#but she doesn't see taking these choices out of people's hands as a privilege

[clonerightsagenda]

Tried and failed to make a coherent post about this but the Granny Weatherwax moment that lives with me forever that I never see quoted is the “what has he ever done to me, that I should hurt him so”

#the context is a pregnant woman gets kicked by a horse and she can only save one #and afterward the midwife is disapproving bc she thinks she should've let the husband choose #a lot of people think Granny Weatherwax is proud or gives herself airs or thinks she's better and more important than other people #and they're not necessarily Wrong #but she doesn't see taking these choices out of people's hands as a privilege #she sees it as a terrible burden #and a lot of her pov books are her just barely managing to stay standing under the weight of them #discworld #perpetual ladies night 2k22 #midwife: you should've let this man choose to save either his wife or his infant son #granny weatherwax: that would be cruel and horrible. I will do the cruel and horrible thing #I will be the wicked witch so you don't have to be #perpetual perpetual ladies night #why this

[writingshushf1]

Can I request a fluff, with maybe some slight smut, reader and Mick Schumacher, reader is recovering from a Tonsillectomy and is in quite a lot of pain and Toto gives Mick leave so he can take care of you. You and Mick are dating.

Thank you

Taking care of you

Summary: recovering from a tonsillectomy with your loving boyfriend.

Rating: +12

Warnings: recovery from a surgery (???)

Word count: 0.8k

Note: pure fluff and cuteness, how i like it

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As the anesthesia wore off, you groggily blinked your eyes open, feeling a sharp pain in your throat. You winced, your throat feeling raw and swollen. At first, you tried to speak, but it came out hoarse and barely audible. The recent tonsillectomy had left you feeling miserable and in a lot of pain. It was an easy and painless procedure, they’ve said.

Toto has given time off from work to Mick, so he could take care of you during her recovery. He had been a pillar of support, bringing you ice chips, pain medication, and comforting with gentle words. You were grateful for his presence, even though she couldn't express it verbally. Mick was determined to make your recovery as comfortable as possible. He had set up a cozy makeshift bed for you in the living room, complete with fluffy pillows and warm blankets. He had also stocked up on your favorite comfort foods, including soothing soups and ice cream to help soothe your sore throat.

Schumacher wouldn't leave your side, he seemed to be wanting to take your pain on himself, he hated it all and just wanted you to be better.

"I found that ice cream you liked that just disappeared a few months ago!" He reached over with the pot and two spoons. "I also thought we could watch a movie. What do you think?" He waited for you to make a positive sign before sitting down next to you, leaving a kiss on your head. "Well, I've heard that the new Puss in Boots looks amazing, even though it doesn't sit our usual choice, I won't deny that it would be nice to be distracted."

He put the animation on the television, making a point of helping you eat - which came with a protest from you, as what was recovering were your tonsils, not your arms. Still, he wanted to keep pampering you as much as possible.

That night, Mick called your parents to tell them how you were doing and the status of your recovery, getting a mild spanking from your mother for not letting the most beautiful man on earth just do all the little things for you. Then when you were comfortable enough to sleep, you saw that he was sorting out some work stuff and was constantly texting other people, that's when you tugged on his jumper to get the German's attention, wanting to know what was going on.

"It's just... Maybe I'll have a seat next year?"

You lovingly hugged him, proud of his accomplishment.

Despite the pain, you found solace in the blond's presence. He was always by your side, patiently tending to your needs, and providing comfort with his gentle touch and caring words. He made you laugh with his quirky jokes and brought you small surprises to lift her spirits during the long days of recovery.

As the days passed, your pain gradually eased, and started to regain your strength again. Schumacher's care and attention had made a significant difference in your recovery, and you were grateful for his unwavering support. You realized how lucky you were to have such a caring and loving partner.

One day, your voice started to return, albeit weakly. You looked deeply at Mick with a grateful smile and whispered.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Mick. You've been amazing." Mick smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth, and he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face.

"I'd do anything for you, schatz." Mick said softly. "Seeing you in pain was tough, but taking care of you was a privilege. You mean the world to me, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

You felt her heart swell with emotion, reaching out to hold the German’s hand. You realized that your bond had grown even stronger through this experience, and you were so grateful for his care.

Having Mick by your side, you continued to recover, and soon enough, was back on your feet, feeling better than ever. You knew that your tonsillectomy had been a challenging experience, but it had also brought her and Mick closer together in a profound way. As you looked back on those days of pain and recovery, you realized that it was not just the physical healing, but also the emotional support and love from Schumacher that had helped it through. You were grateful for his unwavering presence, and you knew that their bond was unbreakable. Relationships always come with those unpredictable events, however no one ever teaches you how to deal with it, on the other hand, the blond seemed so prepared to give you nothing but attention for the whole time.

With a newfound appreciation for Mick's love, you were eager to continue their journey together, knowing that they could overcome any challenge as long as they were by each other's side - like a new team for him in the upcoming year. Your love had been somewhat tested and had emerged stronger, and you two were filled with hope and excitement for their future together.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #msc47 #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher angst #f1 rpf #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[spicymotte]

Pieces [Gigashark]

"You've had partners in your life?" The slightly surprised undertone in his scratchy voice hits a sensitive spot in her ego, causing her to slide back and forth on the old tree trunk she's sitting on. Rude.

"Well… not many, but yes, I did." Agnieszka replies, but with a little disgruntlement in her voice; was it so unthinkable that she had been with someone? "When I turned 18, they let me live in Gotham - under supervision, of course."

Nanaue makes a deep noise in his chest, thoughtful. It's unusual for a meta-human to be allowed to walk around the city like that. There was definitely more to it than just government-kindness towards an outsider.

Agnieszka snorts softly and bends down to poke around in the fire with her stick. Sparks fly into the night, dancing away in the darkness until they burn out. For a brief moment, they look like stars - before they reach the end of their lives and die out. The itching of the healing wounds on her neck is frustrating and makes patient conversation difficult, but it's still better than the silence. Anything is better than silence.

"I think they wanted to see if I could live normally without using my powers," she continues, following the flight of the sparks with her eyes. "Testing me. It worked for a while."

Nanaue remains silent, continuing to sharpen the machete in his hand. His arm moves slowly, with deliberate and controlled movements. The sound of the whetstone on the metal of the weapon is not exactly pleasant, but it is unavoidable when Agnieszka wants to suppress the screeching thoughts in her head with a conversation.

"Had a job in a movie theater. Had an apartment that was paid for by the government. I knew people - normal people. I had a completely normal, boring life." Her tone turns bitter at the thought of that long-gone time. "I was constantly watched to make sure I didn't make a mistake."

"And you went along with that?" She can clearly hear the surprise and a little displeasure in his raspy, deep voice. "After they tortured you for years?"

"Well, what can I say... It's not like I had a choice." replies Agnieszka and continues to poke at the embers. The fish wrapped in banana leaves cook slowly on the outer edge of the fire, smelling delicious. She knows that the demigod doesn't need to cook his meat, he is an absolute omnivore - but the fact that he does it anyway is a kindness to her. Because she doesn't know how to cook outside, in this climate, at this latitude. Without him, once again, she would be lost. She sighs.

"I behaved well so as not to be constantly punished in the institution where I grew up. So I got the privilege of living in the outside world." He makes another harsh noise and exhales deeply, the gills on his neck moving. She watches silently, but with interest. She'd like to have gills herself, they're cool. Use them to dive into the ocean and never come back up for air. "I had a small apartment, a job and friends. Even a-" She hesitates at the thought of Laura and swallows. "A girlfriend."

Nanaue doesn't react, listens, his eyes still fixed on his weapon, which he continues to sharpen.

Agnieszka, however, stops her words and buries her face in her hands. Talking is so difficult, even after all these years the Russian accent is heavy on her tongue and she has to search for the words to make sentences out of it. It takes a moment before she knows what she wants to say.

"A normal life is so-" She looks up, her gaze darting from the fire to the edge of the dense jungle that surrounds the abandoned resort. But even the thicket doesn't tell her how to put it, so she sighs heavily. "It's so boring. Feels wrong, like a lie."

Nanaue makes an approving noise. His life has certainly been anything but normal, but he seems to know what she means.

"Five years I lived in Gotham, among the people like a damn spy. I got up early in the morning, went to work and bought groceries. I went home to Laura and we cooked some dinner from a recipe she found online, and-" Agnieszka talks herself into a silent rage and her words falter briefly. She looks at her conversation partner, who returns her gaze from his deep, patient eyes. A silent assent to what she is about to say. "It was awful. I hated everything about it."

She can feel the electricity in her tense muscles, the crackle in her hair: a warning that she needs to calm down. All this happened a long time ago. The past can no longer hurt her in the here and now, even if it is painful to think about these things.

"I tell myself that Laura secretly hated me as much as I hated this life," Agnieszka continues. "That she called me a fucking freak, loathed me - but I think I only tell myself that to make it easier. So that it's less horrible that I killed her, just like that."

Now he pauses in his movements. Nanaue rams the machete into the wood of the staircase on which he is sitting - with ridiculously little effort. The blue eyes, almost lost in the black that surrounds them, silently scrutinize Agnieszka. She feels naked, seen through by this confession. He is far too massive to be afraid of her, even if he probably should be. But he looks at her, reassessing her existence based on this new information.

"I couldn't take it anymore," she whispers to her hands, which are clenched in fists in front of her mouth. The magenta eyes stare into the embers of the fire glittering in the darkness. "How can they expect me to live a normal fucking life after all they've done to me." Her voice is quiet, as quiet as the crackling in the thicket where an animal prowls. "How can all these normal people not understand that this life on the hamster wheel is just awful. A lie at that. It's crazy to pretend that I care about shit like taxes. Or which fall jacket is trendy this year. It's pure madness, if you ask me."

She exhales.

"Then they put me in the power station and used me as a fucking battery for a whole decade. Well, I guess you can see straight away what happens if you don't play the game." Now she looks at Nanaue. "That's why I'm worried that I might hurt you. That I might kill you - after you've been nothing but kind. For whatever reason that is."

