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ladyfluff · 7 months
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I must insist on more cowboy stuff! I need outlaw Thomas Sharpe AU like I need air! Please, pretty please!
cant resist a good cowboy au, lets go back to the start!
pale rider
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The age old question, of course the man would ask it.
Why?
Simple answer would be, why not? Because they could, because this is who they were. What the desert bred would remain, outlaws. Murderers, thieves and conmen all around. This place was rich with all sorts of evil, there was no purity to be found among men and women. The years hadn't been kind to her, to anyone in this camp and the same goes for this man they picked up from that train. He looked put together, wealthy looking feller. Two children in tow but suppose it couldn't be helped, they had to take them too. As long as he kept them quiet, they'd be good to him. As to what that 'good' entailed was completely unknown, the men could get so uppity.
''You can't do this forever, you'll have to face the consequences.''
Certainly, in their old age they'll bury themselves somewhere. Dig a nice deep hole in the sand, in the mountains or in the forests somewhere. They die like dogs. They lost Harold just last week, bless that man. Not that he would like to be mourned over, bitter as shit. So they just did as he asked, they left him on the clifftop for the vultures. Harold was a senior gun, a crazy old man with ideas of what this life was meant to be like. Times were changing and soon there won't be any of them left, gunslingers and cowboys. The authorities were a lot more aggressive than they used to be, Cherry had been a girl the first time she had a taste of death and the lawmen did nothing. The man had been intruding, creeped in through her mother's window with his dark intentions and she simply wouldn't allow it. Like her daddy taught her, butt to the shoulder, hold your breath darling. It was somehow so easy, Cherry developed a taste for it all and there was no other way to live life. She couldn't put her gun down and pick up a lady's parasol, she was determined to die out here just as she had been born. Thomas took a step back, startled by the sound of a rattlesnake nearby, clutching his baby tightly to his chest as if it were going to swallow it whole. How stupid does a man have to be to travel by himself with two kids? Dragging them across the country like that? Sure, their mother was gone, that's as much as Cherry knows. They made a mistake picking them up, they ought to leave them.
''God ain't gon' save us, not while th' devil is waitin' for what he's owed.''
They were heading for fire, each and every one of them knew where they were going. Each and every day brought them closer to the end, some bastards out here had children of their own. Wives they've abandoned, parents, siblings. Point is, they all had family out there waiting and holding their breaths. Some had people that wished all manner of ill things, Cherry had the dirt and the trees. She lunged for the snake, grabbing it by its head. It's hissing maw open wide for all to see, venom dripping. Angry and rattled, she chuckles.
''Shove Mr. Sharpe in the corner, give his boy a cot.''
Thomas wasn't unlike any other city boy, easy on the eyes and clearly educated. Came all the way here from across the sea and for what? This? Dust storms and bear meat? No, this man had secrets of his own and Cherry was hellbent on getting those out of him. She shoved her hand out, holding the snake out to him, hissing.
''Boo!''
Thomas would come to learn that things aren't easy out here.
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parisakamali · 4 years
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listen,,, i know it's 5 am and it's normal to have these thoughts (i think) but i really
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girlwiththegreenhat · 5 years
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when movies/tv act like having your male character be Extremely Creepy And Objectifying to women is a cute and quirky character trait and not, y’know, just plain creepy and gross
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zontiky · 3 years
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au where reginald got all 42
*cracks knuckles* *my fingers shatter*
reginald voice: if i cannot bribe my way into having child soldiers i will CRIME my way into having child soldiers
reginald during that one interview in s1e1: *hides gun* the mothers have been suitably... compensated
me beating the shit out of him with my bare hands: i hate you i hate you you stinky old man im tempted to kill you off 20 years earlier in this au just because of this
anyway
reginald acquires 42 magical babies
i refuse to believe vanya is the only mega destructive little child there exists in that horde of children. i refuse it.
what im saying is that he goes through a lot of nannies
is there multiple graces? do they all look like grace or are they different so its less weird for everyone involved? does reggie even give a shit at all? i dont know lol so imagine w/e you want for the robomoms but grace is definitely a thing
bc the handler doesnt get the chance to crime on lilas parents lila is there too she can be #8 because i love her lol
wait wasnt it 43? i feel like its 43 am i tripping one sec let me consult the wiki
i think it was 43. im so tired so pardon me and my bs
ummm with the pressure of taking care of 43(42?) children and seeing their obvious unhappiness every single day grace snaps and kills reggie <3 queen shit
jk lol that would end this too fast and im not done talking
unfortunately delila is incest in this situation. sorry diego 😔
FORTUNATELY, there is 42(41?) other dysfunctional adults to help five stop the apocalypse this time. i want them to organize a commission break in. because that would be cool as hell
listen. with that amount of siblings there is no way that they dont all support each other. and if that sounds unrealistic to you consider that they all have at least 1 or 2 people that are absolutely ride or die, ultimate support systems for them. ok? ok
so basically nobody dies, nobody ends up on the streets, diego doesnt live in a boiler room like a sad gym rat (affectionate), luther is not on the moon and also not monkeyfied because out of 36 kids i sincerely doubt there isn’t at least one with healing powers, 2 if you count lila and her copycat tendencies
umm what else. allison has friends growing up and learns quicker that u cant just rumour people to get ur way and that actions have consequences so she never rumours claire and never loses custody and does she become a movie star at all? i say yes but thru talent this time and she doesnt use her rumour to nudge ppl to decisions unless those ppl major suck lmao
before anyone gets on my ass abt this pls consider: she deserves to make bigots lose important papers and hire her. ok. she can have a little rumour. as a treat. but shes responsible about it
i dont think as a 4 year old allisons power was strong enough to rumour 42 people into forgetting vanya has powers. so vanya keeps her powers and learns how to ✨control them✨
vanya is no longer a sad lonely violinist. she is a goth moderately well adjusted violinist. good for her
NO APOCALYPSE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN. THE FIRST ONE HAPPENS BUT THEN IT DOES NOT
honestly five might not even run away in the first place but i highly doubt reggie would yk. tell them. to prepare for an apocalypse. so theyd be taken unawares the first time without five there to warn them
but OOOH BC VANYA IS MODERATELY WELL ADJUSTED AND HAS AN OK SUPPORT SYSTEM SHE WOULDNT FALL FOR HAROLDS BS AND BLOW UP THE MOON IN THE FIRST PLACE... OHOHO
but also we dont know how it happened the first time so maybe its still on? idk lets say its still on. its on but only once
LDSFKASJDF EVEN IF THEY DONT PREVENT IT THE 2ND TIME THIS MAKES S2 SO MUCH FUNNIER
five having to teleport 42 other people to the 60s and then out of the 60s: ouch
AND THAT NEGATES THE SPARROW ACADEMY. COMPLETELY. THAT’S OUT THE WINDOW BC REGGIE ALREADY ADOPTED THEM ALL THE FIRST TIME LMAOOO SALKFJSH
they get back to 2019 and are like dad??? and reginald never adopted anyone he’s just living alone in his mansion and 43 random people just appear in his house JKDHFIWHFSH IM DYING OMG
ok back to the nopocalypse
lol im done talking so
grace snaps and kills reggie before all of this happens in the first place and all 43 of them have happy well-adjusted no evil parent childhoods <3 the end
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xxpinkgalaxykidxx · 4 years
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why merlin is really sad if you have a basic understanding of history
Please excuse any errors, I wrote this at 5am and did not proof read.
As I was lying in bed this morning, thinking about BBC Merlin, I came to a depressing conclusion. Merlin post series would go through ALOT of shit before we see him at the very end with the truck. (Keep in mind this is from an American; any british/welsh person should feel free to correct me)
First, let’s establish when the events of Merlin took place. If we go off of the dates of the legend of Arthur/when we know the Anglo Saxons started invading, it puts us between the years 491-539 CE. The show takes place over about 7-9 years, so lets put it at the very end of this time line because 1, the quasi-historical records but Arthur and Mordred’s death between 537-539, and we can imagine that Uther and Arthur’s grandfather dealt with the earlier Anglo Saxon invasions/peaceful immigration.
We also know that Avalon is based on a location in Somerset, England. For the location of the Battle of Camlann, the original legend has it either close to/or on Snowdon Mountain in Wales. This might put Camelot in Eastern Wales/Shropshire, (which was once part of Wales,) or Herefordshire. This makes sense because the original tales of Arthur are of Welsh origin and Merlin speaks an older form of Welsh when casting spells. Camelot could also be at Warwickshire castle, where the show was filmed. (It’s also the county where Shakespeare was born!) Either way, it doesn’t really matter, this part is more for fun. What you really should keep in mind is that the whole Camelot gang would have been indigenous Britons, a people we don’t know much about. The Pendragon family likely had Roman ancestors. I’m not sure what language they would have spoke, but my guesses or either Welsh or Common Brittonic. The pendragons religion is a little up in the air since both Christianity and Paganism were both accepted at this time, but given possible roman ancestors and Uther’s hate of magic, I’m gonna say Christian.
So now we have a time and 3 major locations set, let’s look at what would happen post series. Arthur is dead and in the Lake, so let’s assume Merlin spends his time going back and forth between Somerset and Wales/Shropshire/Herefordshire/Warwickshire. After Arthur’s death, the Saxons keep on coming in overwhelming waves until 560, they were finally the dominant group. They would outnumber the Britons about 4 to 1. It’s still debated what exactly happened to the Britons, but we know that some moved to Britainy in France, but most were assumed into the new Anglo Saxon culture. Merlin and Gwen would be in their early 50s, the knights a bit older, and Gaius would probably not be alive. From the records of this time imply, The Anglo Saxons did still allow Briton rulers to rule if they were subject to the Anglo Saxon’s rules, customs and language. Gwen might have even been forced into marrying an Anglo Saxon guy. Eventually as these Briton rulers died off, and eventually all of England became ruled by Germanic kings.
