absolutely get feral about a wide range of topics that involve their relationship, depiction, and reception. I’ve always kept my opinions within the confines of my blog, though, and I’ve never--not once in the decade of my life on Tumblr--gone into inboxes to send hate or even indirect someone with hate or drama on my blog. That shit just ain’t kosher.

That being said, some of the anti-destiel arguments out there have merit.

Like, for example, Destiel shippers not liking the show. Personally, I did like Supernatural originally, but I also recently recommended new watchers who came for Destiel to just watch certain episodes. I’ve stopped watching Supernatural several times throughout my Supernatural journey (which started in real time with season one), because the writing can be down right awful. There were lots of great examples of writing too, but it wasn’t consistent enough for me to keep watching in real time. So I'd watch a season behind on Netflix. At some point, things got bad enough (the bro-dependence, recycled or unimaginative plotlines, the terrible treatment and fridging of female characters) that I did keep coming back for Dean and Cas only (and honestly, it was sometimes only Castiel). 

Another worthy anti-destiel point for consideration is the fact that other than destiel shippers, a lot of people who watch Supernatural don’t care about Castiel. This seems to be correct. I’d wager to say that the vast majority of Supernatural watchers did not invest even a portion of time, energy, or emotions in Castiel that we did. That’s cool. I’ve been a casual viewer of a show and been blindsided by things that their fanon saw coming a mile away. Everyone has different perspectives, and the idea that Castiel isn’t integral to the plot when you remove the possibility of Destiel is absolutely correct.

However.

Why did they keep bringing him back? It’s true that he could easily be written out when his relationship with Dean is bro-ified, but his deaths never took until the end (and even then it didn’t). Sure, it could be “pandering,” but if only 1% of the Supernatural fandom ships destiel (as stated in one argument), it seems like a strange choice monetarily. Misha, as a series regular, wasn’t exactly giving out his services for free (eyyoo), so producers and the network wouldn’t give a second thought to the vitroil and threats creators and actors would get if Misha were written off. (Side note: I categorically *hate* the social media accessibility that lets people directly interact so negatively with creators to the point of dangerous conditions. It’s the most ugly and embarrassing side of fandom.)

It could be argued they kept bringing him back because they knew hellers and Cas lovers would continue to buy his Merch and what not, but I can’t imagine the small percentage of viewers who are invested enough in Castiel to buy his Merch would compensate for Misha’s annual salary. (But honestly, numbers aren’t my thing so *shrug*) But it could also be argued that the perceived destiel headache for creators, plus the retention of Misha’s salary, would be enough to get rid of him if not for a crucial role he plays in the show. Creators have repeatedly said that Cas’ whole character revolves around his relationship with Dean, so that means the writers felt that the Cas/Dean relationship was important to the fabric of the show--in whatever way you’d like to see it. Does that mean viewers have to see it that way? Definitely not. But that’s not the story the writers are telling you they’re writing--

Oh, that sounds familiar!

All the textual gay jokes, narrative devices, and creator interactions (not just Misha, but writers, producers, and other actors too) created the metaphorical pink elephant, not the shippers themselves. And to be told otherwise is some gaslighting bullshit. I agree some fans take it too far and freak out at the mere mention of a non-destiel reading, but the foundation for a destiel reading is based in text, not just in the shippers heads. The relationship between the Supernatural creators, actors, and fandom is undoubtedly toxic, which is why I think it makes it easier for them to deny various romantic interpretations of Dean and Castiel's relationship, but (and i hate to do it) in their defense, they definitely wrote enough into the text to justifiably claim Dean's a nohomodudebro. However, they've also written enough into the text to legitimately doubt (not definitively deny) his heterosexuality.

IMO (for the maybe two people wondering) Dean became bisexually coded in a very complicated conglomeration of a homophobic “its funny to be gay” kind of way, the chemistry between Jensen and Misha, countless production decisions, and Castiel’s growing and canonical love for Dean---which all makes the matter impossible to ignore. On more than one occasion the writers made choices that welcomed a destiel reading--not confirmed--but welcomed (which is, wait for it, queerbaiting!). I’d be shocked if no one read Dean as being queer coded and secretly in love with Castiel, who btw, is absolutely 100% romantically in love with Dean Winchester. The writers kept making decisions that fed hellers so well because Castiel is in love with Dean. It’s not just Misha who has confirmed it btw, but the writers themselves. You’re allowed to read it differently, just like destiel shippers read Dean differently than the writers have claimed, but you don’t get to tell other people they’re wrong--just like destiel shipping should never have gotten to the point were anyone who didn’t see destiel was reading the show wrong. However, the difference between saying Cas’ love is platonic and saying Dean’s love is queer is the difference between having zero textual evidence for a platonic reading of Cas’ love, and having lots of textual evidence for Dean’s heterosexuality. (Personally? My headcannon for Dean fluctuates between “so closeted he doesn’t even know he’s actually bisexual” and “very much aware he’s also into dudes but is pushing it down because : Winchester ™.” However, I’m more than happy to admit that my headcannon can’t be reasonably confirmed as fact. It can, however and like most headcannons within the destiel fandom, be comprehensively and intelligently argued to the point of exhaustion.)

The only reason to deny that 1.) it’s reasonable to read Dean as being queer-coded, not canonically bisexual, but queer-coded via textual and production decisions, and 2.) Castiel is romantically in love with Dean-- is if you’re someone who can’t give credit to the opposition just because they’re the opposition. Just because I hate Trump and think he’s the spawn of Putin’s asshole doesn’t mean I can’t admit he did *some* good work for criminal justice reform. The credibility of your argument goes to crap when you can’t admit when someone else has a good point- even if you don’t agree with their overarching theory or idea.

Obviously, the state of the Supernatural fandom is pretty much what it will be forever. Getting thousands of people to admit that its normal to find evidence to support an argument you don’t agree with (something philosophers do all the time because there is no such thing as truth and the world isn’t black and white and its shades of grey that make the rainbow bright and on and on and on), is definitely not in the cards for us. But, this is just me, throwing my altogether unnecessary opinion out there. 

(If you’re one of those people that like to troll people just for having an opinion and expressing it respectfully, please consider not doing that. I am but a baby in a trench coat.)

