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stxrvel · 2 months

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the cliff (1)

hi guys! this is the first azriel fic i post here. i mainly do marvel but i just couln't stop thinking about this so i decided to take it forward. i hope you guys like this! see u next time <;33

summary: you never thought that the road to your mate could bring so much suffering… pairing: azriel x f!reader words: +4k warnings: briefly descriptions of torture, bad words, descriptions of sorrow¿?, angst but a happy ending, i think. also, English is not my first language and i actually read acotar in another language, so sorry for any mistakes! and also!! i haven't read a court of silver flames, so probably the facts around cassian and nesta's bond and feyre's pregnancy aren't accurate, sorry for that!

part 2: the house

part 3: the court

You were sure that the decisions you had made shouldn't have led you to that place. With your limp legs dragging against the grass, the wet feel of the mud drying coldly on your skin with each gale, increasing the chills that ran through your body, not only because of the dread and fear you had for your life, but because of the scorching frost on the top of that cliff.

There was something magical about wishing upon a shooting star. You knew it, your parents were living proof that it worked. They had met just after your mother had wished upon a dying star. Mates. And they promised you it would be the same for you. You hoped it would be the same for you when, encouraged by your same parents, you wandered Prythian in search of meeting the other end of the bond that you knew connected you to someone beyond, in search of a connection greater than you could ever understand.

You firmly believed in that magic one night, in the midst of the lonely and almost desolate journey from end to end, when lying watching the night sky you saw it pass by. A helpless shooting star.

You made your wish with your heart in your hand, closing your eyes and whispering as if it were a prayer. Maybe it was. You didn't know if that was what had gone wrong.

All you knew was that, the next day, your journey was over.

You hadn't finished waking up when you found yourself being dragged across the ground of the Day Court, right at the border it shared with the Night Court, from the hands of Ilyrian soldiers who wouldn't listen to your shouted words. Or simply preferred to ignore them.

You weren't sure how much you had screamed at them, even as they took you in the most savage way possible and furrowed you through the wind, the cold gusts of the Nightmare Court piercing your skin. But it had to have been a good while, because the next time you were above ground your throat was so dry you could barely breathe.

You didn't know what was going on, not even when days later, after feeding yourself with only mush and water, you met the first person willing to tell you something and not turn his face away from you. It was a man, Ilyrian too, with gigantic black wings that covered almost all the light in the small room where you were held captive. His constant presence invoked darkness.

He never introduced himself. He would only ask “who sent you?”, waiting for a sane answer from you, one that you couldn't give because every time you tried to say something that was not remotely like what he wanted to hear, he would move two fingers of his left hand and two more soldiers would enter the room and grab you roughly by the arms, pulling you closer to a barrel with water that was in the corner of the room. That was the water you usually drank, and it was never as cold as when they entered the room.

Needless to say, after a couple of days, you couldn't even go near the water anymore.

It could've been a couple of days, weeks or months… you weren't sure anymore. Time had become an insignificant concept compared to your desire for freedom. You had explained countless times to the Ilyrian the reasons why they had found you wandering near the Court, but that wasn't enough. Not even when you told him that they could confirm it with your family in the Summer Court. No excuse was good enough, the Ilyrian seemed to simply want to find a culprit, whatever he had to do, whoever he had to point the finger at.

And then, one day, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope. Another lone shooting star, which you barely caught through the bars the room had for windows. The memory of your parents flooded your memory, a dark cloud settling over you and drowning out any sense of calm you were able to collect after the ilyrians left. Through tears and sobs you begged the star for a way out, hoping its magic was powerful enough to fight the savage soldiers.

The next day more ilyrians than usual appeared, but they did not enter the room. Not after the High Lord of the Night Court did so first.

And you thought the star had heard you.

“She didn't say anything?”

His dismissive, indifferent tone almost made you shudder on the icy floor, but you didn't let that take away your hope, kneeling in front of him with dried tears and dirt on your face. With your hands clasped in front of you, as if he were a deity personified, you begged him to listen to you, but you had to watch him send you a disinterested glance before he turned in the direction of the entrance.

“Take her away.”

You didn't know why you had expected the high lord to intercede on your behalf, knowing the stories that brimmed through the Courts in Prythian. Your parents had warned you. They encouraged you to pursue the bond on your chest, but begged you to go no further than Court Day if the bond demanded it. They made you promise to return, and that they would then seek a way to find your mate if he or she was beyond the Night Court. You should've heeded, of course you did. When you saw the cold, emotionless eyes of the high lord's face, you regretted every decision you had made.

Even though you knew it shouldn't have been that way, because you had never done anything wrong. You had never tried to harm someone. Maybe that made it harder. Wondering every night why. Why did you deserve to go through that? What evil was it that you were paying for?

There was something magical about wishing on a shooting star, but that magic wasn't guarded for you.

Azriel had been spending sleepless nights for weeks now, without explanation. Things were quiet in Velaris, even in the Court of Nightmares. But when he entered the darkness of his room at night, when he tried to close his eyes with his wings spread across the bed, a knot stirred in his chest. Tears would well up behind his eyes and a sadness would engulf him from head to toe. It was so overwhelming that there were few nights when Azriel could contain the feelings and despair of his shadows.

He tried not to let that deficiency interrupt his work, but it was difficult when his eyes would close at the table during breakfast, or in the middle of the room when Rhys talked about the weekly goals. Several times his friends would start asking questions, but it was easy for Azriel to say he had trouble sleeping because that was never an uncommon occurrence over the course of his long life.

It was once Rhys told him that he had told Madja about his problem and she had sent him some herbs that it all started to get weirder.

Yes, Azriel was able to fall asleep. But every night he had strange dreams. Dreams of a life that was not his own. Memories of someone else he didn't even know. Another woman's life, somewhere Azriel could barely remember when he woke up, with more people who must have been close to her, but not to him, who shared her day to day life, who celebrated together with her, who were happy. Azriel didn't wake up much better in the mornings than when he spent the whole night without sleep.

Now he not only had to deal with the heaviness of lack of sleep, but with the questions. He could never think they were random dreams because he heard the same laughter every time, the same voice, the same place. He felt the same tranquility before waking up.

Azriel believed Madja would be his source of answers then.

“Your mate is looking for you,” the old woman answered him, one sunny day in Velaris when he chased her through her tent hoping she would answer his one question. That stopped him abruptly on his feet, his body from the abdomen upward leaning forward a bit from the suddenness of the movement.

“Mate?”

Madja barely hissed in response, a sound of affirmation that would haunt Azriel for several days afterward.

“How is that possible?”

“What?”

Madja was turning her back to him, her small body hunched over as she inspected the medicinal plants she kept for sale. Azriel watched them along with her, his mind moving through the threads of thoughts, between every memory of his dreams and every memory…of her.

“How can she do that?”

Azriel heard Madja sigh and the sound of metal followed as she dropped the gray watering can she had kept for years into place. Azriel could still remember the first time it had been seen, shiny and pompous in the Velaris sunlight. Madja's brown eyes roamed over his face and Azriel hadn't felt this way since the time when Rhys's mom had looked at him with loving motherly eyes.

“Don't ask me how the bond works, Shadowsinger. The Cauldron knows how it does things.”

Azriel could sleep less after that. Madja had left him with more questions than answers. And, on that note, Azriel began to fly over Velaris more often. For some reason, he felt she was close. The bond hadn't snapped into place yet, but he knew that the time was near when that would happen. He didn't even know if it had snapped for her yet, all he knew was that he had a mate over there, too far away from him, and too scared for him to stand idly by.

Eventually, Azriel had to talk to Rhysand. Rhys, his high lord, his best friend, his brother. Probably the only person in the Inner Circle who could fully understand how he felt at those moments. Because Azriel felt he was going to lose his mind if he didn't find his mate and end whatever suffering she was going through. The uncertainty was eating him alive and the hours of hopelessness and fear that were going on inside him, around that emptiness in his chest, did not ease things at all. If he felt this way from the comfort of his home, he didn't want to imagine what she was going through.

