#eleven who looks at a man who has never been treated like a person and in her last moments thinks of her mother and the fact that

[bylertruther]

kinda cool how in season one eleven escapes the lab thinking she's the monster & in season four eleven escapes the lab again knowing she never was and that none of what happened was ever her fault.

and how in season two she goes on a journey to figure out part of her past and is told by another of the lab's victims that she needs to find strength in pain and anger & in season four we saw that it was her mother calling her by her real, human name and telling her that she loved her that gave her enough strength to overpower evil and banish it from their dimension, not the hurt and rage she felt at her being taken away. and that again, she was able to perform a miracle and bring her friend back to life by thinking of the love she showed her and the way she had always treated her like she was a human being.

she and her story are just really cool, methinks.

#being selflessly loved and treated like a human being what gives characters who have never once been shown that before without having to #give something back in return the strength to fight back and reach their final form is something that can be so personal #like. why am i crying in the club right now #terry called her JANE not a number but a NAME a real HUMAN name and told her she loved her! #and max treated her like a PERSON like a GIRL not a weapon or a superhero and she never asked eleven to do anything for her #she just loved her and treated her like a normal girl like a normal friend #and it was THAT which gave eleven the most strength #eleven who has always had to give in order to get eleven who gets punished whenever she steps outside of the box people put her in #eleven who didn't know that people could LIKE things until season three eleven who had never felt like a girl until season 3 #eleven who finds her strength to release herself from henry's vines when she looks at max and remembers tht she has to fight #for her the same way that max fought for her then bc she loves her she loves her friend so much #eleven who looks at a man who has never been treated like a person and in her last moments thinks of her mother and the fact that #she was loved and she was given a name that she is still a person despite everything that there is still kindness in this world and #THAT is what gives her the strength to save herself and literally unmake him and tear a fucking hole in time and space like. #are you kidding me bro how do u expect me to realize all of that and NOT cry like 😭 #the power of love... and being treated like a human being... to be seen and understood... there is always a light to be found in the dark #i'm . someone sedate me please for the love of god SEDATE ME PUT ME DOWN SHOOT A HORSE TRANQUILIZER AT MY ASS PELA SE

[saphira-approves]

Something something professional artist jargon something something insert art knowledge here—whatever I want to talk about the book covers

So you’ve got Eragon, with a 3/4 portrait of Saphira; she’s giving a benevolent side eye with almost a Mona Lisa smile, she’s got that gleam in her eye, she’s looking at you but not head on—listen, this was the whole reason I picked up the book in the first place when I was eleven, she was so clearly full of life and personality and I just really wanted to meet her. It’s a really good glimpse of her character before even opening the book. She’s engaging you, but also maybe judging you a little bit, and she has a lot of thoughts but she’s going to keep them to herself for right now, thank you.

We’re skipping Eldest for right now because I have a point to make. Shush.

For Brisingr, we get a perfect side portrait of Glaedr, the grumpy old man. He’s not even side-eyeing the viewer like Saphira does; he is eyes forward, goal-oriented, noble and regal and, unless you’re worth his time, not really going to bother with you because he has Important Business to attend to. He is The Last of the pre-Fall dragons, his Rider is The Last of the pre-Fall Riders, he represents a bygone era that will never fully be resurrected, but can still inspire the present to fight for the future; he is no longer fully his own dragon, but a Relic, a Memory, a Symbol. He’s not anxious about it the way Eragon or Saphira might be; he has grieved for a century, he couldn’t be anxious about it if he tried. But he knows that keeping his integrity intact is important, and so this is how he presents himself: Noble. Regal. The Survivor. The Last.

Fírnen graces the cover of Inheritance, bookending the original series by almost perfectly mirroring Saphira—and seriously, it is so satisfying to line the books up with these two at the ends. Though he’s got a 3/4 profile like Saphira, Fírnen is much more reserved. No Mona Lisa smile, no mischievous gleam in his eye; he simply looks at you, and you look back, and you wonder what he’s thinking. He is, in fact, a lot like Arya—anyone who’s read the previous three books up to that point and hasn’t been spoiled for the ending might be able to guess, just from this portrait, who the final egg would hatch for. It’s also a perfect expression for the Final Book, with the fate of Alagaësia and the dragons hanging in the balance: what world does this mysterious dragon emerge into? A war-torn apocalypse? A hard-won victory? What does his future entail, and thus, what do the futures of our favorite characters entail? You ask him so many questions, but all he will ever do is stare deep into your soul with his somber, too-knowing gaze.

And now for the main event:

My beautiful precious son, the red-scaled Thorn, staring you down from the covers of both Eldest and Murtagh. I have loved the cover of the second book ever since I first picked it up, and my appreciation has only grown with time; needless to say I was very excited when the Murtagh cover dropped, and I got to see both of my favorite characters in one place. For both of these, Thorn takes the same stance: a full-frontal combative position, looking You, The Viewer directly in the eye, daring you to judge him, daring you to get in his way. I’ve always had my own opinions about what lay behind this show of force, and the context we get in Murtagh does not disappoint. He may be terrifying, he may be the scourge of the war, but underneath all that, Thorn is terrified. He’s traumatized, he’s claustrophobic, his body is too big for his age; he is painfully young still, and yet treated like a dragon ten times his age because that’s how he looks. He’s also sweet, and playful, and cares so much about his Rider, and wants desperately to keep Murtagh safe and happy. Just like Murtagh, he hides all of that—the fear and the softness both—behind a visage of ferocity, playing into the fears and preconceived notions people have of him, warning enemies away so they can’t get too close to what will actually hurt him. He dares you to try. He’s terrified you will try. He will fight tooth and nail if you do try.

#why does tumblr keep tagging this post as mature when i hadn’t even posted it yet??? #IM not labeling it mature what is going on #is saphira too sultry or something #murtagh spoilers #anyway yeah i just wanted an excuse to talk about thorn’s character in the book covers #i love him okay #i may disagree with john jude palencar about what a dragon looks like #but i CANNOT deny he is extremely good at giving dragons personality #at some point i may to shruikan and vermund also i just mostly wanted to yell about thorn #there's definitely parallels to be drawn between shruikan and thorn but also vermund and glaedr #...sigh. yeah i guess i'll be doing them at some point in the future #inheritance cycle #christopher paolini #murtagh (inheritance cycle) #thorn (inheritance cycle) #saphira bjartskular #glaedr (inheritance cycle) #fírnen (inheritance cycle)

[star-girl69]

Ember in Your Hands

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: angst, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eleven- Puzzle Pieces

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Grace kept many things on her bookshelf in that one bare room. Everything else was plain and RDA-issued, but that bookshelf was hers.

She kept her memories of your mother in it, her sister-box, each edition of every book she had wrote about Pandora and the Na’vi. She kept jewelry made by her schoolchildren on it. She kept framed photos.

And she kept books.

Book about dragons and witches and women who lived in small towns and married the new man from the city. Books where you didn’t have to learn anything, where you could just read and go to another world.

Another world where you weren’t missing your best friend, where you weren’t a child without her parents.

Jake feels like a book.

He feels like an escape, like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

But after last night, after he broke you down with his words like that, he feels more like a mirage.

You thought you were drinking water but really you are just drinking sand, and it’s falling down your throat and choking you. Filling you up, like an hourglass.

The children have long since gone off into the water with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo. They jumped in laughing and smiling, and you wanted to smile with them, but something in your heart twists and you just couldn’t.

Now, you’re not alone, but you feel alone.

Neytiri hums to herself as she cleans up breakfast, Jake pretends he isn’t eyeing his gun from his place leaning against the support beam.

You let your eyes trail up his legs and his stomach, past his arms folded over his chest, until you can see the ends of his hair. Then, you look away, and hope he didn’t feel your eyes on him.

“Ney?” you ask as she sits down beside you on the hammock, pressing her forehead to your temple and humming so you know she heard you.

Jake’s eyes meet yours.

“Do you miss the old me?”

She tenses up for a second, seemingly genuinely shocked.

“Why— why would I miss something that is standing right in front of me?” she sighs. “You are still mine, still my mate, and I still love you.”

You hum and turn to kiss her forehead, and when you look back, his eyes are fixed onto the floor.

—-

You don’t think Ronal is a morning person. Or a night person. She seems to perpetually be in some sort of bad mood, always snapping at you and Neytiri, never even a hint of a smile on her face.

Maybe her pregnancy is just hard, you say. Maybe she is just scared of us like we are of her. Humans and Na’vi are alike, in someways. They both fear what that don’t know.

And Ronal does not know you, and you do not know her.

Your morning was spent with treating a few Na’vi who came into the healing tent, with Ronal’s watchful eyes studying every move, but she didn’t say anything. She only nodded and hummed after each patient left, until she left to tend to her own patient, and you just treated whoever came in.

You can tell that Neytiri is itching to hunt and to fight. That is what she has done all her life. She fights and fights, until she comes home and the end of the day and is a wife and a mother. You aren’t quite sure how she does it.

You always spent your days in the healing tent, or caring for the children of the clan, so it was easy for you to come home to your own children. There was no mindset to switch out of, and life became easier and softer. Like you are jumping through a flame, but you’re moving so fast the fire can’t hurt you.

The fire cannot hurt you, not here. Even if you don’t have them next to you.

—-

“I learned how to breathe today!”

You smile fondly at Tuk, looking up from the fruits you’re cutting.

“You have been breathing ever since you came from my stomach, tiny thing.” She frowns slightly at the nickname, but she seems too caught up in the first day to care much.

“No! I mean I learned how to breathe different,” she says. She paces around the mauri, practically jumping from wall to wall. “From my tummy, like this!” she exclaims, before sitting right down in the middle of the mauri and starts to breath deeply, in and out.

You smile for a moment, before you turn back to your fruits, and then you find yourself looking up at Neytiri.

This is hard on her, to do something she doesn’t have a fire for. She loves healing, but hunting is her passion. She needs to be out there, and you can tell it is all taking a toll on her.

This new place, the threat on your family looming over your heads. You had a nightmare about the night when it poured, when that awful man had your children right under his thumb.

Some days, it feels like you didn’t even save them, and you have to remind yourself that you did.

“Are you alright?” you ask her. She stares out the window with a boiling pot next to her, plants and vegetables half cut in front of her.

She shoots you a look over her shoulder.

“Fine,” she mumbles, and you want to say more, but you find that you don’t even know what to say to her. You and Neytiri are so different, and so alike, and that is what makes you work so well.

Puzzle pieces, a zipper, two halves of one whole.

She sticks out in some places and you curve in, so you fit together, stuck together like glue and like love.

But you don’t know how to help her like this.

So, you just smile and nod, and pretend you don’t feel her shrinking into herself, pretend you don’t feel him ignoring you.

You pretend you don’t feel yourself not caring.

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[lily-orchard]

Courtney claims she kept accusing your father of enjoying hitting you until he stopped using spanking as a punishment. I don't know how true that is, but I'm wondering if there was any similar action taken to stop him spanking her. She claims she only got hit twice.

If Courtney ever stood up for me, she did it when I couldn't see it. My parents themselves make the same claim, that they supposedly argued about several of my suspensions from school. Conveniently, I was never around when this happened.

I only saw it happen once in 5th Grade when I was sent home, was walking home, and the principal was following me in his van demanding I get in (which is actually really fucked up now that I'm thinking about it, no wonder my mother screamed at him).

Other than that, I doubt Courtney's sincerity. The last time I was ever spanked was when I was eleven, because my father was convinced I had purposefully caused a burn in the carpet.

Ironically what kept Courtney from getting spanked was me. I didn't actively get in the way, just that if she did something that would have provoked violence or even screaming, my father usually just assumed I had done it instead.

The truth of the matter is that my father always had a scapegoat. Before it was me, it was my brother. He was ALWAYS getting into these petty power struggles with my brother that often ended in fistfights. My father raised his three children to be like him. So they were rude, they were nasty, they were combative, and reacted very poorly to other people pushing them around. And he was the one pushing them around.

Part of my father's damage is that his father treated his kids like shit on the basis that "It's my house and when you have your house you can call that shots." So he clearly looked forward to being King of the Castle. And when his children routinely responded very negatively to his "Fuck you I do what I want" attitude, in his mind a very personal slight had occurred because some unspoken deal had been broken.

I talked about this in the Turning Red video. Parenting isn't logical, it's ideological (did you like that sentence? I thought it flowed rather well). It's not about whether something works. It SHOULD work, and that's all that matters.

Spanking children SHOULD work, and if it doesn't you just didn't spank them hard enough.

Remember that guy who got so angry that his daughter complained about him on Facebook so he filmed himself shooting her laptop? That's the kind of nutcase we're talking about. Someone who throws a mantrum when a teenage girl bitches about him.

The reality is my parents wheeled me into every single doctor they could find trying to fix my behavioural issues. And it didn't work. Even when I saw huge progress in the inpatient facility, once I got back home I was right back to being rude and disrespectful.

Because the truth is no amount of medication or therapy is going to make you respect someone who has a completely unlikeable personality.

The core fundamental problem in the house is that my parents were complete cunts. And they wanted their kids to just ignore that and respect them anyway. But nobody ever respects someone who behaves the way they did. And no amount of demanding respect is going to warp reality and make you respectable.

You can yammer on about how you own the house and pay the mortgage, but children have no concept of what those are. What they do know is you're mean, so they don't have to be nice to you. Because that is 90% of the lessons we teach children.

But none of this computes to a man whose entire worldview is "He who owns the house is entitled to treat the occupants like shit." In his world, he was entitled to do these things, and you weren't entitled to complain about it. But we don't live in his world.

#lily orchard #courtney peet #courtney orchard #brittany johnson #britts galaxy brain #lily orchard drama #lily orchard discourse #stalking #harassment

[dark-elf-writes]

Tenya watches as his parents discuss assets and boons. Tenya who sees them looking at Harry and Teddy (who are his and whom he loves so much) and knows that the people who should love him yet left him behind don’t see two amazing people. Tenya who stands up and seriously tells them that no, Harry and Teddy won’t be paraded about by the media. No he won’t request they ‘show off’ Teddy’s ‘early Quirk’.

Harry fighting for his soulmate and his friends, fierce and deadly because he can’t lose anyone else. Who screams at Stain that he’s ’nothing more than another villain with empty promises who wants pain’. Their first kiss (Tenya and Harry) being in a hospital as baby Teddy cries because ‘Pap’ is hurt. (His first word was dada and it was Harry. Pap, papa, his second, is for Tenya and oh lord does it make them sob).