#destiel #destiel meta #destiel fandom #deancas #dean winchester #castiel

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: [Okay, so coach ride to the school trip moment, JJ sat together 'cos who else are you gonna sit next to tbh, all the flat whites are here and we're making Grace feel like crap in all the ways, starting with having a loud, extra phone call with Pablo rn and making Grace hear and look at all this on facetime, but literally the whole bus is bearing witness, have you no shame Mia] Jimmy: [I like to think Ella and Asia are sitting together and Ella wants to die cos Asia's so dumb and Hollie's just on her phone watching tiktoks or whatever living her best life] Janis: [a mood but not at all, lmao] Janis: [okay, so my vague idea of something JJ can do to take attention away from Mia, piss her off, but without everyone else being as anti-them as they are anti-her rn, is for Janis to text Grace like come here for a sec, but that confuses Grace (obvs) so then Janis gets up and is like I NEED TO TALK TO YOU so she gets Grace out of this hell but also Mia will be PISSED she has, let's say there's a free seat in front of JJ or whatever where they can sit and then have a whisper sesh where we pretend we're talking about Jimmy but in actuality, we're not saying much beyond, you're welcome and, go along with it] Janis: [then once this has happened, all the flat whites will be 👀 WHAT DID SHE SAY etc, and THEN JJ can be couply cute like snuggling etc now they know they're looking] Jimmy: [I stan your mind boo] Janis: [so, Mia has been pissing us all off for time but it's when she's like, forcibly trying to get Grace to talk to Pablo, Janis visibly stiffens and is like, nah] Janis: If you do me a favour right now, I'll do you two Jimmy: Alright Janis: [inact this Grace moment for a plausible amount of time for a girly chat you simply NEED to have RIGHT NOW so sorry Mia, that's probably 10-15 minutes at least you two have to sit together and talk so, if you wanna, you can be Grace for a sec and we can '-' or we can just say roughly what they'd find to talk about lol it might be amusing potentially] Jimmy changed name to Grace Janis: [after the text, coming over with such a clearly but purposely fake apologetic face like oop sorry to barge in on this phone conversation you're having so publicly 'Grace, can I borrow you for a sec?' with a kind of serious but also excited tone, like, the just-NEED-to-talk-about-this-NOW vibe] Grace: [Grace just like 'oh yeah, sure, babes' in a tone that's lowkey like anything for you anytime because 1. it'll annoy Mia 2. she literally would die for Janis and we know it, making her body language and face as excited but serious like she respects this TRUST, fuck you Mia, before throwing an apologetic look at Mia as they go so she knows it's a deliberate afterthought] Janis: [smiling at Jimmy as you sit back down, opposite/in front of him, which she doesn't smile a lot at school/ever obvs so that itself would be so strange, everything from this point essentially in a whisper/no more than a murmur so no one else can hear, which is fine 'cos object of your affection is RIGHT THERE so everyone understands the vibe without needing to hear anything 'she's a cunt' gritted teeth 'cos we're fuming about this phonecall shenanigan but then switching to a #conspiratorial 😏 look, peeping at him between the seats as if to really drive that home 'i'm gonna shit in her bed' with a grin] Grace: [so effortlessly following this that would be concerning except that we know she's living a fake life every day so it's just standard to her by this point which hurts my heart but okay Gracie 'so is he' because she's having some emotions herself about the Pablo and dad situation but we can't let them show 'totally a match made in hell' holds her face/fans it like whatever Janis is saying is making her blush and giving her like an OMG look before likewise peeping at poor Jimothy but deliberately less subtly because everyone expects her to be that bitch/the friend who turns around when you tell 'em not to 'IOU if you need a lookout or whatever, but I'd hate to tread on barista boy's toes so' looks at him again and smiles herself] Janis: [nodding, really to agree with that sentiment, but making it look as if she's admitting to something like okay, you got me and hiding her own face in her hands like we're so 🤭 'hope he knocks up Asia' when you've said it just to be a bitch and because you're angry but the obvious parallel to what Caleb and Drew actually did to Ali and Carly does not escape you so you shake your head now and then lean in further, saying 'WELL-' at a louder, potentially overhearable volume, as if you're about to spill the ACTUAL tea 'nah, don't worry about it, long as she gets hers'] Grace: [when you sigh because you're so sad and over everything tbh and the reminder of both deadbeat dads doesn't help but you turn it into an excited gasp before it's even out of your mouth properly because that's something you're used to with all these shit lads, likewise the fake facial expressions are so on point as you pretend you're getting that tea and say something loud like OMG because you're obvs so excited you can't help it and do a fake look around like oh I hope nobody heard that 'he's already given her an STI, but you obviously didn't hear that from me' spills actually tea because we're sad and mad rn like] Janis: [giving her a half-genuine smile/look of appreciation that gets overtaken by an OTT 😍 one about your current situation before you'd barely have chance to clock it, giving her the expected playful-slap-on-the-arm like what are you like? at least you can use the actual snort at this news to pretend you're so amused about anything but Mia getting the clap 'very romantic' letting your voice raise again on any word that would help sell your story, actually covertly looking over to the flat whites 'she's hung up now, of course' 'cos what's the point if you can't torture Grace] Grace: [when you're doing a whole apology moment loud enough to be heard by Mia cos will annoy her because you never apologise to her sincerely but also as your chance to actually be like I'm so sorry that our lives are like this and we don't talk anymore because all this comes out when you're drunk but before jj fake date when are you two ever at the same parties, you just aren't and you're having enough emotions to accidentally go there 'he's literally such a dark horse, I can't even' looking at Jimmy and again loud enough to be heard even though you're shading Pablo and Mia because duh, doesn't look over at the gals cos she doesn't need to, we know the drill by now 'duh' but her voice is like a dead version of her real one and thus in such a whisper because the most genuine thing she's said lowkey in forever 'he doesn't care how her day's going and what can she say anyway' cos we all know he only wants to hook up and her life is boring and basic] Janis: [when you can shh her because not that deep and we're so close and sisterly rn but it really 'cos this makes you so uncomfortable like stop 'I know' when you have to force the enthusiasm into your voice on that one 'cos we all know Pablo is an unavoidable dickhead even before this and you're grieving too rn boy but still, Mia, of all people, ew, 'I can't believe it' when your overall demeanor and tone projects that you feel so #blessed but the reality of the words is literally the opposite 'daddy issues, right' clutching your hand to your chest like you're talking about something SO cute he did but the 'awh, bless' is all for that tragic hoe] Grace: ['same' and likewise your tone is the opposite as it also is when you nod in agreement to the daddy issues comment cos that hits close to home obvs 'this trip is gonna be so' loud enough that people can hear that too even though you also mean that in a please kill me way not a I really ship JJ way] Janis: ['Yeah...' and a sigh that is SO wistful and not at all exasperated at all the shit Mia can and will try to pull, going back to the #conspiratorial 😏 look 'I've got plans' and winking 'cos have, getting up like better get back to it 🤭 and giving her a one-armed hug as you stand to go, purely as a fuck you ladies, turning back like oh! just remembered and handing her your phone 'downloaded that album you wanted to listen to' at normal volume, so she has an excuse to stay put and put headphones on] Grace: [making your own song and dance of forgetting something too purely because you're dying over the hug like I'm so dumb I'd forget my weave if it wasn't glued in and passing her something between the seats once she's sat back down with Jimboy, honestly fuck knows what it even is but it'd drive everyone crazy trying to guess] Grace changed name to Jimmy Janis: [gonna lowkey need that phone back but it can easily be passed back via the seats so that's no issue, just not looking at him yet 'cos can't 'cos that was so OTT for you (obvs) but you can have a bit of 😳 before you commit to this part of it] Jimmy: [playfully nudges her and passes her his phone (oh the trust ladies) and takes a headphone leaving her one cos as far as everyone knows Grace has hers and he knows everyone is looking at them and what is going on and that's his way of telling her he's keeping up with it] Janis: [when you a mvp, nudging him back and it means far too much to be decipherable like sorry, thanks and more all in one gesture, leaning in figuratively and literally for this headphone moment, which makes resting your head on his shoulder that much easier] Jimmy: [we know he's softly playing with her hair for the first time ever because we can pretend he's playing along but really he's wanted to do that since day 1 baby] Janis: [when you do put some music on so you can have some vague distraction but you put it on pretty quiet, so you could still whisper to each other 'alright?' like, asking if he is, if that was, if this is, again, too many potential ways to mean that] Jimmy: [when you just say yeah at a normal volume because use that to your advantage] Janis: ['yeah?' back in what can only be described as low-key saucy, like oh really vibes but like, oh really lol] Jimmy: [gives her the first LOOK ever and nods because we can both play this game gal] Janis: [when the fact that that shook you works to your advantage so you don't have to worry, turning this into more of a snug than it was, putting your arms around his waist and loudly whispering 'I'll make it up to you' 'cos gonna pay off that debt but take that as you will people] Jimmy: [when you can just be 😏 cos it works but you're wondering how she reckons she'll do that and you know she knows that] Janis: [okay, using his phone to type back and forth 'cos that'll look cute and keep up the lie] Janis: how does she look Janis: scale 🥺 😢 😭 😤 😠 😡 🤬 🤯 Jimmy: 😡😡😡 Janis: not bad Jimmy: but will it do? Janis: got three days to 🤯 Jimmy: if you need 'em Janis: that a challenge? Jimmy: does it sound like one? Janis: 👌 Jimmy: [takes her hand to write ok on it because it looks like they're holding hands so challenge accepted vibes] Janis: 🦐 is 😢 Jimmy: duh he's got resting 🦐 face Janis: [loling 'cos hohoho so funny babe but part of that was genuine] Jimmy: [when you gotta give OTT 😍 cos she's got a cute laugh] Janis: do I need to put 🤢 on the scale Janis: or is that purely 💀#1 💀#2 Jimmy: they would reckon that's #ultimategoals Jimmy: a lad who triggers their gag reflex Janis: 🤮💘 Janis: GROSS Jimmy: [little lol] Janis: [😍 for the fans] Jimmy: [don't think about how bad you wanna kiss her boy, you can't risk being the new Mia of this coach] Janis: [you gonna have to chill but it won't be that much of a journey wherever you're going so don't worry lads, in fact, close your eyes and pretend you gonna have a lil nap on him] Jimmy: [just doodling on her with your fingertip really softly I like to imagine he's drawing out the scale] Janis: [love that, we must skip though] Jimmy: [so okay, activity time, we having Grace on JJ's team cos suck a dick Mia and a boy she can flirt with, then some random] Janis: [it should be a girl Mia has beef with, for some ridiculous reason, like bitch has deffo not done anything lol] Jimmy: [yasssssss I love that] Janis: [yo y'all better win or at least beat her team] Jimmy: [wouldn't be hard to beat her or loads of the others even if they don't win but ngl I'd love it if you did] Janis: [do it we're writing it fight us they're competitive and they're dying 💀#1 💀#2 so bye] Jimmy: [fuck it nobody would be expecting any of yall to win or care so I'm about it] Janis: [hohaha start as you mean to go on tbh] Jimmy: where on the scale now? Janis: 🤬 Janis: definitely heard her name followed by bitch Janis: my review even less favourable Jimmy: [picks her up and spins her round like he's so buzzing they won] Jimmy: that'll help Janis: don't put your back out Jimmy: I ain't as old as I look Janis: [😏] Janis: that's what they all say Jimmy: you been to catholic school, girl? Jimmy: I get why they all wanna crack onto you now Janis: rude you didn't get it before Jimmy: wouldn't wanna make your head any bigger Jimmy: touch and go picking you up as it were Janis: not my fault you're short and I ain't 💀 Jimmy: piss off am I Janis: no need to 🤬 Janis: we 🏆🥇 Jimmy: What you trying to make me 😭 for then? Janis: awh, babes Jimmy: leave it out Janis: 🤐 Jimmy: 👍 Janis: hmu when you wanna make a cracking bridge again then Jimmy: don't sound like me, that Jimmy: 😎🔥 Janis: I get it, IOU rn Janis: 💭 on Jimmy: I have had the one Janis: yeah? Jimmy: this is working, yeah? Jimmy: shes at 🤬 you said Janis: it's making this trip worthwhile, yeah Jimmy: nowt to do but crack on with making it more worthwhile Jimmy: neither of us can move for 'better' offers, can we? Janis: Literally gonna rip out my own 👀 or everyone else's if they don't calm it down with the sexts Janis: so, you wanna 🤯? Jimmy: want is a bit strong Jimmy: but if we're pissing about performing for her, might as well clear our DMs of dickheads while we're at it Janis: yeah, it makes sense Janis: may as well use it to our advantage any way we can Jimmy: while we're stuck here doing this bollocks at least Janis: kills time, keeps us from killing anyone Janis: I'm down Jimmy: Alright Janis: how are we gonna do this then Janis: like, exactly Jimmy: How do you wanna do it? Janis: We'll have to go some for people to calm down, obviously Janis: people have no problem being hoes Jimmy: I know Janis: so like, full 😍 then Janis: ? Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt Jimmy: won't be that hard, people have no problem believing we're #fated either if all those likes are owt to go by Janis: they're idiots and I'm well convincing Jimmy: yeah alright, Julie, I'll collect your oscar for you on my way out 'cause it won't be for long either Jimmy: I'll piss off soon and no dickhead's expecting us to keep going at being that starcrossed Janis: 'course not Janis: they'll forget about you in a week or two Janis: makes sense for this trip, as you said Janis: everyone's tryna get off with each other and it gets both of us an easy out Jimmy: mine or yours tonight then, my dear? Janis: I'll come to yours Janis: then Grace can have then over and they can 👀 I ain't in Jimmy: you're on to a real winner today, girl Jimmy: not just a big head Janis: that's the spirit Jimmy: 👻 Janis: specifically no 👻ing Jimmy: What about 🥃? Janis: DUH Janis: you got some? Jimmy: not very #goals to have to bribe you but Jimmy: wouldn't come here empty handed Janis: obviously I've only got eyes for you, Casper Janis: oh, who are you rooming with? Jimmy: Dunno, man bun, deepest of v neck t-shirts? Jimmy: only got eyes for his vape Janis: oh Janis: yep, I know who you mean Janis: 🎨 description Jimmy: ain't saying I could be an undercover 👮 or one of their informants but if Mia's dad goes down I will take the 🏆 Janis: 🐀boy can be your new name Jimmy: tah, sweetheart 💕 Janis: yeah, well couple goals that Jimmy: that'll be why I propositioned you Janis: is propositioned a sexy word? Janis: it sounds a bit 👮 report Jimmy: Busted, I'm 45 and faking being a real #lad an' all, the 😎 hide my crows feet Jimmy: can't have any secrets between us, like Janis: gotcha Janis: makes sense why Mia is 🤤 Jimmy: and sir Janis: you wish Janis: devvo he ain't here Jimmy: alright, put down the 🧂 babe, you'll give me a heart attack Janis: 🙄 Janis: yeah secretly so jealous of our fat, balding 🤓 of a teacher Jimmy: DUH Janis: 💁 Jimmy: while we're chucking tea about, I weren't on that teen soap, so warn us if you're gonna show up to my door naked Janis: not my plan Janis: reckon we can scandalize without going there Janis: soap and romcom tropes would be our friend though so let us down there Jimmy: soz, I were #blessed with the accent and the IQ for that bollocks but none of the emotional range Janis: leave off Janis: your 😍 were solid Jimmy: save the compliments til my room's full of dickheads to overhear Janis: just don't mention the part where I fake it like a pro Janis: not an idiot Jimmy: easy to say you take it like a pro instead Jimmy: nowt to worry about Janis: lovely Janis: are we fucking or are we 💘 Janis: important distinction Jimmy: reckon we can have it all, Juliet Janis: alright Jimmy: I know it ain't just for 💀👑 now but nowt'll piss her off more Janis: right, she's incapable of any of the finer human emotions Janis: oh, her boyfriend gave her an STI Jimmy: lovely, that Jimmy: which one? Janis: which boyfriend or which STI, yeah Janis: the one I'm related to, by all accounts Janis: 🤞 chlamydia so I don't need to cuntpunt her Jimmy: sounds a bit like the name of a kid fiddling island her dad does his business lunches on Jimmy: works on loads of levels Janis: 😏 Janis: he will be SO proud Janis: though, probably casually racist which is what makes him the ideal candidate for a boyfriend Jimmy: 🤞 his secretary ain't related to me if her dad's caught it off her Jimmy: turned down that teen soap for a reason Janis: 😱 Janis: goes all the way to the top Jimmy: 🏆🥇 Janis: was slightly concerned you were saying you fuck your cousins or something but as I only need to fake touch you Janis: you do you Jimmy: I ain't got any cousins, soz if that's pissed on your ultimate kink Janis: I'm not fucking 'em, new boy Jimmy: 👌 Janis: you don't vape, do you Jimmy: what kind of fucking question is that? Janis: a valid one 😎boy Janis: 'cos that shit gives me a headache Janis: not gonna sit in your cotton candy cloud Jimmy: you've had a 🚬 with me, dickhead Jimmy: did that taste 🍧🍦🧁🍰🎂🍭🍬 🍫 to you? Janis: might mix your vices Janis: but nah, you're old school 😎 good Jimmy: I can 💀💀💀 buzzing, grinning in my ⚰ over knowing you reckon I'm 👍 Janis: obviously Janis: 🍀 you Jimmy: 🥃 give you a headache an' all, you want a 🍹 instead, Jane? Janis: piss off Janis: 1. offering shit you can't provide unless you've brought mixer and ice with you too 2. being a dickhead Jimmy: 1. someone'll have brought a 🧃 it's a school trip 2. you're being a dickhead Janis: 1. you a barman and all? 2. save it for your roommates, lover boy Jimmy: 1. find out in a bit, won't you 2. I don't have a vape pen, remember, fucked the foreplay right up Janis: your idea of foreplay is worrying Janis: fake or otherwise Jimmy: bit late to spread that about, we're committed to being #goals not what were it Mia said, weird freaks or some bollocks Janis: can tell she's not an artist Janis: words not her strong suit Jimmy: what is? Janis: ♙ Jimmy: if that ain't nerd flirting, I dunno what would be Janis: seeing she can control mindless idiots ain't 😍 Janis: if I wanted to be surrounded by those kind of people, I could do it easier Jimmy: the game though, all that eye contact and pissing about Janis: find us a board and we'll give 'em foreplay then Jimmy: [draws her a pisstakey flirty board] Janis: 😂 Janis: lemme practice not blinking Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: alright Jimmy: 👍 Janis: my line Jimmy: Alright, go on Janis: I already said it Jimmy: you wanted the practice Jimmy: have another crack at it Janis: I'll say it when they can hear Jimmy: 🤞 you'll say a bit more than that Jimmy: they're idiots, you already said an' all Janis: idiots need visuals, I'm aware Jimmy: you've got something going on behind them unblinking 👀 I'm aware Janis: 💘 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: [skipperoni to showing up in your PJs, a bold move] Jimmy: [when it's a lewk and his jaw hitting the floor isn't fake at all] Janis: [we just pretending we don't even know Oli/anyone else is there, soz boy] Jimmy: [at least he can shamelessly check her out like 🤤 cos they are though] Janis: [we asking for the drink] Jimmy: [thanks for that Ian] Janis: [I hope you're bottom bunk if not enjoy the view everyone whilst you climb up, like] Jimmy: [for that reason alone he has to be top] Janis: ['I was bored without you'] Jimmy: ['you better stay for a bit then' obviously joins her up there because was making a show of looking out to check for teachers and all that nonsense 'at least til you ain't bored'] Janis: ['sounds like a plan' and a LOOK under the pretense they're probably standing about so can see, 'cos y'all ain't gonna be on the bottom bunk together are you] Jimmy: [a LOOK back before you open the bottle for her because gentlemanly not cos you're stalling nope] Janis: ['Slainte' and taking a shot whilst maintaining that ♙ eye contact] Jimmy: [does the thing where he takes the bottle from her but instead of taking a drink he pulls her into him but I'm gonna say that her hair is down so they can't see what he's doing because the truth is nothing yet even though it looks like he's kissing her neck or whatever because he's a good boy and he wants to know it's okay first so a LOOK which is actually an unspoken question lol] Janis: [taking the bottle back and putting it down on top of the wardrobe or whatever in reply like yeah, let's go for it, partly to prove you're down for the plan and not scared and also 'cos you know Oli will get too awks and make them all leave if you actually do anything so it won't have to be a Thing for ages, like] Jimmy: [goes in for the first kiss and it's obviously EVERYTHING goodbye] Janis: [rip you two, it's DEFINITELY continuing after they out the door, even if for a hot sec, you are that blatant, like, just in case they forgot something or whatever] Jimmy: [duh it'd ruin everything if they forgot their vape and came back and you weren't still going] Janis: [just dedicated to the act, alright] Jimmy: [he doesn't know they're related so lowkey surprised they left so fast and of course gutted we know but acting unfazed by having that drink finally] Jimmy: [bit rude cos that makes it seem like you hated it but okay boy] Janis: [not about to bring it up before or after, just hopping down like ta-da and looking at the window so casually] Jimmy: goes to the window and 🚬 out of it cos still offended she asked you if you vape] Janis: [sniffs like she seeing if it's 🍧🍦🧁🍰🎂🍭🍬 🍫 or nah] Jimmy: [blows a smoke ring at her but in a sassy way not a Harley aggressively blowing smoke at Ro back in the day way] Janis: [still wafting it away like we're Mia levels of disgusted but 😏 'cos not] Jimmy: [turning back to the window but obvs amused, we're all 😏 rn] Janis: ['they'll tell everyone, Nathan has a big mouth' looks around the room like 'what are we gonna do for at least 15 minutes, so you don't get THAT rep'] Jimmy: ['does look a bit like if Mick Jagger fucked some local lass and weren't feeling the need to shout about it for obvious reasons' looks at the bottle wherever he left that and back at her with a shrug 'fancy a game of chess?']] Janis: [snorts 'we'd all know about it anyway, no one 'round here can keep a secret' follows his eyes with hers and nods 'alright'] Jimmy: [IRL 🤞 and checks his phone we know he's checking on Cass and Bobby but it looks like he's checking if people are saying shit yet so, picks the bottle back up, takes a swing and passes it back to her] Janis: [when a thought #hits and you get your phone and as you're taking your swig you do some searching and put some sex sounds on and put your phone under a pillow to convincingly muffle it and 🤫 at him like speak quiet if you're gonna] Jimmy: [🙄 but also nod because it's a good idea] Janis: [nudges him as she walks back to give him the bottle 'you want me to be -' mimes 🤐 '-or you expect me to sit here and do it myself?' pointing at the phone like no thank you] Jimmy: ['I get it, everyone's so desperate to fuck you or know what it'd be like they've got their ears pressed to the door'] Janis: [shrugs like yes, your point?] Jimmy: [gets back on his bed and gets comfy so she'll have to get on either Ollie's bed below or his if she wants to talk to him cos shh] Janis: [🙄 and a dramatic sigh but fake is sexy but you're 😒] Jimmy: [texting his sister for a while but then his phone is blowing up because people are scandalised so he chucks it at her so she can see] Janis: ['phase one complete' shaking her head as she reads a bit but then chucking it back like a hot 🥔 'probably have to eat dinner at the same table'] Jimmy: [nods but when he's thinking about everyone watching them his own idea hits and it's the lovebites so he gestures for her to come here] Janis: [climbing up this bed again like ugh, excuse me] Jimmy: [I think to think she's as far away as she can be so he's like 'come here' but we whispering of course so it's accidentally hot] Janis: [assumedly, and we are questioning this but we also aren't 'cos we do come closer, obviously] Jimmy: [reaches out and touches her hair, moving it away from her neck and looking at that as yet unbruised skin and we know he's thinking if she has her hair up everyone else will be seeing that too so he looks at her and you know it's meant to be a look like do you see where I'm going with this but it's shamelessly just a LOOK] Janis: [when you automatically bring your hand up to move his away like oi, excuse me but you catch up with this being part of the plan so then you're just holding his hand there 'good thinking' when again, you have to whisper so it all just sounds so much hotter and #intoit than it would if you could just speak but soz, you can't] Jimmy: [looks at her phone under the pillow still playing those saucy sex sounds 'could just google how to fake 'em' cos you know people have blatantly done that but then he's looking at her again and licking his lips and generally being hot af] Janis: [shakes head 'that's more effort' taking the phone and turning them off, like, how suggestive like are you gonna be making the noises now too or what 'meant to make our lives easier, yeah?'] Jimmy: [holds her hair out of the way which is also lowkey hot soz not soz and goes in cos unspoken challenge accepted on getting her to make better noises than that] Janis: [we out here doing the most] Jimmy: [god bless] Janis: [know we giving him some in the process, only fair, not like we need to] Jimmy: [there's no hiding behind your hair boy and that's the only flimsy excuse we need] Janis: [and we need to be THAT obvious so everyone knows, duh] Jimmy: [like she said, gotta make both of their lives easier not only make one of 'em look swag, very much mutual and both #goals thank you] Janis: [exactly, we're fucking off and over the flat whites and co, not each other] Jimmy: [thank god she turned off the sounds because there's no stopping him from making any and we need to pretend it's OTT fake at this point instead of him being THAT into it already] Janis: ['you're a good actor' 'cos you said you'd say it] Jimmy: ['you're -' we're not finishing that because he hasn't said it loud enough to style it into a fake compliment] Janis: [biting his bottom lip 'cos you weren't kissing for long enough so you simply gotta so they're more bruised] Jimmy: [I love that you could've just bitten your own but more fun for everyone like that because you know he'd follow suit and do the same for her] Janis: [we need to be thorough here, that might not be enough] Jimmy: [hence just lowkey making out now but I think we should have a teacher catch them cos Mia or Ella snitched to cockblock because in the OG they had that punishment to clean everyone else's rooms and they stole their shit and I think we should still do that cos it was a mood but in the OG they had that punishment cos they snuck off to the pub which they don't need to because Ian's stash is a thing this time] Janis: [agree fully because a. they would and b. the teacher can be so shame-y and then everyone will hear if said teacher is going off and then bitching about them to the other teachers] Jimmy: [yeah it's a much better idea and an actual decent way to cockblock so they don't just hook up rn] Janis: [I'm with it, 'cos we can steal someone else's booze if theirs also gets confiscated for bonus scandal points] Jimmy: [love that] Janis: [okay, so dinner after we've been bollocked and everyone is shooketh, not allowed to sit together so] Jimmy: [oooh we should say Grace is putting make up on her love bites for her because that is a way to draw even more attention to it cos lowkey in the midst of dinner here] Janis: [gets out kit lmao] Jimmy: [exactly and a reason for her to be like Grace you need to sit with me so Mia is seething] Janis: [what did you think would come of this really, Mia, there's only so much 'trouble' they can get into and they don't care] Jimmy: [and like if you thought Grace would be embarrassed and that would drive a wedge you haven't considered that 1. she's a hoe 2. so much worse shit gets said about the cali fam as standard] Janis: [it's gonna get worse if they come in your room later in this trip so like, blow your load now alright girl] Jimmy: [which needs to happen because that was the fake injury moment and was iconic] Janis: [mhmm] Janis: OI DICKHEAD REMEMBER TO LOOK 😍 WHEN YOU READ THIS 😘 Jimmy: [does a real little lol and then looks at her IRL with fake longing] Jimmy: Alright? Janis: 👌 Janis: No one is gonna think it's over this food, so yeah, it'll do Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: bit rude they're trying to poison us before we do it ourselves Janis: tell he's the maths teacher Janis: not following the plot here Jimmy: might 🔪 the messenger if he's going that hard with the Shakespeare but alright Jimmy: I'll obvs die for you Janis: the bruises aren't that bad Jimmy: they look 🥇 from here Janis: [a LOOK from across the room] Janis: done the job, like Jimmy: [one back of course that's really lingering to really make the point] Jimmy: as they go, pissing about with you for a bit's not as bad as cleaning 🚽 Jimmy: don't get a massive head over it but Janis: unlikely Janis: generous and forthcoming with the 🥇 compliments as you are Jimmy: Oi, don't forget my 🥇💡 Janis: you got your recognition Jimmy: piss easy to get more Janis: obviously Janis: but what next Janis: aside from all this nerd flirting business Jimmy: Depends Janis: ? Jimmy: how you feeling? Jimmy: you look a bit cold to me Janis: [looks down at nips lmao] Jimmy: [he wants to lol but is 😏 cos he comes over to her and puts his hoodie on her, like enjoy the show everyone] Janis: alright, fairplay Janis: [snuggling in like full smug suck it everyone] Jimmy: check the pockets 🎁💕 Jimmy: [has drawn her something and written a little love note for the added brag] Janis: [making a big show of being extra secretive and trying to look at it privately so everyone on the table is 👀] Jimmy: [he made sure it was extra thankfully in case they can see and didn't write like oi dickhead] Janis: I'll 📸 it later Janis: was 🤞 for some 🚬s Jimmy: I've kept hold of them Jimmy: find me later Janis: very see me after class vibes Janis: alright Jimmy: if you wanna stick your uniform on for the 📸 go ahead, mate Janis: 💔 I didn't bring it with Janis: could wait but Jimmy: 💀👑 will be, mad for a uniform, her Janis: so I've heard Janis: what is it then, little apron Jimmy: [sends the CG instagram cos he won't have random pics of himself in his uniform on his phone] Janis: very Janis: starbucks lite Jimmy: they'll be 🎻💔😭 Janis: delete this comment 'fore I hit send Jimmy: already @ed it to 'em Janis: 🐍 you are Jimmy: got the fang marks to prove it, you Janis: now she's punched us with a brush as well quite sore tbh Jimmy: poor baby Janis: yes you're very concerned Janis: Mr Lucas is Jimmy: gutted he can't kiss you better is what he is Janis: idk, maybe he's 🎻💔😭 'cos you've ruined me Jimmy: very old school, that Jimmy: you're alright, I got no STI's Janis: @him Jimmy: what's his @? Janis: @virginsonly Jimmy: did he used to work at the local catholic or what? Janis: just to the point and selective, I think Jimmy: now I'm 🎻💔😭 Jimmy: why ain't I good enough for you sir? Fucking LOVE me, like Janis: and scene 🎬👏 Jimmy: Hang on, I need to be standing on this table Janis: 😏 Janis: love that for him, you fully crack after what, a month or so of bumming Jimmy: when you know you know, mate Jimmy: what we've got is SO real Janis: of course it is Jimmy: speaking of, what are we doing in a bit? Janis: having a 🚬 Janis: you said Jimmy: I mean are we 🎻💔😭 apart like 🤓 or 💕 together like 😎 Jimmy: how do you want the 🎬? Jimmy: can do loads with socials either @ or with Janis: whatever she says Janis: or fucks Janis: 🤓 is how she actually kicks it so Janis: 😎 is better Janis: what can they do, send us home Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: pay for my cab 'cos not gonna get my mum out here Janis: starcrossed love is the way to go, so, max sneaking for 💘 Jimmy: Alright Janis: you don't give a shit, right? Jimmy: about what? Janis: potential trouble, this trips' educational value, etc Jimmy: What kind of question is that? Janis: just making sure Jimmy: [comes over to her again and whispers in her ear 'there's your answer' cos he really gives a shit about absolutely nothing rn and the teachers would be fuming cos stop it boy] Janis: [when the 😏 is real 'cos likewise, cares about nothing and is so bored of everyone and everything but obvs the quick kiss is to piss 'em off further] Jimmy: [when you turn it into more a kiss ™ as if you can't not because you can't get enough of her but not so much that you're Mia on the coach about it] Janis: [know people are gonna be highkey anyways like why not lads] Jimmy: [exactly and loads of 'em are putting it on their stories etc blatantly so] Janis: [#exposure] Jimmy: [I feel like the teachers should make either him or her go to their room because the kind of bullshit that achieves nothing like are you gonna make sure they stay there or what] Janis: [literally, like oh, without supervision, at least you've been smart enough to just send the one but still, it should be him I think] Janis: 🍀 Jimmy: [sends a pic of him on his bed really comfy like but if anyone sees it looks like an I wish you were here kinda thing instead of rubbing it in lol] Janis: twat Janis: i've got to stay here and do fucking 'fun' team building bullshit Jimmy: if you can't get yourself sent out, then you can't, babe Jimmy: if any dickhead were capable of 🥇 you wouldn't need me Janis: 😒 Janis: they aren't gonna send us both out, even they aren't quite that thick Janis: rude Jimmy: they can't stop you going for a piss, even Mia's dad would win that case and he is that thick Jimmy: you don't go back and what? Janis: they definitely go to our rooms Janis: so where are we going? Jimmy: where do you wanna go? Janis: wherever, far away enough from the windows and we'll be alright Jimmy: Come on then Janis: post that pic whilst you're waiting Jimmy: [does obviously] Janis: [posts his doodle in the comments of people saying how cute he is like IKR] Jimmy: you're a good actor an' all Janis: Take my bow as I make my escape Jimmy: head that big, ain't an easy feat not to topple over Janis: what I'm hearing is, you think I'm well impressive Jimmy: didn't realise you were deaf, my little brother will be chuffed to bits Janis: not gonna fake meet your family Janis: calm yourself down, boy Jimmy: weren't asking you to Jimmy: steady on, girl Janis: mhmm, what was that? Janis: my selective hearing couldn't make it out Jimmy: [sends a voice memo but instead of calling her a dickhead or something because he doesn't know where she is rn and who might here it's like I SAID COME HERE] Jimmy: [*hear I cannot type today at all] Janis: 👏 Janis: I am omw Janis: please make sure you are decent Jimmy: as an actor? 