Rhysand agreed to allow him more outings to enlarge the perimeter of his search, but the passing days proved his effort fruitless.

“Everything okay, brother?”

Cassian had met his mate. Nesta, Feyre's sister. Azriel was very happy for him, very happy that his brothers had found their life mates and that he could realize the good they brought into their lives. But there was a huge shadow that haunted him, beyond the darkness he carried with him, and it had much to do with the guilt of not being able to find and deliver his mate from suffering. He no longer knew how much time had passed. His shadows stirred restlessly every day, with every memory, with every gale.

Azriel sighed when he felt Cassian's hand on his left shoulder, as they both stood watching Velaris from the top of a mountain.

“I don't know what to do anymore, Cassian,” Azriel let out, his shoulders slumping under the pressure and stress.

He usually didn't talk about the subject of his mate with his brothers, not as often as someone would think to be so close. It was something Azriel held close to his heart and wanted to resolve on his own, but so many failures were beginning to weigh him down.

Cassian patted his shoulder and then gave it a squeeze, trying to silently comfort him, though he knew that would do little to soothe the clamor in his soul. Because, though the bond hadn't snapped for Azriel, he could well believe that he had had it tugging at his chest in an unfamiliar direction for months now. Even if he didn't feel the bond, the mere acknowledgement of its existence was agony, especially when it didn't help him find his mate.

Cassian sighed beside him, letting a few seconds pass in silence before speaking again, his gaze fixed on Velaris' expanse and his heart shrinking at the visible suffering on his brother's face.

“Rhysand is traveling to the camp, will you accompany us?”

Azriel lately had little desire for anything other than touring Velaris and the surrounding area of the Court of Nightmares looking for his mate, but this time he decided to accept. For some reason, Azriel decided to accompany them.

The Night had been feuding with the Summer for a couple of years. Tarquin and Rhysand… were not on the best of terms. The last time Feyre had traveled to the Summer, pregnant with Nyx, Tarquin and his army had held her captive because of a misunderstanding in the information they had obtained from the Spring Court and the Mortal Lands. Rhysand almost destroyed the entire Summer Court with his bare hands if not for Cassian and Azriel, who were able to broker a deal between the two as mediators. It was a very tense time at the beginning.

Mind you, Rhysand did not leave without letting Tarquin know that it would be years before they would return to the same trade, diplomatic and friendly relations as before, if they could ever speak of forgiveness. Azriel remembered how the only person from the Night Court who could cross Tarquin's lands, for a time, was Mor. They were all warned and the meetings of the high lords were suspended, at least with respect to attendance.

For that reason, Rhysand became extremely wary of anyone connected with the Summer Court and for him, being the high lord, it was not too much work to know who wandered near his lands. They had already captured a handful of Summer Court spies in recent years and held them captive in camp with the Ilyrian soldiers.

Of course, the Night Court was much more careful with their spying, having Shadowsinger himself on their side. Azriel had visited the Summer Court a couple of times by stealth, handing Rhysand reports and any strategic breakthroughs he could decipher.

There was one, however, that they could not foresee. Someone Azriel never knew was coming out of the Summer Court. It had been a couple of years since then and it seemed the Ilyrians had been unable to break the spy's stone will.

“Are you going all the way to the mountain?” Rhysand had stopped in front of Azriel as soon as his feet touched the grassy ground, a few feet from the entrance to the camp. His eyes flicked briefly to the bustle behind his high lord, his shoulders tensing unconsciously as he took slow steps towards Rhysand with his hands in the pockets of his tunic and his wings tucked neatly behind his back. Cassian landed behind him, kicking up a layer of wet grass and mud that soiled his boots.

“Argh.”

“I think I'll be at a distance this time.”

Rhysand nodded, with no intention of convincing Azriel to accompany him to give the imprisoned spies of the Summer a death scare.

“I hope the screams are worth this mudslinging,” Cassian spoke up, moving closer to his two friends, forming a small circle. Rhysand barely gave him a glance before turning on his heels and beginning to make his way to the entrance of the camp, where some of the soldiers were clustered to see the high lord. “You're going to be in the bay?”

“Yes,” Azriel walked alongside Cassian, scowling at the entrance through which Rhysand had just crossed, the Ilyrian soldiers freezing in front of their high lord. “I'll watch from afar. Right now I don't have the stomach for anything.”

“I understand, brother,” Cassian squeezed his shoulder again amicably, sending him a tight-lipped look. Cassian was quite good with words, despite many labeling him as insensitive for being Ilyrian, but he knew Azriel well enough to know when he wanted to talk about something and when he preferred not to. “See you then.”

Cassian followed in Rhysand's footsteps, approaching in long strides, while Azriel paused watching his companions disappear into the distance.

Sighing, the knot in his chest tightened. It was so strange to have a void that could feel so many things. Azriel often wondered how it was possible that he still didn't feel the bond, when his emotions had expanded out of his head and there was no longer a feeling he didn't sense inside his bones.

Flapping his wings to take flight, Azriel set off towards the bay, close to the cliff where Rhysand planned to take the Summer Court spies. He was a few yards away, close enough to make out figures, but not too far away that he couldn't hear the screams.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, damp despite the early rising sun, his shadows began to stir around him, restless. They must've sensed his nervousness, the anxiety that ran through his chest like electric currents to his fingertips, causing him to spasm and break out in a cold sweat. Azriel could barely see them moving around him, separating from his body and stirring on the ground just a few centimeters before turning back.

At the top of the cliff he could already make out the figures of Rhysand and Cassian, walking menacingly towards the inmates, leaving them no choice but to keep walking backwards until they fell into the void, where Cassian would then land them, one by one. Azriel could hear them if he wanted to, but his mind and his shadows kept him a bit distracted.

He barely made out the first screams and the sound of Cassian's wings when his shadows began to whisper, much more restless.

Close.

Help.

Fear.

Help.

Azriel raised his head and his eyes stopped just short of Rhysand's figure in front of about three spies. At that moment, Azriel's shadows took off, moving at great speed across the grass and stones, with the Shadowsinger unable to do anything to stop them, though he tried. His confused gaze swept over the small figures on the cliff, with such speed that his head was beginning to ache, but he couldn't recognize anything.

He was about to fly in the direction his shadows had gone, when a strange, overwhelming sensation, somewhere between irrational fear and deep sadness, sent his back to the ground moving across his chest, as one of the figures slipped and fell into the void. Azriel felt all the air stolen from his lungs, opening his mouth to try to catch his breath, as those sensations coursed through his entire body and settled in his chest, taking strong root as if they belonged there. They were so overwhelming that they caused him physical pain. The ache he must've been feeling for months.

The bond.

The few remaining shadows beside him whispered endlessly.

Help.

Azriel raised his head, breathing hard. He felt his chest split open, as if with great force they were breaking his sternum to pull out his heart. It was such an overwhelming and painful sensation that, but for his strong will, he would surely have lost consciousness.

Help.

Mate.

Azriel thought afterwards that he had never moved so fast or with such force as that moment, when he realized what was happening. The adrenaline that coursed through his body, even feeling electric currents run through him from head to toe from the precise moment he felt the bond, didn't allow him to think too much about how the air hurt his eyes because he already knew exactly where he had to go. He had spent so much time flying without direction, walking the wrong paths and searching in empty places. At that moment, when he had a reason and a direction, Azriel couldn't think of anything else. He didn't want to.

He could only look at the figure falling off the cliff from the moment he raised his head. He could only head blindly towards it. The overwhelming fear that threw him backwards was the fear she felt as under her feet she felt the void, her hands moving forward trying to hold on to something that would allow her to live.

Azriel felt like he was about to die with her.

He met Cassian halfway from afar, who seemed to be about to fly in her direction to catch her when he ran into his friend, but Azriel moved too quickly and with anticipation without losing sight of his mate. The chill that ran through his body could've paralyzed him with fear, but how could he stand by and do nothing when his mate was falling to her undisputed death.

He thought he heard Rhysand's scream. Surely it was so, but in his mind there hovered only the thought that he must reach her, he must get there in time. Her hands were outstretched and Azriel stretched out his hands, hoping that would help him move faster.

