#but let’s not turn it into a war of you must think/feel this way bc that’s how I feel

[chirpsythismorning]

I just wanna talk about this quick and then I’ll shut up forever.

I HATE byler kiss manips (not talking about fan-art, I’m talking about photoshopped byler edits using milkvan scenes). I hate them with a burning passion. The only exception to this would be when bylers use them as a response to homophobic anon asks... now that’s funny. But that’s it 🤣

Like I get it. It’s mostly all a big joke, but it’s just cringy to me..? And weird?? Why can’t we wait for the real thing???

AND YET! AND YET!… Even though I’m kind of contradicting myself by making this post in the first place, I honestly don’t see much value in confronting fans who do this or staging a whole call out about how it makes me personally feel uncomfortable for reasons x y z.

Because that’s just me. I’m sure there are some fans who agree with me and I’m sure there are plenty who don’t. But still, I don’t see the point in policing anyone that disagrees with me on this, to make them feel bad for engaging in fandom differently than me, to make a big spectacle about how it upsets me, bc the reality is, nuance exists!!!

While there are some people out there with horrible, even offensive or concerning takes, not every single disagreement of opinion needs to be put on blast as if that person is bad for whatever point they’re trying to make. Because now suddenly everyone is giving their two cents, clogging the tag to the point where no one can escape it. Now we’re all uncomfortable. Who is that helping?? No one!

So if you’re like me and there’s certain things that make you uncomfortable, no matter how small or even major, BLOCK.

Maybe you are just like me and you give someone a few chances, only to finally block them after one too many posts that are just 😬

Or maybe you block right away the moment you see something you didn’t want to and don’t want to risk seeing again.

I just hate this tendency fandoms (it’s all fandoms, not just st or byler) have to attribute one or even a couple hundreds of fans opinions, to the entire fandom… and then project that onto the rest of us like “IF YOU THINK THIS! YOU ARE BAD!” Like be real, there are hundreds of thousands of us, exponentially chances are there are gonna be a great deal of people you won’t agree with. That doesn’t mean we have to ruin this space for everyone.

I really don’t want to do this again, bc like I said, im basically contributing to the very thing I hate. I hate that I feel this need to voice my feelings on something everyone is already talking about, and now i’m also taking away from the aspects of fandom that can be fun and welcoming and worthwhile.

It’s just unfortunate how all fandoms put themselves in this situation. We allow one or a few to control the vibe of the tag and suddenly you can’t find theories or headcanons or just fun banter between fans. All you see is virtue signaling and people trying to find someone to blame. And then we wonder why fandoms fizzle out with resentment. Because we ruin it for ourselves. We turn on each other for the sake of being right. And it just sucks.

At the end of the day, everyone has the right to say how they feel. By all means, that is your choice and you can do whatever feels right to you. But just know that not everyone is going to agree. And that’s not always a bad thing. And even if and when it is, we don’t have to make it EVERYONES business.

#byler #honestly this could apply to literally any fandom drama #recently with the whole hose joke… #or the hc that Mike has an Ed #fans discussing these concepts aren’t inherently bad or wrong #that’s my opinion #you can feel differently and voice it and that’s your choice #but let’s not turn it into a war of you must think/feel this way bc that’s how I feel #some of us are more sensitive #some of us are more confrontational #if we were all the same there wouldn’t be much to talk about #there are pros and cons that come with fandom #it comes with a territory #if you see something disturbing and want to call it out! go right ahead!! #but also. #BLOCK #and let’s move on. #let’s not make it everyone in the tags problem to contend with #or else this isn’t going to be a space anyone will want to be apart of if we have to all agree about everything #sometimes you disagree with mutuals takes but that doesn’t mean you need to put them on blast #i disagree with ppl I love sometimes #we exist #i love u all #might delete l8r #but still I just had to get this off my chest even tho i contradicted myself by posting it in the first place 😭 #the byler tag is already over it too so pls ignore this post and let’s all move on 😅

[lomlompurim]

What if instead of waking up in the mushroom body, sqq woke up in a doll.

Something something while lbh was away in the abyss, sqq without noticing offended a misterious (demonic-succubi-esque???) cultivator with a weird thing for making dolls. She had dolls all over her secret workshop that she very kindly let him into when she heard about the famous Xiu Ya sword being in the city.

What she wanted of him? Who knows, sqq couldn't bring himself to care. She probably wanted his money or try to steal his hair, the hair of those dolls seemed very much like real hair, although he had to admit the level of details on these dolls were amazing.

(she wanted to trick him into buying one of her cursed dolls and steal his life energy little by little, but got wifebeamed by widow sqq during their conversation about how talented she was to be able to make so many dolls, and without really understanding he rejected her with little to no emotion on his face)

So she cursed him, and since sqq didn't feel anything bad at the moment he thought it just didn't work and left, not sparing the curse a single thought after their encounter.

The rest of the story goes as usual, excep that after he self detonates his soul doesn't go into the mushroom body, instead it got directly into the shape of a doll in the workshop of this woman.

His first thought is thinking someone snitched the mushroom body bc wtf wasn't he supposed to wake up under the dirt??? Why this place smells slightly familiar? Like paint and humidity and floral perfumes?? and why everything looks fucking giganourmus?!?! A teapot should NOT look that big from his position....Oh no, did the mushroom body turned out as small as a squirrel? WhAT is happening?!

And then he looks at his arms and legs, and he has joints. White paper skin with joints in his wrists, elbows, torso, waist, knees, feet. And he panics, a lot.

The woman who cursed him starts monologuing about how she trapped him now, and you are mine, I made this doll specially for you master shen, this is my revenge for your insolence to leave me yada yada- Sqq stoped listening a while ago.

Somehow he manages to escape from this woman and now he is roaming around as the size of some apples. Everything is huge. Everything is dangerous, even the grasshopers! And this body is fragile! He can't feel heat nor cold, neither hunger or other things, but he is useless with no spiritual veins inside, and if someone is not looking carefully, they might crush him. And the way back to cq is gonna be a hell of a trip! But he needs airplane to fix this. He can't stay as a doll forever! He needs a mushroom body and then fly into the sunset far from this mess! Adiós! Goodbye! So his new plan is to infiltrate into cang qiong, look for that rat and disappear. Sneaking into some disciple's pouch must be enough to break in.

Something something it only had passed a few months since lbh stole sqq's body and everything is still very fresh. CQ mountain is a hot mess. Sqh frankly needs to lay down and take a nap. Lqg keeps figthing with Lbh practially every day and coming back beaten bloody, he has his king pestering him and a lot of paperwork to do, Lbh is a pain in the ass, Yqy is really close to snap and start a war with HHP, and he knows nothing about his bro. So yeah. Such a great time to be alive.

The mushroom bodies should had been ready, right? He must be alright...Yeah. He has enough already to keep him busy. Cucumber bro is gonna come out and stumble across at any moment. No one would bat an eye if he takes a nap, right? He deserves it. He is overworked enough for another lifetime, his head hurts, his bones hurt everywhere, a short nap should be fine...

Until he feels something small tugging his robes and a cold tiny finger poking his eyelids. But he doesn't want to. He is very comfortable on the floor of his office. Whatever bird decided to pick a fight with his face can keep trying.

"AIRPLANE, WAKE UP, YOU HACK! I NEED YOU TO FIX THIS! WHY IS A WITCH WITH ANACHRONISTIC HAUNTED DOLLS IN THIS NOVEL? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

That voice. That fucking annoying voice was of just one person and one person only. He opened his eyes, looking for the source of the unmistakable voice of his No1 hater, but he came across with a pretty porcelain doll. With a very ugly sneer in it's face.

"W-Wha-?...Bro-?!"

"Fucking finally! Why are you sleeping on the floor in your ofice?! I was looking around your bedroom like an idiot! Do you know how close I was to falling from your window?!"

-TBC-

#svsss #shen qingqiu #人渣反派自救系统 #I don't have a lot about this au bc I just imagined it today #shen yuan in a doll body au #I still need to reach lbh #oh boy that is a can of worms idk if im prepared to open #so any idea of how to progress the story is welcome #since he would be still in his strongest shock and denial #what if sqh has to bring sqq along w him to hhp bc he has there all his plans and secret stuff idk #or to use any hhp treasure or smt #too many posibilites and imma sleep #wip #shang qinghua #I got this idea while watching Barbie

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ What Of Our Godly And Divine Love

content: god! leo valdez x goddess! daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: writing that's gonna make you wanna throw up bc its badddddddd tbh but that's it!! author's note: we started off so strong but then i remembered...i legit hate writing love confessions. they always turn out so cheesy. and also, i got so caught up in the whole 'what are they the gods of' thing and lost the plot but if this sits in my drafts for a moment longer i will just disappear and die and rot and decay and-

following the events of the war against gaea, the seven would summon to olympus. didn't even give them time to catch a nap or anything. in fact, as all eight of them clambered into the elevator - still in their armor and covered in cuts and mud - leo's hair was still smoking and a tiny flame was twinkling. y/n reached up, squishing it out between two fingers. leo glanced up, triedly, before nodding over at her.

"thanks."

"anytime, bucko," she muttered, slumping against the wall next him, her blinks slowing down until the elevator dinged, startling the whole group. they moved out of the elevator and took in olympus, the rows and rows of terracotta buildings, fountains and trees scattered all about, what looked to be an amphitheatre in the foreground. percy and annabeth lead the way, as they knew where they were going.

after trekking a few stairs, which everyone was complaining about by the end, they found the gods. they were arranged like the cabins at camp, looking down at the eight of them from their seats. percy raised his hand to their father in a wave, one their father returned with a nod and smile, his eyes meeting his daughter's for the first time.

"welcome, demigods," zeus spoke, not so much as a smile on his face or any kindness in his voice. y/n and leo glanced over at jason, who turned his view downwards and chewed on his cheek.

"couldn't let me catch some sleep before this," leo muttered, earning him a pointed look from the girl next to him, which he replied with a look of his own.

"no, we couldn't, boy. you're about received the highest and greatest honor we have to offer and you regard me with snark?" zeus snarled, leaning forwards in his seat.