But Merlin would still be alive throughout all of this, wondering how this takeover was not Albion’s greatest time of need. He would have to see all his remaining friends die of war with the Anglo-Saxons or old age. He would lose his Briton-Romanic roots and have to accept the new Germanic culture. He would eventually learn to speak Old English and see the growth of Christianity in England. A lot of stuff would happen but I kind of don’t care for about 500 years. All you need to know is two things: Camelot would basically become a county with little power and be subject to the Houses of Wessex, Denmark, Wessex again, Denmark again, Wessex again, then a random guy named Harold shows up. Merlin would see all this and be like “hey I know who would be a good king right about now but hes lowkey dead so,”
So Merlin would live in Anglo Saxon england for 500 years until William the Conqueror shows up in 1066 and takes over England, and now England is ruled basically from France. Merlin would be like what the fuck Albion is being ruled by some rando, where’s Arthur this is a time of need. No Arthur. Some more bullshit happens after William’s son Henry I dies, (he named his daughter heir and all the men were like “wOmEn CaNt RuLe!!!”) After that, nothing that would pertain to Merlin till 1157. It’s possible Merlin could think Richard I was a reincarnation of Arthur or something like that, but Richard was highkey an idiot and didn’t do anything important besides let his brother John be in charge and John sucked so Merlin would realize Richard does not equal Arthur.
In 1274, Edward Longshanks was king and I don’t think Merlin would like him very much. He colonized Wales and famously was a jerk to Scotland. He idolized Arthur and the knights, which would probably piss off Merlin even further. He would wonder if this was Albion’s greatest hour of need and if Arthur would come. No Arthur.
1337, the Hundred Year’s War Starts. It goes well for England at first and Merlin would think, oh it's just another war. Nope. It goes on in bursts for 116 years, and with the intervention of Joan of Arc, the French win. Merlin would think, “Arthur this might be a good time to come back when we are losing a huge war!” But no Arthur. (I do think Merlin would be sympathetic to Joan of Arc though.)
1455 to 1487 is the War of the Roses. Merlin would have to watch England tear itself apart over the crown and would think, “This is gotta be it. Arthur is gonna be the one to come out of this and fix the country and bring back Camelot.” But he wouldn’t come. It’s possible he could think that Henry VII was a reincarnation of Arthur and would meet him, but it wouldn’t be him.
1553. Mary I becomes Queen of England and kills a lot of people, including Lady Jane Grey. She tries bringing back a religion that was just not working for a lot of people. Merlin would see this and think, “Arthur come back with your tolerance and fix this.” But no Arthur.
1649. The English Civil War Happens. They cut off Charles I’s head and Oliver Cromwell is instated as Lord Protector. Puritanism is the new religion. For Merlin this would be really not great for him. Magic would be even more hunted then before. He would definitely think this is it. Albion’s greatest hour of need! But Charles II becomes king, not Arthur. And Charles II would not be a reincarnation of Arthur, nor would William and Mary later.
Skip ahead to Napoleon’s conquest of Europe in the Early Nineteenth century. I’m not quite sure what Merlin would make of Napoleon, but he’d see the situation as a good time for Arthur to come back. But no Arthur.
Then both World Wars! England was in a lot of trouble both times and it would probably be the time that it would make most sense for Arthur to come back. But he doesn’t. And honestly that makes no fucking sense to me. Wouldn’t it be a great sequel to the show if Arthur came back in 1918, to pick up the mess of the first World War and help fight the second? Am I going crazy? Most likely yes.
Well, this has gone on wayyyy to long so I will end this analysis here. I know I left out alot, but I tried to cover the important stuff. The main takeaway is that Merlin would go through a WHOLE lot. He would change languages at least twice, watch everyone die, and magic wain in use from repeated witch hunts.
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snailg0th · 3 years
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TMA PLAYLIST!
hey party people! i made an absolutely MASSIVE entity playlists and thought i would share!
Here’s the song breakdown by entity if you want to separate it out into different entities!
The Corruption
- i’ll let it burn / kanaya
- first love late spring / mitski
- geyser / mitski
- me and my husband / mitski
- liquid smooth / mitski
- an unhealthy obsession / the blake robinson synthetic orchestra
- like real people do / hozier
- arms tonite / mother mother
- spiral of ants / lemon demon
- always forever / cults
- i wanna be adored / king woman
- in a week / hozier
- lovers are strangers / michelle gurevich
- first six moths of love / michelle gurevich
- where the watermelons rot / madelynne whitt
- loved / fein
- the masochism tango / tom lehrer
- high school sweethearts / melanie martinez
- earthworms / elliot lee
The Lonely
- ghosting / mother mother
- cellophane / fka twigs
- two slow dancers / mitski
- last words of a shooting star / mitski
- you missed my heart / phoebe bridgers
- writer in the dark / lorde
- liability / lorde
- sick of losing soulmates / dodie
- ribs / lorde
- i exist i exist i exist / flatsound
- how to never stop being sad / dandelion hands
- teenage hurt / oscar lang
- feels like we’re dying / johnny goth
- lonesome town / ricky nelson
- the ghost has no home / cocteau twins, harold budd
- heavy heart / you am i
- scott street / phoebe bridgers
- get lonely / the mountain goats
- i’m tired, you’re lonely / liza anne
- emptiness is a closet full of your clothes / wishing
- butterfly’s repose / zabawa
- xanny / billie eilish
The Slaughter
- thermodynamic lawyer esq / will wood and the tapeworms
- bloody nose / jack conte
- hand me my shovel, i’m going in! / will wood and the tapeworms
- problems / mother mother
- molly / mindless self indulgence
- resurrection / gank
- little pistol / mother mother
- my axe / icp
- to catch a predator / icp
- piggie pie / icp
- egirls are ruining my life / corpse
- i cant decide / scissor sisters
- brutus / the buttress
- thank you for the venom / my chemical romance
- you know what they do to guys like us in prison / my chemical romance
- teenagers / my chemical romance
- shitlist / l7
- lose your head / nova twins
- cop car / mitski
- pumped up kicks / foster the people
- mary / the happy fits
- 6 feet / scarlxrd
- war song / imad royal
- twist the knife / that handsome devil
The Spiral
- kitchen fork / jack conte
- stupid horse / 100 gecs
- a crows trial / vane lily
- hidden in the sand / tally hall
- stuff is way / they might be giants
- baby hotline / jack stauber
- for the departed / shatter james
- touch tone telephone / lemon demon
- they’re coming to take me away / sloppy jane
- anytime you smile / jt music
- tic toc / mother mother
- pretty little head / eliza rickman
- happy pills / weathers
- beware the friendly stranger / boards of canada
- dream / the pied pipers
- spiraling shape / they might be giants
- smile / maisie peters
- laughing on the outside / bernadette carroll
The Stranger
- stalkers tango / autoheart
- puppet loosely strung / the correspondents
- a mask of my own face / lemon demon
- sex with a ghost / teddy hyde
- bang! / ajr
- under my skin / jukebox the ghost
- turn the lights off / tally hall
- break my mind / dagames
- community gardens / the scary jokes
- mr capgras encounters a second hand / will wood and the tapeworms
- mama / my chemical romance
- have you seen my sister evelyn? / evelyn evelyn
- a campaign of shock and awe / evelyn evelyn
- my mom / kimya dawson
- who are you, really? / mikky echo
- kalinka / golden ring ensemble
- russian sailors dance / golden ring ensemble
- we’ll meet again / vera lynn
- carousel / melanie martinez
- this is the freakshow! / open minded
- the greatest show unearthed / creature feature
The Flesh
- blood and bones / the blake robinson synthetic orchestra
- the dismemberment song / blue kid
- i love you like an alcoholic / the taxpayers
- body / mother mother
- blood / my chemical romance
- body terror song / ajj
- skin / marriages
- four teeth / true widow
- tongues and teeth / the crane wives
- cannibal / tally hall
- pork soda / the glass animals
- alligator teeth / mother falcon
- animal skin / bryan dunn
- flowers of flesh and blood / nicole dollanganger
The Hunt
- it will come back / hozier
- in the woods somewhere / hozier
- hayloft / mother mother
- trrst / ic3peak
- oblivion / grimes
- i love you like an alcoholic / the taxpayers
- dear dictator / saint motel
- to my enemies / saint motel
- shaking like an animal / crash kings
- dog teeth / nicole dollanganger
- curses / the cranewives
- that unwanted animal / the amazing devil
- animal impulses / iamx
- go get your gun / the dear hunter
- i’m always walking as somebody else / american murder song
- come along / cosmo sheldrake
- the hunter / adam jensen
The Eye
- evil eye / franz ferdinand
- never meant to know / tally hall
- dirty imbecile / the happy fits
- lent / autoheart
- problems / mother mother
- southern eye / marriages
- wisdom / mother mother
- the fine print / the stupendium
- it’s tough to be a god / annapantsu
- ruler of everything / tally hall
- one eye open / lola blanc
- the competition / kimya dawson
- i see you / phoebe bridgers
- somebody’s watching me / rockwell
The Web
- silver platters / les gold
- puppet loosely strung / the correspondents
- the spiders face / emilie autumn
- twisted threads / the mechanisms
- spider in the roses / sonia leigh, daphne willis, rob the man
- lean on me / yerin baek
- shame / mitski
- devils flesh and bones / eliza rickman
The Dark
- there’s a girl in the corner / the twilight sad
- living with the black dog / emma ruth rundle
- i was all over her / sylvia palth
- welcome and goodbye / dream, ivory
- you are the coffin / flatsound
- into the unknown / the blasting company
- salem / fox academy
- i’m a member of the midnight crew / eddie morton
- sleep awake / mother mother
- no light, no light / florence and the machine
- oh ana / mother mother
- queen of darkness / ugress
The End
- for the departed / shayfer james
- achilles come down / gang of youths
- the end / sibyelle baier
- exit music / radiohead
- sex with a ghost / teddy hyde
- 13 angels standing guard round the side of your bed / silver my zion
- zombie / bad wolves
- old black train / the blasting company
- graveyard / lucy schwartz
- hangout at the gallows / father john misty
- holes in your coffin / phildel
- i’ll die anyways / girl in red
The Desolation
- turtleneck / the national
- relay / fiona apple
- a burning hill / mitski
- burn / king woman
- burning pile / mother mother
- lighting myself on fire / jukebox the ghost
- burn him down! / kitsch club
- mouth of the devil / mother mother
- high tide rising / fox
- the fire / griffinilla
- fire with fire / aliceband
- inferno pt 2 / the buttress
- all the good girls go to hell / billie eilish
- burning down the house / talking heads
- arsonists lullaby / hozier
- play with fire / sam tinnesz
- fire / delta rae
The Buried
- my heart is buried in venice / rick montgomery
- dirty night clowns / chris garneau
- hand me my shovel, i’m going in! / will wood and the tapeworms
- the mind electric / miracle musical
- bit by bit / mother mother
- weight of the world / shayfer james
- bury a friend / billie eilish
- my love took me down to the river to silence me / little green cars
- the devil went to georgia / the charlie daniels band
- jesse got trapped in a coal mine / goodnight, texas
- sisyphus / andrew bird
- bottom of the river / delta rae
- you’re dead / norma tanega
- ain’t no rest for the wicked / cage the elephant
- work song / hozier
- bury me / the hunting project
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voidselfshipp · 3 years
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A Heart Of Ashes
Chapter 2
Pt1.
