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#bb girl I cannot defend you no more
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Just finished ofmd s2 first three episodes and I’m-
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agustdiv1ne · 1 year
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Congratulations on 2k!! Could I ask for #052FF1, smut, and Felix
thank you bb! enjoy :)
wc: 888
warnings: 18+, phone sex, dirty talk, dom-leaning!felix
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“i miss you, baby,” your boyfriend tiredly mumbles over the phone, his deep voice gravelly with the remnants of sleep. while his day has just begun, you are unwinding from your own, a glass of wine sitting on your bedside dresser as you aimlessly scroll on your phone. you would be lying if you said that you don’t miss him, too. he tries his best to keep you updated, to text you cute messages of affection whenever he gets the chance, but sometimes his schedules become too much. after long days of travel and effortful concerts, you expect nothing more than a small ‘i love you. goodnight ♡” text, and a phone call here or there when time finally permits. 
you cannot deny the frustration seeping into your bones, either. you’ve touched yourself to the thought of his hands trailing burning paths across your skin, yes, but your imagination can only do so much after being apart for so long. you miss feeling his hands gripping your hips, miss his forehead pressing against your own as he forces you to look at him. you miss his baritone voice rumbling lowly in your ear, urging you to cum, cum for me, love. 
you’re sure it's the few glasses of wine you have previously consumed that has your mind trailing to such thoughts as you listen to felix ramble on about yesterday’s schedule, his rant about how the other members pranked him going in one ear and right out the other when he emits a breathy groan, stretching his aching muscles as you hear him shift in bed. a tingle shoots down your spine directly to your core. the urge to dip your fingers below the waistband of your panties wins over your logical mind, the tips of your middle and index just barely brushing over your clit. a quiet whimper rises from your throat, and suddenly you're all too aware of the silence emanating from the other end of the phone.
one, two moments pass with you frozen in place, your cheeks flushing with a fiery heat that begins to spread down your neck. he had heard, no doubt. you wrack your mind for something to say, an excuse of some sort, that would throw him off your trail. anything to curb this embarrassment that is mixing with the lust flowing through your veins. 
you, unfortunately, fail to find one in time.
"are you touching yourself?" he questions, his voice now void of any lethargy that previously existed. your heart pumps in a quick rhythm as you move to defend yourself.
"no!" you squeak before composing yourself. "no, i'm not."
"holy shit, you are." you can hear his smug smirk just by the way he says it. you shake your head as if he could see while you stutter out protests. he chuckles darkly in response, a sound that sends shockwaves straight south. "keep going, love. let me hear your pretty noises."
"o-okay," you murmur as your fingers find your aching clit once more. the first swipe of your fingers has you moaning quietly, a sound that earns you a tut.
"i said let me hear you, sweetheart. louder," he grunts. something about his impossibly low morning voice stirs something inside of you, and louder whimpers begin to slip from your lips. "good girl. playing with your pretty little pussy feels good, hm?"
"so good, lix," you cry out as you spread your legs wider, imagining it's your boyfriend's fingers playing with you rather than your own. "want you so bad."
he emits a loud groan at your lust-infused words. "yeah? wish i could taste your pussy right now, sweetheart. would make you cum for hours- oh fuck."
"are you touching yourself, too?" you manage to ask between moans, your thighs beginning to quake. you hear his breath stutter before he responds.
"course i am, love. don't you fuckin' know what you do to me?" he pants, and you find it in you to rub quicker, tighter circles onto your bundle of nerves as you hear him grow closer to his high. "gonna cum soon, f-fuck. you close?"
"y-yeah, can i cum? please?" you beg as if he was there to stop you otherwise. he loves this, the way you allow him control of your most vulnerable state, allow him to control your pleasure in a way that you have never let anyone before.
"fuck yes, baby. cum. cum for me," he moans loudly. that's all you need to reach your high, your entire body shaking as your pussy clenches around nothing, your lips chanting his name as you continue to rub circles on your puffy little clit. through your orgasmic haze, you hear felix's moan get cut short as his own high hits him.
you both slowly fall back to earth, a quiet calm washing over you. he's the first to break the silence.
"that's was quite the way to start my day," he chuckles. "now i'm gonna be thinking about it all day."
"horndog," you chuckle, earning an indignant 'hey!' from him. "i love you. i hope you have a nice day. you'll kill it at your concert later."
"thank you, baby. love you, too." 
before the click of an ended call comes and your eyes flutter to a close, you hear a quiet "sweet dreams, love."
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groenendaelfic · 9 months
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i love YR and i love wille and simon so much but i will be a simon defender till the day i die. i can see both wille’s and simon’s POVs for how they acted but idk as poor POC simon’s actions resonate more with me. regardless, the reason why i say this is because i always see so much more wille support/simon hate online than i do vice versa. im not asking for wille hate but im asking for prepubescent girls to stop supporting wille simply because he’s an attractive white boy. i dont know—maybe im oversimplifying things but what do you think about the split between simom defenders and wille defenders?
I get it. It's not fair but I get it.
Why?
Because Simon is all of us.
I might be able to identify more with Wilhelm when it comes to many things, his personality, his anxiety, his temper... but in essence every single one of us will always have more in common with Simon than with Wilhelm.
It doesn't matter how different our lives, upbringings and the small everyday things which shaped and defined us are from Simon's. It doesn't matter how much I see my younger self reflected in Wilhelm, how much I can relate to his struggles (I mean it does, but for this specific argument it doesn't). My life will still always be closer to Simon's than to Wilhelm's.
We are Simon. Simon fucks up. Simon makes mistakes. Far reaching mistakes, and it's always easier to be self-critical and insecure than not to.
I'm Simon. But I wouldn't have done xyz! (I wouldn't, I'd either have done something worse or nothing at all, which might just be worse still.)
Simon is a teen and he makes teen mistakes. Sometimes understandable ones, sometimes stupid ones, sometimes crazy ones.
It's normal. It's relatable, it's every one of us but different. Of course it's easier to be critical of Simon. To 'hate on' Simon. He is us, but he doesn't always act like we would, nor does he act like the idealized version of the beloved character we want him to be.
He's a teenager and he's flawed and he's human. We love him and we want him to be perfect but he isn't. Of course there's Simon 'hate'. It's not okay, but I get it.
Simon is us, but he makes mistakes we, however unconsciously, think we wouldn't. We think we would do better, or at least we hope so, and so we criticize him.
It's not right, but I also get the urge to do so even if I don't approve.
Wilhelm however? Wilhelm is different.
Wilhelm is a prince. Worse, he's a crown prince and future king. He's His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Sweden, Duke of Some Historical Province or Another.
His entire existence causes a knee-jerk reaction of defensiveness. At least it does in me.
Him being a minor who didn't choose who he was born as helps, but it's not enough. Yes, his life isn't easy. Yes he's living with pressure none of us can understand. Not the irl crown princess and not rwrb's Henry.
But he also has power and privilege and wealth the likes of which we'll never truly be able to comprehend. No matter what he chooses to do once he's an adult, he'll always have that.
Wilhelm's entire existence is a reflection of most of what's wrong with this world. I cannot in good conscience root for him and I shouldn't like him. We shouldn't romanticize and glorify royalty, not even fictional one, because all their wealth, power and privilege is built on our backs and sustained by our backs.
I should hate him, not feel sorry for him. I shouldn't empathize with him.
And yet Wille is my bb and my fav and I love him and he never did anything wrong in his life. Not ever. Wille is perfect. He deserves the world and I'll defend him and his wrongs to the very end of it and damn everything and everyone else.
Why?
Because if I start to acknowledge, in all seriousness, that any of his mistakes or wrongs are in fact mistakes and deserve (more) consequences, no matter if it's the fact that he's an objectively bad friend to Felice (I'm already getting super defensive typing these words because Wilhelm, my poor bb, had reasons and deserves to be selfish!) or that you never, ever point any gun at anyone, not ever, or any of his other numerous mistakes, then I'm opening up a Pandora's box I cannot close again.
Yes, he's a teenager and he's flawed and he's human. Yes, he makes stupid, far reaching mistakes. Yes, it's everyone else who hands him his power and privilege. Yes, it's all inherited, as is his wealth, but that doesn't make it alright.
You cannot, in good conscience, root for Wilhelm without also acknowledging or at least being aware of the inherent power dynamics at play, and I'm not only talking about Wilhelm and Simon's relationship, but Wilhelm and everyone, including his mother and the royal court and the entire government.
All three need Wilhelm more than he needs them, and once he fully realizes that he's going to be (even more of) a menace.
Wilhelm doesn't have any political power on paper, but that doesn't mean that his actions can't influence and control the entire Swedish legislature for years. That can be good, sure, at least in the long term, but it'll also take away from much needed other laws etc being discussed and passed, ones which would better the lives of many Swedes directly and immediately. That is scary, because it's real, or it could be.
Wilhelm is a minor and Young Royals is captivating, fictional escapism. But my ardent republican heart (of the non US kind) still struggles with not getting immediately defensive when talking about my love for Wilhelm, because Young Royals is also so real and realistic and a reflection of so many things which are still extremely problematic in our oh so progressive, look at how much worse all the other countries are, can't you be happy with what you've got? part of the world in ways many other shows aren't, and Wilhelm and his rank and title and entire existence are at the heart of it.
The biggest 'problem' Young Royals has is that despite the premise, it is so realistic and relatable and well done. It's almost impossible to escape into the fiction of it to a degree where you can solely focus on the cute boys falling in love and the romantic tragedy of their struggles, without also being at the very least peripherally aware of our reality being reflected in every scene.
Young Royals is romantic and hot and heart-wrenching, but it also criticizes the system and society and shows us exactly how little people like Simon, people like us, matter to the upper class, and it does so from the very first episode in which Simon tries his best to stay strong and tells everyone exactly who the country's biggest welfare receivers are. And he's right.
Simon deserves our defense, our support. But I don't feel the need to. I should, because Simon is not as strong as he wants to be, but he's also a normal teen and nothing is easier than looking down on teenagers and people we can identify with or have things in common with. We all do it all the time, willingly or not, consciously or not, thinking we're better, that we'd do better, no matter how much we love them, because not doing so would mean acknowledging our own faults and flaws, would mean we'd have to admit that Simon is doing the best he can in a way most of us probably wouldn't be able to.
Wilhelm however? I can identify with parts of him despite of everything he stands for and not because, and that is scary, because I don't want to have anything in common with a future hereditary head of state.
I don't want to sympathize with royalty, with people who can control others around them with nothing but words, worse their mere existence. People who, were I to address them in anything other than the third person and with a title, would consider me to be the rude one, as would everyone around us.
And yet I do. I do identify with Wilhelm. I sympathize with him. I think I understand him, but scratching the surface of that is dangerous, because no matter how much we need escapism in these hard times romanticizing royalty, sympathizing with them and thinking they're just like us is not only tricky but dangerous.
It's what the elites want, all of them, while they laugh at our plight and profit off of our hard work. It's what gets horrible people elected president and billionaires turned into cool, dudebro heroes. It's a slippery slope and none of them are the exception, no matter how much they try to convince us otherwise.
Of course we get defensive, of course we're so passionate to highlight that Wilhelm's mistakes are okay and are overly critical of Simon's.
Defending Wilhelm is not rational, it's not logical, and yet it is, which is why I will burn down the world in Wille's defense and serve it to him on a silver platter, because my bb deserves everything and his feelings and struggles are valid and who am I to judge. Wille never did anything wrong.
Finally, I get where you're coming from, but please don't make this about prepubescent girls. Or teenage girls. Being a girl that age is hard. Your body and feelings are changing in ways you don't understand, people suddenly treat you differently. Adults, kids, other teens no matter their gender. You are sexualized, and your intelligence and skills are suddenly only of secondary importance at best. It's scary, and even when it's good it's not safe. You always need to be wary and careful lest you have to pay a price for your joyful inattentiveness, a potentially traumatic, life changing price. Being a prepubescent and teenage girl is also wonderful and freeing and eye opening in the best way, but anything you do or say will always be reduced to silly teenage girl, even by other teenage girls, someone to be made fun of and not taken seriously, when in truth nothing requires more strength and tenacity than surviving as a prepubescent and teenage girl. So if fixating on attractive, unattainable white boys helps? Let them and don't judge, no matter your age or gender. It's not perfect, but it's safe. More, it's a safe way to explore your budding sexuality and bond with others along the way, something which is so important when nothing about being a girl that age ever feels safe, not even when you think you can do anything and know everything. That attractive, unattainable (white) boy? Be it Wilhelm or the current boygroup heartthrob of choice? He is going to reveal private things about himself (most likely made up, but that doesn't invalidate how finding out those facts makes you feel) without demanding a price, you can develop an intense parasocial relationship with him and learn and grow from it, it can help you in many ways which aren't obvious at first (I still keep up with my teenage boygroup and listen to every one of their new albums even though it's been twenty years and I've had musical anhedonia for almost as long), and he will never, ever grope you or insult you or make you feel awkward and insecure, nor will he ever pressure you to do something you're not ready for (unless it's to spend money you don't have on useless stuff you desperately need). Please don't be condescending or judgmental of prepubescent girls, especially ones having to grow up in the age of social media and smartphones everywhere. Fixating on the attractive white boy is a matter of self-defense. It doesn't mean they aren't aware of what they're doing or that doing so isn't ideal. They know. Everyone is constantly telling them and making them feel guilty about it. Please don't be one of them.
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shadowfiredemonwolf · 2 years
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on bbs popularity
“Because every time I look into it, people go "gay!" or "Strong Female Character *TM!" or "Because those people don't!" and it always ticks me off. I dislike it when people focus so heavily on lgbt rep . Both as a criticism AND as a praise.
It honestly feels like people go ‘look, gay people/hot girls!’ And never went any deeper.”
like if say that if the 5 shades of grey was focused on two girls that some of the people who were bashing it would suddenly love it when before they were saying it was bad that way it makes me feel like the people who  constantly triked to undermine blacksun claiming that he only likes her because she is a faunus that he only sees her for her race or constantly tried to twist any motion to be evidence of bb ( like sun turning blake to her friends to try and make him a bb wingman and complained about blacksun being teased by claiming it was being forced on them would change their tune if sun was a girl and yang a man ( heck I have seen people outright make it obvious going there are tons of possible same sex ships they can do  basically showing any accusation of calling bb forced being due to its a same sex ship comes off as projection
it doesnt matter that there are only a few canon same sex ships (  I do not need to support bb in order to support lgbt community rwby is a story If a ship is forced I have the right to not like it and say it shouldnt have happened  if they spent years of teasing before throwing away all that development
too people who try torefute   saying that a big  reason  for bbs  popularity compared to blacksuns   is because its a same sex ship (   tell me this  if blacksun had been a same sex ship and bb was a het ship  would you still have shipped it  over blacksun 
( I  imagine that bumbleby would still have had a good amount of shippers given blake and yangs personalities and interactions  not to mention how lets be real here white rose and bb were in the fandom since the start so I imagine that bb even if yang was a man would still exist in the fandom from the start I myself shipped bb at first just due to their shown personalities and being partners before changing sides when blacksun got the actual teasing
but I think a major reason for its popularity and the attacks on blacksun and blacksun shippers  is it being a same sex ship where if say sun was a girl who showed up at the end of v1 and had the ship tease sun got in v1  with the framing of suns introduction  alot more people would have jumped ship to bb  why do I think this alot of the time people try to defend bb to me or respond to my complaints its them bringing up bb being a same sex ship going  there are tons of shows where the het ship becomes canon while they arent many shows with a canon same sex ship which is them making it about the genders involved and implying I and other anti bb people just done like it because of genders involved which is insulting and comes off as projecting given  what I have seen it would have been more appropriate to say if sun had been a man with yang a woman blacksun would have been the fan favorite ship ( and if sun  and yang had both been girls 
to quote something I have seen before
I think my initial disdain for the way Sun and Neptune are written came from how sick and tired I am of straight ships being forced on the audience when lots of us are in the lgbta community. Part of it was because my gay ships were sinking I’ll admit but honestly I’m just sick of forced straight ships especially in one of the only shows with enough well written female characters to /actually/ have believable gay ships. I don’t think I hate Sun and Neptune but I do hate how forced the ships are.