Izuku and Ginny trading letters and stories. Ginny coming to UA to finish her schooling because her mark is black and everyone knows. Luna following, Hermione and Ron a step behind. Luna who smiles at the dual haired teen whose mark shines like hers. George coming to, tired, tired, tired. But he slowly smiles again. Molly and Arthur, Percy, Bill, Charlie (all tired and seeing that little is changing. That no one wants to do more then get rid of the laws Voldemort put up. Who see Kingsley frown in anger and can’t do anything) all packing up to move.

They burned and got nothing. Screw England.

(Percy’s mark shines around a man with scars who glares and sneers but who also left his family behind once. Percy isn’t the same as him but he understands feeling as if his family has let him down over and over again.

It’s funny in a way how many marks shine in Japan. As if Fate knew.)

Screaming sobbing barking howling

Tenya who has always allowed himself to be treated like a tool, like a commodity by his parents knowing that was the best he would ever get from them, but refusing to let them do the same to Harry and Teddy. Harry who would have let them use him at least (not Teddy never Teddy) because every moment from the one he received his letter has been honing him I to a tool to be wielded. Harry looking at Tenya with wide, confused eyes when he snaps at his parents and pulls Harry and Teddy from the house because he doesn’t understand. (No one ever stood up for him like that. Not when he was The Chosen One. It takes him far longer than he would care to admit to wrap his mind around it.)

Harry who bares his teeth and fights dirty. Fights like only one person will walk away from the fight and he is fully planning on being the one to do so. Fights like the weapon he was raised to be rather than the heroes those closest to him are. Harry who refuses to lose anyone else so he meets the villains on their level and comes out with more faces and names to haunt his nightmares but alive. With his family alive. He will bear the burden. He has always done so. Ever since his first kill at eleven.

And he comes back to Tenya and Teddy who ground him. Who remind him that he so still human. That he has people to live for and not four ghosts leading him to his death. (He cries after Tenya and Teddy fall asleep in the hospital. Cries so hard he forgets how to breathe. Cries for how close he got to losing this and the man he will have to become to make sure that doesn’t happen. One more fight. One more war. And then he can truly retire. He promises himself. Promises the two sleeping figures in the bed.)

Ginny and Izuku becoming fast friends and even faster allies. Swearing to each other (and eventually to Ochako who joins their little group after Training Camp when her mark only started to shine after a girl with a cruel knife and crueler smile had her pinned to the ground promising to make her red red red) that they would not bow to fates design for them. That they would choose what made them happy rather than the agony they had been saddled with. And of course, comforting each other when the grief of what ifs and shattered bonds become too much to bear on their own.

Luna and Shoto trading theories and conspiracies in a language that almost seems to be entirely their own. Shoto who sees the scars left over from the months Luna spent as a captive in the Malfoy estate and decides he needs both halves of his power to make sure it never happens again. Luna whose eyes go startlingly sharp the first time she sees Endeavor and refuses to let him anywhere near Shoto no matter how much he roars and rages. She puts out his fire with a wave of her hand when he tries to move her and sends him flying into the far wall with barely a thought when he tries to lift a hand to her. Shoto has never been more in love.

Percy who comes early enough to lure Touya away from a path that would only lead to the ruin of both him and his family. Who offers a better way to get his revenge. One that would disgrace his father instead of turning him into a martyr. One that would spare the innocents caught in the middle. And if all else fails he promises to make it look like an accident then leak the damning evidence anyway because really how many fire quirks does Touya really think exist in Japan magic is so much cleaner. Touya who sees that darkness and anger in Percy that he kept hidden even from his own family until it grew fangs and lashed out at them rather than the ones that truly deserved it and understands why this man is his.

George who stopped looking at the name on his arm after Fred died. He has already lost half of his soul he doesn’t need a mark to tell him that there is someone better than his brother. What other relationship could compare? What fate decided romance could possibly make up for the loss of his heart? The loss of Fred is like the loss of a limb and who could possibly replace that? And then he meets Tensei who has a brother he loves just as much as George loves his who doesn’t want to replace Fred but wants to make a life with George anyway if he would allow it. Who honors George’s brothers, dead and alive, just as much as he honors Tenya. And it doesn’t fix it. Doesn’t magically make Fred’s loss okay, but slowly it starts to hurt less to smile, to laugh. He can’t look in a mirror most days, but Tensei doesn’t seem to mind tugging him down to fix his hair or straighten his tie.

Everyone coming in twos and threes until they are all out from under the Ministry’s grasp and finally able to live rather than just survive. To thrive.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #harry potter #afo: you’re a hero. you won’t kill me. your honor won’t allow it #Harry: a weapon has no honor

[wewebaggit]

i love how ur bio says safe space for hopper haters bc too many ppl in this fandom are always like “whaaaaat!? but how can u not like jopper 🥺” when he is not only a full grown man who abuses his power and was horrible to Joyce in s3 but also his character itself is literally copaganda

and it’s concerning and so weird (but also unsurprising) that jopper is like… elevated as this god tier ship, even in queer spaces, when in reality it’s pretty mid and also why would I want to ship Joyce byers with a cop

Hey booksandpaperss!

I am a safe space for ALL HATING. But specifically Jim Copper hate simply because he is shown a lot of undeserved grace by the fandom and the writers.

Since it's now in vogue to hate on s3 I'll take this opportunity to escape being called a negative nancy for once and just a hatering hater. Here goes:

My hate for Hopper is not as a result of season 3 but in fact it began with s2. (s1 a wee bit) But truly honestly deeply since season 2.

Hopper in season 2

After giving up Eleven's location in the prior season, Hopper then out of the goodness of his heart (😒) starts leaving Eggos for El in a reverse HansEl and GretEl. The feral El now has a home. But is it a home? Or just another prison? Hopper leaves her alone in the cabin with nothing but a TV. And so El spends her days mindlessly going through all the shit the idiot box has to offer. The only time she's actively interested in the TV is when she wants to use the static to get into the void. Because she has been kept away from the ONE friend she made out of the lab. And let's bffr. It's Mike. She is looking for Mike. And Mike too is the only one thinking about her. Hopper keeping her away from him and lying and being nothing but and angy aggressive cop of a dad is supposed to make the audience feel.....wait what are we supposed to feel? Mad at Hopper? Cuz the end result was people hating on El rebelling against Hopper. And it is all because El's resolution at the end of the Lost Sister episode was......that she needed to go back to Hopper and her friends. However, again it is a point in time when Hopper's at the lab and in mortal danger.

So since we love deep dives and shit and developing lore around characters, would she have been compelled to return to Hopper were he just, idk sitting in his cabin or at the station or whatever. A lot of ST is just about characters deciding to do stuff when someone is in REAL DANGER™️ But specifically with Hopper, he only steps up as dad when El's in danger. Otherwise he's treating her as a pet, something Mike was wrongfully accused of.

The whole entire (almost) year that El was with Hopper we do not see a change in her personality. Her rage has worsened. Her vocabulary is still lacking. In spite of the word of the days. There's no female presence in her life. He neither recruited Joyce nor her aunt (though that would have been sus, agreed n yet would it have been any different seeing as El managed to do it alone.) She's been held hostage for her own good.

Hopper: You put us in danger.

El: You promise. I go. I never leave. Nothing ever happens.

And then he grounds her. Like she was living it up otherwise. (S2E4)

We know it was because this was El's story of rebellion and trying to find her identity and so the story does not have Hopper do these things. But that still means that the story chose for Hopper to not do these things. He is even shown apologising (meh. half assed like his foil Mike, but that's for later) for it towards the end. And yet, that's something that's rarely discussed in fandom circles while talking about Hopper.

Hopper in Season 3

Oh he proves he's a blackhole alright. Sucked Joyce's character development. He's only marginally improved letting Mike see her but beyond that it's still mostly the same. She still is under-socialised. Speaks like that. El herself seeks out Max. Joyce is still too busy being ungrateful (I know not the intent, but the execution nonetheless) she's still not leaving the cabin much and has some curfew. Again which is, well why is it there? Cuz she's been coolly gallivanting with Max at the mall and everywhere else without a problem.

He's a proper asshole to Mike and a bully. Who tf threatens murder to a 13 year old kid? Like between having a chat and threatening homicide, he could come up with ZERO options. He needs emotional laxatives that aren't just anger and bullying.

Hopper in season 3 is an unfunny comic relief. A man baby. A bully who uses his cop privileges. Who treats the woman he supposedly likes like shit. He was so mad about Joyce not meeting up with him despite her telling him the reason. I mean mister you did that with Eleven too and just expected her to understand. The juvenile hUmOUr and the macho man action scenes where he's outwitting trained Russian mercenaries (lmao) is a step down from the basement he was already in. Him treating Alexei like shit when he was the only one who could have helped them. Make it make sense. (Anti-Russia/USSR pro USA copaganda and nothing else)

Also beyond all of this I simply hate Hopper for taking away valuable screentime from the kids that this show is supposedly about but hasn't really been that for some time now. He's a white male war veteran cop who's a Hawkins native and was a popular kid in school too. So he's not even an outsider in terms of being the new man in town, let alone the shit that really matters.

Hopper in Season 4

Not dead enough.

Jopper throughout the show

Mid chemistry. Joyce is already a semi-absent mother but becomes entirely absent after Hopper's message from Russia. She has ZERO clue of what her kids are going through in Cali and then has the fucking audacity to walk out on them without even letting them know that she might not return. She also leaves the only responsible person in that household with the charge as if she ever took it. She is now been relegated to being the comic relief which is neither comical and far from a relief and Hopper's girlfriend. Every season she has proven to be right on the money with her instincts and every season everyone including Hopper question her as if she's the dumb one. Hello. Do you guys clear up your memory after every season? It's annoying and one note. Hopper is a jealous manbaby all of s3 and a fucking liar. "i shOuldn't hAVe seNt yOu the LeTteR" Bitch u did. You wanted out. Dasvidaniya! El's college fund. But you'll only need it if you make it through school 🤷‍♀️. WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOMESCHOOL HELLO. Though I do commend the subversion of the found family trope where both the adults are pathetic parents. Do love one of the main couples being failparents! (is that a thing? or are they pioneers?)

#byler #stranger things #wewe's askbox #jim hopper #jim copper #joyce byers #anti jopper #kinda had to reel it in

[heavyhitterheaux]

Love the Way You Love Me

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Liked by jackharlow, angiemartinez, urbanwyatt, druski2funny, saweetie, and 9,306,742 others

y/ninsta: I was all smiles during my radio interview with angiemartinez once she mentioned my baby jackharlow 😭 LOVE THAT MAN TO DEATH 🥺

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈

jackharlow: always and forever baby girl 😘

saweetie: my favorite couple ever 💕

normani: I just love the way yall love each other. that's some soul mate shit if I ever seen it.

dualipa: but.... y/ninsta what about our love? 😐

jackharlow: dualipa you tryna get all the smoke this morning huh? 😡

y/ninsta: dualipa in another life my darling

jackharlow: WHAT? NO. She's my wife in the next lifetime and all the ones after that

y/ninsta: that's my man and imma stick beside him 😌

maggieharlow: the way you two talk about each other 🥰🥰

y/ninsta: maggieharlow I literally am always thanking you and Brian for raising such an amazing person 🥺

claybornharlow: y/ninsta I know right. I am pretty amazing 🥰

urbanwyatt: I mean I guess he's an okay dude

jackharlow: urbanwyatt and clayborn take your asses on somewhere

jackharlow: y/ninsta you make my world go round smush 😘

"So Y/N, you have just been out here killin it left and right. I know Private Garden is proud of you. Especially your husband."

"The way that they support me is insane. There was a time I was nervous to rap in front of them and it wasn't until Jack came home early and caught me. He didn't know I could rap until late 2019."

"That is crazy, so all you did was write and produce?"

"Yeah, ever since we were younger. I always loved to write and started out writing poems when I was around eleven. That soon led to me writing songs."

"So what led you to want to come out in the spotlight and make a name for yourself?"

"Literally because PG and Jack pushed me. It was a good thing. I remember it was the last night of his creme de la creme tour and he was like it's time. Because when he first caught me I was like there is no way I'm releasing anything and I was like babe, let's just focus on you first. Once we did that, he was like it's go time. I'm not taking no for an answer."

"I absolutely love the way you two are just so supportive of each other. And you two first met when you were both 14?"

"Yes, it's so insane because who would've thought that me moving to Kentucky would lead me to the love of my life."

"You both are so fortunate to find love at a young age, so what keeps it going and what makes it work?"

"It's like people don't understand that you have to want your relationship to work and want it bad and put in the effort. You have to be all in and that's what makes it work for us. We're a team with everything that we do. Like without a question or doubt in my mind. Communication is a huge factor and we never keep anything from each other no matter how big or small it is. Honesty is key."

"I've heard people mention that it seems as if you don't do anything without getting his approval first."

"It's not the fact that I need approval. It's the fact that he's my husband and I value his opinion as well as his feelings. I never want to do anything to break his trust in me and he's the same way. I look at it like this. He's my husband and I am submissive towards him because he's a leader. He has never steered me wrong with the decisions that he has made and I know he won’t. He literally treats me like a queen and makes sure that I want for nothing. He's made sure of that the entire time we've known each other."

"Tell me about the parents finding out you two had been married for almost five years. That was insane."

"Okay so, Jack proposed a week after I had turned 19 in my parents backyard at 1 in the morning with no ring. He was like when I get my first million, I'll get you whatever you want. So I had described what I wanted and did not mention it again. The same night he told me that it was time to release my music, he gave it to me. I most definitely cried. But I had a feeling my mom and dad knew. I don't remember what I said one time talking to her but she gave me the side eye and I quickly changed the subject. Now Jack's parents especially his mom was ready to fight him only because she wanted to be there since I remember on Jack's 16th birthday she was like you two are going to get married one day."

"That is insane for her to have known that early."

"Okay so this is crazy and I actually never told Jack this. Before I moved to Kentucky, I had a dream about a year earlier showing me walking down the aisle. I couldn't see my husband's face, but once I got closer, it was Jack so I literally had my dream show me my husband before we even met."

"That... that's powerful."