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Its around half past eight, jerico wondered if stoker was still in the laboratory.
So she put on her boots and Walked to said laboratory.
Though.. the place was huge, it felt like a maze,and listening to her gut feeling,she got there,after a good fifteen minutes.
--Hey stoker
The british Man stopped mixing two chemicals togheter, and Turned to the door, a smile crossed his lips under his mask,but you could hear it in his tone as he said--Ah...you again...how delightfull, Oh do be careful of the napalm...tricky stuff
--Ill be mindful of that--she Walked right past the unarmed molotov grenades--Watcha working on?
--Just some upgrades for these old girls, oh Grab a pair of goggles and some rubber gloves if you stick around, wouldnt want to cause any accidents
Jeri nodded and snatched the closest of those ítems, she casually hovered over stokers shoulder who finished mixing the two chemicals,only for them to explode into a dark cloud of nothingness.
--Ah horse raddish...
By the way he left both mixing tubes on the table she noticed her companion was frustrated.
She patted his back softly--How about we get something to eat, maybe you need to take some fresh air
Stoker stood there to think about it for a bit, then nodded --Yeah...thatd be wonderfull
--Great,lets go!
During their walk however, Someone stopped them.
--Hey! So youre the New guy huh?
The british Man sighed in annoyance,crossing his arms--Oh do bugger off phantom, we have places to go
--ey ey relax Man, I just want to take a moment to greet our New recruit--phantom Turned to jerico-- heard you were dangerous huh? I like that in a woman
Suddenly, Harold felt his blood boil, as jeri couldnt help but giggle at the cheesy pickup lines.
In a stupid fit of jealousy,he grabbed his lighter and pressed the flame against phantoms pants, who in a matter of seconds lit afire, he then with a mischevious smile Turned to jerico-- tell me....can you smell something Burning...? Oh its probably nothing,lets go dear, im starving
He put an arm around jeri and Walked her away as phantom ran around in circles, blissfully unaware of this sunstorm just shrugged it off.
--Did you just really burnt phantoms pants so he would stop talking to jerico?-- ember asked, arms crossed as both grabbed their food.
--well he was making her unconfortable!
--Dont make excuses for yourself Harold I know you
The Man sighed letting his shoulders fall--okay maybe I have a crush on her what about it....
Ember started to laugh--Thats adorable Harold, I wish you the best of luck --She patted his back.
During dinner Ember politely excused herself,leaving both veterans to talk.
--So--stoker started without a clear topic to talk about--Youre a veteran?
-- I am,Ive seen a lot of fucked up shit I tell you that
He chuckled and nodded in agreement--war, how do the kids put it ,ah yes, fucking sucks
--It really does,you loose Friends, people youre closed...and you never know
--If youll end up coming home to them--both meet eachothers gaze--i know the feeling quite well...
Both smile, and talk softly about their time in the military.
Stoker decided to pack up his little science proyect and walk around the bases courtyard with jerico, the moon shine brightly, and both strolled down calmly.
--I remember this one time, me and my Dad were leaders of two different squadrons,you had to see the soldiers faces when they realize their commander was my dad....it was hilarious,specially because we look nothing alike
--Hmm, May I inquire as to why?
--Dad adopted me when I was a kid, and we really look nothing alike,and well, when training, my old Man is very harsh and strict, I tend to be that one godsend seargeant who cuts some slack on the soldiers, its quite funny really
The brit laughed and nodded--yes it is
--And how about you?, whats your story ?
He took a deep breath,and put his hands behind his neck--Well,I used to be a squadron I had to make a rough decision,and I did it,thankfully nobody had to die that day,except For the bad guys of course
And they spend the night talking about their anecdotes,laughing, and comforting eachother.
--mind if I Scort you to your room?
--Not at all
Stoker giggled and put an arm around jerico,And both Walked into the building in silence, the whole place was quiet, aside from some who spent the night playing videogames and their rage screams could be heard from outside their room
When they arrived though,jeri took Harolds hand--Dont you want to spend the night here?,your room is on the other side of the building
--Oh I dont want to bother
--You dont,come on in
He sighed and nodded, taking off his jacket.
--I have a spare matress under my bed,i can sleep there
--What?,no way, I shoundt Rob You the comforts of your bed...
--Harold just take it
--Ill take the spare matress thats what ill take
Both stared at eachother,before sighing--Sharing?
--Sharing
Without much time wasted they got into the bed,their backs facing eachother.
--You wont take that mask off for sleeping?
--No, I wont
She sighed --You cant sleep like that
--Yes I can
She knew it wasnt her place to Keep demanding--Will you sleep comfortably?
A soft smile appeared on the Mans face--Yes, dont worry about me,now go get some sleep okay?
--You too.....goodnight
--Sweet dreams...
Ember groaned,facepalming.
This needed to stop.
--Oh you look so lovely today--stoker said softly elbowing jerico in the ribs, who then chuckled.
--And you look quite handsome too
Theyve been flirting like this for the entire day, ember was about to knock them both out....she couldnt take more of this mushy crap.
--oh I thought for a moment I found to emeralds....turns out it was just your eyes...--Harold said with his masks cheek resting on his hand.
Jericos cheeks turn baby Pink and both softly chuckle.
--If you two lovebirds are done, the guys at the kitchen need help on the cooler--vera said--its not working....
Both sighed and nodded.
However as both worked on the inside of the industrial Cooler, the door closed leaving them in pure darkness, aside from Jers phone lantern.
--Damnit...--stoker tried to Open the door to no avail...
And so they sat there in darkness.
-- d damn-- Harold said curling into a ball-- its cold here...
Jer, who was a natural heater, sat closer to him--I think I have an idea,but I need you to sit properly
--W what are y you planning to do?--He straightened his legs and his cheeks Turned red as he felt her sit on his lap and hug him-
-Like this we wont loose heat...
She was, oddly warm...how?.
Whatever questions he had, his survival was first so he hugged her, and hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth return to his body.
--Thats a whole lot better...thanks awfully..
--Dont mention it...
And after that day, they couldnt get enough of it ,everywhere was a good place to cuddle, while eating, after training,during briefings.
Everyone was losing their minds over how clingy both were.
Their feelings for eachother were so painfuly obvious...
And now, after a particular rough mission, jerico and stoker were cuddling in his room.
He pressed his mask against her back.
--Im just glad youre okay...--she whispers.
--Im just glad to be with you here--he answers back.
Though she was too tired to even try and comprehend what he said, so she nuzzled closer and smiled..
Soon enough she'll tell him.
She was glad to be by his side, and being able to hold him like that..and Him..well, he was happy to return to her in one piece.
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— && guests may mistake me as ( david castaneda ), but really i am ( dante soto + cismale + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 08/19/1987). i am applying for the ( maintenance supervisor ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( #217 ). i should be hired because i am ( + consistent, appreciative, capable ), but i can also be ( - fierce, bothered, demanding ) at times. personally, i like to ( garden, physical training, crosswords ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration! ( duckie, est, 25 ).
tw: blind/deaf, war, ptsd
GENERAL INFORMATION.
full name    dante soto
alias    soto
age    thirty-three
date of birth    august 19
place of birth    taxo, mexico
zodiac    leo
gender    cismale
nationality    mexican
religion    non-practicing catholic
orientation    straight
relationship status    single
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.
face claim    david castaneda
height    5′11″
weight    172 lbs
hair color    black
eye color    brown
voice claim    david castaneda
tattoos    joker playing card on sholder
distinguishing marks    scars on the side of face and ear
outfit/clothing style    anything really. doesn’t care for appearance
BACKGROUND INFORMATION.
hometown    taxo
current residence    malnati, worker suite, #217
past residences    nevada
spoken languages    english, mexican, german, ASL
financial status    lower
education level    high school, community college
occupation    maintenance supervisor  
B I O:
his mother was an exotic dancer in mexico and his father was a product of a loss of casualty at war. it his the family hard but that didn’t stop his precious mother for making just enough money to get her son across the border to live his life in america,when he grew old enough he just moved out to live with a family friend, rodrigo and his wife cassandra. away from his mother and younger sister who he didn’t even know how to connect with; whether it be the age difference or just how different they were. 
he did his mother proud, getting passing grades in school, not letting the hard life of being alone get to him he had friends, went to parties. he was a typical boy, and grew into a strong and very independent young man.
at nineteen he felt the need to fight for the country, just as his father did. and he was sent off to climb the ranks until he had face the ultimate hurtle. he and his team were sent out to an unmarked city, there to make grounds and start a set up for their next ground camp. only it was littered with landmines and he made the wrong step sending he and his team blasting into the air. he lost great soldiers and would never forget the looks on their faces as he tried to save each one.
through the shock of the explosion though dante didn’t realize how hurt he had gotten. not until he passed out and woke up in a hospital back in nevada. they told him to take things calm. to take in the new surroundings as they came to him; only, not all of them did.
in the explosion he had lost hearing and sight on the left side of his body, the explosion destroyed his ears, left him with a limp, and he was smacked dead in the face by shrapnel leaving a scar and such damaged tissue they had to remove his eye. he wears a glass one now but the scaring has been hard for him to get over. rodrigo calls him the phantom of the opera when he wants to piss dante off.