I think this is all the explanation needed(and all you need to dismiss people trying to take moral superiority over liking Bumblebee). Something the toxic side of the fandom loves to do is project and project hard. They cannot understand why someone would not think like them or like the things they do unless there’s something wrong with them or they contextualize it through what they themselves would do.And that’s one of them accidentally explaining how that relates to Bumblebee: wasps like it because it’s a gay ship. They thought Black Sun was forced because it was not a gay ship. Therefore, since everyone must either think like them or be defective, clearly you think Bumblebee is forced because it’s not a straight ship. You don’t like it because it’s gay.“
basically they are just calling blacksun forced because it was a straight ship if sun was a girl they wouldnt make that claim so I cant take anytime I hear someone try to pull the you would ship bb if it was a m/f pairing  or wouldnt be calling it forced if it was a m/f pairing for if sun was a woman and yang a man they wouldnt be shipping bb and would call bb forced
lets be honest people took crwbys promise ofthere being lgbt characters to be apromise that it will be a member of rwby
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jentlemahae · 2 years
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you saying the pinks just shouldn't do choreographies anymore i'm sorry but that's like the bare minimum for every kpop group 😭 like what did they train for all these years? i love the girls but i'm really disappointed in their performances especially bc we all know they can do so much better as seen in dance practices, their coachella performance and their first world tour. idk if they just don't care anymore but i really cannot defend them anymore they're not even doing the bare minimum and people are paying sooooo much money to see them live. maybe they already know they will disband and that's why they're giving us nothing although that would be all the more reason to give their best idk idk this tour is a mess so far imo
well i mean there are artists who don’t do choreos (like bb for example) so it’s not unprecedented, but yeah i share ur sense of disappointment ….. bcs yeah we know they can do MUCH better …… i hope it’s not that they don’t care bcs that would be sad, but i think there’s something going on for sure, and combined with a lack of practice which i do think it’s their fault. love the pinks but i wont lie so far they’ve been disappointing for this tour
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i-need-air · 3 years
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Hey it's me again ❤️
I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)
Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.
Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.
Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~
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× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?
× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?
× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light
× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly
× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces
× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments
× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy
× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be
× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby
× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect
× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—
× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;
× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...
× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.
× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;
× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.
× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though
× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]
× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!
× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her
× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him
× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back
× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—
× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;
× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him
× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it
× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles
× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side
× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;
× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;
× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺
× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—
× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.
× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof
× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child
× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"
× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"
× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."
× drag him away before he throws fists
× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow
× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss
× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;
× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least
× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down
× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot
× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered
× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;
× and you're there amazed??????
× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"
× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????
× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream
× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.
× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...
× once she starts walking they're both a disaster
× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]
× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"
× rapid giggle running around from place to place
× "Oh, for fucks—"
× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults
× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl
× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!
× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."
× he growls as an example
× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕
× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease
× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????
× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕
× "your child" if she did something bad
× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.
× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞
× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard
× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head
× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!
× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~
× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.
× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???
× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:
× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"
× throw him out, istg— 💀
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☕ + the last jedi
it's sucks.
ok but really TLJ is just. so weird to me. the thing that really gets me. like REALLY gets me. is that RJ was given the second movie of a trilogy, the eight part of a nine part series, and decided that he was -- just going to go FUCK IT to all of the themes and genre expectations and tone of the star wars.
like i'm not even saying that's BAD. Rogue One does a great job with adding more dimension to the events of the original trilogy by basically doing that. Solo wasn't GREAT but it was fun and went in for the heist film element. Most of the subsequent live action star wars shows have had their own twists and tonal differences and unique storytelling viewpoints. And all of that is great!
but MAYBE doing it IN THE MIDDLE OF A TRILOGY that you're not even making any more movies for is uh.........just very self centered of you. like there is a time for subversion! there is a time for thoughtful critiques of the heroes of our childhood!! but is that time REALLY two movies from the end of a nine part series????
it's also SCREAMINGLY annoying to me that everyone associated w star wars/disney corp keep trying to gaslight us into thinking Finn's storyline in that movie was good. like EVEN IF you like the reylo shit and whatever else is going on in TLJ, can you HONESTLY explain how Finn's character arc in that film is ANY DIFFERENT from his character arc in TFA.
In TFA: Finn deserts from the First Order and puts his safety and that of Rey over helping the Resistance bc he's already been through TOO MUCH with the FO and just wants the chance to be free of them & protect his friend, but then comes around to helping the Resistance after all because he realizes the FO needs to be stopped and he's got the ability to help do so.
In TLJ: Finn wakes up and immediately tries to leave the Resistance, putting his safety and that of Rey over helping the Resistance bc he's already been through TOO MUCH with the FO and just wants the chance to be free of them & protect his friend, but then comes around to helping the Resistance after all because he realizes the FO needs to be stopped and he's got the ability to help do so.
RJ gave SO FEW FUCKS about Finn that he didn't even give him a new storyline!!
Like obviously I also find the Poe stuff bad for personal reasons -- Poe's INITIAL, right from the start characterization in TFA is, Leia sends on crucial mission that requires him to gain the trust of a reclusive old man, which he does. The second part of his characterization is, he opts to defend innocent villagers from a FO attack DESPITE that mission, but still thinking ahead to give the map to BB-8 in case he DID get captured. He's kind to Finn and makes a POINT to both object to how he was dehumanized by the FO AND immediately recognize Finn's humanity, despite Finn being a storm trooper LITERALLY five minutes ago. Poe is also shown to be a good leader that his squad mates trust and listen to, and is calm and competent in that planning meeting for the attack on Starkiller. Like he's a normal, competent, fundamentally decent guy. And then TLJ rolls around and it's like, "if I can't blow it up from my x-wing I don't give a fuck about it," with a helping of "The Galaxy's Greatest Misogynist, Poe Dameron, Doesn't Like Feminine Women". To see the cultural conversation change from, Poe Dameron Is The Internet's New Boyfriend after TFA to, Poe Dameron Is The Real Villain of TLJ was certainly uhhhhh something.
Like in general it's just so fucking convenient that the heroes of Star Wars get deconstructed and torn down and demoted compared to the main character White Girl only once those other heroes are cast as non-white. Non-white male characters just can't be competent and good people in a Space Fairy Tale, OBVIOUSLY.
Like in the OT, neither Han nor Leia (nor later, Lando) are not treated with the level of disrespect Finn and Poe are, because no matter what they CANNOT be as good as Rey at ANYTHING. They CANNOT understand her, and they CANNOT be her equal, which is all a function of, isolating Rey so the Reylo shit could happen.
Also I know this is actually more of a TROS complaint but honestly: the co-generals thing bugs me. I know everyone thinks it's cute, I know it was probably meant well but. Leia, Han, and Lando are all generals by the end of the OT. They're never called co-generals. It's never implied that they need to be co-generals because they're not capable of whatever it is their duties are ON THEIR OWN, which is the vibe I get from Finn and Poe in TROS. Like, Finn and Poe both being generals, together, in the same military group makes a lot of sense and would be great. And obviously I love teamwork and I love the idea of them working together. The "I can't do this without you" though is like -- both Poe and Finn are experienced military commanders??? Poe more than Finn TBH but Finn probably makes up for it given the intensity of his FO training. I think they very literally could do the job on their own. BUT THEY'RE NOT WHITE SO NO THEY COULDN'T, I suppose.
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Omori KH AU! CONTINUED
So uh it has been... a while, but I have more thoughts in relation to Sunny getting his Keyblade and how he met the rest of the group so heres a bit of a prequel bit!
In Faraway town, kids are given a test on their 12th birthday, to see if the Keyblade has chosen them.
(remember, this is prior to the events of BBS in KH Canon so there are potential keyblade wielders in each world but the number is falling because of growing darkness in hearts)
This has gotten long.. .so under the cut it goes!
MASTERPOST
The nature of the test is secretive, most people unaware of the keyblade existence, kept secret to prevent it from causing more people to fall to darkness.
The test is one where you're supposed to face your darkest fears, if you call upon the keyblade to fight it, you pass, if you cannot, you, fail.
Sunny faces the test on his 12th bday, its a room with a singular mirror. All he was told is he has to defend himself. There is no weapons or tools in this room he could use...he knows *some* magic, noticing a pool of water surrounding the mirror and hoping thats enough for him to call upon blizzard or water magic strong enough to fight.
He faces the mirror, and sees Omori facing back, but he doesn't recognize it as Omori at the time, just himself. He steps out the mirror, Darkness enveloping him, forming into a spider like monster.
Sunny is... terrified.
His vision starts to darken, he steps back. Spidersomething steps forward, Sunny steps back again, swaying, sweating, unable to scream. He starts tearing up.
Spidersomething strikes. Sunny brings his arms up, a glow of light enveloping him for a second before he blacks out, falling into the water.
He could have sworn he heard a familiar voice yelling his name as he hits the water.
Mari was one of the people watching the test. She had permission to, already entrusted with the Keyblade and thus allowed to be present as her baby brother tested for his. That is to say, Sunny had no clue Mari was watching.
When she saw Sunny summon the keyblade to defend himself before falling into the water, she didnt hesitate to jump from her spot looking down on to the room to save him.
Sunny awoke to yelling. He recognized the voice, it was...Mari. She seemed to be outside the room he was asleep in...wait.. asleep? He was in a bed, it wasnt his...he didnt recognize the place. But Mari is here... so its okay, right?
But she was upset, yelling, Sunny has never heard her raise her voice like that.
"You said he was going to be safe!"
"And he was! We weren't going to let him get hurt"
"But he almost drowNED!"
"I can assure you someone would've saved him if you hadn't gotten there first!"
There's a scuffle and a yelp... it sounded like the person Mari was upset at.
"Please Mari, I'm sure your brother will wake up soon!"
"Its been 2 day! If he's not injured then why isn't he waking up???!"
"I- I'm not sure but it has to be because of the shock of the situation!"
"You better be right."
There is another sound, a thump. The other guy must have fallen.
The door to the room opened and Sunny saw Mari's face go from anger, to shock, to tears as she rushed to him, hugging him.
Sunny...started crying too. He recalled the test, how he cowardly passed out... he failed Mari... and now he made her worry.
He mumbled apologies into her shoulder, and Mari pulled back, asking why.
He mentions he failed her, the test too and now he won't go to the same school as Mari.
Mari made a "O" at that, before breaking into a smile, her thumb wiping Sunny's tears.
"Silly Sunshine, you passed the test."
Sunny...passed? Was she just saying it? But Mari didn't give him room to say that, moving to the side of the bed.
"Hold out your hand Sunny" She instructed.
And so he did. What he didn't expect was... a beam of light, a key, appearing in his hand.
She explained to him the true purpose of the test, how the Keyblade chose to protect him.
Soon, Sunny would be going to the same school as Mari. It's what he's always dreamed of.
He starts school the next day, and is introduced to a handful of new people, or rather, Mari is the one to introduce him to them.
"This is Henry, but we call him Hero! He's my age so we're training together!"
"Nice to finally meet the Sunny, Mari kept talking about!"
Hero, to Sunny, was kind, his voice gentle like Mari's. Not loud at all. He didn't like it when Hero ruffled his hair though.
Next up was Kel.
Mari didn't get to finish introducing him before Kel butted in, excited and eager.
"I'm 12 too! But older than you, obviously! Can I see your keyblade?"
Sunny was a little overwhelmed but he summoned his keyblade for Kel.
"Oh its so small! Just like you! Look at mine!"
Kel Summons his keyblade. "Heh, its the best one!"
"No its not!" A third voice intrudes. "Don't listen to him, he's just like that all the time! I'm Aubrey! I'm also 12!" The girl introduces herself.
"What do you mean its not the best, it clearly is!"
"Nuh uh, thats mine! See its PINK!" She summons hers. It was indeed, pink.
"Pink is gross!" Kel made a face at Aubrey.
"He-hey thats enough both of you! We don't want Sunny to get a bad impression of either of you, do we now!" Mari breaks them up.
"Sorry Mari, but Kel started it!"
"No I didn-"
Hero thankfully comes by to separate Kel from the group before he and Aubrey start fighting. Mari explains that Hero is Kel's older brother.
Sunny goes to Hero, looking at him expectantly. Hero looks confused for a moment before holding out his hand and summoning his Keyblade. It was...pretty cool. Wow...
Sunny thinks this is all of them but then he spots a person in the distance, watching from afar. Mari follows his gaze and her eyes go wide.
"Oh Basil! Are you feeling better?" She rushes towards the person, Sunny following behind.
"A...little.." the boy gives Mari a small smile.
"Sunny this is Basil! He's been feeling ill for a bit but hes your age too! Basil, this is my little brother, Sunny." She introduces them.
"Hi Sunny!" Basil smiles, he looks pretty fragile, Sunny notes, and like he hasn't been sleeping well.
Sunny waves with his free hand, bringing attention to his keyblade in his other.
"Yours look a lot like Mari's!" Basil points out.
"It does, doesn't it?" She smiles holding out her hand so Sunny could see hers.
It really was similar...
Sunny looks at Basil expectantly but Basil only averts his eyes.
"Maybe...some other time, I think I should head back to bed."
Theres something curious about the way Basil was acting, but Sunny doesn't know him quite enough to be sure.
In any case, Sunny starts classes.
There are major introductory ones, where rules of keyblade are taught. About keeping the secrecy of it, how they aren't allowed to let anyone hold it or present it outside of the school unless of an emergency.
There are basic magic courses too, as well as training grounds for physical attacks.
The others are quite a bit ahead of sunny, with him being the last to join.
Mari and Hero are training for their eventual Mark of Mastery and... Basil still hasn't been coming to any of the classes.
Sunny almost forgot Basil was even a student until he found him sneaking off after training.
Sunny follows Basil into a part of the building he's never been to before. Basil doesn't notice Sunny until after he's stopped in front of a door, Sunny standing besides him.
"Ah! I wasn't DOING ANYTHING MA- wait... you're Mari's little brother, Sunny...right? Wa- wait what are you doing here?"
Sunny just looks at Basil.
"Oh- you followed me.. didnt you? You can head back, I was just...doing something."
"..." Sunny knows Basil is hiding something and doesn't quite budge.
"Ah... alright, I'll tell you... the truth is.. there was an accident during training a while back and now.. I can't summon my keyblade." He opens the door, "I found the mirror they use for the test and I thought.. if I could summon my keyblade like the first time, everything will be better."
Sunny nods and follows Basil inside. Basil doesn't expect Sunny to stick around, why would he? But he does, giving Basil two thumbs up as he returns it with a weak smile.
Basil faces the mirror, a shadow stranger looks back at him. Something envelopes the shadowed figured and escapes the mirror, tendrils coming out from all ends.
Basil is... terrified, holding his hand out waiting for the keyblade to appear. It doesn't and the creature attacks Basil. Sunny....rushes over, using the basic Blizzard spell at the creature to freeze it in place before pull Basil to the side.
"It ... was hopeless after all, huh Sunny?" Basil has tears in his eyes.
Sunny summons his Keyblade and holds it out to Basil. "Sunny?" Sunny nudges it towards him, hand out towards Basil.
"You want me to take this? But the rules-"
Sunny simply points to the shadow demon. "Not strong enough..."
"Oh right, I guess you...don't know how to fight..,alright, I'll fend him off, get somewhere safe"
Sunny's keyblade in hand, Basil fights black smoke and tentacles coming from the shadow figure.
Basil's fighting is sloppy... compared to how he's seen Hero and Mari fight, but he's still weakening the beast, the shadow backing into the mirror with each attack. A sudden attack knocks the keyblade from Basil's hand, it hitting the ground and vanishing. Basil is knocked back, huffing in pain as he watches the tentacles lash out towards Sunny further back.
