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thisisnotachair · 4 months

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Good Omens Observation on The Power of Denial in Threes

I’ve noticed something while watching (and rewatching) Good Omens and I’ve not yet come across another mention of it online, though I’ve searched r/goodomens, and the gdoc linked from Neil Gaiman’s pinned post, perhaps I am not tumblr savvy enough to have found it. Anyway, I was raised Catholic in a fundamentalist-leaning community, and while I’ll probably be unpacking that for a long time yet, it has, oddly, been an advantage here through some familiarity with lore.

My observation has to do with the power of 3, more specifically, the power of a denial made 3 times.

In the bible, Jesus knows he’s going to be targeted, and tells Peter, “Dude, you’re going to deny me 3 times before the rooster crows.” And Peter’s all, “No way, man, you’re my bro, even when everyone else ditches you, I’m SO here!” Later, when Jesus is arrested, folks around town ask Peter, “Hey, weren’t you friends with that guy?” and 3 times he lies and says that he doesn’t know Jesus. After the third denial, a rooster crows and Peter breaks down because Jesus was right all along and he realizes what he’s done.

Good Omens:

S1E6. Adam denies Satan, saying he’s not his real dad because he didn’t raise him and he wasn’t around. Twice, of his own volition, he says, “You’re not my dad,” then Crowley prompts him to say it again, because HE knows that there’s power in the third denial. Adam says it again, and Satan crumbles.

Huh. Neat.

It gets better (worse).

S1E3. Crowley calls Aziraphale to meet him at the bandstand to discuss the situation. They can’t agree on what to do (rather, who should kill Adam), Crowley’s ready to give up and leave. Aziraphale tells him he can’t leave, as there isn’t anywhere that they could go (Armageddon would impact the whole planet), to which Crowley says, “It’s a big universe. Even if it all ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we can go off together.” Aziraphale is taken aback, surprised that Crowley suggests they go together. Crowley points out they’ve been friends for 6,000 years and *foomp* Aziraphale denies him, “Friends? We’re not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common.” He says that he doesn’t like Crowley (liar) and that they’re on opposite sides, after which Crowley responds, “We’re on our side,” and Aziraphale says, “There is no ‘our side’.” Aziraphale has chosen a side, and Crowley saunters off, hurt. Denial No.1

S1E4. Crowley comes tearing up to the bookshop in his Bentley, and hops out to apologize to Aziraphale, though it’s a half assed, “Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Get in the car.” He’s in a panic because Hell found out it’s his fault that Adam wasn’t where he was expected to be, so his energy is a bit much. He says to Aziraphale, “But we can run away together. Alpha Centauri, lots of spare planets up there, nobody would even notice us.” *foomp* Aziraphale denies him again, “You’re being ridiculous.” He’s certain that he can sort it all out if he just has a chat with God, Crowley knows it’s futile and flaunts off petulantly. Denial No.2

I know you know where this is going.

S2E6. *sobs* Crowley’s second, “Tell me you said no,” absolutely destroys me. His struggle to get his words out when he wasn’t expecting things to be so… acute, then, “...if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us… just be an ‘Us’.” *foomp* Aziraphale denies him a third time.

Rationale For This As An Actual Thing:

Crowley stays engaged for a few more moments, mentioning the bookshop, and turning back when Aziraphale calls after him but his face is impassive once he sees that Aziraphale is still fixated on them both going to heaven. We know the denial has sunk in when Aziraphale’s, “I need you,” isn’t as effective as it should be. When that doesn’t land (at all), Aziraphale reaches again, reminding Crowley what he’s been promised, but that doesn’t work, either. Crowley’s mention of the nightingale is somewhat cruel, IMO, he’s taking his broken heart out on Aziraphale, yet it’s also his way of saying to him that it’s too late, it’s done, “We could have been …us,” the opportunity is in past tense. Crowley’s fierce [plausibly most re-watched kiss in history?] conveys his intention, his sincerity, and his hurt. He’s not trying to change Aziraphale’s mind, it’s too late for that. Rather he’s communicating in a way that Aziraphale will understand, explicitly: Crowley’s proposed “us” isn’t just about running off to another solar system on a friendly whim, it’s a real, explicit life together as more than friends that he's asked Aziraphale to share. And was denied a third time.

What about the rooster crowing, though? Huh?

Well, the last bits of scenes wrap things up insomuch as a heart wrenching season finale can at all, and they’re still watching each other. When the Metatron comes back and Aziraphale hesitates, he’s glancing out the window to look at Crowley standing gloomily by the car, and Crowley stands outside watching until the elevator door closes, maybe there is something that could mitigate that third denial[?]. At that, he gets into the Bently where the Nightingale [in Berkeley Square] song plays as he drives away, the nightingale has been a symbol of their love, now it is the figurative rooster crowing.

Notes:

I’m being careful about what fan content I consume because I don’t want to go into S3 with expectations, I’d prefer to savour it like my first ox rib. I enjoy reading things folks have noticed, but I don’t want to go down S3 theory rabbit holes much.