M O R E
physical training was hell for him. he refused help and grew angry with himself for letting himself make such a huge mistake after all the training he went through. but worse of all he blames himself for the solders who didn’t make it home.
he walks with a limp but tries to hide it no matter how badly it may hurt him some days.
he may be angry at himself but just as he pushed himself not to let the pain get to him as a child he tries to be positive; still kind to people and as helpful as he can be. he never wants to be a burden on others so even though he constantly wants to help others he refuses any help for himself.
he picked up gardening as a form of therapy and even if he’s not the best he does have a pretty decent collection of herbs he grows in a soap box and a few house plants
when he arrived to chicago he joined a program to get a guide dog, the rush of the city was new to him so he needed to get a little help as much as he didn’t want to admit it.
he acts like his dog isn’t that big of help but honestly he loves he loves him more than anything. he is a GOLDENDOODLE almost complete with training that he named little harold
as maintenance supervisor he takes his job seriously  
CONNECTIONS: 
-romantic: girlfriend, exs, hook-ups, crushes
maybe a friend that he doesn’t know if the feelings are just friends
hes known to be super into hook-ups and it could have happened
a girl hes had his eye on but is too embarrassed to talk to and when he does goes shy and messes up
fwb: like ya’ll get that friendship and that s*xship
please give him that i hate you while they are f*cking shit. love it. get kinky with yah boy then act like you cant stand him
-friends:
a best friend: someone he knew when he first got to chicago two years ago
drinking buddies
an enemy
someone he opens up to
ride or die
someone who has known his family friend? maybe they moved together to chicago maybe more can come from it
little harold gets out of his suite CONSTANTLY and finds this person
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let’s dig into this one
So the timeline for this is a bit strange, but this is when Clay discovered the Truth about Eve and Adam, about the origins of humanity, and the precursors themselves. It’s kind of subtly implied in the last memory that Clay was just starting to dig deeper and deeper, searching more and more into his genetic memory until he found the Truth. Additionally, Clay’s Bleeding Effect was out of control due to being forced to spend so much time in the Animus, and he was able to unintentionally access older memories, including that of Adam, his direct ancestor. Now, I’m not exactly sure if Juno gave him the Truth, or she found him while he was spelunking in his genetic memory, but either way, this is how she finds him. 
And this is where Juno informs him that it’s his fate to die to pass on a message to Desmond, and that this message can only be passed on with his death. He tried to fight it, but Juno also informed him about Lucy’s true allegiances, thus ensuring that he would never actually leave Abstergo. And also do exactly what Juno wants. 
I’m just. Gonna. 
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Along the way we hear a conversation between Clay and his father, with Clay excitedly telling him that he’s doing “real work” with William and Rebecca, only to be shot down and just... Sighs. The way that Harold just insists that money is what’s important, and then demanding that Clay support “this family”... We find out that Clay’s mother left, and like. With that, it becomes kind of clear that Clay isn’t supporting his family so much as being guilted into giving his father money. It just!! It sucks!! Because Clay was clearly desperate for a support system, for friends, a family, and he thought he found that with the Assassins! Except he got used and chewed up and spit out again!! 
We find an email from Clay’s mother, and ... phew. 
From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: explanation
Dear Clay, It's your mother. I hear things are going well for you at work. It seems like you're impressing everyone. I always knew you'd be important. Not much to miss here. It rained earlier today. I had to rush to close the upstairs windows before the bedroom soaked through. Your fathers renovation is nearly finished. All these cupboards to put stuff in. dinner will be a real party. Im sure you're wondering why I'm emailing you out of the blue for the first time and talking about the rain and dinner. I'm not exactly comfortable talking to you about thiss. I had to drink one and two rum and cokes before getting on here. You and Harold. You've always liked Harold. I did too but I cant forgive him like you. We never go out anymore. I have to take care of him. He doesn't want my help. This wasn't supposed tobe my life. Raising you and him. Two baby boys. I'm sorry I wrote that but it's truw. You'be always done such a good job taking care of your father. If I stay here I wan't make it clay. forgive me. By the time you read this I'll be on the road. Know that I still liove you. Mom
Sighs like. I kinda want to be mad at her, but more than anything I’m just looking at the Kaczmarek family and just coming to the conclusion that none of them need to be together or live together. Like -- it’s a story that’s all together too common, and rather unremarkable because of it. A dad and husband that has to be babied and practically raised, a son with expectations thrust onto him without any thought for what he wants... It hurts, but what hurts worse is the fact that this happens all the time. It’s not special. And Clay knew that. It’s why he went so hard for the Assassins. 
Something that’s interesting is that during Clay’s talk with his father, you can find a code imprinted onto the wall, written in braille. 
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It reads "The truth is constructed from lies” and there’s a couple different ways that that can be interpreted. 
I think the first thing I thought of was like... the concept of “history is written by the winners” and how the truth that we know in our day to day lives is probably not actually true, just created out of an attempt to lie to ourselves over what history actually is like. My next thought was that Lord of the Rings opening monologue of “And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth.“ and relating it back to how the story of Eve and Adam is actually a war of rebellion in the AC universe, only to be slowly transformed into a creation myth in various religions. 
Another thing to consider is the fact that this was found while Clay was talking to his dad about the Assassins (albeit indirectly), and the Creed being “Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted” is something that should be taken into account as well. The way it’s written in braille also brings to mind the phrase “blind to the truth” in my opinion, which Clay certainly was blind to what was actually going with William, and Lucy. 
The second code you can see is after you find the letter from Clay’s mother, and it’s the greek letter theta, Θ, in it’s capital form. You see it as you’re traversing a gap, and have to dodge around the pillars as the platform you’re on passes through them.  
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Historically, it was used in classical Athens as an abbreviation for θάνατος, Thanatos, the Greek god of the dead. It was used as a warning sign for death, similar to the skull-and-crossbones is used now. It survives on potsherds where people would vote for the death penalty by marking Θ on the tile. 
Directly after this symbol is seen, you hear one final exchange between Clay and Juno. 
Clay: I can see. What has been, what will be. Juno: Then what you must do is clear. Help Desmond Miles. Clay: I... No. Not me. I refuse! Juno: Thousands of years this message waited. Soon its promise shall be fulfilled. Go forth, with eyes open to all but the truth.
Now, this is a bit of something. What Clay is seeing is the Calculations, a catch all term for how the Precursors managed to project themselves into the future form when they were. It’s briefly mentioned by Jupiter that Minerva was always better at the Calculations than him, that it was “always her domain.” 
The way the Calculations work is like... hm. If you know the weight of a knife, the speed at which you throw it, the wind resistance on that day, you can pretty accurately predict where it lands, right? The Precursors managed to do that for everything. They mathed so hard that they predicted the future. 
The writers confirmed that part of Clay’s insanity, in addition to the Bleeding Effect, was because he saw too many of the Calculations, and that his line about “The sun... your son..” was a reference to what he saw. Now, this gets into a bit of like, meta knowledge, because at the time, ac3 wasn’t out yet. But the DLC of “The Tyranny of King Washington” is related, because it’s a possible future that was Calculated into existence, and that the Apple let Connor see. So the Calculations aren’t just visions, it’s possible to, with the right equipment, actually experience these things. 
But also, I can’t help but wonder -- did Juno maybe force Clay to see the Calculations, in order to manipulate him into seeing the messages she needed passed on? To sort of break him into being more pliable and thus less resistant to her desires? And what did she mean, “eyes open to all but the truth”? [shakes the screen] give me answers dammit
Food for thought. A lot of thought. 
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A Happy Man (Part 2)
A/N: Hello beauties! This is the sequel to my first ever angst piece “You’ll Be Okay” and I really love it! It’s loosely based off the song Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett! As always, if you enjoyed/have questions/comments/suggestions/all of the above, please let me know! I love hearing from y'all so much and I love you all to bits!
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“Have a nice Saturday love.”
Your phone buzzed on the end table next to your spot on the couch, indicating another incoming message from Harry. And just like every other day, you left the message unanswered. For the past 4 days, like clockwork, he had sent you a text at exactly 8:15am, wishing you a good day, and another at 9:30pm reminding you that he loves you. After walking out of yours and Harry’s hotel’s room 4 days ago, you had immediately flown home and showed up a sobbing mess at your parent’s doorstep. Upon the door opening, you found your father raising a baseball bat and your mother hidden on the staircase, in fear of an intruder – as it was the early hours of the morning – a sight you would laugh at if it were any other circumstance. Once your parents realized it was just you, and that you were a wreck, they quickly ushered you inside and to the couch, so you could explain what was wrong. That was days ago, and here you were, still seated in the same spot, staring off into space while your parents watched from the entryway.
“She’s going to start growing into the couch if she doesn’t move Y/M/N.” your dad whispered, or at least whispered as much as a dad was capable.
There was a small thud, and you knew your mom had gently smacked your father’s chest, “He meant a lot to her. She just needs some time.”
“And she can hear you both.” You turned your head to look at the two of them huddled together. “I appreciate you letting me crash here, but you don’t have to dote over me. I’m a big girl. Go to the Christmas Tree Shop or whatever it is you retired folk do.” You tried to crack a smile, but you knew it looked more like grimace.
“Oh hunny, you don’t have to thank us. You’re our baby, of course you are always welcome here.” Your mom cooed as she scuttled across the room to sit next to you and run her fingers through your hair, “Everything’s going to work itself out. I promise.”
“My offer still stands monkey. You let me know where he is, and I’ll go have a nice little chat with Harold.” Your dad smiled, still standing at the entryway.
“No dad. The last thing I want is for you to talk to him right now. It would only make things worse. I mean, I didn’t break up with him. I just told him I needed time. So that’s what I’m doing. Taking some time.” You took a deep breath, talking more to yourself than to your parents now, “Not broken up.”
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“She broke up with me, mum.” Harry’s groan was muffled by the thick white duvet as he laid face down on his hotel bed, still in yesterday’s clothes. “I’ve tried to talk to her every day, and there’s no reply.” Similarly to Y/N, Harry had spent the last 4 days in the same position; wallowing in self-pity and crying to his mother.
“She didn’t my dear. You told me what she said, and she just needs some time.” Anne was seated next to her son, running her hands through his short curls, “You have to understand where she’s coming from. The two of you have been strong for two years, this is just a small bump. Everyone goes through them.”
“Not us, mum. We don’t do this. We never fight, and we never walk away from each other. We’re best friends. Or, we were at least.”
“The two of you are two peas in a pod, don’t doubt that Harry. You have a very busy life, and I mean this with every ounce of love I have for you,” Harry turned his head to peak out from under the blanket to look at Anne, “but you do tend to put quite a lot on your plate. And you never were one for clearing your plate. You’ve been so focused on finding things to keep you busy during this time off, that you’ve put some things to the back burner. Some important things.”
It was like Harry was transported back in time, listening to the bustling streets below while everyone carried on with their lives. Like he wasn’t losing his mind 14 floors above their heads. He knew his mum was right. He always wanted to have a plan a, and a plan b, and plan c, but there was never a risk for that lifestyle before. Never the chance for his precisely planned life to cause such an uproar. But here he was, a weeping, snotty, mess because he planned for everything except his love leaving him.