"Sunny!" Without thinking Basil rushes over towards Sunny, leaping into the air and slashing down with a glow of light. In his hand, a keyblade, glowing gold and green. The creatures hisses, completely vanishing into the mirror. Basil stares at the rematerialized keyblade, his keyblade in awe, before realizing the situation and turning to seal the mirror.
He's smiling as he faces Sunny, happy tears in his eyes.
"All I could think of was protecting you... and my keyblade came to help...T-Thank you Sunny, I couldn't have done this without you. You wanted to see my keyblade right? See! This is it!"
He holds it out proudly, basically glowing. Sunny couldn't help but smile at him back, "Pretty."
Its after this day that Basil rejoins classes, and becomes closer to Sunny, his best friend from those in his class ^^!
And this is! it! A lot longer than expected with more dialogue than anticipated but! here it be!
If you've read this far, thank you! Please lemme know your thoughts!
-Bee
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you say you love almost everyone and that's so nice to me since there is a TON of hate and negativity from feuding sides in this fandom against the boys and i find that depressing ): but it also makes me wanna know...who DON'T you love?
my scrap of advice regarding the vitriol, since I was once badly affected by it and found it damaging to my relationship with the show at certain points (cruel negativity =/= constructive discussion/thoughtful criticism, of course, I have plenty of that myself, but there’s definitely some really unpleasant stuff out there that is simply toxic for the sake of it) - people have strong opinions and you, friend, are allowed to ignore them! I admit it is far easier said than done, I am NOT good at doing this when I see hate directed at Dean, but I have gotten a lot better at not focusing constantly on things that make me so upset and bitter that I start to resent characters, and that has really helped me. another thoughtful person mentioned yesterday how it can be useful to try to see various perspectives in the story, even if you do not agree with them (this is where there’s a difference between sympathy and empathy - I find I feel the former a lot for various characters, whereas Dean gets the depth of the latter, but both are types of care). find your safe, good space, and don’t let anyone take it from you. <3
who don’t I love? hmmm. one shall not be named, but if you know, you know. (this is not S or C.)
the D*bb era was NOT good to supporting characters, even ones I love, and had trouble utilizing/handling them well, but there are still many that I have a lot of fondness for.
Lucifer, particularly Lucifer played by M*rk P, should never have appeared again after Swan Song. (if we had to have Sam’s hell hallucinations, they needed to figure out some other way to frame them, because it doesn’t even make sense that he sees Lucifer in Nick’s vessel. it would have been much more horrific if he had seen HIMSELF as possessed by Lucifer, but I get why that would have been difficult to film.) it stole a large portion of his power and effectiveness, and the archangels’ presence kept getting more and more reduced and diluted overall. the fact that we had to deal with him literally down to the wire in 15x19 (and I liked many aspects of Inherit the Earth)...mind-boggling. (we also didn’t need Nick’s storyline? who asked.)
Metatron? I just cannot stand him? laying aside the fact that he brutally murdered Dean in a way I found actively traumatic (yeah! I was indeed messed up about one of his deaths long before 15x20. 9x23 actually gave me nightmares at the time, and that was the WORST hiatus because I was so horrified that I considered quitting, which is the one time that ever seriously happened, although, looking back, maybe that was the smarter instinct...? tuning in to 10x01 and feeling extreme trepidation was not fun, but then demon!Dean was like, “heyyyyy girl, I’m charming and more naughty and unhinged than actively evil and you will actually want to have fun and unleash me!” and I was like...damn, okay, I guess. love my boy, whatever he is! /rambling) the concept of Metatron is interesting and could’ve added some great elements to the narrative (they tried), but he creeped me out and I cannot stand the way they characterized him. (I feel bad because it makes me want to tear Curtis Armstrong’s head off when he shows up in anything else, which I recognize is an unfair reaction!)
Amelia is maybe the one lady (possibly Toni too? idk I barely remember her existence. Naomi’s not my fave by a long-shot, but Amanda Tapping handled the portrayal well) I find nothing worth defending about, it’s not even hate at all, she just is so boring and straight out of a bad soap (it’s JARRING, yes, our show did indulge in all its glamour and its trauma and its fucking melodrama, but she’s from some other genre. it probably doesn’t help that I resent that storyline in S8, and she and Sam have black hole negative chemistry. I do hate the bright filter they used on her scenes).
Chuck as soon as he became a megalomaniacal villain and broke the logic and rules of the entire narrative. again, I understand what they were aiming for, the idea of God as a villain and wresting back your own agency/control/freedom is one that I am deeply drawn towards, I think it’s an important idea, I love the philosophical and gnostic aspects of what they were tackling. I didn’t even mind it when we found out he was God (it had been theorized for so long!), but then the way it was addressed at the very end damaged a lot of key pieces and it forces us to ignore that to even allow the rest of the story to retain its cohesion.
It’s a very small list in a vast world of characters beyond our mains, though! There are even one-off characters who I happily stan. It hurts me that so many of them suffered (SPN doesn’t discriminate on its pain and torment, unfortunately, and no one is more evidence of that than Dean himself now, but when you think about what any of them went through...), but I enjoy more of them than not!
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simply-not-an-egg · 3 years
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The Next Karate Kid - A Probably Very Opinionated Commentary by Yours Truly
I really am trying to go into this with an open mind; let’s see how this goes.
Starting off with a military band? K sure, you do you sweetie, and I don’t hate it yet so that’s a positive
Aha, a military REUNION, I see. And look at Miyagi with his medal!! Sweet!
So I think if I remember from reading the plot on wikipedia that Miyagi new this guy who was married to the woman he just said hello to
Y’all they got Miyagi’s name wrong. His first name is Nariyoshi not Kesuke. That is his middle name. Although in saying that, I feel like that was more or less revealed in Cobra Kai so idk, anyway, for future reference, Miyagi’s first name is Nariyoshi
Also Louisa Pierce? I assume grandmother of Julie? That would make sense
Ooh we’re in Boston for this, and look at that big white house
Yes, Louisa is grandmother, oh and hello Julie!
Julie is unhappy, a little moody, sweetie are you okay?
Alright so Julie’s an orphan! Why does Miyagi keep picking up either somewhat or completely orphaned children?? I mean, I guess that’s good but also, why?
Ooh yay Miyagi advice about losing parents and grief!
Alright so now Louisa’s gonna fuck off to California while Miyagi takes care of the child
Said child who has now snuck into some place - OH THAT”S RIGHT THE SCHOOL AND THE BIRD
Yes I remember this from wikipedia plot
I like birdy, birdy is nice, and yes Julie talk to birdy, birdy is unjudgemental friend
Now time for the Animal Studies me to take over, that wing is NOT bandaged securly at all. Wing bandages should be wrapped around the wing and on the body, to keep the damaged wing still, thank you very much
Police have come! Julie gonna get arrested, maybe? Unless girl escapes, although that’s evading police then, and now she threw a torch, that’s attempted assault. Idk what it’s like in the USA, but in my state (Queensland, AUS) that’s a $5,500 fine and 50 days in jail (evasion), and a $5,338 - $8,007 fine and 6 - 12 months in jail (police assault, depends on severity)
Have fun in prison, Julie! Oop, nevermind she’s home again
Anyway, I wonder what Daniel’s doing at this time. Wiki says Julie was born in 1977, which is a whole ten years after Daniel, and considering she’s in high school I’d say she’s about 16/17 in this movie, which brings us to like 1993/1994. Perhaps this was around the time he met Amanda, maybe even started dating her? They got married in 1998 (I believe), so it would make sense for that to happen
Bonding moment for Louisa and Julie? No, nevermind
Miyagi’s happy! Love that! He’s going to make special birthday dinner!
Straight of the bat though like the dynamics are so different. Like the moment Daniel ever so much as raises his voice at Miyagi, the dude’s a little disheartened whereas Julie talks shit here and Miyagi’s like “haha, you’re funny, anyway, let’s talk about Japanese cuisine, yes?”
Okay but I LOVE the fucking ‘sayonara’ and dissapointed headshake like, man, Miyagi, legend
This school’s nothing compared to West Valley imo
Alos that little gang? Those coordinated outfits? Do y’all not have a personality? Feel like the Cobras get a win on being comfortable with their own skin whilst also maintaining such a well-formed group
You can see I’m biased, and I’ll probably remain biased, because, two seconds into seeing this Boston group and I’m already dissappointed by the lack of personality. Again, two seconds of Cobras and y’all know you’re in for a ride, and a good one at that
I like the little garden corner that Julie’s at it’s very nice and peaceful
Back to the group, they look like real dickheads. Also, Ned? Shit name for a ‘bad boy’. Also, please stop trying to coerce Julie
I’ve seen this fucker for, what, a minute, if that? And I absolutely hate everything about him. I also don’t like how he sorta just, enters?? Like, at least with the Cobras we knew what their intentions were right off the bat. Here, well, what does Ned want Julie for? Why does he want her with him and his friends? Like, please establish that before anything else
Also why he standing like a Roblox character
The Alpha League? Really? Y’all really tryna be cool with that aren’t ya? Do I smell some toxic masculinity? I think I do?
WHY DOES THAT HIGH SCHOOL DUDE LOOK LIKE HE’S 30 DUDE
Ew I hate that school bell
Please get out of the girl’s bathroom sir
Not the fucking wing bandage again, jesus christ. And shot in the wing?? Y’all really gotta have that shit strapped then, STOP LETTING THE BIRD MOVE HER WING THAT IS GOING TO DAMAGE IT MORE
“I’ll call Dominos Pizza and have them deliver 48 pizzas to your house in the middle of the night” ma’am that is a dream come true, first of all, and second of all, please work on your threats, thank you
Okay but is this military training or phys ed??
Miyagi looks so nice in his checkered shirt! Anyway, I swear that’s like the only thing I love about this movie, Mr Miyagi that is
Teacher just slapped a kid and choked him, alrighty then
Oop and here comes Miyagi, defending kids since 1984!!
Love that. “Boy, you okay?” like just the delivery of this line it’s so neutral I love it
Ah yes, threatening a bastard with a story about a bull, the best
Honestly stan how passive-aggressive Miyagi is at any given time
Yeah okay but honestly it would be better for that bird to be taken away considering that god awful bandaging job
“It’s just a car” EXCUSE YOU JULIE, as a car person myself I take PERSONAL offence to that. That’s not just a car, that’s his child, his other half, his soulmate, his everything, thank you very much
That’s right tell her off for saying that, good lad
On a sidenote; my video quality is shit, like super shit, because I’m streaming on Netflix and there’s a few other people in the house using internet so like, :(
“For a while he was sending money and then one day he just stopped” ah yes, every child of divorced parents can relate to this statement very well
i’m sorry but the music is so cheesy
anyway, i was gonna say that this movie lacks something, and i remembered what it is, and that is love. Like with KK1, 2, and 3, you can tell a lot of love and heart and soul went into making those movies (maybe not as much with 2 and 3, but it was still there and in good amounts). Meanwhile, this just feels like a cashgrab (which it is, and a very failed one at that)
Like, when will people learn that well-crafted media will get you better reviews/more money/whatever? 
I hate this fucking background music so much jesus christ please kill it
Please tell someone about the hawk i am worried for its health
The fact that Miyagi has lived with Daniel so long to a point where he’s forgotten he has to actually knock on doors (because you bet your ass Daniel was and still is the type of person who really just doesn’t give a single fuck about who sees him doing what)
This poor man tbh. So ashamed of himself
FUCKING I WAS RIGHT I LITERALLY JUST SAID THAT WHOLE SHIT ABOUT MIYAGI AND DANIEL NOT GIVING TWO SHITS ABOUT SEEING EACH OTHER DO WHATEVER AND NOW MIYAGI’S JUST OUTRIGHT CONFIRMED THAT
“Boy is easier” 100% I will agree, hence the reason I’d like sons in the future. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d like at least 1 daughter as well but holy hell are females complicated (and I should know because I am one)
“Don’t order me around” sweetie, he isn’t ordering you, he’s making a helpful suggestion. Please stop the Miyagi slander, my man does NOT deserve this treatment
Miyagi, love you bb, but please don’t waste your advice on Julie at the moment
Speaking of, I greatly dislike Julie, but you know why that is? Because she’s really not been fleshed out as a charater, unlike the others we see in the KKU. Like her one redeeming quality is that she looks after a bird, but even that isn’t redeeming to me because she isn’t caring for it properly, like please take it to a fucking veterinarian
I feel like I’d enjoy Julie more if she was actually fleshed out but like, no, no, she’s just a whole “I’m an orphan so I’m always angsty grr” character and I just - I’m disappointed
Same goes for the other characters; again, the only thing/person I love about this movie so far is Miyagi, and with the way it’s been in these first 25 minutes, I doubt that’ll change
Yeah no I really fucking hate Julie. “You can’t even speak English” she says, even though she has understood every single word Miyagi has said thus far
Ah yes because people can definitely jump on cars and cars can definitely go unnoticed for such a long period of time in a quiet neighbourhood
I honestly feel like giving up on this movie like it’s so bad
But I want to see more Miyagi so 😬
No offence to Hilary Swank but her line delivery could do a bit more work during the ‘emotional scen’ with her and Miyagi
And again, music, hate it
I am literally willing to turn this movie off even if it means I don’t get to see more Miyagi content
Like I can not express my displeasure for this movie enough
Yes, Miyagi, same, I hate the 12am rock concert in Julie’s bedroom to. Like please, gurl, some of us have sleep schedules
Okay so now Julie’s worried about her appearance?? Y’all just made my hatred for her character rise again. When was she ever worried about that? imo this is just put in there to make people remember that she’s still “girl uwu 😙✌”
Haha, yes, pay Miyagi with the homework that’s right
Bet he did that with Daniel after the tournament like “you do homework, I teach karate”
“Boys easier” AGAIN I AGREE SO MUCH MIYAGI
Okay so I’ve sat through 33 minutes of this bullshit and I am going to quit for today. I’m sorry to anyone that does like this movie, but like I really don’t, it sucks in so many ways. Words cannot describe the sheer amount of dissapointment I have for this. Like, it could have been good! The idea is solid and the base of the characters is somewhat okay! And yet they made this shit instead of something actually worthwhile!
I will continue tomorrow, but for now I just need a break from this before I hit something.
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trensu · 4 years
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Episode 25: The One where They Frolic in the Forest but like, Sad This Time
Okay folks, buckle up bc this one has a lot of Hetero Drama and Stupid Plot Things
But look!! I’ve made it to the halfway point of the show!! I’m so proud of myself
We’re gonna skip as much of that as possible
BUT this one has some EPIC moments to make up for it
We start at Lotus Pier
Stuff’s happening that we’re not interested in 
except for how our resident Disaster Het jzx comes by to invite the jiang clan to the jin clan’s awesome sleepover with sweet sweet party games
Plot plot plot
WE’RE AT AN ARCHERY COMPETITION!!
I guess that’s how they open sleepovers in Ancient Fantasy China?
LWJ AND WWX ARE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER
OUR BOYS ARE SHARING SCREEN TIME!! WITHOUT HURTING US!!!
Blegh, jgy is talking
And here the jin clan bring out their wen prisoners bc they think it’s fun to place them in front of the targets??? anD THEY GET AWAY WITH IT??
THEY DID THIS IN FRONT OF BASICALLY THE ENTIRE CULTIVATION WORLD AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING!!
I WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS
WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM
Wwx at least tried to protest but jc shut him down, bc their clan really isn’t strong enough to stir up trouble rn 
BUT THERE WERE PLENTY OF PEOPLE IN MORE SECURE, POWERFUL POSITIONS THAT COULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING
I’M LOOKING AT YOU, LXC. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE LAN CLAN MOTTO, HUH?? WHAT HAPPENED TO RIGHTEOUSNESS???
*takes a deep breath*
Okay, okay
I’m calm, i’m cool
So that happened
Jzx tries to show off by shooting an arrow and getting a bullseye without hitting any of the prisoners
And wwx sees this and is like, hmmmm, i can humiliate jzx AND discreetly protect the wen prisoners!!! (and give the audience a bite of wangxiantics)
Wwx: lan zhan, do me a favor
Lwj: what’s the matter?