A deep, harsh laugh escapes the shark and he shakes his massive head. The amused grin reveals three rows of sharp fangs, deadlier than many a weapon. It sends a sharp shiver down her spine, hot and exciting.

"I think I'll be fine. Besides-" His voice drops an octave, with a very dangerous undertone in it; dangerous but somehow... flirtatious, too. "How do you know I won't kill you first?"

#my art #sketches #my ocs #gigashark #long post #posting lore bits on this nice evening hello #oc x canon

[cutemothman]

Thinking about Peggy Blumquist. Her being the catalyst for all the events that happened in season 2. In the last episode, when she's in cuffs in the back of Lou's car, her husband just died, her life is over and she's just trying to explain herself to Lou. Why she did what she did.

It's a lie, okay-- that you can do it all-- be a wife and a mother and this self-made career woman, like there's 37 hours in a day. And then, when you can't, they say it's you. "You're faulty," like-- like-- like you're inferior somehow.

Every man in this series monologues about their time in the war and goes on long tangents, speaking in riddles about some story that loosely relates to the situation at hand. Lou just told Peggy a story about his time in Saigon.

But when Peggy tries to talk about how fucking hard it is for her, Lou interrupts her to say "People are dead, Peggy". He interrupts her.

And he's right. It doesn't matter that she didn't mean for any of this to happen. It happened. But he was talking about Ed protecting his family, as if Ed wasn't just as complicit as Peggy. As if Peggy wasn't also protecting her family.

He says, "It’s the rock we all push. Men. And we call it our burden. But It’s really our privilege."

It's clear that all they see when they look at Peggy is a crazy woman. She obviously suffers from some form of mental illness and is very much a product of her time. With all her magazines stacked in the basement and obsession with self help seminars. She just wants to be able to choose the life that she wants, but she feels trapped.

I'm not defending her actions, but the way that she takes the blame for inciting this war that she had no part in is super interesting. The police see Peggy as the reason that all those men are dead. Why didn't she just drive to the hospital? Why didn't she go to the police? It's so simple to them. When the sheriff is asking her why she didn't drive to the hospital and she says, "You say it like these things happen in a vacuum."

She made a choice. And then another choice and then another until things had spiraled far out of her control. But she didn't make those choices in a vacuum. All of her choices were a result of the place that she was in. Staring down the rest of her life in a small town in Minnesota. Knowing that the second Ed buys the butcher shop, she'll be stuck there forever.

Rye also made a choice, when he decided to shoot all those people. Didn't he start the war, not Peggy? What about the people actually fighting the war? The Gerhardt's and Kansas City. Lou calls Rye the victim. And Rye is a victim, but not in the same way that Peggy is.

No. That’s not fair. Cause I’m a victim too. Was a victim first. Before him.

#talking about season 2 in the year of our lord 2023 #sorry but i can't stop thinking about it #fargo fx #fargo season 2 #peggy blumquist #chrissy.txt

[lemonhemlock]

So I was the anon who sent the ask about modern sensibilities and refusal to engage in the time frame and thanks so much for answering. You hit the nail on the head with this social justice warrior who refuses to engage with historicity typology, which seems to make up a majority of the fandom. This trend, and HOTD is a perfect example of this, of historical media nowadays throwing all historicity out the window to Girl Bossify and attempt to appeal to modern sensibilities is deeply annoying.

First, they take the deep religiosity including concepts of sacred oaths, duty, sacrifice, etc. of the medieval period and completely strip it away because writers are deeply cynical when it comes to religion and need to attract the Champagne Agnostics/Atheists who have a deep contempt for anything religious as being Boring and Uncool (and I say this as someone who has never been particularly religious lol, but as a student of history understands how important the concepts of religion, God, faith, oaths, duty, sacrifice, etc. were during the medieval ages). Arguably, the most important aspects of both nobles and peasants' lives during these times were their deep faith in God and devotion to their faith. Not including this religiosity in medieval dramas completely negates a lot of plot and character motivations.

Second, you have deeply ahistorical plot points that are used in a very manipulative way. I feel like now in every period drama I see you have a willful princess aka a Rhae/nyra type that gets placed in an arranged betrothal or marriage and we inevitably get a scene where she's shocked and outraged over marrying a man she doesn't know/love and being used as a BroODmArE (writers loveee this word lol) and I'm just always like ???? Are you knew? These girls have been surrounded by nothing but arranged matches from their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, etc. for their entire lives? They 100 percent expected to be marrying a man for the realm not out of love? They also saw bearing children to further their line and unite the two families as a sacred duty and a good thing? Like?? it's just so eye rollingly ahistorical I can't. I'm not saying that there have never been cases where women were violently against their arranged marriage for whatever reason. But, by and large, they did their duty and gladly, at least in public no matter their personal opinions. Yet, because of how this is framed in story the social justice media illiterate type act like these literal one percent privileged noble princesses are the most Oppressed People Ever? These literal royals have one fucking duty and that is to make a marriage that stabilizes the realm so smallfolk don't have to go fight and die in unnecessary succession wars while getting waited on hand and foot as peasants are working the field for 15 hours per day, and I'm supposed to feel bad because the Precious Princess didn't get her First Choice husband?? Are these writer's serious? It's so deeply unserious and and the history illiterate fandom eats it up.

Thanks for coming back, anon. 💖 I think there is space to critique aspects of medieval society, even if we're talking about elements chosen particularly because they are egregious to the modern eye, like arranged marriage and blind devotion to God that leads to intolerance and Church abuses etc. But most of it is done in a trite, superficial, redundant way and the critiques are in the same registry.

I agree about the topic of arranged marriage being discussed in the context of a pampered princess that is always so shocked that she has to marry for political reasons and throws a tantrum worded in a way that sounds vaguely human-rights-ish or feminist to our ears. In the case of Rhaenyra, she actually IS offered the chance to marry for love, but even that she considers a chore and squanders it. On the opposite end, I really enjoyed the movie Catherine Called Birdy because it took this trope and did something different with it, both highlighting the inherent unfairness of this practice and being refreshingly honest and human.

Ultimately, I feel like the framing is stale in many medieval or fantasy productions, with talking points that we've already seen a hundred times before. Film-makers feel the need to over-correct for the sins of the past when female characters were often sidelined, but they understand strength and character development in having them trample over everyone else instead. Rhaenyra repeatedly breaks the law, makes destabilizing political decisions and shows little interest for learning how to actually do her job, i.e. governing, but we're supposed to cheer for her because she is living her best life and is a bad bitch, so anyone who opposes her must be a shill for the patriarchy. Similarly, the framing of religious people is nuts and I say this as a staunch atheist.

#ask #anon #anti hotd fandom #hotd critical [storytelling]

[i-like-giving-orders]

[ID: 2 dialogue bubbles. The first one on the left says "If you didn't have your body..." The second one picks it up where the last one left off. It says "...you would definitely be like me." /End ID.]

i know that daniel will probably be haunted by these words and wonder whether there's some truth to them but imo while jiho is right that daniel only got better as a consequence of having 2 bodies, jiho and daniel are very different people

jiho is right that they suffered similarly by being bullied for their looks and he is also right that daniel was able to escape that when he switched, but the things that sets them apart are 2 things imo: kindness and a fighting spirit.

you see, when given the opportunity, daniel chooses kindness. jiho has to be grudgingly coaxed into it. when daniel got his second body, he decided to use his privilege to stop jiho and duke from being bullied. he gave duke a nudge and duke ran with it. he tried to do the same with jiho and jiho got entitled. truthfully, if jiho had gotten a second body, i cannot imagine he would have done similarly. he simply would not have become the handsome and strong saviour of the weak. if anything, he probably would have cozied up to vin jin and become a bully himself.

i dont think daniel would have improved without the confidence his second body gave him and the opportunities it opened to him, but the thing with people is that most don't improve without some kind of support. while his mom tried his best, we see him hiding stuff from her since the beginning as to not worry her, so there's only so much she can do. once he got support tho, just a little, he thrived. jiho, well, is not the same way. he got it, but he focused on the wrong things, and, as the last chapter of his arc pointed out, his schizophrenia didn't help his situation and overall personality.

now, im not sure fighting spirit is the correct term, but english is not my first language so i hope i will be able to make clear what i mean.

so at the beginning of the story neither daniel nor jiho fight. they don't have the confidence, the strength, the technique, etc. they both learn to fight in different parts of their lives: daniel with his friends in an attempt to become better and jiho in prison in an attempt to survive. since they are in such different places for this, we cannot compare them. however, we can compare their spirit.

at every opportunity, daniel is trying to do good. when daniel has to make a tough choice, he doesn't shy away from it. he's making mistakes, and he doesn't let people stop him, but because he cannot conceive giving up now that he knows what he is capable of. on the other hand, jiho fought, sure, and we see he is taking decisive action, but all with the intention of getting a second body so he can escape. daniel even offers him a second chance, despite everything he did, which includes but it is not limited to trying to kill him, and he turns him away to try to kill him again. why? perhaps because it's difficult. it's easier to think you can't change. that way, you can't disappoint yourself. despite what he said, we know it's not because he actually thinks people dont change. his mind didn't conjure an image of his past self trailing after him like a spectre, like a whole ass different person, for nothing. in the end, when refused the chance to escape and fearing betrayal from jake, he committed suicide. jiho didn't sit on the edge the building by mistake. although he didn't know it yet, the moment he had stepped foot on the roof, he had given up.

tldr: despite their similarities, when given a little help, daniel chooses to be better, helps others, and offers second chances. jiho, on the other hand, doesn't.

#wow this got long #daniel park #park hyung seok #park hyungseok #jiho park #lookism webtoon #line webtoon #lookism meta #lookism #my property #queueing this and not looking back lol #park ji ho #park jiho

[amanesknife]

The Perks of Being a Deus Ex Machina

So I recently binged The Perks of Being An S-class Heroine/ A Transmigrator's Privilege and I need to talk about it or I'll implode.