“Let me ask you, Harry. All of the money, the designer clothes, the followers, notoriety, is it all what’s most important to you? Would you be the happiest with only that?”
His head was shaking before Anne could even finish her questions. There was no doubt in his mind that everything he has, everything his unprecedented luck has been able to provide him, meant nothing if he had no one to share it with. No one to come home to laugh about cute fan encounters with. Nothing without anyone to call up when the silence of empty hotel rooms becomes too much.  “Absolutely not.”
“Then in your heart, you know what to do.” She nodded and patted Harry’s back before getting up and disappearing through the front door.
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“Alright, look munchkin. I love you, you know that. But the ass that’s supposed to be making a dent in the couch is mine. I didn’t retire for you to beat me to it.” Your dad plopped down on the couch next to you. “You have a bed upstairs for that.”
“Can’t dad. ‘ve got pictures of him up there. Don’t wanna look at them right now.” You paused, hearing your mother on the phone, for the 4thtime today, “Who she keep talking to?”
You heard him huff next to you, “Who knows. She’s always got something new to gossip about these days. This week, it’s been about Martha leaving the office to go to the company upstairs.”
You were thankful for your dad. While your mother was always the one to sit you down and talk some sense into you when something was going awry, your dad was the comedic relief you needed. He always knew how to take your mind off of the seriousness of life. Which Is exactly what you needed right now.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, ya know, because of the reason you’re here and all, but you smell kid. I don’t know how it works across the pond, but over here we have these things called showers. It’s real neat, you go in and wash you-“
“Oh my god, shut up dad. We have showers for fucks sake.” You laughed, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the soft murmur of Netflix and your soft breathing filled the air.
“Everything’s going to work out darling. Everyone goes through a rough patch, and it was about time the two of you had yours.” He stopped for a moment, “You know, your mother and I separated for a couple of months.”
Your head shot up at that and looked wide eyed at your father. For your entire life, you idolized your parent’s relationship and wished for nothing more than to achieve what they have. You never would have imagined that they went through any sort of issues. “No you didn’t! When?”
“You were about a year old. I was working double shifts every week while she stayed home with you. She wanted to be able to be there for you every day, watch you grow, and I would have loved nothing more, but someone had to pay for all the diapers you shit in.” you both chuckled, “Me not being home was too much for her and she told me she needed time. Sound familiar?”
“How’d you get past it?”
“I had been staying with your uncle for a couple months, and then woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and told myself I was an idiot for walking away so easily. So, I went back to the house, sat her down, told her how much I loved her and that I was working so hard so that the two of you could have the best lives possible. That’s all I want – the two of you to be happy and not worry about anything.”
The tears were starting to form in your eyes, thinking about how similar your situation is to what your parents went through. Not wanting to sit and cry in front of your dad, again, you patted his knee and stood up.
“About time I go shower, yeah? Wash this stink off.” you smiled and made your way to the staircase, leading to the second floor of your childhood home.
“I love you kiddo.” Your dad called after you, making some warmth spread through your relatively cold body.
In any other situation, you would be disgusted with yourself that this was your first shower in 4 days. But showering was the last thing on your mind recently. As you stood under the searing water, you thought over everything your father had said. Everything he spoke about, you knew is how Harry felt. He told you every chance he got that he loved providing for you, loved being able to make you smile. And it didn’t take much. You got so much joy just by watching in achieve the things he dreamed of and standing behind the scenes to see just how much the love of your life has achieved. But that wasn’t what caused your departure. You had watched Harry make room in his busy life for countless people, so why couldn’t he do that for someone he loved? You thought back to your trip to Italy and hung your head. In his own way, you realized, he did.  After canceling your museum tour, he had the two of your sit in bed all night and watch a Italian historical documentary. Brought you to the private hotel pool with a bottle of wine after not being able to go to the beach and left you a note the morning of your cancelled breakfast date. You realized these were all ways he showed you he cared and wasn’t trying to put work ahead of you. And here you were, standing in your parent’s shower, ignoring all his loving messages every day, just so you could justify your leaving. Quickly shutting off the water, you grabbed a towel and made a beeline to your old room, needing to get dressed and find your phone. You had apologizing to do.
You ran down the stairs, after throwing on some old black sweats and a white t-shirt, your hair still dripping from the shower and leaving a trail of water in your path. Getting to the space you were occupying on the couch, you noticed that your phone was no longer on the charger, “Mom! Where did you move my phone?”
No response.
“Seriously mom! I need to use my phone.”
Again, not response, just the sound of glasses clinking in the kitchen.
“I can hear you in the kitchen. If you’re ignoring me because you’re on the phone with someone from the office, talking about Martha again, I swear I’m gon-“ you choked on your sentence upon entering the kitchen, where you expected to find your mother.
The two of you stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do or say. A wine glass was gently set down, and the room was so silent that you could hear the silent ringing it made when making contact with the marble countertop. You could feel your breathing start to pick up when he licked his lips and whisper a soft “Hi.”
“He – wha – what are you – how did?”
“I called your mom earlier. Told her I wanted to come. See you.”
You nodded, biting the inside of your lip, not knowing how to get past the awkward tension in the air. You had never experienced this with Harry, this foggy unknown feeling. And you hated it.
“Why.”
“Why what?” lines formed on his forehead
“Why – why would you want to see me?
He continued to just stare at you, like you just asked him the meaning of life, with his mouth agape and hands on now resting on top of the counter. “Because I love you. And I’m not letting this be over. I’m not.” He shrugged, “I know you sai-“
“I’m sorry.” You exclaimed, interrupting whatever he was about to say, “I’m sorry for assuming you cared more about work. I’m sorry for blaming you for cancelling things. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Before you knew what was happening, he had raced around the kitchen island and scooped you into his arms before your knees could buckled beneath you. Muffled gasps were coming from between your lips as Harry ran his hands over the back of your head.
“Shhh, hey none of that. It’s alright. You’re okay. I’m here.”
The two of you stayed locked in one another’s arms for what seemed like hours, making up for missing the feel of each other. Missing the way you could feel Harry’s heartbeat on your temple when hugging him. Him missing the feeling of your hands wound around his torso, toying with his back-belt loops. The two of you missing the comforting smell of the other. Slowly, once your crying subsided, Harry backed away slightly so that he could look at you.
“I think we have some stuff to talk about, yeah?” you nodded simultaneously and moved to sit down, facing each other, on the kitchen island stools. He gently picked up both your hands in his own, “Before you say anything, I need you to know I love you. I am so fucking in love with you that it makes my head spin. And when you walked out of that hotel room, I felt like I was drowning.” You moved to apologize again, but he quickly cut you off, “I don’t want to hear another apology out of you. Don’t ever apologize for your feelings. The hurt you’re feeling is yours to feel however you see fit.”
“I just, I don’t want you to think I’m asking you to choose, H. I would never. I know how much your career means to you, it means everything to me too. Watching you succeed and do what you love means the world to me.” You sniffled, trying make sure he understood that you support him in everything he does.
“But I would. I would choose. Because as much as I love the traveling and picking up new projects, and always being busy, I love you more. I love you more than all the sushi I could stomach in Japan. More than the packages Gucci sends me with new clothes. More than there are stars in the sky. So, I’mthe sorry one. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that, m‘love.” His eyes started to glaze over, accent getting thicker, as the threat of tears grew closer and closer.
“My career has given me more than I could ever ask for. This life I live gives me opportunities I never in a million years could have wished for. But absolutely none of it means anything if you’re not there to share it with me.” The smile that graced Harry’s face was brighter than anything you’ve ever seen on him. His dimples were prominent on his hair covered jaw, small crow’s feet loitered around the corners of his eyes, and his hands tightened in yours.
“But you should be able to do those things without worrying about me. About making sure I’m alright. You’re so young and so successful Harry! You shouldn’t have to worry about how I’m feeling 24/7. You should be able to do what you want, when you want it.  To be your own person.” You argued, knowing that this argument was slowly fleeting, as your love for the man in front of you was overpowering any doubts you had.
“I know who I am, doll. But I also know that I’m better with you. I’m better when I wake up to see your hair sprawled all over the bed. Better when I see you in that black dress that makes it hard for me to breathe. Better when you’re around. So, if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower again, or drive a new sports car, that’s okay.”  he shrugged, seeing your inner turmoil in your eyes, “Because if the only thing that I have in life is your hand in mine, then I could die a happy man.”
You took your hand out of his hold to brush away the tears that had made their way down your puffy cheeks. Guilt flooded through your veins for ever thinking that Harry loved you any less than how he described. So, you leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips, needing him to know you loved him just the same.
“I quite like the Eiffel tower.” You whispered once your lips disconnected from his, and a small chuckle left his lips,
“I know petal. I just want you to know that I don’t need a fancy destination because you’re my great escape. My sense of normalcy in this crazy life. You’re the one I want to repaint the living room while listening to Sinatra radio and dance around the fireplace with.”
You knew when starting this relationship that things would get difficult, what with being in the public eye and all the moving around. But you also knew that it was all worth it. It was worth it when you got to see Harry after walking off stage, after his morning jog, with his tongue sticking out between his lips while jotting things down in his journal. All the scrutiny was worth it when you got to slow dance in the kitchen or lounge all day with Evie. And no amount of rescheduling or cancellations would change that.
“Did you really just try to flex your Gucci deliveries to me?”
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tscosi (2017-) ep4-6 review under the cut
ep 4 phone home
“brian, are you a genius?” this is such!!! a cute line!! you know that meme that’s like “it’s so hot” “it’s the heat” ? that meme except “it’s so friendly” “it’s the friendship”
as an undergrad preparing for honours in two years...mood about the “life of crime option”
“did you mean........stretch”
arkady’s motivational speech
“we are not losing that bean bag chair” and then sana’s fond little “hmm”.....harold
awkward awkward awkward 
arkady doesn’t know how to take a compliment and i think that’s incredibly valid of her
 “thank you violet.” “thank you violet.” 
jeeter u gotta take it back sana is everyone’s real mother
“it’s a joke krejjh.” “HOW?”
“help the poor girl out she’s got no other way to show emotion” brian just scalped arkady in front of literally everyone
“it’s cultural” and WHAT a culture it is
thasia mention yeet yeet
hello?? sana is literally the kindest most loving person alive?? we stan a mother hen
ep 5 the carmen gambit
hello!!! first appearance of ishani’s singing voice!!!