"Like he's it for me. And when I first met him in person, my breath hitched. I was like, this is really about to happen. This is the man I'm going to marry."

"Tell me about how your parents felt when you decided not to go to college and move with your boyfriend to Atlanta."

"That was a really hard conversation. They knew I wanted to move back once I graduated high school. They were concerned because I was always told as a black woman in this society that I had to work twice as hard to get half of what they have. They just wanted for me to be secure. There necessarily wasn't a doubt in their mind that Jack wouldn't take care of me but, the conversation ended with me and my mom in tears. But we made up before I left. I know that she only wants the best for me and that she was scared. She just wanted for me to be okay and I can't blame her for that."

"It's a blessing to have your parents in your corner wanting the best for you and cheering you on."

"I would not be anywhere without my parents as well as my in-laws who are my second set of parents. There have been times when I called Maggie at 3 in the morning just because I need advice on a situation and she is always there for me. Same goes for Brian. I always thank them for giving me Jack."

"You literally light up like a kid on Christmas when you talk about him. I love that."

"He's my forever. I could talk about that man for hours."

"So, what's next for the first lady of Private Garden?"

"Just bringing smiles to people's faces as I continue to reach the goals that I set for myself. I want to be remembered as an entertainer who wasn't afraid to be different and shows that being yourself is what is going to lead you to greatness."

"And there you have it. Y/N, thank you so much for coming to visit us. Don't take so long next time!"

"I promise I won't!"

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Jack had just finished watching your interview with Angie Martinez and was nothing but smiles.

He was currently at home waiting for you to come back from said interview and was just taking time to reflect on how far the two of you had come.

He was interrupted by the front door opening and immediately hopped up from the couch to give you a kiss and a bone crushing hug.

"Oh, hi baby! Are you okay?" You asked as he was still tightly holding you.

"I just... words cannot literally express how much I love you and how much you mean to me."

"Aww, stink. I love you too. Always have and always will."

"I just finished watching your interview and the dream you had? Insane."

"Yeah, and we hadn't even met yet. I didn't tell you, but when we first met, I had to do a double take. I was like that's him!"

Jack had given you another kiss before leading you both to the couch to sit sliding you onto his lap.

"And the way you just trust me?"

"Because you have never steered me wrong. Marriage and career included."

"I don't deserve you."

"Stop that right now Jackman. Yes you do. I just love the way you love me and I...."

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you something, but I'm nervous."

"Baby, why are you nervous? You know you can come to me for anything."

"I know, but.. "

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me."

"I think I'm ready to have a baby." You respond while looking down.

Jack tilted your chin up to look at him and smiled.

"Baby girl, that's what you're scared of telling me?"

"I just with both of our careers. I just..."

"Y/N, stop for a minute."

Jack then took your hand in his and began making small circles on the back of it.

"I would love to have mini versions of us running around. If my baby wants a baby, her wish is my command."

"Wait, really?"

"You're already gorgeous now, but I can't wait to see you carrying our baby."

"Promise to paint my toes when I can't see my feet anymore?"

"Promise. And you should know me better than that. Mrs. Harlow is not lifting a finger during her entire pregnancy."

"There's no one I would rather share this life with." You said while kissing his nose.

"Not going to lie, I teared up a little bit watching you earlier."

"Aww, why baby?"

"To hear you say you love me is one thing, but to hear you explain why and what makes our relationship work... I'm so happy you moved in across the street from me. I saw the cute little girl with the braids and I was done for. Had me wrapped around your finger ever since."

"It was your blue eyes, chubby cheeks, and freckles for me. Still remember you turning red as a tomato when I first talked to you."

"Can you blame me mamas? Gorgeous then and gorgeous now."

"We're in this together, stink. We're building an empire for our babies so they'll want for nothing."

"Sooo, can we get started now?"

"You know my answer is always going to be yes." You replied while kissing him and he proceeded to stand up while carrying you bridal style up the steps.

"Wait...babe?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Google positions we have to do in order to have a girl."

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[dahvampire]

I'll start this thing with the premise that I've only seen BNHA's anime, so I'm at the end of the events of season 6 and I don't know anything else from the manga. So, that's also a spoiler alert for anyone who isn't at my same point.

God I really, really despise Enji Todoroki.

Endeavor is a great hero, don't get me wrong: always on point, efficient with criminals, saves people and yada yada yada. Public interactions aren't his forte but anyone has his weaknesses, so it's fine.

But boy, boy if he's shitty. A shitty father, a shitty husband, a shitty person in general.

How can you beat your six year old son to the point of making him sick just because you're salty you're not at the same level of someone else? How can you try to erase your first son's suicide attempt that he did because you first indoctrinated him about being the n°1 hero since he was four and then discarded him at eleven because he couldn't keep up with your expectations? Enji told Touya his life was defined only by being a hero, and then he snutched the dream he put in his son's head from him when he was still a child. No wonders Touya didn't exactly take it well, his father just said he's actually worthless because of something Touya can't even control - the affinity that his body has for cold temperature.

And okay, maybe Enji wanted to keep him safe avoiding him to train, but the adult approached the situation wrongly from the start, since Touya's birth, for fuck's sake.

When Touya became useless, Enji focused his fixation on Shouto, feeding sibling rivalry to Touya and making him easily jealous of him because his younger brother became their father's focus of attention - and love, in his mind - .

Let's put the kids beside for a second.

Enji married Rei for her quirk, that's common knowledge, he even admitted it. After he finished using her for his convenience and after probably treating her just like he treated Shouto and Touya, he pushed her 'til the breaking point and then accused her of being unstable while the only reason for her unstableness has always been his presence in her life. We had a snippet of Rei before she married Enji, and she was a perfectly fine woman. Maybe reserved, but fine.

Then, Enji happened. She lost her rights on her body, the man married her just to breed a valuable heir after all. She lost her rights as a mother, because I think Enji hasn't ever allowed her to interfere with Touya and Shouto's education and lives in general, just think about how Touya treated her when she found out he was still training in secret. She lost her connections with the world, too, I guess, because I don't think she would be free to go and come at her will, considering how Enji thinks about his family members as his properties.

Then, she slowly started to lose her mind to the point of disfiguring her own child because his eye reminded her too much of the man she was forced to live with even though she clearly dreaded him, and she lost it. She crumbled under the pressure of what Enji did to her and to her children - that I guess she never actively tried to protect, maybe to save herself from the man's wrath, maybe because scared of aggravating things - and Enji took her out of the picture without even try to comprehend why she did what she did.

I'm not saying that she isn't guilty about the whole situation, I'm saying I can see her redemption arc. I can understand it. Now she's free of the shackles that held her down the whole time she was with Enji, and she wants to try and do something to make amends. I can see it, I can understand it.

What I cannot understand is the thing they're trying to do with Enji's redemption arc.

Like, are you kidding me?

He's an abuser, a manipulative man who hides himself behind a façade of ideals and stoicism, a person who looked his own kid in the eye at the age of eleven and told him he was not enough for his father and should get lost with his other two siblings, casted aside since birth because they too didn't meet his expectations.

Fuyumi is still hanging by the threads of hope that someday they will be an happy and functional family, but those threads started strangling her a long time ago, and I think she didn't even realized it yet.

And Touya.

God, Touya. He attempted suicide by the age of fourteen, being it consciously or not. Maybe he actually did it on purpose, maybe his emotions took the upper hand on him, but his mind couldn't accept the fact that his father's love was so conditional. Touya tried his best to satisfy the man, and Enji never acknowledged him beside to berate him for training without his permission. And Touya still tried, tried, tried to be seen by the man that put himself at the center of his child's universe since Touya was young enough to comprehend what heroes were.

No wonders Touya broke that night on Sekoto Peak, no wonder he died.

No wonder Dabi was born.

He's the incarnation of Touya's resentment after all, of the hate he feels towards Enji, towards the society that idolatries the hero without looking at the man, without understand that the monsters people fear aren't always the criminals and the villains on the streets, but hide themselves in plain sight, under a spotlight.

Touya was fourteen, he had all his life in front of him, and he still chose to trust the man he called father to care for him even without the incentive of his quirk, and his trust, his prayers fell on deaf ears.

I don't know yet what happened after Sekoto Peak, I guess what remained of Touya was find by someone - maybe Shigaraki's doctor himself -, put back together and brought back from the dead. And Touya didn't know what to do with the time that someone else borrowed him, so he set himself on the path of revenge to find some sort of justice for himself.

I'm not saying that Dabi's modus operandi is right. He's a murderer and his ways are almost always extreme, and his mind clearly isn't in the right place, but I can still understand him, his motives.

An hypothetical reception arc.

Before everything else he's a victim, after all, just like Rei.

Dabi wants to avenge what's remaining of Touya, of his inner child, and the only way he finds fitting is to take Enji's life to compensate the life Enji took from him.

Enji, on the other hand, doesn't deserve it.

He has seen that his ways were wrong only when everything came crushing down on him, and he cried on his hospital bed about being a terrible person after all the years he spent without questioning even one single time his actions.

How many times he made Touya cry? And Shouto? And Rei, Natsuo, Fuyumi? And his own fans, for God's sake? How many people he deluded without realising it, without even thinking it was an actual chance of him doing wrong?

Nope. Sorry, nope, I'm not fine with that. I don't think he deserves the pardon of all the victims of his actions, or surely he doesn't deserve to be forgiven so fast.

I don't approve the death of characters only because I don't like them, I know that's not how it works and it's simply stupid wanting someone dead just because, but fuck if i want him dead. Like, actually dead. Maybe it's because what he represents hit a little too close to home, maybe it's because I can't see a possible way to actually redeem him without stomping again on everyone he hurt, maybe I just can't stand him, I don't know.

I don't even know if I actually want Dabi to be still alive, at this point. I really like him, his character, his dramatics, but he's a dead man walking, literally. Maybe death would put an end to his suffering, maybe confronting Enji would be so cathartic to actually help him to recover the parts of his mind that he lost in the flames, in the walls of the house he grew up in, among the discouragements and the conditioned love he almost drown into.

The only thing I know is that I really hope Dabi lives long enough to see Enji's ashes scattering to the ground, being them the ashes of Endeavor's legacy or the ashes of his own body, cremated by Dabi himself.

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[lust444men]

ok so here’s what I was thinkin’ lol!

we all know how Mike met Eleven. Now instead of Mike in that situation, let’s put Eddie. He goes to that picnic table in the woods and ends up finding a girl around his age (she refuses to talk cause of how scared she is and has a hard time using her powers on command). She’s super scared of Eddie and he eventually convinces her to come back to his trailer where she’d be safe. I can only imagine how sweet and gentle Eddie would be with her, wraps a blanket around her while she lays on his bed😭,he’d probably treat her like a baby bird, and thinks she’s the most delicate thing ever 🥺😂lol

Delicacy

warnings: none, tooth rotting fluff , Eddie x shy!telekinetic!fem!reader. Gentle!Eddie. Reader can speak, but she doesn't talk much due to shyness. use of y/n ONCE and it was reader introducing herself. swearing, it's Eddie. cmon now. drug talk. again. it's Eddie. 1st person pov?

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the leaves crunch under my feet. I have just escaped the lab and I have no idea where I'm going, because I never left of course. I turn a certain corner in the woods, and I'm revlived to see a bench. But as I step closer my anxiety spikes again. There's someone there, a man. I try to step back in order to make a quick and sly exit but I step on a twig that makes a loud SNAP. the man's head flew up from his metal container, shutting it almost instantly.

" Uhh..Hello? anyone there?"

He shouts out. You're debating on whether backing up or stepping out. just as you decide to back, the man turns his head a certain way that he's able to see your legs, and your oversized tee.

"Oh! oh, um, hey!" He says, and you peak out enough that he sees your eye.

"Yeah, you. You okay? do you need me to call somebody or..can you come out here?" He says, giving you a one up. You step out and edge closer to the bench, being very cautious because he could be someone from the lab.

"Are you okay? He whispers so he doesn't startle you. You nod slightly and stand just infront of the seat. He notices you're tensing your hands and focusing on his metal container before him. You're struggling to use your power. It's been weak since you left the lab. He just assumes you're cold, though.

"Oh! you must be freezing wearing only that in minus 4 weather. Cmere!" He says, taking off his jacket and walking round the table towards you. He leans to put the jacket on you, but you flinch and step back.

"Hey, nono it's okay, here, sorry." He noticed how you flinched and decided to just hand you the jacket. You take it out of his hands and put your arms in the sleeves.

"Hey why don't I take you to my house? well- it's not a house it's more of a mini house. Anyway, you look freezing and it's supposed to snow tonight and I can't just leave you out here. If you'd feel more comfortable you can sit in the back of my car so you don't have to be that close to me." He rambles, clearly trying to make it known you're safe and he isn't even gonna breathe without making sure you're okay with that.

"No..no. okay. I sit in with you." You speak, trying to make yourself sound tougher to no avail. "Oh! oh you can speak. okay! Great, just this way, uh..your name?" He's shocked you can speak, he actually kinda thought you were an homeless exchange student.

"..I'm y/n. You're?" I whisper.

"right! my apologies. Eddie, Eddie munson." He says, wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady.

"..Munson?" You mumble, struggling to say the word a little.

"Yeah..its like..a second name. If there was three Eddie's in a line, and they all looked like me but have different last names, you'd know which one was me because they don't have munson as their last name. You..uh do you understand that?" He struggles to find a way to explain a last name, who knew it'd be hard to explain such a simple thing. You think about it for a second before saying

"Makes..sense." He gives you a soft smile before realising he left his metal box

"Oh! shit, sorry, I left my box . I'll be right back." He says, removing his arm from around you but you catch his wrist.

"No, wait. Let me..." You whisper, he's clearly confused but stops. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing all your attention on the box. It starts rattling, shaking almost. It begins to slowly and shakily make its way towards you.

"WOAH! woah what the fuck?!" He says, practically flying backwards towards his car. His reaction startles you and you flinch and the box drops on the floor about halfway. You step back towards a tree and lean against it.

"Wait, sorry, Im just..I've.. never quite seen something like that before." He whispers the last bit as he bends down to pick up his box.

"Come on back, It's okay. I'm sorry I shouted , just surprised. Cmere, you're safe." He says, reaching a hand out to you. which you look at before you slowly take it.

"Safe?" You mumble.

"Yeah..yeah safe. You know what it means?" He replies, looking at you.

You nod "I know..never felt."