I apologize in advance because this is gonna be a long post as I can't stop hyperfocusing on it and I need to scream into the void ([tumblr]).

This series honestly has one of my favorite uses of an overpowered MC in a while. I've also seen a lot of people complain about Ailette being too powerful and how much it hurts the story. I've only read until ch170 in the webnovel so I could be wrong but I don't think that's really the story they're trying to tell.

Ai is our main character but she's not the correct main character. She's so strong and gets so much help from the system that nothing poses a real threat to her. I can see how that could be boring for some people. But she was never supposed to be in this story. It's heavily implied that if Tesilid dies in her timeline, the whole world resets again without her ¹ (under spoilers) and it'll be like her version of Ai never existed (Manhwa ch31). It's not just about how well she can survive, it's also about how well she can protect Tesilid. Suddenly this story becomes an escort mission. She's Resident Evil 4 Leon and it's game over when Ashley dies. Or more aptly, she's Gandalf, trying to protect the self-sacrificing Frodo as he journeys to Mordor. It doesn't matter how powerful she is, if Tesilid dies anyways. She can't just leave him alone to kill the big bad on her own, either - Tez dies from like 500 different causes in the original story.

!! Webnovel spoilers under the cut !!

In my opinion, the story doesn't really start until Tesilid's regressions start (which probably won't be until s3 in the manhwa). For some people this is understandably too long. But it's really only a power fantasy during the tutorial period; when she finally gets to meet with (1)17th Tesilid, she turns into a walking Deus Ex Machina. It makes for an interesting dynamic imo, since Tez's powers are so restrictive and he has little choice but to be a self-sacrificing pushover. He even goes so far as to tank for her when he thinks she's about to take a killing blow. On the other hand, she’s all-powerful with a questionable sense of morality. It's like if Ai was Saitama (another Deus Ex!) but he dies if Mumen Rider dies. You know it'll all work out when they arrive, but it's incredibly tense if they're separated. It's cool to read a story from the protector's point of view for once- to see things from their perspective as they try to keep alive the main characters always running around trying to get themselves killed. Especially since we basically already know that there's virtually no way for Tesilid to succeed alone. Ailette has virtually all the power to help Tez and she thinks she knows how, but the farther we get into the story the more we learn that she probably doesn't understand as much as she thinks. Does she know how to end the loops? Or that Tesilid can loop again to a previous iteration? It's a mystery wrapped in power-fantasy skin.

¹ When Reed repeatedly kills Tez before the end of the tutorial, the whole world resets. This suggests that time in this universe revolves around Tesilid and it doesn’t flow for others if he’s dead.

#the perks of being an s class heroine #Ailette Rodenfield #a transmigrator's privilege #perks of being an s class heroine spoilers #this breakdown is so half-baked but I've been binging the series for the past 3 days #and now I've run out of content #h elp #me screaming into the abyss #if anyone reads this feel free to correct anything #I've fried off all my braincells

[bookofmirth]

i know fandom drama is always talked about to death and i'm probably not adding anything new to the discussion, but i feel like the way this fandom treats lucien and mor in comparison to elain and nesta and azriel is very representative of white feminism. i'm growing very tired of fandom discussions that center around uplifting elain and nesta because of girlboss feminism and azriel - their favorite bland man to project a personality onto - while ignoring the struggles of non-white, non-straight characters who are also victims of abuse.

sooo many people in this fandom fall back on choice feminism when discussing nesta and elain - like if you don't support their "choices" (despite being fictional characters with no agency of their own), you don't support women's choices, and thus you are a bad feminist. not only is this a logical fallacy, but it also doesn't allow female characters to be multi-dimensional, to make bad choices, to not just be morally "good" all the time. idk if this happens with feyre too or not, but most discourse i see is around nesta and elain.

whenever certain people in this fandom see sympathetic discussions of lucien and hopes for him to have a happy ending (sometimes with elain, sometimes not), they complain that you care more about a man than a woman that he "inflicted trauma on." they only see the social divide in terms of gender, never examining how race also plays a role in the struggles lucien has faced - never even considering that a male poc could also experience abuse at the hands of tamlin and his family. and so many people hate mor for not being a "girl's girl" towards nesta, because they believe feminism is only about women uplifting women, never considering the way that mor's past struggles with abuse because of her gender and sexual orientation have shaped her to be wary of people that are (in her eyes) unnecessarily cruel.

i do recognize that the feminism in sjm's books is fairly basic, so maybe that's to blame, but it's unfortunate the fandom can't take a more intersectional approach

Anon, I totally agree. Have you read @gimme-mor's posts about this? She did a great job of outlining some of the issues with the ways people talk about female characters in the fandom, and the surface-level feminism that is used in this post and in this one.

It makes sense that the fandom would engage with discussions of privilege and gender (and race and class etc.) on a rather surface level, since, as you pointed out, the flavor of feminism that is featured in the series is very focused on gender and rarely takes other identities, marginalized or otherwise, into account. It's #girlpower with no thought about individual differences that those women might be experiencing that actually have a huge impact on what "choices" each of them can make.

With Lucien, there is also the issue of his disability, but it's quite easy to dismiss him as a villain when all people are looking at is his maleness. It's not as simple as "woman = good" and "man = bad", but that's how people act.

The fact is, none of these characters have a choice because they aren't real people, as you also pointed out. There is no such thing as supporting a fictional person's rights because those rights literally don't exist. They do not have agency or autonomy or.... literal fucking existence in the real world, and so it's absolute malarkey to act like we need to be respectful of a fictional character, and to bully and shit on a real person in doing so.

I remember when I said that Elain is privileged it pissed some people off, but I think that also comes down to a misunderstanding of what privilege actually is, hand-in-hand with this Feminism Lite. There are a lot of great potential conversations to be had about these characters and the world they live in and how they interact with one another, the ways in which they are limited or have access to power, but it's kinda hard when people are more concerned about being right in the ship war.

#acotar fandom #ask #anon

[from-memphis-with-love]

Synopsis: It's 1966. Elvis and Frannie are laying in bed and he pours his heart out to her about his mismanaged movie career. She comforts and encourages him. This will be incorporated into a later chapter of my fic, Gambling on Your Love. Enjoy!

“Wait, you’re serious? Parker takes fifty percent of everything you earn?”

Elvis is silent, but his nod speaks louder than words. 

“Elvis, that’s robbery. Nobody’s manager takes fifty percent. He’s robbing you blind!” Frannie sits up in bed, covering herself with the blanket. “And he’s got you tied to a picture contract four years in advance? And you can’t give final say for scripts or storyline or anything else? If my manager did that to me, I’d kick him right in the ass and send him packing!” She is practically beside herself now, her arms crossed in indignation at the thought of him being exploited. 

Elvis slinks lower into the blankets. “Yes,” he responds faintly as a whisper. “That’s how it is.” He takes a deep breath, “Y’know, there are some things I really wanna do. I want to be in a serious film. I want to make a classic film that people will remember. Sometimes I get violently ill thinking about the things they got me doin’. People don’t think I care, but I do. I care. I care,” he winces.

“So do it.”

The advice couldn’t have been simpler. Just do it.

Deep down, Elvis knows he’s a cash cow for so many that he can hardly think about himself, even to his detriment. As a good Southern boy, he never ever allowed himself to, not even back in 1954 when his star was starting to rise. Elvis has always put the others around him first. 

I’ve got responsibilities, he tells himself. I’ve got people—hell, family—on payroll. Is it any wonder then, that he swallows his pride and lowers himself time and time again for the bottom-of-the-barrel projects Parker scrounges up? The kinds of things that not even a lesser star, let alone Elvis Presley should be doing?

He wishes with every fiber of his being that he could just fire the leech. But Parker, for all his carny faults, was there when Elvis was just a pup. He'd guided him, molded him, made him into the man he is today, including all of his riches and privileges. A man made of far sterner stuff, Parker took care of Elvis when his own blasted father couldn't. Elvis feels loyal to Parker and has given him his word, even though he sees more than anyone else that Parker's choices are tanking his career. This puts Elvis in an untenable position, for being at heart just a poor kid from Mississippi, loyalty is everything. And God, he's afraid. He's terrified that if he doesn't keep working somehow, all of it will disappear. He'll have to go back to driving a truck and everyone in his orbit will be destitute. The stress is unbearable.

"I have obligations and upkeep and maintenance, and everyone turns to me with their goddamn mouths open and hands out and eyes expectant," he growls.

Everybody except Frannie.

Elvis looks at her and his expression immediately softens for a moment. She has her own money and career and she's never asked a single thing of him except his love. And for that, he is eternally grateful.

In her bitingly direct New York way, Francesca Ferrara was the first person ever to give him the permission to be selfish. Now, her stark advice cuts through his fog like a knife and he sits up next to her, practically rumbling as his anger returns. 

“I’ve had enough of these bullshit movies. If it’s got me singing in it, I don’t wanna do it anymore. I’m not who Hollywood thinks I am!” Elvis’ voice grows bolder. And Frannie knows it’s true. Her Elvis is an introspective person… soul-searching, even. A man who is surprisingly deep, thoughtful, and intelligent beyond his high school education. Frannie knows him to be gentle and kind and curious about the world. She smiles at the thought of the man she loves one day showing the world who he really is, testing his mettle with a meaty script or even playing to crowds abroad.  

Elvis’ hands ball into fists of rage. “A-a-and I wanna go back to touring, especially outside the country. I miss going out and seeing the people. I miss making music I care about. I miss being on stage and connecting and moving and doing what I want to do. I’m sick of singing to turtles. Man, that shit is beneath me!”

Frannie can see the excitement building in his eyes, the hope flashing through them. It exhilarates her to see him this way, seeing him take front seat in his career for the first time in years, knowing that she's not the only one who believes in him—that he's finally starting to believe in himself, too.

“It is,” she adds, her voice a calming presence as she gently touches his arm. The thought of the world wearing him down makes her heart ache. She wants to care for him so badly. To just miniaturize him and carry him around with her all day to shield him from all harm and hurt.