“yeah and violet would be dead” oh the crush is coming out in FULL FORCE fellas
hmm WHAT arkady got drunk after episode 1??? bc she was so guilty??? how did i just block that out?? 
“sucks being the scum of the earth but gotta play to my strengths” arkady??? u good??? u need a hug or anything???
arkady: hey sana u and campbell are getting close, right? right?
sana: yeah okay but you and violet 
arkady: i CANT BELIEVE YOUVE DONE THIS
i forgot ricky q was set up this early, this elevator ride really is the gift that keeps on giving
“ready to break some traffic laws?” *tire screech* miss sana is a CRIMINAL and i LOVE her
arkady enjoying opera is quite possibly the funniest and perfect thing about her
okay not to be soft on main but any time sana calls arkady “kady” 10 years are added to my life
BECKY. HEY BECKY
ep6 parallel
time for my FAVOURITE episode!!
“that’s what we call an arkady question” it sure is, brian. it sure is.
hello for some reason my brain knew this was a good episode but Very Clearly Forgot that this is the ep with the kitchen scene?? i’m already sobbing arkady is absolutely guilt-ridden somebody hug her for goodness sake
“you said regime, not republic” “im aware” HELLOOO
okay i know arkady likes to shit on krejjh’s love advice but showing violet her mint plant ABSOLUTELY worked
and arkady is absolutely now and forever in krejjh’s debt
“why are you here?” “what?” arkady was not fkn expecting that lmao
“you’re smiling” “sometimes i smile, every now and then” arkady is hella beaming and you absolutely cannot take that away from me
arkady’s panicked “I WAS NEVER HERE” to jeeter is such hilarious voice acting. WHERE is ishani’s award
every conversation between krejjh and brian is SO loving and hilarious im emoooo
ep7 root systems
hm my least fav episode bc i...do not like ricky q
cindy does a VERY convincing sick person voice lmao
camOOOflajjj
“it’s alright kiddo, be brave” sana PLEASE let someone give you a hug
lenny is a sarcastic piece of shit how is he still alive
“i was gonna sneak up on you” “im so proud of you” ........i’m soft
“it was just a cough” was...was arkady worried? about violet?? she’s so far gone it’s insane
“kady...” yes i love vikady but i would be lying to myself if i said that there’s no chemistry between sana and arkady. they have ALL the hallmarks of gentle loving exes and yes i WILL die on this hill
krejjh getting emo over their friends falling in love is a VERY relatable mood
ricky q is SUCH a snot lmfao
wow i do really forget how sad arkady’s past is. like. ://
OOF has park?? already defected?? bc making sure all of the transmission gets played feels like he’s trying to stall for time
fear for the storm first appearance!!
“believe me when i say I’d do anything for this crew, and that’s not an offering, that’s a threat” SANA YOU KNOW I’D DIE FOR U RIGHT
mx mccabe i lov uuu
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wellthatwasaletdown · 6 years
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Well since some r throwing in a confession here’s mine:
I got into 1D a little bit when I heard pillowtalk..hold on let me explain. I didn’t know who sung it. I had to research n found out it was zayn. I was mind blown. At first, I saw n heard of 1D when i was in college. (Yea I’m old, 1990 baby!) So, I never gave interest. They were on Good Morning America singin ‘what make you beautiful’. I thought they were a teen/kid fan type band n the blonde one was the leader (Niall). I just assume everyone love the blondes in boybands. Smh plz again mind my ignorance. After pillowtalk, I started searching the group songs n videos, becuz i really liked zayn voice. I finally got sucked into liking the group. FOUR is my favorite album. Now, I didn’t like harry but i did like him. I just felt like he was pushing too hard to b likeable/loveable. He felt less real. However, I dig his voice. The prince title SOTT drove me in the holo hype. I’m a die hard prince fan so I’m like let me see if he really worth the hype. Yeah, he got my $1.69 for that song n he can have that. That’s all he will ever get.lol Any comparison he gets with legends pisses me off. He cant even handle hitting the only high note of his career to his only hit song and HE’S YOUNG. Come on harold!
By the way again, love ur blog, you all always have me laughing!
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Eddie: Eddie was so releived it was all over. That clown and the clowns creative tricks. He heard the sirens all over and knew that something big happened. He thought it might be IT or news of his house, but right now it was Harold's dad murdered. Eddie turned off the news and lean back on his bed. "My mom is not aware you are here." He told Richie. "So, so keep your voice down. " He said. "I will get us snacks, but you have to keep your voice down. Do you think you can manage being quiet?" He stood up and went to the door. He propped his hand on his hip and looked back at him. He had a serious face, that turned into a half smile. the adreneline was still all too high from the killing of the clown. "Well, can you shut your pie hole while I go get us pie?"
Richie: Richie knew on some level, at some adult level of thinking that he should go home and maybe hug his mom or something stupid like that. That was what kids were supposed to do when they just did something dangerous and stupid (and awesome, it was awesome too). He still had adrenaline pumping through him and he knew just about everyone else had gone home and gotten all right with their parents, but Richie couldn't stomach it. He just couldn't. Sticking with Eddie was just...easier. He flopped down on Eddie's bed with a loud sigh, flinging his limbs out as far as he could and practically laying on top of him. "You're just jealous cause your mom wants me so bad," he said. "Hey Mrs. K-" he started to yell, letting his voice get just a little louder before chuckling, the smile draining from his face a little. "You mom can suck my dick," Richie said suddenly his voice actually low this time. "Do you know how many times I called you and she hung up on me?" He pursed his lips. "We did super fucked up shit today. It was like becoming men. We're men now and we didn't have to say any Jewy shit to do it like Stan did. Yeah, we deserve to eat like kings!" His voice rising again as he lifted his arm in triumph.
Eddie: "Alright, you have inhaled too much grey water." He pointed at him. "Shh. Stop wanting to have intercourse with my mom. She's old and you'd get stuck in there." He wrinkled his nose at the thought. "sh." He snapped his finger and went out to get pie. His mom was taking a nap on her recliner. He grabbed some juice boxes and put them on top. He went into the room and sat down. "I heard Bill and Bev made out with tongue." he said. He set the pie down on his desk and carefully cute them a slice. He set the pie down. "I just took like 3 baths and I still feel gross. I hope that will pass!"
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Richie: Richie thought about it for a second and then nodded, sagely, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You're right. I heard that women get all sandy down there when they get old. It would be like putting your dick in sandpaper," he said and sighed heavily, flopping back down on the bed when Eddie went out of the room. He would go, but then he'd talk more and waking Mrs. K up from a nap was never a good thing. "What really?" Ritchie asked, for a moment truly surprised. "I thought Bill was gonna be a virgin forever." He shook his head. "I can't belive Bill is pulling more girls than me this summer. It's cause I've had to take care of your dumb asses the whole time," he said, taking a causal swipe at Eddie's hair, ruffling it. "Eds, you're probably cleaner than I've ever been in my whole life." He took a bite of pie and snorted. "And you let me rub myself all over your bed."
Eddie: "Gross, and gross. Stop it. " He said to everything he was saying. He ate his pie and had to remember to change his sheets before bed. "If you want to get a girlfriend, then you need to hang around girls. Duh." He tapped Richie on the head. "Not at an arcade." He teased. "Which I can not believe you go to. There is underage smoking there." He ate his pie and nodded. "Yeah, and I even heard that some people smoke pot. " He finished up his pie and put his plae down on the desk.
Richie: "You mean you don't like talking about your mom's sandy vagina?" Richie said, leaning close to Eddie and grinning in an almost manic way. He snorted. "I don't want a girlfriend. Girls are boring. Except for Bev. She's fine. For a girl." He lifted his shoulder and laughed. "Yeah, didn't anyone tell you? Smoking is cool. I'd do it, but I'm not great at shoplifting," he said, taking another bite of his pie and grinning at Eddie. "Dude, we're practically adults now. We should be smoking pot. Drinking beer. We only have...whatever days till school starts again. We should be living life. The not in sewers kind."
Eddie: "I mean. My mom has cigarettes. If you want to. I guess I should try. I mean I did almost die by clown." He said. He felt a small bit of fear from it, even if they killed it. Or he thought they did. It was stilla round.. He could come back in 27 years. "It was real weird seeing Georgie. even if it wasn't really him." He said. He closed his eyes. "You dont want a girlfriend? " He asked. "Or you cant get one? " He teased
Richie: Richie finished inhaling the pie and tossed the plate on the carpet, mostly because he wanted to get a rise out of Eddie. "Yeah!" Richie said, his eyes getting even wider behind his glasses. "You have to go steal them, right now. Oh! I can distract your mom, she might kick me out, but we'd have cigarettes then." He felt his steam powered full ahead line of thinking studder to a halt at the thought of Georgie. Before, he'd thought of Georgie as kind of annoying, always wanting Bill's time and shit. He'd felt a little guilty ever sense. "Yeah. Weird," he said softly and the brightened, glad the subject was quickly changed. He tackled Eddie back to the bed. "Why do I need a girlfriend when I got you," he said and laughed, tickling at Eddie's sides. "You're naggy and always try to correct me on shit. That's what girlfriends do."
Eddie: "Yeah, well" He kicked his legs to get Richie to stop tickling him. "I am not a girl. you idiot. I am clearly a male." He stated as he stood up. "No, I can get the stupid cancer sticks on my own. " He nodded. He went to the door. "You stay here. " He felt his face flush a tint pink around his freckled nose. He went to the living room and grabbed her cigarettes. He pulled out one. They only needed one. He was not going to spoil his lungs with much. He left the room. She caught him, but only the back of him. "Mommy loves you, my little sweet potato." he went back to sleep. He went into the bedroom and tossed the cigarette on the bed "There I did it. But we can not smoke here. We must go outside."
Richie: Richie fell back when Eddie kicked him, huffing a little bit and holding his chest. "Damn, Eddie, you almost kicked me in the balls!" He snorted. "Your dick's so small you might as well be a girl," he felt compelled to reply, smiling almsot angelically after. He sat on the bed and watched Eddie go, grinning at the flush on his cheeks. Eddie looked pretty like a girl when he was all blushy. It was kind of annoying. But Richie couldn't stop thinking about it. He was thinking about it so hard he was startled when Eddie came back and felt flushed himself, and shook his head fast, sitting up and looking innocent even though he'd done nothing wrong. "Damn Eddie, you're such a badass," he said when Eddie came back with the cigarettes. "I'm an expert of sneaking out of your window," he said and winked, going over and starting to play with the latches.