Wwx: can i borrow your forehead ribbon?
CAN I BORROW YOUR FOREHEAD RIBBON
THE SPECIAL ONE THAT NO ONE BUT FAMILY AND SPOUSES CAN TOUCH
I JUST WANT TO BORROW IT IN PUBLIC WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE. NBD
Lwj just stares at him in response and wwx sulks but doesn’t push it
(lol, jc sees that go down and is just completely exasperated, like, one day, can we get one day when you don’t OVERTLY FLIRT WITH LWJ in front of EVERYONE??)
(the answer is no. no, he cannot do that, jc)
(he’s not allowed to not flirt with lwj)
Since he couldn’t get the super special forehead ribbon, he uses one of his own wrist ribbon things to blindfold himself
Please take a moment to appreciate the fact thAT HE WAS GONNA USE THE SACRED FOREHEAD RIBBON TO BLINDFOLD HIMSELF, THE KINKY BASTARD
Wwx: nbd nbd, imma just shoot 5 arrows whilst blindfolded and hit every bullseye there is WITHOUT harming any of these innocent war victims.
It’s all in the twirl, baby
He does a Dramatic Twirl, Smirks™ and then releases those arrows like nothing
And afterwards he has this proud little grin on his face bc hell yeah, he just owned jzx’s smug ass AND prevented any harm from falling on innocent people
Also, LOL, NMJ’S REACTION TO THIS WAS GREAT
He sees wwx be a badass with a bow and arrow and immediately turns to lxc next to him with an expression like HOLY FUCKING SHIT, DID YOU SEE THAT, THAT WAS AWESOME and starts clapping like a madman
For future reference, this is the correct response to wwx all the time, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BB
After all that, wwx struts back to stand next to lwj and gives him a proud little smile. It’s so cute, so cute.
Jgy is talking again BLEGH
Now we’re in the forest!! For hunting reasons!!
Wwx makes himself comfy by a tree and plays Magic Music on his demon flute and is all pretty while doing it and supposedly gets all this prey to jump into Jiang nets
we never actually see this happen but everyone says it happened and who am i to argue?
(actually i like to argue one-sidedly at the screen a lot but this was not important enough so whatever)
Also, side note, jc is KILLIN IT with his fashion choices in this ep. LOOKIN GOOD BRO
But we don’t care about any of this 
We care that WWX SUDDENLY SPOTS LWJ WALKING ALL ALONE IN THE FOREST AND HIS WHOLE ENTIRE FACE LIGHTS UP LIKE THE FREAKING SUN BC HE’S SO HAPPY TO SEE HIS SOULMATE
IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL
And then it gets sad. Sad times in the forest :(
Wwx was totally making a move to get lwj’s attention but he stops himself
Bc he remembers the conversation he had with lxc about how the ones he cares about can be hurt by his decisions
Thank goodness lwj notices him back
Wwx looks so surprised but also pleased the lwj sees him
And ofc lwj does not hesitate to go to wwx
BC THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND ARE SOULMATES
Wwx: hey lan zhan, i heard you got tired of writing out the Lan Fam Rules~!
He’s happily engaging him in conversation!! He’s trying to tease him again!
Too bad lwj does not go along with it
This whole “let’s ruin wwx’s attempts for pleasant conversation by bringing up sad things” is getting really old lwj, stop that
Lwj: i made some progress in composing the music score and i’d like to share it with you to see if it works
eXCuSe mE??
HE’S BEEN WRITING MAGIC MUSIC FOR WWX??
HOW THE HELL DID I MISS THIS BEFORE??
I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST LEARNING FORBIDDEN MAGIC MUSIC, NOT CREATING MAGIC MUSIC FROM SCRATCH SPECIFICALLY FOR WWX
HE LOVES HIM SO MUCHHHH
Wwx: lan wangji, lan wangji
Noooo he’s reverted to calling him formally!!
And his tone went all flat!!
DON’T DO THAT
Wwx: who do you take me for? Why can’t you leave me alone?
DON’T SAY THAT
WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT
YOU DON’T WANT HIM TO LEAVE YOU ALONE
STOP HURTING ME LWJ LIKE THIS
The minute wwx asks him that, lwj lowers his gaze when previously he had his eyes glued to wwx’s face the whole time
Bc WWX JUST STABBED HIM IN THE HEART WITH HIS WORDS
Lwj: who do you take me for?
He says all somberly, STILL NOT LOOKING AT WWX
Oh god, their faces are breaking my heart
After lwj says that, wwx stares at him for a long moment before canting his eyes to the side AND THEY LOOK KIND OF TEARY??
I THINK??
THAT MAY JUST BE MY TEARS
SOMEWHERE, TEARS ARE INVOLVED
Wwx: i once treated you as my lifelong confidant (AKA SOULMATE)
Lwj: i still am
*SOBBING*
~THEIR SONG~ IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND
THEY’RE STARING AT EACH OTHER WITH SO MUCH FEELING
I WANT TO TEAR MY FACE OFF
Aaaaand the moment’s interrupted bc of stupid jzx and his Hetero Drama
Wwx hears someone approaching and he grabs lwj by the arm and drags him to a hiding spot where they can spy on jzx who just appeared with jyl
You know, i love how whenever wwx grabs lwj to drag him somewhere we get a bit of slo-mo stuff to, i guess, emphasize wwx is touching lwj or something
Not that we need the emphasis
It’s not like we’re not already hyper-aware of their EVERY INTERACTION
So now we get to watch wwx and lwj spy jzx and jyl
Lol, i wonder what lwj is thinking
Does he watch this and sympathize? Does he get secondhand embarrassment bc he knows he doesn’t do any better expressing his feelings to his soulmate??
I can’t imagine he has any actual interest in spying on Disaster Het jzx
Lwj is a Disaster Gay 
There can only be so much Disaster at a time, y’know?
or maybe he’s just thinking OMG WWX TOUCHED ME OMG WWX IS SO CLOSE
yeah, that’s probably it
Okay, there’s Hetero Drama going down 
Blah blah blah
BUT WAIT, jzx just made jyl tear up AGAIN
Wwx is all ready to tear jzx a new one but lwj holds him back before he could give away their location
Like, if asked, i’m sure lwj would say “oh, i stopped him to avoid an inter-clan incident” or whatever
But his REAL reason for holding him back was bc he was enjoying have wwx so physically close to him again
While secluded in a hidden spot
I mean, there’s less than a foot of space between them
I wouldn’t be so eager to give that up if i had wwx that close to me either
But lwj can’t hold him back for long bc jzx does another douchebaggy thing and wwx has had Enough
Wwx goes to defend his sister BC NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO MAKE JYL SAD, OKAY?
Wwx and jzx argue and then jzx draws his sword and takes a swing at wwx!!
SO OFC LWJ SWOOPS IN AND PARRIES THE BLOW
Lol jzx is so confused as to why lwj is there suddenly
You just tried attacking his soulmate, bro
what did you think was gonna happen
Ugh more Hetero Drama
Gotta say, i do enjoy watching jzx get scolded by his mother
Asshole cousin starts stirring up trouble and throwing a hissy fit about how wwx used his demon flute to catch 30% of the prey and how it’s Dishonorable and Cheating behavior
Lwj turns to wwx for a moment here and is like “30%??” idk if he’s impressed or concerned here.
Maybe both
Lwj gets a lot of Feelings around wwx, okay?
Lol, while asshole cousin is ranting, wwx turns his back on him to look at lwj
Wwx: oh, lan zhan, i didn’t thank you earlier for blocking that attack for me! Thank you~!
WHAT A POWER MOVE
HE GETS TO INSULT ASSHOLE COUSIN AND STARE AT HIS SOULMATE’S BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL FACE
WIN-WIN
Wwx is holding it together until asshole cousin accuses the jiang clan of having a corrupt or weak family or smth?
Then he starts getting all twitchy the way he does when Resentment kicks in
Asshole cousin continues to goad him and wwx starts to reach for his demon flute
Lwj flies to his side and grabs his arm!
Lwj: wei ying, concentrate. Wei ying, concentrate.
(wwx has a knack for making lwj repeat himself)
Jyl joins him to help wwx calm down
And now we take a break from wangxiantics for BADASS JYL TIME
Jyl goes and apologizes all sweetly to everyone for wwx’s supposedly rude behavior or whatever
And then turns to asshole cousin
Jyl: i might not know much about hunts, but i know there’s never been a rule about catching too much prey
DAAAAMN, GIRL
Jyl: it’s not his fault you can’t hunt prey. He used a different method that he worked hard to learn
Jyl: FURTHERMORE, you called him the son of a servant when he is my dear little brother
Jyl: so i would like for you to apologize to wwx
JYL IS THE GREATEST SISTER IN THE WORLD
Madam jin is like, ah, it’s not that big of a deal, let the boys squabble 
And jyl shuts that down by telling her that wwx is family, an insult to him is not a trivial matter for her
GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH
Blah blah plot blah blah jzx is a Disaster Het in front of Witnesses blah blah 
Gross, sect leader yao goes off on a rant
We’re gonna ignore him
We cut to wwx downing a jar of wine in the middle of town 
*sigh* i don’t even know why i bother telling him off at this point, he’s obviously not worried at all about alcoholism
Ooooh, and now we’re getting Lan Bro time. Very wangxiantic lan bro time
Lxc: lwj, i can tell you’re worried about something. What is it?
Lwj: …
Lwj: lxc, i..i want to bring a man to Cloud Recesses
(guys, the ellipses here actually happened. We actually hear lwj do a start-stop on his sentence)
(THIS FROM A GUY WHO DOESN’T SPEAK MUCH BUT WHEN HE DOES SPEAK, SOUNDS LIKE A PRINCE)
(Our boy is Overcome with Feeling rn)
Lxc: bring a man back to Cloud Recesses?
Lwj: bring him back…and hide him there.
Lxc: hide him?
Lwj: …
Lxc: he may be unwilling to go, right?
LXC KNOWS WHATS UP BC THERE’S ONLY ONE MAN WHO HAS EVER AFFECTED HIS LITTLE BROTHER THIS WAY
Lwj stays silent here, and the lan bros manfully stare off to the distance
(I like to pretend that here lxc starts coming up with elaborate kidnapping plots bc he wants his lil bro to be happy and that’s only happening if he drags wwx back to their home)
(i mean, locking up your soulmate against their will is a Lan family tradition, isn’t it??)
AND THAT’S WHERE IT ENDS
THIS SHOW DOESN’T PULL ITS PUNCHES, DOES IT?
This forest frolic was not nearly as fun as the last one :(
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Summary: “Come home to me, my love. Please, bring him home.”  You’re a youthful little creature, but anyone who knows that life’s most vibrant gifts are the ones most dangerous, knows to stay away.
WARNINGS: ANGST, but happy ending, blood, death, sacrificial rituals, mentions of suicide bc loki :( Pairing: pre-Thor to postTDW!Loki x sorceress!Reader Word Count: 6.5k
A/N: Okay, so months ago, I entered a certain writing challenge, and forgot about it. Layla was kind enough to tell me to take my time, and now I have it completed! My prompt was: “Excuse my tantrum, can’t you see I’ve got my hands full.”
@wxntersoldiers, enjoy bb!! You deserve it :)
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They've hidden you away on this war-hungry realm, where the blades are sharp and the shields are sharper. Shoved books and herbs and tutors every which way they think you will intercept them, so that they can mold you into a lady worthy of Asgard’s standards. Placed your blades out of reach, because Vanaheim is the peace to Asgard’s war. The country to Asgard’s city. Farmers to their rich.
They call you simple. You are your father’s daughter, after all, and he was merely a farmer before he was a king.
So, yes, you are the farmer’s daughter, who just happened to be lucky to marry the Prince of Asgard. The simple girl who is well-spoken, and polite, and trusting without a fault. The pretty, simple girl from a peaceful realm who doesn’t understand that their Prince will never love an idiot like you.
What you know as the truth is all that matters.
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Your father is Freyr of Two Kingdoms. Of Vanaheim and Alfheim and you are to lead both. Your father reads aloud strategy instead of bedtime stories, and you paint with a sword instead of a brush. You grow up a battle-hardened warrior who has not yet lost a battle, and your father’s father sends his blessings to you. He tells you the ocean sings in your veins and the winds rest in your heart. He tells you that you are the tsunami’s rage and the torrential rains of fall.
But all the courtiers call you is farmer’s girl. Little peach.
A farmer’s girl who wields a scythe like a second arm, who’ll cut someone in two if it means it’ll make your father proud. A sweet little thing who has knives hidden in a smile. A fountain of limitless potential without a leash, a witch, if anyone’s ever seen one, without a master.
Your father’s sister amends that immediately.
She bleeds you over the fire, and teaches you things your father does not dare to speak of. Sorcery, and spells, and little tiny tricks that’ll tip the balance to your side. Black magic, they call it. You say it’s making use of what you are born with.
Little peach. Dark princess.
A little peach who is her mother’s daughter, shimmering and beautiful. 
You’re a youthful little creature, but anyone who knows that life’s most vibrant gifts are the ones most dangerous, knows to stay away.
.
It’s a shame, you realize, that an arranged marriage was made.
You’re quite sure that if you’d met Loki in any other circumstance, you’d love him and he’d love you. He’s quiet and polite, and not hard on the eyes at all. In fact, you’re quite sure he’s attracted to you, too. After all, there are worse brides in the nine realms. 
But, then he listens to what the court says, and you keep up the pretense that you’re nothing but the clouds in your head. Not that it’s hard. You simply don’t fight it, and let the people do the rest. You have no interest in defending yourself against opinions that don’t matter. You only care about one.
Your mother’s whispers tell you to paste that smile on your face. It’s not worth the trouble to fight what they think of you.
Your father’s glare demands you to show them who you are. You are my heir, and you will earn their respect.
Your lady aunt Freyja takes no side, but you can imagine her voice perfectly. My autumn child, you know what men do for a woman’s love.
You smile and open up a book as your betrothed enters the library. His eyes rake over you for a moment as you let out a soft hum, face turned away. The sun shines through the window, illuminating the dust that flickers through the air and you flip a page deliberately to catch his attention again.
“What are you reading?” he asks two shelves over.
“Some odd book about seiðr,” you respond and your gaze rises to see him pausing. He grabs the book he has floating somewhere between him and the shelf, and turns around, meeting your eyes. He searches for something deeper. You drop your eyes back to the book you’ve read countless times before.
He sits down on the opposite end of the window sill bench and you tuck your knees to your chest. You hold the book open, and his eyes flicker across your face, drinking you in. 
“Interesting?” he inquires. You send him a smile.
“Enough.”
No more words are said. He simply cracks open his book and you return to yours. You cannot help the smile that spreads across your face.
Many things, Aunt Freyja. People do many, many things for love.
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That is your little hideaway, the library. Only Loki knows when to find you and where — that spot on the window sill bench, after dinner and before breakfast — and he comes to join you often.
Mostly, he asks questions. You smile and answer all of them willingly. You’ve let him come to you, and now you have him in your grasp, and you in his. The moment he finds out you also know how to use magic, know how to do things that not many on this war-hungry realm can, you feel something in your chest lurch at the very sight of him. Perhaps it’s the way his eyes spark when he reads something new, or the gentle way in which he smiles at you. 
No matter. You enjoy the games you play together.
You watch the way the sunlight hits the smooth apples of his cheeks and brow bones as you play with the magic at your fingertips. The two of you play a game where you must get pieces through hoops the other positions. It can be as outrageous as one’d like, but in the lazy setting sun and the fullness of supper, neither of you go farther than the distance between the two. 
He holds a hoop between the two of you and your lips twist as you telekinetically toss a piece through it. It lands in his lap and you smirk victoriously.
“Now, I get a question,” you announce. Loki leans back against the wall, a satisfied smile upon his face. “Lemon tarts or berry tarts?”