👌 Janis: was thinking don't open the door naked either Janis: but maybe those two can't coexist Jimmy: stop thinking about me naked, Judith Janis: you started it Jimmy: Calm yourself down, so bloody extra, you Janis: oh sorry, didn't know I was in a groupchat with the GALS Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Janis: prepare to be that #shook Janis: [turn up to collect him] Jimmy: [does an IRL equivalent of 😱] Janis: ['come on, kev' 😏] Jimmy: [we out of here] Janis: [go for your smoke lads 'so what #content are we getting out of this?'] Jimmy: [they should do the sexy blowback thing purely for #content obvs] Janis: [purely, mhmm] Jimmy: [and I vote she should sit on his lap for the first time cos casual 🚬 photoshoot happening] Janis: [gotta make sure you're in shot, all of this is well necessary] Jimmy: [you wouldn't wanna be out of frame and have to take these pics all over again oh no] Janis: [that would just not be on brand, arty boy] Jimmy: [I love how extra you two are immediately, it's literally my fave thing] Janis: [fully could have stayed in your room and been like ha soz but no] Jimmy: [you should wanna be caught but we know why you don't] Janis: [the tea, the pretense of taking videos and pics is so flimsy but at least you tried and didn't just go to makeout] Jimmy: [and at least there will be actual #content because anything that annoys Mia gives me life] Janis: [exactly dr phil you're allowed] Jimmy: [what else can these little rebhogs do?] Janis: [maybe if the teachers are looking for her again, and now him 'cos checked their rooms, they can come back in together and be like, it's not fair to leave Jimmy out 'cos not and then just be couply af whilst doing whatever evening activity 'til bed] Jimmy: [I'll allow it because their teachers are clearly shit and like they've already given them their punishment to clean up everyone's rooms tomorrow so as far as they are concerned job done] Janis: [can't stop teen hormones and didn't come on the trip to be in his room so yolo, then Mia will be annoyed again 'cos no one is getting in trouble] Jimmy: [yeah she'd be trying to cause shit in this activity no doubt, ooh maybe that's when she or Ella gets hurt and makes a meal of it so it's not even the same day as Janis they are just trying to milk it that hard] Janis: [a mood, can also put an end to everyone's fun low-key, tah ladies] Jimmy: no oscar for her Janis: How is she that bad at it when she's faked every boy she's been with is Mia? Janis: poor show Jimmy: brb I gotta @ my dad to tell him my brother ain't the biggest cry baby going and pour bleach into my eyes and ears Janis: bit insensitive on the ears but yeah Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: *🤢 Jimmy: 💀#2💕💀👑 Janis: it has been a few hours since they last purged probs Janis: explains everything Jimmy: tah for another lovely visual Jimmy: SUCH #couplegoals them Janis: your toothbrush is my toothbrush, babe Jimmy: I were thinking if you come round early enough in the morning without waking Gracie when you do we can make it look like you stayed and we're sneaking you out when the dickhead I'm sharing with wakes up Janis: That's a good idea Janis: she gets up early, so it'd feel more like late night but still works Janis: they should all be up to, even if their end result is more 'natural' Jimmy: be piss easy to make sure enough of 'em see you then Jimmy: me an' all when I walk you back Janis: right to the door Janis: well gentlemanly Janis: less so if I invite you in for round two but that depends who's seen and who's still watching, obvs Jimmy: 💰 on Mr Lucas from the bushes Janis: 🤞 Janis: nice to know he still cares, like Jimmy: it's all #bants til he comes out of the shrubs with a 💍 Janis: 😬 Jimmy: soz mate, bit rude to get your hopes up Janis: now you can't read facial expressions 😎boy Jimmy: never said I could Jimmy: just lips, and I ain't looking at yours unless the rest of the dickheads are 👀 at us Janis: facetime goodnight would be a little much Jimmy: unless 💀👑 is tucked up with Grace while her missus is in sick bay Janis: thankfully not Janis: can't come in without being invited Jimmy: you'd know about that vampire girl Janis: says you Janis: very tender, as I previously mentioned Jimmy: I did say it, yeah, and I previously mentioned how sympathetic I was an' all Janis: not your most convincing work Jimmy: 💔 Janis: yeah, you should feel bad Jimmy: for which bit? Janis: your shit performance Janis: obvs Jimmy: Oi Jimmy: I ain't given a single shit performance Janis: your sympathy just seems very disingenuous to me Jimmy: Baby, I'm so sorry Janis: more like it Janis: believe you've done this before now Jimmy: done what before, said sorry or left a lass needing a 🩹? Janis: had a girlfriend Janis: soz Mr Lucas Jimmy: no need to @ him Janis: another secret to keep? Janis: I dunno Jimmy: the secret that I ain't gay is already out, mate Janis: devastated Janis: gay bff is probably well more up their street than boyfriend tbh Jimmy: probably not too late to go for that Jimmy: if you really wanna Jimmy: come round and I'll plait your hair or some bollocks Jimmy: you already know my crushes Janis: 🤢 Janis: is what I think to that suggestion Janis: 💘 easier to fake Jimmy: for you 'cause I'm well fit and mysterious Janis: for me 'cos I don't have to talk to you half as much this way Jimmy: you can be the strong silent type any way we play this, Jasmine Jimmy: it's alright Janis: nah Janis: as I said, the straight girls will be more up on you, if anything Janis: and the gay boys would actually be 💔 from the queer bait so probs don't Jimmy: #whenshecaresaboutsparingyoudickpicDMs Jimmy: I get it, I don't deserve you, sweetheart Janis: don't have time to count all the ways you're so lucky to have me Janis: cataloging all these dick pics Jimmy: be a #goals tweet though Jimmy: hang on fans, I'm so lucky I ran out of characters Janis: have that for free Janis: need to up my cute though Janis: not my fault I can't draw Jimmy: yeah you can Jimmy: that 🎨 of Mia and her dad cracking onto each other was a top masterpiece Jimmy: [is tweeting about how lucky he is to have her obvs] Janis: you're a sick, sick boy Jimmy: came from your 🧠 girl Jimmy: I just appreciated it, what you do with #art Janis: never said I weren't as well Janis: have to admit they might have us both beat though Jimmy: true 💕 Jimmy: nowt we can do to compete with owt that real Jimmy: or that twisted Janis: unless you are 45 Janis: little bit of tan and we could sell that you're my dad Jimmy: Northern 45 is a southern twat's 95 Jimmy: dunno if black face is the way to go though, mate Jimmy: ain't worked out brilliantly for loads of others Janis: you wanted twisted Jimmy: but the deal is, when you want me 💀💀💀 you do the deed yourself Jimmy: don't need Bill rising from ⚰ pissed off about another rewrite Janis: alright, pair of spoilsports Janis: how you wanna go out then Janis: 💣 🧨 🪓 🔪 🗡 ⚔️ 💊 💉 🪒 Jimmy: lasses first, would hate to ✔ your fave Jimmy: loads you missed an' all Jimmy: 🏑🏏🏹⛸🔧🔨🛁 Janis: 🤔 Janis: probably 🔪 Janis: or 🔨 maybe Janis: most personal Janis: how about you? Jimmy: Depends Jimmy: are we gonna do #matching or different? Janis: You only get one Janis: I'll kill you any way you like Jimmy: hot Janis: 🔥 Janis: but I won't be cuddling up to your crispy corpse Jimmy: Fuck me, I forgot one an' all! Janis: I mean, possibilities are endless Janis: but 💏 🤵👰 🤰 👶 is boring and not worth mentioning Jimmy: don't try and make me feel better, baby, fuming I am Jimmy: and now I dunno if I want 🔪 for the wound 🎨 or 🔨 for the 🩸 splatter 🎨 Jimmy: fuck's sake Janis: I'll stab you but not let you bleed out Janis: take some #aes photos and then 🔨 final blow Janis: there you go Jimmy: that's the cutest thing I've ever heard, you don't need to work on nowt Jimmy: 🥇 you Janis: I'd screenshot asap then, if Mia wouldn't call the 👮 like the concerned Karen she is Jimmy: [writes some actual cute shit that everybody will eat up] Jimmy: type that out and screenshot it Janis: nice that you 💘 yourself so much that you can think of all that 😏 Janis: [does though] Jimmy: piss easy when they don't know who I am Janis: yeah Janis: don't need to tell me Jimmy: 🤐 Janis: it's the shit they do know that's unavoidable Janis: like Mick Jagger being my dad Jimmy: bit rude he didn't teach you nowt about how to perform but I'll carry us both til you figure it out Janis: got the opposite in writing somewhere in this convo Janis: don't be bitter 'cos I'm 🥇 without having to do as much Jimmy: You're only that good if you can do his hip move Jimmy: and there's not gonna be any evidence of that about anywhere Janis: not that committed to the bit, rat boy Jimmy: there you go then Jimmy: take 🥈 and piss off, bad blood Janis: you piss off, dickhead Jimmy: or what? Janis: I'll smack you Jimmy: go on Jimmy: hit me hard enough and I can get out of doing our bollocks punishment Janis: I think not Janis: I'll go to the sick bay and you can carry cleanup too as you're so smug Jimmy: I get it, you miss El Jimmy: she is a fucking delight Janis: it's like she's constantly on the blob, which is ironic Jimmy: she's given 💀👑 her 🩸💦 and 😥 today Jimmy: if anyone's smug it'll be that pair Janis: unacceptable Janis: especially after I made smoking the opposite of GROSS Jimmy: we've done alright Janis: it'll be 🤯 come morning though Jimmy: you reckon? Janis: don't you? Jimmy: I reckon she needs to 👀 it for herself to be 🤯 Janis: maybe Janis: she's got form for being that bitch Jimmy: if we can't guarantee she'll be about in the morning, we'll have to do something when she is later Janis: yeah Janis: no need to put out the 🔥 before this bullshit trip is over Janis: even by their standards, not a good look Jimmy: right Janis: after that Janis: not got to think about them or that shithole for three weeks so Jimmy: you're decent at pillow talk, Jenna Janis: 👍 Janis: how do we end this Janis: in a way that still fucks them off somehow Jimmy: How do they get chucked? Jimmy: just do the opposite when you decide to bin me off Janis: when? Jimmy: Dunno when I'll be pissing off out of 🍀 yet Jimmy: but 🤞 you won't see me back at school Janis: I get it Janis: we used to move around a lot, when we were younger, I don't remember it much Jimmy: if Ian's still being a knobhead and I am about, do it then Janis: alright Jimmy: alright, give me a bell when you're on your way back to my door, I'll get you in without waking him Janis: he's a heavy sleeper Jimmy: how do you know? Janis: my cousin Janis: used to be closer, when we was kids, sleepovers n shit Jimmy: you should've said Jimmy: wouldn't have made you put on a show in front of him Janis: I don't care Janis: why he left in a hurry though Jimmy: do you want me to meet you at yours in a bit instead? Janis: can do Janis: more guarantee of seeing them then Janis: come to vet her outfit or whatever Jimmy: what time's Grace up? Jimmy: I'll be there an hour before, still give me time to get in and us set up if she wakes any earlier Janis: Our first thing is at 9, yeah? Janis: if she's having breakfast, 6.30, if not, 7 Janis: 6 should be fine Jimmy: 👍 Janis: get some sleep Janis: not enough you don't look shagged out, of course Jimmy: how you were going on earlier I thought she were gonna get up before the sun bothered Janis: I forgot Janis: school's earlier and our bus takes even longer Janis: she has to go to bed like a 👵 Jimmy: bet that goes down well with the lads Janis: dunno Janis: that's what weekends are for, right Jimmy: Dunno Jimmy: my ex near enough moved herself in Jimmy: very #goals obvs Janis: she don't last long enough to do that Jimmy: didn't need to Sherlock that Jimmy: goes without saying or sleuthing Janis: 🐇🐇🐇 Jimmy: shut up and get to bed Janis: rude Jimmy: is it? Jimmy: or is it thoughtful and 💕? Janis: put out a twitter poll if you like Janis: I'll be here not sleeping Jimmy: Alright, sod you then Janis: sweet dreams Jimmy: never said I were sleeping Janis: tell me if we're posting it and I'll fake enthusiasm at whatever you're doing instead Janis: don't want the sexts to be one-sided Jimmy: we should probably be together by now far as the fans know Jimmy: you're alright Janis: true Janis: mutual masturbation less of a flex Jimmy: Save it for the LDR Janis: you're alright, won't make you do it when you get home Janis: find a new fake boyf to keep them off my dick Jimmy: you can't dump me the second I do one, wouldn't be #goals Jimmy: starcrossed is our brand, mate Janis: awh, babe, you'd do that for me?! 💕 Jimmy: and myself, fuck all's gonna change when I leave here Jimmy: not just being racist against paddys, like Janis: if you go back, won't you have all your mates Jimmy: and what? Janis: well, you won't be new boy Janis: no one needs to follow you about and generally be a massive tit, like Jimmy: home's got bigger tits Jimmy: if that's where we go, and if not, new town, same bollocks Janis: well, LDR even easier Janis: can drop you an OTT caption whenever Jimmy: that'll be why I propositioned you again, my dear Janis: what does that mean? Jimmy: you said it, this is about making our lives easier Jimmy: wouldn't force you into an LDR if it were some 🎻🎻 hardship Janis: yeah Janis: alright Jimmy: what? Janis: I meant when you first asked, for now Jimmy: You wanna know why I asked? Janis: yeah Janis: me, specifically, I know why we're doing it Jimmy: 'cause I could do Jimmy: and we're both fit and mysterious, duh Janis: 👌 Jimmy: Go on, why did you say yeah? Janis: 'cos I'm fit and mysterious, why else Jimmy: 👌 Janis: forget I asked Jimmy: Why? I reckon it's what you'd call a valid question Janis: 'cos you didn't tell me anything I didn't know already Jimmy: everyone knows how fit you are Janis: not all wearing 😎 Jimmy: there you go then Janis: bed now Jimmy: save telling me what to do for when there's loads of dickheads about to see and hear how well I do it Janis: it's a polite way to tell you to shut up Jimmy: northern, not that thick Jimmy: take the compliment, dickhead Janis: don't need it Janis: my head is massive as is Jimmy: What do you need? Jimmy: 🚬? Janis: couldn't hurt Janis: what the packets say, right Jimmy: Close enough, come here Janis: [show up] Jimmy: [we know the drill he's lighting up for you gal, god knows how long you've been out there boy dealing the drama that is Ian looking after his own kids for an evening] Janis: [we smoking in silence] Jimmy: [what a nice throwback to the PE moment that started all this] Janis: [Ella stay away] Jimmy: [everyone leave them be tbh] Janis: [when so much drama has gone down already like the levels of not expecting this] Jimmy: [we are so rude soz lads] Janis: [we all know who's fault it actually is, and also that you're about it so Jimmy: [even if neither of you expected to be this about it and are now shooketh] Janis: [hence what is lowkey an awkward silence but both of you usually are so you can play it ain't] Jimmy: [so casual so fine] Janis: [again, not as if you've chosen to spend time together when you don't need to] Jimmy: [makes me lol same as all these convos you're keeping going beyond needing to, but we should say he takes a pic of her under the pretence of like hm idk when I might need this/ we can use it to pretend you're with me if you're not at some point etc but it seems so rude like oh this is just a job every second I have to be doing something I deffo don't wanna spend any time with you just because] Jimmy: [but we know she really just looks beautiful and he's an art hoe] Janis: ['could've warned us, where was my two hours?'] Jimmy: [😏 and offers to take it again with a gesture but you know he's not deleting that OG pic ever] Janis: [🖕 like have that] Jimmy: [😘 like he did to sir when he left] Janis: [wiping her cheek like it hit her] Jimmy: [does a really fake look around for fans lurking] Janis: [raising brow like you know its just us] Jimmy: [shrug cos it's so casual so fine] Janis: [shrugs back but OTT like one up you] Jimmy: [lights a new 🚬 because 1. he's been out there ages so he would've been nearly done when she appeared 2. to prove that he don't feel awks at all and could stay here all night] Janis: [puts her hand out like gimme your lighter] Jimmy: [does but with a raised brow of his own] Janis: [just playing with it 'not suggesting arson, s'boring'] Jimmy: [💔 mime for the first time] Janis: ['poor baby'] Jimmy: [pouty little lip like baby me] Janis: [loling but reminded so 'I'll bite it off next time'] Jimmy: [irl 🤞] Janis: [🙄😏] Jimmy: [gets a snack of some kind out like better eat this while I still can then] Janis: ['did you not eat enough at dinner?'] Jimmy: [🙄😏 but chucks some at her] Janis: ['too busy staring, I remember'] Jimmy: ['bit busy getting chucked out 'cause you don't know owt about being cute'] Janis: [😒 'yeah, that's why'] Jimmy: ['gotta keep it goals if you can't, yeah'] Janis: ['fuck off'] Jimmy: [looks down at his 🚬 which he ain't done with like no shan't] Janis: ['do it by yourself then' 'cos done enough with yours to throw it like good day] Jimmy: [just looking at her like bye then] Janis: [👋 '6 o'clock'] Jimmy: [when you get right in her grill and it's really hot but then you just take your lighter back] Janis: [making an 'ugh' sound] Jimmy: [hasn't moved away so is still very much in her grill and just zipping her hoodie up which is actually his like it's such a long cold walk back when it's neither because you gotta prove that 'cute' comes that effortlessly to you obvs and she sucks but it's just hot because the tension] Janis: [pushing him back, not really hard or anything but enough to ramp up that tension] Jimmy: [when you say 'piss off then' but you're saying it like a challenge not to] Janis: [just looking at him like nah] Jimmy: [LOOKING at her] Janis: ['stop it' but again, a challenge] Jimmy: ['stop what?' because I dare you to acknowledge that something is happening here, gal] Janis: ['you know' 'cos likewise] Jimmy: ['you'] Janis: [points at him] Jimmy: [signs it] Janis: [gonna assume she knows what he's doing but not what he's saying here 'hardly fair'] Jimmy: [scoffs because nothing about any of this is fair or what he signed up for 'playing to win, not fair' but shows her how to do it and what it means then adding whatever he needs to add to change it into 'you're a dickhead' signed which makes me lol imagining what that probably is] Janis: ['alright, Mia' but 😏 and going with this impromptu lesson here] Jimmy: [having a lovely time as if all of that didn't just happen] Janis: [tralalalalala] Jimmy: [it's literally an immediate headfuck, well done lads] Janis: [lmao how could it not be tbh] Jimmy: [if it was actually all fake but we know it never has been or could be cos he chose her for a reason] Janis: [you could've chose someone well below you and just played 'em] Jimmy: [thank god you didn't sir because that wouldn't have been as fun on any level for any of us] Janis: [you aren't that sort of boy is the tea] Jimmy: [my softest in my army of soft boys is the tea] Janis: [mhmm, and you wouldn't have said yes, even though it does benefit you too, if you didn't think he was hot and intriguing so] Jimmy: [anyway teach her the sign for goodnight and then do one please Jimothy or else I won't be able to stop you from doing something which only works if someone appears or you think they have which is unlikely] Janis: [literally got to see each other in a few so time to go lol] Jimmy: [let's skip to him showing up at 6] Jimmy: Oi Janis: [letting him in as a response 'cos obvs up and ready, likewise gonna make you be top bunk so you have to do the most to be quiet] Jimmy: [we know if he's slept at all it's barely so that'll look legit, casually stripping so you can leave your clothes on the floor for Grace and Co to see which means he has to climb up there in just his pants lol] Janis: [likewise, especially after-all that tension but always really, casually looking away so dramatically as if you don't have to get in that single bed with him now] Jimmy: [looking at her while she's looking away because she hasn't gotten any uglier since you saw her last and you're like well fuck this is gonna be interesting] Janis: [oh lads what have you got yourselves into, coming up and casually giving yourselves as much space as you physically can 'cos not as if they're gonna burst in the door any second now and this is just casual, taking off your top so you're in your bra and shorts moment] Jimmy: [when you don't wanna stare at her doing that so you're looking down and it hits you that you're topless too but there's not a single bruise anywhere there so you're like ! and your hand automatically goes to your neck but your foot nudges her] Janis: [turning 'round like excuse me 'cos think he's just being annoying but then you look and then look some more 'til you're like 'oh' everything whispered as per, so then you look down at your own body like, yeah] Jimmy: [to casually avoid following her gaze down her own body because ofc you don't wanna look don't be silly looking at her hands to see how long her nails are, like are back scratches too far or wtf because this is the life we're living kids] Janis: [pretending you think he means he wants you to choke him and going for the throat 'cos cannot be serious about this rn] Jimmy: [so 😒 because she caught you off guard with that and you nearly said something along the lines of oi or piss off at normal volume so you're mad at yourself for being an amateur] Janis: [gently pushing his shoulder like soz but also come on 'you can go first then'] Jimmy: [pushing her down onto the bed slightly less gently but obvs not hard lol and going for it  because if you start to think or say something you'll be like this is too much wtf is my life rn and then you're look like even more of an amateur] Janis: [when once it's happening, you can bite your lip all you like but you didn't expect the push down so you can't stop yourself from making the noise] Jimmy: [don't worry gal because that noise would have got to him as much as the push got to you and you'll be able to get your own back soon] Janis: [when you don't wanna tell him to stop but that's purely 'cos you need to prove you got this, not that it's enjoyable or anything, nah] Jimmy: [I'm loling because he's really just going to town on her as if anyone's looking that closely even Mia ready to be like I don't think you really hooked up because there isn't a love bite there, I'm so sure a few would get the point across boy but okay] Janis: [like, the state of undress you don't need to be in April cannot be overstated, the teachers are gonna be fuming at the state of you two lmao] Jimmy: [also you don't need to have your hands on her in any way whatsoever while this is happening but you clearly do] Janis: [we doing the most to stay quiet here, like low-key shouldn't you make a little noise so you can be caught but nah, eventually you gotta blurt out 'come on' but do you mean stop or hurry up or more, we'll never know] Jimmy: [when you take it to mean hurry up like she's so over this because there's a big part of you that thinks she's totally faking this, thanks for those issues parentals so you do hurry up/stop losing yourself how you were for a bit there and go back to treating it like a job] Janis: [we can feel the difference and we're, surely not sad, no, who cares, not you babe, in fact, 'my turn' and flipping him so you on top now] Jimmy: [wasn't expecting that after what she said and how he interpreted it so 'fuck' escapes and we know it's not in an angry way] Janis: [just gotta go in on it too 'cos can't be thinking about that or this will go even further right now] Jimmy: [time to bite your own lip really hard jimothy because not only is this gonna feel incredible but when she's moving you can see at least some of the ones you've given her so] Janis: [we're going so much lower than we need to, like they can fill in the gaps without you doing a hickie on his hip like] Jimmy: [RIP this boy cos he's got no clothes on and nowhere to hide] Janis: [soz for the blueballing] Jimmy: [great way to start your day you won't be 😒 at all] Janis: [when it could lowkey be an hour 'til they wake up like what are you gonna do] Jimmy: [not gonna be able to casually nap after that lads] Janis: [have to find a way to fill the time] Jimmy: [we know what you wanna do but no no, gutted that you can't even stress smoke in case you wake her up by going outside] Janis: [lmao drag this out for as long as you can without turning him totally purple] Jimmy: [at least you'll have an excuse to do more on her if she's gone harder on you so you don't have to awkwardly sit there] Janis: [we know you're just making out without making out, like, 'cos no excuse for that] Jimmy: [shameless] Janis: [truly, then we just laying here like, 'cos can't even wake Grace up really 'cos need the others to see too so] Jimmy: [we all know she's not the real target audience, so just awkwardly stare at the ceiling and calm down kids cos it's too risky to look at each other rn] Janis: [or say anything, not just 'cos volume] Jimmy: [mhmm but when you feel up to it Jimothy you can take a look at yourself in your phone camera because DO NOT look at her like it's just a job and you're checking out how well she's done] Janis: [when you force yourself to look in his direction finally, 'cos you don't want him to potentially infer anything from your silence,  so you watch him do this, and then position your body is a mid-fuck kinda position like, go on then and mime 📸] Jimmy: [at least he can throw himself into the technical aspects of this photoshoot moment like a nerd so he doesn't have to think about how good she looks or how lowkey hot it is that you've gotta just move her around] Janis: [we're all pretending this is purely business, taking our own 📸 of him above you with his] Jimmy: [casual excuse to actually kiss for the 📸 which you think will make this tension better but actually makes it worse] Janis: [so 😤 on the low like thanks a lot] Jimmy: [such good practice for when you have to keep making out and breaking apart in the future as the flat whites go to and fro and a flex that you're so unfazed by any of this that you can stop whenever you want because it's SO fake but such agony actually] Janis: [just staying on your phone like this is casual and you have other things to do] Jimmy: [when I'm gonna start a convo purely because he wants her attention lol] Jimmy: nowt we've forgot is there? Janis: don't think so Janis: go down and get your t-shirt for me to protect my modesty once they get here Jimmy: 👍 Janis: you think you're such a pro at cute, suggest away, like Jimmy: can't bring you a ☕ much as they'd think that were #ultimategoals Janis: missing your steamer? Janis: s'nice Jimmy: have to get steamy in the 🚿 when they show up instead then Jimmy: won't be as cute 💔 Janis: don't put yourself down just 'cos they replace serotonin with caffeine 💘 Jimmy: thinking of you having to put up with me in another confined space Janis: I'm not actually getting in the shower with you Jimmy: [really fake shocked face like what??!] Jimmy: tah for clearing that up, mate, could've been a bit awkward Janis: [pushing him like 🙄] Janis: shut up Jimmy: [mimes 🤐 as he pushes her back so that's lowkey sexy excuse you boy] Janis: [turning your back on him like boy bye but there's 0 way that's not a spooning situation so] Jimmy: [living for the excuse to touch her hair because it's in your grill] Janis: you reckon we should Jimmy: ? Janis: 🚿 Janis: or was you joking Jimmy: don't you want a bit of time behind a locked door? Janis: in an ideal world you wouldn't be there but yeah, 'course Jimmy: forget I am Janis: easier said than done Janis: 😏 Jimmy: 👻 Jimmy: shouldn't be no challenge in it Janis: you leave marks Janis: poltergeist motherfucker Jimmy: [does a there there pat on her back] Jimmy: should've stopped me if I hurt you Janis: [kicking back] Janis: yeah right Jimmy: [retaliates like oi] Janis: [playfight 'I'll hurt you'] Jimmy: ['go on' because we're forever one challenge away from going too far] Janis: ['it doesn't count if you ask for it' but we LOOKING at him] Jimmy: [LOOKING back at her because always 'weren't like I said please'] Janis: ['where are your manners?'] Jimmy: [leans way further in than he needs to for whispering 'not that good of an actor' okay we get it Jimothy you think you're so 😎 and a bad boy but you not okay deal with it] Janis: [when you 'ha!' at practically normal volume such is your disbelief at this, sir] Jimmy: [putting a finger to her lips like shh because why just say it when you could be saucy as hell] Janis: [biting said finger as if this will actually hurt and not just add to this vibe alright] Jimmy: [pulling her hair by that same logic] Janis: [matching that 'fuck-' energy of his from earlier but adding '-you' in any vain attempt at saving face as you take his hand from your hair and pin it above your heads] Jimmy: [1000% is allowing this and is about to kiss her so we're gonna have to say that like Grace's alarm goes off or something to remind y'all what you're meant to be doing here] Janis: [when it's fine that the 'shit!' comes out 'cos it's showtime anyways] Jimmy: [pretend to be asleep kids that way you can take a sec and a deep breath] Janis: [lowkey hiding under these covers rn] Jimmy: [#mood cos Grace is gonna be so shook that Jimmy is here] Janis: [like soz girl] Jimmy: [run to the bathroom gal, it's fine he's not looking at you] Janis: [just don't run out screaming tah] Jimmy: [do we wanna say that the flatwhites all assemble here to get ready so they have to put on more of a show or say they show up in a bit so they don't?] Janis: [hmm, oh, maybe for the drama they show up later like let's ride 'cos obviously they don't KNOW this has gone down so then Mia will be really pissed off with Grace like um why did you not tell us so then they'll be being dicks to her again moreso?] Jimmy: [okay I love that, makes Grace get changed because she's mad, fuck you fashion police] Janis: [something even more unsuitable, lucky you don't break a leg she's already clumsy you know this] Jimmy: [also OMG you know we said they should see Mia cheat on Pablo it should be the boy that Grace was flirting with when they won that activity] Janis: [deffo, like that's what you get] Jimmy: [but for now she's in the bathroom getting ready with music on so like enjoy your awks alone time JJ] Janis: [at least you can get up, 'cos you know she'll be ages, and open the window to get some air] Jimmy: [lowkey just waking your siblings up for school like oi don't be late without me there or sort you out] Jimmy: [*to] Janis: [putting his top on for now, even if it's purely to whip it off when the flat whites arrive 'cos that effortless ladies, cry about it] Jimmy: [like you could put your trousers on boy but we know you won't] Janis: [like makes sense for your purpose but it's so distracting] Jimmy: [clearly you hope it is cos you're still dying over everything that happened and don't wanna be the only one] Janis: [we know you both are but keep doing the most to hide it like that's even possible god bless] Jimmy: [just casually making himself so comfy in this bed she got out of like everything's fine] Janis: [shaking her head] Jimmy: [a look like what?] Janis: [quieter but no need to whisper fully 'do this often?'] Jimmy: [says the 'what?' this time] Janis: [eyes in the direction of the bathroom like, let's not give the whole thing away, yeah 'you know'] Jimmy: ['what kind of question's that?' because imagine if that was the life he was living just fake girlfriends everywhere lol] Janis: [shrugs 'you look very at home'] Jimmy: [🙄 as he makes himself even more comfy, like there's no way he could actually get any sleep til the flatwhites come but that's what he's pretending] Janis: [tuts 'my bed, you know'] Jimmy: [eyes closed and a fake yawn 'not a very #goals attitude that, meant to be about what's yours being mine, as my missus'] Janis: ['yeah, well, I'm meant to hog the covers, not you the entire bed'] Jimmy: ['come here then'] Janis: [human equivalent of ?] Jimmy: [makes space for her and pulls back the covers like you heard me] Janis: [you know this isn't a good idea but look weird if you don't now, like sure let's totally snooze mhmm] Jimmy: [deliberately chucking all the covers over her like 😏] Janis: [cocoons self 'thanks, dick'] Jimmy: [pulls them back off and you think he's gonna start a playfight or be a dick in some way but he just takes the t-shirt off her and throws it back on the floor as if they are actually gonna fall asleep and miss the flatwhites arrival in any way, we see you boy, how intimate and suggestive of you] Janis: [just staring, shooketh 'I might've been cold'] Jimmy: [tucks her back in cos you're a soft boy and you have to make sure she isn't just in case she wasn't joking and snuggling into her because 1.warmth 2. you don't know how long Grace takes in the bathroom 3.lack of space doesn't really give you a choice but to spoon] Janis: ['so weird, new boy' but soft and letting it all happen, obvs] Jimmy: [shhing her but even softer because their weirdness is meant to be a secret if they are gonna be goals and also duh it's sleepy time™ except not at all] Janis: [pressing back into him and turning your head back purely to whisper 'and rude' like gurl] Jimmy: [making a sound because of that movement that we can try and pretend is an exasperated sigh but obviously isn't] Janis: [shhing him like 😏] Jimmy: [writes some kind of insult on her with his fingertip than she won't be able to make out because it's the first time basically] Janis: [excessive wriggling like don't tickle me] Jimmy: [DYING rn so he can't even say anything or do anything but try not to die] Janis: ['shell be forever, you know'] Jimmy: [me just like oh no how am I gonna cockblock this and it's literally been a day lol] Janis: ['your roommate won't be up, is what I'm saying, if we've got any chance of getting a shower today'] Jimmy: [just looking at her because the last thing you wanna do rn is move unless it's closer to her but she obviously can't see you looking at her so you have to say something boy 'you don't reckon that might wake him up?'] Janis: ['I don't reckon he fancies you so much he'll get out of his pit just to 'catch' you in the shower, no' pausing for a bit before shrugging 'it was your idea, like'] Jimmy: ['my idea for when we had an audience' but shrugs back] Janis: ['I'm going then, before we do, be right back' getting up] Jimmy: [obvs going with cos he doesn't wanna stay here on his own] Janis: ['can take it in turns, I weren't saying-' gestures like you know, even though you definitely were you've taken his response as a message to cool down, getting your toiletries and heading for the door] Jimmy: [following her as soon as you've got enough clothes on] Janis: [sneksnek] Jimmy: [take a cold shower it's very much needed] Janis: [let you go first boy] Jimmy: [please don't take forever or she's just there watching her cousin sleep] Janis: [bit weird lmao] Jimmy: [imagine how awks when he comes out and she goes in and they just do that switcharoo that'd be weird too] Janis: [hope you've put more clothes on, you definitely haven't] Jimmy: [soz not soz] Janis: you can go back if you want Janis: or go, if you're over it Jimmy: over what? Janis: waiting for them Janis: we've done shit they'll see still regardless Jimmy: are you saying you're over it? Janis: I'm saying you don't need to sit there whilst I shower if you don't wanna Jimmy: I don't need to do owt I don't want to, and I don't need you to tell me that Jimmy: if you're gonna be ages like your sister, say so Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: don't get your hair wet unless you wanna fake some weird kink, we're meant to be asleep Janis: now you wanna tell me what to do, cam down Jimmy: you started it Janis: God, I was just saying Jimmy: just leave it out instead Janis: whatever Jimmy: it ain't my fault they ain't about yet Janis: it's not mine, either Jimmy: and I ain't being a dickhead to you about it Janis: 1. I weren't, I was literally saying go if you're fed up, how is that anything but polite? 2. hate to see you being a dickhead then Jimmy: 1. Bollocks weren't you, you're saying go 'cause you're fed up which ain't polite when we've got a plan and if we weren't gonna stick to it I wouldn't have bothered to show up at 6 when we could've just pissed about during this punishment Jimmy: 2. yeah, you would Janis: That is not what I'm saying, I'm saying I'm having a shower, that's it Jimmy: if you'd cracked on instead of getting a mard on, you'd be done by now Janis: shut up Jimmy: you Janis: I'm serious Jimmy: me an' all Jimmy: stop pissing about Janis: I know how long she takes, you don't Jimmy: I don't care Janis: then I don't care how long I take in relation to you Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [obviously taking longer than you would have but nowhere near Grace levels of long 'cos just not that bitch, casually walking past him back to your room like let's get this done] Jimmy: [follows her again] Janis: [has got hair wet, suck it, got to pretend we had that steamy shower sesh we didn't have there] Jimmy: [is 😒] Janis: [likewise, we'll let the flat whites show as you're drying off said hair like 'good morning ladies'] Jimmy: [at least you can pretend you're 😒 to see them] Janis: [making some joke about morning coffee as you go over to him and hold his face, really like, get it together but fake loving upon him 'cos just so cute] Jimmy: [taking the excuse she's given you to kiss her because you've wanted to for an age] Janis: [enjoy, they're stunned silent rn anyway so take your chance kids] Jimmy: [we know that's why you're really 😒 Jimothy so it'll be an amazing kiss that Mia will just love to witness] Janis: [being so vocal in her disgust 'cos massive snitch and wants them to get caught again] Jimmy: [and not at all casually knocking on the bathroom door cos raging at Grace but she assumes it's Janis so she's like excuse you] Janis: [telling her where the nearest loo is, 'if you're that desperate, like' and smugly reclining on Grace's bunk so the rest of you have to stand around awkwardly in this room that is not big enough for all these people remotely] Jimmy: [Grace doing such an affectionate eye roll at JJ cos you know they being coupley af like she ships it so hard cos 1. she do 2. she doesn't fancy jimmy she's just not a dick to people who serve her coffee and 3. fuck you Mia] Janis: [just cuddling on this bed like y'all not even here and we're just having a moment] Jimmy: [whispering flatwhite shade that you can pretend is sweet nothings cos they'd be so annoyed they can't hear what you're saying] Janis: [giggiling in such an un-you way but it is funny, obvs] Jimmy: [Grace I'm calling you out for not knowing this is fake after hearing that except I'm not because you're not that invested and are just getting ready like a normal person] Jimmy: [shoutout to Jimmy for drawing yet more attention to these lovebites by touching and kissing them in a really soft way like oh I'm so sorry I've got no chill, I hope it doesn't hurt lol lol lol] Janis: [maybe that's how she be with boys, you don't know, let you off gal] Janis: [when you acting like oh my god, gotta hide them but in that LOOK kinda way] Jimmy: [I think Mia should be trying to get Ella or whoever to dob them in for Jimmy being there and Grace is just like chill so they're lowkey having a row in the bathroom] Janis: ['wanna go for breakfast?']