"watch your tone with my boy, zeus," hephaestus huffed from his seat and leo tried his best to hide his smile at the comment, but the daughter of poseidon saw straight through him.

"why are we here?" annabeth cut in, leaning against percy for support. the exhaustion was clear in her voice, which is what they were all feeling. the gods glanced among themselves before turning their attention back to the kids before them.

"we're offering all eight of you godhood."

they all stood still, simply glances being passed between them. honestly, none of them expected that. maybe a pat on the back, a gold star sticker if they were feeling generous, but not godhood. without thinking, y/n wrapped her hand around leo's, tangling their fingers together. he squeezed it, both of them finding comfort in the other's touch.

"well, offer is generous," athena cut in, raising a finger before lacing her hands together and turning to demigods before her, "we insist. you've all done so much for us, we simply must repay the favor."

"i dunno," percy muttered, "i've already told you once-"

"yes, we remember. but we figured, this is slightly different circumstances," zeus cut the boy off, making a point to look at annabeth. percy held his hands up before clapping them together and spinning around to the group behind him, waiting for his words.

"okay, huddle up. we're gonna talk this through."

"well, we don't really-" athena tried but percy just raised a hand to her.

"i said, we're gonna talk it through, thank you," he replied, not even taking his eyes off the group that huddled around him.

"okay, okay. all in favor of godhood, raise your hand," percy started. frank, hazel, piper, and jason raised their hands. percy nodded his head before looking down at annabeth, who was still tucked into his side. she seemed to be deep in thought before she looked up at him, tilting her head.

"i go where you go. it doesn't matter to me as long as youre there," she told him, firmly. percy nodded, taking in this information too, before lifting his and annabeth's interlocked hands.

"fuck it," y/n muttered, raising her hand too. leo laughed lightly before throwing his hand up as well, giving the hand that was still held in his a tight squeeze.

"alright, let's do this. fuck, we're gonna make terrible gods," percy muttered, earning a laugh from the group. they all shared glances, idiots with their hands raised, and knew that annabeth was right, like normal. it didn't matter because they were together. now for eternity, but that's just a minor detail.

"don't worry, you guys won't be in charge of anything major or really all that important!" apollo cheered from his seat, beaming a smile at them.

"oh, jeez, thanks," leo huffed with a roll of his eyes. once again the girl gave him a shove and look, but she was struggling to hide her smile. leo smirked to himself, proud to have gotten to her, even if it was just a little bit.

they granted godhood by age, figuring that was the easiest. techincally, hazel should have been first but i guess the gods didn't see it that way as they called jason up first. hera gave him a proud smile as they announced what he was the god of - static from balloons and broken staplers. he rolled his eyes in a light hearted manner, shaking his head as leo and piper wheezed with laughter. then it was annabeth's turn. athena couldn't seem to hide her proud smile as annabeth was dubbed the goddess of coffee rings and lost hair ties. the group of teens couldn't help but giggle at the silliness, annabeth especially.

next up was percy, who was entitled the god of secret handshakes and broken fishing line. he laughed, clinging onto annabeth, his joy oozing from him. poseidon couldn't seemed to hide is laughter either. you were next, unhappily removing your hand from leo's and stepping up. you glanced over at your father, who smiled widely at you before shooting a playful wink your way. you were named the goddess of broken seashells and ships in bottles. leo was shaking with laughter, you rolling your eye at the boy and sticking your tongue out at him playfully.

following you was piper, who was labelled the goddess of chipped nail polish and teens who couldn't pass their drivers tests. aphrodite was sitting up straighter than before, her chest puffed out in pride as piper snorted with laughter, draping her arm around you as the two of you laughed together. then it was frank, who shyly took the title of god of missing pet posters and maple syrup. he was quite proud of the maple syrup one, the canadian in him overjoyed.

finally, it was leo's turn. he was christened as the god of monkey wrenches and broken matches. he turned to y/n, raving about how much he loved a good monkey wrench. she couldn't help but shake her head at the boy, quickly reconnecting her hand with his own. and last, but certainly not least, was hazel. i have the great honor of introducing you to the goddess of cheap party jewelry and colorful eyeliner.

and that was that. you guys were forced to abandon the muddy clothes you wore, trading them in for robes and sandles and laurels. no one complained too much about that one. percy and annabeth got married as soon as they could, hera refused to do it but aphrodite was more than happy to go behind her back and bless the godly couple. everyone else was just settling in, getting used to being allowed to relax and not have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

you spent this time thinking of leo, thinking about the fact that you wished you'd said something about your feelings before agreeing to godhood. sure, you guys were close and touchy but...that was just leo. he flirted with anything that moved, which included you and your lovesick heart. following the godhood agreement, you figured leo would be right on his way to get with any nymph, dryad, or mortal that he saw fit. and you refused to turn out like hera, a wife stuck in a loveless marriage. forever.

at least, that's what you thought. it's been maybe a few weeks - honestly, it was kinda hard to keep track of on olympus - when leo came running up to you. he'd tripped over his toga a few times and his laurel nearly fell from his curls but he looked just as dashing as ever. in fact, you couldn't seem to find too much a difference between god leo and demigod leo, he was still the same goofy boy you'd fallen in love with.

"y/n, y/n, y/n, wait up-" he huffed, bending over and resting his hands against his thighs as he caught up to you, sucking breath back into his lungs.

"yes, leonidas?" you teased, having found his full name to be proper of a god. he rolled his eyes.

"ha, ha very funny. no, i'm here on serious matters," leo insisted, standing up straight and staring at you as his joking smile slipped off his face. this caused you to strand straighter too, your eye brows pitching together in worry.

"what's up? something wrong-"

"i talked to aphrodite," he started and you added a frown to your face, your head tilting at the boy.

"that's what you came to tell me-"

"would you just- just let me finish," leo cut in, holding his hands up, causing his laurels to slip once more. he groaned, shoving them back up before reverting his eyes back to you.

"i talked to aphrodite."

"yes, you already said."

"me, talking. you, shushing."

"alright, alright," you agreed, holding your hands up before making a zipper motion over your lips.

"she- she mentioned something and i just- i can't stop thinking about it. y/n, you're my percy. wait, that sounds wrong- no, but, you get the idea, right?? aphrodite said that we were fated, bound by souls or something, i dunno the logistics but i do know that she's right. i don't see myself with anyone else, haven't since the moment we've met," leo rambled, talking widely with his hands and keeping his eyes trained on the bottom of your baby blue toga, his adhd taking over his mouth.

"leo?"

"hmm?" he stopped, his eyes instantly darting to yours, which were looking at him with such a fondness that had his chest clenching.

"you're my annabeth, too. i don't care what aphrodite said or what the fates have to say. if you'll have me, i'll be yours and you can be mine," you joked, holding your godly hand out for his. he chuckled, easily tangling his hand with yours and pulling you closer by it. instantly, you wrapped your arms around his arm and his free hand found purchase on your waist.

and the two of you stayed like this, no rush in either of you. the two of you were overly aware of the fact that you had forever like this. forever to have and to hold, forever to cherish and to love. there was no need to rush this godly and divine love.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader

[grandlinedreams]

Will I tire of sending Law requests? Never. So bare with me.

Law meets a girl on an island and they hit it off. She wants to go with him, but he says the sea is too dangerous for her. And he admits he likes her before taking off.

Instead of being broken hearted, she takes this as motivation to go out to sea and find him.

After months she finds him, and after slapping him into the next century, she tells him she likes him too. And maybe after some fluff, maybe have her mention not being left behind because “there’s only so many times you can handle being slapped by me”

Hiya!! I can absolutely do this minus the slapping ghlkjadf

Notes: reader has Ruby's weapon from rwby bc why not even though I've not seen that in years

[heads up!: afab/fem aligned reader, fluff, some silliness, angst, cursing, implied drinking]

You've been out on the sea six months.

One hundred and eighty-two days ㅡ down to the exact day. Gone is the rickety sloop you'd ventured from your home on ㅡ and you'd bartered, sweet-talked, and bargained your way into a ship far better than that.

You've even made a name for yourself, though it's been through some odd mix of unfortunate circumstance and luck ㅡ but you're still no closer to your goal.

Because you're not looking for something, you're looking for someone. And that in and of itself is a drop in the bucket because there are a thousand places he could be, and a thousand that he couldn't.

But as with all places that you stop at, you have to start somewhere ㅡ and so you start at the local bar. It's the best place, after all ㅡ liquored mouths tend to talk the loudest, and you're good at listening.

ㅡ

"You're not from around here, are ya?"

You smile against the rim of your drink before you set it down, watching the ice cubes clink. "What gave it away?"

"The fact ya aren't absolutely trashed off yer rocker," your new companion snickers. He's an older man somewhere in the range of salt and pepper hair and a couple of wrinkles that deep when he grins. "And that ship of yours out at the harbor."

You blink and shift in your seat, letting your fingers drift over the rectangular metal pack at your thigh.

"Relax, missy. Not lookin' for trouble." Your companion eyes you. "Ya must be lookin' for someone if yer here though."

You pick your drink up, sipping from it carefully. "You're right, I am." Your new friend watches as you turn to rummage in your pocket, producing a worn, battered piece of paper and unfolding it.

It's a wanted poster, creases made for how often you've shown it ㅡ and you point to the photo. "Have you seen this man?"

Your companion leans back, humming thoughtfully. "I think I saw 'im a couple days ago. He 'n his crew were stopping for supplies at the next island, I think. But isn't heㅡ"

"Thank-you," you say, folding the paper up and tucking it away before you toss a handful of beri onto the table and stand. "For the drink, and for you. You've been very helpful."

The man watches you go, then glances down at the beri, metal shining dully in the light. "What's a bounty hunter want with a war lord?"

ㅡ

You arrive at the next island by mid-afternoon the next day. Hungry and more than a little exhausted, your mood is far from stellar when you step foot on the dock.

"First food, then a nap, then I'll ask around," you mumble to yourself as you stretch, stifling a yawn. "He's turning into more trouble than I bargained for..."