He left out a soft 'ah'.

You're now in his car about 4 to 5 minutes away from his trailer. Without him realising , you take the metal box and open it up . You see a little bag with..balled up grass? in it. You smell it and immediately let out a huff due to the extreme smell. Weird smelling grass. Eddie glances over, double taking when he realises what you have.

"Woahhwoah. careful with that, it's not even mine- here give it, I'll put it back later." He says, switching to one hand to drive the car and the other is reaching for the bagged up green ball.

You hand it to him, and he shoves it in his back pocket as he pulls into his trailer. He steps out whilst you're still trying to get out, forgetting you have a seat belt on. He opens you door and realises you haven't taken your belt off. he chuckles softly before leaning over you, making you wonder what he was doing so you lean down too, you hear a soft -click- He leans back up not knowing you leant down too so your noses practically brush together. He makes a sly glance at your lips to your eyes before removing your belt and softly taking your hand in his to step you out the vehicle. He walks you into his trailer, sitting you down softly on the couch.

"Do you have any injuries? like um..cuts? or scratches?" He asks, standing back upright. You nod and lift up your shirt a little to reveal a cut, not heavily bleeding but still needs to be taken care of.

"Okay, im gonna go grab some clothes and a first aid kit, stay here, look around, just don't leave , kay?" He says, giving a look towards the door. You softly nod and he walks towards his bedroom. You stand up and begin to look at a bunch of tapes.

there's some words on them you've never seen or heard them. meta-llica? Iron mayden? goodness knows. he walks back out looking towards the couch seeing your not there and snaps his head towards the door thinking you left but seeing you kneeling in the corner with a bunch of tapes. He let's out a soft laugh

"I see you found my music." His voice makes you flinch a little. "Here, the bathroom is just there. You can wear these until we get you some girl clothes. Unless you like those. sure we could find you some." You nod and walk towards the bathroom, turning around and shutting it. You slip on what he's given you, some black pants and a shirt that says.. Black..sab-beth? How have you never heard these words before? Weird. You walk out and eddie smiles at seeing you in his clothes because they're huge on you. "Here..May I?" He says, gesturing to your bottom half. You turn your head and lift up your arms thinking he was gonna take your shirt off.

He softly reaches towards the joggers and rolls them so they're not as big. His fingers grazes softly on your hips, they're cold so it makes you twitch a little. He let's out a soft sorry.

"Sit, gotta clean up that cut or it'll get infected." He sounds, patting the couch. you do as he said and opened your legs a little so he could reach the cut on your stomach.

"Okay, good job. Could you hold your shirt up to about..there? please. thank you." He says, lifitng your shirt softly so he can gain access to the cut better.

"this might hurt." He whispers before patting a alcohol cloth on the cut. You gasp and grab his arm, pushing him away slightly.

"Sorry! Sorry. just a little more. you're doing really good." You make your hold less tight and let him do what he's gonna do.

As he's doing that he begins to speak. "Hey..um. if you don't mind me asking, how did you do that? back there. The whole...floaty..thing. Whatever it was." You shrug.

"I was a in a lab, put in a water tube, with a funny hat on with strings attached and I saw things. Trained me to move things without touching. There is others...Was." You mumble, correcting yourself. His eyebrows raise slightly.

"They did tests on you?" He asks, leaning back because he finished. You just stare at him, making him realise you don't know how bad that is.

"Right..anyway, you're all bandaged up. I'll change it tomorrow. Until then, is there something you wanna do?" You glance around, tapes catching your eye again. you stand up and walk towards them, trying to find one that matches the words on your shirt.

You eventually find one called "Black sabbeth: Paranoid." You hand it to Eddie, pointing to your shirt.

"The same." you spoke.

He nods with big grin. "Yeah! they're the same. You wanna listen?"

He asks, taking it out of your hands. You nod and he walks over to put the tape in, turning the volume down to 11 so it's not too loud for you. You sit down on the couch, waiting for the song to begin, he joins you and it begins. After a few seconds, maybe 10 or 20, you bop your head along. getting the rhythm. He laughs whilst looking at you.

"Bitchin', right?" He smiles.

You stare for a few seconds before returning the soft smile.

"Bitchin'."

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thank you for your request, lauren! always a pleasure to write for you. Hope I did it justice! also no that is not how i spell or say those metal bands. I was doing it in a way that makes it sound like the reader is trying to sound it out in her head!

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[ejzah]

A/N: Deeks having to shoot his dad has been on my mind recently. So, here’s this not-quite-a-fic.

***

Let’s Leave it in the Past

They don’t talk about it.

In the immediate aftermath of the shooting, Roberta apologizes profusely. She cries as she tells him it’s all her fault, he shouldn’t have had to shoot his own father, she’s sorry she was a coward. Deeks doesn’t blame her. In fact, if he could, he’d do whatever necessary to stop his mom’s pain. That doesn’t seem within his abilities as an eleven year old, so he just assures he’s fine and glad his dad is gone.

Once Deeks’ dad is sentenced and in jail, the case finally closed, they settle into a tiny rented house. It isn’t much, but it is a chance to start over. So, they move in what furniture they can, fix up Deeks’ tiny room with discount wallpaper and the small collection of belongings that survived his dad’s violence.

Beneath it all, Deeks worries that there’s something truly wrong with him. The kids at school give him weird looks and he hears his teachers whispering about him. A few treat him like he’s dangerous, and seem to be waiting for him to mess up.

By the time he reaches high school, Deeks has developed his coping methods. He talks more than he should, charms when he can, and jokes when he can’t. He becomes a master at concealing his lingering guilt from shooting his father, and a protector of those who can’t defend themselves.

He fears himself sometimes when his rage takes over. Usually he’s stopping something terrible from happening, but he wonders if one day he’ll follow in his father’s footsteps.

He knows his mom worries. She worries about the trouble he’s gotten into with Ray. She worries that he won’t get accepted into a good college. She worries that the past will follow him for the rest of his life.

Even so they don’t talk. They make vague references to the past and mistakes, but they never address the abuse or the shooting directly.

Deeks studies law to fight against people like his dad, which only leaves him jaded. His mom worries all the more, becoming more erratic as he becomes a cop, then a detective, and blurs the line between justice and vengeance.

It isn’t until Deeks is talking to Roberta from behind metal bars, that they finally speak about it again. Ironically, he’s being charged for the murder of a man who did even more unspeakable things than Gordon Brandel ever dreamed of.

“I let you down, Marty,” she tells him. Because a prison filled with his colleagues and enemies is the perfect place for this conversation.

He tries to play it off, like he always has, and like his mom has always let him. This time though, she doesn’t play along.

“You want to have this conversation?” he asks, and she nods. Maybe it’s his exhaustion, or the bleak circumstances, but he doesn’t fight her.

It’s hardly the heart-to-heart he’s always wanted.

Maybe there is something wrong with him. Because the majority of Jo’s guilt is gone. He still hates remembering those moment, but he doesn’t hate himself. He certainly doesn’t regret it.

“The only person to blame for what happened to dad, is dad. And I can’t tell you how long it took me to realize that.”

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance to really talk it out once and for all since Whiting picks the perfect moment to walk in.

He’s said his the important though, so he can only hope his mom takes it to heart.

Because, they don’t talk about it.

***

A/N: I know Deeks and Roberta do talk about his dad briefly in 14x05, but she is very reluctant. As she says “I don’t like to dwell on my past”.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #Roberta Deeks #backstory #angst #head canon #ejzah fanfiction

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My Unhinged Character Analysis/Manifesto: Why Uncle Andrew (from the Chronicles of Narnia) is the most pathetic cringe-fail villain to ever exist (and for my TMBS fans, how this man manages to be a combination of the worst traits from Curtain, Garrison, and Jeffers)

Recently TMBS and the Chronicles of Narnia went head to head in the best childhood book competition, and I commented that while I have a TMBS hyper-fixation right now, I also love Narnia and would have to vote for them in a bracket about who has the best pathetic cringe-fail villain simply because Uncle Andrew manages to take all the worst qualities of all the TMBS show villains and combine them into the ultimate mega cringe-fail pathetic loser villain.

Well @sophieswundergarten replied with this:

"OH THAT'S SUCH A GOOD POINT I hadn't considered that. Uncle Andrew is definitely the worst parts of them. He has the arrogance of Curtain, the decision to ignore ethics a bit for science of Garrison, and the inability to be in any way effective or solve problems of Jeffers. PLEASE tell me your Uncle Andrew analysis and thoughts, I would love to hear it"

And I would be more than happy to offer my thoughts because

A) I have been waiting to drop my analysis on how much of a pathetic loser this man is ever since I read the books when I was eight and

B) There are probably some TMBS fans who follow me, who have never read the Magician's Nephew, and are asking themselves "can this man I've never heard of really embody the worst of three cringe-fail TMBS villains? Is he that much of a disaster?" And if that's you, then congratulations, you are my target audience and oh boy are you in for a treat today. Strap in my friends, it is gonna be a wild ride.

Uncle Andrew is the ultimate embodiment of the phrase "F around and find out." The man F's around, and BOY does he find out.

There is a LOT, so let's start with the backstory. If you've never read Narnia (or have only read the famous one about the Wardrobe), Magician's Nephew is the first chronological book in the series in which Digory (the Professor in the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe) is a twelve year old boy sent to live at his maternal Aunt Letty's house because his dad is busy with his job (don't remember the details, not important) and they need someone to look after Digory's mother because she's sick and likely dying.

While there he befriends an eleven year old girl named Polly, and together they go exploring through the attics of their homes and the adjacent empty terraced houses (connected houses) and somehow accidently end up in Digory's Uncle's study (which they are not allowed to go into).

Important Note: Digory's Uncle is not his Aunt Letty's husband, but her brother who lives in her attic. He's described as being a very creepy and sinister looking person and looks a lot older than his age. I'll include illustrations from the book for reference as well as links to where they came from if those are available. This is what Uncle Andrew and the children look like:

When Digory and Polly realize their mistake, they try to leave Uncle Andrew's study, and the first thing Uncle Andrew does is lock them in his study, refuse to let them out, and says something to the effect of "haha, now my foolish sister can't get at you. Two children are just what I need." Here's the exact quote because Lewis puts it better than I ever could:

Digory was quite speechless, for Uncle Andrew looked a thousand times more alarming than he had ever looked before. Polly was not so frightened yet; but she soon was. For the very first thing Uncle Andrew did was to walk across to the door of the room, shut it, and turn the key in the lock. Then he turned round, fixed the children with his bright eyes, and smiled, showing all his teeth. "There!" he said. "Now my fool of a sister can't get at you!" It was dreadfully unlike anything a grown-up would be expected to do. Polly's heart came into her mouth, and she and Digory started backing towards the little door they had come in by. Uncle Andrew was too quick for them. He got behind them and shut that door too and stood in front of it. Then he rubbed his hands and made his knuckles crack. He had very long, beautifully white, fingers. "I am delighted to see you," he said. "Two children are just what I wanted." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

A great introduction, 10/10, totally trustworthy guy.

Then, after the children beg to be let out, Uncle Andrew's like: "oh ok. You kids probably find an old man like me boring anyway. But say, before you go, Polly, why don't you take one of these nice shiny rings? NOT ONE OF THE GREEN ONES- I um... I'm saving those for a special occasion, but please, please, take one of these yellow rings, they are very fun."

Which of course is a perfectly normal way to give someone a present.

The kids don't want to spend another second with this lunatic, so Polly grabs the yellow ring and immediately disappears into thin air.

Digory is so scared he almost starts screaming, but then his uncle clamps his hand over his mouth and reminds Digory that his mother is terribly ill and hearing a scream could frighten her to death in order to shut him up, because Uncle Andrew, like Curtain, is a horrible uncle and a horrible sibling.

That's the first chapter, and the next one is basically Uncle Andrew giving Digory his big grand villain speech and giving his big grand villain origin story, all while ignoring the fact that Polly has vanished and is likely in danger, and calls his nephew rude because he keeps bringing it up.

"But what about Polly?" "How you do harp on that!" said Uncle Andrew. "As if that was what mattered! -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew announces to Digory that Polly has been a test subject (thus far the only human test subject) in his grand scientific experiment in which he has sent someone to another world using magic rings (So there's your first Curtain/Garrison comparison: conducting unethical scientific experiments on children)

Now, you might wonder, how did Uncle Andrew get these magic rings? Did Uncle Andrew come up with this magic stuff himself like Garrison invented the Whisperer?

Well, no.

Much like Curtain stole his tech from Garrison, Uncle Andrew stole his magic from his fairy godmother. According to Uncle Andrew, his fairy godmother spent her last years of life in prison, made bad life choices, and on her death bed gave him a box of magic and told him to burn it all and not mess with magic stuff. Uncle Andrew promised her he would do as she asked, but lied through his teeth. When Digory points out it's bad to break one's promises, Uncle Andrew gives his version of Curtain's "The Endless Burden of Greatness is Mine Alone to Bear" speech (his is called the "High and Lonely Destiny" speech) which goes like this:

"Oh, I see. You mean that little boys ought to keep their promises. Very true: most right and proper, I'm sure, and I'm very glad you have been taught to do it. But of course you must understand that rules of that sort, however excellent they may be for little boys—and servants—and women—and even people in general, can't possibly be expected to apply to profound students and great thinkers and sages. No, Digory. Men like me, who possess hidden wisdom, are freed from common rules just as we are cut off from common pleasures. Ours, my boy, is a high and lonely destiny." As he said this he sighed and looked so grave and noble and mysterious that for a second Digory really thought he was saying something rather fine. But then he remembered the ugly look he had seen on his Uncle's face the moment before Polly had vanished: and all at once he saw through Uncle Andrew's grand words. “All it means," he said to himself, "Is that he thinks he can do anything he likes to get anything he wants." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew then explains that the box his godmother gave him was from Atlantis and contained dust which he used to make the rings, which allow you to travel to other worlds. Thus far, he has tested this on guinea pigs (some of which died or exploded), but guinea pigs can't tell you what they saw in the other world, nor can they travel back.