Eddie: "Yes, you are a real deal criminal." He said as he crossed his arms and watched him sneak out. He looked back at the door, and decided to take the window route too. He carefully removed his body from his room and stepped lightly on the ground. He cut his leg a little on the window sill and huffed as he pulled a bandaid from his pocket. He always had one on hand. He put it over his scar. "The best place we can go right now, is the woods. "
Richie: "Fuck yeah I am. Did you see me down in that well? Only a real criminal can brain someone with a bat like that," Richie said as he climbed out of the window. He looked over at Eddie when he climbed out and winced when he saw Eddie had cut himself. "Are you gonna go on about AIDS for the whole time we're out now? Don't get infected or bleed out on me, I'm too tired to be british," he said and put a dramatic arm around Eddie's neck, leaning against him. He looked up towards the woods and shrugged. THey used to be kinda scary, but now? Nothing really was. "Yeah lets do it."
Eddie: "No, I will not discuss aids, although you should really be worried about the possiblities. " He told Richie. "It's a serious matter you know." He felt Richies arms around him and ever sincesummer started, Richie had been less about video games and more about spending time with the guys, mostly him. He also was a lot more touchy? Which Eddie secretly did not mind. Did Richie know how caring he became during the IT era? Always proteting Eddie before anyone else. The thoughts and the feelings were confusing. Eddie knew Richie to like girls and like them alot. He walked to a old broken down windmill. "Right here is ideal." He stated. "Before we begin I need to check for my inhaler."
Richie: "I'm not going to lick your AIDS blood, I'll be fine," he said and rubbed his palm against Eddie's cheek as they walked towards the woods. "Hey, Eds, if you didn't get a asthama attack while we were killing that fucking clown, I think you're good," he said and stole the cigarette pack from Eddie. "Hey, did you get a lighter too?"
Eddie: "I do not have aids.If I did, then jokes on you. You also will get it. We cut hands and you touched mine" He said, he still had his stupid cast on. "I do not havea lighter, but I do have matches. You never know when you need to make a bond fire."He pulled out a box of matches. "Here." He said. "You start it." Richie: "I knew it," Richie said, his eyes getting wide. "I knew you were evil behind that cute smile and perfect hair," he said and shoved Eddie lightly in the chest. "You're trying to take me down with you." Richie snorted and rolled his eyes. "If I knew you were talking about setting shit on fire, I'd say that was cool, but I know you mean for nerdy stuff." He shook out a match and pulled out a cigarette, putting it on his lip. Or trying to, to be all cool with those guys that just rested it there, but it fell right down to the ground. "I think these cigarettes are broken," he grumbled and picked it up, dusting it off and putting it back in his mouth, clamping down harder on it and lighting the match. He took one pull on it and let out a hacking cough, bending over and feeling like he was choking.
Eddie: Eddie watched him fail with the first cigarette. He saw him hacking and coughing and went over to pet his back. "Richie, maybe smoking is not meant to be for you. And thank god for that." He pulled out his inhaler. "Here." He put itbetween his lips. "Breath in."
Richie: "Hey, maybe it's just a faulty cigarette," he said and coughed again, wrinkling his nose. "I'm going to try again," he added, sitting up and looking a little wide eyed at Eddie when he put his inhaler in his mouth. That was deep. Eddie put this thing in his mouth, and he went on and on about how dirty mouths were. Richie took a breath in and coughed a little more when the medecine hit the back of his throat but then started to breath easier. "Now Bill and Bev aren't the only one's swapping spit," he said and wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie, looking pointedly at the inhaler.
Eddie: "Ew. Why are you disgusting." He hissed and took his ihnaler and put it back, reminding himself to clean it later. "Try again, mister dean. No one is stopping you." He took the cigarette and held it between his lips. He lit it and inhaled a lung ful of smoke. He knew how to inhale something because of his inhaler. He blew the smoke out of his lips and nostrils. "It's not hard." He handed it over to Richie.
Richie: Richie looked at Eddie with an expression of naked admiration. He was a little annoyed that Eddie made it all look so seemless, but he did and it was just...cool. Eddie was cool, with little whisps of cigarette smoke curling around his face. Even with that fucking fanny pack around his waist. Richie was jealous. That's what it was. He took the cigarette, and felt his cheeks heat up again. "I got it started for you, that's why it was so easy. You're just taking credit for my work, jerk off," Richie said and took the cigarette back. He tried inhaling it again and it still tasted like ass, but he kept it down and let the smoke out of the side of his mouth like they did in movies. "Cool," he said and took another gross drag off of it before handing it back to Eddie.
Eddie: "I guess so. I read there is rat poision in these. It's best we not get addicted." He tossed the cigarette to the ground. "There, how does it feel knowing you have rebelled against the law?" He asked. He heard more sirens headed to Harold's house. "Should we check it out?" He asked.
Richie: "You read too much," Richie complained and watched Eddie toss the cigarette. "It sucks the fun out of everything, Eds." He leaned against the barn and considered for a second, putting his hands behind his head. "I do feel like my dick grew an inch," he said, considering. "Rebelling does that to you. You should do it more often." He heard the sirens and frowned. "Fuck yeah. I want to see what that's about." He knew a short cut and took Eddie's wrist, pulling him through the field and ducking under a broken fence.
Eddie: "Ah, my wrist. Be careful. I only have one that is functioning!" He announced as they ran towards the sirens in the back way part. "I don't awnt to hear about your dick. Eddie. No one does." He said. He had experienc his body reacting to some things. One in particular happening when he was watching Back to the future and felt that Michael j fox was... or maybe it was the woman who played his mom. Anyway, it didnt matter then or now. Rickie was holding his arm in a nice way and it was nice in a way.
Richie: "Liar!" Richie called back brightly. "Everyone wants to hear about my dick. Espeically you." He smiled back at him but kept moving, getting closer to the house. He slowed down as they got closer, but he didn't dropp Eddie's arm, his fingers still curled around his wrist, squeezing a little. "What do you think they're all here for?" he asked, a little hushed as the got closer to the police cars in the drivway, lights flashing over the feild. There was an ambulance too, and some guys carrying a gurney into the house.
Eddie: Eddie watched with interested. "oh probably because its a murder." He teased Richie. "Or a sucide, but I tihnk murder. his father liked being in charge too much. Harold probably did it. I mean he looked crazy at the well." He reminded Richie. "I mean people went missing, but now there is a real deal murder. People will want to know."
Richie: Richie knew they really must have been through some shit, becasue the idea of a regular old murder seemed to be kind of...normal. At least compared to ancient evil clown things. "Harold's always been a crazy mother fucker," Richie said and spat on the ground for good measure. "But I guess he was crazier," Richie said and frowned, finding that his hand was slipping lower on Eddie's wrist so their hands were sort of clasped together. "You think Harold killed him?" Richie said and then pointed wildly, hsi voice rising. "Look! A fuckin body bag like in the movies." One of the cops turned as if he heard something and Richie tugged Eddie down into the tall grass with him.
Eddie: Eddie looked at him when he touched his waist. It seemed like a very kind thing to do, a personal touch. He did like rom coms. He watched them in secret all the time. Well not this summer, but like fall time. With his mom. He sometimes dreamed of being the girl. That day Bev was in her undies and everyone was looking, (including Richie) Eddie mostly just dreamed of being her. He knew it was a weird thought that made no lick of sense to anyone. He ducked down on the grass "Well, they have to use a bag to move the body " He whispered. "look." He pointed out. "Harold. They have him in handcuffs!
Richie: Richie tugged Eddie closer when he saw that Harold was being brought out of the house, feeling a sort of protectiveness surge through him. "That asshole is finally gonna get what's coming to him," Richie breathed, and it was almost a relief, knowing that he'd be behind bars for awhile. If not there would be no way he wasn't coming to send all of them to the hospital. "The rest of them aren't gonna believe this shit," he said, shaking his head a little. Richie felt something wild and destructive surge up in him and he stood up and cupped his hands over his mouth. "Have fun getting butt fucked in prison, dickwad!" Richie shouted, seeing Harold turn his beady eyes their way.
Eddie: Eddie surrended her fears to Richie and let him hold him like that. He had no idea why Richie was being like this. a soft kindness that didnt really fit him normally. Eddie snickered and grabbed his leg when he stood up. He closed his eyes and held in a laugh. He stood up and huffed. "I do hope you have some lube with you!" He added as an insult. "come. we should go."HE turned to run before adults saw them and went after them.
Richie: Richie thought for a second that Eddie might chastize him for...well, doing the thing that he did. Being loud and obnoxious. But he joined right in and Richie felt something surge in his chest. Eddie was surprisingly awesome sometime. For a prissy looking kid who always wore a fanny pack he was so fucking cool. Richie let out a loud laugh and started to run, running after Eddie and diving into the woods, starting to bob and weave just in case they were being followed. "I'm teaching you so well," Richie said when he thought they were far enough away, tugging Eddie into a sideways kind of hug.
Eddie: He hugge dhim back. "No, I taught myself!" He blushed. He raced him back to a pile of trees. He stopped to take a breath. "It's getting dark. " He said. "Should we go back? My mom will come looking for me if I dont."He said. "I think we should."He said. He walked with Richie back to his house and carefully helped Richie climb into his bed room. He jumped up and had him help him in. He got into his room and went out to tell his mother goodnight. She was in bed and wanted a kiss. He kissed her and went back to his room. He remove his shirt and pants and went to grab pjs. "You can wear my biggest pjs. They will feet your tall weird ass."He said. "Let's watcha movie?"
Richie: Richie could see Eddie blushing, even in the setting sun and smiled, reaching out to pinch his cheeks a little before laughing and running off again. He climbed back into the window and reached for Eddie, pulling him into the room and then shutting the window tight. He kicked off his shoes and sighed, remembering for a second that he hadn't told his parents where he was, but then remembered they didn't care. He grinned when Eddie came back froms aying goodnight to his mother. "Did you give her a big wet kiss?" he teased and pursed his lips, making kissy sounds. "And don't be jealous, Eds. Just cause everything about me is extra long," he said and raised his hand for a high five, even though he was pretty sure he wasn't going to get one. Eddie never gave him one. Well...no one did. But at least Stan wasn't here to give him shit about it. He nodded. "What you got?"