Part of you often wonders what you're even doing ㅡ leaving your home behind, embarking entirely alone on the basis of talking to someone who'd left you without so much as a goodbye.

Correction, he had ㅡ and it'd sucked.

"Who leaves somebody with 'if it were safer I'd take you with me but it's dangerous no matter how I feel' as a goodbye? That sucked shit!" You grouse, kicking at a loose stone. "Trafalgar Law, you're a jerk."

And a warlord, apparently ㅡ he'd forgotten to mention that. And you suppose you have to commend yourself ㅡ most girls in your situation would probably have sulked and moped, maybe stared out at the sea like a grief stricken widow.

You, on the other hand, had simply sulked for two days before scowling and stomping out of your house and declaring that you were going to track the jerk down and demand an apology and a proper confession because that one sucked.

Six months and a growing reputation as a bounty hunter (whoops) later, here you are. Starving, tired, and desperately hoping Law and his crew are still here.

You're not sure what to do if they aren't. Will you keep chasing him, doom yourself to an eternal game of cat and mouse? You're not even sure he feels the way he had before, or if he'd ever felt that way in the first place ㅡ what if it'd just been to placate you?

No, you don't need to fall into that line of thinking ㅡ you're just tired, that's all. And hungry.

You trudge your way towards the nearest restaurant, footsteps heavy as you stagger your way to a table and slap a handful of beri down when a waiter approaches you. "Whatever is the recommended meal, please."

If there's judgement about how bedraggled you must look (if you look how you feel), you don't hear it ㅡ nor do you care.

Once your stomach has stopped rumbling enough to suggest that it's gnawing on itself, you find the energy to look around, catching the handful of wanted posters tacked to a board near the door.

If nothing else, at least you have means to continue that turn of events. Once your meal is finished, you leave a tip and stand, snagging one of the posters on your way out.

Certain that you haven't noticed them, a pair of men stand a few minutes after you leave, sharing a look before they move to follow you.

ㅡ

You notice the pair following you in under five minutes. For starters, they're nowhere near as sneaky as they think they are ㅡ and while your observation skills need refining, you're not completely without them.

"Alright, you two." You come to a stop, hand at your thigh, ready to engage the metal pack with a single touch. "What do you want?"

"You're a bounty hunter," one of them starts, eyeing you warily. "We've seen your face before."

"Really," you answer dryly. "Good for you. I'm not in the mood for small fry, so if you leave now, I'll pretend I didn't see you."

You really, truly are not in the mood to deal with these two ㅡ you're tired damn it, you want to sleep.

You hear the click of a gun cocking, and you sigh as you press the shallow button ㅡ and watch as your weapon springs to life with a series of sleek metallic clicks. "Alright," you sigh, "you asked for it."

ㅡ

"Excuse me," you say, voice strained for the effort it takes to haul the two unconscous knuckleheads behind you and prop them up against the kickboard of the bar counter. "Two questions. Where is an inn or a hotel or something, and where can I turn these two in for their bounty?"

The bartender blinks at you, then at the unconscious (and lightly bleeding) pair behind you. "Uh..."

Across the room, however, you're being watched again. This time not from small time pirates or thugs. Rather, a set of golden eyes lock on you, trying to parse out where he knows you from ㅡ and then narrowing when it hits him.

Several sets of eyes lock on him as he stands, somewhere between confusion and concern as he weaves around tables, intent on reaching you.

A fist in the back of your shirt is not what you expect ㅡ nor is the abrupt lurch backwards, making you windmill your arms to keep your balance, only to lose it anyways as you're hauled towards the exit.

"Hey!" You snap, squirming to free yourself with one hand as the other goes to deploy your weapon, "what is your problem?"

"My problem," a familiar voice says as they stop, "is that you're here."

You bristle as you wrench free, narrowed eyes sweeping up to lock with gold, blazing beneath a very familiar cap, spotted with the motif of a snow leopard.

And after six months of searching, you've found Trafalgar Law.

ㅡ

Law stares at you, wholly unchanged since you last saw him save for the look of irritation on his face. "Explain."

Of all the places he'd thought to see you again, it wasn't here ㅡ because truthfully, he hadn't been expecting to ever see you again at all. He'd left you in your tiny island town, turned, and refused to look back.

"Explain what?" Your head tips, and his teeth grit.

"This," he says, waving at the cruel curve of metal that arcs over your head from the metal pole in your hand, "and what you're doing here."

You still, and the playful glimmer in your eyes snuffs out like a candle. "What I'm doing here?" You laugh, the sound incredulous and tinted with a hint of hysteria. "What I'm doing here? I was looking for you!"

Law tenses. "For me? Why?"

"Because, you asshole," you snarl, eyes blazing, "you broke my heart!"

ㅡ

"Did you really leave her like that captain? That's cold."

Law's eyes flick to Penguin. "Eavesdropping is an awful habit to pick up."

Penguin shrugs. "We weren't, she was yelling at you pretty loud."

And you had ㅡ close to shrieking as you'd poured out every frustration over the last six months trying to find him, and what he'd done to incite it.

And then you'd cried. One tear, then two ㅡ hiccuping as you tried to stem the flow, weapon put away in favor of pressing your palms to your eyes.

Law had seen no other option but to bring you back to where he and the others were staying, chest aching for the rough way you'd yanked from his touch and retreated to one of the rooms ㅡ his room, ironically.

"What are you going to do?" Bepo watches him, and Law wonders what exactly they're expecting him to do as he sighs and stands, heading for his room.

"What I have to."

ㅡ

"Go away."

Law stares at your back as he steps into the room, watches you tense as he shuts the door. "We need to talk."

"I told you to go away."

"This is my room, technically." He approaches, perching himself on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to talk to me, but listen."

"Why should I?"

"Just listen to me, damn it!" He pauses and then tries again, softer. "Please."

You still won't look at him. "Fine."

Law sighs, trying to collect his thoughts before he says something that will get him into even deeper trouble with you. Had he meant what he said before he left? Yes, he had ㅡ but he hadn't meant for it to be an invitation for you to come find him.

"I'm...sorry. For leaving you the way that I did. But I stand by the fact the sea is dangerousㅡ"

"Made it just fine on my own so far."

Law bites his tongue, pushes back the snappy retort that you'd gotten lucky so far. Even though it's clear you have your own skillset, and that you can hold your own.

Maybe he'd been wrong.

"You'll get yourself killed if you're alone." He doesn't want that, it's the very reason he left you there ㅡ that you'd be safe. "Which is why," he continues before you can snap back, "...I want you to come with me."

You shift, and your eyes lock. "What?"

"Come with me," he repeats. "My crew. On the Polar Tang."

You sit upright. "You better not be saying that to get me to forgive you, Trafalgar Law. It's going to take a lot more thanㅡ"

He snatches your wrist, yanking you in for a clumsy kiss that you pull away from quickly.

"Seriously?" You eye him, then turn away with a huff. "If I join you, I have two conditions."

He raises an eyebrow. "And those are?"

"You still owe me for that shitty and now that shitty kiss. This isn't a romance novel, you jerk."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered. #this took so fucking long i'm sorry

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 38

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

only the dead have seen the end of war by @kartoffxl [MCD]

Lance must have seen something in Keith’s face, because his expression crumpled in anguish. “You… You love me back.” He put his head in his hands. “Oh my god. You loved me. You love me. This—This is so fucked up.” “Lance, I—” “Tell me I’m wrong.” There were tears in his eyes. “Tell me we didn’t just waste all those years being cowards.” Keith clenched his fists at his sides, still reeling from the whiplash of what he had just heard earlier. This can’t be happening. “Say it!” Lance pressed. “Say you don’t love me.” Please, his eyes begged. Keith and Lance finally figure out that they’re absolutely, undeniably, embarrassingly in love with each other, just not exactly in the best of circumstances.

okay so. this is. technically. one of the meaner fics im reccing. HOWEVER. it is gaspingly unbelievably beautifully and painfully written. even the summary kills me -- say you dont love me. im begging you. im begging you to lie to me right now. as we lay dying im begging you to have mercy on me and let me believe i didnt have a chance for beauty with you. im begging you to let me die with one regret instead of millions. please. please dont let me die being loved by you. LIKE WHAT

2. Toast to Freedom by @icypantherwrites

Keith is used to more than his fair share of dark looks. What he’s not used to is seeing those looks directed at Lance for no reason that he can determine and it’s making something uneasy settle in his stomach and the heavy press of the mantle of leader weigh even heavier as he should be doing something about it but he doesn’t know what. But causing a scene will upset the alliance they need and so Keith chooses to wait it out, to address it after the feast. He should never have waited.

will never ever in my life get over to 'i drank your poison because no suffering would be worse than watching it on you' not ever. it is always so so everything. and NO ONE does it like icy panther

3. Disjointed Soul by @icypantherwrites

Lance falls victim to a Soul Leecher, a dark spirit that is drawn to disjointed souls to steal them for itself. The Paladins must go into Lance's very soul to save him, uncovering truths about themselves and Lance in the process. Time is of the essence before Lance is lost forever. Good thing they have such helpful, adorable soul guides.

"Hi there baby Lance," Hunk greeted. "Ohwah," Lance burbled back. "¡Ohwah!" "Ohwah?" Pidge repeated. "I think he's saying "hola,'" Hunk grinned. "You know, "hello" in Spanish. Hola, baby Lance." "¡Ohwah! ¡Ohwah!"

this is one of THEEEE original insecure lance fics fr like it was the BLUEPRINT. 2018 there wasnt a langst loving soul who hadnt read this at least twice. its not too long for my dears w shoddy attention spans but its long enough to have quite a bit of substance!! team as family with communication and lance at the centre of it. what more do u want

4. Sleep Well, My Son by @icypantherwrites

A tiny accident becomes literal when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection from his older self. Coran has hopes the effects will be relatively short-term, but in the meantime he has a scared child that needs both reassurance and care. And while Coran might not have had the chance to be a father… he feels like one now.

look i love a good de aged lance fic and obviously when i was making these bookmarks i was scrolling my way thru the tag. and this one is especially amazing bc it is coran centred! this is a coran fic! this is a fic about quiet grief in the life you never got to live and acceptance for the life you have now and love for the people life has brought you!! it is about coran finding family through people who so desperately need it!! it is everything!!