Of course, Uncle Andrew is too scared to travel to another world himself, but he wants to know what it is like, so his plan was to trick Polly into going and force Digory to go after her with two green rings so that they can make the return journey, reasoning that even if Digory told others what his uncle had done, no one would believe him (Andrew explains that the yellow rings take you to another world, the green rings take you back, but since Polly doesn't have a green one, Digory has to go after her). And I know I'm putting in a LOT of quotes, but just... this section makes Curtain of all people look humble and considerate by comparison. I mean, at least Curtain had a REASON why he was using children for his experiments other than his own cowardice (because their voices are easily trusted). Although Uncle Andrew does use Garrison's "It's my life's work" line:

"Well why didn't you go yourself then?" Digory had hardly ever seen anyone so surprised and offended as his Uncle did at this simple question. "Me? Me?" he exclaimed. "The boy must be mad! A man at my time of life, and in my state of health, to risk the shock and the dangers of being flung suddenly into a different universe? I never heard anything so preposterous in my life! Do you realize what you're saying? Think what Another World means—you might meet anything anything." "And I suppose you've sent Polly into it then," said Digory. His cheeks were flaming with anger now. "And all I can say," he added, "even if you are my Uncle— is that you've behaved like a coward, sending a girl to a place you're afraid to go to yourself." "Silence, sir!" said Uncle Andrew, bringing his hand down on the table. "I will not be talked to like that by a little, dirty, schoolboy. You don't understand. I am the great scholar, the magician, the adept, who is doing the experiment. Of course I need subjects to do it on. Bless my soul, you'll be telling me next that I ought to have asked the guinea-pigs' permission before I used them! No great wisdom can be reached without sacrifice. But the idea of my going myself is ridiculous. It's like asking a general to fight as a common soldier. Supposing I got killed, what would become of my life's work?"-The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Now, you might be wondering: Why does Uncle Andrew want to send these children to a mysterious other world so badly? Is there something he wants them to get for him?

No.

He has no idea where they are going, and has no plan for what to do if they come back for something dangerous. He considers himself a "great scientist/magician/philosopher/scholar", but so far his "experiments" have just been him doing random stuff with magic things his fairy godmother told him to burn in the hopes that something works out.

In fact, it becomes very apparent that Uncle Andrew's intelligence is less on the level of Garrison/Curtain and much more on par with Jeffers. Unlike Curtain, who at least understands something about the tech he took from Garrison, Andrew understands as much about his godmother's magic dust box as Jeffers does about anything.

In fact, Uncle Andrew is so clueless, that even after his "years of experiments" the instructions he gave Digory (that the green rings take you home and the yellow rings make you vanish) are complete BS which leaves Digory and Polly to figure the rings out themselves. In actuality, the yellow rings take you to the Wood Between the Worlds and the green rings allow you to travel out from the wood to any world you want, provided you jump into the right "world pool" (Side tangent: this is a super cool concept that actually inspired the World Between the Worlds in Star Wars. I admittedly don't know as much about the Star Wars version, but I think it would be cool if it operates like the Narnia version where good people who go there experience it as a blissful paradise they could never forget, while it makes bad people feel sick and horrified and they lose all memory of going there as soon as they leave (but like, with light/dark side users). Even if that's not how it works, the fact that the Narnia version inspired it is interesting and I have a photo of the wood below from the page linked above).

Other side note: This also makes it unclear whether the box Uncle Andrew stole was really from Atlantis, or whether anything else he says about magic is true, because he clearly has no idea what he is talking about.

So Digory goes after Polly and through a series of complicated events, they return to London with an evil witch named Jadis (the White Witch from the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe), who is revealed to have committed the omnicide of her own world. She doesn't have her magic powers in our world, but she's still seven feet tall, physically beautiful, insanely strong, and wants to conquer earth. Uncle Andrew is immediately horrified. Jadis yells at him, calls him a fake magician, and demands he fetch her a well-trained dragon or chariot so that she can begin her conquest. Uncle Andrew leaves to call her a cab.

This sequence is shown below (Images: X, X, X).

Now at this point, one might think that this is where Uncle Andrew realizes he is out of his depth, and seeks to find a way to get Jadis back to her own world, right?

No.

For you see, Uncle Andrew is an alcoholic, but unlike Garrison, is making no effort to stay sober or keep his drinking under control, so after being frightened by Jadis, he immediately goes to his room to get trashed (because it's the only place he can hide the alcohol from his sister).

While under the influence, he forgets about how terrifying Jadis is and starts thinking about how pretty the witch looked and decides that he (a sixty year old man who looks eighty and lives with his sister), actually has a shot with her. So he puts on some good clothes and starts fantasizing about it, before going downstairs to ask his sister for money to take Jadis on a date.

Now that the Witch was no longer in the same room with him he was quickly forgetting how she had frightened him and thinking more and more of her wonderful beauty. He kept on saying to himself, "A dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman. A superb creature." He had also somehow managed to forget that it was the children who had got hold of this "superb creature": he felt as if he himself by his Magic had called her out of unknown worlds. "Andrew, my boy," he said to himself as he looked in the glass, "you're a devilish well preserved fellow for your age. A distinguished-looking man, sir." You see, the foolish old man was actually beginning to imagine the Witch would fall in love with him. The two drinks probably had something to do with it, and so had his best clothes. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The author then informs us that Uncle Andrew claims that his day job is "managing his dear sister's business for her". No one believes this lie, not only because Uncle Andrew is clearly an idiot who could never run a business, but also because in actuality, Uncle Andrew is unemployed and in fact has been actively ruining his sister's business by running up large bills on alcohol and expensive cigars while he spends his days making guinea pigs explode in the attic in the name of great science. (Digory's Aunt Letty simply believes that her brother is crazy and is letting him live at her house because he's family).

Uncle Andrew, what with "managing dear Letty's business matters for her", and never doing any work, and running up large bills for brandy and cigars (which Aunt Letty had paid again and again) had made her a good deal poorer than she had been thirty years ago. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So when Uncle Andrew comes downstairs, drunk, in his fancy clothes to beg his sister for money, she asks him whether he's not ashamed after what he's done to her financially, to which Uncle Andrew replies that he needs to entertain a "distinguished foreigner". Aunt Letty calls him on his BS, and then Jadis comes in, calls Andrew her slave, and demands her chariot. Aunt Letty, after hearing this and seeing her brother drunk and Jadis dressed in what would be considered revealing clothing for 1900's London, assumes that her brother has gone from spending her hard earned money on alcohol and cigars to spending it on prostitutes, which he has brought into her good Christian home in the middle of the day while their dying younger sister and young impressionable nephew are staying with them.

At this point, Letty has had enough of her brother's foolishness. She goes off on Uncle Andrew and Jadis, calling Jadis a hussy and demanding that she leaves before she calls the police.

Jadis responds by trying to cast a spell on Aunt Letty, only to find her magic powers don't work on earth. Letty assumes that Jadis, like her brother, is also drunk and struggling to speak clearly. Jadis responds by throwing Letty across the room and instead of making sure his sister is okay, Uncle Andrew leaves that to Digory and follows Jadis out to the cab, because Uncle Andrew (like Curtain), is a horrible sibling and uncle, especially considering the child he put in danger is his dying younger sister's child and he can't even be bothered to check on his other sister who is letting him live in her house rent free even though he is actively ruining her financially.

While Aunt Letty was still hurtling through the air, the housemaid (who was having a beautifully exciting morning) put her head in at the door and said, "If you please, sir, the 'ansom's come." "Lead on, Slave," said the Witch to Uncle Andrew. He began muttering something about "regrettable violence must really protest", but at a single glance from Jadis he became speechless. She drove him out of the room and out of the house; and Digory came running down the stairs just in time to see the front door close behind them. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Aunt Letty recovers quickly because she's tough and nothing phases her, and she immediately sends the housemaid to the police to report a lunatic at large and have her brother and Jadis arrested.

And from this point forth, the rest of Uncle Andrew's story is just him getting physically destroyed over and over and over again in the most spectacular cringe-fail fashion, forever establishing him as the most ultimate pathetic cringe-fail villain of all time.

You see, while Uncle Andrew's first instinct was to take Jadis on a date, Digory and Polly actually decide "hey, why don't we use the rings to put this dangerous witch back to where she came from?" But being children, they can't just leave and go after the cab, so they wait for Uncle Andrew and Jadis to come back for several hours. Finally, the carriage comes flying around the corner, with Jadis riding on top of it, whipping the horse mercilessly while several policemen and a crowd of townspeople follow on foot. Jadis leaps off the cab and onto the horse's back, causing the cab to crash, and Uncle Andrew shakily claws his way out from the wreckage with his top hat bashed over his head.

"Now then," said the policeman, turning to him, "What's all this?" "Womfle—pomfy—shomf," came Uncle Andrew's voice from inside the hat. "None of that now," said the policeman sternly. "You'll find this is no laughing matter. Take that 'at off, see?" This was more easily said than done. But after Uncle Andrew had struggled in vain with the hat for some time, two other policemen seized it by the brim and forced it off. "Thank you, thank you," said Uncle Andrew in a faint voice. "Thank you. Dear me, I'm terribly shaken. If someone could give me a small glass of brandy—" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The policemen ignore Uncle Andrew's request for some brandy and begin to question him, because in addition to stealing and crashing a cab, Jadis has stolen clothes, robbed a jewelry store, and punched several men including a cop.

Jadis then demands the people bow down to her, but they only laugh at her. Infuriated, Jadis breaks off a lamppost to show off her strength and starts beating the policemen with it. Chaos ensues and people start panicking/rioting. Digory and Polly run out into the commotion to try to grab Jadis while holding the rings (because you can also travel by touching someone who has the rings, or by touching someone who is touching someone who has the rings, another fact Uncle Andrew "The Great Magician" was completely unaware of). This results in Jadis, Digory, Polly, Uncle Andrew, the cab driver, and Strawberry/Fledge (the horse, he has two names, it's complicated) being transported to the wood between the worlds. Digory doesn't realize that they've brought his uncle with them until he hears Uncle Andrew wailing in the dark as they travel, asking if "this is the end" and claiming that all of this is his fairy godmother's fault and he never wanted to be a magician and was apparently groomed into it by her and we should all feel very bad for him because he's just a sad little fella. It's got the same vibe as the Garrison root cellar breakdown and Curtain's YOU DON'T KNOW ME speech. I don't want to quote the whole book, but Lewis writes it so well how could I not:

Oh, thank goodness. The angry, frightened faces had vanished. The angry, frightened voices were silenced. All except Uncle Andrew's. Close beside Digory in the darkness, it was wailing on. "Oh, oh, is this delirium? Is it the end? I can't bear it. It's not fair. I never meant to be a Magician. It's all a misunderstanding. It's all my godmother's fault; I must protest against this. In my state of health too. A very old Dorsetshire family." "Bother!" thought Digory. "We didn't want to bring him along. My hat, what a picnic [...]" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Then the children take Jadis, Uncle Andrew, and their new companions through a pool to (you guessed it) Narnia (finally). Except this is an Adam and Eve allegory so it's actually Narnia when it's first being created.

At first, not much is happening, so Uncle Andrew actually gets the courage to stand up to Jadis, but mostly just ends up sounding like more of a loser. Very much giving when Garrison trash talks Curtain in the root cellar.

Uncle Andrew's temper at last got the better of his fears. "Yes, Ma'am, I would," he said. "Most undoubtedly I would. I should be perfectly in my rights. I have been most shamefully, most abominably treated. I have done my best to show you such civilities as were in my power. And what has been my reward? You have robbed— I must repeat the word robbed a highly respectable jeweller. You have insisted on my entertaining you to an exceedingly expensive, not to say ostentatious, lunch, though I was obliged to pawn my watch and chain in order to do so (and let me tell you, Ma'am, that none of our family have been in the habit of frequenting pawnshops, except my cousin Edward, and he was in the Yeomanry). During that indigestible meal—I'm feeling the worse for it at this very moment—your behaviour and conversation attracted the unfavourable attention of everyone present. I feel I have been publicly disgraced. I shall never be able to show my face in that restaurant again. You have assaulted the police. You have stolen—" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Then the group sees Aslan (Lion Jesus) singing in order to make the world and animals that live in it come alive. Jadis attacks Aslan, and then seeing her powers have no effect on him, flees in fright. Uncle Andrew (in true cringe-fail fashion) turns to do the same, trips, and falls face first into a brook. He then demands Diagory use his rings to take him home, and I'm just gonna quote the book here:

"Do what you're told this minute, sir," said Uncle Andrew. "You're an extremely disobedient, ill-behaved little boy." "No fear," said Digory. "We want to stay and see what happens. I thought you wanted to know about other worlds. Don't you like it now you're here?" "Like it!" exclaimed Uncle Andrew. "Just look at the state I'm in. And it was my best coat and waistcoat, too." He certainly was a dreadful sight by now: for of course, the more dressed up you were to begin with, the worse you look after you've crawled out of a smashed hansoncab and fallen into a muddy brook.  -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew keeps trying to get at children's rings, but is unsuccessful, and because his intelligence levels are on par with Jeffers, it wouldn't make a difference if he was successful, because he still believes that the green rings "take you home" when really all they do is take you out of the wood so grabbing them would do nothing.