Eddie: He sighed and looked at his hand. "no" He shook his head. He grabbed a long shirt and shorts and tossed it at him. He knew most of his clothes were too big for him, because he wasnt very fat or tall. He laid on his bed. "oh, I forgot my mom took my tv out of my room for disobeying her. But, that's fine. We could read togetjher?" He suggested with a smile. "Or play board games, or I can ask my mom for my tv? But you have to hide!
Richie: Richie took the clothes and started to change, sahking his head. "None of you assholes have any taste," he said sadly, before pulling on the clothes that Eddie gave him. They were too tight, but kind of okay. He sat down on the bed and sighed a little. "Naw, don't worry about it. You got any comic books?" he asked. "I don't give a shit what we do," he decided after a moment and yawned extravagently. "You should steal more pie though."
Eddie: "I will get us snacks. I have comic book yes, third drawer. I also found a play boy and brought it home. It's still in it's package." He smiled and walked out toget little debbie snacks and juice again. He came back into the room. "Did you find it?" He asked a bit too excited.
Richie: "Dude really?" Richie said, when Eddie said he had a playboy. Richie hadn't ever actually seen one. But he knew it was the holy grail of contraband kids weren't supposed to find. He reached into the drawer and pulled it out, marveling at the cover. There were boobs. And that was good right? He nodded and looked it over, then jumped when Eddie came back into the room. "Yeah, yeah its right here. I can't beleive it Eds. Boobs. Right here."
Eddie: "I got it from the next door neighbor. His wife threw it at him in plastic, and he left it there." Eddie hadnt really looked at it. "Boobs."He giggled and sat down. "Have you ever been kissed before, like really? I havent"
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Do you think that Keith and Axca are actually related like could they be siblings. Because Keith's mom was galra and his father was human. So Axca who is a girl is more galra than human and Keith who is a boy is more human than galra.
TBH???
My feelings for these two are quite complex? I think? Bc at the first glance I was like BOOM. KEITH’S MOM. MYSTERY SOLVED UNLIKE BUZFEED UNSOLVED.
But ofc then, after reading comments and theories and whatnot, I was like ‘yo, true true, a sibling could be?’ 
And tbh, I like the sibling connection WAY more, and we know for SURE that there’s something going on between these two or at least something is building up where these two will be the main topic around it. 
If they ARE siblings, god, it could be a lil heartbreaking tbh? bc ….I mean, maybe they were both lonely through out most of their lives? Until they found ppl to call their own family bc they didn’t have anyone else?
So once they realize that they have a connection, blood? bonds? and they find out they are family? God, imagine the heart break that the only one you could call blood family is on the side you are fighting against.
Like, they trying to reach out the other, to convine them to join them bc they are family and they are supposed to be together, like they were meant to be, but it hurts so much bc they cant and wont, and they both know it. 
And just because I’m such a lil shit, I can’t take this scenario out of my head. 
Axca pants, left arm hanging limp on her side but gun still raised high in defense. It looks precise, steady and so damn deathly but God, can she feel the faint tremble and she hates that she knows the reason why.
Keith just stares at her, heavy breathing from his mouth as bood keeps falling from his nose and the gash on his forehead, covering most his right eye in a deep red. It looks wrong, so wrong. They are supposed to be fighting side by side, they have always been supposed to be fighting together not against each other.
A push a way. The trigger it’s only a push away and she can’t do it. 
“Come with me,” Axca mumbles, swallowing the lump on her throat and scowling at herself when her voice wavers, “Join us. Join our cause, your legacy.”
How many times have they had this argument. How many times have they fought, nail and foot, for the other one to see the truth about their fighting beliefs. How desperate were they to convince the other to joing them because they can’t let go of the small part of hope that the other meant for them to have a family, the family they had been taken from them since the begining. 
Why is it so bad to have your family by your side? Is that so wrong?
“You belong with us, your people, your blood.” Axca snarls, angry tears at the edge of her eyes but refusing to fall, “You belong with me, by my side, as my brother.” 
It’s only a tick, but it’s enough for her to actualy enlight a spark of hope inside her. 
It gets crushed as soon as Keith sighs and leans back, a resigned sad look on his dark blue eyes.
“I don’t.” Keith whispers, “I don’t belong with you -”
Another step back and her finger twtiches dangerously. 
“I have never belonged to you and your people -” 
The ringing noise in her eyes grows, her vision becomes blurry and there’s a burning sensation in her stomach.
“I belong with my family,” Keith, shoulders dropping in relief as the echoes of Team Voltron’s voices start appearing around them, one by one, getting louder by the second, “You’re not them. You’ll never be them. I’m sorry.”
And then he turns. He gives her his back, as if she wasn’t holding a gun at him, only a breath away from the trigger. As if she wasn’t the enemy but actually someone to be trusted.
Something spills, her voice cracks but her words echo around them as the trigger goes off.
“Me too, brother.”
*looks over the shit I just wrote* Yeah, so it’s 2 am, I’m allowed to be shitty. 
A N Y W A YS I GOT CARRIED AWAY. Basically, I love siblings relationships between the entire team Voltron are just precious but,…damn, it woul dbe really interesting to see what the HECK is going on between these two because we KNOW for sure they ARE connected somehow!!!! S O ME OHW HAROLD. 
idk who harold is, dont ask me.
So yeah! I suck at theories, but I can make shitty scenarios, so eeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.
Keith doesnt die…btw, like, it sounds like it, but he doens’t. COme on. 
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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream
this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd
pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh
The Hargreeves siblings are dead.
Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.
When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.
He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.
Anyway.
Klaus.
He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.
Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.
“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.
His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”
Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.
Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”
Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.
Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry. 
And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)
The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.
righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol
five shows up
he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts
god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk
somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober
or maybe hes high for all eternity?
for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober
so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers
asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry
he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,
if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,
ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless
and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge
five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him
dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse
OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along
i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((
for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist
IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK
okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.
1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves
after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit
which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse
bc theyd:
trust each other more
already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge
are working as a team from the very beginning
have open lines of communication
yeah uh. so there
vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen
oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf
there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar
so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise
okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd
2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist
this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on
subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk
aaaaaa
five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd
is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting
either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train
3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back
this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO
basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk
4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist
five with a gun but hes sad now
i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different
and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??
SCREAMS
i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)
subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something
yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd
subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind
i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa
okay jesus christ i think that’s all
I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3
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If you could change anything about the direction aos has taken and the plots they've used, what would you change?
Y’ALL this is a loaded question. lemme keep this brief also general trigger warning for self harm/suicide mention
a) aos was promoted as a look behind the scenes of shield, their tagline was “not all heroes are super” but WAIT HANG ON A MINUTE WE FORGOT THAT YES THEY HAVE TO BE and don’t me wrong here i love that agents of shield is superhero daisy johnson’s origin story but the original concept was so good???? like a little ragtag group of regular people coming together and dealing with superhero shit??? amazing
b) goodbye winter soldier u ruined the team bus family
c) things get so dragged out and repetitive??? hydra just kept coming back in different ways, fs got dragged out for so long, ward just kept getting dragged into the plot, how many similar shady organizations have we seen, etc etc time to let some things go
d) this ties into the dragging things out thing but- shorter seasons. look I wasn’t wild about the three “pod” s4 thing when they first talked about it but it WORKED. I liked the tighter storylines. like I know most people want as much of this show as they can get but imagine if they kept the seasons shorter I feel like they could tell a better story
e) I would get them some gosh darn honest to goodness burn your eyeballs out powered by the sun blindingly bright fricking lightbulbs
f) buddy the dog is there with no explanation he’s just there also he’s the new director
g) lets handle self harm and suicide and depression a little better please it would be great for my mental health ok thanks
h) i honestly cant remember what most of season three was about so i guess we can scrap the whole thing????? except for 4722 hours?????
i) bobbi and hunter wouldn’t get written out of the show just to go die in canceled spin off land
j) I ACTUALLY REALLY PREFER THE WHOLE MONSTER OF THE WEEK STRUCTURE??? this also ties back into point d but like season long plots are fine and all but the case of the week adventures in season one were so much fun and it helps me actually remember what happened in each episode (see point h)
k) we could talk about the shows (and the fandoms) treatment of characters who aren’t white or straight or male but i don’t get paid enough/am not in a position to accurately discuss such things. just know that i have eyes and i have seen u all. i’ve seen what you all are capable of. i remember.
l) listen. LISTEN. you know what we really need? a new graphics design team. we could add a new vfx team too but that’s for a whole other reason
m) everything about will daniels is the same except he’s played by someone else. idk. bob morley. i dont care. just not dill pickles.
n) more backstories. which i think they actually got better with in s4 but like, what do we even know about half of these main characters, let alone side characters???
o) why spend half a season on inhumans just to drop the afterlife inhuman community thing and then two years later make an inhuman show but without the inhumans you introduced on aos like its such a mess
p) [insert name of every dead character ever] lives
q) we’re bringing back the night night guns
r) women dont HAVE to punch people to be strong characters ok most of our female characters here on aos are involved in stem but they only get to have “cool badass female empowering moments” when they fight someone like whats up with that
s) longer lasting consequences (im look @ u fitz’s magical disappearing brain damage or every time the government is like “this is the end of shield!!1!” but shield is still there or the fact that people dont have more emotional trauma over the things that have happened???)
t) you get a redemption arc you get a redemption arc everyone gets a redemption arc i dont even care (yes even THAT PERSON. WHOEVER YOU ARE THINKING OF RIGHT NOW. THEY GET REDEEMED. OK BYE)
u) every so often people just stare directly into the camera like on the office. don’t question it.
v) harold the hungry space rock was actually undercover in hydra but is really a shield agent and he joins the team and has a badge and everything. don’t question it.
w) closure on certain characters. like yeah sure some of them they don’t want to give closure on because maybe they’ll come back some day but like where is joey. where is mike. what happened. explain.
x) 4x15 never happened. end of story. bye.
y) lbr i would’ve canceled aos and let these incredibly talented actors and actresses move on to better things a while ago
z) literally just read this all the replies to this tweet okay there are way more serious issues that could have been dealt with in this list that i didn’t even want to get into but there are some good opinions in those replies and at the end of the day none of it matters because this is the show that we have and this isn’t the framework. we can’t just get rid of our regrets re: this show. and im sure if we could, we would just find new things to complain about 24/7  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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