5. Amigos by @icypantherwrites

A dangerous mission becomes even moreso when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection of his older self in the middle of it. Keith has never been good with kids and that certainly isn’t going to change now. Somehow though he’s got to convince Lance — who doesn’t speak a word of English and is staring at Keith with too wide, too scared of eyes — to come with him, get them both out of the Galran base now crawling with sentries alive, and then, assuming they get that far, figure out how to change Lance back.

shut up about the repeated author shut up about the same trope shut up about the. okay. i am a simple creature. i am annoying. i like to sit on my little armchair and open my little phone and read the same thing a million times. there is a Way to read fic and that way is to click on and scroll through a tag until you find a fic you like then scroll through that author and then go back to the tag and rinse and repeat. besides this fic is amazing okay i love klance but we rarely get platonic klance and its GOOD okay

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#im so sorry its late!!! my bad!!! it will happen again!!! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #keith & lance #black paladin keith #red paladin lance #langst #bamf lance #coran #coran coran the gorgeous man #lance & coran #team as family #insecure lance #hurt/comfort #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost #kid lance #baby lance #klangst #keith angst

[wendytestabrat]

style shippers have to ruin everything

i swear style shippers have to ruin EVERYTHING and i feel like it's their fault why kyman hasn't become canon yet LOL. i feel like the reason why they haven't made kyman canon is bc they're worried abt all the backlash they would get from style shippers and the antis, and most of the kyman-anti flat earthers are style shippers LOL. i'm so sick of style shippers poking their nose into everything kyman related and whenever something kyman does happen they have to compare it to style and how they think style is soooo much better. like kyman is obviously the ship matt and trey like writing for more and actually has a chance at being canon, but the only reason they haven't been more direct abt it is bc then it'll turn into this whole drama and ship war in the fandom between styles and kymans to the point that it would overshadow south park itself and the fact that it's a COMEDY show and not a romantic soap opera. and we've talked abt before how kyman has a chance at happening bc it would add humor to the show. so like style shippers just need to lay off and let the story and characters unfold like they're supposed to bc matt and trey have been developing the characters in a way where cartman and kyle are getting closer and kyle is closer to cartman than stan. i've said this before but i rlly don't care for shipping that much, the only reason why i talk abt kyman as much as i do is bc of how much it makes sense for the show and how it has a lot of canon evidence to it and i love analyzing complex characters and their motives. i don't ship shit just for the heck of it. i don't even consider myself a shipper i'm more of a cartoon analyst and critic. and i'm not trying to shit on you if you ship style bc ik a lot of u do and ship BOTH style and kyman. what I have an issue with are the style shippers and flat earthers in the fandom who are delusional AF and act like style has more merit than kyman which is bs and makes no sense LOL. and usually their argument for why style is better and will actually happen is "ya'll are shipping a nazi and a jew!1!1" what so your argument is that kyman can't happen bc it's offensive? um you must have south park confused with another show then LOL bc matt & trey DON'T give a fuck abt if they do shit that's offensive or shocking. so whatever ship style all u want idc but what i DO have an issue with is people ignoring the facts and natural storytelling and character development elements of south park. like ship style do whatever floats ur boat but keep that shit in your imagination please and stop going after people who are just trying to analyze how the characters are in canon and point out the facts.

GET MY COURSE "WRITE LIKE A BEAST" HERE

#kyman #south park #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

[reverieaa]

I need your guidance, i am a college student. I have been in loa tumblr since 2021, and i have been dealing with this problem since then. 

you see, i am manifesting a completely new life for myself where i am not in uni anymore. But to make a state dead is to turn your attention away from it, how can i do that when i have to deal with uni everyday? how can i do that when i think of exams, homework, attending classes blah blah blah.. 

i used to be really good at studying and get extremely good grades when i did not know about the law. why? because i desired to live a different life for myself away from this home and the only logical to do so was to push myself in school. due to that, i am now in a major i absolutely hate because it was the best thing available to start a career with a steady income. 

why am i mentioning this? because since i found out about the law my grades started getting bad. I do NOT want to push myself anymore. why would i? i absolutely CANNOT stand studying anymore, why would i push myself and put hours upon hours onto something that won’t matter anymore when i manifest my dream life…? 

that was the “logical explanation” i told myself every time i got a bad grade. but the thing is.. my dream life hasn’t “manifested” yet. 

consequently, i was extremely DESPERATE back in 2022. i tried everything under the sun to manifest my dream life whether that was in summer break before uni, i tried time crunches, working on my self concept, the vo*id.. i even deleted subjects because everything was so overwhelming so i deleted them to focus on “my manifesting journey”… 

i feel like this ask is all over the place. but everything i mentioned was to better explain my situation. you may ask “if you’re manifesting your dream life and that doesn’t include being in uni why are you worried about your grades…?”  because i am afraid. what if my grades become so bad that it do irreversible damage to my GPA while i still haven’t manifested my dream life????? I CANNOT turn my attention away from uni but at the same time absolutely hate it. I cant do it. so it makes sense why i would become so desperate and focus on time so, so much. I cant let go of time.

please, i am asking you help and guide me. 

If it's one important advice I'd have to give, is do not ever ignore the 3D. I know it must be hard for you right now, but what you do in the 3D does not matter if u satisfy yourself within.

When Neville was in the army, he said he didn't want to be there. He wanted to manifest getting out and going home to his wife and daughter. He applied to be deployed but was denied, his superior told him if there's one person he'd like to go to war with it's him. What do you think Neville did?

He did nothing. He didn't break or accept that he was never going to make it home. He continued training and slept in a room full of other military men, In a small bed.

But in his mind he was not there, in his mind he said he was at home, with his wife and daughter. He accepted with no reasoning that he was already released and at home. He said in his mind he was in ecstasy, happy and relieved even if he knew physically he was in tbe military bc he was trained there everyday.

Soon after his superior called him to his office, and asked him if he really wanted to leave. Nevielle answered yes, and his deployment was approved. He packed his things and went home.

Do not ignore the way you feel, but do not accept ur 3D circumstances as the end. Go within you mind and stay there, to yourself u are the person u desire to be, afe u not? Who's going to say what u are and aren't in ur imagination.

The only way to satisfy yourself is within, nothing is going against u and the faster u realize that, the more power to you. To me it doesn't matter what the 3D shows, if I'm feeling good within bc that is what u desire. Your oiter reality is only a reflection of your mind and it's contents. Do not sabotage yourself and ignore the 3D and what's given to you in it, that only worsens things for u.

It's not your responsibility or business for things to show up in your reality or when. U need to learn how to be observant of your 3D rather than a reactor of it, it is possible.

I wish you the best, not only with loa but school in general. Please don't just completely ignore ur 3D and view as sth going against you or as bad, it is a gift for u to enjoy your manifestations. I hope this helps and that u don't stress yourself so much. There's time for everything.

#law of assumption #affirm and persist #loa #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #3d #affirmations #loa methods #void state

[atomicwinnerdreamland]

do you have any headcanons on texahoma or NY/NJ/CA? (or opinions on them?)

also here's two headcanons of my own: Oklahoma sometimes lets Texas brush his hair since he knows how much Texas loves it. Texas likes to run his hands through it, play with it, and style it when Oklahoma lets him. His hands are pretty roughed up (scars, burns, etc) from wars/Mexico/farm work so Oklahoma's soft hair feels nice on his rough hands. New York, California, and New Jersey go skateboarding together a lot. New Jersey and California saw New York eyeing a rat stuffed animal at a store and instead of being smart and just paying for it, they stole it for him. New York yelled at them for being stupid (he treasures it and keeps it next to his bed)

Hii! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to answer this, life just hit me with everything these past few days and I just saw your ask. I hope you know that I appreciate you and your request so much & I'll answer it the best way I can :D

Texahoma

OPINION: I love this ship so much! I love how they have an enemies dynamic that has the potential to turn into a love story (some enemy dynamics can be toxic to the point a potential romance is out the window, but that's not the case here). To me, they have a married couple vibe where they bicker over the smallest stuff but wouldn't hesitate to comfort each other when needed. "Must be exhausting thinkin' about me all day, huh?" is a banger line, and it defines their romantic tension to me. They're so awesome :D

(also I reside in Texas, and I can confirm that many of my Texan fellas dislike Oklahoma bc there's nothing much to do there as opposed to Texas & Oklahomans hate Texans bc they think Texans are mean, but honestly I wouldn't call it full hate. Just a rivalry)

YOUR HEADCANON: I love your hc for them! Oklahoma definitely has soft long hair that he maintains in the best way he can (even if the hair products can be expensive) and Texas definitely knows how to treat hair :D That's such a sweet hc and definitely one of my favorites I've heard.

-Texas has taken Oklahoma to an HEB before and has raced with him to get every single item on their grocery list. Texas knew that Okie would lose bc Texas knows this HEB like the back of his hand, but to his own surprise, he let himself walk through the aisles slower than he usually does so he could see Okie be proud of himself when he gets all the items first. It worked. Okie bragged like there was no tomorrow but Texas wouldn't dare change the happiness Okie felt.

-They go to HEB every weekend. They don't even shop there sometimes, they just roam around the store and somehow entertain each other as they do so. "Remember that time you tried to microwave this cake mix?" "I did that so I could poison you, idiot." "Mhmm.."

-Oklahoma and Texas go tornado watching in Okie's state. They're not scared though since Okie's used to it and Texas practically goes hurricane watching with Loui and Florida. One time they blacked out from hitting their head in their shaky car when it caught into the tornado, and Texas was the one who managed to wake up first and get them home safe.

-Texas cooks for Oklahoma & Oklahoma chooses the outfits that Texas wears. Big dude can't dress himself in something other than a button-up, old jeans, and cowboy boots, so Okie changes it up. Okie also validates Texas when Texas wants to wear something that's considered more feminine (dresses, skirts, crop tops, etc).