Then, in a brilliant combination of Jeffers' dumb luck in securing the perimeter that one time, Curtain taking credit for other's ideas, and Garrison's mad scientist anti-ethics vibes, Uncle Andrew momentarily forgets about fleeing from the Lion. You see, before Jadis ran off, she threw a piece of scrap metal from a lamppost into the ground, and the children find that the piece of scrap metal has taken root in the ground and is now growing as a fully functioning lamppost (like a tree). Here are Uncle Andrew's thoughts on the matter:

"Remarkable, most remarkable," muttered Uncle Andrew. "Even I never dreamt of Magic like this. We're in a world where everything, even a lamp-post, comes to life and grows. Now I wonder what sort of seed a lamppost grows from?" "Don't you see?" said Digory. "This is where the bar fell—the bar she tore off the lamp-post at home. It sank into the ground and now it's coming up as a young lamppost." [...] "That's it! Stupendous, stupendous," said Uncle Andrew, rubbing his hands harder than ever. "Ho, ho! They laughed at my Magic. That fool of a sister of mine thinks I'm a lunatic. I wonder what they'll say now? I have discovered a world where everything is bursting with life and growth. Columbus, now, they talk about Columbus. But what was America to this? The commercial possibilities of this country are unbounded. Bring a few old bits of scrap iron here, bury 'em, and up they come as brand new railway engines, battleships, anything you please. They'll cost nothing, and I can sell 'em at full prices in England. I shall be a millionaire. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So now Uncle Andrew has momentarily forgotten his fears once he discovers (or rather his nephew discovers) a get-rich-quick scheme, and now he plans on colonizing Narnia so that he can built machines with its magic soil. Digory is more concerned with finding something in the magic land to help his mother, which Uncle Andrew regards as unimportant. (I mean even Show Curtain cared enough about Nicholas to care when he was dying):

"Uncle Andrew", he [Digory] said, "do you think there's anything here that would cure Mother?" "What are you talking about?" said Uncle Andrew. "This isn't a chemist's shop. But as I was saying—" "You don't care twopence about her," said Digory savagely. "I thought you might; after all, she's your sister as well as my Mother. Well, no matter. I'm jolly well going to ask the Lion himself if he can help me." And he turned and walked briskly away. Polly waited for a moment and then went after him. "Here! Stop! Come back! The boy's gone mad," said Uncle Andrew. He followed the children at a cautious distance behind; for he didn't want to get too far away from the green rings or too near the Lion. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

At this point, Uncle Andrew's story diverges from the rest of the narrative. Aslan starts singing and creating the rest of Narnia's talking animals, which disturbs Uncle Andrew. His solution to dealing with his negative feelings is Curtain-level denial in that he literally gaslights himself into believing that the animals are only making animal noises which leads to him panicking because he suddenly realizes that the children, the horse, and cab driver are interacting with the animals (and thus are no doubt about to be eaten) which means the animals will eat the magic rings and then he'll be stuck in Narnia forever.

And the longer and more beautiful the Lion sang, the harder Uncle Andrew tried to make himself believe that he could hear nothing but roaring. Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed. Uncle Andrew did. He soon did hear nothing but roaring in Aslan's song. Soon he couldn't have heard anything else even if he had wanted to. [...] And when they [the animals] laughed—well, you can imagine. That was worse for Uncle Andrew than anything that had happened yet. Such a horrid, bloodthirsty din of hungry and angry brutes he had never heard in his life. Then, to his utter rage and horror, he saw the other three humans actually walking out into the open to meet the animals.

"The fools!" he said to himself. "Now those brutes will eat the rings along with the children and I'll never be able to get home again. What a selfish little boy that Digory is! And the others are just as bad. If they want to throw away their own lives, that's their business. But what about me? They don't seem to think of that. No one thinks of me." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

But someone does think of Uncle Andrew. For you see, when the children, the cab driver, and the lead animals go off with Aslan to have an A plot, the rest of the animals are left with nothing to do but notice and curiously investigate Uncle Andrew. You see, Aslan warned the animals that an evil (the witch) has entered the land and of course, the animals stand to reason that Uncle Andrew might be the evil. The animals also can't understand Uncle Andrew like they can understand the children (because Uncle Andrew's gaslighting works both ways), and Uncle Andrew looks so thin, pale, tall, old, ugly, and dirty that the animals assume he must be a completely different species than the children and the cab driver.

So the animals move towards Uncle Andrew to investigate which leads to a chase scene. The Narnia air gives Uncle Andrew super speed (at least for an old man, he gets the ability to run like a high school track star), but the animals are faster, chase him down, and eventually surround him on all sides. (The rest of the photos are from here: X)

What struck him [Uncle Andrew] most of all was the number of open mouths. The animals had really opened their mouths to pant; he thought they had opened their mouths to eat him. Uncle Andrew stood trembling and swaying this way and that. He had never liked animals at the best of times, being usually rather afraid of them; and of course years of doing cruel experiments on animals had made him hate and fear them far more. [...] Then Uncle Andrew dropped down in a dead faint. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

An argument then ensues amongst the animals over whether Uncle Andrew is an animal or merely a poor tree that has fallen. The bulldog smells him and insists Uncle Andrew is a type of animal, but he's outvoted by the other talking animals who insist he must be a tree. Then they debate over how best to plant him, because they can't decide if Uncle Andrew's "fluffy mop hair" or his legs are his roots. Lucky for Uncle Andrew, they figure that his legs spread out more, like roots ought to, so they plant him legs first, piling the dirt up to his knees. Then they notice that for a tree, he looks very withered, so they decide to use the elephant to give him some water.

But the Elephant walked quietly to the river, filled her trunk with water, and came back to attend to Uncle Andrew. The sagacious animal went on doing this till gallons of water had been squirted over him, and water was running out of the skirts of his frock-coat as if he had been for a bath with all his clothes on. In the end it revived him. He awoke from his faint. What a wake it was! [...]

When the watering brought him to his senses, he found himself soaking wet, buried up to his thighs in earth (which was quickly turning into mud) and surrounded by more wild animals than he had ever dreamed of in his life before. It is perhaps not surprising that he began to scream and howl. This was in a way a good thing, for it at last persuaded everyone (even the Warthog) that he was alive. So they dug him up again (his trousers were in a really shocking state by now). As soon as his legs were free he tried to bolt, but one swift curl of the Elephant's trunk round his waist soon put an end to that. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Once the animals determine that the muddy soaked mess of Uncle Andrew is a living creature, they decide to keep him safe until Aslan can get a proper look at him, which means Uncle Andrew is left in the care of these talking animals for several days. They built him a little cage out of trees, and offer him various things to eat. Birds drop worms on him, squirrels throw nuts at him, a donkey gives him thistles.

The Bear was especially kind. During the afternoon he found a wild bees' nest and instead of eating it himself (which he would very much like to have done) this worthy creature brought it back to Uncle Andrew. But this was in fact the worst failure of all. The Bear lobbed the whole sticky mass over the top of the enclosure and unfortunately it hit Uncle Andrew slap in the face (not all the bees were dead). The Bear, who would not at all have minded being hit in the face by a honeycomb himself, could not understand why Uncle Andrew staggered back, slipped, and sat down. And it was sheer bad luck that he sat down on the pile of thistles. "And anyway," as the Warthog said, "quite a lot of honey has got into the creature's mouth and that's bound to have done it some good." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

In the end, the animals begin to grow found of Uncle Andrew, and hope that Aslan will allow them to keep him as their new pet. They name him "Brandy" because that is one of the few words/noises that the animals were able to understand from Uncle Andrew's muddled speeches. When Aslan finally does take a look at him, Uncle Andrew looks (unsurprisingly) like a terrified wreck and is shaking from terror and alcohol withdrawal. Aslan puts a spell on him so that he falls asleep and can be relieved of his fear and withdrawal symptoms, at least until he goes home. When they finally return to London, Uncle Andrew wakes up in the street:

No one took any notice of the children for no one had seen them go or noticed them coming back. As for Uncle Andrew, what between the state of his clothes and the honey on his face, he could not have been recognized by anyone. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The children rush Uncle Andrew into the house and he immediately runs upstairs. At first they worry he's going to try to grab the rest of his magic rings, but instead he locks himself in his room so that he can drink and get rid of his withdrawal symptoms before cleaning himself up in the bathroom.

The book ends with Digory's mother getting better and Digory's father inheriting a big house in the country from a dead uncle, which Digory and his parents go to live in it together. And to thank Aunt Letty for taking care of his wife, Digory's father takes Uncle Andrew to live with them because the family decides that it isn't fair that Aunt Letty should always be the one to have to deal with him (and Letty was likely going to throw Uncle Andrew on the streets anyway at this point). This is how the book (and Uncle Andrew's story) ends:

Uncle Andrew never tried any Magic again as long as he lived. He had learned his lesson, and in his old age he became a nicer and less selfish old man than he had ever been before. But he always liked to get visitors alone in the billiard-room and tell them stories about a mysterious lady, a foreign royalty, with whom he had driven about London. "A devilish temper she had," he would say. "But she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So in the end Uncle Andrew decides to stop being a weird creepy uncle who does experiments on children and starts being a normal creepy uncle who brags about the hot younger "fine woman" he got to drive around London. I should also add that there are several more passages where Uncle Andrew uncomfortably comments on how attractive Jadis is, but I figured posting them would be a beating a dead horse.

In conclusion, here are all the reasons why Uncle Andrew is a brilliant combination of all of the TMBS show villain's worst qualities:

Like Curtain, he's an awful uncle and sibling and in fact is even worse because he doesn't care at all that his sister is dying and is willing to let his nephew die.

Like Curtain, he has a delusional ego but because he has the intelligence of Jeffers he has nothing to back it up with.

Uncle Andrew's ego also leads to his own version of Curtain's "Endless Burden of Greatness" speech which is known as the "High and Lonely Destiny" speech, during which he manages to insult children, women, and the lower class, right before members of all three of those groups humiliate him for the rest of the book.

Like Curtain and Garrison, he does unethical experiments on children, but unlike them, there is no specific reason why children are needed for the experiment other than Uncle Andrew being to scared to travel to another world himself and he can't pay someone else to go because he has no money and everyone regards him as crazy

Like Curtain's happiness revolution, Uncle Andrew's magic is just stuff he stole from someone else that he doesn't fully understand and ends up causing him more problems in the end.

Like Curtain ignores Garrison's ethical concerns, Uncle Andrew blows right past his fairy godmother's warning about the dust and decides to use it to make magic rings.

Like Garrison, Uncle Andrew struggles with alcohol, and while that itself is no laughing matter, Uncle Andrew puts no effort into getting better, steals money from his sister to buy brandy, and drunkenly hits on women, while Garrison managed to work for Curtain for five years without drinking.

Like Garrison, he calls his "inventions" his "life's work" even though it basically amounts to nothing.

Like Jeffers, Uncle Andrew is unintelligent and wildly incompetent, but I don't think even Jeeper's failures can top Uncle Andrew's journey in which he is planted like a tree by wild animals who throw honey in his face.

Like all three of them, Uncle Andrew is drowning in self pity and gets easily beaten by children and wild animals.

There honestly might be more comparisons, but this more than covers the highlights.

I hope I have educated the public on why this man is the ultimate pathetic loser villain and yes, it is a crime that of all the books in the Chronicles of Narnia series, this one was never made into a movie. All I wanted as a child was to see Uncle Andrew get in a cab crash, fall in the mud, get planted like a tree, and smacked in the face with some honey. But at least the Dawn Treader movie gave us Eustace, and thank you C.S. Lewis for writing so many pathetic cringe-fail villain men who get what they deserve. It's what the world needed.

@sophieswundergarten I hope you like this analysis and thank you for encouraging my unhinged ideas.

#Very long post #But hopefully a fun one #I hope it finds its target audience #the chronicles of narnia #the magicians nephew #Uncle Andrew #digory kirke #polly plummer #ledroptha curtain #dr garrison #Jeffers #the mysterious benedict society #narnia #chronicles of narnia #aslan

[teddypickerry]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

— pairings! jonathan byers x fem reader

— word count! 2.2k

— warnings! cursing & suggestive material. mostly just ‘i miss you’ ‘i miss you more’ ‘no i do’ blah blah

— summary! in which long distance sucks. but a phone call from your boyfriend might just save the day <33

LONG DISTANCE relationships are hard. everyone knows that. over forty percent of long distance relationships end in breakups... within five months. yeah. so you can imagine the difficulty and the pain that y/n felt as she watched her boyfriend move over a thousand miles away. the byers family had enough of the hurt and emptiness that the dark town had brought their family. so y/n was more than understanding of their move. but that didn't mean she liked it.

it had been three months since the byers moved and jonathan had yet to stick to his promise. his promise of phone calls every other day, even if he was busier than hell. y/n understood, he had moved to a whole new state and he was the man of the house he had always joked. jonathan had to deal with the stress of moving and coach his little brother, will, and new sister, eleven, through it. three months felt like an eternity however, y/n doubted she'd make it without her best friend here with her. sure she had steve, nancy, robin, and the kids but they all noticed her sad glances when she noticed the empty seat during movie nights. or sat alone in classes, as if jonathan's ghost were sat beside her.

"i'm sorry i haven't called," a voice rang into her ear as y/n sat on her bed, twirling the phone chord with her hand. "it's okay, jon. you've been busy. your mom's been telling me all about it."

"ugh, yeah. but i'm just... i'm sorry. i have no excuse really. i just miss you," he mumbled into the phone as he fell on his bed, pressing the phone to his ear as he imagined what his girlfriend was doing right now. he could picture her perfect smile and her pretty hair. and god he could practically smell her. "i miss you too."

"what are you doing right now?" jonathan asked his girlfriend, a smile tugging at his lips. "studying, i presume?"

y/n felt herself hold back a smile as she glanced over at the notes and books open on the end of her bed. her boyfriend knew her too well. "i don't know what you're talking about, byers." she could hear his chuckle on the other side of the line, wanting to reach through the phone and see the look on his face as he did so. "yeah, okay l/n."

there was a silence on both sides. as if they ran out of things to talk about, or began to think too hard what to talk about. y/n could only feel frightened at this. never once in her life did she not know what to say to jonathan except for when they were in seventh grade. when they were at stacy calmon's party and were dared to kiss. but that's a story for another time. "i went to a party last night with steve. he wanted me to pretend to be his sick sister so he could get laid."

"sounds like steve," jonathan humored as he cracked a smile. "who's party?" the thought of y/n at a party was always an interesting one. she had been to very few in her life, not having a desire to watch people she disliked get plastered and then procreate in a random person's bed. "noel may's. he has the good shit at his parties."

"noel's? that guys a dick. what are you doing hanging out with him?" y/n could hear her boyfriend's dismay in his voice as if she just told him the mind flayer was back. "well you don't know him. i mean yeah he was an ass freshman year but he's changed. steve and i have been hanging around him a lot lately."

"hm," jonathan hummed as he tried to avoid a frown. four months ago his girlfriend wouldn't even think of being within six feet of the popular jock who used to call her boyfriend slurs. he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, considering how steve used to treat the couple and he now was someone who would never leave y/n's side. they were best friends and it seemed to be that way for the rest of eternity. "well if you like him..."

y/n could feel the judgement from her boyfriend's side. which only made her sigh as she made her way over towards her books. shutting them and placing them on top of her dresser. the only thing she could hear was her boyfriend's breaths on the other side of the line. jonathan also glanced around his room unsure what to say. when he noticed a picture of them framed from prom last year. he didn't want to go at all. but with convincing from his girlfriend and his mom, he was in a suit with a rose in his hand. and luckily for him, that night happened to be one of the best he ever had. it was the night he fell in love with her. "remember prom?"