“Elvis, you have the talent to do whatever you set your mind to,” she cards her fingers through his tousled hair, “So why don’t you go out and do it?”

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[daegudrama]

Title: You Belong With Me

Pairing: Tyunning

Summary: Sweet high school Kai and Taehyun navigating a change in their relationship.

Word Count: 4,413 words

Taehyun

It's a typical Tuesday night and I'm listening to the kind of music most of my peers wouldn't like. Lately I've been really into music from other countries. I don't know why people think it's weird. Music transcends language in my opinion. 

I look towards my window wondering if I'll catch a glimpse of the boy next door. Huening Kai and I have been friends since I moved here in second grade. We know each other better than anyone else and we are always there for each other. Well...we used to be. 

Ever since he started dating Cynthia he's acted different. She doesn't want to hang out with me because I'm in pep band and she thinks I'm gay. She hasn't said that to Kai but I've heard her say it to her friends. Cynthia doesn't understand Kai like I do and that has led to numerous fights between them. Someone needs to put that girl in her place.

Kai comes into view of his window and I can see him waving his hand around while holding the other to his ear. Fighting with Cynthia again it looks like. I wonder what it's about this time. I'm always the one to comfort him when she takes a joke too seriously or is overly jealous. She fits every stereotype of a rich privileged cheerleader and I can't understand why Kai even likes her. 

His dark brown hair is falling in waves across his forehead and he desperately needs a haircut. He's about a week away from not being able to see anything. Maybe that's what he wants I wouldn't want to see his girlfriend's face every day either. He's wearing a big tshirt and basketball shorts I got him last Christmas. 

The sound of something falling in my room breaks my attention. My Junior Jewels shirt from band camp had fallen off my wall for what must be the twelfth time since I put it up. I set it aside not wanting to deal with it right now. 

Kai spent the summer at home while I was away at camp learning how to repel any romantic attention that might come towards me. Band camp really is the best birth control money can buy.

My room is filled with pictures of my friends and music that has had deep impact on my life. Each square inch covered with another piece of who I am. A picture from freshman year catches my eye and I can't help but smile. Kai and I after his first junior varsity football game. He was so sweaty and muddy but that didn't stop me from hugging my best friend. 

Across the room my phone dings from where I left it on my bed. There is only a few people who regularly text me and a quick glance to Kai's window tells me it's probably him.

Hyuka: do you want to watch a movie in the clubhouse? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

His emoji choice has me questioning things I shouldn't be thinking about. I can't let my mind go there and cause more of my poor heart strings to break. 

It's been awhile since we hung out in the clubhouse because like I said his girlfriend is a jerk. When Kai was eight his dad built him a shed in the backyard where he could play with his friends. As we got older we've redecorated and turned it into a hangout place.

Me: i can be there with popcorn in ten. See you soon 

After putting on a sweatshirt and socks I go downstairs to make popcorn. Mom is standing next to the sink but doesn't ask what I'm doing. When the popcorn is done I tell her where I'm going.

"Be back before ten." She says and I nod on my way out the door.

I unlock the gate of the Huening backyard and walk towards the clubhouse. Kai is sitting on the couch with the projector already warmed up and ready to go when I walk in.

"Hey," I say taking off my shoes in the doorway before walking to the couch. "Are you okay? I saw you through the window and you looked heated."

"Cynthia is being overdramatic again." He says as I sit beside him handing the popcorn over. "I was texting one of her cheerleader friends about an idea for a pep rally and she thinks I shouldn't do that. She said that's how it starts."

"How what starts?" I ask genuinely confused as to what she might mean. 

"I'm not even sure. Maybe she thinks I'm going to cheat on her? I really have no idea. I like her but sometimes she's too much." He sighs leaning back in his seat eating a piece of popcorn. "I wish I could just date someone that gets me like you do."

Date me. My brain screams and my eyes widen trying to figure out if I said that out loud. Kai's facial expression remains the same meaning I didn't say it.

"I think the same thing sometimes." I say without thinking and quickly change the subject. "Let's watch the movie."

He's chosen Camp Rock like he always does when something is upsetting him. This is his comfort movie and at this point I can quote it without the sound on.

When the popcorn is finished Kai leans against my shoulder sending my heart into a frenzy. I need to get my emotions in check before I ruin the best friendship I've ever had.  Lately it's been more uncontrollable. Seeing him running around in his football gear all the time only makes it worse. 

"You should find a girlfriend so we can hang out as a group." Kai says leaning against the other side of the couch. 

I don't know how to respond to that. I haven't told him I'm gay and I'm scared that he might not want to hang out with me afterwards. Kai is not homophobic but I think he'd be a little uneasy because we're so close. 

"I need to tell you something." I say before I can chicken out. This is important and I'm ready for my best friend to know even if I'm scared.

His eyes widen under his shaggy hair cut and his eyebrows come together like he's thinking hard about what I might tell him. Whatever he's thinking can't be close to this.

"Okay, you can tell me anything, Tae." He reaches out to touch my shoulder as he speaks.

"I'm gay." I close my eyes taking a deep breath. 

It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders but my heart also feels constricted not knowing how he'll react.

"Taehyun..." he trails off and my eyes open in worry. "I'm so proud of you for telling me. I'm sorry I just said something about you getting a girlfriend, I didn't know. I love you."

He pulls me into a hug and his words are ringing through my ears. I hug him back burying my head into his shoulder. 

"I love you too." I reply when he's let go.

"Do you like anyone?" He asks a little while later after I've told him he's the first person I've told.

Yes, only the most beautiful man in the world. I can't say that out loud. He's in a relationship and as far as I know he's not even a little gay. I try not to fantasize too much because all it does is hurt me. There is a very slim chance that I'll ever get what I want and that's something I need to live with.

"At our school? No one has really caught my eye." I lie and wonder if my eyes are shinning as much as I feel like they are. 

Every day it gets harder to not lean forward and just kiss him. I just want to know how it feels. Though, if I get a taste I'm sure I'd just want more for the rest of time. Life would be easier if everyone was gayer. 

"Sureee," Kai teases wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "What about that Beomgyu guy in your music class?"

Beomgyu is an attractive man but he can't captivate me in the same way Kai does. The way Kai pointlessly lies and is rarely seen without a plushie within a ten foot radius. It's how he can be a football star one moment and a soft boy that will cuddle his stuffed rabbit watching Camp Rock the next. He's been my best friend for so long. I can't imagine having to tell anyone all my childhood memories. Kai experienced them with me and knows me better than anyone. 

"He's cute but not really my type." I say hoping for a reason to escape before he asks me my type. Lying to Kai isn't my strong suit. He sees right through me and usually doesn't let it go. 

My phone rings and I see a photo of my mother and I breathe a sigh of relief. I quickly answer and my mother asks if I've finished all my homework because she found an English worksheet. I decide to use that as my escape even though that assignment isn't due for another few days.

"My mom wants me to do homework." I say getting up from my seat. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I run out before he can say another word and I feel so awkward. How did I tell him that? I wasn't prepared at all but I'm tired of people assuming I want a girlfriend. Heteronormativity is so strange to my flaming homosexual ass. 

My mom watches me finish my worksheet before letting me go to bed. I stay up longer than I should writing a song about what I'm feeling. No one will ever hear it but getting the words out makes me feel better. 

Around 11 Kai holds up a sign to the window like we used to do when we were little. Before we got cellphones on our thirteenth birthdays this is how we communicated. I find a notebook so I can respond to his 'Are you okay?'

He's not wearing a shirt and though it's nothing I haven't already seen there are butterflies in my stomach. I grab a sharpie and write 'Yes. Just going to go to sleep.'

I hold it up for a moment before stepping back to close my white curtain. A memory floods my mind and I can't shake it so it becomes part of the song.

Two years ago Kai and I were having a sleepover in the clubhouse and things took a turn. This was obviously before I came out and at that point I wasn't entirely sure of my sexuality. I knew I like boys and I thought I like girls but after deep consideration and trying to be with girls I realized that's not for me. 

It was well past two a.m. when Kai scooted closer to me on the bed that is lofted above the main hangout area. Without a word he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine. For several minutes we kissed holding each other closely and then he turned around. He fell asleep and neither of us mentioned it. I can't help but think about that when my feelings for him grow each day. 

He's been my best friend for so long it's like we belong together. Kai has a smile that could light up this whole town but I haven't seen as much since he's been with her. She fights him on everything from what he wears to who he spends time with. 

Tomorrow is Friday meaning one more week until homecoming. Of course, I'll have to play at the game but without a date I'm not going to show up. Kai talks about wanting me at more school events with him but I just don't feel right about it. Especially not with Cynthia giving me weird looks every ten seconds. It's like she wants me to be jealous and I am but that's a weird thing to do to someone's best friend. Especially when they have no solid evidence that I'm actually not straight. 

I decide sleeping is my best option. Maybe if I'm well rested I'll be able to deal with school. 

The next week is a mess of perfecting songs for pep rallies and barely talking to Kai because he's so busy with football and trying to deal with his relationship.

On Thursday night he taps a note to his window. 'Movie sleepover @ 8?' I think about ghosting him but we live right next door to each other. If I don't answer he'll come over here.

It's odd that he wants a sleepover since we haven't had one in months. The fact that it's the day before game day makes it even weirder. Maybe he just had a really bad day. Beomgyu told me he heard from his friend on the football team that Cynthia wouldn't answer his calls last nights. Her snapchat location said she was at the co-captains house. I'm not going to mention it unless he says something. 

'I'll bring the ice cream' I write taping it to my window because I can't see if he's in his room right now. He's probably eating dinner. 

I sit down at my desk to do some homework. I push a few papers aside that I'd rip from my notebook and see 'I love you as more' written in large letters. Before summer I wanted to tell him but ended up chickening out because he left the window before I could show him. I fold the paper and hide it in my desk drawer. 