Mind blank, Azriel felt like he had just pulled his head out of the water, his chest opening in an unfamiliar thrill as his body felt the warmth of his mate's body crashing against him and his arms wrapped around her in a promise to never let go again. His wings wrapped around her immediately after his arms, impacting a few seconds later against the muddy ground.

He was too close to not catch her. The thought left him breathless.

For a moment, he only heard his and her labored breathing, with the whistling of the wind through the trees and the movement of the water of a stream a few feet away. For a moment, Azriel went completely blank. Whether he was there or dreaming, he didn't know.

His hands clamped tightly around her arms, encircling her entire back, feeling the reality of what had happened sink in on him bit by bit. Fear gripped him once more then, considering that there was a chance he hadn't been there to stop that. To prevent it.

He didn't want to move. Still adrenaline coursed through his body and he was so alert that he could clearly hear the voices of his friends in the distance. Seconds later, when he heard their wings, he finally moved.

Azriel met your eyes and with that look alone he knew you had felt the bond as well.

“I'm sorry,” was all Azriel could think of, his eyes crystallizing, voice breaking. “I'm so sorry.”

You were transfixed. Azriel felt you looking at him with fear and that motivated him to move away from your body, but you gripped his arms tightly to hold him in place.

Azriel felt a great heaviness in his chest as he examined your face and what he saw did not please him at all. Guilt swelled on his shoulders, a great weight that ascended with each passing second and he could hardly imagine all that you had had to go through in that camp. You were right under his nose and he couldn't find you. What kind of a partner was he to let all that happen?

When he heard the footsteps of his friends, his shoulders tensed. But it didn't go unnoticed the way you also became aware of their presence and let go of his arms, rushing to hug yourself as you moved to sit behind Azriel. scared. Still breathing rapidly, Azriel sent a warning look. Cassian and Rhysand stopped a short distance away, noticing the obvious hostility emanating from their friend's body, but Rhysand just stopped for a second.

“Azriel, what the fuck?”

Rhysand was so angry that he seemed to have a little red tinge over his face. Good, he was angry, maybe then Azriel wouldn't feel so bad about breaking his face.

“Rhys,” Cassian frowned, quickly picking up on the tense and hostile atmosphere around him. He grabbed the arm of his high lord, who jerked angrily and turned his gaze back to the Shadowsinger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you aware of what you just fucking did?”

“Rhysand,” Cassian stopped his high lord, raising his voice and holding his arm tightly this time.

Rhysand turned to look at him with a frown and it seemed that, through his mind, Cassian spoke to him. The next time Rhysand looked back at him, his expression was unclenching, but Azriel stood stone-faced in front of you, his hands clasped at his sides and ready to face anything.

“No way,” was all Rhysand muttered, moving to run his hands through his hair.

Azriel felt one of your hands on his back, his senses splitting in half to try and attend to you as he kept an eye on his brothers on the other side. He moved his head to look at you, your frightened expression trying to hide you from Cassian's curious eyes.

“Is this real?”

Azriel felt his heart crumple. Tears welled behind his eyes and burning hurted the back of his throat. He wanted to say so many things, apologize for a million other things, but in that moment he only responded, moving to squeeze your hand:

“It's real.”

#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #azriel acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel x you #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #rhysand #cassian #the cliff

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ghostfacd · 6 months

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THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM! | JACK HUGHES

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author’s note: this was in my drafts for the longest time but it’s finally out the dungeon! give a warm welcome to the newest member of the hughes, kayleigh ‘ky’ hughes 🫶 i might have to change my tag for ollie & daisy’s world to rory n jack instead!

ylerory third times a charm! 🎀 (p.s, third pic is when i told jack we were having another one!)

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jackhughes me and ollie are outnumbered!

elblue0 did jim and i just let out a scream? yes we did!!!!! call us as soon as you can

lhughes_06 i get godfather this time right?

ylerory you know it moosey!

trevorzegras the Hughes girlies are takin over

jackhughes they really are

trevorzegras wait so that means you two..

ylerory ZEGRAS STOP IT

quinnhughes already love her

user1 JACK’S FACE 😭😭

user2 yn and jack really continuing the hughes line

ylerory we told dais and ollie that they’re having a baby sister! daisy obviously doesn’t know what’s going on but ollie was the most excited boy ever, i already can tell he’s gonna be such a good brother to kayleigh 🫶 as for jack, he’s currently soaking up all the time he can with ollie and daisy (as you can see him in daisy’s crib! get outtt!) before the baby comes and we become too busy!

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quinnhughes tell that musty man to leave dais’s crib

jackhughes that ‘muStY MaN’ is daisy’s father!

trevorzegras kayleigh? we get a baby name reveal?

ylerory 🥸🥸

user1 their kids are so cute, i can already tell the third one is gonna get all the beauty genes

user2 oh to be yn lerory hughes and have 3 kids with the most finest man ever.

user3 daisy is so cute!! cant wait to see her be a big sister

elblue0 oh ollie has grown so much 🥹 his blue eyes

livvyhughes soaking up all the time i have left with my sissy in law before the new baby comes! i was her first child actually so :’)

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ylerory aw olivia, i love you so much. yes you and gabe were my first children, and you guys STILL ARE!!

gabeperreault 🫡🫡 you know it!

jackhughes ehhh whatever

ylerory one day you will have children livvy and our kids can become best friends!

lhughes_06 woah woah woah not anytime soon

user1 luke’s reply 😭😭

user2 jack’s sister and yn’s relationship is so cute, i love them

user3 livvy and rory is the ultimate duo, forget jack

user4 so real

elblue0 my daughters 💓

jackhughes dear yn “rory” lerory hughes, i’ve said this before and i’ll say it a million times again if I have to: thank you for bringing me happiness and for giving me the most precious gifts; ollie, daisy, and now our beloved kayleigh. i couldn’t ask for a better wife and best friend. i will love you in this life and in all the other lives we’ll have (yes, the last photo is of me telling my family members that we’re having another addition to the fam! 🏅)

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ylerory way to make a pregnant woman cry Hughes!

lhughes_06 nothing but love for u and rory

quinnhughes the sister and best friend we never knew we needed

ylerory quinnier 🥲🥲🥲

livvyhughes okay sap this was cute but i want more rory content!

user1 REALL miss olivia always speaking facts

ylerory haha just message me and ill send all my recent photos!!

#ollie & daisy’s world! 🌎#jack hughes #jack hughes au #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes angst #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes smut #jack hughes insta edit #nhl insta edit

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agendabymooner · 8 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

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HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

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timottea · 1 year

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Could u do an angst t x reader in which like yn n him broke up months ago but like they kinda run into eachother n talk if that makes sense

HI oh my god this was buried embarrassingly deep in my reqs but if you're still around i hope you like it my love 💗

cw: swearing, angst, one guy being a creep on the street but other than that we good fam

“could i have that to go?”

your head snaps up from returning your wallet to your bag, ears piqued as you wait for more conversation, for the french undercurrent, for the way he – and only he – will thank the barista a thousand times before exiting.

“thank you, thanks so much, man,” timothée says, and it’s too late to bow out gracefully.

scanning the coffee shop quickly, it’s a damning conclusion: either you make a break for it out the front door and pray he doesn’t notice, or you hide behind that particularly leafy fern in the corner. either option is mortifying, but wouldn’t it be just as mortifying for you to make small talk with your ex that steers clear of oh timothée you broke my heart by the way there’s still a ton of your shit at my place which definitely doesn’t still hurt to look at.

timothée takes his coffee and croissant and turns for the door and there it is, that unmistakable walk, and you’re eyeing up the fern when all of a sudden he’s standing right in front of you.

his green eyes are clouded with emotion as he looks at you, eyes flitting across your face. as if he could ever forget your features.

you duck your head quickly, but the damage is done. the feelings come rushing back, and you’ve no choice but to steady yourself against the counter of wooden stirrers and sugar dispensers.

you hand him the sugar instinctually. he’s in you. every detail lives on, even one month later, right down to how he takes his coffee.

he takes a breath, nodding his thanks as he quietly takes it from you, fingers brushing against yours and it hurts, it hurts so much, this thing that you used to do together.