“You know I don’t like sweet things,” Loki deadpans and you smile, tucking your knees to your chest. You flick your fingers and retrieve the piece still in his lap as his own wooden blocks float around his fingers. “Lemon tarts.”
Taking your own hoop and holding it up above your head with a wave of your fingers, you feel the warm gush of power flow down your fingers. The wooden hoop shimmers with blue magic as you look up, making the final adjustments to its position.
“I’m ready,” you announce and Loki picks up a piece with his fingers. It soars through the air with a flick of his fingers and through the hoop, and he catches it before it can drop on your head. He smiles with a little ‘ahah’ and holds the little wooden piece in his fist as you lower the hoop onto your finger with an amused smile.
It seems only in the sanctuary that is the library does Loki smile like he does. You’ve been here quite a while to know that he’s not the favourite son. The Allfather tries his best not to make it so painstakingly obvious, but you can see it plain as day. 
He wears his smile in the court like a courtesy. Whilst you float around, a butterfly searching for nectar, he is the crow perched on leaves, wondering when he can return home to his murder — his flock. You’ve tried to draw that smile you know lurks within him out, but fail every time.
Here though, he blooms like the sweetest flower and you reach over to skim your fingertips over his knuckles. His eyes flicker down before meeting yours. 
“Why do you act like that in court?” he asks softly, and you tilt your head.
“Like what?”
“You know what I mean, my lady.”
“I know what they think of me,” you say with a cunning smile. “You can’t make people change their minds, and an advantage can only be used once. But why should I care about silly little opinions when only one truly matters?” Your magic dances across your fingertips and over Loki’s hand as he slowly turns it over to grasp your palm. His fingers slide over your wrist, feeling your pulse that beats in your ears.
“And whose opinion is that?” he asks, tone bemused. You roll your eyes, draw back, and gesture to one of the hoops he has floating around his head.
“One question per point,” you remind him, drawing your hand away. Pink stains his cheeks and you send him another sly smile. “Come on. A few more rounds before bed.”
“Bed?” he repeats with a glint of mischief. You fling a block at his nose which he deflects easily, and his smirk causes your lips to press into a flustered smile. “Too early for bed, isn’t it, my lady?”
“The night is still young.”
“Ah, you know that wasn’t what I meant.” 
“If you’re so eager, a request could be made to my father to move the wedding up a fortnight,” you chuckle. With the wedding only a month away, everything is falling into place. The few things you have left to deal with is the final fittings for the dress, and the final draft of the menu.
“I’ll resist the temptation, little witch. The wait will make it sweeter.”
Your heart beats a little faster. By his little self-satisfied smirk, you know he knows, and you curse Loki for being able to turn the tides of your little battle against you.
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The day of the wedding is scheduled for the first day of autumn, and gentle wind kisses your cheeks as you walk through the gardens. A spiral of orange and yellow, red and brown, follow your steps as your father walks you through one last time.
“You’ll return home, then? Once the wedding is over?” you ask softly. The sparrows chirp overhead, flitting from one branch to another. You smile at the sweet songs, leaning against your battle-worn father. He wears a handsome grey pelt around his shoulders, his cape dragging behind on the cobblestone road as you tilt your head to the grey-blue sky. 
“Yes. Once I’m sure you’ve settled in, and you’re comfortable here.” Autumn blossoms sprinkle the pathway as you ascend the steps to the Great Hall and you turn to your father with a smile reserved only for him. 
“I am happy here. If they’d let me bring out my sword once in a while, then it’ll be perfect.” 
He nods, cupping your face and tilting your chin up towards him. His dark eyes flicker over your face, thumb stroking your jaw and you smile bittersweetly. You know what he sees — his little girl.
“Thank you, Father.” 
And at last, he smiles. It vanishes a second later, but the love that swells in your chest does not as he sends the guards a nod.
The doors open, and you are presented to the people who are to be yours.
Loki wears his ceremonial armor, golden horns glinting in the morning sunlight that streams through the open ceiling. Rich green spills from his shoulders, his cape pooling around his leather boots as he turns to look at you. A reverent silence hangs in the air, filled by the soft lull of harps and choir voices, and you lower your eyes to avoid the evident smile that’ll occupy your face as soon as you see him.
When you reach the altar, you turn to gather up your dress that tumbles on for miles to see attendants already holding onto it, adjusting it so it flows prettily down the golden stairs. Your father watches with a hard stare, making sure you look as beautiful as you can be and you place your hands on your father’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Papa. For everything.” 
He nods once, and then takes hold of your hands with his rough ones. His thumbs brush over your knuckles as he turns to Loki, who holds out his own hands.
You look at the man who is to be your husband in mere moments, and he hides a smile beneath that helmet of his. Your father places your hands in Loki’s, giving you away, before descending down the steps and standing next to your Aunt Freyja who hides a clever smile behind her hands.
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Marital bliss lasts for centuries. The both of you are in no rush for children, still young and eager to learn about the world and each other. 
“If it comes, then we let it come,” Loki whispers into your neck one night before bed. You press your whole body against his, wrapping him in a tight hug as his arm drapes over your waist. He kisses your jaw and brushes hair away from your face, eyes dark in the shadows of your shared rooms. “But in the meantime, I’d like to get in a lot of practice.”
“Practice, hm?” Your face is flush against his chest, and you press soft, tiny kisses against the bare skin you find there, fingers tracing shapes along his back. He sighs, his hand trailing up and down your side as he takes you in. Your eyes peer up at him modestly, and you reach up to touch his face. You feel his smile warm against your palm, and you wonder how it is that you’ve fallen in love with the man when he’s the one who is supposed under your spell. 
You suppose it isn’t hard to wonder why.
“Oh, yes. Lots and lots of practice.” His nose wrinkles against your cheek and your laughter is silenced by his kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck. The sheets twist around your body as you slide a leg between his. The burn of his skin spreads delightfully into your bones as you sigh, brushing fingers over his cheeks.
“I adore you, you know that?” 
“Of course I do,” he whispers, and he seals that promise with a kiss.
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Your first is a daughter, and the birth is difficult. You think it’s the stress — the whole ordeal has been a hellish year, and the fact that Thor has been banished such a short time ago. 
Loki has been exiled to pace outside your room to let the midwives work as you let out a torrential scream. Outside, Asgard faces a storm, bullet rain that dents metal with every one of your pained shouts as wet wind carries the fate of your child to all corners of the realm. There is blood, so much blood that they have to change the towels beneath your waist twice.
And even then, it’s a struggle.
Frigga brings you sustenance — filling soup and water — as well as updates on your husband.
“He’s going positively mad,” your mother-by-law whispers and you let out a breathless laugh as another contraction rips through you. Something tears and you grip onto whatever is closest, clamping down with all your might. The midwives murmur amongst themselves but you cannot see through your tears to bother asking what’s wrong.
The labour continues on for another day and a half before you can rest. Frigga departs your bedside to go look and you raise your head blearily. You’re quite light-headed, and you wonder why there is such a silence. You can hear the gurgles of a child, the tiny little wails but otherwise, nothing.
“What’s wrong?” you croak, blinking. You need to see your baby. You gave your life and soul to this child and now they won’t even tell you what’s wrong. “Is it a boy, or a girl?” Nothing. “Answer me!”
“We… we don’t know, Princess.”
Your whole world shatters. You try to sit up but Frigga stops you as agony rips between your legs mercilessly. Groaning, you slide back down as she cups your face. Your blown eyes search hers, and you feel the tears coming before you can stop them. Hair sticks to the sweat on your skin as you let out a quivering breath, trying to stop yourself from sobbing.
“What’s wrong with my child?” you ask weakly, closing your eyes as tears burn hotter than the flames surrounding you. Frigga shushes you and you feel the shift of the bed as she turns to the midwives.
“You do not speak of this moment. You do so, and you will not wake up from your sleep. Leave.”
The door opens and closes. A soft bundle is pressed into your arms. Frigga stuffs pillows beneath your head and urges you to open your eyes.
“There’s a secret we’ve been hiding from Loki his whole life,” the Queen whispers as your eyes peel open. Tears blur your vision instantly but you blink them away. With a weak finger, you pull the towel away from your child’s face. “Something we should’ve told him long before he met you.”
“Boy or girl?” you ask quietly. The child turns in your arms, eyes squeezed shut and a closed fist hitting your finger softly. 
“You have a sweet little daughter.”
Nodding to yourself, you feel your fingers go numb as you stare at your tiny little daughter. She’s so small, so gentle, and yet she already has such a climb in front of her. Your heart swells for your firstborn child, and you hold her to your forehead, breathing in her scent as you stroke her tiny chest.
You kiss her blue, marked cheek, and her tiny blue knuckles, play with her creamy little fingers and brush a knuckle down the unmarked side of her face. You watch as your half-blue daughter searches for food, and you swallow a hard knot. Bearing your breast, you let her feed and try not to cry once again. 
“When will you tell him?” you ask. Frigga looks on with guilt, with shame. Your eyes stare frostily at her, and you wonder if this is why the Allfather favours Thor over him. “I won’t hide this from him.” The Queen has no answer, and a wave of nausea crashes over your head as you turn to look at your daughter. The birthing pains have faded, replaced by new, deeper cuts on your heart. “Please bring him in.”
When Loki meets his tiny little daughter, blue and cream, frost giant markings along her face and body, he confesses that he knows. Knows he’s a monster.
You tell him with every ounce of yourself that he is not even though you know he won’t believe you. So you tell him you love him instead, because he knows that that will never change.
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“Thor! You’re back!” You rush to him, pulling him into your rooms as you admire your brother. His golden hair shines in the candlelight and he wears a fatigued smile as you go to pour him some tea. 
“There’s no need for that,” he says with a wave and you send him a strange look. Something about him seems off. He’s no longer the jovial man you know, or perhaps, something has happened. Before you can entertain that thought, though, a shrill cry pierces the air and you go to the cradle beside your bed. 
Your daughter squirms and wiggles, and you pick her up, shushing her quietly as you turn to look at Thor. He stares at your daughter for half a moment, and you smile sadly.
“They hid the secret from you, too,” you begin and he rips his gaze to you. “Sweet brother, Loki has been raised in a lie.”
And that is what makes the next bit of news so utterly horrible.
“Where is he, anyhow?” you ask. You gently rock your daughter in your arms, hoping that’ll soothe her to sleep but with a newborn, you’re only learning more and more everyday. Thor grimaces, fingers slotting together as if he’s trying to figure out the right words to say. You go to your balcony, looking at where the bridge has shattered. You arch an eyebrow, tilting your head and absently stroking your daughter’s cheek. “The Bifrost was glowing awfully bright before you returned.”
“Autumn sister,” he whispers, and his voice has grown thick. You turn to him, the wind tugging at the skirts around your ankles as he steps onto the balcony with you. The moon casts you both in silver, and you swallow. 
“Bad news?” Your voice shakes and you try to pretend it’s from the cold that does not bother you, not the fear that seizes your heart and threatens to crush it into tiny pieces of dust. When Thor does not answer, you shake your head and whip around, holding your child to your face. Yours and Loki’s. Our daughter.
“I’m sorry—”
“No. No, please don’t tell me,” you whisper. Kissing her cheek, you hold the child close to you in hopes that it’ll fend off whatever words Thor will say. “Don’t tell me, please.”
“He let go of my hand,” Thor whispers and you close your eyes, breath rattling in your throat. “He let go, and he fell.”
“No. He wouldn’t.”
“He did.”
A myriad of emotions digs into your heart, splitting it with a chisel and hammer, carving it into something that resembles a broken heart. You wilt, sinking to your knees and holding your daughter close. The last pieces of Loki you have left.
“Was I not enough?” you ask to the winds. Thor drapes his cloak around your shoulders, gently touches your daughter’s cheek who meets her uncle for the first time, and shakes his head. “Was our daughter not enough?”
“It was never anything you did,” he whispers, hugging you tight. You close your eyes, and tears trace over onyx armor as he presses a tight kiss to your temple. “Some secrets never should have been secrets.”
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“You’re sending Thor to Midgard, but not me?” You throw open the doors with a slam, storming into the throne room. Odin Allfather sits up in his chair, his conversation with his wife all but broken as you stop. Blue autumn winds follow after you, brushing against your skirts, your hands, curling around your fingers. “I’m his wife, if you don’t remember.”
“You have a daughter. I don’t want young Hela to lose two parents,” he replies, an easy response, a trained one. You sneer, hands curling into knuckle-white fists. Magic rushes to your fingertips, but before you can protest, he slams Gungnir into the floor. “My decision is final.”
Frigga’s, however, is not. With a promise to take care of your daughter, she sneaks you into the Observatory. Thor flies you in, and the two of you hold on tight to each other as Frigga waves farewell.
“I need to return before he thinks anything’s amiss,” the Queen Mother explains with a slight smile. “Bring him home.”
“We will,” the two of you promise. 
When Odin’s dark magic powers the Observatory for the first time in centuries, he sends not one but two warriors down to Midgard.
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“Loki?” you whisper, and he wilts under your stare. Something flickers in your eyes as you press your hands against the glass. He’s trapped in some sort of cage, and you paste on that smile of yours as he walks towards the thick walls.
He places his hands deliberately to cover yours, and you lean forward, your forehead touching his. The soft thunk tells you he does the same and you close your eyes. You can nearly feel the heat of him. Almost, not quite, maybe.
“What have they done to you?” you ask as your heart tries to touch his. It wrenches out of your chest, and you open your eyes to meet his, smokey blue, a gaze you don’t know. “Who did this to you?”
There is no answer. He merely backs away into the end of the glass container like you’d shocked him.
“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill whoever did this to you,” you promise. The glass begins to bend under your burning hands and the blue magic under your fingertips phases through the glass. The rest of you follows, and you are in the cell with him. He watches you like an injured dog, and your heart cracks as you open your arms.
“Stay back, wife,” he spits, but you don’t care. His poison has never touched you. You continue towards him.
“I’ll kill them all,” you repeat as the uncertainty in Loki’s eyes grows. “I promise you. I promise I will do whatever they’ve done to you to them tenfold. I will bring you home to our daughter.” You think of little Hela back home, and you smile. “She’s missed you. She’s your little girl.”
“She’s a monster,” he whispers harshly. You falter and your arms drop to your sides. “Don’t you see?”
“I’ve never cared much for monsters.” Blue mist spills into the air, tasting like cold starlight and warm spices as you reach out one hand to him. “And I know how to love one with everything I have.”
Tendrils of magic weave from your fingers out to Loki, who has half-turned away from you. It caresses his face and whispers over his jaws, taking hold and turning his cheek towards you. His eyes meet yours and you smile. 
“Come home to me, Loki.”
He takes a step towards you and your heart swells in your chest. Your fingers strain for his cheek and your smile grows as he walks into your reach. Your hand cups his face, and you let out a relieved laugh. You absorb every inch of him, the sunken quality of his eyes, the hollowness in his cheeks. My husband. 
Your arms wrap around his neck and suddenly, he’s embracing you back desperately. His arms clutch at the leather that binds your armor together and you kiss his neck softly.
“She looks so much like you,” you whisper, tracing shapes on the plane of his shoulder. “Come home to me.”
“I will. When the work is done, I will.”
“What?” Your head raises off the crook of his neck and shoulder, and you stare into his eyes. Swallowing, you open your mouth to speak but then he pushes you hard, blasting you through the glass and onto the metal floor. “Loki—”
“Trust me, wife,” he says with a sly smirk. In between the lines of his face, you can read him like any book in the library.  “It won't take long.” Dusting yourself off, you nod and swallow the hard knot of fear in your throat.
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Safe in his chains and muzzle, he presses his forehead against your cheek and in your mind you can hear one name.
Thanos.
The frost that crawls down your spine is not from the cold. You hold your husband tight against you as Thor twists the glass cylinder containing the Tesseract. Blue cosmic energy washes over you and you return home to your daughter, who cries when she sees her father.
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You bring your daughter to his cell, sit on the lip of the stone and hold her up in your lap as he sits on the other side of the golden barrier. A tiny grin encompasses his face and makes him glow as Hela reaches forward.