[platonicone]

Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 27 - When need becomes want

What is a cure for longing? I wonder…

The Sun was beating down brightly, peeking through the curtains. All the birds, who wakes people up with their melodies, had retreated to their nest. Aranea impatiently knocked at the door to Squall’s room.

A relentless banging on the door finally woke up Squall from his slumber.

He groggily got up and made his way towards the door to stop the annoying banging. He opened the door, still half asleep.

“Come on, wake up sleepyhead. It’s way past noon,” she announced, irritated.

“Already?” he whined, rubbing his eyes.

“You know, it's not nice to keep a lady waiting. We had a date this morning,” Aranea teased, leaning against the door.

“Sorry, I overslept,” he confessed, sheepishly.

“It’s alright. I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back in a couple of hours. We can go sightseeing then,” she suggested.

“No. He does not step outside of this manor until our medics have checked him,” Luna contested, approaching from behind. “Squall, are you sure you are okay? It is unlike you to sleep so much.”

“I am fine,” he reassured.

“I am worried about you. I know what kind of toll it takes to heal someone,” she raised her concern.

“How did you know?”

“I can sense when Oracle’s powers are used,” she lied, and he bought it. “I’ll have our best medics check on you immediately,” she spoke with urgency, still not making eye contact with Squall.

“I am okay,” he tried to reassure. “I was just tired, that’s all.”

“And you were unconscious for a long time before that. You are getting checked by our medics and that’s final. No more argument.” Her authoritative voice which left no room for disagreement.

“You are not even married and she scolds you like a wife,” Aranea added in a mischievous voice.

“Whatever,” Squall remarked, getting annoyed.

“Squall, you should go freshen up. I’ll have Maria set up the lunch and our medics will come to check on you after that,” Luna proposed.

“Fine,” he resigned.

“I guess we’ll take our tour in the evening,” Aranea said with a shrug.

Squall nodded and retreated to his room.

After getting ready, he went straight to the dining room and found Luna waiting on the table. He looked at the huge standing clock in the room it showed 2 p.m.

“You should have eaten already. It’s 2 p.m., you didn’t have to wait,” he noted, sitting down on the chair.

“I was busy, I just got free,” she spoke, staring at her empty dish.

The retainer quickly brought out food and served them. Maria brought out a special soup for Squall and served him.

After taking just one spoon of it, Squall immediately recognized that taste. He asked, “Did you make it?”

Even though Luna was not looking at Squall, she knew this question was intended for her. Luna glared at Maria, and she responded, “I-I m-made it, Master Squall. Is it not to your liking?”

“It is perfect,” he admitted.

The the corners of her eyes crinkled, and a tiny smile of satisfaction formed on Luna’s lips, which she tried to conceal quickly. Noticing that, Squall said, looking at Luna, “Thank you, Maria.”

“Y-You are most welcome master Squall,” Maria replied nervously.

The rest of the lunch was quiet and uneventful. As soon as the lunch was over, Luna quickly left, giving no chance to Squall to strike any conversation.

Squall retreated to his room where medics were waiting for him.

His medical checkup lasted a lot longer than he would have liked. By the time they were finished, Aranea was already waiting for him.

“Ready to go scar-face?”

“Yeah, can’t get out of this manor soon enough,” he complained.

“Lucky for you, Aranea is here for your rescue,” she declared, giving a thumbs up. “We really need to get you some new clothes. You’ve been wearing that ever since Fociaugh Hollow and it’s starting to stink.” She said jokingly, pinching her nose.

“Whatever,” he shook his head, brushing off her criticism.

Together they made their way out of the manor and into the streets. Upon closer inspection, he found that what appeared to be a floating island were mostly supporting by a column of naturally formed rocks. This whole structure seemed to defy gravity as the top of the column was wide enough to support an entire town, and it got narrower as it reached the ground. This oddity alone made for a spectacular view. The entire town was connected via bridges.

The town looked even more beautiful than what he saw from the balcony of his room. The streets were full of street vendors selling a variety of products such as household items, food, clothes, and herbal medicines. Like rivers merge into the sea, all the bridges converged at the center square.

It was a huge open area with a gigantic fountain in the center and lush green grass surrounding it. The kids played around the fountain, splashing each other with water. The teenager played various games in whatever open space they found. Youth can be seen strolled around with hand in hand. Families huddled together in a picnic. The spectrum of whole life was visible in this area.

There was one bridge to the north which leads to a temple. Hymns from there could be heard in the center square, in spite of all the ambient noise. All these elements combined to create a serene environment.

“To think that war could destroy all this peace,” he commented with a heavy heart.

“A few people’s lust for power can destroy so many lives. War promises the everlasting peace for the victor, but in reality, the only thing war leaves behind is chaos.”

“How ironic that we destroy peace with the promise to create more peace in the future,” he summed up his thoughts, as they moved through the crowd.

He noticed an elevated platform at the far end of the fountain, which he figured must be used to address the congruent mass.

As they moved through the town, Squall couldn’t help but notice the intimidating presence of the Empire soldiers on every juncture.

“Do you normally have so many Neiflhem troops here?”

“Tenebrae is a sacred ground where pilgrims from all over the world get together. The Empire had agreed to have minimum surveillance and occupation here. However, under the pretense of protecting the Oracle due to recent events, the Empire has deployed a whole regiment here. As long as they can keep the Oracle confined to Tenebrae, she is not a threat to them.”

“But Luna’s next covenant is in Altissia. If they block off all the points of exit, that might be a problem.”

“Yes, we are aware of it and we are trying to find a solution for it,” she revealed, getting in a line at one of the food stalls.

Squall gave her a quizzical look.

“This right here is the best street food in Tenebrae.”

They grabbed a bite and then proceeded to an apparel store to get a new wardrobe for Squall.

After sightseeing the town, they finally returned to the manor.

“So....should we?” she asked with a playful wink.

“W-What?”

“You know. I picked you up from your home. I took you on this wonderful date. And now that we are back, do I get a kiss? Or do we go straight to your room? I am sure Luna won’t mind,” she teased.

Squall was shell-shocked to hear that. His face turned beet red in an instant. Looking at his reaction, Aranea broke into a burst of uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh God! You should have seen your face,” she managed to say that between her laughs. “If I knew that’s all it takes to embarrass you, I would have done it sooner.”

Squall was enraged, but he masked his emotions. He stepped forward and took both of her hands in his hand gently. He looked straight into her eyes and said, “Aranea, I have a confession to make.”

Aranea’s laughter disappeared in an instance.