After finishing my homework and eating dinner I contemplate what ice cream to bring. My usually stash hidden in the outside freezer is running low. Maybe I'll go to the store and get some of our favorites. 

I tell my mom I'm going to spend the night in the clubhouse and she offers to buy snacks and ice cream for us. I gladly accept promising to do the dishes tomorrow in return. 

Kai's is the only place she would let me stay over on a school night. It's right next door so I can just come home in the morning to get ready. If she needs me I'm just across the yard really it's a win that we became best friends. 

It's nearly 8 when my mom returns. I'm wearing the matching pajama set she got me and Kai for Christmas last year. She looks happy that I'm wearing it and hands me the bags.

"Don't be late to school!" She yells as I walk out of the door. 

I roll my eyes knowing I won't be late tomorrow. Knowing Kai we will be asleep before twelve especially since he has a game. He takes his sports very seriously. 

"I brought snacks!" I say as I walk into the clubhouse without knocking.

Kai is lying across the couch staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. He's wearing the same pajamas as me but his are a little too small. Kai has bulked up a lot this year from practicing so much. 

He sits up reaching for the bags before he says anything to me. The ice cream is in his hands when he finally greets me and I can tell he hasn't had a good day.

"I'm sorry we haven't been hanging out. Life's been stressful lately." Kai says stabbing his spoon into the ice cream with a sincere look.

"I understand. Girls and sports..." I trail off trying not to sound sarcastic but knowing I've failed.

"Cynthia has been really bugging me lately. It's like she doesn't trust me at all." 

I contemplated whether I want to give him good advice or just tell him it'll be okay. I decide to be a good friend as I shove my hand into the Dorito bag sitting between us.

"If my partner didn't trust me to do simple things I would take that as a red flag." I shuffle in my seat thinking of what to say next. I rest my chin on my hand. "This is high school and this relationship isn't made to last and we both know it. I've been reluctant to tell you this because it seemed like she made you happy but..."

"What is it Tae? You can tell me anything." Kai says when he sees my hesitation.

"Your girlfriend," the word tastes like sour milk in my mouth. "has repeatedly told me to stay away from you because she thinks I'm gay. I've also heard she doesn't want me around because she thinks I'll ruin your popularity."

"Are you serious?" He asks putting the ice cream aside and staring into my eyes. 

"I wouldn't lie about this." I say softly my tummy turning with anxiety.

"Taehyun, I'm so sorry she treated you that way. I would've had a conversation with her a long time ago if I knew. Is that why you declined hanging out with us?"

I nod my head and he sets the bags on the floor so he can reach over and hug me. He smells like the floral shampoo his older sister uses and his arms are right around me.

A moment later he sits back putting the ice cream in the mini fridge/freezer combo by the couch. Something catches his eye and suddenly there is two bottles of soju in his hand. He raises an eyebrow daring me.

"Kai, you have a game tomorrow." I say and he juts his lower lip out creating the cutest pout.

"A little soju never hurt. We'll watch Tangled and use our drinking game. Or we could just sit here. I feel like I need to catch up with you."

We decide to talk and drink rather than watch a movie. The snacks sit between us as I update him on what I've been doing this week. I've the next few hours we each finish a bottle than another half before we call it quits.

"Do you remember that time we kissed?" Kai asks when we've made it to the bed lofted above the main area. 

It's dark and I can't see his expression. Even my intoxicated brain starts screaming because we don't talk about that. This is really the first time he's ever mentioned it.

"Of course I do. I was under the impression you didn't want to remember it." I say wondering where this is going. 

I should turn around and go to sleep before we do something stupid. We are both intoxicated and I don't want to do anything he might regret tomorrow. I'm too intrigued to turn around. I need to know where this is going even it breaks my heart.

"Honestly it was one of the best kisses I've ever had. I tried kissing more boys after you but it was never quite the same."

My heart flutters and my brain is screaming not knowing what to do with this information. He's kissed more boys than just me? Kai thinks he likes boys. This is news to me and I can't understand why he's saying this now. We've drank together before and nothing like this conversation has ever left our lips.

"Why are bringing this up now?" I decide to ask after a few moments of silence.

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut and my chest is starting to hurt. I've imagined this moment so many ways and hoped that some day he'd confess feelings for me. I never thought I actually hear him say I'm the best kiss he's ever had.

"I've been thinking about you in a different light lately. Hearing what Cynthia said about you made me realize I shouldn't hide anymore."

Hide what? Does he have feelings for me? Does he want to kiss me again? I'm about to ask him when I hear a faint snore. He's fallen asleep and I wonder if he'll remember this tomorrow. It seems unlikely and I make a mental note to get up before he wakes up. 

In the morning my head is aching and my stomach feels like I might throw up at any moment. Kai is still asleep next to me with his cheek pressed against the pillow. His mouth is open and a little trail of drool is pooling on his pillow. 

Quietly I make my way out of the clubhouse and back home. Kai's words from last night are running through my mind and I wonder if he was being honest. I drink three bottles of water before taking a shower to wash off that drunk smell. The last thing I need is to get suspended or called to the office today.

It's homecoming night and I'm not planning on going to the dance because the one person I want to go with is still with someone else. I almost hope he doesn't remember his words so we don't have to have an awkward conversation.

"Did you have fun with Kai last night?" My older brother teases as I walk through the hallway.

I roll my eyes ignoring his attempt to get a rise from me. Instead I make toast knowing I don't have enough time for anything else. My phone dings as I'm leaving my house.

It's a message from Kai.

Hyuka: Why'd you leave before I woke up? 🥺Did I say something last night? It's kind of a blur 😣

He doesn't remember. A part of my heart sinks knowing that if I want a confession I'll have to tell him what he said. Time to swear off alcohol so something like this doesn't happen again. 

Me: its nothing...I'll see you later maybe 

I can't force myself to sound normal and I hate it. How am I supposed to react to this? My best friend said he really liked kissing me. I've had a crush on him for ages and think we would be perfect together. Of course I'm a little freaked out.

For most of the day I successfully avoid him until he corners me in the empty band room after pregame rehearsal. Everyone has left to get dinner leaving us alone.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Kai asks his eyes wide tinted with sadness. "I've had a horrible day and I wanted to talk to my best friend earlier but you just ran away."

He stands in front of me arms crossed over his chest. What else happened today? All I've been thinking of is his lips and how I wish I could kiss them whenever I wanted.

"We always promise not to lie or withhold information from each other..." I trail off debating whether I should continue. "but last night you dropped a pretty big bomb on me."

"What did I tell you?" His eyes are wide and he won't meet my eye contact. Kai's cheeks are flushed and I can tell he's hoping I don't say what he told me last night. 

"You told me our kiss was one of the best you've ever had and that you've tried kissing more boys but it wasn't the same. You also said you've been seeing me in a different light but you fell asleep before I could ask about that." 

I try to remain calm but his face is getting redder by the second. He hides his face in his hands and runs way before I can say another word. I let him go knowing that when he's ready he'll let me know. If he doesn't I'll come to him. I don't like being in this limbo. 

After dinner I'm back at school waiting for the game to start. I'm in the bleachers warming up my instrument. Kai hasn't come on the field yet but there is still a few minutes until the tip-off. 

At the last moment he appears looking confused. He quickly seems to get his head in the game, but during the second half he isn't his usual self. We still win the game but Kai has to be taken out because he can't focus. 

Once the game ends I rush home so no one can drag me to the dance. The last thing I need is to be around a bunch of hormonal teens twerking and trying to end the night fucking in the back of a limo. 

I'm trying to focus on my homework but I can't. All I want is to have answers. So I do the most cliched and ridiculous thing I can think of. I grab my love declaration from my desk. I get dressed in my nicest clothes and shove the note inside the pocket. 

I run to homecoming only stopping when I get inside and see Kai standing with his friends. His face is sad and I just want to make him smile. Kai's eyes sweep the room and land on me. A smile breaks across his face and he pushes his friends aside to walk towards me.

In the middle of the dance floor we each reach into our pockets and pull out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds his first and I see 'i love you (in a gay way)' written on his paper. The paper looks like it'd been folded and unfolded many times and I wonder how long he's had this.

He gasps when I unfold my paper taking the step forward to wrap his arms around me. He's pulled away from me by a well manicured hand. I look up to see Cynthia in a fire truck red dress that comes to her mid thigh.

"Babe, what are you doing?" She says trying to look sweet and innocent.

I don't think she's doing a very good job. One could compare her to the wickedness of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Making myself happy. You were kissing my teammate a few days ago and bullying my best friend. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm his."

My heart is threatening to dance out of my chest hearing the words I've been waiting years to hear. She looks disgusted and storms off towards her group of friends.

"So you want to be my boyfriend?" I ask as he cups my face in his hands.

"Of course I do silly." He says leaning down to press his lips against mine in the middle of the dance like no one is watching.

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[justanagenderperson]

(Inspired by @komotionlessqueenmm 's post

The "Imagine the tyrant, nemesis, and lady d being obsessed with you"? Post. Yeah that one.

Resident evil fans, more specifically tyrant fans come get y'all food. Sorry if this sucks and that it's short I ran out of ideas. ;~;)

Oh you poor poor soul. Managed to get two tyrants and a tall vampire lady interested in you huh? How very unlucky of you. (Intended as platonic but can be read as romantic.)

GN Reader

Lady D:

●I hope you didn't like your old life because guess what? You now reside in the most fortified room of Dimitrescu's castle.

●If not the castle you're living in the most isolated place known to mankind (courteously paid for by Lady D of course since tyrants don't have money).

●She is absolutely infatuated with you and thinks you're the most adorable creature in the universe (tied with her daughters of course).

●Alicina will spoil you endlessly buying whatever your heart desires.

●Bonus if you can get along with her daughters (not like you have a choice considering the matter, the four of you WILL get along).

●Will absolutely infantilize you, "Oh no sweetie don't worry Mommy's got this." After all you're just a little baby who doesn't know any better (bonus points if you are in fact not a baby).