“Hello, darling,” he whispers as you pull her back from the barrier. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, Loki.” You sigh, fingers scratching the stone you sit upon as you wrap an arm around your daughter. “She took her first steps today.”
“Really? She’s a quick learner, then,” Loki praises and you smile sadly. You press your hand against the barrier despite the tingling electricity burning beneath your palm as a blue shockwave ripples over the gold. 
“You should have been there to see it,” you whisper over your blistering skin and Loki’s eyes widen. Tears burn into your eyes as your burning hand curls into a fist. “Loki, I can’t do this. You should be here—”
“Hold fast, my love.”
“This is no way for us to live.”
He places a hand against the burning barrier, and you close your eyes the tears race down your face. Hela’s soft hand wipes them away unknowingly and you open your eyes to gaze at your daughter. You see so much of your husband in her that it makes everything ache.
“No one ever said this was fair.” You look up again to see his palm, black and white instead of cream. There is no wince or flinch at the blood that pours down his wrist and you glance down at your own hand. The burns have already begun to fade, but the ones on your heart will forever remain raw.
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“I need your help,” Thor whispers, tugging you away from the harbour. You’re torn away from Frigga’s funeral jarringly, blinking as you collide with people although Thor makes a clear enough path as you reach a small archway in an alley of some street. You thrash your arm out of his grip, backing to the opposite end of the archway. He stands there, stung, but all you can muster is a glare. The candlelight illuminates half of his face, the other cast in shadow, and your fist clenches.
The fires heighten, burn blue.
“What do you want from me?”
“We need to end this threat. We need to find Malekith and destroy him before he comes for the Aether.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” You cross your arms, jaw stiff as you take another step back to his step forward. 
“Promise me you’ll help me. I need you.”
“Why should I?” you snarl, poison biting at your words. “Have you ever gone to see your brother? He rots in a cell whilst you come bringing you little lady love to Asgard.” Thor’s mouth opens and you raise a hand to silence him. “Save it. I want to hear nothing from you.”
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“I told you I wouldn’t help you.”
“You’re being childish.” Thor enters your rooms. You spin around from where you’re holding your daughter, mouth open in protest. “You act like some simple girl who doesn’t understand the consequences. If Malekith gets his hands on the Aether—”
“Excuse me if I’m having a bit of a tantrum. Can’t you see I’ve got my hands full?” you snap. You send a wicked glare at your brother-by-law who seems to wilt underneath your stare and you inhale sharply. “What do you want, Thor?”
“Convince him to help me.” 
Your eyebrows furrow together, and you frown deeply. “Why should either of us help you?” you ask breathlessly and Thor looks away. “You imprison your brother who was tortured, manipulated—”
“You want revenge for Frigga?”
Your heart breaks into shatters at the mention of her, and your breath catches in your throat. “You know I do.”
“Then, what other reason do you have to help me?” Thor’s eyebrows raise in sympathy and he extends a hand to you. “Your daughter will be cared for, I promise you.” You kiss your daughter’s cheek, gaze into her red and blue eyes, before nodding.
“Fine.”
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“Move!” You run away from Jane whom you’d been protecting and scream, blue magic flaring around your fingertips as you push Thor away. No, no, no. “Let me see him.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers painfully and you let out a horrified breath as he clutches as your sleeves. Blood spills over the soil as you bow your head, pressing your face against Loki’s. “I’m sorry, wife.”
“Loki, no. Hold on, sweetheart,” you tell him, placing a hand over the wound, fingers bending as you search for the source of blood. A poisoned blade, cursed with something dark. You can fix this — you can fix this if you have time— 
Loki’s fingers let go of your sleeve, slip off your hands as the pale blue of his heritage overtakes every part of him.
“No. Loki, no!” You cup his face, but his head rolls away at the force and you let out an outraged scream. “No, no, no!” Slamming a fist against the dirt, pure cosmic energy flares between the cracks of the dirt as a pair of hands reach for your shoulders. With one hand holding Loki’s body towards you, you twist to slap Thor away. “Stay away from me!”
“We need to find him,” Thor whispers through a thick, tear-ridden voice. “Malekith is still out there.”
“You killed him! Why should I help you?” you scream, skirting towards your husband’s body, holding his head in your lap. You brush the hair away from his face and sniff through your blurring vision. Hot tears drop to the soil and onto Loki’s pale face as you bow your head. Agony rips your heart to shreds as it collapses in your chest, and you struggle to breathe through your clogged throat. You tear your gaze wretchedly to him.
“Y/N—”
“Go! Leave!” What little air you can breathe rattles between your teeth as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to cleanse the image of your husband from your mind as you run stiff fingers through his hair. “Leave me!”
“I’m sorry.” The words whisper at your ears, but you shake your head. Forcing your eyes open, you reach a hand to the wound. And here you thought you’d never need what you’ve been taught ever again.
Dragonsroot, heartsbane. You’ll need a warm fire, fresh, young blood.
For the first time in so long, Freyja’s voice sings in your mind and you press your lips together. The magic tendrils stitch Loki back together from within and you use your other hand to pull the poison from his blood as you pray to your father. You haven’t in so long, that you wonder if he’ll still hear you. Vile, black magic stains your blue and you toss it aside, letting it curl and sink into the dirt.
Take me home, Father. Grant me safe winds, Grandfather, and blessed waves. Bring me home.
There is movement under Loki’s eyes, so quick that you think you must have hallucinated it and you blink the tears from your eyes. “Loki?” you whisper, brushing your hands over his tear-stained cheeks.
“Is that any way to greet your father?” 
Whipping around, you let out a breathless laugh upon seeing your father. How long has it been? Decades? Centuries? He looks older now than he did before, but no less strong. The mere image of him grants you strength and your heart mends momentarily with sticky sap and pure spite.
His flintstone eyes widen upon seeing his child on this foreign realm, holding onto the dead prince of Asgard and he walks to you, falling to his knees. Trying to hold back your tears, your throat blooms in pain as you throw your arms around him.
“Please, help me,” you sob, your forehead pressing against your father’s broad shoulder. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Little one,” he whispers, holding you tight, “we know someone who does.”
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In a pyre built by you and you alone, Loki burns.
The smell of burnt leather and hair fills the air, no matter how many flowers and sweet fruits loiter in the clearing you do this in. 
Your aunt’s instructions echo in your ears and you turn back to look at the castle over your shoulder where your daughter awaits. She’d been rescued by your father earlier that day whilst your aunt aided you in gathering what you need.
She stands on the edge of the clearing now, waiting, watching.
“This is your last chance,” Freyja calls softly and you shake your head. You need to do this, even if you aren’t sure it’ll work, even if it might kill you. Holding out a hand, you close your eyes and blow out a breath between your lips. The wooden handle of your knife is pressed firmly into your palm and you drag the silver tip over your fingers, not cutting the skin.
You toss a glance to your lady aunt, who nods and gathers the two bowls. In them, grinded heartsbane and chopped dragonsroot you’d prepared yourself. She walks to the back of the pyre, throwing them into the flames. 
Immediately, it bursts white, flickers of other colours you’d never seen before burning into your eyes as you walk up the pyre. The wood trembles beneath your bare feet and the fire licks at your skin greedily as you close your eyes. As your skin begins to blister, you stuff down the mortal throes that make you want to scream until you bleed and walk deeper into the fire. 
You can barely see through the white flames and you fall to your knees, blood clotting in your throat as you reach blindly for his body. He is yet untouched, covered in oils and blessings, and his skin is smooth and cold to your touch as you reaffirm your grip on the knife.
Say his name, then your wish. Give your blood, your sweat, your tears. Show them you are worthy. Spirits more powerful than us will decide.
“Loki,” you whisper and the flames twist and flicker. You trail your hand down his shoulder to his chest to the scar on his abdomen you’d tried your hardest to heal. “Come back to me, my love.” A rush of magic, threads of sorcery, run down your arms and flows down the knife, burning orange in the fire. “Come home.” Your teeth clench together and you peel open your eyes.
You are all ash and bones, black peeling skin, blood and tears, and what is left of your strength is visible in the magic that whispers over your skin. Bringing the knife to your stomach, you inhale flames and ash.
Please, bring him home.
And you sheathe the knife in your stomach, in the exact placement as the scar on Loki’s body. Blood rushes forward as you yank the knife out breathlessly. You drop the knife, and it slips between the wood of the pyre.
“It’s not his time,” you whisper through the blood rising in your throat. It bubbles between your lips, burning blue under your skin and you bow your head. Closing your eyes, you let the fire wash over your blackened body and lay down next to your husband. Your hands touch his cool skin, and you sigh blissfully. The air is thick, humid, and a wave of exhaustion hits you.
The simple princess, you think as you fall asleep. There is movement beside you, but you hold Loki closer, eyes shut against the bright white flames that purr against your skin. You think you can feel cold hands touch your waist where silk has burned away, and the fire begin to die. The only one that burns now is the one inside your heart.
Little peach. 
Farmer’s girl.
Yes, that is all I am.
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HypMic: Swordmaster
Anon asked: MTC, BB, MTR and FP reaction when their used to hang out shy Girl-friend is actually Sword master, she can handle katana very well, elegantly and actually can beat the shit out of them with her seathed katana if she want too 🤔
Sure!!!
Ichiro
Hahah fanboy
And he definitely whips out his lightsaber, I mean authentic replica katana and asks you to teach him some moves
And you’re just laughing because the sword he’s holding is so fucking anime that you can’t keep a straight face, but you indulge him anyway
Ok fine then you have lightsaber fights because why not
Like he wasn’t expecting it at all, but he’s very very happy that he can now learn how to fight with a blade like a real assassin/warrior/samurai
Ok now he has like a fear of criticising sword fights, but he’s glad you’re there to laugh at him and teach him some of the anime moves
Jiro
Please teach me sensei
And you do really, and Jiro’s enjoying it, but he more often than naught prefers to watch and video because he finds it so cool
Basically an anime brought to life
It’s like when you watch him spray paint, there’s like a certain art with the way you perform and all that
But he definitely contain his excitement so he really goes and asks you to teach him and borrows Ichiro’s lightsaber- I mean authentic replica
And yes you have the sword fights, but Jiro is pretty shy (and kinda reckless with the sword because he’s still a kid at heart), so he settles for watching because there’s no way you’re gonna consensually put him with an actual blade (wooden swords are okay, but he still hurts himself)
Some of his spray paint art may or may not but probably and definitely inspired by you
Saburo
He learns a bit, but he also likes watching you and videoing
But he deffo goes the extra mile and edits the hell out of your videos
Like he adds special effects and all that, he also takes your pictures for a fantastic instagram
And like also analyses your fight pattern and compares it with anime/movie fights and how realistic it is
And he likes it when you teach him how to do it and the meaning of each move and where it’s intended to strike and what you need to do
Also the physics of it and all that
Samatoki
Honestly? He was surprised you haven’t pulled a sword at his face yet because of his temper
But he really finds it so cool, but now he knows you can beat him up with the sheathed katana, and he just finds that pretty cool
And really he trusts you to take care of yourself now and it’s awesome when you actually step in sometimes to defend him
And he respects you even more (like 250% from his 200%)
And he also asks you to teach him because he values learning other fighting techniques besides just lashing out with his two fists and all that
Jyuto
He would like watching you
Like you would offer to teach him, but he wouldn’t because tbh I really see him just watching and appreciating your skill
And he loves the way you handle yourself with grace and power
And the control it takes, he admires that so so so much
but he asks how to defend against such a weapon because tbh as a cop, he would probably need to know how to defend himself without having his own katana
Riou
Would ask to be taught, not only as a way of the two of you spending time together, but because he never knows what’s gonna come up and it’s great to always be prepared
And he likes how much power you hold and the silence in the art
You don’t shout when you do moves, you only make soft sounds or like a grunt of effort, and that’s it
It’s a silent fight and Riou just loves it because without any other noise, the two of you can focus
Unless of course, it gets intense and the two of you start shouting when you spar
Ramuda
He finds it so impressive
And like the cutie/dark boy he is, he asks you to teach him
And he does respond like a kid, but yo, when you fight him, he enters a different headspace
And yeah, you are better than him, but that doesn’t stop you from seeing that glint in his fucking eye and it scares you, but it also makes you push him harder
And he is glad for it
But after the sparring, he’s back to the childish pupil
Gentaro
He finds it so nice he writes poems about t
And he’s proud of your actions that value Japanese traditions and all that
And he can dress you up in all that traditional Japanese stuff and it really makes him happy
Of course he asks you to teach him, but we all know he’s not up for the physical activity, he just loves it when you tell him the stories and history and technicality behind the moves
And he finds it so beautiful and all that and it adds another layer of complexity to your personality
And yeah the two of you bond over tradition
Dice
He also demands you teach him
But at one point he always improvises and sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn’t
He’s in genuine awe about you handling a sword
He has a gambling addiction, so the two of you have bets, where you can or cannot do unrealistic anime moves
He always loses of course, but he likes seeing you do them and it makes him smile
And of course, the bets aren’t always monetary, sometimes it’s kisses or hugs or cuddles or dates hahah
Jakurai
Yo oh my god
He’s a fucking assassin??? Like of course he would love it
So he would whip out his own katana and ask you to spar with him
And like of course he has the wooden version, but he wants to also see your form with the metal blade and he really like observe
And he sees no flaws in your technique, so he asks you to like… spar with him with both metal and wooden because he trusts you not to hurt him
And you have your like training sessions and it would be so awesome and neither of you are afraid to rough each other up
Plus Jakurai would show you some of the extra techniques he leaned as an assassin and some like fanfiction-y thing would be like
He would let you trace the blade over the most sensitive parts/most vulnerable parts on his body or vice versa and trace like the veins/arteries that if pierced, you will die
But the two of you work so well together and it’s so fucking awesome
Doppo
Panics but knows you can’t hurt yourself
Actually no he keeps panicking so you decide to teach him some of the slower moves so that he has something to do to calm him down
And the drills/routines are quiet, so it’s enough to calm him down and even out his breathing
So this becomes an activity when he’s done working or if he’s a panicked boy and needs to calm down
Sometimes he does it by himself like when he’s alone and it becomes an effective coping mechanism and all that
Hifumi
Fanboys pretty hard too
And we all know he’s a huge puppy, so he’s super supportive of all you do
And is always there for your competitions and has all of the videos and all that
He also takes the best pictures of you and buys you clothes for training and for show
and he’s so proud of you you’re all over his social media and it makes you blush with attention
But he’s so hyper and looks at you with wide eyes and a big smile… it’s fucking adorable you cannot resist
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one of the most annoying things I see is when people try to pull the but there arent many same sex ships ( that are canon) out there to defend korrasami and try to shame people into being okay with it when no it doesnt matter that there arent many same sex ships or examples of lgbt rep representation isnt more important then good writing they arent exempt from being criticized 
you dont need to support every same sex ship or “example of lgbt rep with a mc   to support the community or  support the idea of there being a mc same sex ship the important thing is whether the writing is good if it has had proper buildup etc
( also its funny how many times they get mad if the lgbt character isnt the character they wanted to be lgbt like ilia  and act like its wrong that she started on the bad guys side  even though she quickly changed sides
( its funny since I have seen people support the idea of azula being bi  given how she was )
or them getting mad if instead of the popular same sex ship  that they wanted one of the girls ends up with a girl outside of the pairing( I dont recall the example they used ( it was in the tags  naming ship names and I dont recognize all of the ship names)
but imagine someone getting mad if freezerburn happened instead of blacksun 
this way we both get what we wanted they get lgbt rep involving two members of team rwby  and blacksun got the payoff to all the buildup that it received ( while bb got nothing which is why I say its forced  direction change to suddenly start heavily pushing it in v7 ( v6 finale at best)
( and to be blunt the fact is the idea that  all members of team rwby
 had to be in relationship with each other  their partner because team jnpr got teased with theirs ( and if neo joins and gets with jaune it will still be the case) is ridiculous   by that logic it would be fair for one of team rwby to die ) heck it would be fine if none of team rwby were in relationships with eachother or were paired with a guy ( it wouldnt be forced if it was teased by the show with the proper buildup) like blacksun
(  I always find it funny that there are people who will genuinely call a straight ship being teased forced just because it was straight  and they wanted a same sex ship to be teased  instead (that isnt what being forced means it means writing wise . the fact they wanted bb to be teased is irrelevant they didnt get anything to hint at bb beforehand )  then will claim its homophobic to  call a same sex ship forced because after years of nothing hinting at it they were pushed and became canon as treated as something that is practically canon like in v7 or v6 finale ( while blacksun received actual teasing mutual attraction and development) there is no doubt if blake was a guy they would claim queerbaiting.  it doesnt matter that there are plenty of het ships that are canon people dont ship blacksun over bb because of the genders involved and when I see people claim that it comes off as projection
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I think my initial disdain for the way Sun and Neptune are written came from how sick and tired I am of straight ships being forced on the audience when lots of us are in the lgbta community. Part of it was because my gay ships were sinking I’ll admit but honestly I’m just sick of forced straight ships especially in one of the only shows with enough well written female characters to /actually/ have believable gay ships. I don’t think I hate Sun and Neptune but I do hate how forced the ships are.