-Oklahoma humbles Texas. Big dude is super prideful and can sometimes forget to be humble, so Oklahoma never hesitates to humble him. Kind of like how Washington called Texas out ("Texas, you're killing jobs!" from Table News: Ida goes North, Texas goes Backward)

-Oklahoma and Texas both have scars, and occasionally, they caress each others' scars to tell each other that they'll love their scars just as much as they love every other part of each other. <3

-Louisiana and Arkansas have been their go-to when it comes to Okie & Texas' at-home dates. Louisiana cooks the food for the dinner and Arkansas sets the mood up with decorations and music.

-Loui and Pirate Kansas have also been one of the main reasons the 2 got together in the first place. Loui and Texas are best friends & Okie and Arkansas get along somewhat, and once Loui and Arkansas found out their best friends like each other, they got to planning. Florida has also joined in, and while neither Texas or Oklahoma wanna admit it, Flo's goofy wingmaning is another reason they got together.

-They had a heavy, angsty confession over in Texarkana (a city that's in TX, OK, and AR) that led to crying and a short trip to Buc-ees to feel better :D

-[this one is kind of suggestive] Before they got together (a.k.a when they were still rivals), Oklahoma dragged Texas out of Texas' little hut in the countryside and took him to see his state, saying, "Who said there's nothing to do here?" and Texas lowkey thought, I'd do you here if only you'd let me. Texas left Oklahoma still thinking that the state is far inferior than his though. Of course, Texas couldn't get the dirty remark out of his head, and that's when he realized that shoot, he likes Oklahoma.

-They like to listen to country music and ballads together and even sing on occasion. Since Texas knows so many languages, he knows ballads from all around the world and sings them to Oklahoma to put him to sleep (preferrably Spanish & Filipino love songs). Oklahoma also puts Texas to sleep except with folk songs or old stories.

California/New York/New Jersey

OPINION: Honestly, I'm not sure if I love it or if I'm neutral about it, but I know I don't hate it. I usually ship CaliYork or California/New Jersey separately and never really thought about putting the three into a poly relationship, but I've seen your take on the three and it's actually growing on me. My fav's still CaliYork, but I like these three goofballs together too. I need to read more stories on them though 😅

YOUR HEADCANON: Oh they definitely skateboard a lot together and are competitive when doing so. I betcha their clumsy selves have gotten injured before too :3 And the stuffed animal theft is beautiful, they'd do anything to see their bf York happy. Aww :3 (you have such a creative mind omg)

I don't have many headcanons on them, but here are a few that I have:

-They all ride motorcycles together. Sometimes New Jersey's the one that drives and Cal & York ride with him, and other times they each have their own bike and race each other in whatever road they please (they all agree that I-4 is a no)

-Jersey and York cook for California to make sure he is well-fed. They've tried to teach Cal how to cook, but they've all decided that it's better that he doesn't 😅

-They're all fashionable goofballs and have been mistaken as models once when they were walking through the streets of Hollywood. New York's fashion is either business-casual or punk, New Jersey's usually in shorts and a casual tee but the accessories make it stand out, and Cal changes his style a lot but usually is in a crop top w/ shorts or a designer fit. Despite all of them having different fashion tastes, they like to match outfits.

-They maintain a garden filled with their state flowers. When they all got together, New Jersey showed the other two his personal garden filled with violets and sunflowers (in courtesy of Kansas, whom I think Jersey likes to talk to sometimes), but as their relationship progressed, it slowly turned into a garden of violets, California poppies, and red roses.

-They all like to go to beaches in California to de-stress. Sometimes they go there at 3am just to avoid crowds and hear the waves, other times they go at noon to feel the sun as they swim in the waters. They always go home with a smile on their faces.

-They've driven in each of their states to see which state is the worst to drive in. California has traffic, New York's kinda disorganized, and Jersey has roads where you're doomed if you take a wrong exit. All of these roads trips have ended in arguments, but nothing violent because they all learned to communicate w/o violence.

That's all I have for now 😅 Thank you sm again for your ask, and happy new year to you!

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt texas #wttt oklahoma #wttt california #wttt new york #wttt new jersey

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 2/27

What am I feeling today?

I’m a bit troubled over a situation but I’ve spent time in prayer over it. I hope it it can all be resolved either today or tomorrow. I also know I have a long day ahead of me but I’ve prayed and believe God will give me the strength to persevere.

Sermon: The Lord Declares War! (Part 2/3)

James 4:4-8 NIV

“You adulterous people, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. Or do you think Scripture says without reason that he jealously longs for the spirit he has caused to dwell in us? But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.”

Disciples can still be against God if they are still friends with the world -> friendship = stop resisting the devil

Think of this, you witness someone come out of the bathroom after #2 and they did not wash their hands. Think of how you’d react to seeing that, that’s how God views your sin (the scripture says to wash our hands and purify our hearts, God wants us to be pure and Holy before Him)

You need to be sold out! either you're all in for God or you're not for Him at all!

you're a sponge, you'll suck up what's around you (and since we all live in the world, that’s what we absorb). But this is why you need share! because the world does constantly!

Exodus 5: 4-5, 17-21 NIV

“But the king of Egypt said, “Moses and Aaron, why are you taking the people away from their labor? Get back to your work!” Then Pharaoh said, “Look, the people of the land are now numerous, and you are stopping them from working.””

‭‭ “Pharaoh said, “Lazy, that’s what you are—lazy! That is why you keep saying, ‘Let us go and sacrifice to the Lord.’ Now get to work. You will not be given any straw, yet you must produce your full quota of bricks.” The Israelite overseers realized they were in trouble when they were told, “You are not to reduce the number of bricks required of you for each day.” When they left Pharaoh, they found Moses and Aaron waiting to meet them, and they said, “May the Lord look on you and judge you! You have made us obnoxious to Pharaoh and his officials and have put a sword in their hand to kill us.””

Pharaoh asking why should the work stop and his response to them wanted to be let go (calling them lazy and punishing). How does this relate to us? If you work in the world, you work for Pharaoh!

Colossians 3:23 NIV -> “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,”

But we also must show how valuable we are (bc ofc we need to work in the world, what else can we do?). If we show how valuable we are, they’ll respect and allow us the space to put the kingdom above our job.

Hebrew 10:25 NIV

“not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”

Making every effort for Him. Even if He doesn’t provide, we should not turn our backs on Him or get critical/bitter in our suffering.

Deuteronomy 8:1-2 NIV

“Be careful to follow every command I am giving you today, so that you may live and increase and may enter and possess the land the Lord promised on oath to your ancestors. Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands.”

People can slowly stop obeying the word of God until it turns into no love or faith at all. God already knows what’s in our hearts but He tests us in order for us to know whether or not we would continue to keep His commands.

#bible #quiet time #bible quote #bible scripture #bible study #bible verse #christian blog #christian faith #christian living #christianity #devo #daily devotional #disciple of christ #devotional #discipleship #faith in jesus #faith in god #faith #jesus saves #jesus #saras devotionals #2/27

[eldritch-araneae]

So; I finally finished watching earthspark; and I truly want to hug Bee; like a lot; my bot does not deserve all that happened to him. I also need more information about breakdown and brawl. Also where was Optimus. Also megatron gets a hug. And Tarantulas and hashtag!

Where is grimloc?

Bee needs a medic, by the way.

There are many more questions and feelings.

But I will end this here.

You also get a hug!

Rev

I have a lot of thought about this! Earthspark Spoilers under cut!

1)Bumblebee def needs a hug and I really hope he will receive some, poor guy! That's a great set up for his character arc as well, which I thinking will happen in second season. His struggles with the alt-mode, agent Schloder being so obsessed and incredibly angry as Bee, and the whole thing with Breakdown. Can't wait to see how this gonna play out.

2) Yeah I also wonder who will treat Bumblebee's injuries? Will it be one of Autobot medic? Or one of Terrans will take this role?

3) About Optimus it's very interesting how he was absent, there are mostly theories how he's being mind controlled by GHOST and such so I wont repeat those, bc I have an additional thought that maybe Optimus is working on better solution. Perhaps with work with some government people to get legal protections for cybertronians on Earth, but he must do this in secret bc GHOST might find out ( and lets face it, Megatron is unreliable in current state).

The reason why no one think of this is bc everyone projecting IDW, and I sincerely hope the ES writers didn't go the exactly same path as comics. Decepticons being oppressed while being the military faction, and Autobots being the oppressors while they are mostly represented by civilians and workers never sits well with me. Besides there an an official continuity where the roles are reversed and it's called Shattered Glass. Ofc there is still big possibility that writer still copied the IDW formula, which would be super disappointing to me, but I'll live. As long as they butcher Bumblebee ahaha. But so far I do like it what I see in the show in current state. GHOST being corrupted organization ( and we don't know if it was always corrupted or it got corrupted over years) but it's the only somewhat support Autobots had and Optimus knows it and he also knows it will affect everyone (which why he hides a lot of Autobots and Terrans in first place). And he's know there is some shady shit on, but doesn't know what exactly (and same with half of GHOST bc Schoder isn't aware either) that's he's trying to find a better way. (Side Note: Tbh, I think about how Croft's possible end goal is got get full control over cybertronians ( and even over humans, we saw how immediately she gain full control over Mandroid and he fails to see it bc of his own hatred) to use them as war machines to her army! Even Optimus kinds implied it when he said "I'm afraid GHOST might use them (Terrans) as asset", like asset for what? There is only one answer for it and we all know military do with those assets.)

Optimus is very interesting, he's really in bad situation right now, and he tries his best to solve it, but its really difficult and he often has to morally compromise just to prevent another war from starting.

And Megatron, even tho he good intentions to break down the oppressive system on Cybertron, he failed, and the main reason why he failed bc he surrounded himself with enemies like Shockwave (which I'm surprised on one else pointed this out yet). So his faction turned into yet another tool of oppression, bringing the war to Earth and trying to conquer it. And what I find interesting is just the fact Megatron isn't there yet!

Right now to me he appears to be someone, who only started to accepts his mistakes, but he doesn't take full responsibility yet. He doesn't realize that his movement was doomed to fail bc of ppl like Shockwave and the fact his still call him a friend after how badly Shockwave treated Terrans really screams it.