●You won't have to lift a finger. She will let you get away with a lot of stuff (minus escaping) but she's still a bit strict.

●Her punishments consist of locking you in your room until you cry and beg to be let out or the taking away of entertainment (like being temporarily banned from the library) though it's usually the latter since they don't like seeing or hearing you in pain no matter how small.

●If it's romantic she most likely doesn't see you as her equal (again you just a little baby to her maybe even a cute pet) but if it's platonic then she treats you like one of her own daughters.

●So may treat you like a person may not, an upside is that she will slice anyone who dares stand in your way into ribbons.

●You also have scary guard dog privileges.

Nemesis:

●Like I said, scary guard dog privileges.

●You're the reason this 7"0 man learned how to use his tentacles (which are usually used to tear out the hearts of his enemies) to cook delicate and delicious meals since Alicina and her daughters lacked the knowledge to do so.

●He's a good cook too, and will make sure you don't accidentally starve yourself (calling myself out here) because I know some people genuinely struggle with that.

●Will kill anyone on random, in more brutal ways if they even dare to look at you (this man has tentacles remember?).

●Gets along best with Cassandra. The two of them like to pull off very sadistic pranks (I mean who cuts off someone's hand as a "prank". Not cool. Not cool.)

●Is kind of on tense terms with Alicina after all she thinks he is a bad influence on her daughter (which he isn't but she digresses)

●Gets along fine with Mr.X (thinks he's pretty chill since he doesn't talk, like at all.)

●Will still fight with him for your attention however.

●And by fight I mean fist fights with a lot of fists (they're tyrants they punch pretty hard)

●Will try to get you to join in on the sadistic pranks (you refuse of course) but as much as he adores you he won't take no for an answer.

●So here you are plucking a poor maid's pinkie fingernail.

Mr.X:

●Can somehow sense when you don't like someone and will happily dispatch of them unless told otherwise by you and even then may not even listen to you depending on his mood.

●They also give you scary guard dog privileges.

●Seriously, this man can literally snap you in half and yet he's helping you get dressed.

●Is a mute so you'll have to take ASL classes to understand sign language. I hope you're a quick learner too because this man cannot write, not because he's illiterate. No no he understands more than 50+ languages. It's because he accidently breaks pens like there's no tomorrow and Alicina is sick of having to replace them, "Dammit X!"

●Follows the rules more often than not and will make sure you too are abiding by the same rules.

●Gets along best with Bela, she's quiet and likes to read much like him.

●Takes care of the books in the library, (totally not based on that one video where Mr.X is a librarian. Definitely.) And often recommends books to both you and Bella.

●Will also do fun activities with the two of you such as puzzles (once he's been introduced to it of course)

●Gets along fine with the other two after all they all have the same goal in mind. Protecting you.

●The most chill of the "yanderes(?)". Which is like being the tallest dwarf (it doesn't mean much).

●Usually taste tests Nemesis's cooking.

All:

●The downside to all this is that you can't be alone. Whether it's the sisters, Nemesis, Mr.X, or Alcina you're never alone even when you think you are there's always a fly always lurking around.

●Another downside is that the consequences don't even have to be dire. For example, one time you said you were bored when being tutored and the tutor was dead on the floor in less than a second. You were grounded for cursing (no it doesn't matter if you're an adult), "What the HELL!?" Followed by a curtly signed 'Language.' from Mr.X.

●If it's romantic, prepare to be carried from not being able to walk due to having adult fun time with the three of them.

●If it's platonic still be prepared to be carried by them because you're just too fragile they can't let a being such as yourself walk on their own.

●They definitely have qualms over who gets to spend alone time with you. They even included games where you are the grand prize such as monopoly. You have to watch to make sure none of them cheat because they definitely will (they desperately want to spend time with you).

●They often get into petty arguments regarding you but at the end of the day if someone dares threaten your life they will end up (as it says in the original post) 1, picking you up. 2, killing the person. And 3, killing the person's family and taking their heads as trophies/turning them into wine.

●Like I said and I cannot stress this enough. Scary. Dog. Privileges.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 8 #alicina dimitrescu #mr. x #T-103 #tyrant #nemesis #yandere #i hate myself lol

[thedaythealienscame]

i've been writing a lot more recently in short bursts, going between projects. this is something that i finished last night, kind of diving into my character and their one-sided relationship with their "boss." it's kind of all over the place tbh but. who cares.

if it had a title, it'd be "there was something almost soothing in the hard-to-define note of terror in your eye" <- which is pretty long! it's from "i've got the sex" by tmg for character dynamic reasons

only warnings i can think of are like. insecurity, jealousy, vague mentions of alien sex? and the last part is imagining an intimate moment that could be ruined by an easy murder (which could be construed as suicidality?)

--

O-Ren's mat lies on the floor of the generator room, surrounded by a few bits and bobs. Personal belongings that don't actually feel all that personal anymore. (For instance; a literal piece of one of the people who built them, an amulet from home, a book that they're hesitant to touch.) But more important than that, O-Ren is kneeling at the end of the mat on their knees, palms flat on the floor, and praying.

Well, loosely.

They're running over possible scenarios in their head and trying to work their way out of each one. Sometimes with some act of divine interference on IVAN’s part, sometimes not. Sometimes there isn't an out and everything is shit. It depends on how hopeless they’re feeling that hour.

Accompanied by this is a choking, muttering sound. The kind of thing that makes you wonder whether or not someone is chewing gravel next to your ear. A reinforcement of sorts.

It doesn't change anything, though.

Now they have a new burden to take on at the hands of their own poor decision-making. A choice that they shouldn’t have made as lightly as they did, and now it was a piece of them. The Menace had even accompanied them on the ship (even though Hugo had not for a good hour or two), and while they weren’t stressing in the doorway anymore, nothing really changed. And they had messed up with Juno, and now they had to take far more on than they were accustomed to.

It’s just that they don’t like him. The Menace.

His whole demeanour puts them on edge, as much as they would rather it did not (or however intentional it may be). Reminds them of their guardian’s description of a dolphin’s laugh. A privilege, it had been, to be able to even hear that story. And what a regret it is now. It haunts them more than anything they’d ever thought about before.

“A bright, high-pitched sort of thing, yes? Like two sheets of thin iron rubbing against each other so quickly you can hardly see the switch. They talk to each other like that. All bubbly.”

As taboo as it was to leave, they were grateful for everything that their guardian had given them. For everything… but that.

To be honest, they had no idea what would have happened if their head hadn’t been filled with so many different ideas of that sort. Of earth, of mars, of other planets in their own solar system all made up of gas.

And they kind of don’t understand what Hugo has in mind when he sees Kelsi, though she is pretty, something about her grates on the plates around their stomach. Emotion all heavy in its sincerity as it flows through them at a remarkable speed. Some combination of envy and appreciation all at once.

Of course, of course it makes them feel gross. He’s allowed to do whatever he wants.

And he has, in turn, allowed them to do whatever they want. Anytime, they’re allowed to just pack up and leave as if nothing ever happened there. O-Ren could jump ship if they wanted to, or just get lost on purpose and never return. Do something that they would have never dared to do in a thousand lifetimes. Drink and smoke their life away. Let someone take their core like it meant nothing to them. Would it matter? Would he care?

O-Ren, despite their best efforts, really wants Hugo to care.

What would they even be if he didn’t care?

Hours later, they walk out of that little room, regretting a little bit that they don’t house themself with the others. But it just doesn’t seem right. And they don’t want to intrude now, especially now that they’ve come to think of that place as a private little home.

And… during a routine check-in with everyone, it’s all okay.

Nothing is going wrong, people are getting along, everything is okay without the constant rounds of the ship. Whether or not this should be a reason to stop doing so is filed away into the back of O-Ren’s mind for later. It makes them feel a little safer.

(Then grosser, when they exchange pleasantries with Hugo and can barely tear their eyes away from the octopus-like sucker marks that litter his skin. Not that he’d notice. It’s so obviously unintentional as well, like he just… forgot about the marks now that he’s not in the direct presence of the Menace. Wrapping fully around his wrists and forearms and the back of his neck, so perfect in proportion that O-Ren is both upset and insecure all at once for no justifiable reason.)

Even if O-Ren was never given a specific job to work with ever again, they would never be done working in every meaning of the word. There is no “stop” from the specific moment of creation to the end of the universe unless they die somehow. And that’s just something they have to accept.

Not that they know what their job is now that they aren’t hauling bricks.

But a part of it seems to be pacing around the ship until they pass out from exhaustion and a lack of oxygen. And worrying about their crewmates.

(Jealousy is not in the description, it shouldn’t feel as good or righteous as it does.)

IVAN pushes for them to sit down for a little, apparently unphased by the journey that they have ahead of them. And they don’t mind, really. If he’s treating them normally, they must be acting somewhat normally.

(O-Ren, as stupid as the thought is, wants nothing more than to take off their outside face and reveal a hidden little piece of them. One that couldn’t have been seen by anyone since they left their home planet and blasted off into eternal nothingness with only other work to replace it. More fulfilling work, but work nonetheless.)

It's not that they don't like the chatter, but they're not really focused on it. Or much at all, really. They find themself warming Hugo's drink back up without a second thought while nodding along to another beach ramble/argument.

(The idea is dangerous. And if anyone had done the most surface-level research on their people, they would know just how humiliating that can and should be. Best not to lose any more credibility while they're still with Deep Blue.)

It's become such a boring argument over the past couple days, and they can't even bring themself to care about it anymore. If they're going to the beach, who cares?

(Just flash your bosses, O-Ren. Smart.)

Calmly and as quietly as possible, they slip out of the room without so much as a glance going their way. People too wrapped up in each other to care about the outside world in exactly the way that they shouldn't want to be.

Fighting is disruptive and inefficient, to be avoided at all costs. If one has authority over another, the subordinate should allow things to go as the other sees fit. That’s how it’s supposed to be anyway.

O-Ren knows firsthand that nothing is that smooth.