“thank you,” he mutters, stirring the sugar into his cup. “and i’m sorry. i’ll find a different coffee shop.”

“that’s not gonna help,” you laugh bitterly, handing him the creamer. you’d give anything to forget.

timothée nods knowingly, laughing brokenly, and swirls the creamer into his coffee with another thank you. too polite, too stilted, too painful.

“it doesn’t help that you’re everywhere,” you force yourself to say it, heart aching at the pain in his eyes. but if the universe isn’t sending you some sign for closure, then why are you both standing in this coffee shop at 2pm on a random tuesday?

he stirs his drink once clockwise, then twice anti-clockwise, and you wait for him to tap the stirrer against the rim like he always does, but he doesn’t and it’s new and why is it suddenly blurry in here?

you blink rapidly.

it’s been a month. he’s making new habits now. he’s made new habits now. probably with somebody new. definitely not with you.

you move abruptly, snatching up your coffee and pushing the exit door when it’s screaming at you to pull, but timothée’s faster and he yanks it open for you.

“i thought i could do this but i can’t,” your words smush into his shoulder as you brush past him. you’re already halfway down the street when he catches up, his long strides doubling yours.

you stop suddenly with sudden intent to rip the bandaid off and he skids to a halt, nearly colliding with a stop sign.

sheltered under a scaffolding, you wrap your arms protectively over your chest in an attempt to hold together your broken heart.

“timothée, i can’t do this,” you repeat tearfully, looking up at him. he swims in front of you and you blink back tears only for them to splash onto the concrete. traitors. you knew you should have hid behind the plant.

at your tears, the weight on his chest doubles, a desperation so impossibly heavy he’s certain he won’t breathe right ever again.

“i’m sorry,” he croaks around the lump in his throat, and you can tell he means it. really means it. he’s aching with it, earnest eyes baring his entire soul as they blink back their own tears. “i know this is selfish and just a really shitty thing to do but i can’t see you again and not tell you – i have to tell you—”

“you mind not taking up half the sidewalk?” a stranger shouts, shoving his way past timothée but not before scanning your body sickeningly.

you shudder, tightening your arms around yourself, but when timothée goes to call him out, you grasp his arm. electricity pulses through you as if you touched a livewire, lighting every cell of your body. you flinch as if shocked, clasping the hot coffee cup in your hands as if it could somehow ground you.

“i have to tell you how unbelievably fucking stupid i am,” timothée tries again. you watch the way his hands shake around his own coffee cup, how the bag containing his croissant rustles against his nervous fingers. it takes everything in you not to reach out, to stop the shaking.

but that would mean one month of hard work down the drain.

“look, i really can’t do this,” you sniffle, looking just over his shoulder. you can’t meet his eyes. he’s standing right here, looking at you so tenderly. “we broke up. you broke up with me.”

timothée shifts his weight from foot to foot. his hands long to reach out, so he slides them into his pockets, anxious fingers twisting those rings around and around.

“i just wanna talk,” he says over the city noise.

shaking your head, you push yourself forwards.

he follows. of course he follows. he was the one who taught you this neighbourhood.

“i…” timothée falters, worrying his lip between his teeth. “i really miss you.”

you meet his eyes and it’s a mistake.

“you’re making it worse,” you wince, wiping under your eyes. you turn away and he lets you, and that really hurts.

“i’m sorry, i’m a dick, i know this is impossible,” timothée speaks so gently it almost shatters you.

you look back.

“i can’t go anywhere,” you choke, desperate for him, desperate for reprieve. “i can’t walk down the street, i can’t watch tv, i can’t go get a damn coffee without you being there.”

he deflates as your words sink in.

“and even if you’re not actually there, you’re still there,” you rant, gesturing to the buildings around you, the backdrops to the first time he showed you the best place to get bagels, and the best shutter to make out against, and the best street to dance in the rain on.

“you say shit like you miss me and i can’t move on,” you sniff, scrubbing furiously at your cheeks as more tears fall.

“i can’t move on,” he stresses, laying his heart bare right there on the dirty, messy street. “you think i wanted to end this?”

eyebrows furrowed, you stare at him in confusion. “you’re the one that did!”

“because i was hurting you, not because i stopped loving you!”

“what, timmy—” you balk, incredulous. “you never hurt me!”

he steps closer. “all those times i had to leave you, months at a time, with shitty phone signal, when all i could give you was a fucking hoodie to sleep with.”

you step closer. “that’s why you ended it? man, didn’t you see it? i was so close to loving you. the only time you’ve ever hurt me was when you ended it, you asshole.”

timothée can’t help it. he grins. smug bastard.

closer, toe to toe, you’re convinced he can hear your heart thumping inside your chest. desperate to fight the smile playing on your lips, you shake your head, stubborn to the very end.

“wait, wait,” his voice drops, serious again. “yn, i need to tell you how sorry i am, truly, i never intended to end it, i just thought that would be the least painful thing moving forward—”

“screw you, timmy,” you laugh happily, still shaking your head even when he closes the gap, and, oh, his hands still cup your face. guess some habits die hard.

“say it will be different this time,” you whisper against his lips. “say you’ll give me every damn hoodie you own.”

“and the best phone signal in the world, i’m talking all the fucking bars,” he adds, thumbs stroking over your jaw.

you’re still laughing against his lips when they find yours.

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raayllum · 8 months

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I love how we are basically opposites on the whole theory thing :

You predict plot points by making jokes that end up coming true

meanwhile me and my overdramatic mind obssesses over dark scenarios that would never fit into 9 episodes and then I'm surprised when they don't happen XD

Listen as long as you're enjoying what you're doing, I say have all the fun you want in fanon and taking insp from canon! That's the best part sometimes! <3

Although I have some things that started out as jokes that ended up being canon (my absolute favourite of which being this joke I made about Ezran in 2x04 that was then an actual thing in the s2 novelization) the weirdest thing for me has been like... the ultra specific thing / things I thought would be more metaphorical that ended up being more literal

AKA a list in no particular order

Me assuming since Through the Moon came out that Callum would inevitably play into Aaravos's hands and that the struggle to not do so would be his main conflict in arc 2 (which looking back, the possession plot line seems so thematically obvious I am genuinely a little sheepish I didn't see it coming)

The game motif being my favourite motif and then s4 fucking Delivered it was beautiful

Viren's atonement arc because of his eye symbolism

That the rune cube placement could be trusted to foreshadow things, specifically the Ocean rune in finding the prison and in foreshadowing Callum's dark magic use

Me going "Hey wouldn't it be Fucked Up if whatever comes out of the cocoon is like a child version of Aaravos?" (hi Sir Sparklepuff my beloved)

For that matter: that Aaravos would ask one of the mage fam to kill Sir Sparklepuff for a deep magic spell, and that they'd refuse to do so

Callum's interplay with freedom being too tethered to Rayla that I banked on her eventually being taken hostage and Callum doing morally ambiguous shit to save her like 3+ years in advance

Seeing Callum's S4 design for the first time and noting that the circlets around his wrists invoke chain symbolism but thinking "Nah him and Rayla being in chains like tarot cards will just be metaphoric right". Haha, no!

Ezran as the embodiment of Justice / the series' Witness (hell yeah thank you 4x03 & TOX for making Justice his highest value)

Predicting Rayla's entire arc 2 arc thus far re: her paranoid and restless nature being what puts them on the path to finding Viren and her wanting a rematch, the coins, and her self worth issues, written March 2020 (months before TTM came out)

Callum and Viren as each other's primary foils (begun before this but started being highlighted further from Nov 2019 onwards with specifically thinking that S4, as opposed to s3, would crank it up to an 11)

Rayla and Callum's whole ass light-dark motif that I thought would be a fun consistency in the background rather than a whole ass arc defining Thing

Characterization wise but Ezran as an Enneagram Nine The Peacemaker personality wise (once again thank u 4x03)

Back in Aug 2021 I noticed that bloodbending had thematic similarities to dark magic (in terms of framing, notions of control & agency) but again, didn't think it'd amount to literal likewise puppeteering (Aaravos is/was even imprisoned like Hama too!)