“Ever since I saw the first time, I knew you were special.”

“Oh no,” she mumbled, as dread filled her eyes, but Squall was reluctant to let go of her hands.

“The way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile, and your sense of humor, it all,” he paused for dramatic effect as he saw the color drain from Aranea’s face. “It all makes my blood boil and I hate you so much.”

“Oh, thank God!” she exhaled loudly. “Hate is good. For a while, I thought you were going to say something stupid. It scared the crap out of me.”

“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” he replied with a smirk.

“You son of a--,” instead of finishing her sentence, she kicked him hard in his shins.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“I don’t know, but it felt like you deserved it.”

“What kind of logic is that?” he complained, hobbling on one leg.

“Whatever!”

“Hey, that’s my line,” he protested.

“Whatever,” she repeated slowly.

Once Squall and Aranea parted ways, he went inside the castle. He took a peek at the chamber room and Luna was busy dealing with various delegates. She looked tired. Their eyes briefly meet and she smiled before quickly attending the guests.

He got changed into new cloth, which for the most part was very similar to what he already had. There was still some time till dinner, so Squall decided to explore the manor.

He could oversee a huge garden in the back of the manor, but the door leading to it was locked. That garden looked very familiar to him.

He ventured further into the manor and eventually discovered the royal library. He decided to take a look inside. From the looks of it, half of the library seems to be renovated, perhaps from the fire 12 years ago, he thought. The royal library seemed to contain every book imaginable. Perhaps the only book Squall could use right now was ‘how to understand women.’ Even since waking up on the train, Luna had been avoiding him, and he did not have the slightest idea why. He spends the rest of his evening browsing through various books.

One of the retainers came looking for him when it was time for dinner. Upon entering the dining room, he saw that there were many people already sitting at the table.

‘Great, another awkward dinner.’ He thought.

As expected, the dinner was rather dull with the royals talking among themselves about topics he was least interested in. Without Luna to talk to, he was starting to feel like an outsider. 'No wonder Aranea never stays here.'

As soon as he finished the meal, the medic from earlier came over and gave him two pills. Not wanting to make a scene, he took the medicine and quickly exited the room.

He stood on the balcony of his room, looking around absentmindedly. In matter of a few days he went from being an integral part of Luna's life to an observer. He felt that Luna needed him before, but now he was not sure if she even want him around. They were drifting apart and he wanted to know why. He needed to know why she was distancing herself from him. His mind was confused and his heart was in pain.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly as Gentiana walked from behind him and joined him in the stargazing.

“What are you doing here?” Squall asked, surprised to see her.

“I felt your loneliness, so I came to be with you.”

“How did you know?”

“Squall, I am always with you,” she chuckled. “Since I am still junctioned to you, a form of me lives in your mind. I feel all your pain, joy, sadness, and love. I experience it all with you.”

“When you say it like that it sounds very creepy,” he remarked.

“Such is the nature of junctioning. We get to experience what it is like to be human and in return, you get to use our powers,” she spoke with her eyes closed.

“Hmm.”

There was silence once again.

“Squall, I was worried about you.”

“Why?”

“After a very long time, I experienced what fear felt like. When you were suffering at the hands of Ramuh, I was afraid that you might die. I felt your pain and anguish. I wanted to help, I did. But I couldn’t. My duty is to observe and guide humanity and not to interfere with it directly,” she confessed, her internal turmoil was evident in her voice.

“Unable to act on your feelings because you are bound by your duty, I think I can relate to that.”

“How do you find courage when facing your own mortality? You knew that you could have died, so why go through it? Are you not afraid of death?”

“I am afraid of death, just like everyone else. But sometimes you have to ask yourself, is my cause worth dying for?” He stated.

“I do not understand.”

“The thing with mortality is that there is no escaping it. You know someday you are going to die, but you try to make the best out of the limited time you have. You try to give some meaning to your life. Some people find meaning in wealth, accomplishments, friends and family, spirituality, or helping others. At that moment I just had to find my own calling.”

“And what was yours?”

“We all live for ourselves but to live for the betterment of others is a noble cause. One small sacrifice to the betterment of the world. That was my calling.”

“For you, it was more than just that, was it not?” she probed.

“When you care for someone deeply, you find the courage to overcome your fears.”

“You have changed, Squall. You have changed so much. Last time you said, ‘the hell with the world. If she is not with me then what does the world mean to me?’ And now you are willing to sacrifice yourself for the same world. That is admirable.”

“Speaking of that, what exactly happened 'last time’? Why do Astrals want me dead? Who is Arydran, and why does he think we fought together? Why did Ramuh say that I escaped from Bahamut’s exile? What is going on here?” He had asked all these questions before, but Gentiana had avoided answering them every time. He was hoping it would be different this time.

“What is with humans and their fascination with the past?” she wondered.

“I don’t know much about humanity, but if someone is out there to kill me, I'd like to know why.”

“The ‘last time’ as you call it, we refer to it as the Omen,” Gentiana revealed. “Omen was a failed timeline where the prophecy failed and the world was plunged into the darkness.”

“And the Astrals thinks that the prophecy failed because of me?” he questioned.

“You played a key role, one could say.”

“The hell with the world. If she is not with me then what does the world mean to me?” he repeated her line from earlier. “Who is she?”

“She is someone with whom your destiny has been intertwined for eons.”

“That still does not answer who is it?”

“That is for you to figure out,” she replied with slight hostility in her voice. Her tone took Squall by surprised, and he decided not to push this topic any further.

“From what I can gather, Astrals assigned me a mission, and I failed, which plunged the world into the darkness. So now they want revenge. That much makes sense. But you are an Astral too, how come you don’t want to hurt me?”

“Because I,” she seemed to at a loss of words. “Because I am different,” she said, looking at him.

“How? Why?”

“Why the sudden interest in me? I thought we were talking about you?” she tactfully dodged the question.

They must have chatted for at least half an hour before Squall said, “Hey, thanks for coming. It felt great to just let it all out.”

“Anything to put your heart at ease,” she replied with a smile.

“We should do this often,” he proposed.

“I've waited millennia to hear that,” she replied joyfully.

“You are very cryptic and strange sometimes,” he noted, shaking his head.

She smiled and disappeared, leaving behind spectral ice particles suspended in the air.

Squall went back inside the room and lay flat on his bed. “Why can’t anything ever be simple in my life,” he thought as he stared at the ceiling. He fell asleep shortly after.

The next day, he met up with Aranea at their designated training ground. He was still recovering from Ramuh’s attack, but he figured the best way to get back in shape would be by training.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” Aranea warned as she readied her spear.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he replied, drawing out his gunblade.

She embodies the classic Dragoon class, able to fight airborne, uses jump attacks, wears black armor and wields a lance.

As their duel began, he quickly realized that she was very agile and powerful. Her signature attack is Highwind.

“Did you know that your girlfriend is setting up a healing camp?” she informed him during sparring.

“No way, she is not fit enough for that,” he remarked, as their weapons clashed.

“Tell that to her. We all tried, but she wouldn’t listen. She gave us the same long speech about looking to ease the suffering of others rather than protecting ourselves,” she spoke, deflecting Squall’s attack.

“She can be so unreasonable sometimes,” he stated, blocking her attack.

“You should talk to her,” she suggested.

“I would if she let me. She would do anything to avoid me, it seems,” he revealed.

“What did you do?” she asked, as their weapons clashed again.

“I wish I knew,” he admitted. “I saved her life, and now she is mad at me. I don’t understand women.”

“Ha ha ha,” she laughed mockingly before launching another volley of attacks.

Once his training was done, he returned to the castle around noon. Their meals were quickly becoming a public affair as dignitaries from many provinces joined them frequently. Luna seemed preoccupied with arranging everything for the healing camp.

Squall was once again alone in his room. With nothing to do and no one to hang out with, he was bored out of his mind. Luckily, the atmosphere suddenly got cold around him.

“Gentiana,” he uttered. “I was starting to think that you would not come.”

“I did not know you were waiting for me,” she remarked as a small smile played on her lips.

“Do you want to go for a walk? I feel like a prisoner in this castle,” he proposed.

“Sure, anything to ease your heart.”

Their walk was a perfect calibration of silently accompanying someone and infrequent chat. Even though they did not speak much, they both seemed to enjoy each other’s company.

The next day was the start of a week-long healing camp. He’d hoped that he could talk some sense into her as blessings can take a severe toll on her health, but she had avoided him successfully.

Pilgrims from all over the world flocked to get her blessings. Her day started early with a healing session followed by rest to recover her strength. She would have her lunch at the campsite, and it was followed by another healing session and rest. Their dinner was followed by the same pattern. She only came back to the castle to sleep at night.

At least he used to see Luna at their meals, but even that had stopped now. Even since he woke up, not once did he have a proper conversation with Luna. He needed to know why she was avoiding him, but he would have to wait for the right moment as they were constantly surrounded by people.

Since Luna was always busy, Leon’s day was divided into two halves. Training with Aranea in morning and evening strolls with Gentiana.

His conversation with Gentiana was often very philosophical in nature. Gentiana would often talk about topics such as immortality, karma, spirituality, morality, the meaning of life, etc. While Squall would often talk about duty, dedication, seeking happiness, processing emotions, etc.

One day while returning from their evening stroll, Gentiana suddenly said, “Thank you, for being such a great teacher.”

“What did I teach you?” he asked confused.

“I find it very difficult to understand human emotions. When I try to follow other humans, I get overwhelmed by their emotions. With you, it’s easier to follow since you suppress your emotions so much. It’s like you only process one emotion at a time, which makes it easier for me to learn.”

“Hey! I am more complicated than that,” he protested.

“I believe an appropriate response to that is,” she paused. “Whatever,” she said, imitating Squall.

Squall gave out a sigh, “Looks like I did teach you something after all.”

Gentiana couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. This was the first time he had heard her laugh. Her divine laugh was nothing short of a melody.

He just shook his head, and they continued their evening stroll.

It was morning. The Sun peeked through the sky provided gentle warmth. The sky was different shades of orange. The birds were singing their melodies. A distant hymn echoed through Tenebrae. It was a serene morning, but it was ruined by the frequent clanging of metal.

Squall and Aranea were sparring as per their morning routine.

Aranea had knocked down Squall, which infuriated him. He launched a volley of relentless attacks, forcing Aranea to go on defense.

“Good. Looks like you are recovering your strength,” she praised, blocking his attack.

“Still a long way to go,” he admitted, thrusting his gunblade forward.

“There are still two more days left for the healing camp. How about we take a field trip tomorrow,” she asked, deflecting his attack.

His eyes lit up upon hearing that.

“I am rather bored here, let’s do it,” he affirmed, as their weapons clashed again. “Where are we going?”

“We’ll go treasure hunting for Frozen Tear of Shiva. Tomorrow at 7 a.m.,” she stated, pushing him back.

“Can’t wait.”

During his evening stroll with Genitana he asked her about something Aranea had mentioned in the morning. “Gentiana, what is Frozen tear?”

“Where did you hear that?” she asked, with her eyes closed.

“Aranea told me about it.”

She chuckled in response. “When Shiva’s heart was filled with pain, she cried. Human calls her tears Frozen tear.”

“I did not know that Astrals cried,” he stated bluntly.

“Although we don’t experience the range of emotions that humans do, we do feel some basic emotions like love, hate, anger and kindness to name a few.”

“Why would you cry? You are an Astral,” he asked, still not grasping the concept of mighty Astrals crying like humans.

“Just as humans, when the pain becomes unbearable, tears escape from my eyes,” she said looking at him.

“When were you in such pain?”

“First was when I saw Hyne die in front of my eyes. Next, was when Niflheim attacked me.”

“I wonder how does it—” he was about to say something when Gentiana raised her hand, indicating him to stop.

“We are being watched,” she proclaimed. Her eyes were scanning their surroundings.

“We are in the center square, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims. Of course, we are being watched,” Squall dismissed her caution.

“No, its him. He is here, I can sense him.”

“Who?”

“The Usurper is watching us.”

Author's notes:

So, what do you think about this chapter? Let me know in your comments below. If you don't have much to say then at least say 'Hi' so I know someone is reading this. It would really brighten my day. Thanks :)

PS: I was wondering if someone can make me an image of Squall x Luna for this story. I would be very grateful for that. Thanks in advance.

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[inflammatoryfandomblog]

on blake and running away

this post will be just me rambling about some tension i’ve noticed in the show for the longest time, yeah? i'm not trying to like, take people’s favorite characters away from them or whatever, but it’s me trying to come to terms with the fact that “running away” seems to be a very common theme for WBY... and for BY, it’s handled a bit oddly.

adam is mentioned as a matter of course, but i don’t really look at him the way you are used to--i don’t talk about the race stuff at all. i exclusively look at his abuse to Blake here; let it not be said that i’m so hung up on the race stuff that i ignore this part of his character. but if talk about abuse triggers you, you may not want to read this--it doesn’t really talk about personal experience at all and it’s not graphic, but this is a deeply personal Topic so i will warn you right now.

since this is long (no, really, it’s long as hell because it takes some explaining, and it’s more me trying to wrap my head around this than coming to a conclusion), i’ll stick it under a readmore:

Hello there!

Now, let’s all get on the same page, shall we? We all know that Adam’s a slimy creep in the show, right? And that most of his words to Blake should be taken in the context of what he intends to do and comes forth from his character?

This is a pretty basic observation... the things that characters say can be safely assumed to have a purpose in some way. Like Adam saying “my dear” or “wow we finally have alone time!” or whatever crap isn’t meant to be taken at face value as romantic, right? In fact, because Adam is (supposed to be) charismatic and an emotional abuser, you should generally assume there is some ulterior motive to what he says. (If this isn’t obvious to you, see Blake telling Yang that Adam only has power because of his manipulation in the Brunswick Arc.)

Which kind of strikes me as weird because... this isn’t really in line with how the writer’s depend on Adam’s dialogue sometimes? At certain points you’re supposed to take his framing as basically true--think of when he yells “what does she even see in you?” which ... is supposed to be taken by the audience as “see, even Adam sees their relationship, in case you haven’t gotten it yet!” rather than the kind of meaningless unhinged statement an abusive, jealous controlling asshole would make,

And like, if it were limited to rare instances like this, I wouldn’t really care about it that much, I would just take the unnatural dialogue as the audience clue-ins they’re meant to be and take Adam’s talkativeness in the final fight as RT being excited that Garrett Hunter can finally do the bare minimum of voice acting. But the reason it bugs me is because Adam was previously used to outright tell us Blake’s supposed character flaw of running away and we were just... supposed to take it at face value?

So, Adam constantly taunts Yang during their volume 6 fight, reminding her of Beacon to no end. And if you know Adam’s character, you’d know that this is meant to be intimidating shit-talking to Yang and to get her to attack him. It’s not even really subtle. “You’re a coward! Just like [Blake]” etc etc etc

(The fact that it doesn’t really work at all in this fight and he fucking keeps taunting her even when it clearly doesn’t work is the reason why Adam is annoying as hell during that fight. I’m salty that I was forced to be put through his voice acting, yes, I’m allowed to be petty.)

Remember this line of dialogue from him, because it’ll be important later: “You’re a coward! Just like her!” He frames her running away as a flaw pretty consistently, and this actually lines up with her character arc:

So flashback to the earlier volumes, right? Blake’s self-identified flaw is that she “always runs away” in volume 2. In that infamous volume 3 fight, Adam says, in response to Blake’s “I’m not running!”: “You will.” And that’s what happens, and it’s supposed to fuel most of the Yang-Blake drama in subsequent volumes. 

Volume 4 has Blake outright say that the reason she ran away was because she wants her friends to hate her so they can be safe, and Sun basically tells her, “you don’t have to be alone, your friends are here.”

In volume 5, Yang reinforces that this is supposed to be a trait of Blake, and it’s also framed negatively: “she ran!” Now Weiss contextualizes this in their talk by basically saying that Blake is lonely and she ran away because she wanted to protect them, and Yang repeats the whole notion of “she doesn’t have to run! We were here for her.” In that very same volume, Blake  “now he can see what it feels like to run away” when she successfully out-organizes Adam. The parallel between Blake now having Support and Backup and Therefore She Doesn’t Need to Run Away Anymore, while Adam Lost His Influence and Therefore Must Run Away.

In the V6 ending  song “Nevermore,” Blake’s first singing part implies that her running away is a character flaw that she got over by killing Adam:

Will I be afraid (Adrienne) Nor will I run away (Casey) It's behind me (Adrienne + Casey) Freedom is finally here (Casey)

So it’s clear that the story the show wants you to take away from this is that Blake always runs away because she views herself as a burden to her friends and won’t let them help her, and she needs to open up more and be more confident in her value as a person and push people away. Her arc is about that in volume 5, where she defeats people via the Power of Friendship. She spells out her character arc to Sun in volume 5, chapter 5:

“I’m going to try and help [Ilia] the way you helped me. You showed me that sometimes you need to be there for a friend even when they don’t want you to be. I was drowning in guilt and fear, and I tried to push you away, but you didn’t give up on me. And I can’t give up on Ilia; it’s about time I saved my friends for once.”

Blake’s character arc post-season 3 revolves around being comfortable with relying on support and supporting others, and that helpfully stops her from running away and lets her face her big problems. 

This would all be all well and good if it weren’t for the fact that running away actually isn’t the bad thing that the show tries to frame it to be, if you were to judge by what actually happened in the events of the show and the actions of other characters, and this is where my big beef with Blake’s arc comes from. I’m going to argue that running away wasn’t actually a character flaw Blake had at all, and the show treating it as such is it basically siding with Adam on this particular issue.

Blake has run away 3 times in the show’s runtime thus far.

1. The first time was in the Black Trailer

2. The second time is in volume 1 when she inadvertently reveals herself as an ex-White Fang member to Weiss

3. The last time is during the epilogue to volume three when she absconds to Menagerie

All three instances were actually valid and ended up being good for Blake. (1) is her escaping an abusive relationship. (2) leads to her finding Sun and opening up to a fellow faunus for once. (3) is Blake running away back to a support system she already had--her parents, who are pretty loving and accepting of her. The fact that she ran away might be the best thing Blake did--yeah, it wasn’t perfect, Yang was hurt--but objectively, Blake reconnected with the people who love her unconditionally and she was also there to save her parents from being murdered by Adam.

To pile on to these instances, Blake’s personality is actually rather confrontational. She constantly gets in arguments with Weiss in volume 1, and in volume 2, her character arc is basically her freaking out because they weren’t doing enough about Torchwick. 

But but but--! I hear the objection to this statement--Blake in volume 2 herself said that she always runs away from her problems! Checkmate atheists!

Well, dear reader, it’s not. Self-perception isn’t necessarily always true, especially if you’ve been emotionally abused before, as Blake has been. In volume 2, Blake sees herself as a coward who runs away all the time even though this is directly contradicted by her personality and actions.

Now, who in her past might benefit from framing “running away” as a bad thing? That leaving him to “run away” to other people means she’s a coward?

If you bothered to remember the quote I told you to remember earlier, it’s Adam! Adam stands everything to gain by telling Blake that running away is Bad; stay with me, Blake, don’t run and abandon me like your parents did. This would be the most striking and lasting example of emotional abuse, directly related to Blake’s self-perception and tying into a lot of the things she does in the show.

Would be. But the show sort sides with Adam here--running away is Bad. Adam is, according to the explicit messages of RWBY, what the show wants you to believe, right in saying that Blake always runs away. 

But she doesn’t. Hell, she doesn’t even run away from him when the going gets tough, and Adam himself doesn’t even believe that Blake is a coward. Remember the first time she him saw in in volume 3? They were really far apart and Blake could have just ran, but Adam stabbed a random civvie knowing that Blake would rush in to protect him. And like clockwork, Blake indeed did attack Adam to try to prevent harm.

(And yes, Adam used the exact same trick to lure Yang into attacking him, except instead of stabbing a nondescript extra, he stabbed Blake. Connections!)

This kind of stuff partially why I’ve always been uncomfortable with the abuse backstory, because much like the racism stuff that I have a problem with, the show just... ignores the big elephant in the room. Blake already had this self-image discrepancy going on in the first 3 volumes, but it never properly gets addressed again. Like with the violent-but-not-extremist White Fang and Sienna, it gets a throwaway line to explain its absence: “Yeah, look, Adam called Yang a coward! We’ll just vaguely nod at this!” But Blake’s arc proper? There’s nothing about coming to terms with her running away or using it as a concrete in-story example of her untangling Adam’s abuse--that might actually get people uncomfortable, you see--so it slowly gets morphed into the safer and easier plotline of “see, you just need to let yourself rely on people!”

And it’s weird that it got dropped so easily because “running away” is pretty much a... not a theme, but a thing three of the four main girls have going on. Yang has abandonment issues because her mother up and ran away--in fact, the language of how Running Away is Bad and Cowardly is brought up in the talk-ju-jitsu scene with Raven. 

This is probably the easiest connection in the world to make--Raven and Blake both ran away, but as far as Yang is concerned, it’s okay with Blake because... “she came back,” which... uh??? uhhhh???? It uncritically accepts that Running Away is a Bad Thing--it’s the coming back part (which wasn’t even an intentional thing on Blake’s end; she didn’t even know RWBY would be there) that “redeems” Blake’s sin--see Yang’s “you came back!” and Weiss’s “she will [come back.]”

Which... is actually kind of weird in light of how Running Away vis-a-vis Blake is handled (ie, she gets the notion that it’s a bad thing from Adam--but certainly she shouldn’t go back to him). The show didn’t need to do everything in its power to frame Running Away as a bad thing; it could acknowledge that while it may hurt somebody, running away is sometimes the best thing you can do, and this could actually tie into Yang’s abandonment issues, because if there was a character that also needed untangling with the concept of Running Away, it was her. 

But it seems like Blake and Yang won’t really talk about any of this in the future, because we can’t have conflict because of people’s differing experiences with running away, apparently. Blake’s act at the end of volume 3 did hurt Yang and potentially... swept under the rug, because Blake Came Back, Guys! We can put a ring on it now. Because getting over abuse is always straightforward, you will never make mistakes trying to heal yourself, and there are never hard decisions to make! 

I never see people talk about this, so maybe it’s worth a mention. But Weiss is also technically guilty of Running Away--from an abusive household, in this case, much like her sister. And here, much like with Blake, it’s a good thing. But with Weiss, the narrative actually admits that leaving was the right thing to do for herself and her character arc is actually about that. So it’s exceedingly strange for me that Blake doing the exact thing Weiss does is a “flaw” she had to get over, instead of something that could be looked at and digested.

Blake’s experience with abuse is an element that never seemed to really resonate with me personally, because what I saw on screen and what was implied didn’t add up perfectly. I like the message of “support systems matter” of Blakes volume 4-5 arc in concept, but it never felt exactly right, because what Blake actually resolved and what was visibly her problem never felt 1:1 to me. 

#rwde #me.txt #rwby #begone thought #dumbassessays

[sourwolfstories]

Hey! Can you rec some sterek university AUs pls? Thanks you!

Oh boy… okay so this is one of my favorite tropes and I have a crap ton of these. I couldn’t fit all of my faves on here (well i could have but it would have taken forever and the list would have been HUGE) but here are several for you to enjoy!! :)

No Homo by orphan_account

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.Derek is the fool who replies.

It Started With A Whisper by allyasavedtheday, warmth

“I’m Stiles, by the way. In case you did, you know, need something, cause Librarian is kind of an old lady term and… yeah. So, Stiles. S-T-I-L-E-S, like that one dude in that band from the UK.”

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are both in college, Stiles is the school’s librarian, and Derek is just trying to study.

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

Maybe by MellytheHun

Tumblr Prompt:

my fave overheard on campus moment of all time was the two guys who sat behind me in pop culture theory

as class was starting one of them was like “so… do you want a blowjob after this” in a rly bored voice, and then the second guy was like [pause][dejected sigh] “yes”

Not Mine to Love by Sabeley

It should have been awkward then, as the haze of lust left them, but Derek really didn’t mind the fact that Stiles was collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. He didn’t care that he was naked in his roommate’s bed, coming down from the best orgasm he had ever had. He didn’t even care that he had just lost his virginity to someone who wasn’t Jennifer.

“That can’t happen again,” he said simply.

It happened twice more that night and it never really stopped.

The Hunt by HenryMercury

Stiles wakes up with a hangover and the phone number of the most attractive (and the frowniest) guy he’s ever encountered.

…Who also happens to be the front-man for the band Scott’s just joined.

Pushed to the Limit by kittylovessterek (kitty_fic)

Watching Stiles get ready to go out is torture. The universe is obviously testing him. There’s only so much temptation one werewolf can take.

I Keep On Fallin’ by xKookiesandCreamx

Ow fuck!“

Stiles sprung up out of his slumber, dazedly looking around for the cause of his roommate’s pained sounding exclamation.