Of course the moment that O-Ren sneaks away, back to their little room they call home, disruptive little thoughts make their presence known in the most distracting way possible. The pieces that make up their outer-face have become oppressive in nature in the short amount of time it took to get from the control room to the engine.

Thick fingers shift the biggest piece up and to the right. It falls on their mat with a gentle thud.

Maybe he’d like it.

More sheets of hard, heavy rock start coming off bit by bit. Slowly revealing an underlayer that would sparkle if it weren’t so dull and entice people if it weren’t so full of holes. Holes that keep them alive and breathing, but holes nonetheless. Ones that would be worth a pretty penny (an even better reason to keep themself under wraps).

Maybe, if he was lonely enough. Or experienced some sort of change of heart. But they’d take it.

They’d cherish any sort of attention on that scale.

It’s such wishful thinking, but they can’t really help it anymore.

O-Ren has, at least, a few hours left to breathe without anyone going looking for them. Which means a few hours before they have to put half their body back on again, but it’ll be so worth it to not feel stifled, at least for the moment.

They take some extra care with the left plates of their outer chest, minding the hole that they have yet to find an opportunity to fill.

Maybe he’d like that too.

The idea could be thrilling, that they’d willingly show off a piece of their most fragile layer. There’s a pretty solid chance that he’d get curious and ask to look (or maybe even reach) inside to see their core. The worst part is that he could probably handle the heat if he did decide to reach inside.

Lay them down on their mat right here, the door locked, far enough away from the main activity that goes on in the ship that no one would know or hear.

Support their head with his hand, maybe…

Or they’d just rest in his lap like it was a pillow, cheek pressed against his stomach (for all that that would be worth). It’d even be easier for Hugo to reach inside and touch the one thing that keeps them alive. Boiling hot and soft in the middle, a core resting right where their diaphragm would be.

All their plates off, resting on the thing that makes up their bed, and O-Ren kneels beside all their pieces that they need to take the time to fix, no matter how intriguing the idea of Hugo noticing and realizing what the meaning behind that is. 

Not that they’ve ever expected much.

What’s even more embarrassing is that they’d love it. They’d love everything and anything that Hugo did as long as it was him. No matter how clinical he was.

If he touched them like he meant it, like they mattered to him, or if it was purely scientific. If he spent most of his time distantly twisting and bending the quartz that made them keep shape inside. Applying pressure to their core to see what they do, to see if they’d ever pull away.

(And the answer would be no, not in a million years. Any survival instincts that may have been drilled into them since creation have gone out the window for a man who doesn’t care all that much as to whether or not they live or die. O-Ren can’t actually tell if that’s a downside or not. It should be, but it kind of isn’t.)

Maybe even if it would kill them. Or if he could try to move it around and see what that would do. 

(But he’d try to be nice enough to them every step of the way, which kind of makes it hurt. He likes them enough to use them as a living shield from his ex, that has to be worth something. This all has to be worth something.)

Hugo’d be nice if O-Ren clung to him, and he’d be nice if they spent the whole session with their hands by their sides, and he’d be nice even if they asked to cover up those sucker-marks by wrapping their fingers around his throat.

Not that he’d agree, ever, but he’d be nice when letting them down.

Only because they made it this far, but it’s a good thought. A thought that sends O-Ren into a slightly safer state of mind.

A sharp rap against the engine room door has O-Ren reeling, trying to decide between staying quiet or rushing to cover themself back up and answer whoever was making their presence known.

Not that they stay, effectively making that decision for them.

If they had a heart, it would be beating out of their chest. Not that it really mattered. Getting caught now would be akin to being caught in underclothes, not that anyone would be thrilled about it, or incredibly happy about it… but a sight better than having something to be caught for.

#my writing #love them so so much (my own oc)

[allyoureadislovemade]

Hello i'm here... after such a long time and not because i didn't have anything to say but i was taking my time to know myself. i still am. i'm still somewhere between my down phase and trying to get up phase. BUt today i thought i wanted to write this down. Some days ago me and two of my friends were drinking out. We came across this subject of career, and each of are in different situation. 1- extremely privileged, lots of money in the fam , 2- mid-level citizen like normal people, good life like average people, 3- me... who doesn't know where she stands, comes from a rich fam( i think, at least one with lots of upper connections like the 1st friend) but still so average like the 2nd friend. WELL anyway the point is 2nd is working, taking the monthly salary, and me and 1st is not working. The argument starts about how 1st wants to work but without getting it on their parent's name, because then their efforts are not noticed and somewhere along the way or in the future they will be pushed down by that name... one name that they are where they are today is because of someone else. And the 2nd one doesn't agree, because as any other average person he can see how good of an opportunity that is, that it should be taken advantage of, and thinks 1st is a fool to let it slip away for a future they haven't seen. My point is... i know what 1st is feeling, but also thinking what 2nd can. so where do i stand? yes i had chances to take advantage of my fam but i didn't, so am i the fool? but then i'm also an example for the 1st person who wants to be me, a person struggling to get somewhere, because they want it to be theirs, the win whatever it shall be or even if it is failure. But i can also see that 1st person is too privileged and thinks that maybe their and mine situation is different. whereas i had to choose to struggle so i don't have to answer anyone, they choose to struggle in the future. we are in the same room but today they still have that cushion even if they don't want it, which is not now but the choice they get in the future. And for me i've already torn mine, taken that future in my hands. so maybe we think similarly but we are at different points in life and see it differently from different levels. The 2nd friend understands that they might be seeing things from a very different persons viewpoint. but they don't seem to understand that they are very different than us both. where they have a worn torn cushion but a cushion indeed. That they can take risks but when they fall, they will have at least a cloth to fall upon. i do not know why did i partake into their conversation that day, and took the 1st friend's side, but i didn't think we were different then. So today i thought about this. maybe i have moved on and im only tormenting myself with the thoughts and memories of the past. i know where i stand i keep doing this to myself, keep myself in a cage, no matter where i go. i don't want to do that anymore and i knew this long time back but i wanted to relish the pain a little more. Anyway, where am i? i know it sounds stupid but i was so angry at the 2nd friend to think if we get a chance we should take it without any hard work, or risks.. but i knew where he was coming from as a average person. but i also knew what it is to take that risk and live with it everyday. and now i'm going to risk it all again, going away for work in a different city and state. So i have myself to depend and count on to work hard. Conclusion of all this is im at a different table than anyone else and everybody is... everyone has their lives to live and different opinions. But at the same time we don't know how that opinion turns out until we take it and make it our own. I do feel a little dumb to even take part in their conversation... Well, anyone who would read this, just know i've rambled on and maybe i make sense maybe i don't. But Ur life, ur risks, ur rewards!!! It all depends on you. So whether you want to take help or go thru mud yourself be ready for success or failure and to reap whatever you get. Xoxo, Love Made.

#allyoureadislovemade #life is strange #new blog #feelings #life goes on #xoxo

[wardogsong]

❛ They’re trying to kill you, means we’re getting to them. ❜

"Hate t'break it to ya, lady but their type s'always tryin' to kill me." It's what he's invited with the skull painted on his chest like a bullseye in blinding white so they see it coming; with every crippling blow to their criminal operations, every derailed convoy of their supply lines, every sussed out warehouse blown to smithereens along with their bloody dirty profits. Maybe he shouldn't take pride in that, yet he does and it puts the barest hint of a smirk on his usually stoic expression. Frank's glad to piss off whoever it is that he has— if only because nine times out of ten if makes them sloppy; makes them run at him full tilt until they're snared in his traps or perfectly positioned in his crosshairs for the picking off. Their frustration and rage is rarely refined as his own, not leashed and tamed into true lethality like his. Maybe if they could manage it— or hire someone who has, they'd finally fucking accomplish the pesky little task of putting him six feet under the dirt.

It's amusing how it excites her, though. Progress in their shared work even if the mission is assigned and not taken up by choice. They could work for someone a lot worse than the old General who scooped them up and made them a team alongside Wilson, and Thompson. Ross's just hands off enough about it to make it chafe less; let them feel like they run their own show, as usual. And the people he unleashes them after? Usually the type to be on his and her personal radars anyway. Hell, maybe she's got particularly personal beef with this set. It'd explain what he figures passes for giddiness on her.

"Alright— here's the play. I'll be the bait. They want me? They can come and get me. Let 'em. You and Thompson can cover taking out their transport once they're out of it; cut off or rig any and all means of escape. Wilson stays on my six. Then we press 'em between us 'til there's none left. Work for you?"

In the service he might have climbed his way to Captaincy, but here it does not apply. He's not their leader— hell, he's not even the General's right hand man, or given any privilege. There are no orders between them, only suggestions— team meets with equal say until they're all on the same page agreeably, or as agreeably as some of them get. So it doesn't matter that Frank's always been a tactician or that his brutally efficient reputation precedes him— not if what he puts forward isn't to her satisfaction.