Seeing parallels between dark magic and thematic/metaphorical cannibalism / positing Aaravos as a cannibal in a fic I wrote in 2019 but never ever thinking it'd be more than metaphorical bc kids show, am I right? (when I tell you I screamed)

Like 3 weeks post s3 I came up with Political Trio Theory in which Ezran and Rayla are at odds about something and Callum is caught in the middle, as he agrees more with Rayla but feels like he should side more with Ezran, which an Ezran / trio centric conflict along those lines seems to be what we're going to get personally with Runaan / the coins in future seasons

Which, not only is it mostly to keep my English major-y brain sharp and my enclosure enriched (parallels are my perpetual hamster wheel), but it's also like... obviously predicting from theme/motifs isn't perfect, but it does mean you have all the right pieces. Then it just comes from running through the options to assemble what the puzzle might look like, & also thinking through the constraints of structure and run time (ergo I wasn't surprised when Callum didn't figure out the mirror himself in early S4 cause I just didn't think the show would have time for that kind of slow build).

Like following S2 I never really thought Callum's journey with dark magic was precisely over, firstly because I saw him absolutely as someone who would do dark magic / things he morally is against again if put in the exact circumstances he was in S5 (hence the CHET predictions post up above), but also because as our primary mage character and with dark magic being the core ethical dilemma for mage characters in the show, it just didn't make sense to assume that it'd be entirely resolved with a neat little bow 2/6 (since at the time we thought it'd be 6 seasons) in. Like - what? So that's something from an analytical standpoint of characterization, theme, and structure, for example, and TDP gives us a decent amount of time to get used to all those things especially in the first three seasons and then we can kind of build our predictions neatly from there.

So what usually happens is that I'll have a passing thought / gut reaction, think "huh maybe it's something," and then actually think about it for like 2 days to 2 weeks and realize that it loops back in with a lot of other stray thoughts and that there's something Substantial there. It never stops being wild

Anyway this was definitely way too long a response so TLDR; I'm always pleasantly surprised / excited whenever I predict anything correctly and also adore when the show throws me a curve ball (hi Terry <3), and the fun of theorizing (and sometimes throwing spaghetti at the wall) for me comes down to the themes and parallels and fun (fanon if nothing else) possibilities I can find. I love writing meta, speculative or purely analytical, even if/when they're often time consuming. My instincts haven't steered me too 'wrong' with TDP thus far, and I don't think they ever will!

#predictions achieved #tdp #the dragon prince #thanks for asking #firerose #masterpost #arc 1 #arc 2 #that said i did always think if claudia was going to have a partner it should be something tethered to the earth/nature in some way #bc of her mindset(s) and bc of her nature motif in her character design #so terry was both a surprise but not entirely unexpected on that level i suppose. i just never thought she'd have a canon partner #mini meta #analysis series #analysis

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sirtaehyunsalot · 1 year

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What’s His Deal? (pt 1)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader 💀

one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard

warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍‍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else

word count: 988 💀💀

AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao

You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.

Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.

One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.

“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.

“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.

“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.

You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.

“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.

“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.

“Who’s that dude?”

“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”

“Because he’s really fast!”

You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!

“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”

“Like I said, really fast!”

“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.

“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.

“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed

“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.

Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)

“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.

“What are you a cop?”

Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!

“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped

Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”

“Can I give you a ride..?”

“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.

“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”

“I know right?” Jamie agreed.

“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.

Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.

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This was wild 💀 lmao pt 2 will be coming soon shoot me an ask if you want to be in my taglist

#thomas valles #mcfarland usa #💀#thomas valles x reader #kee writes

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istanfluffycontent · 2 years

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can you do a taehyun x reader imagine, where the reader does the silent treatment prank on him and he becomes whiny and its just a bunch of fluff 😭😭😭

Hii! Aww this is so cute!! Masterlist/wip list/things i might do later

Silent treatment prank on Taehyun

You decided to ignore your boyfriend for a couple days as a prank. Of course, Yeonjun and Beomgyu suggested it because they wanted to see the “most reasonable and responsible” member’s reaction to silent treatment from their lovely girlfriend. Throughout the day, Taehyun started to notice your absence at dance practices and rehearsals since you’re often there to boost his ego. You’re also not showing up to work out with him anymore, making him more confused.

So he asks his members if they know anything, “Do you guys know if I did something wrong to make y/n mad at me..?” as his bandmates tried not to burst out laughing. When you guys were done with work and were forced to interact, he saw right through you, since you forget to look mad and annoyed every now and then. However, he knew he was going to die if he didn’t get affection from his baby.

You’re lucky he isn’t petty enough to use his personality, skills, and looks against you, because his god-tier looks alone have heavy impacts on you and he knows it. So, his first plan was to keep doing aegyo until you gave up, #missionfailed since you decided to put in airpods and scroll through social media. Little did he know you were looking at his fam cams and edits.

Then he decided to sway you with his cooking, “Y/nahh, don’t you wanna taste this delicious dish I made? It’s almost as good looking and smelling as youuuu.” he failed again as you decided to walk right past him towards Kai. angy baby warning. Your boyfriend keeps screaming things like “YAAA Y/N, I won’t feed you anymore if you keep ignoring me!” as he gets ignored by you. “Hmm.. maybe I’ll cook some dessert for them..” While making desserts, Taehyun randomly screams out “I’M GOING TO LOST IT” and “THE KITCHEN ON FIRE” to catch your attention.

After dinner, you heard from the other room as your boyfriend was talking extremely loudly to catch your attention. “Yeonjun hyung, I don’t think y/n wants me anymoreeeee.” When you went to get some late night snakes, he looks as if he’s about to burst out crying any second cause you’re not giving him nickname privileges anymore.

He wraps his large frame around you, “I’ve missed your voice, love. Did you miss mine? I can sing a song if you want.” and just as you’re preparing yourself to turn down his sweet requests and pleads, he squeals out, “NOW YOU’RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USE TO KNOWWWWW”

You burst out laughing as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I KNEW IT! Now you own me 9999 kisses and hugs for the time we missed!”. “But it’s only been 5 hours you kno-” “SHUHHHHHHHH just give me a kiss you pabo!” The two of you spend the night cuddling and giggling like teenagers falling in love all over again. <33333.

a/n: I hope u enjoyed! Pls tell me if you might want this in bullet points instead cause it seems a bit long lmao. This is my first one shot and im so happy its for my bias (as if it wasn’t obvious enough lol)! Thank you so much for reading, reblogs, comments, follows, and likes are very much appreciated!!

#txt x reader #txt reactions #txt fluff #txt #txt imagines #txt ot5 #tomorrow x together fluff #txt taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun #oneshot #taehyun fluff #taehyun txt #kpop #kpop txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together

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brilliantfantasticgeronimo · 1 year

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the power of the doctor

c+p my livetweets

first note: no one but maybe Kit Pedler and Gerry Davis has gotten the cybermen quite right... sure it's fun to have villains boasting, but cybermen (or ~cybermasters) are scary bc they're not supposed to do That (that being any emotion at all)

do appreciate the continuity of bringing back the ~hybrids~ (tm)... .

still holding out hope that there will be fallout/consequences to the last universe reset / Armageddon and the doctor's "solution" there (1% of hope)

can't tell if Too Dark Scene or Crappy Bandwith T_TACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HIDE YOUR WIFE HIDE YOUR PROFESSORS

SHE'S HEEEEEREMOUTH-ON-LEGS-WALLABY-QUEEN SHUT UP NO ONE TLAK TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

im gonna go ahead and say this makes canon one of my favorite short eu stories - https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Girls%27_Night_In_(short_story)