"mhm and how much you didn't want to go," y/n smiled fondly as she turned to face the polaroid taped to her wall. 'Forever' jonathan had wrote on the frame of the small photo. his smile in it the biggest she had ever seen. she remembered nancy snapping the photo and running to hand it to her when it developed. y/n had never loved anything more. "but i had fun didn't i? you we're right as always."

"say that again," y/n joked in a seductive voice making jonathan spit out yet another chuckle on the other side. "i told you i loved you that night. i think i always loved you but... that night. it was the very first night i knew i loved you. the way you were laughing at my jokes in the car on the way to the motel. in the dress that looked absolutely perfect on you."

y/n remained silent as she reminisced on the evening, her eyes still locked on the photograph. "i'll always love you, y/n." jonathan smiled into the phone as the girl hummed. "this sounds like a breakup?" she humored as he laughed. "no, never."

"can i be honest?" she started to play with the phone chord nervously as jonathan furrowed his eyebrows from the other side of the line. "yeah..? see now this sounds like a breakup."

"well, the parties. i always go with steve or someone you know and... i just don't want to seem lonely. but they all know, i know they do. i see all their puppy dog sad eyes everytime i sit next to an empty seat. it's just not the same. i keep trying to fill the void of you not being here but... it doesn't work." y/n laid down, the phone against her ear. she could feel jonathan's sadness. there was a reason she didn't share her loneliness with him earlier, she didn't want him to feel bad. there was eventually a sigh on jonathan's side as he rubbed his face with his hand.

"do you know how much i miss you?" jonathan whispered as if he didn't want y/n to catch it. she closed her eyes. "i haven't made any friends here. that's kind of why i've been avoiding the talks. i just, i can't lie to you. and i knew you'd be all worried so i just... avoided. i'm sorry. i don't mean to leave you all alone."

"so we're just two lonely losers," y/n blurted out making both parties fall into a fit of laughter. she opened her eyes as she glanced over at the polaroid once more. "i wish i could fly. i'd just pick you up and we'd go back in time. before all of this crap we've been through. just back to the very first night we met. at the party."

"when we first kissed. i can practically taste your strawberry lipgloss.” the boy smiled fondly. the two both laid down silently as y/n glanced over at the clock. it was far past when she should be asleep but she didn't seem to mind. not when jonathan was on the other end. "what if i come visit you?" her midnight thoughts got the best of her as she mumbled into the phone. jonathan sat up as he furrowed his eyebrows. "you want to come here?"

"i know you wanted to come home for christmas and come visit everyone and you still should. but i just... i don't know it's stupid nevermind. i'll see you in a month and a half anyways." y/n sighed to herself as jonathan shook his head, as if she could see him. "no, no it's not stupid. i could never get enough of you. you could just come for a long weekend you know. thursday night and come home sunday night. three nights of you is all i've ever dreamed of."

"okay now that was a cringe line," y/n giggled as she smiled. jonathan did the same as he shook his head once more. "okay sorry. but really? you'd wanna come visit me here?"

"of course, jon. i want to see your new life. see where you, el, and will hangout. scope out if there's any girls that might try and steal you, you know the usual." y/n shrugged into the phone. "there's no girl ever who could ever take your place c'mon."

"yeah i know... what are you doing?" the girl questioned as she could hear her boyfriend rustling around. "grabbed the newspaper, looking at flights."

"you get the hawkins newspaper? not even the editor of the hawkins daily gets the hawkins daily." the girl laughed at her geeky boyfriend, fighting the urge to call him a major geek. "i like to be informed. shut up... there's one next weekend to the airport about an hour from here. this could work. the only problem is your dad."

"i'll just tell him i need to fly a thousand miles so i can get a shag," she smiled sweetly into the phone making jonathan jokingly scoff. "mhm, he'd love that. surely a yes."

"next weekend he's gonna be in sheffington for a meeting anyways. it seriously wouldn't be an issue. and robin can totally get me out of school on friday. she's a master at copying handwriting," y/n plotted as she smirked to herself. feeling her boyfriends excitement through the phone. "holy shit, i'm gonna see my girlfriend."

"holy shit, you're gonna see your girlfriend." y/n mocked making jonathan simply smile at the thought. "you still have to ask your mom and i still have to go buy the ticket tomorrow."

"well if you're getting the one here i'll get the one on the way back. no protest," jonathan added the end words, predicting his girlfriend's argument. she smiled at his words. "fine, you idiot. but don't just not buy it so you can hog me for a month. i'm very popular and well liked."

"oh trust me know. i had to wait in line for five hours on our first date to even speak to you." he humored. "i w- mom!"

"hi, sweetie! i haven't talked to you since last week. how are you doing?" the familiar and comforting voice of joyce byers filled y/ns ears as she giggled. "hi, joyce! i'm fine, thank you."

"mom give me the phone back and my girlfriend back, please and thank you." jonathan muttered from the other side of his mother as she gave him a pout before handing him the phone once more. "wait is it okay if y/n comes and stays with us next weekend? there's a flight on thursday night."

joyce lit up at this question immediately responding in an inevitable yes. this resulted in a five minute rivalry over a conversation with you. jonathan won in the ending shaking his head as joyce walked off to check on will. the teenager sighed, leaning against the table. "it's like midnight for you. go to bed."

"hm... no. try again later." y/n hummed, fighting off a yawn as she pulled the comforter over herself. "you're tired. sleep, please. i need a fully refreshed girlfriend for next weekend. we can't have a tired girl who can't stay up all night."

"staying up all night doing what?" she teased him as he pressed his lips together, watching his mother enter the room once more. "oh you know..." he awkwardly laughed. "just go to bed, m'kay? then you can spend all day tomorrow bragging to our friends about how you're gonna see me."

"mh.... fine. but only because i want to not because you're telling me," y/n nodded as jonathan smiled at his girlfriend's sureness. "love you."

"gonna dream of that long hair of yours that i've yet to see."

"oh shush."

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #joyce byers #will byers #robin buckley #stranger things fic #charlie heaton #jonathon byers #jonathon byers x reader

[variousqueerthings]

Coming back to this laaaate, but @brilliantfantasticgeronimo hope it's okay I pull this onto a post, because it's easier for me to focus on than in replies!

this idea that the Doctor lands someplace and ruins everyone's day by being so Badass and Awestriking isn't really a Thing in Nu!Who "is also contrasted with the theme of the doctor inspiring *others* to do things (v Explicit theme in s1 but it's present in all those other CoDs you mention)... re:2, i think the one exception would be 7 but i think with 7 the chess-god-manipulator thing works bc we see the consequences of it thru ace. we also see it w/ amy and river but (cont) but i feel we never quite grapple w/ it emotionally (they adore the doctor anyway in the end) (except for a handful legit, hard-hitting eps like the girl who waited or town called mercy). .. and altho in both classic who and rtd who the companions function as a very important role *in the text*, u can still find fandom completely ignoring that and treating doc's 1-10 as power fantasies as well. so it's smth always there but that moffat rlly made literal also i've really liked your posts on asexuality on dw and idk if you've written this but just in case, i think it's also relevant to the very specific way some het guys are so protective of the doc's asexuality/aromancy(+the show's): "asexuality" as it functions in dw is celebrated by those guys ( i suspect) bc it gives the fantasy power over the "womanly wiles" - it's a proof of how the doc is so "enlightened" and "above" the temptress or seduction trope. (cont) (csdkjf sorry for going ott on replies rip) and it's also why i think in moffat's who the doc's sexuality is kind of tied to the idea of it like... """humbling"" or ""humanizing"" the character (as problematic as those ideas are,,, i think there's a basis to deduct that they come from before in canon)

OKAY SOOOO HI!

I just watched The God Complex right after The Girl Woman Who Waited so I'm riding that high of Consequences! Emotional Follow-through! Mmmm good plots!

I have not actually seen 7 yet outside of cute clips with Ace and ofc when he died due to the American healthcare system + gang warfare if I'm remembering correctly? and became our beautiful bouncing boy Eight, so iiiinteresting that this is a Thing, I didn't know that 👀👀👀👀👀

again, God Complex + Girl Who Waited feel like the most this era has explored Eleven's kinda... vibes around in terms of being some big Machinator who ruins peoples lives by dragging them into his shit, because he cannot Not: "I stole your childhood and now I’ve led you by your hand to your death. But the worst thing is I knew. I knew this would happen, this is what always happens. Forget your faith in me. I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. Look at you. You’re glorious, Pond, the girl who waited for me. I’m not a hero. I really am just a mad man in a box. And it’s time we saw each other as we really are." Mmmm good stuff

we'll see how the next episodes do/season 7, but I've heard good things about Town Called Mercy which is an episode that I was not taking in at allll last time, because I was kind of... annoyed... by then.... and not really taking in good stuff (unlike this time)

ASEXUALITY ON DW IS LIKE! LOOK I'M WRITING OUT A SCRIPT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO BECAUSE IT'S SO FASCINATING RIGHT??? BOTH IN TERMS OF HOW THE CHARACTER EMBODIES AN AROACE IDENTITY AS ALIEN AND AS OTHERED WITHIN THEIR OWN SOCIETY AND AS A PERSON WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE THESE THINGS --- AND IN HOW FANDOM THINKS ABOUT THE WORD "ASEXUALITY"

(will I ever actually put together a youtube video, who knows, but I could, I edit professionally for parts of my job, and I have the Receipts!) (but the energy of it all youknow)

I am so pleased you spelled out the "womanly wiles" trope, because yes, I hadn't quite seen that, but had been circling around like... the Enlightened Asexual (or the Celibate Monk as I believe M*ffat once called it with reference to Sherlock) (and then someone like Irene Adler is the epitome of that Temptress in his version of the story...)

and what you're saying about "humbling" and "humanising" is so fascinating, because ofc to a bunch of us aces and aros and aroaces the part where the Doctor struggles to form normative relationships is one of the the most humanising factors, and ofc M*ffat especially likes the "Godlike" Doctor quite a bit but it comes back to these ideas of allosexuality and alloromanticism

but then also rejects a lot of those ideas, from memory, for being too simplistic after all, because people struggle to write the Doctor as simply alloromantic and allosexual (I've heard because the Doctor is alien, because the Doctor is more compelling when lonely, because the narrative couldn't sustain it, etcetcetc, but in the end it all comes back to "the Doctor as Character cannot get into these relationships for... reasons...." and that becomes compelling character)

(also Gomez!Master is like "we're so beyond this, we're the best thing ever, we're nemeses, we're besties, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my silly rabbit," etcetcetc... paraphrased. but that's in M*ffat era)

(the more the show flirts with allosexuality and alloromanticism the more nuanced the Doctor becomes to me as an aroace character! because no longer is it an Enlightened Mightier Than Thou Cannot Be Touched Celibacy type Concept, it's someone who's being affected by deep relationships and very often unable to equate them using simple terms!!!! arghhh it's sooooo!!!! SOOOOOO!!!!!!!)

#doctor who #dw #the doctor #and now i go to beeed #doctor who meta #aroace doctor #acespec doctor #need to change my aroace doctor tags to acespec doctor tags #to be more precise... I hate being imprecise

[ithaquasbbg]

I need to make a masterlist just for this so I don’t have like 40 stories labeled “Ithaqua” on my main one so ignore this lol

“Ithaugust” 2023 master list

For some reason tumblr won’t let me color misspelled words? So I just have to deal with this lol.

Week one: Sun & moon ; Angst//Tragedy

Day one: “Once a hero, now a Villain”

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x (now dead) reader.

A character study on who Helel used to be, and who the love of his life once saw him to be.

Day two: “Karmas not on your side”

Pairing : none

A character study of Ithaqua and Nathaniel, and the guilt Ithaqua feels about not only the loss of his mother, but the death of his twin.

Day three: “Wherefore art thou thyself?”

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

A hurt/comfort fic about Ithaqua and his feelings on his appearance, along with his mental struggles in general.

Day four: “Before I kill you, I’ll treat you with sincerity.”

Pairing: Ithaqua x reader

In which Ithaqua tries to treat himself well as to not worry you, despite knowing he has no intents on staying much longer.

Day five: “Drifting apart like clouds”

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

The reader and Ithaqua are childhood friends who became lovers in their late teen years shortly before his exile.. when he returns, things are different.

Day six: “You forgot, But I remember”

Pairing : Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader, The captive! Nathaniel x reader

When the reader hits their head really hard and forgets about the love of their life so they cheat on him with his imprisoned twin brother (I cannot interfere, it’s a canon event)

Day seven: “Imitate the past, but never return”

Pairing: Ithaqua x reader

You and Ithaqua met as children and had spent the winters each year skating together under the moonlight. But without the sun shining, the moon can no longer be seen.

Week two: Fairytale dreams // Fluff & crack

Day eight : “A spoonful of sugar”

Pairing: Ithaqua x reader, Nathaniel x reader, first meet, so no kissing or anything

You just moved into an apartment next to a new cafe and go to check it out, meeting two identical twins who both seem interested in you.

Day nine: “Room service”

Pairing : Maid! Ithaqua x reader

After losing a bet to you, Ithaqua is forced to wear a maid dress against his will, and he’s not happy about it.

Day ten: “My side”

Pairing: Modern au! Ithaqua x reader

Your roommate, Ithaqua has some weird habits when it comes to organizing your dorm, though when it comes down to it, is willing to let you break the rules just once.

Day eleven: “Koi no yokan”

Pairing: Modern au! Ithaqua x reader

You and Ithaqua are online friends who have never seen each other in person, when you decide to come meet Ithaqua, he fears he may fall for you when he sees you.

Day twelve : “When we were kids”

Pairing : childhood friends, Ithaqua and reader. Reader had a crush, but never said anything

The reader looks back on how they had met their best friend, and the memories they shared… before their perception was forever changed.

Day thirteen: Ithalva and ithagrace Headcanons

Pairing: Ithaqua x Alva, Ithaqua x Grace

Prompt was “dynamic with another character”- so I did some ship brain rot I’ve been having!

Day fourteen: Moonlight - Morningstar x reader

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

After embarrassing himself in front of a ballroom of people, Helel has to pretend to be interested in you, despite both of you not liking each other in the slightest.

Week 3 - What if??

Day fifteen: Love me again

Pairing: pre-manor Ithaqua x reader

The reader and Ithaqua are in love, though when an event turns Ithaqua’s life upside down, what will happen to the love the two of you share?