And if this gonna be a story not how Megatron isn't actually a traitor of Decepticons, but he was surrounded by traitors and Megatron finally realising it - this would be very cool and thousands times better than whatever it was in IDW!

And I much prefer the situation that a lot of cons joined the cause bc they were ether lied to, or were in desperate situation and Shockwave took advantage of this. This would make perfect sense for "not all cons are evil" and "cons are evil and they choose to be".

#ara talks #earthspark spoilers #transformers earthspark spoilers

[jeniffercheck]

Okay like complex question but how do you think shiv sees herself …like in terms of intelligence/looks/personality bc I have such a hard time pinning this down

definitely is complex!!!! i think succbros like to boil shiv down to a delusional hack who thinks she's better than everyone and deserves everything served to her on a silver platter, and while i too love to think that she is god's most special princess, she is a lot more than that!! and a lot less than that as well. this got very very long, i'm sorry<3 more under the cut!!

based on canon i'm inclined to believe that she knows she is attractive and believes that (she often uses her attractiveness as a dominating presence over men and i 100% believe that the confidence is bc she does think she's attractive!!!). of course, she is human, and the show likes to use her hair and clothing to display how she feels about herself in any moment, so like any woman we definitely see that confidence waver at times, but overall i do see her knowing she is a pretty pretty girl!!! (as she should<333)

her intelligence and personality are definitely where it gets the most complex and where i think her haters start to oversimplify shiv. i feel as though they like to paint her very black and white, that she's so debilitatingly insecure that she deludes herself into thinking much more highly of herself than she should, and that in turn she's an imposter in the business world around her and THAT causes an endless cycle of insecurity; and that definitely is a huge a part of her, she is deeply insecure and it informs a lot of her actions, but it goes so much deeper than her being "jealous & insecure," and i often think to the funeral line, "he couldn't fit a whole woman in his head" and the problem is that she IS confident and she does believe in herself and her abilities, but the world she lives in and wants so much to thrive in, just doesn't, and personally that's where i read most of her insecurity coming from. i don't necessarily see it as being some deep-rooted insecurity that she inherently inflicts upon herself that she'll never be better than anyone else and so she must overcompensate and fake it til she makes it, i see it as someone who honest to god does think she's extremely capable (why can't she?) and who just desperately wants everyone around her to see her the way she views herself -- and people constantly try to tear her down. that in turn, definitely does cause that cycle of insecurity i mentioned above, but it's not so stock (stereoptypical??), it would make anyone insecure!!! (this also doesn't mean that she's not delusional; but i think you can be overconfident and ambitious without it stemming from overcompensation all the time. it shouldn't be so wrong to believe that sometimes, maybe every once in a while, shiv roy believes in herself!)

all of the kids are supposed to be insecure, like it's so easy, of course with their upbringing, they all have attachment issues and are all insecure, but there's a huge difference between roman and shiv's insecurities for instance, when you start to directly compare their "insecure" moments. roman's is always a lack of belief in himself, whether that be backing down when he's about to make a big move, looking for gerri's approval on ideas, not being able to have sex. shiv's "insecure" moments, are almost always reactionary; logan hesitating to name her at tern haven, roman and kendall shutting her out during kill list, moments like logan purposefully ignoring her contributions to softening rhea up in safe room or when he yelled at her during the shareholder meeting. her self confidence is constantly at war with the people around her, and i think it's a battle that she tries to keep winning, and that's why so many people see her as so insecure right off the bat, instead of questioning it any further, and let's be honest, it's because she's a woman and because she is confident, and they don't want her to be!

the show painting her as the only kid to succeed outside of waystar from the very start also speaks volumes to me, and we see her use her business savvy and political prowess so many times, but she just exists in a system not meant for her, no matter how rich she is, no matter if her last name is on the building, no matter which way she flops her politics, and that's where she is delusional and does think everything should work out for her at times, but even that i'd say is less delusional and maybe more entitled wishful thinking, that the systems she wants to be a part of would allow her to move as freely as it lets the men around her.

this doesn't make her any less competitive, or bitchy, or hypocritical, or cocky and conceited, and i don't know why (i do know why<333) people are so afraid to think about shiv in more humanizing ways?? like all this is a little bit of semantics, but it's so reductive to me to talk about her insecurity and be like. well her daddy never loved her and her mommy hates her and her brother is way smarter than her so she's a jealous bitch who doesn't want to work for anything ever. like???? sure, that's a part of it, she's a billionaire. she sucks. but she's sooo much more interesting than that. idk.

i hope this makes sense 😭 i do believe she's insecure, but i genuinely think she mostly struggles with the concept that she can't control how everyone else around her views her and that THAT is more of where it comes from???

(side note: this doesn't fully explain how i think logan and tom fit into this equation and how her insecurities manifest with them, but i do see those as a little bit separate from how she views herself, because i think shiv DOES like to pretend that her family and love lives don't affect her so much, and she's pretty good at that compartmentalization but we obviously see that fall apart throughout the series and i think, specifically with her eulogy, we saw her start to become more self-aware in how they have affected her, but even still i see that manifest more as a fear rather than an insecurity, but that could also be semantics rather than nuance. idk, it's interesting to think about to me)

#im so sorry it's a novel #do you think i like talking about shiv roy???? #i feel like i need to write a full paper to explain myself #but i sincerely hope this somewhat makes sense #answered

[blackkatmagic]

oh my god your new fic will kill me dead. and you even chose the arcana tarot for it!!! yeehaw im so excited!!!!! the hanged man is there bc he chose to do so. willingly knowing you must suffer / sacrifice before things can get better. that you chose this card for the very first chapter when granta meets the clones, that he’s curious and intending to seek them out more, makes me think that this sacrifice is coming up later in the story, like without fully realizing it now granta is choosing to walk down this road, and at the end of it will be the tree. what he will sacrifice / let go of then is up for grabs— could be a foreshadowing to his shift in mentality and goals, bc we know they will care for each other and granta is nothing if not loyal and will do anything for those he loves, including letting go of his father’s revenge and plans for his own life that he has so dearly clung to so far. or knowing how dangerous the war is, it could be a sacrifice in the much more literal sense. yikes but also 👀.

and then the hanged man could be fox! the imaginary of him on the precipice, deciding if he will jump or not, was peak cinematography. fox, the rope is in your hand, the tree is right in front of you. what do you choose to do? upright reading makes me think that fox’s big decision is outright stated— will he decide to kill palpatine? will he walk down this road, knowing what it will mean? (what will it mean? ordinarily killing palpatine is a fun holiday for everyone!! but bc the tag /emperor fox/ is there and his eyes are gold, and you’ve already said this is a much darker fic than usual….. god the hype is real!! im so curious to see what will happen but im also a little but anxious lol will the clones turn against him?? is that the sacrifice he will make? god i hope not but also 👀) and in this case the hanged man can also be read reversed— either fox is putting a whole lot of effort into something and nothing comes out of it bc bigger forces are flowing against him, or we have come to a forked path, and fox knows what he must do, but he is resisting doing it. i feel like both in this case are true. you must decide to move forward, and you know what you have to do, fox. will you do it?

hi yes i love you this made my day

The Hanged Man was almost the title of the whole fic, tbh, because it's very much a representation of the main themes/main characters in a lot of way. The obvious one is definitely Fox, though - he's the beloved sacrificial lamb, except it's his choice and his path and he's going to choose it no matter how much blood he has to spill to put his feet on it.

#kat answers

[thewitchqueenofharrenhal]

Hi new to ur page, what’s your thoughts on Elia and rhaegar vs lyanna and rhaegar? Was he in love with either of them? None of them? One of them? Or was he just a dumb cunt bc he’s obsessed with words in books? (Sorry if you’ve answered this already)

Welcome!

I have talked about this at length before but generally speaking GRRM makes it pretty clear how he feels about prophecies time and time throughout his text as was highlighted in these quotes by characters such as Tyrion Lannister and Marwyn.

Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime,

Prophecy is like a half trained mule it looks as though it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head.

Mind you GRRM himself has mentioned time and time again his own thoughts on prophecy and how he likes for them to be resolved which is usually in the completely opposite direction the character believes it will go.

Prophecies are, you know, a double edge sword. You have to handle them very carefully; I mean, they can add depth and interest to a book, but you don’t want to be too literal or too easy... In the Wars of the Roses, that you mentioned, there was one Lord who had been prophesied he would die beneath the walls of a certain castle and he was superstitious at that sort of walls, so he never came anyway near that castle. He stayed thousands of leagues away from that particular castle because of the prophecy. However, he was killed in the first battle of St. Paul de Vence and when they found him dead he was outside of an inn whose sign was the picture of that castle! [Laughs] So you know? That’s the way prophecies come true in unexpected ways. The more you try to avoid them, the more you are making them true, and I make a little fun with that.

Funny enough a lot of Targaryen Stans were celebrating what they falsely believe to be an agreement from George established in HOTD (despite the only thing that was established was information we’ve had since TWOIAF) and in that very show we have Viserys Targaryen having prophetic dreams about the son he will have with Aemma wearing the conqueror’s crown.

In his pursuit to fulfill prophecy he lets his beloved wife be brutally tortured and murdered only to be proven wrong. His dream of a son wearing the conqueror’s crown is the son he will with Alicent and push his house to extinction. Mind you I’m discussing the show which is different than book canon but is worth noting considering the influence George is said to have.

I bring this all up in reference to your question because Rhaegar is the quintessential prophetic magic hero. His very existence is the result of a torturous arranged marriage because the words of a witch believing in prophecy. He is born in the tragedy of his house attempting to return to their former glory by some presumed attempt at magic.

His father dances on the brink of madness, his mother is suffering. His distant relative in the north supports his belief in prophecy wholeheartedly. He finds solace in books and reads something that pushes him to believe he is a hero and who wouldn’t want to believe that? After all he is supposed to be different. So many hopes rest on him. He is supposed to not only save the world but his house.