"it's only been 3 decades for me" rip all the timelord-ace lore lol (in this continuity at least)dan slow down crazy it's only been 10 minutes

lmao i died @ the house still not being there xD

for future analysis: message about the comforts of modernity / technology doing away with regional cultures / identities?

i love my contact-lensed hypnotic trash son

yaz: is yours, isn't it? (...) yours from another time? me, immediately, without breathing: VALEYARD?????? RANI!!!?!?!?!

i love this nonesense:

u know what would go great with that new UNIT building.. . .. a UNIT. . .. spin off

“are you ready for this?” “no! ””me neither!” me neither!!!!!!!

graphic design is my passion

im screaming chibnall is actually Getting It Right TOT

i love how this is proving the widely held fandom wisdom(tm) that 13 would not get away with her bs if she had been traveling with tegan and / or donna lol

one day it WILL be the valeyard / the rani and then You Will All See

and that was the day 23.342.340.923 university collage professor thoschei AUs were born and then launched into space

im enjoying this a lot but i do have to give the critique that the emotional grounding of 13's and yaz's arcs feels very thin (as individuals and as a pair) and hasn't been the focus 20 minutes in, better hurry up @ show

I waited 2 years for this omg ot3 dynamicsssss

HE'S IN T H E S T A I R S I REPEAT. HE'S IN **THE** STAIRS!!!!

gotta love a petty in-character reference

"oh, and ace! or should I say dorothy?" (...) "last time I saw you, you were half-cat" epic burns all around in this sunday night

the cameraperson doing those close af angles in the thasmin bit... i see you cameraperson

waiting for a twist because we've done the One Good Dalek thing like 3 times in new who asdfg

i think Dhawan's master is forever gonna be my favorite master by far. the guys simply had no bad scenes ever.

ooo, i liked this moment

CHIBNALL: RECONCILE A L L THE MYTHOLOGY!!!!!!

the master in the doctor’s body... i have read that fic

fear you got beaten to the punch there, m8

me walking to the local convention w/ my first cosplay

chibnall: can i copy your homework? rtd: yes but change it a little

but,,, my spin off....,,, ):

the noise i just made omg

(screaming this was in the results when i went to re-check the meme's text sdlkjfdlksjf)

chibnall: can i copy your homework? moffat: yes but change it a little

we started the era with a funeral, and ended with support group for grief. bookend storytelling!

(though lol not to brag mates but the 10-era crew has probably have cycled thru a dozen whatsapp - facebook - zoom calls and discord groups by the time this is happening)

CHIBNALL IM GOING TO LET YOU FINISH BUT-

OK overall takes...

im gonna need time to digest lol yes, lots of very clever things, cool lore, and thematic bookends (esp, re: the fam, unit, cycles, optimism, and the master), some Right choices for classic characters BUT a lot of wasted potential for the current ones (thasmin, 13, yaz, honestly even dan! what a flimsy goodbye...).

i also think this finale fits well the rest of the era, a lot of excellent set ups for fic writers + fandom to elevate, esp in regards to character stuff and new interpretations of old themes (regeneration as identity, emigration metaphors, companion grief, etc). im always gonna be thankful for this lesson in the 13th era: art is what the interpreter of the art brings to it. a lot of people didn’t bring a lot to this era (for valid reasons, sometimes just for misogyny/racist ones) so they didn’t get a lot, but those who worked their way thru the subtle stuff and even “added-in” stuff, got a great, if imperfect work w/ a lot of nuances, and def things never before done in dw (one of the major wins: making the doctor mysterious again, and making them a refugee / vulnerable rather than “president of the universe” he’d come to be in 10 season of new who). stray points (things i wasnt as satisfied with) 1- im not sure thirteen learned a lot? i think the reason the master's final point in his arc hit and landed so well, while thirteen's didn't as much (for me) is that it all kind of circled around with not really a "lesson" being learned. we really pulled back the layers of the master's narcissism and obsession with the doctor, and followed it all the way through its origins in jealousy and self-hatred. meanwhile the doctor's optimist, happy-go-lucky facade-that-falls that the fandom did such excellent meta about... never quite hit it in the end with the show. EVEN when the setup was so clearly there SO MANY TIMES: giving yaz a gun, comitting triple genocide on the daleks/cybermen/sontarans, the tim shaw of it all... etc. 2- related to the point of 13 not growing: in the end she and yaz didn't commit to anything (quite the opposite, they stuck to the denial from the warriors ep, which i thought would be Turned Around here...), the special instead of calling out the older doctors, validated them for abandoning the companions (when tbh i think the True Thing, even if it hurt, would be for 13 to have outright said to ace and tegan [and yaz, even!] "im sorry, i wish i could have given you what you needed, but i couldnt. and probably never will") Let me stress it tho: i did really like the yaz/13, 5/tegan, ace/7 resolutions in isolation, they got those dynamics Right in a lot of ways (the 7/ace thing about the Cost you pay for “doing the right thing” , the doctor/tegan being like That but rlly only bc they care sm about each other (aaa) thing, and even with the yaz/doctor thing i can see the logic of them always being so positive + supportive, of doing all they can to “stay together”) but looking at it as a whole, in the context of "doctor who as one long running story", this felt a bit like a regression for the doctor, and by extension for ace, tegan and yaz. 3- i think there was also just not enough time to let the story breath. or rather, there WAS time but also a lot of nonsense taking that time (like the dalek trairo or the whole train thing i was SO EXCITED thinking it would be a kid from the doctor’s mysterious origins but nope, it was just a diversion to get to Squiggles.... even vinder whom i rlly enjoyed ... idk i have to question how Necessary it was to have a whole thing about him breaking his ship then repairing his ship... etc. ) . the scene at the veeery end where 13 and yaz eat ice cream was like the first time chibnall slowed the peace *enough* to let the emotions land (and also the only moment i actually started crying asdfg).there were so many more companion / doctor companion interactions to be had, but bc of all the Stuff (tm) there wasn't time to rlly exploit (not having the companions in Somber Silence around the doctor, waiting for her to wake up for days, was almost a writting crime of negligence). but then again, that's been chibnall the whole way through lol he ain't no Aguinaldo Silva and that's fine. "understated emotions" is just not my thing.

#livetweeting is so much work #i think i'll just stick to my text files in the future #dw #spoilers #dw spoilers #the power of the doctor

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it’s like UR IN MY BRAINNNN!! and know my brain worms. and want to make me lose my marbles. jara. tebecca. i am screaming and crying and dying? my god. and that’s just one chap. pls tell me smut is coming 🙏🏻 amazing fic as always from u ugh so good

-tjj

There is DEFINITELY more coming (and if all goes well... All three of them will be coming 🥵)

I actually started this after the first two episodes dropped, but I also had covid and all that so I sort of forgot!! But found it today and suddenly was like I gotta finish this one-shot then Rebecca got involved and suddenly it's the old thing of: 'THIS IS MORE THAN A ONE-SHOT NOW!!'

Bc it's so very hard for me (a polyam queer) to write jealousy/ultimatums in fic. Too much of that already in the world. Let's just have some threesomes instead!