He got his answer when he flicked his desktop lamp on and looked to see Derek sprawled in a graceless heap on the floor by Stiles’s bed.

~~~

Or a little college au ficlet in which a middle of the night accident actually turns out to be a not so bad thing after all.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Love Comes in Spurts by talktowater

Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scott’s step-brother Derek so moving into a house with him freshman year was basically fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Discovering how Derek was putting himself through college, well that was a whole other fantasy that Stiles didn’t even know he had.

Your First by Simone (fvckyourfandoms)

It’s Stiles freshman year of college and he decides to rush a fraternity. He becomes Vice President Derek Hale’s favorite pledge and they end up much closer than expected.

or

A story in which Derek can’t keep his hands off of Stiles’ sweet, irresistible, virgin ass and fails at not feeling him up.

A Comprehensive Study in Getting a Boyfriend via Persuasive Essay-Writing by Luddleston

Stiles is a junior Journalism major who takes Rhetorical Strategies because it covers his English requirement. He’s also trying to be subtle about the way he keeps checking out his professor.

Derek is a grad student teaching his first class ever. He also has the most annoying student on the face of the planet, and is done reading essays about the history of male circumcision.

Flirty e-mails are exchanged, Stiles spends way too much time in Derek’s office, and they fall in love over a mutual hatred for APA formatting.

take two and hit to right by gottalovev

Stiles enjoys ogling the very handsome shortstop of the varsity team while in class. One day, when he cannot have the seat he prefers to watch the baseball diamond, he starts a conversation on his desk (including cartoon characters and eventually sharing secrets).

Unfortunately, Stiles’ first meeting with the hot shortstop - crowd darling Derek Hale - doesn’t go well. When Hale turns out to be Stiles’ desk pen pal, will they be able to move past first impressions?

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by xKookiesandCreamx

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University’s popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate…oh boy.

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

It’s Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.

Derek, it’s fucking happening!Derek, please!

He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.

Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.

“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”

Beauty and the Ex by aggybird

Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.

Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.

We’re caught in stone, you know we might not make it by LunaCanisLupus_22

He does this thing then, while Stiles is watching, rolls his left shoulder a little as if he’s adjusting the books in his arms and suddenly Stiles recognises him from the gesture.

“Oh my god,” he cries, dumping his books, bag and coffee into one big mess on the ground and rushing over to them at once.

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are childhood buddies who lost touch and reconnect by chance at college. Only they end up doing a lot more than just reconnecting.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

‘Linski’s Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.

Also there’s this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Inside This Place Is Warm by wolfcloaks

Coming down; One love, two mouths

Stiles Stilinski:

-Senior at Berkley-Double majoring in Human Biology and Biomedical Engineering-Student Librarian-Closet Artist-Basket case extrodanaire-Hopelessly crushing on Derek Hale (read as: pining)

Derek Hale:

-Grad Student at Berkley-Philosophy Major-Dog enthusiast-Does not cry during The Notebook, fuck you,Laura-Is definitely not pining over the librarian with the cute moles-Would very much like to tell the librarian’s curly haired boyfriend to fuck off

Or

Where Derek and Stiles are complete dweebs in love and jump to horribly inaccurate conclusions

Or

When your meet-cute turns into a bit of an (light) angst fest but it’s all ok in the end

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If you want to find more college/university goodness you can check out my tag for it here

#answered #anonymous #sterek #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #college university au

[laryna6]

The Outsider is pretty easy to figure out knowing his backstory. He hates those who sacrifice ‘the little people’ for power or ease or because ‘it’s not like they matter’ because he was one of those little people. That’s why he’s so happy when Corvo Does Onto people who do things like release a plague deliberately to kill off commoners. 

My guess is that he marks those who have experienced being powerless only, so hopefully they’d have some empathy, who have the potential to make things better for the street rats like him - then there’s the Lonely Rat Boy, which was flat-out seeing himself in the kid. 

He gave Daud power and then Daud paid him by becoming a tool of the wealthy and powerful. Jessamine was an Empress who actually cared about the common people and helping them, which is very, very rare in a classist setting like that, and what did Daud do? Instead of becoming a force that helped the common people himself, he killed her. Someone with power throwing the little people under the bus for the sake of more money/power. Daud was ‘boring’ because he became another example of something the Outsider saw over. And over. And over. When he must have had hope that Daud would use his power to help more than just the Whalers.

Then there’s Delilah, who got the idea that ‘Jessamine gets treated fairly because she’s the rightful empress’ and from that ‘people only get treated like people if they’re the emperor/empress’ and from that ‘if I want personhood I have to be empress’ and ‘if people aren’t the empress it’s okay to throw them out on the streets and otherwise do horrible things to them so it’s okay if I do horrible things to people that aren’t me.’ 

But I’m wondering if the Outsider gave Delilah the Mark because there were potential futures in which Delilah realized that ‘wait, if it’s okay to treat commoners like crap, then what happened to my Mom was okay, and that was NOT OKAY.’ ‘It doesn’t matter if someone is empress or not, they still deserve personhood.’ 

And became a ...still power-hungry and fairly amoral (but the conventional morality in the setting is fucked up, so not entirely a downside) person who shared their power with the powerless. 

I have this scene in my head where Delilah uses her paintings to cure a weeper woman and then asks her if her husband beat her, and when she says yes one of Delilah’s adoring harem gives another a meaningful look and they slit the throat of the weeper husband and toss him in the pile of bodies to burn. 

Where Billie shows up with Emily and Delilah is inwardly ‘I don’t want this’ bc she doesn’t want anything to do with her sister. But ‘They think I’m a good person and a good person wouldn’t leave their niece in a whorehouse WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY TOLD HER THEY’D FORCE HER TO BE A WHORE IF SHE WASN’T OBEDIENT ENOUGH AS EMPRESS.’ So like. Girl losing her mother and now at the mercy of the world. She doesn’t WANT to see Emily as ‘mini me’ but it’s happening, especially since she’s spent years taking in other girls she sees as ‘like me.’ 

But like. She has someone put Jessamine with the Lonely Rat Boy and her harem’s kids (she has a soft spot for single moms bc her mom) and then like later she goes to her shrine and the Outsider shows up and is all ‘Corvo put the heretics brand on the corrupt Overseer, that’s such delightful karma, he’s even more entertaining than you Delilah’ and she’s all ‘Wow so that’s what my sister saw in him’ bc Campbell was on her hit list for what he did to sex workers. And then she tells her people to find Corvo bc. ‘Jessamine I am on my way to steal your man.’ 

So Emily sees Delilah as awesome Aunt Delilah and while Corvo is grieving and doesn’t take Delilah up on the offer of comfort he’s very glad that someone with power is protecting Emily. And the Loyalists are ‘shit I’m not fucking with her’ so they don’t betray Corvo. 

Delilah giving Daud a The Reason You Suck speech so he realizes how he disappointed the Outsider by becoming a tool of oppression instead of blaming the kid for his choices like the abbey does. The Outsider shipping Delilah/Low Chaos Corvo bc his two favorite people and Emily gets a new mom. 

Delilah being convinced she’s a bad person bc she likes sex (you get power over people - and being powerless sucked - AND orgasms), but she doesn’t love the people she sleeps with and she thinks she inherited that from her father, who slept with her mom but didn’t love her. And her adoring pansexual (but mostly women bc women get kicked in the teeth harder in a ‘verse like that) harem is ‘but you listen to me! and care about me! and respect my personhood! No one else ever did, you’re the best Delilah!’

Emily going pleasepleaseplease bc she wants the mark, which is less annoying to the Outsider than usual bc she wants it to be like Corvo and awesome Aunt Delilah instead of for power. Or Auntie Delilah gets more of the pleading eyes ,because come on, she gives everyone else superpowers! Corvo’s agents and some of Delilah’s harem both breaking into the place of someone plotting against Emily simultaneously. Like, not on Delilah’s orders, Billie was like ‘if something happens to Delilah’s niece she might be SAD and we will gut anyone who makes Delilah SAD.’ 

Not sure if I want Corvo/Outsider or for Corvo to be the one who frees him (the Heart/Jessamine can speak the name) and be Bird Dad. Like, once Emily’s grown up he needs someone to Dad. Delilah didn’t succeed in adding him to the badass harem so she’s Wine Aunt. The Outsider is much less trouble than Emily was despite coming pre-teenage bc this is the first time he’s had a parent?

During the plague, the Overseers going after Delilah instead of Daud bc she’s helping people and therefore gathering a following/spreading Outsider worship and the Harem having planned for this so there’s walls of light kill zones and people who haven’t been given powers but did get given weapons for rounding up weepers and things. Women shooting from cover knowing the Overseers would kill them and take their children to raise in the cult. 

Not that Delilah isn’t planning the destruction of the Overseers because. I’m betting they’re not good to single moms. 

So the attempted Coup is The Establishment (nobles/overseers) vs. Emily, who has pushed for rights for prostitutes bc she’s not putting up with her subjects experiencing what Burrows’ group threatened her with, and also rights for workers etc. Plus Delilah’s grassroots group (and also Daud, bc redemption/Delilah and Corvo are paying him). Outsider ending up the symbol of being vs. the Overseers/nobles plus he chose Delilah so, good taste. 

There does end up being an organized religion of the Outsider and the whales after the dust settles, but their doctrine is ‘the Outsider chose to become an ordinary powerless human because Ordinary Powerless Humans Have Value, being a god/having power and money doesn’t make you special.’ Delilah as the patron saint of sex workers and single moms and women and sexuality and magic. Corvo gets love and parenthood and mercy/vengeance ‘fight for justice but killing people is wrong bc people’s lives have value.’ Lonely Rat Boy is St. Francis - animals but also health and long life bc. he had the rats stay away from where Delilah’s people were during the plague and he lived a long happy life. Orphans are Blessed bc the Outsider and the Lonely Rat Boy were both orphans and Delilah lost her mother so virtue signaling is via adoption of not just babies but up to teenagers. 

Magic becomes folk magic rather than something a cult can keep for themselves or like tech where it favors those who can pay for equipment. Factory safety regulations requiring anti-accident charms around the workplace and employers having extras bc much cheaper than the payout required if someone gets injured on the job. 

#Dishonored #the outsider #delilah copperspoon

[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

Oneshot: Just Do It

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: This is for @spectacular-spiderboy 600 follower challenge! Congratulations, love!

Prompt: “I just fought off ten armed men, and you expect me to – what? Jump off a thousand foot building?”

Word Count: 3,900ish (oops lol)

Warnings: Falling, fighting, shooting, death, many ‘F bombs’, annoyingly cheesy fluffy goodness, etc.

Main Masterlist

 “Y/n, you’ve got incoming hostiles.” You heard Steve grunt over the comms, as you willed the computer to download the files faster. “Natasha, what’s your status?”

“I’m a little busy, here.” She huffed with an annoyed tone, “Sam, where the hell are you?”

“Where the hell do you think I am?” He snapped, the sounds of shooting coming from his line. “I’m not flying to Canada!”

“Come on, come on, come on.” You glared at the little green progress bar, which was only at 95% and moving as slow as a damn slug. You heard the clanging of HYDRA agents climbing the stairs, and panic surged through your chest – your heart jackhammering against your ribs, and fingers starting to tremble. You ran over to the door, jamming the handle with a chair and propping a desk parallel to the door – so they couldn’t shoot you through the crack, and buying you a little more time. “What happened to this being an easy mission?”

“Are they ever really easy?” Natasha snarked, grunting in pain as she fought off more attackers. “How the hell did they know we were coming?”

“What’s the status on the download?” Steve asked, his line beginning to grow quieter in the background. “You need to erase all the files, too.”

“I know how to do my job.” You muttered, rolling your eyes and glaring at the screen. “It’s going agonizingly slow at 99%. I didn’t realize we were working with friggin’ dial-up, over here” You took a deep breath in, before huffing out loudly – trying to calm your impatience, as the agents began banging on the door to break it down. “When it’s done, all I have to do is put my drive in the computer, hit enter, and it will clear all the – IT’S DONE! Oh, thank fuck.”

“Cap doesn’t like that kind of language.” Sam joked, making you giggle as you inserted your pre-programmed drive into the slot.

The banging on the door intensified, and you quickly hit ‘enter’ to wipe all their files – watching as all the screens began to turn blank. “Alright I’m-” You were cut off as the door blew in with a loud bang, and you whipped around – watching the men and women pile into the room, counting how many agents there were, while quickly reaching for your gun. “Shit.”

“Y/n?” Sam called through the comms, panic laced in his voice. “What’s going on down there?”

You didn’t reply, immediately shooting the heads of three agents, trying to keep track of the other seven while dodging gunfire – diving behind the computer desks, and shoving the jump drive into your suit pocket. The gunfire was deafening, making your ears slightly ring as you shot another agent in the back and glanced towards the open door to the stairs.

How can you take down six agents, make it to the door, and not get shot in the process?

You jumped out, grabbing a small folding chair that had been used at the closest desk, and hit the closest agent as hard as you could in the back of the head – hearing a sickening crack as the metal made contact and broke something. With a small shudder, you used the chair as a makeshift shield – before throwing it in the direction of two agents and shooting another in the chest, above their Kevlar.

Okay, four left.

Making good use of the time you had from distracting the two agents with the chair, you threw yourself at the closest agent, dodging the first punch – but taking a swift kick to the tibia – and bashing your knuckles against the man’s nose. When his head snapped backwards, you used your other fist to punch the hard tube of his trachea – sending the male agent to the floor, choking on his breath.

The agents that had been distracted from the flying chair were back up faster than you anticipated, ganging up on you before you had a chance to gather your bearings. Each one grabbed an arm, pinning each limb to their chests and locking them into place – limiting your movements.

The last agent, that had been attempting to remove your jump drive and fix what you’d broke, stomped over to you, “Where’s the drive?!”

“Go to hell.” You spat, throwing your momentum back and kicking out your legs as hard as you could – hitting the large agent’s chest and knocking the man and woman behind you backwards. You expected them to hold their stances, since they’d been pretty well balanced, but the little shits fell back.

You hit the floor with a groan, rolling your eyes and ignoring the pain. “Fucking really?”

With a loud grunt, you pushed yourself up, nabbing the gun that was in the woman’s holster and shooting each of the little fuckfaces in the head – looking away before you could watch the blood pool and mix on the dirty floor.

Whipping around just in time to dodge a blow to the head via keyboard, you ducked and dove – wrapping your arms around the agent’s legs and pulling the man to the floor. He coughed, back hitting the floor roughly and knocking the air from his lungs, before kicking his legs out – catching you in the shoulder.

Crying out, you felt a something snap in your shoulder, pain radiating from the area and down your arm. Your entire arm tingled and ached in pain, but you utilized the other arm by thrashing out and catching the man in the jaw. When his head snapped back, you grabbed the keyboard from the floor and bashed it against his head – breaking the plastic. He moaned, hand going up to his face, which gave you the opportunity to strike against his groin.

You scooted back, kicking against the spot between his legs as hard as your weight would allow.

When his breath was caught in his throat, you grabbed the metal folding chair you’d used earlier – which was spotted with the blood of fuckface one and two – and bashed it into his neck. You heard the gurgle of a damaged trachea, watching the man turn over with his hands against his neck, before bringing the side of the chair back down against his spine.

The sickening snap was something that you hated hearing, preferring to ignore it as much as possible, but it was necessary. You’d done this many times in your days as a hitwoman. You were better with guns, yes, but – sometimes – it was necessary to get your hands a little dirty.

Or, in this case, chair.

It was much easier, killing people with a gun. It wasn’t as intimate. You could be yards away, so you didn’t have to watch the life leave their eyes. It was easier to remain stoic, and to push aside all feelings, when you were further away from your target.

It was easier to pretend that you weren’t the monster that HYDRA made you to be.

“Y/n! Report!” Steve yelled through the comms, voice laced with panic and frustration – the noise beginning to quiet down on his end. “Y/n!”

“I’m good!” You panted, adrenaline coursing through your veins and heart pounding against your ribs. “I’m coming down to you.”

“Negative. There’s too many of them. You need to head to the roof.” Steve commanded, as you grabbed a stray gun off the floor and checked it for ammo. “You’re only three floors down.”

“Crap. I hate stairs.” You grumbled, walking towards the door to the stairwell, pausing to take care of the moaning agent on the floor that you’d left choking on his breath from your throat punch. Once he was taken care of, you jogged into the echoing stairwell, glancing up and down for any incoming agents.

When you’d glanced down, you made eye contact with an agent who was ascending the flight below you.

“Shit!” You hissed, taking the stairs two at a time, attempting to outrun the agent – who had called for backup. You could hear the pounding of more and more agents entering, footfalls echoing against the cement walls. “Guys, they’re following me to the roof. There’s too many to handle on my own.”

“Just keep going.” Natasha replied, voice shaking slightly as if she was running. “Get to the roof.”

“Is extraction here?” You asked, a sheen of sweat forming on your brow from the exertion. No response. “Guys? Extraction?”

With a grunt, you shouldered open the door to the roof, before slamming it closed and glancing around at your surroundings. The roof was completely open, which was bad for you if the agents made it up to the roof before you were extracted. There was nowhere for you to dodge gunfire, and – though you were confident in your hand to hand combat skills – there were too many agents ascending the never-ending flights of stairs.

“Guys, I’m on the roof? Where the hell is extraction?” You leaned against the door, trying to catch your breath and not panic at your current predicament. “I’m out in the fucking open! Extraction was supposed to be waiting!”

“Jump!” Sam called through comms.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” You shrieked, entire body freezing at the thought of jumping from this height without a parachute. “I just fought off ten armed men, and you expect me to – what? Jump off a thousand foot building?”

“I’ll catch you.” He yelled, voice slightly muffled by the sound of rushing wind. “Trust me.”

“I- I- I-” You stuttered out, eyes wide in terror as you glanced at the edge of the stupid building. The breeze was whipping against your exposed skin, which was slightly damp with a layer of sweat, causing a small shiver to run down your spine. It had rained recently, darkening the exposed cement – a potential threat to someone who was prone to slipping and falling. “Is it too late to say I’m a little wary of heights?”

“Jump!”

With a groan, you pushed off from the door, using your momentum to pick up your speed. Your legs moved as quick as their height would allow, and you pumped your arms – sprinting towards the impending doom that was the edge of the fucking skyscraper.

You hated New York, sometimes.

Stupid buildings.

The loud groan and clang of the metal door hitting the cement prompted you to hustle, while the agents spilled onto the roof behind you – guns at the ready. The quick popping of gunfire was all you heard, before you launched yourself up and over the edge of the building, praying that Sam was quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

SON OF A BITCH!

Oh, no… Did you just get hit?

A small shriek escaped your lips – stomach clenching and pain radiating from your side – as you began the rapid descent towards the ground. Not that you could see anything, though. The second that your body had registered the pain of the gunshot, your eyes had screwed shut in pain – which was almost worse than falling to your potential death with your eyes open… because you didn’t know when you’d hit the ground.

You better not hit the ground, or you’d haunt Sam Wilson to the end of his goddamn days.

Your hands were tucked into your side, trying to stem the bleeding with your palms. Oh shit. Even with the icy cold air whipping against your entire, descending body… you could feel the hot blood oozing though your fingertips and dripping into the air.

Suddenly, your body was whipped in a different direction, pain blossoming even further into your body as your hands were ripped away from the wound and the wind was knocked from your lungs in a choking gasp. A pair of warm arms were wrapped around you, gripping you tightly against the chest of one Sam Wilson. His arm was wrapped around your bleeding wound, squeezing to the point of a pained cry bubbling from your lips – before you felt the dizzying shift in direction.

“Shit. Guys, I think Y/n’s been hit.” Sam’s panicked voice was close to your ear, echoing between his real voice and the comms unit in your ear. “How far out is extraction?”

You didn’t hear the reply, but you didn’t give a shit. You were concentrating on your breaths – trying to keep a steady pace of inhales and exhales – so you could breathe through the pain. Your first time being shot in the stomach, and it just had to be Sam that was there for it.

Great! You were never going to on another mission, again, without an argument from your stupidly overprotective boyfriend…

You must have blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing you knew, you were on the hard cement of another roof, being shook back awake by a completely panicked Sam. He was breathing hard, wings folded back in, as he knelt next to your reclined form – keeping one hand over the front of your wound. His normally shining, humorous eyes were completely wild with fear and anxiety. His lips – which you preferred when they were grinning from a joke, exposing his cutely gapped teeth, or pressed against your own – were trembling with every word.

“-up! You have to stay awake!” He demanded, pressing harder against the seeping hole in your side. “Come on, sweetheart. Stay awake. Med Evac is almost here.”

“Shit…” You groaned, fisting your hands tight enough to leave crescent shaped gashes in your palms, trying to pretend you weren’t in as much pain as you were actually in. “You made me… jump off the roof… asshole.”

“We’ll talk about that later.” His shoulders sagged slightly, though his hands were still tightly pressed against you. You watched his adam’s apple bob with a hard swallow, before he continued, “Now stay awake. I’m going to be really pissed if you die, okay?”

“I’m not going to fucking die.” You snapped, face scrunching up with a small hiss as your sharp words made your stomach muscles slightly clench. “Mother fucking fuck.”

“You know Steve’s still on the line.” He snorted, brushing his free hand against your forehead and caressing your face with his bloody hand. “That’s a lot of F-bombs you’re dropping, sweetheart.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’ve been shot.” You didn’t realize how cold you were, already, until the winds of the landing quinjet whipped around and bit into your chilled skin. Were you in some sort of shock? How the fuck haven’t you passed completely out, yet? It had to be the adrenaline. “S-Sam… I’m… I’m fucking cold.”

“They’re here, just hold on.” He soothed, eyes flicking back and forth between you and the opening door of the quinjet. “Steve and Natasha are almost here.”

You hummed, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy with exhaustion. Oh god, don’t pass out, yet. “Iloveyou…” You slurred, eyes twitching to stay open, beginning to feel you were looking into a strobe light. “Shi…t….”

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Ugh. What the hell.

Why was it that any time you woke up in a hospital, the beeping of the stupid heart monitor was the first thing you heard? Didn’t they have ways of turning that down, so it wasn’t so annoying? Honestly, the annoying beeping of a heart monitor could wake someone from a coma, just from how irritating the sound was.

Wellp, that happened.

You got shot on your – supposedly ‘easy’ – mission.

You were never going to live this down…

“No.” Sam?

“Why the hell not?” You heard someone – Bucky? – reply, exasperated. “You’ve been a chickenshit ever since you’ve realized you wanted to do it. Just fucking ask her, already!”

Ask you what?

What the heck are these idiots even talking about?

“I’m literally still covered in her blood, man.” Sam growled, and you could almost picture that scrunched look he got when him and Bucky argued about something. “Not right now.”

“I think you’re being a fucking pus-”

“If you say ‘pussy’…” You groaned, voice hoarse from lack of use, as you opened your eyes – squinting against the harsh light of the med bay’s hospital room. “I’m gunna’ punch you. Shot, or not.”

They both jumped, heads turning in your direction. Sam’s eyes were wide in surprise, while Bucky’s face was twisted in guilt.

“Sorry.” Bucky muttered, patting your foot before heading to the door. “Anyways, I’m outta’ here. I’ll let the doctor know you’re up.”

“You do that.” You snorted, rolling your eyes at his retreating form. When you turned to Sam, you felt your demeanor soften a bit. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself, beautiful.”

“Don’t try to schmooze me. I was just shot.” You glanced down, lifting the blanket slightly to see the wound – forgetting for a moment that you were in a hospital gown. Lowering it, you tested your movements slightly, a dull ache in your side the only pain you felt. “I feel pretty good, for someone who was spouting blood all over you.”

“You weren’t bleeding that badly.” His lips lifted in a small smirk as he leaned forward in his chair, grabbing your hand and pressing a small, warm kiss to your knuckles. “Anyways, you’re pretty doped up on painkillers.”

“Why are you still in your suit pants? They’re covered in blood.” You frowned, rubbing your thumb over his roughly scabbed knuckles and taking in the state of his attire. “You could’ve changed while I was sleeping, you know.”

“I was too worried to leave.”

“You have to stop being a worry wart. It’ll raise your blood pressure.” You teased, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed before the drugs wore off. “Anyways, what were you going to ask me?”

His eyes widened into saucers, almost comically, as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water – fighting to find the right words to say in his embarrassment… or alarm? “You… uhhh… you heard that?”

“Now I’m really intrigued.” You laughed, wincing slightly at the contraction of your stomach muscles pulling at your wound. “Why do you look so terrified? It’s not like you were going to ask me to marry you, right?”

He gulped at your laughing form, jaw snapping shut as he glanced away from you, fingers beginning to tremble slightly in yours. As your laughter died down quickly, you could hear the tapping of his foot against the hard floors, which was slightly more annoying than the heart monitor beeping in your ear. His eyebrows were slightly pushed together, creating a small line in the middle and giving you the urge to smooth it out with your thumb.

What the heck was his problem?

“Sam,” You narrowed your eyes at him, raising an eyebrow at his odd behavior. “You… weren’t going to ask me to marry you… were you?”

“Well, with that tone, probably not…” He mumbled, shoulders sagging as his hand slowly slid out from yours. He looked down at the floor, crossing his arms over his chest and slightly chewing on his lip.

Oh… shit.

Oh, shit!

HE THINKS YOU’D SAY NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

“Oh… Uhhh… Well, I would’ve said yes, you know.” You felt a lump form in your chest, feeling awful about laughing at him when he was really going to ask you. You’ve wanted nothing more than for that man to ask you. You’d been dating for almost four years… the next step in your relationship was something you’d been looking forward to for a really long time. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

He sighed, leaning his head back for a moment, as if to gather courage, before standing. After a small exhale, he slid onto the side of your bed, which slightly dipped under his weight, and leaned forward to gather your hands in his – being mindful of your IV. “You would? You’d say yes?”

Glancing up at his dark, russet eyes – watching his pupils dilate – you felt the dull ache of tears behind your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of a long life with the man in front of you became a strong possibility. Your lips lifted, focus blurring as the tears tried to escape. “In a heartbeat.”

His face lit up, lips pulling over his gleaming, white teeth in a large grin. The russet of his eyes were shining, as his eyes misted slightly, and he tried to hold himself together. His hands moved up to your face, lightly cupping your cheeks and leaning in to press his forehead against your own. “Will you marry me?”

“Nope.” You giggled, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw and pull him in, joining your lips in a long kiss.

The tears you’d tried to hold back spilled over as your eyes slid closed, mixing with the taste of Sam’s warm mouth as your lips melded together. Though one hand continued to cup his stubbled jaw, the other gently slid to the back of his neck, pulling him as close as you could get. Your heart was jackhammering in your chest, synchronized with the annoyingly rapid beeps of the stupid monitor, which echoed in the silent room – your breaths the only other sound.

Though this was not your first kiss, by far, your head was buzzing with the feelings that each kiss brought: love, security, warmth… God, you loved this man.

As you pulled slightly back, slowly brushing your lips against his lower lip, you breathed him in – the intoxicating smell of his body wash masking the scent of gunpowder from your mission. His warm breath washed over your face, before he pulled back to press a small peck on your nose.

“I think the answer you meant to say was yes.” He murmured, moving back to his previous position of touching his forehead to yours as the tips of your noses brushed against each other. His voice was an octave lower, sending a small shiver down your spine, giving you goosebumps.

You slowly opened your eyes – meeting his dark, hooded ones – and bit your lip for a moment, running your fingers across the back of his neck. “Was it?”

He snorted, shaking his head before pressing another chaste kiss against your lips, “I think it was.”

“You might be right.” You whispered, sliding your hands down to his chest, feeling the deep rise and fall of his chest. The palm of your hand was resting over his heart, and you could feel the quickened pace of his heartbeat against the skin. Leaning down, you rested your head against his collarbone, ear pressed against the thin cotton of his suit’s undershirt. Your arms looped around his shoulders, and you ignored the tugging against the stitches in your side – relying on the strength of the painkillers to make this position bearable. “Of course, I’ll marry you, fool.”

He huffed out a small laugh, turning his face to press a small kiss to your forehead, resting his arms gently around your middle – being mindful of your injury, unlike yourself. “I’ll take it.”

“FINALLY!”

You jumped, wincing as the tensing of your muscles pulled against the tender wound, before pulling back from Sam and glaring at the metal-armed buffoon screaming in the damn doorway. He was accompanied by Steve, Natasha, and several doctors – all of which looked guilty, like they’d been standing there for far too long. “Really, dude?”

“I’ve been waiting for this wimp to ask you for months!” Bucky grinned, crossing his arms over his chest in triumph. “Let me have my fun, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Mrs. Wilson.” You grinned, looking back up at Sam – who was staring down at you with the shining look of adoration. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“I like it, too, Mrs. Wilson.”

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[chaseyesterdays]

So this is probably a tad late but I realized you are probably the biggest Star Wars fan I follow (okay maybe not probably) but I want your opinion on TLJ and to an extent TFW, like you honest impression and opinion. I have no problem asking off anon/sending a message if you’ve got some opinions™️, just state so.

Hi Anon! I’m perfectly comfortable answering anonymous messages or carrying on conversations via DM, so however you feel most comfortable is fine by me! I do have A LOT of opinions though and I’m probably not going to remember half of them for this post, so if there’s anything you want me to elaborate on or any other questions you may have, feel free to ask me however you like!

(I’m putting this under a cut because holy crap, this went on so much longer than I ever thought it would.)

Okay, first off: I think TFA had great potential as a film. ( I know you asked more specifically about TLJ, but I feel like I have to start at the beginning to get my thoughts semi-in-order. TFA introduced what could have been very interesting characters: a female orphan scavenger Force sensitive, a POC stormtrooper raised from birth for destruction but with a kind heart that ultimately guides him, a hotshot pilot with a gentle soul and a desire to do the right thing while remaining loyal to whom and what he believes in – even a female stormtrooper captain who could have had such a great backstory if they’d just let her. I can’t demonize TFA too much on not developing these characters because it’s the first installment in the saga, but still, where TFA failed is in its progression of the characters. I can almost forgive Rey’s overt Force abilities in the fight with Kylo Ren because yeah, we’ve seen the same with Luke on a slightly smaller scale, but it still felt a little bit jerky to me in terms of flow. Finn and Poe fared better in my opinion, but only because I felt like this new trilogy would give each of the new trio a movie in which to shine: TFA would be Rey’s and Finn and Poe would have what became TLJ and Episode IX to be more of the focal characters.

But here’s where I have issues with TFA. First, the movie was just a remake of A New Hope with different characters. I get that JJ Abrams was trying to appeal to the original fans while still providing that same magic to bring in the younger generations, but sheesh, the whole plot is essentially recycled with a few things moved around order-wise. Desert planet that isn’t Tatooine but looks like it, jungle planet that isn’t Yavin IV but looks similar, a “Death Star” that isn’t a Death Star but is essentially a Death Star, the death of a wise old mentor… There was literally no originality. I think JJ let his fears of fucking up the saga get the better of him, so he was too afraid to branch out and make the movie really great. He could have used similar elements and plot points as an homage to the first movie while still providing his own take on modernizing the film, or placing different characters as the focal point. In the end, even though I cried like four times watching it because Han Solo was one of my favorite characters and didn’t deserve to go out like that, I can’t rag on JJ too hard for TFA. He tried, but he fell flat on some things, and ultimately his treatment of an Original Trilogy character opened the door for some atrocities to be committed down the road.

And speaking of atrocities, that leads me to TLJ. Now, I’ll be honest here, I’ve only seen the movie once and fucking refuse to watch it again, but I’ve read a lot of other people’s reactions to it and examined some articles/YouTube videos explaining why everybody else thinks it’s such a bad movie, so I’ll call on what I remember for now and if anything else comes up in the future, I’ll let you know. But I’ll start here and now by saying that the reason TLJ was a failure from the start falls directly on the shoulders of Rian Johnson. Rian Fucking Johnson, Mr. Hubris, who literally said he set out to make a movie that destroyed fan expectations and worked to keep them guessing (if I remember correctly – like I said, I’ve sworn off TLJ content for awhile now just to keep my blood from boiling). The direction Rian took TLJ made no fucking sense and completely torpedoed the outline that JJ had for the movie, derailing the trilogy as a whole just because Rian wanted to be the smug, smart asshole who knew better than anybody what was gonna happen. As a result, the movie is full of plot holes and directionless actions and flat dialogue and ridiculous characterizations, and it’s not just a failure as a Star Wars film, it’s a failure as a movie in general because the plot simply doesn’t hold water. It’s literally a low-speed car chase with some cool effects that made half of its characters either useless, annoying, OOC, or redundant. It’s bad. My creative writing professors aren’t even dead yet, but if I’d turned in that script for one of my classes, they’d be rolling in their graves. (Did I mention I studied writing, grammar, composition, storytelling, character building and plot development for four years in college and make my living as a writer now? Trust me, I know my shit.)

First off, one of the biggest failings Rian Johnson had aside from the general plot was mistreatment of characters. The POC characters Finn, Poe, and Rose bore the brunt of that because Rian wouldn’t know how to write good POC characters if they literally smacked him in the face – hell, even the best of us white people are still learning. But Poe was reduced to an angry Latino stereotype, which made absolutely no sense considering his actions and attitude in TFA. He trusted Leia and the Resistance leaders and followed them because he respected them, not because he was blinded by them or whatever else anyone can try to insinuate. Admittedly he’s right to question Holdo because her actions make no sense and there’s literally nO REASON FOR HER NOT TO TELL HIM WHAT’S GOING ON, but he wouldn’t just fly off the handle and stage a mutiny like that. He would have talked to Leia about it repeatedly, talked to Holdo and others repeatedly, and Leia would have made Holdo see sense if she was in character AND SHE NEVER WOULD HAVE FUCKING STUNNED POE.

Ahem.

Finn and Rose’s storyline is harder for me to remember because I hated that cantina sidequest thing so much, but what I do remember is feeling like Finn wasn’t even the same person (he wasn’t, because Rian Johnson killed him and put someone else in his place) and Rose was just redundant because it felt like she was created to be a love interest so Finn would be with someone other than Rey (again, I’m fine with platonic best friend relationships, but considering the fact that Finn/Rey would be a biracial relationship and the big ship R*eylo is founded on a whiny white man literally abusing the female protagonist, it just seems like a blatant attempt to undermine the POC characters and relationships in the film). Now let me be clear: what happened to Finn and Rose is not the actors’ faults, as they were at the mercy of Rian Fucking Johnson, and it isn’t the characters’ faults that they’re so weak. That’s all on bad writing and Rian Johnson, and I’m in no way blaming anyone but him for destroying them. (Also, I don’t want Finn to die at all, but having Rose save him from sacrificing himself just so she could kiss him and declare love for him and keep fans guessing again is just…so bad, Rian. Why won’t you let your characters make sense.)

And then there’s Rey. If I’m remembering correctly, both Daisy Ridley and Mark Hamill said they didn’t get back into character for TLJ because the characters they played, Rey and Luke, weren’t even the same characters in this film, and whoo boy, does it show. First off, I hate this term, but Rey was essentially a Mary Sue in this film. She had pretty much no training with Luke but somehow managed to be an amazing Force user anyway?? Look, I’m a naturally talented singer, but I didn’t just get good because of that, I got good because I worked hard and studied technique and worked with instructors who helped me take my natural talent and channel it and refine it into something better. That’s what Luke should have done. That’s what Rey should have gotten. But neither of them were in character so of course we didn’t get that. Instead, we got an angry, sullen Luke who tried to murder his nephew in his sleep, which NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED BECAUSE HE SAW ENOUGH GOOD IN DARTH VADER NOT TO MURDER HIM SO WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE DO IT TO HIS NEPHEW, HIS SISTER’S ONLY CHILD. No sense people. No sense.

Rey being a nobody is a controversial point because some people love the fact that a great Jedi can be anyone at all. I get that. But what those people don’t realize is that the Skywalker line came from a slave woman. She was a “nobody” in the grand scheme of things – no disrespect to Shmi Skywalker, who was a powerful woman and a goddess in her own right. Making Rey a Skywalker (either from Luke’s line or Leia’s) does not diminish the “nobody” thing. In fact, it’s the only thing that makes sense, because that lightsaber belongs to the Skywalker line and it wouldn’t just call out to anybody – my creative writing professors would have shot that shit down in a heartbeat. So I think Rey will actually end up being someone with a connection to the Skywalkers; some people theorized that “The Chosen One,” AKA Anakin born of midichlorians, could be almost an avatar-like thing, or Rey could be a reincarnation of Anakin if she’s not a Skywalker/Solo somehow. Kinda farfetched, but no less farfetched than the rest of this fucking movie, so whatever.