His distant relatives are dispatched to find him a Valyrian bride to keep the “bloodlines pure” and die in the attempt and he is wed to the only eligible woman with Valyrian blood in Westeros of age with him.

In his attempts to force prophecy into being he has two children with his wife fairly quickly, his son born during the comet of prophecy. However the dragon must have three heads - what happens when Visenya is missing and your wife is incapable of a 3rd child?

Especially when that man is a “good man”?

A good man who isn’t trying to hurt anyone?

A good man burdened with saving the world?

His eyes move elsewhere and he finds young woman who exemplifies the spirit of a warrior woman. A women who also happens to be a part of a magical bloodline - who better to birth the 3rd miracle child? I’m sure it helps that he likes her well enough just as he liked Elia. Truly what else is there?

What are the trifles of petty humans when you are tasked with saving the world?

So no I don’t believe he loved either woman. I believe they were a means to end to him. I think Rhaegar was far too burdened by prophecy to care about human grievances. Do I think he meant to cause their deaths? No. Do I think he did? Yes.

If Elia was upset with him why did it matter she would remain Queen? Her children saviors of the world? Lyanna would be freed from the chains of her marriage to Robert Baratheon and only give birth to a miracle baby? Who would care about soiled honor then?

The political ramifications of his father burning people alive and torturing his mother are changes he means to deal with after he has fulfilled his magical duty.

This is why I truly believe he never thought he would lose. Why else would Elia Martell and her children be left with his insane father - the only person in charge of their safety a traumatized teen boy.

Why else would Lyanna Stark be locked up in a tower until she becomes pregnant and kept with guards who fight to death to keep from her own brother in her last moments?

Why else would the very real threat of Robert Baratheon be disregarded as joke?

How is it possible the hero of prophecy would ever lose?

It’s no coincidence that Daenerys Targaryen his sister is much like him except she surpasses him in every mark she is not attempting to fulfill any prophecy they are fulfilling themselves around her.

It’s no coincidence Jon Snow is wrapped up in imagery of his mother, not his father over and over again very similarly is Young Griff who is also wrapped up in imagery of his presumed mother. Jon Snow much like Daenerys is also existing beyond prophecies.

Ultimately I think Rhaegar is just meant to serve as a warning of the perils of attempting to force prophecy and a tragedy for characters like Daenerys, Jon and Aegon to build themselves upon.

Do I dislike him - I do purely because I hate to see women like Elia Martell and Lyanna Stark be sacrificed at the altar of “impeccable outstanding men” like Rhaegar Targaryen.

Do I think George will ever co-sign his actions, no I don’t think he will - except to highlight his tragedy and how his actions lead to the fall of so many around him and pushed many of the plots in the main series.

An exiled tortured young Daenerys who has spent her life running. A hidden in plain sight Crown Prince in Jon Snow. Young Griff fake or not coming to answer so many of Dorne’s grievances. Jaime Lannister’s many traumas, and so on and on.

With that being said I think alot of my distaste stems from how much fanon is surrounding Rhaegar which is a tale for another day lol.

Hope I answered your question well enough!

#asoiaf #anti rhaegar targaryen #anon #elia martell #lyanna stark #prophecy #valyrianscrolls #some HOTD spoiler mentions

[nythowl]

Don’t ever play with me

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x OC

TW: i don’t think of any, maybe some angst and swearing, and kind of sexual stuffs?

Words account: 2744

Note: Well this is my first fanfic with Thomas, and english isn’t my first language, feel free to correct my mistakes!

I feel into a deep obsession with Peaky Blinders lately, and I absolutely had to write something bc i’m going crazy. Also I haven’t watched anything after the 2nd season, so no spoilers

edit: i might turn this into a longer fanfic rather than an one shot, i have a lot of inspiration ;)

Enjoy !

As soon as Thomas entered the room, he saw her. She was standing right next to the bar, surrounded by a few men in black costume, and of course one of her brothers, standing in her shadow. He must have been looking a bit too hard, because she noticed that the three Shelby’s brothers were here. She excused herself, grabbed the glass of wine from the counter and made her way towards the boys. 

She was all smile and pretty eyes, her earrings catching the light and her dress making flowy movement as she rolled her hips. Tommy thought she was pretty confident walking towards a group of criminals men, knowing she just sold them a cargo full of shitty merchandise. 

“Hello sirs, it’s a pleasure to see you here.” she said when she arrived at their level. 

“Pleasure’s all ours.” replied John with a coy smile.

He grabbed her hand and kissed it, before his brothers could make any comments. If eyes could kill, he’d be dead on the spot. Tommy had his hands in his pockets, jaw locked and scowling at his brother, rightly pissed by the naive behavior of John. 

Arthur looked grumpy as always, but more about the fact that he didn’t have the easiness of his brother to be so outfront with such a beautiful creature. John backed away and pretended to watch something else, feeling the cold anger of his brother.

But despite the evident tension even her brothers could feel from across the room full of people, Gabrielle didn’t flinch and kept smiling softly.

“I assume that if all three of you are here and looking so serious, this has something to do with business?” she asked brightly. 

“Right.” replied Tommy.

“Of course it is, I admire your dedication to work!” A little laugh escaped her throat, crystal clear. 

He asked himself how such an angel could be so devilish, selling drugs and all sorts of other illegal things for the account of the family business, while maintaining a perfect and innocent facade.

“Unfortunately I fear we can not talk right now for many reasons. If you want to stay here, I should be able to get some time for you later in the evening. Otherwise we can schedule a meeting dur-

“I’m here because you tried to sell us shit thinking I wouldn’t notice. I don’t like people taking me for a moron. You could either take us to a more private place where we can discuss this calmly, or…” 

Tommy let a little silence hang in the air while giving Gabrielle a discreet look at the cross of his gun. Her whole body language changed, and her brothers around the room became alert, giving clear signs to the Shelby’s that she was well protected.

“I think there is a misunderstanding, I provided you exactly what you asked for. Now is not the place nor the moment to talk about that. I suggest you wait, as it seems to be a rather urgent matter. “

Her honey-like voice and doe eyes were gone. She was standing straighter, her chin held high and looking right at Tommy. She didn’t seem to be fazed by his gaze or his threat. 

Actually, it looked like the more Tommy was trying to intimidate her, the less she was actually impressed. She never backed once, always stood her grounds through the danger. 

Tommy evaluated the situation. He didn’t manage to scare her, and it was not worth pulling a scene right now considering the number of people. A part of him also knew his business with Gabrielle’s family was quite important, and it would benefit him to keep it as it was, rather than starting a war. Even if the girl was seriously getting on his nerves.

He put his hands in the air, surrendering.

“We’ll wait.”

The woman relaxed, and smiled again.

“Perfect then, I’m glad we could find an arrangement.”

The polite and professional mask was back on, as if she just wasn’t threatened to death, a threat which was only pushed back for later by the way.

“Everything you order is on me, as a way to apologize for making you wait.” she walked past them, putting her hand on John’s shoulder as she did so. “Please make sure to enjoy your time here.”

She gave them a last and languid look and left. John watched her walk away, dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on her hips. Tommy slapped him on the back of the head, startling him. He muttered something about his brother being an idiot, and made a beeline to the bar. 

If he was going to deal with this fucking woman, he might as well be drunk. 

Despite the party around and the cheery atmosphere, no one dared getting close to the three brothers. Arthur was getting ridiculously drunk, and John was sulking in his corner, feeling like a punished child. Thomas was as serious as always, keeping a steady eye on Gabrielle.

She was a social butterfly, keeping conversations to everyone. It was now pretty late, and the party had slowed down. Soft music was playing in the background, and people were talking around tables, still drinking and talking about serious matters such as politics and business. 

Gabrielle now had a glass of whisky, and she was talking to an old man and one of her brothers. 

Tommy was starting to get more and more angry, and even his brothers were slowly getting away from him, fearing he might explode. He wasn’t even trying to be patient or subtle anymore, and was pointedly staring at her. She didn’t seem to care or even notice. 

He turned his eyes away for a few seconds to check on his brothers, who had managed to leave him, and were talking to some girls a bit further at the bar. 

When he went back to the woman, she had disappeared. Tommy stood up abruptly, and started scanning the room. 

She was climbing some stairs, trying to get away from people for a moment. The man she was talking to seconds ago was dismissing her, and was clearly more interested in talking business with Lucas, her oldest brother. She tried to slide into the conversation a few times, but was rejected as a child who asks too many questions. 

Anyway, she was going to have to talk to Thomas Shelby, so she decided to leave for a moment before talking to him and his brothers. 

She liked to be prepared when she saw him, at least mentally. She knew she had to take a moment for herself before talking to Thomas, at least to get a hold of herself. This man took every opportunity to try to intimidate or provoke her. Gabrielle was convinced it had nothing to do with her being a woman, it was more about pride and control.

First time she saw them, it was actually Arthur who brought her down and refused to talk business with her. But Thomas didn’t seem to give a fuck, and so they signed a pact to work together. 

The problem came later when she refused to be scared of him. She made it clear that she was working with him, and not for him, and therefore she had no order or bullshit to take from him. 

And Thomas couldn't do anything against her or he would break an important business, and mostly declare war. So he just had to wait for her to make a mistake by trying to break her patience, provoke her and bring her down anytime he could. He always kept her on her nerves, always wanting to scare her.

She couldn’t allow him to have control over her. At first it was a question of business, but then it became personal. 

Those fuckers really ruined her night, especially Tommy. They had the audacity to barge at the party she hosted, where she invited them, and to accuse her of god knows what. 

They didn’t seem to care talking about private and illegal affairs in a public place. Why should they? They were known criminals.

She didn’t even know what happened with what she provided. She even went to check everything was in order herself, because she knew not to mess up with the Shelbys, especially as a woman in business. 

Fucking hell. She could feel herself getting reckless and losing her temper. She was now in the bathroom, drinking water and splashing some in her neck. She cleared her throat and spat in the sink.

“Not exactly what I expected from a lady.”

Gabrielle raised her head in surprise, catching Thomas's reflection in the mirror in front of her. She laughed slightly, but it sounded tired. She looked in his eyes through the mirror.