My observation is based on the show, I’ve consumed the first half of the book in a day, maybe I can finish it tomorrow. I just wanted to get this put into words now.

Aziraphale’s rejection of Crowley is more implicit than Adam’s rejection of Satan, so I could be reaching, yet I feel like Adam’s 3 explicit rejections matter, and this context is a slow reference back to it (and word on the web is that Neil Gaiman doesn’t do things accidentally).

Could it also be a Betrayed With A Kiss thing? Maybe, I don’t think Crowley is betraying Aziraphale here, though maybe symbolically it’s a way to make Aziraphale recognize that HE emotionally betrayed Crowley. I genuinely believe Aziraphale didn’t mean to, but it happened powerfully, meaningfully, and in such a way that it’s going to take a miracle [waggles eyebrows] to mend.

I’m sure Aziraphale is aware of the power of the 3 denials, but, plausibly, each time Crowley asked, there were other ‘tabs open’ that prevented Aziraphale from explicitly picking up on it.

I haven’t looked closely at how many times Aziraphale explicitly, deliberately defies heaven (in a significant way, not just small whims), perhaps there's something there that could be meaningful. [Starts from the beginning AGAIN.]

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens lore #good omens analysis #good omens thoughts #good omens theory #crowley #gomens #ineffable spouses #archangel aziraphale #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow

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glassfullofsass · 6 months

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Went out to a brewery with a book so I could be around people without having to interact with them (I had a Day, it's fine).

Had a great time, 10/10 would recommend.

However. Let me tell you all. The book I took. The book that I picked up on my way out the door -because I am reading Stars, Hide Your Fires by Jessica Mary Best (who wrote The Strange Case of Starship Iris), which is a pretty good book (8/10 would recommend), but I am almost all the way through with it and I decided I would finish well before I was done with whatever I was consuming at the brewery- the book I fucking picked up was This is How You Lose the Time War.

Y'all I am losing my goddamned mind. I understand now why this book blew up on Twitter. I understand why people have lost their shit about this book. this book is fucking insane. I cannot. it is. it is fucking. I do not understand how people can be this goddamn horny and there's fucking nothing to do with any kind of physicality in this book.it is insane. The forbidden yearning is tangible.

I. please, I just... just, I don't know. I don't even know. just fucking leave me here to die, I guess because I am, at this point, I am a useless little fucking puddle of goo on the face of the universe.

This book has unmade me and I am barely a third of the way through with it.

#This is How You Lose the Time War #Books #I am a little tipsy but stg. It's not the beer it's the book.#Between Tumblr and voice to text this post is incomprehensible I am sorry

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papytonpropaganda · 8 months

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everyone is focusing on the trans colors (which I support) but my first thought upon seeing this shirt design was "OMG PAPYTON SLEEPOVER" because you see. this implies that Papyrus and Mettaton know each other well enough to feel comfortable having a slumber party at least and due to the car bed, it's clearly at Papyrus's which means Mettaton is comfortable being at Papyrus's house, and so they Must at least be friendly towards each other. also Papyrus seems to have no qualms wearing a whole nightshirt in front of Mettaton so this is clearly a point in their relationship at which Papyrus no longer views Mettaton as just an untouchable celebrity of whom he is the Number One Fan.

I know this is completely unintelligible but what I'm trying to say is that canon Papyton is imminent and y'all had best be ready for the simultaneous puddle of goo and frothing creature I am going to turn into when it finally happens.

#jess speaks #papyton #TOBY DON'T LET ME DOWN

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inconveniently-discorporated · 9 months

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Crack theory inspired by book of life theory.

So I'm sitting here thinking about all of these little things--

"All of us vs all of them"

Heaven & Hell seem to be hell (and heaven) bent on fighting each other and reducing the Earth down to a puddle of goo.

The Them, Newt & Anathema, Agnes Nutter.

Further Nice & Accurate Prophecies -- namely, The Big Story

The Book of Life, and past-meddling being teased -- at least maybe some wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff might be afoot.

What if it's not the Metatron messing with things? What if it's Aziraphale? In an attempt to save the Earth from Heaven and Hell. But maybe not to the extent of the actual book of life theory.

So this whole time post-S1, I've assumed that the two sides teamed up maybe because they were mad at the humans for averting the war. But I think "all of us vs all of them" might actually be humanity trying to avert another apocalypse (on a much bigger scale), whilst both demons and angels are taking an ACTIVE part in making the second coming happen (instead of everyone assuming these two idiots on Earth have it handled).

And I'm thinking about Aziraphale. I'm feeling like he's not going to want to immediately go against everything, and out himself as (still) a traitor. I think he's going to put a lot of work into undermining it, while not being obvious about it.

LIKE, MAYBE, SAY, BEING THE ONE TO SEND AGNES NUTTER VISIONS OF THE FUTURE SO EVERYTHING CAN BE WRITTEN DOWN AND HUMANITY HAS A BLUEPRINT FOR AVERTING THE APOCALYPSE? TWICE??