Also please imagine JJ and Rebecca getting on famously and then ganging up on Tara in terms of like making sure Tara is taking care of herself and stuff and she's like 'I fuckin made a mistake letting the two of you get close' 😤 Not that you asked but, I have done Tara's entire birth chart based on my own headcanons and she's a Taurus Sun/Capricorn Moon/Capricorn rising. A triple earth queen (like Lizzo and subsequently like me too, but that wasn't actually on purpose!) Very stubborn, logical, methodical to fault sometimes. She values working hard and is very detail oriented (perfect for the BAU). Taurus' are very much into comfort and taking care of people they care about, very much a sign that is usually a Care Top (they will always make sure people are fed, hydrated, looked after). JJ is a Cancer Sun/ Capricorn Moon/ Cancer Rising (again, this just came from inputting my HC about her birthday and honestly it makes sense even though it's fairly uncommon to have 2 of your big 3 in the same zodiac sign. So it's very fitting she and Tara both have some overlap). She's the caring, loyal, emotionally mature (sometimes to a fault, in terms of not actually talking about her emotions until suddenly they're overwhelming her). Homely, family focused (not necessarily just bio fam, but anyone she feels is family-- the BAU for instance). Cancer is basically the water sign version of a Taurus so the two of them are FUCKING perfect together. JJ's watery emotions help soften Tara's stoic logic and Tara helps ground JJ when JJ feels overwhelmed. Very lovely signs to be in a relationship together. Now here comes Rebecca. I fucking know we have had approximately two minutes (if that) of Rebecca and we know absolutely NOTHING about her. But I've done a lot of thinking. I'm going off Nicole's age and saying Rebecca is late 30s (way younger than Tara and I adore this), she's obviously a successful lawyer bc she's working for the DOJ and has enough pull to get inside information for the team. So that makes me think she's very career driven, very smart, probably was one of those kids who graduated top of her high school class and already knew she wanted to go to law school. Lawyers need a certain amount of charisma and people skills and all of this leads me to strongly HC her as a Sagittarius. (We won't hold it against her lol) I'd for SURE lean more towards a Sag/Capricorn cusp birthday. So I see her as a Sagittarius Sun/Cancer Moon/Gemini Rising. She gets shit done no matter who might get hurt in the process (I mean we kinda saw that play out already with her being like 'welp! I got found out for getting you private info!' Cancer Moon is 100% the type of person who's like 'We've been dating 2 months, let's live together!' as well. So I feel this is really fitting for her. That cancer moon really connects back to JJ's big water energy and really helps soften Tara's serious Capricorn moon energy. And I just think that's neat. Did you come here asking for my deep astrology lore of my Blorbos? No. But you know what, now you know!!! Don't even get me started on Emily's disaster birth chart. That woman is....A Mess. Even though their random choice of birth details in canon make literally zero sense for Emily's actual personality imo. But that's what happen when writers are forced to assign a character a birthdate because they realise it has to be displayed on her fucking tombstone.

#tara lewis #jennifer jareau #jara #rebecca wilson #criminal minds #tebecca #cm headcanon #the jara jamboree #OT3: Did you say girlfriend?#reply post #astrology

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tellywoodtrash · 1 year

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channa mereya 18 - 20.10.22 lbs

18.10.22

adi finds ginni standing in dhaaba glaring at that payal

and is like babe u ok?

she's like I tolddddddd you someone set it on fire and this payal is proof

once again, that could have been left by anyone sis

anyway he's like do whatever you need to I love and support u

good this is the only energy we need from men

supportive huggies

lmao chotu singh aa gya to cockblock

and adi huffs and puffs at him like a cranky dragon and chases him off

taayiji doing dramey about needing AC and god stfu bitch

supreet smoothing over sitch and honestly, this woman needs to be paid for the amount of emotional labour she's doing for this shitty fam

ginni sees Sam and is glaring and moving to her

demon dad ki phatt rhi lol and he's like chalo chalo rasm shuru karo

rasm rasm blah blah

ring exchange ho gya

adi happily sighing at his ring lmao what a simp I love him so much

ginni dgaf about romance at such a moment tho, max relatable girl

sees Sam going into a room

where she sets up some camera ringlight shit for vlogging? idk

full fam is dancing

Goldie sees the payal and is like oh this is sam's we been looking for it

lmaooooooo oh boy ginni ke head mein kill bill sirens

seedha went to kitchen and picked up kerosene ka dabba

remembered dhaaba jal-ing, adi risking his life in the fire

and stormed into room where Sam is

STARTED THROWING THE KEROSENE AROUND

kheench ke one thappad

and asjfjdjsshsh haath marod diya

sometimes violence is the answer 😌😌😌

ginni is screaming truth bombs

damn she throwing Sam around like a ragdoll

Hulk smash her ginni, hum tere saath hain

Sam asking for proof and ginni is like bitchhhhhhhhhh

she's like first you should know how it feels to be on fire

continues throwing kerosene all around

Sam screaming for help but everyone's too busy dancing

ginni like why you screaming for them when you did the mistake alone

and imma burn with you coz I made mistake of letting you do this

maachis is out!!!!!!!!!!!

screaming tell the truth or imma burn this shit down

Sam doing pls I'm preggo naatak

but ginni is like lol fuck youuuu

God I love her

maachis jala di

Sam finally admitted

she's like I wanted to burn you and your fam and that damn dhaaba

alllllll cozza you my life is ruineddddd

blah blah

no matter how many times you make that dhaaba

I'll burn it down

nice go-getter spirit Sam

ginni lit maachis and threw it

it wasn't kerosene lol

blue paani tha shayad

fam like where ginni and adi has no clue but is covering for her

saying mujhe bataakar gayi thi #justdesithings

ginni came and told everyone truth

everything moves too damn quick in this show

lmao the demon dad like arre yaaaar itni jaldi baazi har gye

adi like chalo let's call the cops

gulaabo ji like fuck the cops this is my daughter's wedding I'm not letting em ruin this l fix Sam myself, you two stop ruining this wedding day pls

MUMMY JI PLS, KUCH TOH PRIORITIES RAKHO SHAADI KE UPAR

ginni is like how the fuck i supp to celebrate shaadi when that bloody arson bitch is right here

let me call the damn cops pls

and tells adi to call cops

Goldie still defending

my god how good is this chick's 🐱game

ke itnaaaa deewana hua hai tu

like even taayiji is team ginni on this matter

so you know shit is outta handddd

ginni says pls bhai banke vyaah mein shareek baad mein hona

jis baap ki wajah se duniya mein aaya hai uska toh hoke dikha

Teri meri ragon mein ek khoon hai, toh tera khoon kyun nahi kholta

coz he's a useless fuckin dheent

19.10.22

police did come. but coz Sam called. and put domestic abuse charges on ginni

ginni getting arrested instead lol

adi going into Hulk smash mode

full fam having to hold him back

ginni gave kasam and stopped him

poor babie boy he's more devastated than she is

police about to take her

when ginni remembered Sam was vlogging

adi took sam's phone from her

gave to ginni

ofc it's been deleted, and sam smirksssssssssss

adi millenial jo hai is like, she deleted from gallery, not from the other places

retrieved the video in a sec lmao

chalo jiiiiiiiiiiii

police yelled at Sam and left

and boy oh boy

adi is like agli baar ginni ya uski fam ke paas dikhaayi di

toh kerosene asli hoga

aur aag main lagaaonga

aise hi nahi kaha tha maine isko Star Bharat ka Vincenzo

he likes burning shit since first ep

ginni threw her out

Goldie running behind

fuckin goldie

mom is like ouff laanat and said fuck you aaj se teri maa tere liye marr gyi

i don't think he cares, mummyji

ginni growling at Sam some more about how NEXT TIME she'll go to jail

the fuck

why is there gonna be a NEXT TIME

y'all are dumb af

anyway closed the door

adi is like enough is enough I don't want more problems

i'm marrying my girl tomorrow so help me god

dad is like oh no shit but................

supreet says don't worry about it, it'll be done

supreet honestly you're too nice to these fuckers

only ginni and akash deserve your good heart here

sam roaming the streets

and demon dad is here to gloat and break alliance

Sam still glowering and saying I'll get herrrrr

dad saying you do this right and I'll give you one crore

Ghar pe sangeet happening

akash wants to make paper planes

adi tells him go to storeroom there's old books there go make from them

Sam has snuck in to do bakheda ouff annoying

dad standing in corner and plotting

adi asks what's up any problem

blah blah small talk

offers adi a drink

adi says no I don't drink anymore, jabse ginni……

she enters all decked up looking pretty

and man is lost 😍🥰🤩😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰🤩😍😍😍

doing ishaara ki she looks 🤩👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💯💯💯

20.10.22

akash found papaji ki diary in storeroom

started tearing pages and making his planes

this why you don't just leave kids unsupervised

neeche sangeet mein adi back to his chichori harkatein

ginni like yeh koi jagaah hai chedne ki

he's like ok then come lets go to the jagaah which is for chedna

chacha ji came to ask kuch chahiye toh nahi

adi pointing at ginni and saying jo chahiye tha mil gaya

ugh I wanna slap him for how adorable he is 👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼

chachaji left

romance shuru nahi cousins are here

"kuch khaoge aap log?"