#gloriousxdarkness #( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ): ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀʙᴏʟᴛs

[iiirenxcc]

to whom it may concern America is in distress with our future on the line, look around it's a mess. we have to watch what we say cause it's now considered offensive. take a look around we are slowly loosing our freedom. try to silence my voice, and taking my amendments away. When Trump left everything was perfect and Sleepy Joe killed thousands of jobs on his first day. and i don't know if you heard but china's ships all over our coast. pushing vaccines on us feels like population control side effects -cerebral palsy, blood clots and death. but they preach to us to go ahead and inject. i say americas been stolen but you laugh like it's a joke. hate is so invited our states are not united , our races are divided. there's a lot of opinions floating around these days. but when i speak they try to block me or censor what i have to say. now i might just get reported for going against community guidelines but it's not as worse as what they did to our president who couldn't even tweet a tweet.

only like minds on my timeline they see it's all anti- this and anti -that so close minded really, they are just anti-facts. your just obeying and getting along but i can see through your glass house just what kind of person you truly are. you got black lives sign hanging on your front porch but never had a black person in your home. i guess i'm the one that's got to call you out cause all you want to do is run your mouth.

they even signed a petition for equal rights for transgenders talking like it's their fight. and if a man wears a dress they call him beautiful and courageous and give him a whole pride month. god created two genders i don't care about the rest. if a dude has a beard and some fake breast don't try to convince my kids that they should do the same.

trigger warnings used to be on Tv for seizures and now they are everywhere for protecting millennials feelings. He, She, His, Hers, Them, They screw the pronouns cause everyone is a retard these days. you see them preaching at protest that hatred is the problem but hating straight men, white folks, and christians is common.

i don't know if you noticed there's a race war here, and the electrics are all based on fear. we're all triggered and defensive, everyone is a racist and we're all sexist. it's my race, weight, and because i'm christian they hate the internet cause every one has an opinion. and they call wyatt a hater cause he can't relate to gay pride and call him homophonic cause he don't want to date guys. and the saying if your white your privileged and you have more rights than your neighbor. what is all this division for?

i don't know if you see the big picture here, but i see it , and the news isn't telling you the whole truth , the government is brainwashing you. time to wake up america and see the truth. if we stand hand in hand and come united as one we all bleed the same color and fight red white and blue. they divide us cause they know we can over power them and go against them. can't you see they divided us with race, religion, color and class and stripping our right away and it's all about who does and doesn't and who is wearing a mask. i'm just shooting my rights of freedom of speech

and let's not for get of a father doesn't care for his kids they call him a deadbeat but if a mother gets an abortion they call it pro choice. it shouldn't matter who's lives matters most we are still in slaved by the device's we hold. last i knew we were all created equal do good and love thy neighbor but they took god out of school now school shootings happen daily. don't build the wall and now our borders are weak. but i can't mention that you have a fence around your premises.

why can't you see the system hates all people. people tell you to be yourself but you don't fit in the internet's requirements they tell you to be like cardi b and kim kardashian. if Jesus was alive you would all try to cancel him. when you forgot he died for our sins.

the truth hurts, but ignorance is worse even google is on it can't even trust my own search! and they attack you if you like trump. you're redneck, white trash, and a racist, but i say every politician is just a pawn on the board. they treat us like sheep and they are wolves in the dark playing with our minds, lives and heart. it's been on my mind for so long so i decided to process it and post it on my wall.

and if you say you hate america then that's fine too cause honestly im sick of you.

[sweetestlamb]

Forever’s Just Too Short

Summary: That fight in the tunnel leads to different results.

Author's note: Cathartic to write about this now after a few days to process my thoughts. Although Yi-jin blames himself a lot in this, I don't think anyone's really at fault it just seemed in character that he would blame himself. Dedicated to @orphiccs and @truccieeboo and all the other Baekdo stans in my asks and comments. A commercial break from sexual therapy.

The words cut like a dagger slashing across the tender flesh of his heart, sinking deep and drawing blood. The pain sears through his skin and plummels at his bones, a hurt like no other he's ever endured before mostly due to it being at her hands, or better yet her words.

"Watch what you say." He bites back intense fury, hurt and devastation all crashing over him like the thunderous waves of a tsunami.

How could she dare to utter those words to him? Did such a short period of time apart negate all the love and devotion he'd poured into her and this relationship? He was fucking broken standing on a ledge hovering over damnation and what, she was going to be the final blow that threw him over the edge?

Angry tears pool in her eyes and he viciously silences the piece of him that wants to comfort her, rock her back and forth in his arms and whispers sweet nothings into her ears. They weren't each other's lifelines anymore or so she claimed.

"This love isn't supporting me anymore Baek Yi-jin. I want to stop."

Her face at this heart shattering moment will haunt him more than the scarred ashen dead bodies being carried on stretchers.

He will never forget the way his heart cracked as he looks at her putting a stop to their love, this unnameable love. This rainbow like love that once brought them both so much joy and understanding.

Then without his input again, she starts to walk away and it feels final. Like she's walking out of his life forever.

He feels cemented to the ground, immobile as she goes further and further away her shoulders trembling with each step she takes away from him.

His vision is blurry and it's impossible to catch his breath, he can't even find the air to call her name or beg her to stop.

Please. Don't go. You're all I have. I need you. I love you.

He wants to say it all but he can't. His mouth won't open.

This is it.

This is how they end.

Then like film flashing through this mind he sees the victims of that horrific attack, recalls the quiver in their voices as they told him what happened, begged him to help them and cried about their lost loved ones.

"I couldn't stop screaming. I had to know if he was still alive. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't, so I called his name over and over and over. Even when I was rescued, his name was the only thing on my tongue. He was..my everything. I had to see him for myself. Even if it was to say goodbye."

Bearing witness to suffering of those people both destroyed him and strengthened him. Scared him and provided hope.

What was he doing? How could he let her go without a fight, without even trying? He had the privilege of choice. Something others would have given anything for. His cowardice was an insult to their pain.

"Na Hee-do!"

Her name rumbles from deep down below, his throat feels raw and stripped but once he's starts he can't stop.

"Na Hee-do! Don't you dare take another step away from me!" He bellows, his voice echoing.

She stands frozen, as he repeats the very words that made all his walls crumple around him like glass sugar. He can now hear her deep sobs as his feet finally lift from the ground now light as a feather, walking, jogging then all but flying to her. If he lets her go now then it's all over and he'll give up everything before he allows that to happen.

He doesn't wait for her to turn around. Instead he grabs her shoulders and pulls her back into his arms, ignoring the stiffness in her body it only lasts a second too long before she's shattering inside his embrace. Immediately he tightens the hold, keeping her together with his bare hands.

"Baek Yi-jin," she sobs her hot tears landing on his forearms, "I don't know what to do. What should I do? I don't know how to keep you! I can't ask you to stay here but I can't let you go, if you go back I'll lose you forever. There'll be nothing left of you for me to have."

She's not wrong. September 11 has stolen a part of him that he fears he'll never get back. A light that will forever be darkened.

But he's still here and he still loves her. The darkness hasn't swallowed him whole, not yet.

"I turned down the position."

That's a white lie. He hasn't turned it down yet but he's going to. He's done all he can do there, told the stories that needed to be heard and lent an ear to those who needed one. He foolishly believed he was quitting if he came back to Korea, but all those endless nights and countless glasses of scotch have shown him that was false, he's surviving. He has to do this to live.

"What? But I don-"

"I did it for me."

She doesn't say a word but he knows what she's thinking already. Remembers when he lied and told her that he would have chased down that referee for anyone. She had pretended not to be hurt then too. He's tried of them playing pretend.

"I'm doing it because I need you. I can live without you but I don't want to. I don't want to live a life where I can't see you and make you laugh and be the one who loves you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything Hee-do. I want to marry you, have kids with you and share all of my life with you. It can't be anyone but me. I won't allow it."

He's terrified when she starts to pull away but it's only so she can twists in his arms. Her eyes are nearly swollen shut, puffy and red and this time he can't ignore his instinct so he brushes the tears away just like she did for him. He's handling something fragile right now, their love feels like spun glass hovering between them.

"I hate you. "

It hurts momentarily but he knows that hate cannot exist without love.

"I finally understand what a break up feels like now." She continues, with a shaky smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

He shakes his head, cupping her face and staring deep into her eyes.

"We're not breaking up."

All the fight has left her body, the rage depleting until he just sees a broken hearted girl. She looks so young and helpless.

"Do you hear me? We're not breaking up. I'm going to keep on loving you. Can you love me again?

He can't blame her for wanting to give up, he left her alone with barely any explanation and then spiralled into a darkness so deep that she couldn't see him anymore. He purposely ignored her calls worried that his depression would taint her, she was so bright he didn't want to dim her shine.

She was right. He was pushing her away, only wanting her to see the best side of him and hiding when that wasn't possible. She should hate him. He hated himself at times, he wasn't what she deserved.

But he was selfish. Too selfish to give her up.

"I never wanted to depend on someone."

He knows that. He had probably worsened her trauma and fear of abandonment. Knowing that only makes the self loathing grow deeper.

"I listened to you every night. I took all your recordings from the broadcasting room and I listened to you every night. The first time you left me I walked every night to listen to you on the payphone. How could I ever hate you? I don't know how to do anything but love you and want you."

It's more than a hug. Their limbs tangle in a way that he's not sure that anyone would be able to tell where she begins and he ends. Interwined just like their souls.

"Please kiss me."

She begs him, crying louder now gripping at his shirt so tightly it almost hurts and he accepts the pain nearly reveling in it, he wants her to hold on and never let go.

Her lips are salty, both of their faces wet as he answers her plead plunging into her with all his might and desire. She's uncharacteristically docile in his arms, softer than the Hee-do he knows but he accepts this; accepts what she gives him. He pries her mouth open with a firm tongue, plundering her mouth until she cries out clinging to him now letting him have his way with her mouth.

"Yi-jin."

He swallows her moan, it's been too long without her in his arms and her flavor exploding on his tongue.

He kisses her until she's breathless and pulls away to catch her breath.

But his hands are restless roaming every inch of her skin that he's been missing. Curving over the sharp blades of her shoulder and the soft dip of her waist.

"I missed you so much."

He's said that to her photo every night before bed and every morning upon waking.

But it's a world of difference saying it to her face. Seeing it wash over her and viewing her eyes regain their spark.

"I thought I was dragging you down."

"You were the only thing keeping me afloat."

Her support has meant everything to him. Picked him up on his darkest days when there was no one else, when his thoughts were dangerous and his family was out of reach. When he was his own worst enemy.

He kisses her again. For saving him then and now.

"Don't give up on me. I'll get help, I'll come back to you."

Her hand trembles on his face as she peers up at him, searching his eyes for the truth. He leaves himself completely open letting her see everything he thought he had to hide to make this work.

"I won't. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

This time he's the one to collapse and she catches him, holding him up with all her strength rubbing circles into his back.

"Forever?"

She sniffles into his shoulder, short tight breaths against his skin.

"Yeah. I'd like that. Forever."

And their forever restarts today. A new forever that they'll create together.

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