I feel like maybe we're going to see that Aziraphale really DOES need to be in Heaven and wield that power so he can actually work against it, but I also think that he's going to need Crowley's help earthside to coordinate all of that.

I'm NOT sure what to think about Muriel being in charge of the bookshop so far. They were installed by the Metatron, there are Heavenly ulterior motives. But I DO think it's going to end up being a critical miscalculation on the Metatron's part -- underestimating the power of "the dim one". I really think Muriel is going to help humanity in the end.

Although it would be funny if the Metatron was actually not a bad dude after all. Pretty classic for characters to be set up to be obvious villains, only for them to have secret plans that make them heroes after all. Maybe he really DID need to separate the two so they could work together but on separate pieces, but couldn't be obvious about it so he doesn't get Angel Revolution'd by the archangels who want war. Maybe he HAD to say what he did to Aziraphale about not avoiding the war because it was a test from God to see what he would do.

Like, why Aziraphale? If it's to get him out of the way, why NOT let Michael write him out of the book of life? Why bet on a wild card who's in love with a joker? I am now suspicious of the Metatron not as a villain, but as a secret hero. HMMM!

And just as an added bonus, I found it particularly powerful when Muriel said that books were like portable little people. That honestly feels like it's going to mean something at some point.

#good omens #gos3 theories #crack theories

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sprite-periodt · 1 year

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💖Teases that would absolutely destroy me (aside from literally every tease in existence) an important thread💖🙈

"Laugh for me, *insert literally any pet name* " LIKE???? AAAAAAAA

"You're laugh is so cute/adorable" like it's really not but thank you /)/////(\. OR EVEN "I love your giggles!" SHHHHHHHHHHHHH OK?

Literally any tease consisting of my name and or nickname lIKE DON'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEE

Asking if I'm going to be good for them like if you ask me to ofc I'm going to ////

Piggybacking on that calling me a good girl likeeeee Mmfmfmfmfmfmfmm 🙈

O calling me cute in anyway is a good one too ehe /)//////(\

BABY TALK JESUS CHRIST THE FUCKING BABY TALK LIKE STFU

And relating to that just making me feel little and silly will literally destroy me like a random ass example: walking 2 fingers up my body to any of my spots? Gone. Absolutely obliterated.

Saying "Yes *insert pet name*?" when I call out your name because I'm too flustered or being t-worded too much OR BOTH(Can you tell I have a thing for pet names yet)

Telling me I'm doing so well like AAAAAA

Flat out asking me if you can tickle me lIKE EXCUSE ME OFC YOU CAN AAAAA

Calling me any form of lee like: "shy little lee" or "cute lee" or possibly the worst of all of these that I've thought of although these are already flustering enough "squirmy lee" LIKE SHUT UP????

Annoyingly/affectionately calling me a brat when I'm definitely being one because I dunno it just does something for me

"Did you really think you'd get away with this?" SHUT I KNEW I WASN'T THATS THE POINT EVEN THO YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY

Saying the word over and over again or saying coochie coochie coo. Like that's it I'm passing away. ✋🏾😶

Calling me in any way ticklish like "Aw so ticklish" or the worst "Such a ticklish little lee" swapping the word out for the word sensitive works too LIKE STFU I KNOW

Asking me "Aw does it tickle?~" LIKE SHUT. STFU. OFC IT DOES AND YOU KNOW IT FUCKSJAKDJWKFK

Calling me tickle bug lIKE AAAAAA /)//////(\

Asking if I like *insert any spot* being tickled like goodbye I'm a blushy giggly puddle of goo 🙈

COUNTING GOT DAMN RIBS LIKE I JUST KNOW THIS WOULD MAKE ME LOSE IT SO BAD LIKE ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?????

Wiggling your fingers toward me like s T O P

Literally just saying uh oh. Like shhhhhhhhhhh

Saying "There it is~" OR EVEN "There's that laugh~" When I finally burst after holding it in LIKE SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUOSHUTUOSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

In addition to that pointing out that I'm very giggly LIKE O I WONDER WHY??? O////(\

Literally talking about my laughter in any way will destroy me like another example:

"Aw who's laughter is that?" LITERALLY SHUTSHUTSHUTSHUTSHUTSH-

Asking me "What's so funny?" "What's so funny huh?" OVER AND OVER LIKE STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME SHORT CIRCUIT DAMN IT

Threatening me that the tickle monster is coming for me like ssSSSSSSHHHHHHHHUSH DAMNIT

Describing to me word for word how you're going to wreck me LIKENSWLFJEKEMFKMF/)//////(\

Making me admit in any way that I like and want it like jesus🙈…..