Day sixteen: Happy birthday, brother.

Pairing : PLATONIC Itha and Nathaniel (they’re brothers this is not romantic ew)

Ithaqua had always taken getting to celebrate his birthday with the people he loves for granted, not knowing he had a twin who had never been allowed to celebrate.

Day seventeen: A broken man

Pairing: post manor! Ithaqua x reader

After coming home from the manor and given the thing he had wanted the most, you and his mothers sanity restored, Ithaqua is quite different, and you know it.

Day eighteen: Hero

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

Everybody had always viewed Helel as a villain except for you, much to his brothers dismay.

Day nineteen: Soft spot

Pairing : survivor! Ithaqua x reader

Ithaqua comes back from a match injured, much to your dismay.

Day twenty: You’re not a monster

Pairing: Ithaqua x reader

After being tortured by Nathaniel, Ithaqua’s mother can only see him as a monster, and he desperately needs your help.

Day twenty one: Mine!

Pairing : Ithaqua x fairy! Reader, Nathaniel x fairy! Reader

Mother had always told her sons about fairies, what happens when they meet one?

Weeks 3 & 4 - Song fics

Day twenty two: Executioner

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

Helel loves you, and what better way to show love than to cut you open?

Based on: The red means I love you

Day Twenty three: Watching over you

Pairing: modern! Ithaqua x reader

You haven’t spoken to Ithaqua since your breakup, but after finding him in need of comfort one day, you manage to mend your relationship

Based on : Beach bonfire.

Day twenty four: I missed you, brother

Pairing: none

Ithaqua hates his brother with his being, Nathaniel wants to disappear, and mother is overcome with guilt for leaving one of her sons with their father. (MODERN AU)

Based on: Mushrooms - Mili

Day twenty five: in the stars

Pairing : none

After the death of his mother, Ithaqua writes one last note to her.

Original song : In the stars - Benson Boone

Day twenty six: Won’t you stay, my darling?

Pairing: Morningstar! Ithaqua x reader

Ithaqua longs for you more than anything, willing to let his guard down, just for you to be with him.

Loosely based on: “Curses” by the cane wives

Day twenty seven: Regain control

Pairing : Nebu/Nathaniel Norwell x reader

After years of imprisonment and a near death experience at the hands of his brother, the former king gets the chance to live again with your help

Loosely based on: “King” by Lauren Aquilina

Day twenty six : Please

Pairing: Ithaqua x reader

He loved you dearly, but you betrayed him, you hurt him more than anything else and now all he can do is reflect on the past.

Based on (only loosely): “Racing into the night” - Yoasobi

Day Twenty seven : Generations

Pairing : (PLATONIC) Ithaqua and child reader

You’re the child of Ithaqua, and one night before bed he tells you a story that makes him think of his mother, and how much she would have loved you

Completely forgot the song it was inspired by oops

Day twenty eight : Love like you

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

You wish you could see yourself as perfect as Ithaqua sees you, little do you know, he’s willing to wait until you learn to love yourself

Inspired by : Love like you - Steven universe

Day twenty nine : One last smile

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

The reader is Ill and on their death bed, forcing Ithaqua to look back at all the time you had spent together

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I think that is the last fic :) this was fun to write and really made me think more about how I interpreted Ithaqua as a character!

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v ithaqua

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spare three caballeros headcanons?

Foaming at the mouth grabbing you by the shoulders I’m glad you asked (Guess who’s my favorite)

Panchito:

He’s much heavier than he looks.

His guns can talk. Or he can talk through them. They can have his voice or their own. Idk but they can talk. Based off that one part in the og film where they sung their song (“We’re brave and we say so”)

He’s not dumb, he’s gullible. He’s very eager to help others, which ends up with him getting used pretty often. That being said though, you break his trust once and you’ll never get it back. Well. He makes exceptions sometimes. Depends.

Fairly easy to read.

His family (more specifically his mom, I suppose) owns a ranch in Mexico.

He’s one of those guys where if he pats you, he pats you REALLY hard. Like you’d nearly fall forward just from his force alone.

He rarely gets sick, but when he does it’s super bad. Donald and José send him care packages.

He’s a morning person. (*cough* *cough* HE’S A ROOSTER *cough*)

He, of course, crows loudly every sunrise without fail.

When he’s super angry or squaring up on you, he’ll paw at the ground with his feet despite that being a bull’s habit. (Maybe he picked it up from someone?)

He used to own a nightclub at some point. (A successful one, at that!) It was more like a 1930’s-esque one and was located in the US, since he moved there from Mexico and heard the country guaranteed success and all that. It was destroyed in an earthquake. It was a two-story building, the first being the actual club and the second floor being where he lived. The second floor fell on the first and had he been on the first floor, he surely would’ve been crushed to death. (*panchito voice* I could’ve been added to the ofrenda-!) He moved back to Mexico after that. (Based off how his og voice actor used to own a club from what I’ve heard. It didn’t get destroyed by an earthquake though.)

He met Donald through said club.

Low key has a fear of uh. Earthquakes.

He snores like “snork-mimimimimimi” except instead replace every “mi” with “cluck.” (“Snork-cluckcluckcluckcluckcluck”)

Trans man. Gay asexual <333

He tends to tap and stomp his feet when he’s happy. Usually rhythmically. (Bubbly excitement type of happy)

He’s the type of guy where even if he’s only known you for, say, a few days, he’d treat you like he’s known you for years.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie call him Uncle “Cheeto” because they misheard one of his nicknames (“Chito”) and it stuck.

Speaking of uhhh nicknames, his nicknames are: Paquito, Panch, Paco, Chito, Chaco, and Amor. José is the one who calls him the last one.

He’s pretty loud. Obviously.

He tackles José a lot.

José <3:

He has really sweaty hands and is rather self-conscious about it. This is one of the main reasons why he constantly wears gloves.

Amab non-binary(still goes by just he/him) Pansexual.

If you make him laugh hard enough, you might hear him snort.

Prolly has the AUGHHHHH snore or just snores normally I can’t decide.

Drools too. (Based off that one photo of him in Louie’s Eleven from dt17 <3333 One of my favorite images)

He likes to read.

A walking heater.

He has an impressive voice range. Does a good job of masking his voice and copying speaking mannerisms. Perfect for prank calls I guess. You’d have to listen for his accent to try and see if it’s him or not, otherwise it can be hard to tell. He can do a decent Johnny Bravo impression(albeit with an accent) and the triplets think it’s hilarious.

Donald:

His sleep schedule is super fucked up because of his time at night as Paperinik.

I can’t decide if I want to keep him as the token cishet for funnies or if I want to give him genuine queer hcs. If I end up on the latter he’s a trans man. Either straight or unlabeled sexuality-wise but with a preference for women.

That was a lot. Thanks for asking!

#Idk if Panchito has a pre-existing family but the brainrot hit so hard that I made him one with a couple of cousins #I am brainstorming more cousins as I type #crisp talks #hcs #disney hcs #cabs hcs #panchito pistoles #josé carioca #donald duck #the three caballeros #Having only two bullets for Donald is kinda funny considering I like him a lot actually

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Okay aside from my hatred for how it treated Eveline, the DLC also just, wasn't great? And didn't matter? Spoilers below the cut

Okay so getting big thing out of the way: The DLC takes place before the 8 epilogue of Rose at Ethan's grave. Meaning that everything we see doesn’t matter. Rose was never going to lose her powers, she was always going to escape the mold mind palace (btw I’m gonna call it “mold mind palace” this whole time) and it just felt cheap to have the ENTIRE epilogue shown at the end. Like just show her on the bus, we know this scene. I kept waiting throughout the scene to see if they would show us anything new or different, but they didn't. That ending was pointless.

K was also such a nothing character. I speculated that it could be John, since the two characters' faces are similar, but it wasn't. Rose calls him K. John's HWS name is Lobo. If it were Dion she was meeting, that nickname might make sense (K9. There's actually a file in 8 that refers to Canine with that shortened nickname so it would've been possible) but Dion obviously doesn't look like this guy. Not to mention the reveal that he was never there doesn't do anything for us. We knew nothing about this guy, had no attachment to him, so Miranda tricking Rose the entire time means nothing to us. If it had been an actual former HWS member, or, hell, CHRIS then we might have felt something.

Also just the insinuations that 1) Chris is STILL leading HWS 16 years later 2) they're inviting more people to be part of HWS 3) HWS hasn't been shut down yet despite them having been a rogue team when we saw them operating in 8 and they went straight to BSAA HQ, meaning they probably would've received some consequences for going rogue and 4) they've asked Rose, a 16-year-old, to join their team, are all absurd

The DLC is also just really lazy. They recycle ideas, like Miranda using illusions to trick someone into seeing a person that wasn't even there, they recycle models, like seriously Evie looks exactly how she did in RE7, and her model there wasn't great and was still super clunky here and she wasn't proportioned like a child, and they reuse her tantrum animations from 7, they recycle locations just making things more messy or adding the new bloody mold goop to indicate this is the mind palace and not irl. They're lazy with Miranda's motivation too, like there's no reason for her to need Rose as a vessel for Eva anymore. If Eva's consciousness was truly in the mold like Miranda believed, then great! You're in the mold now, Miranda! Go find her! Why are you wasting time with Rose?

The "Michael" mystery was stupid. There was no real reason for him to not reveal himself to Rose right away. It wouldn't "complicate" anything, in fact she'd be more likely to trust you. He kept telling her to turn back, meaning if she had listened, they never would have gotten to speak, which is kind of what Ethan wanted. He wanted her out of the mind palace, safe, even if it meant he never saw her again. She probably could've taken solace in speaking to her dad, even if it wasn't face to face. Also the wording of "Not an enemy" was sooo dumb. Say you're a friend! Say you're family! "Not an enemy" makes her even less likely to trust you, because you aren't being anything reassuring to her right now

The game also tries way too hard to tug on the heart strings, and it doesn't work. I'm gonna bring up Evie here a bit although I'll do my best not to. I do not feel bad for Rose. As a long time fan and player of most games in this series, I can name more characters who have been through worse shit than Rose has than I can count on my fingers. Actually I will, this is my post, fuck it, feel free to skip the list

Sherry was orphaned at 12 and was infected with a virus that nearly killed her, then was held captive in a strange man's house for eleven years, that's 5 years of her adult life still in captivity, before gaining a false semblance of freedom by being forced to become an agent, on one of her missions was kidnapped and tortured for 6 months, and oh yeah her body stopped aging at 20

Manuela was infected with a disease that should have killed her, lost her mother at 5 years old, nearly died several times during DC, became an orphan at 16, and was locked up after being rescued because she still had powers and was still infected. Despite controlling her powers, she was not given any freedom, because the government was cautious (KEEP THIS IN MIND FOR LATER)

Claire, Chris, and Leon are all orphans, Leon definitely when he was a child, Chris and Claire it's up to speculation. The three of them went through the horrors of the early games as young adults, Claire only being 19.

Jill was kidnapped, brainwashed, and forced to become a murderous slave for a genocidal maniac who she sacrificed her life to try to kill

Ashley was kidnapped multiple times, infected, and had her body taken control of by another person against her will

Natalia was an orphan (WHO WATCHED HER PARENTS DIE BTW) who was isolated from her peers, kidnapped, tormented for months by Alex, experienced hallucinations, had an adult woman try to take control of her body, and despite having seemed safe, apparently is still suffering ptsd or worse from what Alex did to her. She was adopted by a normal family and treated like a normal child, but she was still safely monitored and there's no indication she had a normal social life (KEEP THIS IN MIND FOR LATER)

Lisa Trevor was kidnapped at age 14, became an orphan when her parents were killed and she was infected with a virus, and went mad as she was continually tortured and experimented on until her death at 35 years old

Alexia and Alfred Ashford were given a life of comfort, but were still an experimental vanity project that their father enacted because he was in love with one of his ancestors, which they learned of at only 12 years old. Alexia willingly infected herself at age 12, Alfred was forced large political power at that age, and went insane without his sister there to support him, and when Alexia woke up from cryo sleep, the first thing she saw was her brother's dead body

Eveline was created to be a bioweapon. She was never given a choice as to if she had these powers. She was younger than her ten-year-old physical appearance, because she was aged up artificially, she was tortured, abused, forced to kill people with powers she couldn't control, and denied any source of comfort despite having the wants and needs of a child, and she was murdered by a man who called her a little bitch as she cried and lamented why the world seemed to hate her.

Now. What struggles does Rose have? Why, her dad is dead and kids at school call her a freak, of course! Now Isn't that sad? Don't you feel terrible for her and can't wait for her to pick off Eveline, who was taunting her, like a bitter child would?

Also yes you read that right, kids at school. Rosemary Winters, who shows physical proof in public that she is an actively infected person who cannot control her abilities, is allowed to attend public school and receive childish bullying. Un-fucking-realistic. Such bullshit.

Like I said, they lay on the pathos thick. There is an entire section, with no real gameplay, as you walk around the house from the beginning of 8 as you get to hear Ethan's voice and Rose's commentary on things her dad said because wahhh isn't it sad that Ethan died? They tell you how Rose feels through dialogue instead of allowing the character to feel for the obviously forced pathos. The letter was also written way too on the nose to try and tug at some heart strings. The ending where Rose talks to Ethan (while still HILARIOUSLY obstructing his face) goes on for too long and not a single line isn't something sad/sweet/sappy to try and get in the audience's feelings. (Also Rose bringing a physical object of Ethan's ring out of a MOLD MIND PALACE makes no sense but w/e)

Okay but is the gameplay at least good? Nah not that either. You get two weapons, a handgun and a shotgun, the occasional pipe bomb, and Rose's freezing powers. Now I know that this is a DLC and of course there doesn't have to be a lot of content, but this was pathetic. There are only two real puzzles either. The playthrough I watched was 3 hours long. The only part I thought was really scary was running from the Mia mannequins, but gameplay-wise they're like super easy to defeat.

The story jumps forward 16 years for no real reason. We don't get any insight into this new world Rose is living in, 16 years from the current furthest point in the timeline, we meet no new characters except for K who we can't really assume told us anything real since he was an illusion. This story was unnecessary, a mess, none of the gameplay was spectacular, and it went out of its way to torture and villainize a character who had already suffered in life, not even giving her peace in death. Really shitty DLC, really bad time.

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