I think this is all the explanation needed(and all you need to dismiss people trying to take moral superiority over liking Bumblebee). Something the toxic side of the fandom loves to do is project and project hard. They cannot understand why someone would not think like them or like the things they do unless there’s something wrong with them or they contextualize it through what they themselves would do.And that’s one of them accidentally explaining how that relates to Bumblebee: wasps like it because it’s a gay ship. They thought Black Sun was forced because it was not a gay ship. Therefore, since everyone must either think like them or be defective, clearly you think Bumblebee is forced because it’s not a straight ship. You don’t like it because it’s gay.“
basically they are just calling blacksun forced because it was a straight ship if sun was a girl they wouldnt make that claim so I cant take anytime I hear someone try to pull the you would ship bb if it was a m/f pairing  or wouldnt be calling it forced if it was a m/f pairing for if sun was a woman and yang a man they wouldnt be shipping bb and would call bb forced
if whether you ship  a ship or not  is determined by genders involved  like say if two ships were paired against the other and what causes you to ship one over the other  the pairing  is genders involved  it is a shallow reason   representation isnt more important then good writing
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People need to stop over analyzing every single little detail about Bumblebee. Holding hands and hugging doesn’t mean these two are an item. They barely have any chemistry; in fact, almost every interaction between them suggests how terrible they’d be for each other:
In volume 2 Yang showed concern over Blake’s well being and winked at her while inviting her for a dance (we barelysee that dance btw) which is good, don’t get me wrong, but then everything starts going south after that. Blake was the only one on team RWBY who didn’t believe that Yang wasn’t going crazy, which doesn’t bode well for their relationship at all. Then Yang attacked Adam to save Blake, and Blake ran away after that without so much as a word, and Yang was rightfully upset and continued to be until volume 6. In that volume they do interact and Brunswick farms, and Yangs anger towards Blake briefly resurfaced. They then stabbed Adam and consulted each other after that. Then in volume 7 they complement each other’s looks (dating based off looks is never a good thing), then Blake’s introverted personality gets completely replaced into someone who likes to go clubbing (seriously, does Blake strike anyone as someone who likes to go clubbing?) and we don’t see that either. Then they talk in a van, and not even about each other, you know, something that would result in some good, healthy chemistry? And that’s it!
Yang and Blake barely have any chemistry together, and yet for some reason, almost everyone in the fandom thinks they’re compatible. They aren’t. They’re the farthest thing from compatible. Blake has more chemistry with Sun, and that is no speculation, the two of them spent two entire volume together for their relationship to flush out.
Look, I am not against Bumblebee, but this kind of nonsense needs to stop. We as a society need good, properly developed romance between LGBT characters (especially gay characters, ever notice RWBY’s lack of them?), but since people don’t know what that is, they settle for below subpar stuff. I believe Unicorn of war said it best: “we’ve been feasting on scraps when we deserve a banquet”
( something said around v7 )
All of the BumblBY moments, in my opinion you have to want them to be romantic and interpret them that way. There’s nothing inherently about them which suggests anything other than a close bond, unless you really want it to. The biggest BumlBY moment, when they hug after killing Adam isn’t romantic by nature. It’s simply two people comforting each other after killing a man who has caused the both of them trauma, and who at one point meant a lot to one of them.BlackSun on the other has many moments which you simply can’t deny are romantic. Blake blushes when Sun winks at her, Blake gets flustered when Kali says that she likes Sun, and the two of them go through an arc of opening up to one another and learning to trust each other, which is inherently romantic in nature.You can ship anything you want, but I’m getting a little tired of some BumblBY shippers claiming that ‘ the ship has been developing from day one’, when the truth is, no it hasn’t. If it is developing, it’s much more recent development, compared to BlackSun which now has several volumes to support it.
bb only reall began to be teased in story in v7  they might have intended for the v6 finale to be a romantic moment but it really wasnt
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khuntopia · 5 years
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✧ drowning [ minchan ]
Summary: Summer in Australia with Minho and three of his buddies. Nothing could go horribly even if the poor boy can't even swim, right?
Pairings: Minho x Lifeguard!Chan
Genre: Fluff.
Length: 4.4K words.
Warnings: Usage of explicit language.
Requested: Pretty much. This was just an idea by @/starryknow on Twitter and I thought it might be nice to write about it. Thank you for the idea, Elle!
A/N: My first imagine book so it would be pretty nice if anyone could give me some advice and what they thought about this short story. Have a nice reading :)
Minho is watching the trees, how they sway in a warming breeze. It is that time when summer begins to blossom into something the body feels as much as the brain when the emotions catch their thermal updrafts.
The boy remembered when he first arrived in Australia on his first day, the heat rained down on them like the breath of hell. It felt as if the sidewalk was hot enough to fry a morning breakfast. It was one brutal day for him.
So when Minho felt the coldness against his face with the wonderful perfume of roses met his nose, he just wants to run around the nearby park from his hotel like a little kid.
He heard the faint sound of chirping above and saw birds soar across the sky. He closed the door from the balcony and turned his body to the opposite way, only to stop his footsteps when he saw his friend, Seo Changbin.
Changbin was wearing dark grey trousers, flat sandals with some stupid looking summer hat, from Minho's point of view.
Minho pulls away from his sunglasses from his face, a displeased look worn on his expression. "What's all of this about, and why are you bringing those surfing board out with this wonderful weather?"
"Oh, it's summer, we're not gonna stay at this neighborhood for the whole week! We're going to the beach, of course, Minho."
"Wait, beach?"
"Yes the beach Minho, go inside and change quickly, you're lucky that Hyunjin just woke up so hurry up!" Changbin repeated, not minding the other boy's expression.
"B-b-but—"
"Argh stop winning! Just go!" Minho was being pushed to go inside the room, causing the door to slammed to his back. Minho sighed, gave up and went to his bedroom to take his swimsuit.
Although he can't swim.
On the other hand, Hyunjin was just going out of his bedroom and seemed unenthusiastic. He too was forced to go. Seungmin followed him behind and grinned like an idiot when he saw Minho's face of horror.
"Remember to bring BB Cream and SPF to protect your perfect skin." Seungmin exaggerated, knowing how much the other guy hated being in the sun exposure.
And he hated that he could only sit while watching the rest having fun.
Minho was sitting on the back of the car, watching the outside's views from the window in the most lifeless in his life. His head was slowly following to the beat of the song played from Changbin's huge speakers.
And of course, if you put Seungmin on the first seat, he would turn on his favorite band Day6 and blast it at a high volume, head bobbing back and forth like a crazy chicken.
At least he was lucky that the passengers didn't look at the young boy and his group of friend weirdly. "This is gonna be the best vacation ever!" Seungmin looked from his back towards grumpy looking Minho.
"Fuck no." Minho cursed.
The rest of the boys chuckled, again, not minding about Minho who was utterly silent on their whole ride to his hell.
The beach was unexpectedly uncrowded, not what they were thinking of. Changbin was proud that he took the boys on the right day to go to the beach. Most of them didn't take much time to prepare, instead, they all started to run straight to the cool water. Leaving the boy-who-cannot-swim and Hyunjin all the kinds of stuff left.
"I wish I could have bought my cats with me."
"You know we can't bring animals on the plane, right? Just enjoy your time here, man, maybe look at the pretty trees or go talk to some local people here." Hyunjin uttered while having trouble smearing his suncream on his back.
"Tsk," said Minho, his voice half a whisper. "I didn't even get 20/100 on that last test. Do you think I'm really capable to talk to them? Stop being stupid, aussieboo, just go play and I'll stay here on my own." He finished.
"Fine." Hyunjin's tone held a warning note. "Don't be bored without my existence."
"I don't need you, shoo!"
"And hey, from what I remember, Changbin also brought his old cheap looking $10 float last week. He prepared a lot actually, so just check his bag."
With that, Hyunjin dashed away and followed the rest of the boys. Minho looked at them, having the fun time of their life, making himself wondering if he should actually try and go in the water. Ugh, he thought. He knows that he wouldn't be able to sit on the burning sand for more than hours, nor is he patient enough to even sit on one spot for even 30 minutes.
"Look at that grandpa running with his unicorn float. I swear this is embarrassing as heck." Seungmin said, but before he could say more, the other boy already came next to their side.
"I knew Changbin had a float but this isn't what I expected it to be. I guess he has been very interested in rainbows and fluffy stuff—oW!"
Hyunjin was hit as he tried to finish his sentence by no other than Changbin. He glared at the innocent-boy, and was trying to defend himself by saying that "It's my sister's old float."
"But you don't even have a sibling."
"Shut up Hyunjin!" Changbin raised his voice.
While the rest of them were arguing about the float, Minho was busy looking at the beautiful scenery of the smooth-looking sand, the local people around talking in their native language and kids building the sandcastle. In the gentle spring sunshine, the boy felt as if he were swimming in the briny aroma.
It wasn't as bad as he thought.
Minho observed every single detail from this beach, however, he stopped right when he saw this lifeguard's face. Right there. That guy had that kind of face to stopped your track, based on Minho's good eyesight. His rich chocolate hair, more like golden brown as the sunlight was hitting his face was slightly tousled and wavy.
The lifeguard seemed somewhere his age, which was pretty nice but the only problem was the language barrier. It was frustrating for Minho, but he kept staring from afar.
"Do you think that we should call him," Seungmin whispered to Changbin, snorting.
Hyunjin also saw what they were both talking about, and quickly swam closer to them and said half-whispered with amusement. "I wonder what he is dreaming about, huh?"
"I mean not gonna lie, that lifeguard is hot."
"Not you too, Changbin!"
Changbin shook his head in denial. "Nah, I don't believe on love at first sight."
But his word was drowned out by the sea of laughter, which confused Minho, who wasn't listening to their conversation since the beginning. Hyunjin noticed his confusion and quickly asked:
"So hyung, when are you planning to take him out?"
Minho blink. He knew exactly what they were all talking about. Him, that lifeguard. That handsome effing lifeguard. What should he say, that he was only looking at the coconut tree stupidly? Nah, that'd be way too obvious. He would rather be honest.
"I wish, but language barrier, guys." He said with a straightforward tone yet it seemed very dejected. It was easy to find a lover for him, it's just that he's not interested in girls.
The rest of them nodded, all disappointed.
"Hey but don't be too sad, you still have us here, we're enough handsome for you to look every single day, am I right?" Changbin smirk as Minho just laughed silently. It was true, they were pretty enough to complete his life.
Till then, Minho didn't think of him much.
"Hey guys, I think I saw an ice cream truck inside that place earlier. Should we go get some?"
"Is Changbin paying?"
"No! Last to arrive there is paying."
"Seems fine with us."
Just then, everyone started dashing to the shore, leaving Minho on his float alone. "Yah! Yah! This is unfair!" He kept screaming, not even moving an inch because it would be useless in anyway.
The rest were staying on the sand, making grimaces from afar like little kids. Minho sighed. It was what he had to deal with them every single day, so why was he even mad at this point.
He slowly tries and moves his hand, trying to get closer to the edge of the beach. When suddenly, he felt his surrounding less heavy and somewhat more weird than usual. Minho looked at the float, and quickly understand the situation.
Drowning, he was drowning.
Shit shit shit shit! Not now.. he thought, his hand was starting to panic as he tries to at least swim somewhere near the shore. His legs were trying to move along, but nothing worked. His body gave up on trying.
Minho couldn't hear exactly what was going on, sounds from above the water were muffled from down here. His eyes were starting to give up too. This is probably the end, was what he was thinking of.
On a matter of second, Minho was quickly pulled out of the water by two strong hands grabbing his arms.
The three boys were standing next to the lifeguard as he just got out of the water, holding Minho on his arm.
"Darn it Changbin, you shouldn't have bought that float for $10! Your rich ass could buy a slipper for millions of bucks, but not for a float?!"
"Hey, that's not my fault! And for your information, it's not even me that bought those."
"Can you all shush, please? Minho is literally unconscious and y' all are here arguing about a float? I'm supposed to be the youngest and most childish but it's actually the two of you?"
Hyunjin and Changbin were silent as they both watched the older one lay down on the sand. The handsome lifeguard pinched Minho's nose and was doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as Seungmin was sheepishly smiling.
"Now look at the childish one, smiling at someone doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
"If we told Minho that his hot lifeguard was saving his life by doing this, he would probably faint for another time." Seungmin chuckled. Their whole conversation has been in Korean, although they didn't expect that their words could change everything.
The lifeguard, named Chan, was trying not to react to their words. He was flustered and also surprised that they were speaking Korean right in front of him, who also had the same nationality as them. He tried to focus on the unconscious guy but just got more clumsy instead.
He just kept focusing on Minho's face more.
Luckily, Minho coughed out a huge amount of water and was now conscious, just a bit nauseous and very confused.
"Uh-uh—"
"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, compared with how huge and muscular he was. Minho was even more confused and very very flustered.
Minho swore to himself that he didn't mean nor want to stare at him in the eyes for that long. To the point that his mouth almost dropped open at the sight in front of him.
With all of his effort, he answered with his broken English."I'm okay"
"Can you walk?"
"Yes—" Minho started to stand up and run away immediately at this point, only to fall down again, luckily it didn't hurt as much since there was the sand.
He wanted to say that his leg hurt in English, but couldn't found the exact word. He hated Seungmin for not helping him when he's just right at the lifeguard's back. However, to his surprise, Chan got his back.
"I think you have leg cramps?" Chan asked, this time, in the language they both understand, Korean. At that moment, the three other was the one who was now shocked. They looked at each other, eyes fully wide, mouth opened, soon regretting everything they said.
Minho's heart was beating a mile per minute, the guy's voice was amazingly attractive. And someone with a striking look with a beautiful voice speaking in his native language, it feels like an angel singing.
"Ah-ah-ah yes! You speak Korean?"
"Yeah, I lived in Korea for some years actually." Chan smiled, which seemed so genuinely sweet.
And another striking moment.
Not for Minho though, but for the three other guys, wondering how they will have to tell the other one what they just did. They knew Chan heard what they said, and regretted it.
They didn't even care how cute the contact between the two older boys was, even if they were literally staring death in the eyes, but just how screwed they would be if the now-conscious boy knew the secret.
Loverboy and his lifeguard were having a small little talk, for about 10 minutes about things like their vacation, Chan's life of being a lifeguard, before parting different ways.
"I'm praying for the both of you, Changbin and Seungmin, especially you, little one," Hyunjin whispered, pointing at the Seungmin
Seungmin breath out heavily. "Maybe you can start planning my soon-to-be-funeral."
"Seungmin did what?"
"Don't act like you're deaf, Minho, he literally said what I just said to your lifeguard!"
"Hyunjin, you have such a big mouth, won't you ever learn how to shut up?"
Seungmin looks over at Hyunjin and wishes he could smack him in the face, glaring at him as if someone just stole his favorite toys. Changbin wished he could say something to comfort Minho, who looked surprisingly normal.