Admitting that you want to make me blush LIKE I AM MELTINGGGGGG

Saying "I'm going to get youuu~" FUHUCKING HELL

Pointing out that I can't say the word and then proceeding to relentlessly tease me about it like hNNnNNnNNNnnnNN-

Threatening me and saying "if you keep doing this I'm going to *insert them describing how they're going to wreck me*

"Arms up!" SBSIDABWKFOEKEL

#behold! the exposure is finally here!#i-i hope who ever sees them likes it ehe ////#i started off avoiding writing the t-word but eventually just decided to suck it up and go for it lmao #and yes i cringed everytime i typed it out and what of it?🙄#tickle teases #tickle community #tickle blog #tickling #sfw tickle community #tickles #tickle fluff #personal #i think????

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Perfect (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Someone has an opinion on your relationship with Alex

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Alex bowed her head towards you, soft hair brushing over the exposed skin of your shoulder. You sighed, almost missing the words she was speaking, caught up in how beautiful she looked. Her smile told you she knew exactly what was going through your brain. Your eyes drifted down to her lip.

“Honey?”

You hummed, drifting closer to her.

“You didn’t hear a single word I said, did you?” she said, chuckling quietly.

“Sure I did,” you replied, “something about jellyfish.”

Her lips were so pink, practically begging you to kiss her as her smile only grew fonder. There was nothing more beautiful than her, no person nearly so captivating. You yearned for her more than you’d ever thought was possible.

“Not quite,” she said, biting down on her lower lip.

You shifted closer, despite not needing too. The room wasn’t crowded and it wasn’t too loud to hear her. All you wanted was to be as close to her as you could be. To feel the heat from her body, the brush of her fingers, her breath ghosting over your skin. You wanted it all, like a greedy child let loose in a candy store.

“No, no, you definitely said something about a jellyfish,” you said.

“I really didn’t, sweetheart.”

You watched her finger tuck hair behind her ear, practically able to feel that same finger trailing down your spine. You knew the feeling of her touch better than your own name by this point.

“You have to stop looking at me like that,” she murmured.

“Like what?” You looked at her from under lowered eyelashes.

“Like you’re hoping I’m about to devour you right here,” she replied, looking you straight in the eye.

“But I am hoping that,” you said, pouting when she didn’t immediately do just that to you.

“Darling girl,” she said, a note of warning in her voice, “we’re not giving the other patrons of this coffee shop a show.”

“So take me somewhere else.” You shrugged. You weren’t picky where she took you.

“You’re pushing it.”

There was still a warning tone in her voice but the hand she placed on the back of your neck pulled you in. You melted against her, sighing into her mouth. You would never grow tired of her kisses, sinking in to her until you didn’t know where you ended she began. Your hand landed on her knee, fingers digging in when you tasted her tongue.

“I’m going to get a refill,” she said when she drew back, not caring she’d reduced you to a melted puddle of goo.

You stared down into your dregs of coffee left in the bottom of your mug, doing your best to catch your breath. It couldn’t be normal, your reaction to her. It was overwhelming, the way the simplest things could leave you breathless and wanting. Just watching her teach was a lesson in seduction according to your mind.

“She’s way too old for you.”

“What?” You looked up, still in a haze of the taste of Alex on your lips.

A woman, not much older than you, had taken the seat across the table from you. You wrinkled your nose, knowing it was rude, but not overly caring. You hadn’t asked her to join you. You wished she hadn’t.

“Doctor Blake, she’s way too old for you,” she said, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

You glanced over, finding Alex standing at the counter, money in hand. Her eyes flickered over to you before landed on the woman across from you, her expression slipping into confusion. You turned back to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“The two of you were putting on quite a show,” she said, flashing you a white smile, with perfect straight teeth, “you must make her feel young again.”

“Can I help you with something?” you asked, finding her vaguely familiar.

“I just think it would make sense for you to be with someone more your own age,” she said, eyes widening as if you’d offended her.

“I didn’t know I was taking constructive criticism on my relationship,” you replied.

Your eyes darted up again and you found Alex standing at the counter, waiting for her order, arms crossed, long fingers tapping against her arm. Her gaze had darkened but softened when she saw you looking at her. That was one of the things you loved most, the way she changed when she realised you were there.

“I mean, she can’t really be giving you everything you want, right? Like you can’t have that much in common. And you know she’s going to die way before you,” the girl said, stealing your attention again.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you replied.

“Look, I like Doctor Blake. I do. She’s brilliant, obviously. But you’re like the age of her students. So you know she’s only interested in you because you’re young and hot,” she said, eyes sweeping over you, “if you’re okay with that then that’s fine, but if you want something deeper maybe you should look for someone closer to your own age.”

“I’m perfectly happy in my relationship,” you said.

“And that’s fine. I just think you should know that some of us are losing respect for her for whatever midlife crisis this is,” she said.

“I don’t think her personal life has any bearing on her professional life,” you said, “or rather, I don’t think it should.”

“Well, sure, in an ideal world but you know what it’s like being a woman,” she said, leaning forward over the table.

“So I’d expect you to be kinder to women, so we don’t fall into the same judgmental patterns as men,” you said, also leaning over, “although maybe this isn’t about respect because of my relationship.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You always sit in the front row of her classes. You try to answer every question she asks. You want her attention,” you said, lowering your voice, “it’s got nothing to do with her being older than me, does it? Not when you’d be okay with it if it was you she was dating.”