“Can you expect anything ladylike from a woman selling anything illegal?”

“Yes. I expect that she will respect her word and honor our contract.”

Gabrielle sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry but I truly don’t know what you’re talking about. I was here when the merchandise left and I had just checked it. If you can explain to me further what happened, I’m sure we can find a solution.”

She was still looking at him through the mirror, as he was standing in the back of the room. She was leaning forward, her hands on the bathroom counter. She saw him cross his arms, and his jaw tightening. 

“Stop trying to fuck with me, and tell me the truth.”

Gabrielle let her head fall to avoid having to watch him in the eyes. She let out a nervous laugh and before she could think of what she was saying, drunk words were spilled.

“Darling, if I wanted to fuck you, that’s not how I would do it.”

 She winced just after saying the words. This was going to be the end of her, she knew it. She could already hear him approach, but she did not dare look up.

Suddenly, his chest pushed against her back, her hips were pinned between his and the counter, where he put his hands next to hers. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she heard his slow voice against her skin.

“Oh yeah? And how would you do it?” 

She felt herself trembling slightly, and a warm ball forming in her stomach. In the mirror, she could see him resting against her, and watching intently her reflection with his head tilted, his lips inches away from her ear. 

She couldn’t form any words, let alone a coherent sentence. 

He laughed sarcastically, and she felt the rumble coming from his chest travel through her own body.

“You sure got a big mouth, but you won’t do a thing." he teased again.

Enough with the provocation, she wanted to make him shut up. She actually wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. She had run out of patience, and wanted to finally get back at him for every time he had looked down on her. 

She swiftly turned around, now facing his chest. She pushed herself to sit on the bathroom countertop, and she saw him instinctively reaching for her waist, before she put a hand on his torso. 

He stopped mid-track and noticed he wasn’t actually thinking of what he was doing. Gabrielle looked very pleased with herself, her cheeks were pink, her eyes were a bit glassy and devilish. But she hadn’t finished just yet.

The hand that was resting on his torso grabbed his tie. She slowly wrapped it around her finger while dragging Thomas closer to her. 

She opened her legs and tucked a bit harder to bring him. His hips crashed against hers, riding up her dress almost to the top of her thighs. 

She was still holding his tie, looking up at him, their foreheads nearly touching.

Now his hands were on her waist, she could feel his finger digging in her flesh, she could feel the heat of his body around her, and she could feel his lips inching closer, longing for more.

Shivers were roaming her body, she could barely hide the fact that she was shaking like a leaf. 

It had been years since a man touched her like this. Right now, she was living for his attention, for his desire she could feel burning. 

Thomas was breathing with some difficulties, not really understanding how he ended up in this situation, and why he liked it. Their hips were connected, and the sight of her bare legs drove him crazy. In the desperate need of feeling more, he grabbed her thigh and lifted it up a bit to get them even closer. Now their chests were smashed against each other, and Tommy’s hand had slipped under her thigh, grabbing the soft skin inside her leg. 

Gabrielle drew what was left of her confidence and strength to say a full sentence.

“See? That’s how I would fuck you, if I wanted.”

If she wanted. Of course, if she wanted, she could tear him apart right now, and Tommy would gladly let her. He realized she had him wrapped around her finger. In fact, she had them all. He saw how John fell to his knees every time he saw her, and how Arthur didn’t muster the courage to look her in the eyes. Hell, even Aunt Polly seemed to like her, and that was something in itself. 

Fucking hell. A few minutes ago, he was the one in control, pushing her into a corner.

Now she had him by the balls, quite literally. And she was still looking at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Stop looking at me with those fucking eyes” his voice was clearly threatening.

“What eyes?” she asked innocently, watching him through her eyelashes, raising slightly her eyebrows. 

Talking back was way more fun than answering politely. She was tiptoeing between his wrath and his lust, playing around the edges, and she loved the danger, the rush of it.

He leaned back a bit, taking all his time to watch her, letting his gaze linger on her exposed legs, his hands wrapped around it. One of her straps had fallen, and let an open view to the beginning of her breasts. He took a look at her lips, before meeting her eyes.

“Don’t ever play with me” there was no appeal, what he said was definitive. He didn’t seem to be angry, but his voice was so calm and cold, and she could actually see his rage behind his eyes. 

“Or what.”

Gabrielle feared it was the last words she would ever say. But the alcohol had finally kicked in, and she never felt more alive. She was letting go of months of tension and hatred towards the man, in a rather strange fashion that seemed to work.

Before she knew it, the hand that was on her waist was at the back of her neck, pulling her hair. She let her head fall back as he leaned towards her, supporting her head and firmly gripping her thigh.  

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and she knew that if he were to look down, he would see her panties. Fortunately for her, he was too occupied biting her neck.

Fucking hell, he was biting her neck! She let out a pained noise and panicked a bit about marks that he may leave. 

“Not so eager now, uh? Worried I might leave some bruises?”

He leaned back again so she could sit normally, but he didn’t let go of his hold on her.

“Or I could leave them somewhere only I could see.” he offered while running his rough fingers inside her thigh. 

The seriousness of the situation suddenly hit her like a brick. Was she really going to fuck with him? She didn’t realize what she was doing and what she implied. Actually, a little part of herself knew, and was begging for her to fuck him like an animal, right here, right now. But that was the little part of herself who usually wanted to down a whole bottle of whisky, or jump in the water fully clothed. So not such a good idea. 

But before she could actually decide what happened next, Thomas cut her.

“Don't get worked up over nothing, darling” he insisted on the last word on purpose. “We can be both to play this game”

And with that, he stepped back, totally detaching his body from her. 

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinder #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #arthur shelby #john shelby #aunt polly #smut #cillian #cillian murphy

[aangarchy]

I kind of wish the writers had delved a little deeper into aang's emotions/thoughts after the invasion failed.

Since getting out of the ice aang had been carrying the guilt and the shame for disappearing. Some people essentially blamed him for the war almost. And now they have this opportunity, this golden chance, this one time event that could turn things around. This one moment where aang could make good on his promises and have a weight lifted off his tiny 12yr old shoulders. But they fail. And it's not even their fault.

Everything aang had trained for, every plan they had carefully constructed, every person they collected from all over the world to help fight. All of it for nothing. It must have been absolutely devastating. And sure we do see aang cry over it, but i still feel like there should have been a conversation about how painful it truly was for him to once again have to disappoint the world. He blames himself even though this isn't his fault. He says "i'm gonna make this up to you" as if he has anything to make up for, as if this was his mistake. He had been training so hard and he felt so ready to finally end the war, in his eyes this is his failure.

And here's the kicker: i truly don't think aang was actually even ready to face the firelord. They hadn't even had a discussion on what to do with the firelord once they did come face to face with him, let alone the whole "well you're supposed to kill him" discussion. The invasion failing this way was most definitely supposed to happen, but of course aang doesn't realize that until much later.

Idk i love deep diving over this stuff bc aang is such a complex and interesting character

#avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #aang #avatar aang

[cuddleswinchester]

HawkCharles and/or CharlesMarg :3

Playing the 'do I ship it' game is easy for me bc I use it to mean 'relationship' and there are so so many kinds of those, so I ship just about everything including both of these. But I'm also terrible at answering questions so.

Hawkeye/Charles

What made you ship it? when Hawkeye pushes Charles to admit to making a mistake, both of them only grow from there. I think they respect each other which is more than can be said about Charles and... anyone else at camp. I also like to note, because I'm me, that part of 'let's introduce the new guy' involves Charles asking what Hawkeye is up to a few times (and the answer is always sex stuff and Charles never understands what or why, which I love, but anyway.) Charles needing to have about a hundred layers of irony and distance between feeling a pleasant, generous feeling toward anyone, and Hawkeye who is moving the opposite direction because he gets attached and hurt so easily because he is giving his whole self away constantly... hello... they're going to crash into each other on their respective ways aren't they... opposites do not attract but they do trip over each other in the dark. And while they're opposite in that way they actually have a lot in common, in this essay I will--

What are your favorite things about the ship? I think Charles has the (perhaps slightly buried) quality of DOTING on people he cares about, it's true I've seen it in the visions, whereas Hawkeye has had to become self-sufficient and resilient throughout the war, I really believe in my heart Charles needs to dote on him, either during the war or after they get home. That's a made up favorite thing but it's true actually. I love that they become more and more open and vulnerable to one another over time. I love that they respect each other professionally and how that turns into friendship.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't know enough about the shipping standard of them to say whether I have an unpopular opinion sorry!

Charles/Margaret see this is one I 'ship' but in a way I cannot define, and I think that's beautiful. They're gay besties, lavender married, aggrieved siblings, professional partners, roll all of that up and feed it to me please and thank you.

What made you ship it? This is going to be my answer to all three questions, and it's 'the writers trying to set them up as a couple and realizing the chemistry was there but it sure was not romantic or sexual.' I love that they gave up quickly on Forcing it, and just let them be friends, because they're a delight to watch on screen together. I looooove the transitional role he plays in Margaret's arc too, like, we meet him when we know a Margaret who is concerned with money and the finer things and in walks this smug mf. Okay. Love it, here for it. And then as he kind of.... tones down the materialism, so does she, and they're left with just Each Other.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I know Charles has sitcom disease and had to continually learn his lesson about Women's Work, but that being said I do love when Margaret has to rampage after him and he hides under his cot? Pathetic??? MORE importantly I love how often they work together in OR, how impressed she is by his abilities, I think there's a lot to sift through in there. She's the head nurse so she would want to assist on the toughest cases, sure, and I think she also (won't admit it but) wouldn't want any of her nurses to get yelled at by Charles if they made a mistake... she will yell right back, we know this. An early moment that I always like to rotate is, after they finish a case, she is complimenting his technique along the lines of 'wow that was amazing, you must have done that a bunch of times before!' and he is... for the first time, a tender little guy, who just quietly goes 'no... that was horrific, I have never done that before' and the way that clicks something for each of them, totally separately, wow.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I once again do not think so? Maybe the fact I like them together at all? I Love the early awkwardness of them not Clicking as a Couple Couple??

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