Tying Rey and Kylo together could have been so interesting if Rey was his sister. I loved the idea that Rey and Kylo were both Solo children of the Skywalker bloodline, representing the Light and Dark sides of the Force and proving that ultimately, the balance between Dark and Light is what defeats true evil and restores balance to the galaxy (after all, balance is not the absence of dark or light, but an equal ratio of it, and I firmly believe that being a Jedi should not be banishing all the darkness in you, but simply controlling it and centering yourself on the balance between love and passion and anger and pain). It would have made such a good story for Kylo Ren to be a double agent or a legitimately brainwashed young man struggling to do what he thinks is right and being misled but still using his gifts to support balance once he realizes he’s been led astray. Instead, we got literally the worst villain ever: he’s not intimidating, he’s whiny, he pitches temper tantrums, he’s selfish, he’s abusive, he’s impulsive… The writers can’t figure out what they want with him, because they’ve worked so hard to make us sympathize with him and like him and set him up like a misunderstood kid, but then they go and have him make the conscious choice to be evil but still be all those “good” things? It makes no sense. His character progression is all over the place because Rian can’t write and the Kylo he created is not even the same character as JJ put in TFA. And as a result, we now have just about canon proof that Rian wanted R*eylo, which is just another glorified abusive relationship that “stans” keep romanticizing. Gag me with a spoon. I’m done.

Also, who the fuck was Snoke? How was he so powerful? Where did he come from? How did he brainwash Kylo? Who trained him or how did he learn all he knew? How could he see everything and sense everything but not hear, see, or feel Kylo moving the lightsaber? Why were he and Phasma completely nerfed and killed out of nowhere with absolutely no character development or reason for dying? The world may never know.

And here’s where I get really angry: the sheer disrespect for the Original Trilogy characters. Harrison was ready to retire as Han, and I can understand that – I don’t like how Han went out, but I can almost forgive that because I don’t want the actors to be miserable. But what they did to Luke and Leia is unforgivable. Straight up, point blank. Luke Skywalker would never try to murder his nephew in his sleep. Leia would never stun Poe or send her son away or be a terrible, absentee parent. Luke would never be the person he was in that movie, because even in the depths of despair, Luke chose good, chose to see the good in others. He and Leia never gave up hope or belief that good would always triumph over evil. The Luke I saw in TLJ had none of that, and Mark Hamill himself said it wasn’t Luke, it was “Jake Skywalker” or some other nonsense. Mark is a genuinely kind and accepting person, so if you manage to make him angry about a character he’s played for more than thirty years, you’ve fucked up big time, and Rian Johnson did just that. And what’s worse, there was no reason for Luke to die aside from the fact that he just wasn’t convenient for the writers to consider anymore. Han’s death happened to let Harrison retire, but Luke’s was just to get the old generation out so Kathleen Kennedy and the other Powers That Be could do whatever they wanted in the Star Wars universe and milk that cash cow for all it’s worth. Now that Carrie’s gone, all real ties to the Lucasverse are gone, and I’m not convinced they weren’t going to kill Leia off anyway for the reasons I stated above. The blatant disrespect of that, of destroying characters I’ve loved my whole life, who literally kept me alive when nothing else did… It’s unforgivable. I wept like I lost loved ones watching Luke and Han die, and I refuse to do it again.

And here’s what it all comes down to for me: hope. Star Wars was founded on hope. The whole franchise was created in the wake of the Vietnam War when everyone needed something good to believe in, a clear divide between good and evil where good won simply because it was willing to fight for what it believed in, support others, love others, do the right thing. Even when the chips were down and everything was at its darkest in ESB, they always had hope, and in the end, hope won out. There are literally documentaries out there and books written about the success of Star Wars and the fact that hope is its literal cornerstone. The sequel trilogy destroyed all of that. There is no hope anymore. The Resistance is pretty much decimated at the end of TLJ, and at the hands of a government (not even a government??) that rose up out of nothing and destroyed like twelve planets with a flick of a switch and blew billions of people away (and of course we never hear another word about that because that can’t be important at all). Everyone is dying. There are no ships left. There are no forces – less than 100 people made it off that salt planet whose name escapes me and I don’t care enough to look up, and it might have been less than 50. There is no chance that the Resistance can rise up out of nothing and overcome that. Considering how far Rian derailed the progression of the trilogy as a whole, I don’t know how on earth JJ can come back and fix it with literally nothing on his side – all for the sake of shock factor (I swear, I shake my fist at Rian Johnson in my head at least once a day). I know the modern trend is to shoot for gritty, hopeless, “realistic” films because that’s what the current mood is in this country and around the world, but that’s not what Star Wars is about. That’s never been what Star Wars is about. The whole story was built on the foundation of hope, that good could rise and triumph over evil, and there’s simply no room for that in this sequel trilogy. Essentially, the sequel trilogy has failed because it destroyed what makes Star Wars “Star Wars” at its core, and for that, I will never forgive it. The prequels may have been dark, but they exist to show that while the good can fall, ultimately, they can rise again even if in the smallest of ways. “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” The narrative is so convoluted and misconstrued in the sequel trilogy, and it will never be able to find that same foundation of hope again because Disney fucked up. As I said in 2017, “Star Wars is dead. Long live Star Wars.” So I’ll stick to my Original Trilogy and remember the good things that kept me going, the characters and actors that saved my life and made me realize that even in the face of darkness, hope and love can overcome all. That’s Star Wars to me. Honestly, that’s what Rogue One delivered, and if you take anything out of this, it’s that Rogue One is the only Star Wars thing Disney did right. But the sequel trilogy isn’t Star Wars, it isn’t even halfway decent storytelling, and I hope that on the day I die Rian Johnson and everyone responsible for TLJ can lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

I probably left a lot out because I have so many feelings on this matter, and this response is like encyclopedia-long as is, but it’s the truth of what I feel, and I really hope I shed some light on the topic for you (probably way too much light, but I digress). Thank you for caring about my opinions Anon! I really appreciate you giving me the opportunity to put my thoughts down, and if you managed to make it to the end of this ridiculous post, just know that my inbox and my asks are always open for any clarification or fandom-screaming or thoughts in general. Have an amazing day, and as some people whom I love very dearly used to say, “May the Force be with you. Always.”

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[maybe-iam-awriter]

Choices

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Mantle!Reader

Word Count: 2285

Warning(s): Some swearing, bulldog/serpent angst, workaholic parents

Summary: Being Reggie’s little sister wasn’t easy already. But being his sister and not agreeing with his hate towards the Southside was nearly impossible. Tensions are rising and Y/N needs to make some choices that could change her life drastically. This takes place during 2x20 and is inspired by the prompt: .“I’m fine” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking!” 

A/N: So I’m writing a series right now that I am waiting to publish until I have more chapters. I got stuck writing that so I thought a Sweet Pea one shot would clear some of the blockage. WELP that turned into this not so one shot turned into a possible series. I’m not sure where this is going to be honest but I’m ready to explore what could happen between Y/N and Sweet Pea. Let me know what you guys think!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Riverdale but I do own the OCs and the story is mine. I do not post anywhere but on this profile so if you see my stuff anywhere else let me know!

Side Note: If it seems like something in my fic is not mine or of original canon let me know! I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes!

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Northside and Southside. It’s just geography but we’ve let it run our lives here in Riverdale. I grew up on the Northside. My parents gave me and my brother many lectures about the dangers of the Southside. You know, just bedtime stories to scare all the Northside children into being good. I could roll my eyes forever at this but, it is what it is I guess. The town has been in disarray for a while now. Who knows what started it? Was it Jason’s murder? The Black Hood? Southside being torn apart bit by bit via the Lodges? There’s enough evidence to support each of these. The tension now was most likely due to the newest event; Midge’s death. Either way, I’ve just tried to keep my head down and be a good little Northsider.

It’s been a while since Southside High closed down resulting in an influx of new leather clad students. Of course the leather was stripped right away. Oh, there’s that eye roll again. It’s easy to see the prejudice and hate between the two sides within Riverdale High. The bulldogs were eager to get their teeth into the serpents any chance they got. This much could definitely be seen as I saw Reggie and a bunch of bulldogs rush into a room that was known to be the serpent hang out. Being nosy was always my downfall, so I trailed behind them. “Which one of you reptiles was screwing Midge Klump?” Reggie yelled into the room. The serpents straightened up at the intrusion. “What the hell is going on? This is a private meeting!” Jughead being the assumed leader confronted the bulldogs. Reggie ignored him and looked straight into the group at the desks. “I’m guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.”  The accused serpent walked up behind Jughead and placed his hand on his shoulder. Archie tried to diffuse the situation. “Reggie, that’s enough.” I guess no one was willing to listen. “You ass, I didn’t even know Midge.” Sweet Pea defended himself. It was a simple defense that could’ve been left there. But with the serpents and bulldogs nothing was ever simple. “But yeah, I get why she wouldn’t want fleas from you mangy bulldogs!” Reggie lunged at the serpent which caused both sides to start yelling and shoving. I was too close to an individual and I was shoved into the door frame. Archie and Jughead were in the middle of it. Jughead yelled for them to stop fighting and the two groups split with their respective leaders. Before more damage was done, I rushed out the door as quietly as I could. Curse me for being nosy, I winced in pain. The day went by a lot quicker since there were no more incidents. Walking out to the parking lot, I saw my brother sitting in his car. Once I reached the car, I jumped in. “How was your day?” He tried to make civil conversation. “Oh, you know it was fine. Funny thing was that this morning I saw a couple pups trying to fight with a few snakes.” I glanced at him as he clenched his jaw. “Reggie, what’s going on?” “It’s nothing you have to worry about, Y/N.” He saw the annoyed look I gave him. He hesitated before continuing, “We found out that Midge was sleeping with a serpent behind Moose’s back.” You groaned. “So, of course, you have to rush in and get into a pissing match with them. Even though it was Moose’s girlfriend who died. It was Moose who was betrayed. Nothing to do with you!” My voice grew in volume as I went on. He always did this. Any excuse to jump at their throats. “We, Bulldogs, are a pack!” I scoffed which pushed Reggie even more. “A pack you’re a part of!” “Please, Reggie. Do not start that shit with me.” “What? it’s true. We’re family Y/N/N. The bulldogs will protect you. So, I’d be careful about what you say. Some people may start calling you a uh, serpent sympathizer.” Wow, my eyes just kept rolling. “You sure that’s what they’ll call me Reg? Not the other term you love more. What was it? Oh yeah, a serpent slut.” I sneered at him. He parked in our driveway and I jumped out of the car before he could respond. I slipped off my shoes and rushed into my room. My bed was inviting me to take a nap and never wake up. Luckily today was my day off and I tend to do my homework in class, this was partially possible. Before I knew it, I was falling asleep. Of course, my body didn’t want to cooperate with my plan of sleeping forever because I woke up a few hours later. Red numbers shone bright in my dark room. 11:52 PM. I groaned as I rolled out of bed. My muscles were extremely stiff and it pained me to walk to the kitchen. When I got there, I noticed Reggie because he was making noise at the dining table. “What the hell are you doing?” Reggie quickly threw his jacket on the table to hide what he was doing. “Yeah, that doesn’t quell my suspicions.” “Leave it alone, Y/N/N. You won’t like the answer.” “You bet your ass I won’t! But you’re lucky that right now I’m prioritizing food over your stupidity.” I grabbed some food from the fridge and went back to my room. It wasn’t until I was getting ready for school that I heard Reggie. He put a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. I looked up at him and he sighed. “Mom and Dad, uh they had to go to the office early.” “Of course.” I grumbled. “I know it sucks but it’s the reason we have the life we have. Remember it could be worse.” He continued putting food on a plate for himself. “We could be Southsiders?” I asked sarcastically. “Exactly,” He deadpanned. “Now eat up we’re running late.” The car ride was a lot quieter than the last one. As usual Reggie dropped me off at the bakery by the school so I could buy my favorite coffee. I always insisted on walking the rest of the way to school. Reggie had his sports and brawls as an outlet and this was mine. By the time I got to school, my cup was almost done and I had about five minutes before the bell rang. The sight I encountered as I stepped into the hallway was unexpected. Dark Circle flyers were posted on every inch of it. I rushed over to Reggie’s locker. People were still crowding the corridor and I am not one to cause a scene but I was so fed up with Reggie’s antics. “Are you kidding me?” I approached Reggie. He started looking around which had me scoffing. “Y/N,” He spoke lowly, “Leave it alone.” “Oh, so this is what you were up to last night!” People started glancing at us. If I was paying more attention, I would’ve noticed a group of serpent’s among those people. “Y/N, I said leave it alone now!” He started yelling. I took a step back. Regret flashed across his face but I didn’t care. I pivoted and headed to my first class. I successfully avoided my brother for the rest of the day. “Y/N, wait up.” I turned to see Reggie. He threw his keys at me. “I have something to do right now so I’ll catch a ride with Moose. Uh, and Y/N/N, I’m sorry.” He hugged me but I didn’t say anything to him just looked at the keys. He nodded and left. I went home, cleaned, and did some homework. Then I got ready for my shift at Pop’s. It wasn’t the most glamorous job a Mantle could have but it was a job I got on my own and the money earned was mine. I looked down at my arm and side to see that my skin was bruising from yesterday. I sighed and pulled on my uniform. A normal dinner rush came and went and I still had about 30 minutes left of my shift. Majority of the tables were empty. I went around to the occupied tables and asked if anyone needed anything. This led me to the last table where a leather clad serpent sat. “Ah, it’s refreshing seeing you back in your skin!” I stood in front of him. He glanced up at me and I finally got a good look at his face. “Hey, you’re uh Sweet Pea right?” “Yeah, what do you want?” I was a bit taken back at his coldness. “Um, I’m actually here to ask what you want! Is there anything you need?” I pulled my notebook out and he chuckled at me. “I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate shake.” His tone was not any sweeter. I told him it’d be right up and went to go put in the order. I noticed FP and Jughead chatting at the bar. From what I can see, it doesn’t look to be a fun conversation. I must have zoned off for a while because Pop rang the bell for Sweet Pea’s order. This was the last thing I had to do before my shift ended so when I placed his food in front of him I sat down across from the tall serpent. He looked up at me and scoffed. “What do you want now, Northsider?” I studied him for a bit. His serpent tattoo was actually visible now that he wasn’t wearing a turtleneck. Bruising on his jaw caught my eye. “What happened to your face?” “Nothing.” “Really bruised up jaw, split lip, and it’s nothing.” “I’m fine” He kept eating his fries. “You don’t look fine.” Like I said, I was nosy and didn’t know when to stop. “Then stop looking, Northsider.” I groaned. “Please enough with this Northside-Southside crap.” He rolled his eyes. “Right. We’re gonna sit here and pretend we’re the same.” I just shrugged at him and snatched a fry from his plate. “I don’t know. We could have more things in common than you think.” “Sure. So tell me what would a Northside princess who has the picture perfect family, a nice house, probably some purebred dog, and is dating a star jock have in common with me, a lowlife Southside Serpent that mommy and daddy probably warned you about.” He sneered. “Well, one not a princess. I know, that was disappointing for me when I found out too.” He scoffed at my response. “Two not so picture perfect, I mean maybe a bit photoshopped but no not perfect. Don’t own any pets. I’ll give you the nice house because I mean a broken clock is right at least twice a day. And dating a star jock” I scoffed this time “Reggie would never let a bulldog near me.” “So you’re not dating Reggie?” Sweet Pea looked so confused while I laughed. “Hell no! Reggie’s my brother.” “Huh, didn’t see that one coming. Well Northsider, if you wanted me to even consider us being more than Northside-Southside, then maybe you shouldn’t have said you were a Mantle.” I rolled my eyes at him.  “Because the families we’re born into defines us right?” He dropped my gaze.  “What the hell happened?” He leaned in to examine my arm. “Nothing” I tried to hid my arm from him. “It doesn’t look like nothing.” He insisted. “It’s nothing like your split lip and bruised jaw is nothing.” I sassed back at him. He gave me a smirk. “I got into it with some bulldogs.” I tensed up and he noticed. “Your uh brother and Moose.” He admitted. “I have a bad habit of being nosy. I saw Reggie walking into the serpent’s meeting room and I followed. It got crazy everyone shoving people, someone knocked into me and I hit the door jam pretty hard.” “Sorry about that. Guess it was kind of my fault” He looked up into my eyes from his crouched position. “Um, it, uh, wasn’t your fault. Reggie shouldn’t have been so quick to accuse you. But yeah, saying he had fleas probably wasn’t the smartest of moves.” We both laughed at this. There was a small lull. “So, Mr. Lowlife Southside Serpent who mommy and daddy did warn me about, tell me do we have anything in common.”

“Well, I don’t have any pets either but trust me that doesn’t mean we’re best friends now.” “What about your family?” “What about it?” He got defensive “Nothing you don’t want to tell me.” I answered honestly. We just stared at each other a moment longer. “Parents aren’t in the picture. Haven’t been for a while. So no, family we’re born into doesn’t define us. But what family are you choosing, Princess? I’ve already chosen mine.” He money down for the meal and was about to walk away but looked back at me.  “Look, I got to go but, um I uh didn’t- didn’t mind this.” He gestured towards the table. I gave him a big smile. “Until next time then.” He nodded. “Until next time.” Sweet Pea walked out and my phone began to ring. “Yes, Reggie.?” “I thought your shift ended a while ago?” I glanced out the window and saw Sweet Pea speeding off on his bike. “Uh yeah, Pops needed a bit of extra help so I stayed a bit longer. I’m on my way now.” I lied. No way was Reggie gonna approve of who I was hanging out with. But hey, I have to choose my family at some point don’t I?

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[siarven]

Day 7 - Worldbuilding/ Dragons!

Worldbuilding of Aelaris - DRAGONS!  @originalficfest​ — THANK YOU so much for doing this! It was amazing :D (And I’m actually really sad that this is the last day! So much motivation...)

|| Introduction | Day 1 - Characters | Day 2 - Romantic Relationships | Day 3 - Non-Romantic Relationships | Day 4 - Quote Day | Day 5 - Music Day | Day 6 - Pictures Day | Day 7 - Worldbuilding/Dragons ||

First of all, there are several different classifications of dragons, and none of them are originally from Aelaris but from a different world entirely. If you want to read more about them, there’s info below (a lot ahahah). 

Anyways, dragons in the world of Dreams and Shadows! Dragons have existed for the past 500 years — since the Apocalypse. This means that everyone living today has never known a world in which dragons don’t exist. The dragons living in Merreadon, the city in which most of the story takes place, are predominantly very small — there are several different kinds but for the sake of simplicity the ones that are most common there are Featherdragons and mammal-based ones that don’t have a proper name yet but might probably end up being called Fuzzydragons (if you have an idea for a proper name you could send me a message, haha.). There are as many different kinds of featherdragons as there are different kinds of birds and most of them just sit around doing bird things, basically. Some are really intelligent and capable of speech, others not quite, mostly depending on the individual. 

All of them can communicate via mind-link (via Essence/magic) but some haven’t quite mastered language yet, so they use images and sounds and smells in addition to words. To the inhabitants of Merreadon it’s completely normal that there are dragons sitting everywhere, building nests, rearing their young, shitting on your coat when you go to work… just imagine a bunch of kids playing with a ball, and then they throw it accidentally into a bush where a featherdragon is sitting and the next thing they know the tiny creature is cussing at them violently inside their head? :D Also, there are two modes featherdragons: ball of floof and aesthetically sleek. :D Some people think that they’re different species but mostly it’s a question of temperature xD Featherdragons are somewhere between sparrow-sized and eagle-sized, at least the ones living in Merreador. 

Then there are the mammal-based dragons, which range from squirrel-sized to large-dog-sized, though the bigger ones don’t roam the streets of Merreadon and prefer to live in the woods instead. They lead similar lives to the featherdragons and love fruit most of all. They are also really great at remembering things so some people use them as messengers by bribing them with fruit to transmit messages. This only works somewhat, though, because they’re also very mischievous and resist taming 100% of the time. Featherdragons generally don’t care about people and prefer their flocks, living wild and free the way they want. They can’t be tamed and usually die in captivity so it’s illegal to own one (not to speak of the fact that you’ll only “own” them for about a month before they refuse to eat or drink) They are true free spirits. Fuzzydragons, by comparison, are loners that love playing pranks on people. They’re generally smarter than featherdragons. They also tend to “choose” humans to hang out with, especially lonely humans, and can become lifelong friends. They might still end up pranking you, though. It’s just in their nature. So it’s very possible that, if you suffer from depression or mental illness, you might end up having a fuzzydragon follow you, trying to make you laugh. You might just end up becoming friends for life.

The Apocalypse, how Dragons came into being, and why people call them dragons.

There was this apocalypse some 500 years ago. Basically people had once made a pact with the Ellariel (mythic beings) that granted them magic powers, more or less. This led to humanity getting a shit-ton done and creating a great amount of technology and generally being quite unkind to their home-world. The Ellariel finally saw that coming and broke the pact, redrawing and breaking off any contact with humans, but by then it was more or less too late. It took a few hundred years until humanity regained their footing but in the end it didn’t change the outcome, it just pushed it back.

So now we’re at the point where the planet is on the brink of utter destruction — climate change, animal extinction rate going through the roof, no natural resources left, most people fighting for survival in ruined cities while the 1% has all the power, money, and food. Usual crap.

Now there was one Ellariel in specific, Luzire, who really, really did not like this. So she made a few deal to get enough power to change that, which in turn made her go completely lunatic (I mean, she did become Master of Chaos, after all…). And then she used this power to sway a few important followers into joining her cause: Wiping humanity off the face of the earth.

That was the apocalypse: When nature suddenly went insane because Luzire used her chaotic powers to give plants mobility, to make animals into monsters, and to generally wreak havoc. When the remaining (and opposing) Ellariel finally managed to stop her some years later there were only a few pockets of humans left and the world couldn’t be compared to what it had been anymore. The technology, buildings, steel, glass — everything gone, just ruins left. Basically, nature was returned to its original state — but most animals were different from before, and somewhere during the chaos dragons had slipped through. And since most humans were dead and there were so few left that the ones who remembered probably never saw one everything the following generations had were tales that had been handed down from their ancestors, including tales of dragons — except that they’d only been mythology in that past world. Today’s society calls dragons “dragons” because of those stories. They are somewhat certain that there were no dragons before the apocalypse but nobody knows for sure. And since in this world they’re kind of uncreative with naming, everything with four legs and two wings is called a dragon, even if the different species have very little in common. There are amphibious dragons, reptilian, mammalian, and finally, bird-dragons! They were created during the Apocalypse by Viridaeya, Goddess of Creation, though they weren’t meant to roam this world. They just found a chink and slipped through — to be specific, the Sanctuary, the multi-storey garden structure at the centre of Merreadon, the city in which Dreams and Shadows takes place predominantly. That’s also why there are so many dragons living there, and why the Sanctuary is as beautiful as it is. People don’t consciously notice but they can sort of feel it and therefore there are a lot of superstitions surrounding dragons. They’re also rather well-treated by almost everyone :)

Dragons are very smart — not the way a person is smart, but of a different kind of intelligence. Most of them are capable of speech, though it’s inside your head, so not really a word-based language — more sensory-based, with sounds, images and smells. They use their connection to the Essence for that.

Species of dragons.

There are many different kinds of dragons and only a few of them live as far north as Merreadon. The typical, “proper” reptile-based dragons do exist, and even in big sizes, but there are only very few of those big ones. Some kinds of reptilian dragons never stop growing, and they have a rather long life-time because there are no age limits for they since they feed off Essence (magic, basically) in addition to “normal” food. Anyways, these big dragons can only exist because of Essence, otherwise their immense weight would crush them. They’re also incapable of flight because they’re generally too heavy. They could fly, once, but that was one or two centuries back. Anyways. The big dragons that exist are the ones that still live, First Generation. They also love eating people, and live a lot further to the south where they prefer to live their lives undisturbed by humans. While humans do taste quite good, they also make a lot of trouble ;)

Reptile dragons exist in multiple forms: just scales and “bat wings”, typical dragon fashion; just scales and scaled arms from which feathers grow; and partially feathered all over their body, with feather wings. There are also a few aquatic species, which get really large, too. 

There are no reptile dragons in Merreadon because it gets far too cold in winters and while it could be colder in summer they do prefer it hot or at least warm year-round. There are a few specialized species that spend the winter deeply buried somewhere (like snakes) but none as far north as Merreadon, apart from the aquatic species. There are a few deep sea terrors in the arctic oceans, and they mostly survive because of Essence, and because they can slow down their metabolism to incredible depths.

Amphibious dragons! They live mainly underwater, and they’re the weirdest, coolest, and largest of them all, especially the deep sea dragons! There are a few kinds that don’t get very large, though, and one of these kinds is common in the streams and rivers on Merreadon island. They don’t get longer than a chopstick and their wings have been re-purposed into awesome paddles XD Ava and Ben have caught one, once, and Ben got bit and had to go to the hospital because of possible infections :P Ava was still rather small back then so she had a few nightmares during the following nights. And then she decided to find another one but never did.

There are also insect dragons, of course, chitin dragons. They live to the west and south and everyone hates them with a burning passion. They are mostly really annoying and will talk to you inside your head. Which is worst of all, basically.

The bird dragons! In addition to the ones above, two species can become as large as 2m shoulder height, but the rest stays rather small — song-bird size, max eagle size. Also, the large ones don’t occur near Merreadon.

And, finally, mammalian dragons! They are the most common kind of dragon in/around Merreadon and range from very small sizes (squirrel-sized) to large-dog size. They have bat-like wings, with skin between the wing-fingers. They can be put in the “floof” category or the “sleek” category. There are more floof dragon species in Merreadon :D

Generally speaking, dragons are theoretically immortal, if they want to be, at least concerning old age. This is most visible in the reptilian and amphibious dragons. Chitin dragons usually don’t get much older than 10 years, and bird and mammal dragons are somewhere between 20 and 100 years, depending on the individual. If a mammal dragon has chosen a human as their companion they’ll usually live as long a their human does, and then die when they die. Bird dragons usually live as long as their chosen mate. There are documented cases of queer dragons raising the babies of deceased parent dragons, because while it doesn’t happen often, accidents can occur at any time and there are lots of animals that eat dragon. And sometimes humans are just mean.

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[galaxybeginnings]

The Friendship that Changed her Lonely World

It has been a couple of months since Neena had settled into her new life in Seoul. Everything was so strange from the different language, food, and even the weather. Coming from sunny California, it was a large and slightly scary change. Neena was looking ahead though. Ahead at her goal of becoming a fashion designer that catered to everyone. Not just the high class… She actually preferred for her clothes to be worn by everyday people.

Thankfully her transition was going smoothly because of a very persistent classmate of hers, Kim Jaehyun. Having been not only the new girl, but also someone from another country, it had been hard for her to fit in with the other students at school. Jaehyun was different… A little annoying at first though. He kept popping up wherever she ended up. Striking a conversation with her, sometimes in English. It got to the point where she just gave up trying to resist him, even with all the other girls who seemed to glare at her. Not like she really cared about this anyway.

It has already been a year since the two became close friends. The two were almost sewn to each other at this point. He understood her as she did him. Also he was someone she could easily feel herself around without those nagging thoughts of being judged for her outspokenness. But he really proved his friendship one day when she had completely lost control of her emotions, exposing the secret she had never had the courage to tell anyone outside her family.

A soft layer of colorful leaves blanketed the ground. A gentle but noticeable crunching sound joined the daily noise of the city as people made their way over the drying leaves. Autumn was in full form as a chip cold breeze joined the cool air. Quick footsteps crunched their way down the street, a young woman with brunette hair was racing down the pathway.  It was clear that she needed to be somewhere quickly as she continued swiftly.

Crossing a large street via crossing path the girl approached a young man who clearly knew her. She smiled between small huffs, punching the other lightly from what he had said. They seemed very close. Close enough to be misinterpreted for possibly a couple but there was also something that said they weren’t.

Upon closer look one could hear what they were talking about a teacher that had assigned some sort of bogus assignment. Their conversation seemed to cause the girl to puff out her cheeks which lead to the male to rest his arm on her head, his free hand lightly poking a puffed out cheek.

“Come on Neena, we've had worse ones. Remember when we had to be in groups and ended up with HaeJyun? It was hard to get anything done cause he didn’t even bother to show up. Yet it was you who seemed to get through to him. That helped us not all fail.” A hearty laugh escaped him as he was shoved off her head.

“What the heck Jaehyun! Get your heavy smelly arm off of my head.” Violet eyes glared up at him. She knew that he was aware that she hated when others did that to her. Yet he always seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons from time to time. It wasn’t that she hated him for it, more like it was something she was still getting used to. Friendships typically never lasted for her let alone got to the point she was this comfortable with them. “Anyway... What did ya need us to come out here for? Ya mentioned some new food stall that ya found?” A light lick of her lips accompanied her scanning violet eyes.

“Well, I was actually thinking of using these two tickets that I got for free to that new amusement park.” Jaehyun flashed his ever so charming smile that usually made all the girls at school melt, all but Neena. Probably was why he had attached himself to her. Finally a girl that didn’t swoon at every little thing that he did. Casually draping his arm over her shoulder he waved the two tickets before her.”

“Shut UP! No way! These are like impossible to get right now! And they are even all access.... How the hell did you get them!?” Ignoring his arm over her shoulder she grabbed the tickets to get a better look at them. They were legit. How could he get these!? Wait a second.... He didn’t... “Jaehyun.... you didn’t ask your father did you?” She knew how their relationship was. It was strained due to the fact that Jaehyun had decided to not follow his father into politics. Neena understood and could see that such an environment wouldn’t be beneficial for someone as kind as him.

A shy slightly sheepish smile appeared on Jaehyun’s face. She had caught on too quickly... But she was also dense as hell to the actual reason why he had gone so far, so far as to make an agreement with his father for these. Lucky for him, but frustrating at the same time. He was happy though. Even if his original reason to befriend her was out of curiosity.

The two had just gotten off of the Twisted Comet coaster when they realized that they had yet to eat lunch. The sky had begun to change as the sun had been sinking lower without their notice. Neena decided to wait for Jaehyun to return when she overheard voice. Voices she had recognized. Voices that belonged to classmates that were... not so keen on her. Usually the words didn’t get to her. So what if they hated her for petty stupid reasons. But when she started to hear them bad mouth Jaehyun... That was something she couldn’t just sit and listen to.

As she was about to get up she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. This always happened when something bad was about to happen. What would it be this time? What kind of ridiculous ‘crap’ would she have to put up this time? There was luckily a bathroom nearby but... these girls could definitely follow her and that would only cause trouble for those trying to enjoy their time here. To destroy that would be worse than to put up with the childish ramblings that were about to happen.

Just as she thought this a wet ice cold sensation started to dribble over her head, which then became a wave of ice and liquid. She couldn’t help the cry and sudden stand that followed as she was now drenched in what seemed like iced coffee?! Seriously?! This was the least original way to bully someone for one, and secondly... It was frigid out! Her bewildered violet eyes shot up from looking at her cold drenched front to the group of girls. Yeah, Jaehyun had his fair share of fangirls but they had never really taken such a drastic step.

As she glared at each of them the itching and tingling started. Of all the times for her to lose control, it had to be in a crowded park surrounded by giggling satisfied brats like these. It doesn’t matter if you travel halfway round the world, these type of people always existed. And now they are causing her to lose control. She felt it building. How long would she be able to suppress it? The last thing she wanted was to be sent running. To give these spoiled brats the satisfaction of feeling like they won in breaking her.

Violet eyes glared daggers at them before they were covered. But not before she saw a slight change in their expressions. A sense of shock? But why? The light twitch sensation she felt drag across the mysterious cover was accompanied by an overwhelming smell of Jaehyun? Wait what?!

Her thoughts were soon drowned out by the raging voice of her friend. Had she ever heard him so furious? No... not that she was aware of. This was a different anger than anything she had ever heard. It was louder than it should be.... Oh god! Her hand shot up to grip the coat that had been placed on-top of her. Soon she felt his hand on her head, maybe to make sure that his coat didn’t slip off? She wasn’t too sure. What she did know what that the group of ‘fangirls’ were gone.

Her thoughts raced as he guided her out of the busy parts of the park. As soon as they were in what sounded like a very quiet spot his dark eyes came into view causing her to jump back. Losing her footing she was steadied by him before he once again looked at her eye to eye. There was a mix of confusion as well as “I demand an explanation” kind of look. This was what she dreaded. Him finding out that she was a freak... more than usual. This was the freak side of her that she wasn’t proud of.

Several shakey breaths happened before she started to speak. She told him of the time when she was little and had been bitten by that strange wolf dog thing. How soon after she had gotten extremely sick but no doctors could tell what was wrong and sent her home to enjoy time with her family. When she was home basically ‘dying’ from how she remembered her parents silent pain that they tried to hide. Then, one day, the ears and tail appeared. Her canines were sharper. She had become a werewolf?! Or at least that was the most logical explanation they all came up with. Her health improved and the ‘symptoms’ would only come and go under stress or illness.

Upon finishing, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. He was going to run. They all did. Thankfully none of them ever spoke of what they saw cause, hah, who would want to be labeled the local crazy person! Even though Jaehyun was the nicest and most genuine person she had ever met, he would most likely do the same. She slammed her eyes shut to brace herself as he spoke.

“So... a werewolf? Or maybe something else cause it’s kind of the middle of the day. Sadly my folklore isn’t the most sturdy right now but hey, I think it’s kinda cool. But, you are still Neena. This doesn’t change anything about our relationship or the fact you now smell like an iced caramel latte with... is that peppermint? Who the heck put caramel and peppermint together!?

Hearing his words calmed her down, with a hint of relieved shock. So... he wasn’t running? Her violet eyes slowly opened to see his dark chocolate ones saying just that. He wasn’t going anywhere. The relief she felt caused her to hug him tightly, all be it with some complaints from him about smelling like a ice latte gone horribly wrong.

#[ The Friendship that changed her lonely world || Jaehyun & Neena ] #|| Wolf Girl || #[ Wolf Girl || Drabble ] #|| Drabble it Up! ||

[lokischocolatefountain]

An Act of Political Sacrifice

Part: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Fandom: Hamilton (Modern AU)

Pairing: Alex x Eliza

Rating: PG for swearing

Word count: 3.2k words

Warning: Historical inaccuracies for the sake of convenience, Philip is a baby, adultery, angst, inappropriate language, therapy, infidelity, really angsty

Summary: Elizabeth Hamilton, with a wonderful career, loving husband, and a child, is satisfied in life. How does she handle it when her husband who could never be satisfied pulls the rug out from under her, destroying everything she held close to her heart?

Alexander Hamilton hadn't heard his wife's voice since the last time she was in their apartment over two months ago. Any conversation between them occurred only when there was a change of plans in picking up Philip from his daycare, and they took place only via text messages. Nothing more, nothing less. So, when the man heard the ringtone he had assigned only to her, he was afraid that it was bad news. Was Eliza alright? 

"Eliza?" he spoke into his phone. 

"Shit! Sorry, I- I don't know what I was thinking," she sounded nasal like she had a cold or was crying. He knew it was the latter, but he wished it was the former. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, getting off his bed and putting on his glasses. 

"I don't know," she said through sniffles. 

"Shall I come over?" Alex didn't bother waiting for her to reply as he grabbed his keys on his way to the front door, while still in his pajamas. 

When Eliza said, "If you're free, please?", the man was already in his car. 

"Be there in ten."

Eliza had moved temporarily into an empty apartment owned by her family as she didn't feel very comfortable surrounded by all the pity and advice from visiting relatives. Her father tried reasoning with her over concerns for her safety, but she was adamant in her decision as always. 

When he reached Eliza's new residence, she was picking up Philip's scattered toys off the floor and throwing them in a large white basket. He said nothing as he helped her with the remaining toys. When he shrieked as he stepped over a piece of lego, he caught the corners of her lips turn slightly upward in amusement. 

"Why does he even have legos?" They had agreed to get him legos for his third birthday, which was only a month away. 

"Well, the two Philips had gone out for grandfather- grandson bonding time and came back with everything they could fit inside the car," she chuckled, throwing in the last piece in the box that Alexander had handed her. 