"I mean," Seungmin clarified, "it's not like I knew the guy spoke Korean, if I did, I would keep my mouth shut, unlike Hyunjin here!"
Changbin looked hugely entertained at their fighting, although his look changed to an alarming sort of way as he saw Minho leaving their car, whispering "I'm going to buy a coffee, I'll be back." The two boys were still bickering about themselves as usual.
Minho wasn't actually mad at them, or even Seungmin, instead, he kept imagining the scene Chan doing that mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or even kiss him on the lips. It made him crazy just to think of it, and afraid that the boys would think he's a weirdo, Minho decided it would be a nice idea to go breathe some fresh air.
He heard noises of someone panting and running footsteps towards him. He stopped in front of a narrow door of the coffee shop before that person grabs his shoulder. He knew that person is none other than Changbin. "Hey," he muttered, exchanging a glance with Minho. "Is everything alright there, hyung?"
Minho shook his head as if to say I don't know.
"Okay look Changbin, I'm fine, it's just that, I hate to feel that I have to leave Australia and.. and that lifeguard guy." Changbin looked up, completely silent.
"I hate that I'm like this, Changbin. I hate that I'm so desperate over a guy I just met."
"I saw that the both of you had a nice conversation afterward, why didn't you ask for his numbers?" Changbin asked.
Minho stopped for a second, before answering. "You have a point, but have you seen the number of people who had rejected me? I'm honestly scared, Changbin."
Changbin felt a flicker of sympathy for him. It was true, Minho had been fighting over this for a while, and it was honestly not easy for him to watch his friend, feeling neglected. There was a moment of quiet and peace between the two boys. Changbin wanted to open his mouth to say something but completely forgotten it as he saw the one and only prince charming of Lee Minho, entering that shop they were about to go in.
This time, to make sure that Chan won't hear anything, Changbin half-whispered into Minho's ear. "There goes your chance, pretty boy, either you say it now, or it's over. I believe in you, hyung, I know that you can do it and if the guy even dares say a word about you, it's over for him, okay?" He insisted, trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Also bring me a latte, that would be nice."
"Al-alright." His voice broke unevenly with a very trembling hand. Minho had never been this hesitant before, so before he entered the shop, he let out a shaky breath. The dread and anxiety deadened his mind and body.
He is right next to that fucking counter where I have to order my drink, what a perfect way to start the plan, he thought. Being so cautious and nervous, Minho ran with high speed and ordered right away as he almost startled the old lady, probably the manager of the shop. While opening his mouth, he noticed the intense stare on Chan's face.
Wet brown tendrils of hair clung to his forehead and cheeks, droplets trekking down his jaw to drip from his chin. His eyes, especially his eyes, were stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Minho stuttered for a second.
"I-I would like two lattes and..and.. 2 Coca Cola please."
"Sure darling, you can wait on this table here—"
Before the woman could finish her sentence, Minho already ran outside to Changbin's side, whirled to face him more than he ever thought he would. "Okay look Changbin, I confessed to people but it was only through social media—not face to face after meeting for 10 minutes. You know that I'm very introverted so—"
Changbin, to reassure his friend, this time, he holds both of his hand, saying, "Look, Minho. I was like you before, hyung. So coy and reluctant when it comes to these things. I remembered when I confessed to my boyfriend it felt like I was going on my final test. At some point, you just have to try, although there's a chance it would.. fail."
"Even if he would reject you, it will be the past, and if he did, it would just prove him as someone terrible for not even giving my wonderful friend that's right in front of me a chance." This time, Changbin's voice seemed a lot more comforting, adding that lovely smile of his, it boosts Minho's confidence.
When Minho felt that he was ready, before going inside one last time, he turned to Changbin, giving an assuring grin. "Also, Changbin."
"Hm?"
"I have to agree that your boyfriend Felix really deserve you after all, and thank you." Changbin suppressed with a smile, his blush seared through his cheeks and for a second, it was hot pink.
Going inside again felt exactly like Changbin described, it felt like on your final test. The lady still was still making the last drink while Chan—Minho could only see his back, huge shoulder. He noticed that the boy was just that he was writing something on a piece of paper.
Minho only stood there, watching what was going on. Later, when he finished writing his note, he gave it to the old lady, who sheepishly smiled back at him. Chan suddenly turned his back and saw Minho who was already walking to him.
"Thank you, how much is it for?"
"$12, dear."
Chan turned to his direction, making eye contact at the boy in front of him. Minho hands were trembling, although his tone remained calm. Both were looking in the eyes for a good five seconds. Before Chan said anything, he did a little awkward cough and said:
"Hey, so you're going to leave Australia soon?"
Minho shook his head. "In a week, actually."
Chan hummed in response. "Well, I guess I won't see you around soon, so... I guess.. this is goodbye?"
Minho opened his mouth but was stopped when Chan shot upright from his seat, approaching the other boy the closest they've ever been. Chan gave him a wistful look. "Must.. you go..? I was honestly hoping that you would stay here for a while."
Minho was frozen on the same spot.
"Well, I don't want you to go, honestly," Chan said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly—I've just met you—but I don't want you to go."
Minho said nothing. He was too busy being shocked that the man right here is somewhat confessing to him. It felt like a sweet dream. It was like a sweet dream. But it was a reality. It was so odd, he thought, what brought out the tenderness in people. It was never what he would have expected.
"And I feel like trusting you," he said. "I don't know why—But again, I've just met you for a while—but I do." Chan unexpectedly moves his head closer to Minho. The next thing Minho knew, was that his forehead rests against his, and that feeling of both fear and excitement was growing inside him.
Is this.. it.. he thought.
"May I?" Chan asked softly, and with a swift motion, not even an answer, but just Minho's little nod. Chan brushed his lips across his and reached for him as if he would otherwise drown. Minho almost gasped when the other boy's hand went around his.
Minho was completely unprepared, even if he knew that the other one asked for a kiss, he was completely unprepared. His brain was lit on fire, the warm set through his entire body. It felt amazing, for both of them.
When they both pulled away, their breaths were shaking. Chan, from what Minho saw, was pale, paler than before, except for the two splotches of red across his cheeks. Minho felt like those first kiss that he would end up rolling in his bed and burying his face in the pillow. So lovely and innocent. He was hiding his face with both of his hand, covering his face to hide his embarrassment.
Before Minho could say anything, the next thing he knew was that Chan, already dashed out of the shop, leaving him standing like an idiot on the middle of the room. Not that he cared about the weird look on the local people, because there was none, but just the kiss.
"Yah! What happened? Why did he just stormed out like that?" Changbin asked, oblivious about the situation. From his point of view, it looked like Minho had been drugged from his lifeguard.
Minho, grinning like an idiot, answered simply with we just kissed. Changbin looked towards the boy in front of him, staring at him as he almost screamed loudly to the whole world.
"No way! So you got his number?"
"Mhmmm—wait what did you say?" Minho finally came back to his sense when Changbin asked that question and repeated twice.
"Y-you guys kissed.. and you didn't ask for his damn numbers?"
"Changbin, I forgot, Changbin, I really forgot.," Minho shouted, and he wasn't sure if he sounded angry, mad, sad or something else. What he knew was that next, he reached for Changbin's shoulder and started whining. The only thing the younger boy could do was sigh and comfort his brother by caressing his back.
"If not, maybe we can go back here tomorrow."
"Really? Please, Changbin please just this time."
"I don't really mind, hyung and I think the boys would love to go here for the second time. And anything for my friend, of course—" He was cut off by Minho's tight hug, almost choking him at some point until he pushed him away, chuckling.
Changbin stood up straighter, "Look here, our drink is already ready, maybe we can stay here for a night while you look for the boy, does that seems fine to you?"
"Perfect, actually. You're the best, Changbin, and let's drink these so I can refresh my head."
Changbin approached the table and saw a note next to it, he thought at first it was just a bill. But little did he know, it wasn't. As he got more curious, he opened the little piece of paper, his eyes almost as wide as a kid getting their Christmas present. All he did next was shoving the letter to Minho's face so he couldn't miss the content on it.
Once the older one read it, Minho felt like collapsing, screaming, dying—everything.
The letter was written by Chan, very neatly, and very... cheesy.
———
'It's Chan, the lifeguard guy. I was and always too shy to even ask you out, maybe we can at least call each other when we can? I think that you look pretty cute, and I would love to know you more.'
'Here's my number, it would be nice if you call could a lifeguard, because I'm drowning in your beautiful eyes.'
And to end everything, at the back, was written. 'And I think I kind of like you already.'
       — Bang Chan.
———
Changbin's smile was beaming, not as much as Minho, but there was a flicker of happiness in his eyes. "It looks like someone just got the jackpot, nice for you, hyung!"
When they got back to the car, Minho's mood had changed completely since the beginning of the trip, not because they were going home, but Chan. It was a hell of a trip, but he forgets most of the negative thought. The only thing is that he can't trust Changbin for bringing any float, again.
As for the 3 rest, they were ecstatic for the older one, even if the two aren't even dating, yet. Hyunjin is already claiming himself as their future children's godfather, while Seungmin is talking about how great of an uncle he would be, just, a mess.
Nonetheless, it was still indeed a beautiful and remarkable vacation for Minho.
As for Chan, he couldn't stop thinking of Minho. Whether if the other one is really gonna call him afterward. Chan was still scared, frightened about his sudden action, like the kiss, but he was honestly proud.
He didn't even know about Minho well, yet he knew that the boy was nothing but an angel. He isn't even sure if the cute boy would use him at the end or not, yet he trusts him with his whole heart.
For him, fate is beautiful. But what he didn't know was that the boy he saved that day from a drowning incident, is the person who is gonna spend the rest of his life with.
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The misogyny in the RWBY fandom
I’ve seen more than my share of misogyny within the RWBY fandom, which should be nonsensical considering it’s a show that focuses on 4 female characters. Yes, I know homophobia is very present too. I mean just today I’ve seen these:
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However, this comment doesn’t just show homophobia (like assuming all of the characters were straight, and calling “no artistic integrity” when they’re revealed not to be), it also reveals misogyny in the form of entitlement: they someone liked a character, therefore, she should have a compatible sexual orientation with them.
I don’t think the misogyny has been called out nowhere enough as it should be, considering how much I’ve encountered, especially on youtube comments. I decided to make a list of some sexist arguments I’ve seen and explain why they shouldn’t be used.
Jaune is being cucked
I assume this one relates to Jaune being the weakest of the group combat-wise and not about him not getting the girl, since the show isn’t over and who knows? He might end up with someone, though I don’t understand the fixation with everyone having to end up with somebody. There are single people in the world and they’re not all miserable. Pretty much like there are many married or in a relationship who are unhappy. 
About him being the weakest, I think that’s what makes him stand out. So many shows frame guys as powerful and strong, especially action-related ones (right now, the only exception that comes to mind is Xander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer), it’s a breath of fresh air to see a male character to not live up to that image and it makes sense because a lot of guys don’t. He expands the notions of masculinity instead of constraining to this very specific thing that most (if not all) guys in the real-life cannot truly live up to.
Sun should fight Adam because (this was when Adam was alive):
Ex vs boyfriend;
Prove he’s the one who deserves her;
Blake slept with Adam and didn’t tell Sun. During the fight, Adam will reveal this and Sun will be pissed. (no, I’m not joking, I’ve seen this one)
The first one is a dick contest. There really wasn’t any reason for Sun to fight Blake other than that. Unlike Blake, he had no ties to Adam and was never abused by him. Unlike Yang, he was never maimed by Adam. Literally the only reason is a dick contest. Sun going against Adam would actually take the spotlight away from the gals who did have real reasons to fight Adam.
The same applies to the second one, which reduces Blake to even more of a prize. A reward for the one who proved his worth, which is defined by “manliness”.
As for the last one… I will quote myself in “We Need to Talk about Adam Taurus”, where I initially addressed this perspective:
“I find this comment absolutely disgusting on several levels. 1) We don’t actually know if Adam and Blake had sex (I understand there’s not much reason for Adam to draw the line there, but again, I won’t treat it as certain, even if likely); 2) that relationship was abusive; 3) with a relevant age difference (she was a minor, he wasn't); 4) a power imbalance (he was her mentor). Assuming they had sex, it seems like Blake’s ability to consent was basically non-existent; 5) Even if there was no problem with their relationship, so what if Blake had sex with Adam? They dated, Sun knows that. Why would he get to be mad at her for that? This is as dumb as slut-shaming gets. You had sex with your boyfriend, how could you?”
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These 2 comments were made by the same person and the person responding pushed back on… pretty much everything and the conversation was polite, so I’m not going to address the BS/BB elements that aren’t problematic.
This been said, I still want to mention what I underlined: the first associates that doing something for someone should get you into their panties. This perspective is still sexist and entitled. The idea that being introduced as a love interest and not become it is a slap in the face is also problematic. If every character who has a crush on someone gets them, then I’d say that wouldn’t work from a verisimilitude perspective (we don’t always date our crushes) and honestly, I think it helps with the entitlement. This idea that people just have to reciprocate your feelings, especially if you do something for them, which is far from dead in real life too. We should have more shows with unrequited love that leads to them accepting themselves as friends and nothing more.
Oh, and yes, following someone for months without their knowledge is stalking, no matter the motive. In fact, most stalkers think they’re doing the right thing.
The second one is… weird. I don’t really get how the person could think that. Blake is a main character, Sun isn’t. The likelihood of her dying for HIM to be developed is basically non-existent. I feel compelled to blame internet RWBY critics for this one since they tend to emphasize killing characters as if that’s the only way to create character arcs and raise the stakes. Still, thinking it’s OK to kill a main female character for the sake of a male minor one feels like it falls on the camp of sexist - it feel like saying “no, women can’t be the ones that matter”. And there’s the once again “after all the times he has been there for her”, which I will talk about again.
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I already addressed this one on Bumblebee part 2, so quoting myself here too:
“There is a lot to unpack here.
First, it’s ridiculous to think you can be owed love/getting into someone’s panties. You can’t. People either love you/want to do you, or they don’t. If you want to do something for someone else, great, but do it because you want to and like (not necessarily in a romantic way) said person or because you’re altruistic – don’t expect a reward. This is what you sound like:
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Second, it’s idiotic to associate getting the girl with masculinity or not getting her with being “cucked”. If your notion of being a man is tied to getting someone else, that’s on you. If you need someone else to feel good about yourself, maybe you have some underlying issues to address (another reference to Crazy Ex-Girlfriend – watch the show, especially if you’re making comments like the one I showed: you need it. I feel like the narrator in “S.O.B.s”).
Third, even by the logic of “after everything I’ve done for you”, Sun doesn’t win, because Yang paid a much bigger price: she lost an arm and had PTSD while he had a minor injury from which he had basically recovered by the next episode. This isn’t a “Yang deserves her” either – that argument is nonsensical no matter the pairing being defended, I’m just pointing out that it doesn’t even favor BS.
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As for the dyke representation… (the fact that they phrased it that way is very telling) if it was just that, then any lesbian couple would do. RWBY is about 4 female characters. Seriously, how come people never ask themselves why this one is so popular, even though Yang and Blake aren’t the most popular characters? From what I’ve seen, Weiss and Yang are.”
 Adam was good until Blake left him
This is literally based on nothing. Judging by the canon, he was abusive to her. No one goes from perfectly fine to obsessive stalker just because they were left. Also, abusive or not, Blake had every right to leave. No one is entitled for the relationship to last as long as they want. You had 5, 10, 20 years together, great, but your significant other can still end the relationship tomorrow. No one should be trapped.
Also, I‘ve heard there are a lot of rape jokes, which is disgusting. Rape jokes don’t make edgy or daring - they just reveal you’re an idiot. 
I am sure there are more awful and sexist takes, but I hope this covers the bulk of it. I know that Blake in particular is a victim among the fandom too (that girl cannot catch a break) because of Adam and Sun fans who feel entitled. If you use any of those arguments, knock it off. 
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