“What?” She reeled back as if you’d slapped her.

“I know it’s hard to see someone you have a crush on have feelings for someone else,” you said, “but she’s your professor. Crushes like this pass. All of mine did.”

“How dare you?” She stood up, shoving the chair away with a loud scraping noise.

You could see Alex walking back over, two mugs in hand, a look of concern on her face. Her step hurried, and you felt the vice around your heart begin to loosen. The girl above you was glaring down, blue eyes flashing.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she hissed, leaning over the table to get in your face.

“I don’t have to. I know the allure Alex has. And I didn’t ask to have this discussion with you. You chose to comment on my relationship. It’s not my fault you don’t like the outcome,” you said, “but at least I understand your feelings. I know I’d be upset if Alex didn’t love me back.”

“Candace,” Alex said, appearing over her shoulder, “I hope you’ve done the reading for class tomorrow.”

The blonde, Candace, whirled around, eyes growing wide and mouth falling open. You let your eyes swoop over Alex, biting down on your bottom lip. Her lip shifted, just slightly, and you knew she’d noticed. But the way her gaze hardened as it landed on the other girl had you shifting in your seat.

“Of course, Doctor Blake,” she said, sounding a little breathless.

“Was there something in it that confused you?” Alex asked, and you could hear that she was enjoying putting this girl in her place.

“No, Doctor Blake,” she said, fingers beginning to twirl her hair.

“Then I can see no possible reason for you to be interrupting my date,” she said.

“Right, yes, of course,” she said, “sorry.”

“Luckily for you, our plans have changed. You keep the table and the drinks.”

She placed the mugs down on the table and stepped around, holding a hand out for you. You took it, letting her pull you up from the table, hand easily sliding around your waist to rest on your hip. She lent down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips, stealing your breath.

“I believe you mentioned something about devouring,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head, “uh huh.”

“Then I suppose I’d better take you somewhere else.”

She turned back to Candace.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, practically dragging her out onto the street. She was laughing, low and throaty, and it was making your skin tingle. She held the car door open for you, the warmth in your heart like molten lava.

“So what were you talking to my student about?” she asked, the casualness catching you off guard.

“She had some opinions about our relationship,” you replied, “how many of your students have crushes on you?’

“Twelve.” Her eyes darted over to you before focusing on the road, “jealous, sweetheart?”

“Only because they’re able to watch you teach every week,” you said with a shrug, “if you’d been my professor that number would have been thirteen.”

“Lucky number thirteen,” she hummed, “Candace was trying to warn you off, then?”

“I suppose she thought she could get to me,” you said as her hand slipped onto your thigh, “she was wrong.”

“How did she think she was going to do that?” she asked.

“It’s not important.” You shook your head.

“How?”

You sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to like the answer.

“She said you were too old for me. Called our relationship a midlife crisis.”

“And what do you think?” Her voice was being too careful and she was staring at the road.

“I think we’re perfect the way we are,” you replied, “and I wouldn’t change anything about you. I’ve never been happier than I am with you.”

Her eyes darted to you then back to the road again. You threaded your fingers through hers, still resting on your thigh. She gave them a squeeze.

“But do you know what I’m more interested in than your student?” you asked.

“What, sweetheart?”

“All the ways you’re going to devour me when we get home,” you said.

Her fingers tightened and her eyes darkness.

“Oh, my darling girl. I hope you didn’t have plans this evening. You’re going to be busy until tomorrow.”

Tags: @trippol-threat @theclassicgaycousin @prentiss-theorem @nightmarish-fae @storiesofsvu @rustyzebra

#alex blake #alex blake x reader #alex blake imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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hiveswap · 3 months

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imagine yourself for a second.

now imagine yourself again, but made purely out of butter.

a butter statue, put on display for everyone to see. in the middle of a big table, even. imagine your body, all sticky, and oily, and slimy and buttery, but you cannot move an inch. you are butter, you are this. you cannot change this.

imagine what its like to melt into an oily goo after you've been left out too long. this hot puddle of fatty slime, its you. you lost all your glamour, all your point. you are a dirty bump of oil on the floor, waiting to be swept away by the sweet, relieving mop. washed away, only some remnants sticking to the dirty, cold concrete floor.

Imagine what its like when hundreds of people all hungrily gather around you, take their butter knifes, and carefully, slowly take a bit of you, without disturbing your general form and statueness. they spread you on their breads. slowly chew on you, mixing you with their slimy saliva until eventually gulping you down where you desolve in their stomach acid.

look in the mirror and ask yourself, would you enjoy being butter? is this you?

Am i meant to be scared or horny

#asks #ask

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princessofmerchants · 2 months

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Cassian dreaming of Gwydion and foreshadowing Ataraxia and his own HEA 😭🙌🏻

[Cassian observing Ataraxia on Rhys's desk]

"The great sword's hilt was a simple cross guard, the pommel a rounded bit of metal.