"Haan khayenge na; haddi waala kabab."

lmao man got no chill

Sam is here in sardarji disguise to fuck shit up

OK BUT WHERE IS GOLDIE DURING ALL THIS

na family ke paas hai

na simran ke paas hai

itna sab hone ke baad bhi ainvayi awaara kahin ghoom rha hai

Sam spiked ginni ka drink

lotsa lame adi flirting cheesyass i can't watch its too cringe

anyway it made ginni laugh, so good

honesty time

soft heart eyes

"i promise main hamesha tumhe apni jaan se bhi badhkar rakhoonga"

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do saү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

lol achcha moment ban rha tha both of them gaaaazing into each other's eyes lovingly

and akash ka paper plane hit him in the head

ginni about to get her spiked drink

but dhol waale aa gye and distracted

daarji is back

oh boy naach gaana fwding

demon dad is pissed that now diary has to be hidden from ginni AND daarji lol

anyway daarji blessing kids and adi like you came back quick for our wedding??!?!?!

daarji says there's one more reasonnnnnnn

asked for gurleen's hubby

taayiji somehow covering up

God y'all are all doing gurleen so dirty, fuck I'm livid on her behalf

more naach gaana blah blah idc

Sam and demon dad convene in kona and she's back at trying to get ginni to drink the spiked drink

daarji thinking about his secret repentance mission

oh I think he wants to tell ginni the truth

oh shit demon dad got one of the paper planes

and saw it's from that diary

akash told him store room mein se liya paper

adi asks for something to drink for ginni

Sam making her movesssssss

ginni noticed waiter is shady af

mooch nikal rhi thi side se

ginni followed her and recognised

she pushed ginni and ran away

adi ginni chasing behind

split up to find her

meanwhile dad got diary

and is about to burn it

went to throw it in fire

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand daarji stopped him

saved the diary

and said its only ginni ka right to even touch this book

ki what did you think, if you burn it truth will never come out? sach kabhi nahi chupta blah blah

daarji laying the guilt on thiccccc

saying he's gonna tell the truth to ginni before the wedding

dad trying to convince daarji, that they did it all for the family and the business

ok toh jo bhi paap kiya tha dono ne milke kiya tha

daarji is like nope I wanna do paschataaaap

precap: ambar burns the diary anyway

ginni comes running

#channa mereya #cm lbs #episode liveblogs

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xolborsaysstuff · 2 years

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Screaming. (My fam isn't that bad don't get the wrong idea this is just me complaining, my fam had plenty of happy memories to combat these ones)

compiling some of the mean things my siblings (and parents) have done to me into a draft that I can remember because I'm sick and tired of being told to immediately forgive them. My fam is just tiring sometimes.

Not sure how old I was but I can tell I was below 12, we were having a family meeting (everyday we have at the very least three family meetings, in the morning, afternoon, and night) and then they brought up the topic of who was the least favorite/worst sibling. It was an almost entirely full vote on me. I cried and the oldest of our siblings and most likelh the most mature seemed to feel bad but that's it.

My older sister didn't like my personality so she glared at me and either ignored me or insulted me. For a year. She got upset when I responded by doing the same.

(EDIT for this part where there used to be a complain: While this did hur t me, the sibling did apologise so I'm deleting what I said here and replacing it with this edit, also this wasn't as bad as everything else that happened. Please don't think any less of the sibling I talked about in this part. )

The entire chicken incident. My oldest sister helped me in this situation, so thanks.

Entirely my mother and father, not my siblings (because they didn't care) mother got angry at me when I was like 12/13 screamed at me kicked me out of the house didn't let me grab my things not even the money I had earned myself, claiming it was hers now cause it was under her house, and then I was out. I walked away and kept walking and was maybe there for like an hour before my father drove I to me and picked me u p. We drove for a bit before going home, and when we were back my mother acted like I had wanted to leave instead of being forced, an d said stuff like "what if you were k!dn@pped, r#ped, and k!lled?' Like I wanted to leave

Oldest brother has said multiple slurs. I fought him on it and he said that it was their fault they were slaves.

My whole family acted like I was stupid for getting angry whrn they say the R word. I've heard my father say it, my mother say it, my older sister say it, ofc my oldest brother say it, and all of them in a sense of it being an insult.

Oldest brother has called me a slur for people with schizophrenia because I talk to myself, and said it again a few days ago and when I told him not to say that he got annoyed with me.

Despite him being a legal adult by the time I had just hit double digits my oldest brother loves picking on me, demanding an explanation and if I start stuttering you might as well consider my entire point invalid in his eyes, not that he ever saw it as valid anyways. constantly demanding an exact definition of a word if I call him it and if it doesn't completely match the description when you google it then I must not ken what that word means.

Was being disrespectful to my parents. My dad hit me with a clothes hanger on my arm and the clothes hanger broke, caused a cut across my arm which started to bleed it caused a scar. He acted like it was my fault and didn't apologise. I still have the scar even though it's faded so IG it doesn't matter seeing as the physical part is super hard to see.

This one was my fault to be fair, even if I was little. But we watched a movie at the theatre before some of our other siblings, and we always made jokes about saying a spoiler out loud by saying 'spoilers everyone dies in the end' even if they didn't. And I wanted to say that joke. So I did. Problem is that they actually did die in the end. This was mostly my fault but the reactions, nobody even cared for the movie but when I spoilt it on accident everyone hated me for it, TBH this one's just a bash at myself for being an idiot more than anything. The post is staying in the drafts anyways so whatever.

This one is actually funny to me now. My sister who was born before me and the one born after me are the besties of the family. We used to be a trio and good friend s, but when I turned eighy it kinda just changed, neither of them liked me much, we used to always play on the top bunk of thr one who was born before me's bed, we have a triple bunkbed on one side of the room and a two person bunk bed on the other for context, and she wouldn't allow me on because I wasn't as close as those two were. They started to make me feel like less like friends with them and more just like some family member you can't get rid of.

Me and an older sister were talking about how we actually liked shows that our family saw as childish and cringey, and she said something that was more childish than what I'd said (I only remember that, not what it was exactly, I remember it was something similar to Dora) but when I said what I liked, she immediately made fun of me, we were getting ready to go somewhere so we went to the car and our younger sister was in there so my older sister told her and they both made fun of me. This is the bunk bed siblings so looking back, not surprised.

Got slapped in the face by my mother because she was already annoyed with me and I didn't respond with a 'yes ma'am' immediately.

When she gets angry my mom will get right in your face, she's grabbed me by the arm, dragged me by my ponytail, grabbed me by the face, screams right in my face.

This one is one I thought she had apologised for, but IG I was wrong. I was just doing my own thing when she suddenly was getting in my face, quite literally. I tried to walk away but she started laughing and seemed to find it funny that I kept running off, so I started running and she chased after me until I put my hand out and it was right in her face this time, a clear motion to stop. Instead, she got super angry, I remember it as much more cartoonish than it probably was, but I could just see the rage slowly growing on her face before she grabbed me by the arm and threw me into my room (that part isn't the cartoonish bit though, she legitimately did that because I got upset) she eventually that day reluctantly apologised, by turned it around by acting like she hadn't actually done anything wrong. then the next time that incident was mentioned, I was fully blamed and it was said that "In context that was your fault " the context was me being overwhelmed by people not caring for my personal space and mocking me when I seem uncomfortable.

My mother called me a slut and demanded I go change cause I was wearing a white T-shirt and a jacket that slid off my shoulders and cause I twirled the sleeves cause it was fun and I acted more confident because I actually felt good about myself. This one's my bad though.

The fact that I ken these aren't all of them is so annoying HHHHHHH

#Oh wow what a surprise writing all my worst memories had caused me to tear up wowww I wonder why /J #But seriously for a moment I didn't even realize why -_-#my brain so stupid sorry mates #tw family issues #tw scar mention #tw blood mention #tw slur mention

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