"He spoils the kid too much," he said, wishing for a second that his father had gotten to know Philip, but rolling his eyes internally when he recalled that the man couldn't be bothered to attend his wedding. 

"Tell me about it," she said, stowing away the box in a mostly empty shelf. He followed her into the kitchen like a new puppy while she talked about her father's bond with their son. 

"It's eleven, and you're having dinner now?" he asked as she helped herself to some pasta. She always ate on time and made sure he did too, being the overly health conscious person she was. 

"I wasn't in the mood. You want some? I wasn't paying attention and made the usual quantity." 

They sat on the couch as they ate together in silence. He was thankful she made more for three reasons: he didn't have dinner, he missed how tasty her dishes were, and mostly because she said she cooked for him as well out of practice. It gave him hope. 

"I was sleepy and made coffee for you yesterday morning," he confessed. When he realized what he had done, he threw the contents down the sink, annoyed with himself, and left for work as quick as possible. She paused playing with her fork and looked up from her plate. 

"Philip knows something's going on," she sighed, putting down the fork. 

"What? How?" 

"Kids know such things, they're not stupid. We don't go out on the weekends anymore, dad or mom are here everyday to check on us, he lives in two separate houses on alternate days, he doesn't see the two of us together," she threw her hands up in the air in frustration and brought them back to the table with a thud. 

"He asked me why we were fighting when I was reading a story to him before bed and I didn't know what to say. I just told him to sleep. God, I'm such a bad mother." She rested her elbows on the table and buried her face in her palms. Alex hurried to her side and she hugged him while he caressed her hair. 

"I'm so scared. I don't know what I'm doing and I can't even talk to anyone because I feel so ashamed. Karen- you know, that asshole Karen- she was suddenly too friendly with mum, inviting herself over and shit. One day, she just brought her son over and began ranting about how much better my life would've been if I married him." 

"Who, John?" He released her from the hug and went back to his chair, recalling Eliza mentioning how the woman was pestering her parents to have her married to her son. She even dated the creature for a month before dumping him just so that she could get the woman off her case. Alex hated him and made it a habit to address him by the wrong name whenever they met at social gatherings. 

"It's Jeff," she pointed out, rolling her eyes. 

"Same thing, Eliza." 

She shook her head in disbelief and continued, "That's not the point. I just couldn't be there. I felt like a burden to mom and dad because they defend me against those people." 

"I'm sure they don't consider you a burden." Alex took her hand in hers and entwined his fingers with hers, just like he always did when she needed comfort.

"I know, but still. They all act so weird around me, or I was just overanalysing everything. Either way, I wasn't very comfortable there." 

They ate in silence and settled on the couch once they were done and watched Toy Story 3 for what felt like the hundredth time. The clock was ticking and he was drowsy. He knew he had to leave and get some sleep if he wanted to be functional the next day, but the way her fingers unconsciously played with his made him want to be there forever. He didn't even make a noise, afraid that she might stop if she realized what she was doing. 

"How have you been?" she asked, seemingly out of nowhere. She looked up from his shoulder with her beautiful round eyes, and god damn they looked so beautiful in the dim light of the television. 

"I'm okay," he answered, halfheartedly. He didn't know whether to pour out his heart to her or pretend everything was okay. All he knew was that he didn't want an argument. 

"Hercules doesn't think so." 

"When did you talk to him?" He should ask Mulligan to shut his mouth and not go around annoying wife about him. She probably didn't want to hear it anyway.

"Does it matter?" 

"I just don't want to whine to you about the problem I created for myself, especially when it hurt you the most," Alex confessed as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. 

"You shouldn't bottle it all up, it's not good," she said, giving his arm a little squeeze. His dear Betsey was the only one kind enough to sympathize with those who hurt her. 

"I know," he breathed, giving her a chaste kiss on her forehead. He didn't want to overstep his physical boundaries with her and it was especially difficult as he didn't know where it was. 

"Maybe we should try therapy. Together," she said playing with the strings of her pyjama pants. 

"For what?" 

"To get better. I read that couples therapy is good for this sort of thing." She was no longer looking at him, her lap seemed more interesting to her with the way she was staring at it. 

"This sort of thing? What do you even mean?" He demanded, his fingers guiding her chin to look at him. 

"Infidelity." 

"Eliza, there's nothing wrong with our marriage, it's just me. I'm a dick," he exclaimed. Her suggestion that something was so wrong with their marriage that they needed therapy was insulting. 

"Alexander," she tried to grab his attention, but he was busy trying to convince her that they didn't need any of that shrink crap. They just took money to make people talk to each other. He could do that on his own time with his wife without a fucking chaperone. 

"Alexander! I can't do this alone." 

"You're not going to do it alone. You have me. We'll work it out together. We're the experts at our own marriage, not some outsider." They had been fixing their problems by themselves perfectly well and didn't need someone else to do it for them. 

"Everytime I try to talk to you about it, I'm too furious to think rationally. We can't do this on our own. Maybe you can, but I can't!" she exclaimed, her eyes pleading with his own. 

"It's normal to get angry." And right, he thought. 

"Yeah, but it's very unhealthy and won't be good in the long run. Listen, I don't want to force you if it's something you don't want to do, but please give it a thought before outright rejecting it."

"I can't saw the elephants, daddy," Philip pouted as he tugged his father's pants to get his attention. In response, Alex carried the boy and sat him on his shoulder, wincing slightly as he gripped his hair in fear of falling off. 

"Can you, now?" 

"Yes!" He squealed playfully as he began narrating a story he heard from his friend about elephants. 

"Why does it have a tail in the front?" 

"It's called a trunk, honey," Eliza answered as she tried to suppress her laughter.

 "Why does it have that?" 

"We have our hands to eat and carry things. Elephants have a trunk instead."

"Then, it should have two trunks, not one. I can't do anything with one hand, like clap," he said, trying to clap with one hand as a way of proving that it wouldn't work. 

It was Philip's birthday and the first time the family was together since the news of the affair was published. Their son, being the animal enthusiast he was begged them to take him to the zoo when asked what he wanted for his birthday. The boy was full of questions about animals, including the monkeys who were having sex. He and Eliza answered his every question to the best of their knowledge and googled the ones they couldn't. 

After a while, they sat down on a bench in front of the meerkat exhibit as Eliza was too tired to walk, while Philip entertained himself watching the animals run back and forth. 

At eighteen weeks into her pregnancy, Alexander could notice Eliza's cute little baby bump that reminded him of the time they were expecting Philip. She was explaining to him the size of their baby (only the size of a can of cola, apparently), how it was punching and kicking and even yawning. It had distinct ears and started developing eyebrows. 

"When do you have to go to the doctor next?" he asked as he watched her rummage through their bag for snacks like a raccoon in the trash. This comparison had earned him a glare years before, which reminded him to keep the comment to himself this time. 

"Tomorrow. It's good that you asked. Can you take Phil home tonight because it's an early appointment and I won't have time to take him to the daycare," she said before biting into an apple. Their kid hated hospitals and he knew it wasn't an option for Eliza to take him along with her. But, it wasn't what he had in mind when he asked her about it. 

"Well- umm- okay," he tried to argue but agreed to her request. 

"You don't sound okay. You don't have to if you're busy. I could drop him off with Dad. He's been complaining about not seeing his grandson enough." 

"Betsey, I'm not busy at all. I just thought I could come with you." He was in fact very busy, but she didn't have to know that. He could think of an appointment that could be attended by his subordinates and wouldn't need his presence. If Eliza drifter farther away from him, he would lose her and his family entirely. 

She looked wide-eyed at him with her mouth full of apple, her surprise indicating how unusual he was being. He had gone with Eliza for only three of her appointments when she was previously pregnant. She signalled him to wait for a second before she hurriedly swallowed it. 

"Alexander, you don't have to," she trailed and continued once she found the perfect word, "overcompensate. You're probably very busy." 

"I'm never too busy for my family," he defended immediately. Eliza raised an eyebrow challengingly as she bit into the apple almost angrily. She then shook her head and looked back at him with a more neutral expression. 

"We're going to fight about this, aren't we?" she chuckled. 

"Seems like that's all we do these days," he said sorrowfully, hanging his head low. She moved closer to him on the bench and rested her head on his shoulder and he took her hand in his. 

"I wish it never happened," she whispered so quietly, he didn't know if he was meant to hear it. She didn't have to mention what it meant. 

"Me too, Betsey. Me too."

Eliza invited him into her apartment when Alex dropped her off after they left their son at the Schuyler mansion, and he gladly went in. The rest of the day went by well. They walked around the zoo slowly until Philip's legs gave out and began falling asleep on his dad's shoulder. They went to his favorite restaurant where he became full right after drinking a small bowl of tomato soup. The conversation had made things uncomfortable for the pair, but they ignored it in favor of putting up an act in front of their kid who seemed happy after a long time to be out with both of his parents. 

"You're too silent these days," she commented as she took his coat from him. 

"I could say the same about you," he countered as he fell back on the couch.

"Well, it's true, but I have the capability to remain silent and we know very well that you can't go more than a minute without speaking in detail about something or the other," she pointed out. 

She switched on the television before she walked to the kitchen to fetch them water. The television, unfortunately, opened on a news channel on which people seemed to be debating him and his affair in particular. Has she forgiven him? There was even a picture of them from today. His wife was elaborately discussed, angering him to no ends. Eliza didn't seem at all bothered by the subject of the program until she changed the channel to one that showed close up images of food. 

He hated her new apartment and everything that was in it. It was complete, just like their home that she hadn't stepped into for months. It was fully furnished with the best furniture, her clothes were kept in her wardrobe as though they belonged there, their son had a room and a new set of everything he had back home. It looked like she had moved in permanently. 

"It's dad. He didn't tell me anything, but I think he hates you," she said, taking a sip of water. 

"That's an understatement," he huffed, recalling the fire in his eyes not too long ago when they dropped Philip off. 

"Yeah, well. He's been buying things for the place I never asked for. It's nothing to worry about. He'll come around soon,”she shrugged.

"It's not really him that I'm worried about," he said, putting his legs up on the coffee table. He didn't like to do that usually, but the furniture here could get all muddy and ugly for all he cared. 

"Well, you should be, Hamilton. He might issue a reward for whomever beheads you. Whenever he comes home, he bitches about you like you bitch about Jefferson and Burr." 

"Have you moved on?" he asked, taking notice of a particular word. Home. This wasn’t her home.

"What? No, I haven't." 

"It looks like you have. You look so comfortable in this house- you called it home and I hate that. This is not- it can't be your home. You have your things lying around everywhere and this place is so lived in and it seems that you've decided to leave our home permanently." 

"I don't think I can come back there, Alexander." 

"What do you mean? It's our home!" 

"It was! Now that I know what you did there, it feels so, ugh," she grunted as she clenched her fists, "disgusting." 

"So you're never coming home. This is your decision," he deadpanned. He should've expected this. When Eliza finally met him after asking for time apart to think, he didn't think the duration was forever. She tried to interrupt him, but he put no effort into listening to her as he poured out his frustrations. 

"What about going to therapy? I thought you wanted us to get better. Have you changed your mind?" he asked, searching his memory for any instance in which he hurt her enough for her to stop considering repair. 

"Alexander!" Eliza's voice brought him back to reality from the depths of his mind. 

"Listen to me. My not coming there has nothing to do with my decision regarding the continuity of our marriage. I don't want to return, not because I want to be separated from you- legally or otherwise, but because it's no longer my home. Do you remember how long it took us to save up enough money to buy that place? The day we moved in? All our funds were locked up and we didn't have enough for groceries. We were hungry, but never happier. It was where we fought, made love, had our child," she paused to gasp. 

"I thought it was ours, I thought our home was as special to you as it was to me, but you willingly brought some girl to our home, our bed, and God knows where else." 

"So, you're not giving up on our marriage?" he asked hopefully, ignoring her words about their home. He understood why she felt the way she did. The fact that they would never live together in their home was painful, but her answer was more than enough for him to hope for a new beginning in a new home.

"How could I? I've loved you for so long that I can't recall myself before you or imagine myself in the future without you. You've been a good husband to me and a wonderful father to Phil, and I have no doubts that you'll be good to next one." There was a hint of a smile as she touched her belly endearingly. 

"You've done something truly horrifying and as much as I'm supposed to shun you from my life for it, I can't because you've been nothing but absolutely sincere in your apologies and actions. I'm terrified of being with you again, of giving you all the broken pieces of my heart because you still wield the power break them to a point of no return,” she said, her voice as vulnerable as it was when she vowed to stand by him for sickness and in health.

"I'll never hurt you ever again, I promise," he choked on his own voice as he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he selfishly took in the comfort of her presence yet again. She let him take her guest bedroom and before that, he kissed her belly and promised their daughter- he wished it was a girl- to be the father she deserved, and the husband her mother deserved.

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #eliza hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #the reynolds pamphlet #hamilton modern au #hamilton imagine #modern hamliza #hamliza #hamilton x eliza #alexander x eliza #hamilton fanfic #angst

[blyanten]

THE DUCK AVENGER PK2: #8 JUST A FRIEND

Welcome to abusive ex-boyfriend, round two.

Outside Duckmall, the cops are reporting that everything is fine. So we can all safely assume that everything is not fine.

Inside, Stella is distracted. She’s so distracted she needs a *gasp* second try at wrapping a gift. And it’s the third time today! The horror! If she doesn’t get her act together, her boss will start docking the waster wrapping paper from her paycheck.

…I have worked as a sales clerk, so 1. Wrapping paper is cheap, even the fancy kind. 2. Even the best wrapper throws away a bunch of paper. And most importantly, 3. What exactly are you paying this poor girl? Because if docking the cost of a bit of wrapping paper is an actual threat, she’s not getting paid anywhere near enough.

Of course, they could just be that cheap, but if they are that’s also not saying good things about her paycheck.

Outside the shop, Rupert and Donald note that Stella has been acting a bit off for the last few days. But really, it takes her forever to get to work, she needs to change the bus five times to get to Duckmall from the Flower district where she lives.

Okay, either Duckburg is GIGANTIC, or that bus system needs a serious overhaul.

Donald suggests Stella might be in love, and Rupert towers over him, glaring in response.

So we can also safely assume that despite going on at least one date, Rupert somehow still hasn’t gotten his head out of his ass and actually done anything about his crush. That’s almost impressive.

Elsewhere, the standard new cop/experienced cop pair is getting lunch. Old guy is getting actual food, the new guy apparently thinks he can live on a single apple. Yet he claims to have taken a course in proper nutrition.

Man, these diet fads are getting out of control.

They get notified that a biker gang is trying to rob an armored truck. They take off, practically before new cop, O’Hara, is in the car. When they get to the scene of the robbery, old cop, Spader, decides to shoot out the tire on one of the motor bikes.

And now this guy is, realistically, at best busy scraping off most of his skin on the asphalt, earning himself a long hospital stay. These people have no idea how lucky they are to live in a comicbook world.

And elsewhere again, Everett is telling Birgit and Boring that Ducklair Electronics is having some trouble with quality control on microchips, and that they need to get on top of that, now. He leaves it entirely up to them, despite the fact that they’re already arguing before he hangs up.

Juniper thinks her dad is working too hard. He could use the help of a hero, like the Duck Avenger.

So that crush is still going strong.

At Duckmall, Donald tries to cheer up Stella, while Rupert… does absolutely nothing other than stare and let Fitzroy feed him obvious bullshit about Stella and Donald’s relationship.

As much as I hate to admit it, fair point. Have you offered some sympathy, Rupert?

At the police station, Spader and some other experienced cop is trying to interrogate biker-guy, but gets nowhere. The interview is cut short when Spader has to remove the other cop from the room, since the law tend to frown upon police brutality.

And this is when we get some backstory on this mess. Apparently, a gangwar has been brewing lately, and someone is supplying the gangs with pretty high tech weapons. But so far the gangs have also been busy robbing places where they can get a lot of cash quickly, suggesting they need money for something fast.

Spader decides it’s time for some theatre, and dresses up O’Hara as a rival gang member. A few insults later, biker guy loses his temper and reveals everything. His gang is buying a sonic cannon, and is going to wipe the other gang off the map!

I think this guy grew longer sleeves after falling off his bike.

While biker buy is taken away, a lab tech comes running, confirming that a microchip from Ducklair Enterprises was used in biker guy’s weapon. Spader basically says “again”, and Angus Fangus appears so fast you’d think the chance to smear anything with the Ducklair name on it was a summoning ritual.

Spader kicks him out, winning me over on the spot.

At Ducklair Tower, Birgit and Boring are still arguing.

At Ducklair Manor, Everett has called Lydia over for a talk. She’s not happy about having to go all the way out there, while Everett is obnoxiously cheerful. Turns out they’re having a disagreement over how she should do her job. Everett says one thing, Lyla says “No, and feel free to fire me if you don’t like it.”

You know, with all the stuff Angus is saying, I’m pretty sure there’s an actual, good reason for a lawsuit there. No need to leave it all to Lyla. But she dutifully promises to make sure everyone knows the truth before leaving.

Meanwhile, Donald is at work, listening to Angus’s report and looking just a tiny bit smug at Angus having turned his focus onto Everett.

Can you blame him?

The news also mention the robbery of the armored car, which took place in the Flowers District. Donald concludes that Stella has probably been worried for her safety lately, and decides to do something about it.

Later that night, Stella return home to… this guy. Lucas.

If you’re that bored, go take a shower.

He whines about her TV being boring, which is his only entertainment since he can’t go out. She claims cable is too expensive, while he tells her to not worry so much, they’ll be rich soon.

Out in the night, the police are doing patrols and getting ready to crack down on a gang meeting. The gang is about to buy the sonic cannon mention earlier, when the Avenger interrupts.

Well, shit.

The cops jump in, but too late, most of the gang escapes. On the bright side, the cannon didn’t get sold, and the Avenger has the phone of one member who was busy calling his boss. Right there. In the middle of an ambush from the cops and the local superhero.

The Avenger snatches the phone, and then decides to leave before the cops arrest him for screwing up their ambush.

Spader is pretty damned annoyed, acting like this happens all the time. Unfortunately, we’ve seen none of that, so uh, sorry, new character, I just don’t feel much sympathy for you or your unseen plight here.

Unfortunately, Everett is listening in via his telepathic network, and this seems to have given him some ideas. In the morning, he faxes Lyla a press release, which blames everything about the microchips and gangs on the Avenger.

Lyla quits on the spot.

This is another one of those things where you’d think Everett was doing it on purpose, because Lyla’s reaction is completely unsurprising, but once again Everett’s reaction to the entirely predictable response to his actions is… not that of someone who wanted that to happen.

You’re clearly deeply upset that the Avenger’s ally, which you should at least be suspecting she is at this point, and who has said before that she’s not doing that shady crap, quit when you asked her to pull that shady crap on the Avenger. I have just the thing for that!

Elsewhere, Boring is checking numbers, while Birgit tries to make fun of him.

Meanwhile, Donald is woken by his nephews going to school. He’s also late for work. Again. Also, he’s been on the internet all night long in the age of dial-up, so they tell him to at least keep the job until the next phone bill has been paid.

Now, the reason he was on the internet was to check the phone number the less than bright gang member was calling.

The joys of landlines.

At Stella’s place Lucas is drinking. The can says soda, but I’m not buying it. That’s definitely beer.

He needs to do a small job for him, and tells her to call in sick. She can do that for him, right? She hesitantly agrees, and he hands her a microchip and tells her to deliver it for him.

Ugh. Allow me to praise both writer and artist on their work with this guy. He may be a stereotype, but he’s a pretty well done one. In other words, I want to punch his lights out.

At Duckmall Fitzroy is making noises about how it must be the day of the sick, with both Donald and Stella staying at home. Wow. Two whole people sick. At a giant mall. I bet that never happens.

But he actually does seem to think Donald and Stella is having an affair, because he tells Rupert to go visit Stella in a way that suggests he knows she isn’t sick.

Can you side-eye yourself? Because Fitzroy is doing it.

See, this is what happens when you think everyone would act like yourself. Horrible misjudging of everyone around you.

At the police station, Spader is getting a talking to from his boss. Turns out that a senator is rather unhappy with the police supposedly spreading information that one of the richest guys in town is involved in a gang war. Especially since that investigation is going nowhere.

Spader points out that it’s his job to check every possibility, and that it can also be difficult to keep everything secret. Boss actually agrees, but is also very firm about redirecting the investigation. Like, maybe, onto the Duck Avenger?

Spader admits he’s considered it, but…

And with some “encouragement” from the boss, he declares that he won’t tolerate interference from the Avenger in his work.

Well, I did say he should try something other than leaving it all to the press secretary.

Stella is returning home, and Lucas isn’t there. The Avenger, however, is. And he’s taking this entire thing rather personally, saying the Stella Nice appears to be a clerk at Duckmall, but that the phone marks her as the secret leader of a gang of criminals.

I think you might be taking this personally.

Stella breaks down in tears, and the Avenger changes tracks immediately, realizing that something else is going on.

(Stella being the gang leader could have been interesting, but would have needed more build up than this.)

The Avenger asks her to tell him everything, and she does.

Lucas used to be her boyfriend in high school. He was the captain of the football team, she helped him with his studies… pretty cliché, but there you go. However, he was also a braggart, and thought he had a future as a football star. Unfortunately, he injured himself before the finals, and didn’t get to show off for the recruiters, and so that dream was shot.

According to Stella, he was never the same after that, kept apologizing for his… failure.

I really want to know what he was really apologizing for, that kind of break usually means that someone switched out the word they were going to use.

Anyway, Stella left for college and hadn’t seen him since then, until he showed up a week ago. He’d been running from someone, a group of criminals, and she invited him home. She quickly realized that Lucas was in fact a criminal, but by then it was too late. Kicking a gang member out of your home is not easy.

She did however, pick up on the fact that the two gangs have some kind deal going on, because one gang has a weapon, the sonic cannon, and the other had the microchip needed to make it work.

Lucas decided to stay at Stella’s until the deal was about to be finalized, and never left the house. Until now, as the Avenger points out. Stella is about to say more, but then starts worrying about what Lucas might do if he knew she was talking.

The Avenger points out that she should have gone to the police. Stella says that Lucas frightens her. Sometimes he’s sweet, other times… well. The Avenger tells her not to worry, he’ll deal with it, but she needs to tell him everything.

This is when Rupert arrives, thinking that him spending one and a half hour on the bus to get there will charm Stella completely. It’s such a sacrifice, you know? And then he sees the two through the window, quite reasonable, for once, mistaking the Avenger for Donald, and, less reasonably, stomps off in a huff.

Inside, the Avenger and Stella agrees that Stella will go stay with Tempest for a while, and outside Rupert has found an alley, where he’s busy blaming Donald for his romantic failures.

A woman you like, but who is not your girlfried, is hanging out with another man, and this is how you react? Totally acceptable behavior and not at all the kind of red flag that should send Stella running for the hills.

Why, yes, I did just run out of patience with this bullshit, and wow, why is it his behavior seems to be at its worst in the “abusive boyfriend” issues? 

The thing is also that, if you had just kept the romance stuff on the level of cartoonish exaggeration, this wouldn’t have stood out as much. But throw in someone like Lucas and treat him seriously, and it changes the tone completely.

That being said... that seems to be exactly the point, as Rupert does end up being a foil to Lucas. 

Where was I? Right, over at Ducklair Tower, Birgit is tired of waiting for Boring’s methods of investigation to pay off and is about to suspend production of the microchips until a solution to the problem is found. She’ll also tell Everett that Boring sucks.

Boring tells her she’s wasting her breath. He’s worked out who is selling the microchips to the gangs, a company called Fergus Inc, found evidence of it and sent it to the proper authorities.

The proper authorities being the goddamned army. They’re just waiting for another sale to go down to move in.

At the Flower District, Rupert is about to go and demand an explanation from Stella and he’ll deal with Donald tomorrow. He arrives back at Stella’s place just in time to watch the Avenger fly away.

This deflates him enough that he doesn’t do anything stupid, while Stella seems to be rather unimpressed with him in general.

Get him.

Rupert is spared from explaining himself by the appearance of Lucas’s rival gang. They’re here for Lucas’s girlfriend, to exchange her for the microchip.

Faced with these news Rupert cuts loose. Sure, it’s three or four to one, but Rupert is built like a barn. 

See, that foil thing? Already here you can see the difference.

The gang members run off, and Stella invites him in.

Elsewhere, the army and the feds are busy arresting people at Fergus Inc. Turns out Fergus has been remarking shitty Belgravian microchips with the Duckair brand, sold those to the army, and then sold the real chips to the streetgangs for their weight in gold.

And since I feel like I’m on a nitpicking roll today, I’ll just say that you would get very little gold if you took that expression literally.

While this is happening, the gangwar is getting closer to breaking out. Both gangs were going to try and screw over the other, but the Avenger interrupts before they get that far. He’s already gone and gotten the microchip. So that’s one thing down.

Don’t mock the guys with the guns.

And then the guys trying to kidnap Stella shows up, and things escalate into the cleanest gunfight I’ve ever seen.

The only people who walk out of here injured has to be the two getting kicked in the neck/troath area.

The Avenger grumbles about having to use the shield against street-criminals, but really, some exceptions should be made. So Lucas gets a fist to the face.

The police arrive, finding the criminals, the microchip and cannon practically giftwrapped for them.

“We need him, so I’m gonna try and stop him!”   

And with that, Spader can finally give the press some good news. In his opinion, anyway, Angus in not happy about Ducklair Enterprises being proven innocent. What really annoys him though, is that Channel 00 admitted that. By doing so, they’re basically admitting that Angus made everything up, and also that’s not what Angus wrote.

Too bad, says Editor Dan. He’ll have to take that up with their new Editor in Chief.

The job at Ducklair Enterprises might not have gone anywhere interesting, but this is funnier.

At Duckmall, Stella is still struggling with the events of the last week. Donald suggests Rupert go comfort her, and Rupert, apparently having had a realization where his own behavior is concerned, suggests Donald comes along.

So that thing I was babbling about higher up? This is where that really pays off. Now, I feel like Rupert’s less than good behaviors have gone on for so long, and became worrying enough that I personally would have liked a little more introspection on Rupert’s part, because that’s not the kind of thing that just goes away after you realize that, “hey, I’m overreacting badly”, but credit where credit’s due, this is way more than some would have done.

And also, wow, I am in a serious mood today. ANYway, my point is, good job.

And later that night Everett receives an e-mail from Lyla, where she informs him “I feel no resentment or gratitude. I only did my duty towards the truth.”

And then we get this.

It all seems to suggest that there was an arc planned where Lyla was involved a lot more than she ended up being. Unfortunately, she’s mostly sidelined after this, and the series got cancelled, so who knows what might have happened.

#PKNA #pk2 #Duck avenger #comic #review #sort of #for fun

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz lbs: 4th + 5th may

suchhhh bad acting by the qaidis. lord, why can’t this show get better extras? 😐😐😐

pft. shivaay singh oberoi just DANCED around drunk on magic berries with a bigger gun than that. try harder, qaidis. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao, shuru ho gayi apni madam. 😋😋😋

HAHAHAHA AMAR PREM 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

“naam sunte hai pata chala tha tum filmy aur awaara kism ke ladke ho, but no! tum toh nikkame aur nithalle bhi ho.” 😂😂😂

lol shivaay’s reaction to her ENERGY. 😂😂😂

OMG JUST WHEN I THINK I CAN’T LOVE ANIKA MORE, SHE QUOTES ANDAZ APNA APNA. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, I WOULD DIE FOR THIS GIRL. I WOULD. MOVE OVER SHIVAAY. NO ONE CAN LOVE HER MORE THAN ME. 😭😭😭

this is exaaaaaaaaactly how i react when ppl tell me they haven’t seen andaz apna apna. 😧😧😧

jesus i feel like gul & co. are stalking me. *looks around suspiciously*

these qaidis need to get a grip with the bad acting. 😕😕😕

shivaay is so undeserving of my queen. can she leave his unappreciative ass and marry me? ours shall be a happy, andaz apna apna quote filled union. 👭🏽👭🏽👭🏽

why are the qaidis holding hands? are they lovers, ‘i love you philip morris’ style? 🤔🤔🤔

also i swear i’ve seen the moochi waala qaidi somewhere before. 😐😐😐

lmaooooooooo shivaay’s faceeee when she keeps talking. 😂😂😂

lol, the moochi waala qaidi is thissss close to losing it. i guess you need to be exposed to anika for a really long time to build up resistence the way shivaay has. 😋😋😋

whattttt kinda stupidass police doesn’t know what the faraar qaidi look like? 😒😒😒

i really think the qaidi are lovers. look how affectionately that one is sehlaofying the other one’s knee. 😙😙😙

who died and made anika the leading expert on tyres? 🙄🙄🙄

lol, sach mein aaj bohut bakbak kar rahi hai. i think she MIGHT still be high on berry juice. 😂😂😂

lo. aur police. 😐😐😐

finally. someone knows what INDIA’S LEADING BUSINESSMAN looks like. 😒😒😒

BIWI BIWI BIWI BIWI. man is unstoppable. i think he’s just glad someone’s married to his annoying ass.  😂😂😂

aaaaaaaaand moochi waala qaidi’s lost his temper finally. 😝😝😝

OUFF, SHIVAAY. YOU’RE THE BIGGEST IDIOT. I THINK THIS IS PROOF HE’S A BONAFIDE OBEROI, COZ SUCH DUMBASSERY IS 100% OBEROI GENES. 😑😑😑 

lol anika talking about her hair routine featuring mehendi reminds me of the scene where she offers omkaara shikakai and reetha waala shampoo as thanks for clearing her name of the chip waala accusation. 😂😂😂

why the fuck hasn’t shivaay noticed that the policeman is out cold???? 😒😒😒

CODEWORD BHI NAHI SMAJHTA, BEWAKOOF!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤

“lagta hai bhabiji ko antakshari khelni hai.” lmao 😂😂😂

haha shivaay’s fake laugh. 😂😂😂

oh god, please don’t make HIM sing. 🙉🙉🙉

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG SHIVAAY’S GETTING MAD THAT ANIKA’S SINGING DURING HIS TURN. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

shivaay singh oberoi, antakshari enthusiast. who knew. 😇😇😇

… i’m so surprised shivaay even knows how to play antakshari. it’s such a LS game as far as he’s concerned. 🤔🤔🤔

LMAO LOOK AT HIM ENJOYING ‘GOLI MAAR BHEJEEEE MEIN’ AS IF IT’S SOME CLASSICAL RAAG 😂😂😂😂

oh godddddddddddddd now he’s even singing along to oye oye. this fucking idiot. 😂😂😂

FUCKINGGGGGG FINALLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY! 

LOL WHY IS HE STILLL SINGINGGGG ALONNNNNGGG???? 😂😂😂

could youuuuu people run a little FURTHER, and not just stop at the first thing you found???????? idiots. 😒😒

“tum theek ho?” awwww 😭😭😭😭

lmaooo “haan par US WAQT ka code word tha na!” pffffffft. typical husband wala excuse. 🙄🙄🙄

“TOH ACHCHI QUALITY KA BRAIN KHAREEDNA CHAHIYE THA NA!!!!!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂😂

he doesn’t know what oootpataang means??? it’s a normal word though?? 😐😐😐

I TOLD YOU FUCKERS TO RUN FURTHERRRRRRRRRRR 😩😩😩

qaidis are taking full opportunity to fucking ACT the fuck out of the 3 minutes given to them. 😒😒😒

shivaay, you know she’s not gonna leave your stupid ass, as much as you deserve it. it’s her one fatal flaw. 😑😑😑

pffffffft, so only you can talk crap about how much she talks eh? 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooooo anika and her thermocol ka stone. 😂😂😂

qaidi 2 ki actingggggggg. amazing. 

headcanon: patidev was finding anika all types of sexy and advancing to kiss the crap outta her when that stupid qaidi interrupted. 😠😠😠

is this the time to pick a fight, shivaay? kissss her! 😚😚😚

i feel like my liveblogs these days should just be a bullet point after bullet point screaming “kiss her!!!!!!!!!!!” and nothing more. 😐😐😐

please, is that why you stood in front of a gun, ready to take a bullet with her name on it FOR THE SECOND FUCKING TIME???? 🙄🙄🙄

this is an equal opportunity bullet-taking relationship, asshole. you better accept that and get used to it, mister. 😑😑😑

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO THEM SCREAMING SHUT UP AT THE QAIDI. AND HIM ACTUALLY PUTTING HIS FINGER ON HIS LIPS. 😂😂😂😂

she’s right. it is yourrrrr fault, shivaay. your nosy NKK enquiring ass is to fault! 😒😒😒

“haddi-tod bhi” LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS KANJI EYED MOTHERFUCKER GETS HIMSELF SHOT AGAIN, IMMA RESURRECT HIS DEAD ASS AND KILL HIM ALL OVER AGAIN MYSELF. AND IT’LL BE PAINFUL AND FUCKING SLOW. FUCKING HELL. 😡😡😡

5th may

lmaoooooo wait, they’re really named AMAR PREM? hahahahahaha 😂😂😂

shivaay’s sideeye at the qaidis while watching them argue. 😂😂😂

“mere koooo kyunnn maaara????” - said in the same voice and tone as “tere ko kisneee maaara????????” from gunda 😂😂😂

anika’s turn to stand in front now. #feminism 💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽

oh mooch wale qaidi. that was a mistake. you made SSO angry. you won’t like him when he’s angry. 😬😬😬

“BIIIIIIIIIIWIIIIII HAI MERIIIIIIIIIII! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS RAN OUT ON MY ASS ON MY WEDDING DAY???? YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET HER TO MARRY ME? AND TO KEEP HER MARRIED TO ME ON A DAILY BASIS? IT’S FUCKING HARD. DON’T YOU FUCKING BE SHOOTING AT THE ONLY WOMAN ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH WHO CAN TOLERATE ME!!!!!!!!”

lol nakuul having to stand on his tippy toes to match the qaidi’s height. 😂😂😂

why’s he pointing the gun towards himself tho? such a fucking idiot. 😒😒😒

pfffffffffft, i already know the qaidi’s the one who’s getting shot. awaaiiiii ka drama. 🙄🙄🙄

looks like policeman finallly fucking woke up from his mini coma. 😐😐😐

also, god, so overdramatic, mooch waale qaidi. bas haath pe hi toh laga hai. that’s like a rudra level graaaaaaze. ask these two how a gunshot to the fucking chest feels. 😒😒😒

yaaaaaaaaaaas, you hug the crap outta your husband girl. 😊😊😊

and since he’s not taking the initiative, maybe YOU kiss him. it’s 2017, girls can do that now. 🙆🏽🙆🏽🙆🏽

coz she loves your dumb ass, you dumbass. 😒😒😒

ouff. you two. less fighting. more makeout-ing. 🙄🙄🙄

oh ho, ghoom phir ke back to NKK. 😑😑😑

btw, is this all happening in front of the chor-police? like… you two should maybe take this behind that wall. 😕😕😕

aw. he’s trying. 😭😭😭

i know he is, but… come on man, you’re a grownass adult. you gotta learn how to control your impulses. you can’t just do whatever the fuck you “want”. i WANT to quit my job and just stay in bed, braless all day. i WANT to never eat another healthy meal again and just subsist on potato chips and popcorn for the rest of my life. can i do that? NO. COZ THAT’S WHAT BEING A GODDAMN ADULT IS ABOUT. YOU CONTROL YOUR IMPULSES AND DO THE RIGHT THING. 😒😒😒

aaaah, finally she said it. 😭😭😭

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

also, crying. my boy’s grown up. he’s SO grown up. waaaaaah. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

amazing what some rottenass alcoholic berries and having a gun pointed in your face can do! they’ve given this man the self awareness he’s been lacking for 33 fucking years. 😐😐😐

ok, did he stay up all night reading some relationship therapy book or what? he’s talking classic counselling language. 🤔🤔🤔

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, they love each other sooooo muchhhhhhhhhh. and iiiiiiiii love them soooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhh. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

COULD YOU FUCKERS AT LEAST FUCKING KISS NOW?!!? 😩😩😩

GODDAMNIT POLICE OFFICER!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY WERE GONNA KISS! THEY ALREADY HAVE A BROTHER WHO DOES GHATIYA INOPPORTUNATELY TIMED SHAYARI BACK HOME. NO ONE WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOUR STUPIDASS FUCKING SHER. 😡😡😡

also, where did the second policeman come from?? 

GO HOME AND SEXXXXXXXX NOW!!!!!!!!!!! 👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽

walk, you spoilt braaaatttt! 🙄🙄🙄

CHAMPA!!!!!!!!! 😇😇😇

lmaooooo anika’s wonderstruck look at her ownnnn hands. such fucking cute. i love her so much. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

lmaoooooo “zindagi bharrrr yeh sunna hoga” suchhhhh a typical husband. 😂😂😂

lol tumhare paas jet THAAA. it crashed, remember? 😋😋😋

LMAO SHE’S SOOOOO ME. SUCHHHH A PATRONIZING SMUGASS BITCHHHHHH. 😂😂😂

awwww look how nervous he is. 😊😊😊

HELLO CHAMPU! 😂😂😂 

she just SHOVED him offffff lmaooooo 😂😂😂😂

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HE’S COVERING HIS FACE!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

“dono” haha awwwwwwwwww 😙😙😙

“is baare mein kisi ko bataana mat.” 

omgggggggg this adorable fuckerrrrr. 💘💘💘💘

“pair theek se aa rahe hai?“ 

kyun nahi aayenge? utniiiii height toh hai nahi iski. 😋😋😋

lollllllllllllllllllll he doesn’t know what to do with his handsssssssss. 😂😂😂

why the random flashbacks to the #shitia party? 🤔🤔🤔

ouffffff, back to this hellhole. can’t my babies just stayyyyy in the foresttttttttt? 😫😫😫

lmaoooooooo look at him saunter in coooooolllly in the bg. 😆😆😆

UGH. CALM DOWN MUMMEH. HE’S BACK NOW. 🙄🙄🙄

and fuck your passive aggressiveness. 😑😑😑

shivaay’s silent but slightly annoyed “I’M A GROWNASS ADULT” face is my permanant face at my mom. 😐😐😐

mummeh doesn’t appreciate being dismissed like that. 😬😬😬

nor does she appreciate him being a GOOD FUCKING HUSBAND. THERE IS NOTHING I FUCKING HATE MORE THAN THIS DESI CONCEPT OF “JORU KA GHULAM”. IT’S CALLED BEING A CONSIDERATE, LOVING HUSBAND. MAJAAAAAL HAI KI THE PATRIARCHY LET A MAN BE DEMONSTRABLY AFFECTIONATE AND CARING TOWARDS HIS GODDAMN WIFE. 👿👿👿👿

i’ve said it once, i’ll say it again: fuck you very much pinky. please die, thanks. 👹👹👹☠☠☠

god what nonsense. looks like gauri’s bullshit #pativrataness is spreading via air to anika. ugh. LET HIM TOUCH YOUR GODDAMN FEET IF THAT’S WHAT HE WANTS. 😒😒

goddddddd pinkyyyyyyyyyy, LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!!!!! BHOOT KE TARAH MANDARAAA RAHI HAI HAMESHA. 😑😑😑

and he said he doesn’t wanna do the damn pooja. DROP IT, MUMMEH! 😠😠😠

yeah, whatever. good luck trying. now leave. 🙄🙄🙄

“khud ko change karne ki koshish kar raha hoon. mere liye tumhara naam khoon khaandaan TUMSE IMPORTANT NAHI HAI.“ 

excuse me. it’s raining on my face. 😭😭😭

… ”HUMAAAAAAARE LIYE”. SAY IT! SAY IT! 🙃🙃🙃

HAAAAAAAA, HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

“ek dusre ke liye goli khaa sakte hai… toh mom ki gaali khaa hi sakte hai.“ 

lol idk about you shivaay, but i’d rather khaaofy goli rather than mom ki gaali, coz desi moms and their daant is waaaay more emotionally traumatic. 😫😫😫

also, waaaaaaaaaaaaah, i loveeeee himmmmmmmmmm. 😭😭😭

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT MAHI VE CONFIRMED TO BE SHIVAAY KA BHAI 😱😱😱

today’s lb will be put up like… waaaaaay later. :) 

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