Gwydion, the last of the magic swords, had been dark as night and as beautiful.

How many games had Cassian played as a child with Rhys and Azriel, where a long stick had been a stand-in for Gwydion? How many adventures had they imagined, sharing that mythical sword between them, as they slew wyrms and rescued damsels?

Never mind that Rhys's particular damsel had slain a wyrm herself and rescued him instead."

—ACOSF, ch. 42

My absolute favorite HOFAS spoiler after the break as I lose my mind over this moment in ACOSF after having read HOFAS 🥹

I am screaming at how this moment is in ACOSF, Nessian's book — then cut to HOFAS where Cassian's badass mate Nesta slays a damned wyrm with the same magical sword he's looking at here (which she herself Made by the way 💁🏼‍♀️), the same one that makes him think of Gwydion, which in fact is in his very same mate's possession by the end of HOFAS 😭🙌🏻‼️

All the times I read this before HOFAS, there was always something kind of bittersweet and sad about the way Cass's train of thought here ends on Rhys and Feyre and how badass his High Lady is, and how grateful Cass clearly is for the way she saves his brother by loving him...

I always assumed SJM was partly leaning into the fairytale trope of dragon slaying by looking back to that very first book in the series where she brought the Middengard Wyrm onto the page and used it to further characterize her main heroine at the time, Feyre.

Little did we know SJM, with this moment in ACOSF, was also pointing to the future and, for Cassian in particular, creating an echo simultaneously forward and back in time to when his own mate would go on to not only slay the same kind of wyrm, but would do it wielding the immense power of the very same new magical sword, Ataraxia, on the table before him — and only because he loves her and trains her to wield it 😭🙌🏻

Cass is filled with such longing in this moment. I'm floored in the most amazing SJM-induced way that this longing ABSOLUTELY gets fulfilled.

And again, in past readings of ACOSF that fulfillment was legible in part by how at the end of ACOSF Nes finally claims Cass as her mate then literally saves him when she erupts and Un-Makes Briallyn, in whose thrall he is trapped. That was always amazing enough, a beautiful HEA in its own right.........

BUT TO THIS CASS OF ACOSF CH. 42 I SAY: YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE RICHES OF DREAMS FULFILLED YOUR HAPPILY EVERY AFTER WITH NESTA HAS IN STORE 😭 JUST YOU WAIT MY DUDE

(Can you even imagine how Cassian must have felt, what his reaction was when Nesta came home after her adventures with Bryce in the tunnels under Prythian, and he learned what Nesta did to that wyrm with Ataraxia? He must have melted into a mated puddle of goo to the tune of "That's my fucking mate, y'all!" 🥹)

#just losing my mind over here #nessian #acosf reread post hofas #post hofas discussion #hofas spoilers #cassian #nesta archeron #pro cassian #pro nesta #ataraxia #gwydion #sarah j maas #acosf #a court of silver flames #house of flame and shadow

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ahyesmygoodomenssideblog · 9 months

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Why Crowley leaves.

Crowley walks out of multiple fights and the reason why matters.

In the bandstand scene, Crowley and Aziraphale are unable to reach agreement about what they're going to do once they find the Antichrist. Aziraphale by that point knows exactly where the Antichrist is, but he chooses to hide it from Crowley. The crux of their disagreement is not about whether to kill the Antichrist - Azriaphale is on board with that much - but he thinks he's too good to be the one getting his hands dirty:

A: And then what? We eliminate him? C: Someone does. I'm not personally up for killing kids. A: You're the demon. I'm the nice one. I don't have to kill children. C: Uh-uh-uh- A: If you kill him, then the world gets a reprieve and Heaven does not have blood on its hands. C: Oh, no blood on your hands? That's a bit holier-than-thou, isn't it? A: I am a great deal holier than thou. That's the whole point.

That is when Crowley first tries to leave. But Aziraphale asks him not to, so he doesn't.

C: This is ridiculous. You are ridiculous. I don't even know why I'm still talking to you. A: Well, frankly, neither do I. C: Enough, I'm leaving. A: You can't leave, Crowley. There isn't anywhere to go. C: It's a big universe. Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we can go off together.

Crowley tries to talk to Aziraphale. He tries to communicate. Aziraphale refuses to listen. He doubles down. He says terribly hurtful things to Crowley and he is the one to end things. That is when Crowley leaves for real:

A: Go off together? Listen to yourself. C: How long have we been friends? Six thousand years! A: Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common, I don't even like you! C: You do! A: Even if I did know where the Antichrist was, I wouldn't tell you, we're on opposite sides! C: We're on our side! A: There is no "our side", Crowley! Not anymore. It's over. C: Right. Well, then. Have a nice doomsday.

Crowley was 100% in the right. He stays as long as Aziraphale is willing to talk. Right up until "It's over."

This is a direct parallel to their fight over Gabriel in s2e1. Crowley imo is once again being far more reasonable about it than Aziraphale.

Angel, this is the supreme archangel of all Heaven, your former boss, who tried very hard to cast you into hellfire and destroy you. He is not our friend.

There are similarities where Aziraphale wants to keep trying to help others while Crowley prioritizes protecting himself and Aziraphale. It's more murky here than in the bandstand scene because at the bandstand, Azriaphale is withholding crucial information from Crowley. Crowley thinks they're out of options because it's the night before the apocalypse and he's left waiting for Shadwell to find the Antichrist. The setup with the Gabriel situation is more even about their different approaches.

But in the end it still comes down to the fact that what Crowley wants just doesn't matter.

A: Well, he doesn't have any friends, so he needs us. C: What I need is for him to be nowhere near me, and the precious, peaceful, fragile existence that I have carved out for myself here. A: I thought we carved it out for ourselves. C: So did I!

Aziraphale sees this as them working together, but it's not, and Crowley knows it. It's just Aziraphale's way or the highway. The way this fight ends, and the reason Crowley leaves this time is:

A: Very well. If you refuse to help me, then of course... you're at liberty to go. C: To go? Oh, right, this is how you wanna do it? A: No, I would love you to help me. I'm asking you to help me take care of him. But if you won't, you won't. C: Yeah, I won't. You're on your own with this one.

Once again, it isn't just Crowley unilaterally deciding to leave. Just like at the bandstand, Aziraphale is the one drawing the line in the sand. Crowley can either give Aziraphale exactly what Aziraphale wants, or there's no point in talking about it at all. What Crowley wants just is not a factor to Aziraphale.

And Crowley recognizes this pattern. They've done this before! "This is how you wanna do it?" Aziraphale comes off so sleazy here. I don't think he means to be manipulative, but he really is. He would ~love~ for Crowley to help him; he would love for Crowley to help him take care of Gabriel. But if Crowley doesn't give Aziraphale what he wants, then Crowley is the one choosing not to help. Right? If Crowley "refuses to help", he is "at liberty to go".

Crowley's concerns about their safety aren't worth discussing at all. Aziraphale won't budge. Crowley leaves.

(And Aziraphale is arguably straight-up taking advantage of the fact that Crowley likes to help him here. He knows how much Crowley wants to help him. "Rescuing me makes him so happy.")

Anyway, they then continue to play out the same pattern as before.

After the bandstand fight, Crowley kills time at the movies. Hastur and Ligur confronts him about losing the Antichrist. They are out of time. Crowley goes back to Aziraphale.

C: Angel! I'm sorry. I apologise. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it. Work with me, I'm apologising here. Yes? Good. Get in the car. A: What? No. C: The forces of Hell have figured out it was my fault. But we can run away together. Alpha Centauri. Lots of spare planets up there. Nobody would even notice us. A: Crowley, you're being ridiculous. Look, I-I-I'm quite sure if I can just– just reach the right people, then I can get all this sorted out. C: There aren't any right people. There's just God, moving in mysterious ways and not talking to any of us. A: Well, yes, and that is why I'm going to have a word with the Almighty, and then the Almighty will fix it.

Once again, Crowley's concerns about safety don't matter. He tells Aziraphale "The forces of Hell have figured out it was my fault" and Aziraphale does not address that at all. Aziraphale is too preoccupied with his deeply flawed perspective. Crowley can't convince him, so he leaves again:

C: That won't happen. You're so clever. How can somebody as clever as you be so stupid? A: I forgive you. C: Oh… I'm going home, Angel. I'm getting my stuff and I'm leaving. And when I'm off in the stars, I won't even think about you.

Now with s2, I am extremely curious to know how often Aziraphale has tried to weaponize forgiveness against Crowley. Like, Crowley is completely in the right about this. And it is such a shitty thing to say, it reinforces the idea that Aziraphale thinks he's better than Crowley. Crowley is a demon and Aziraphale is an angel and that power differential matters. It affects their relationship.

Anyway, the Gabriel fight. Things change when Beelzebub talks to Crowley. One difference is that Crowley is in a better position this time. Beelzebub makes him an offer: "You find Gabriel for me and you can have whatever your nasty little heart desires. You could be a Duke of Hell." And Crowley doesn't even consider it, which is correct and the best approach because Hell and Heaven both suck. It is also extremely sad fresh off the heels of Crowley trying to protect the fragile existence he carved out for himself because he can't even seem to convince himself that him and Aziraphale are on their side at this point. Crowley is just going it alone.

That's beside the point. The point is, once again, the stakes raise. "Anyone found involved in Gabriel's disappearance will be erased from the Book of Life. They won't just be gone, they will never have existed." Crowley, naturally immediately rushes back to Aziraphale.

This difference in framing is notable, that this isn't Hell coming out after Crowley again. More of the danger is on Aziraphale this time. Crowley could, in theory, stay out of it and let Aziraphale deal with the consequences of his actions. But instead, Crowley does the same thing as last time. He apologizes when he doesn't mean it, now complete with dance. Aziraphale doesn't concede an inch. There's another difference here in that Crowley doesn't try to explain his perspective this time. He doesn't tell Aziraphale about the Book of Life and I don't blame him. He has zero reason to believe that it would sway Aziraphale.

Crowley adapts to Aziraphale's plan and tries to come up with the best way to protect Gabriel since they can't just get rid of him. Once again, Aziraphale won. They're doing it Aziraphale's way. We all saw last time how that went up in literal flames and the trauma this approach caused Crowley specifically.

S2 digs in on this problem with their relationship. After this, that Aziraphale commandeers the Bentley, again overriding Crowley's wishes. They aren't tackling the problem together. At some point, to whatever extent, it's just Aziraphale using Crowley. He takes Crowley for granted.

And Crowley enables this dynamic. He can't stay away. Aziraphale is his only friend and the loneliness seems to bother him more than it bothers Aziraphale. So Aziraphale takes advantage and is never forced to reflect on how he treats Crowley because it never really affects him in the end. Aziraphale gets what he wants and Crowley is the one to suffer for it.

At the end of the season, this same fight plays out only worse. Crowley is told to ~just communicate better~. This approach makes sense to an extent with the framing that they had to hide their relationship for millennia, so it's only relatively recently that they really could have communicated openly. But it also stings when the things Crowley is trying to communicate here are fundamentally the same things that he said before at the bandstand.

And the framing of this one really drives home the fact that Aziraphale is in the wrong. It starts with Aziraphale dismissing Crowley right off the bat:

C: It's probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if I don't start talking now, I won't ever start talking, right? Yes, so... A: What's that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought. You see, I… I have some incredibly good news to give you. C: Really?

The look on Crowley's face when he says "Really?" gives me life, he is legit so fed up. Anyway, Aziraphale explains Metatron's offer. The Metatron is blatantly lying to him, but Aziraphale has a consistent and disturbing lack of self awareness: "You're a leader, you're honest, you don't just tell people what they want to hear." Bet. But he eats it up.

Then this happens:

A: You could come back to Heaven and... and everything, like the old times. Only, even nicer. C: Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then? A: Not at all. C: Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, Angel!

This time, Aziraphale is in favor of "our side". Why wouldn't he be? He got Heaven's seal of approval for it - under the condition that Crowley joins him. And Aziraphale doesn't even think about it. It isn't just that he's brainwashed and convinced that this is for the best. It's that it doesn't even seem to occur to him that Crowley wouldn't be happy. They've been arguing about their different perspectives for millennia. Aziraphale should at least be aware that Crowley wouldn't want this. Crowley has made his feelings about it all very clear, but for whatever reason, Aziraphale assumes that Crowley is going to see this as a good thing.

They rehash the bandstand fight:

C: You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you. A: But... Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys. But Heaven… Well, it's the side of truth, of light, of good.

(Once again, Heaven is superior. Heaven never has blood on its hands.)

C: When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no. A: [silence] C: Tell me you said no. A: If I'm in charge… I can make a difference.

They are beat-for-beat rehashing the bandstand fight. This is something s2 makes clear about Aziraphale with the flashbacks: Aziraphale backslides. He learns better, then he backtracks. He sees a bit of gray in his black-and-white world, but he can't hold onto it. He polarizes problems and deludes himself into living in this rose-colored fantasy world. Whatever Aziraphale learned during the apocalypse about their side, him and Crowley being fundamentally the same, Heaven being just as bad as Hell - none of it sticks. So they have to go through it again.

It's at this point that Crowley makes his love confession. He doesn't seem to think it'll work, but he tries anyway. He tries to communicate. He says a lot of things, and they aren't all true. He's still trying to see this relationship as better than it is I think. This is some of what he says:

I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I'd better say it now. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?

Crowley spills his heart. They don't have the apocalypse looming over them this time. He isn't being pushed to latch onto Aziraphale out of fear as the world ends. He knows what he wants and he says it.

Aziraphale's counteroffer is:

Come with me... to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference.

This time, Aziraphale is more on board. This time, they can be together, on their side - but on under Aziraphale's terms. Only under the delusion that Heaven is the "right" side. And even then, Crowley will never be Aziraphale's equal in this. He will always have to defer to Azriaphale's orders when it comes down to it.

At the bandstand, Aziraphale says: "You can't leave. There isn't anywhere to go." That's when Crowley first suggests running away to the stars, first proposes their side. This time, Crowley is the one who wants Aziraphale to stay.

C: You can't leave this bookshop. A: Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.

The way this next bit plays out is so important to me, so I'm adding cues and editorializing a bit:

C: No. No, I don't suppose it does. [puts on glasses] Good luck. [walks towards the door] A: Good luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back - [Crowley stops, turns to face him] - to Heaven! A: Work with me! We can be together! Angels... doing good! C: [says nothing. doesn't leave] A: [getting desperate] I... I need you! C: [doesn't react. doesn't believe him? still doesn't leave. hears him out] A: [switches tactics] I don't think you understand what I'm offering you! C: I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do. A: Well... then there's nothing more to say.

Crowley gives Aziraphale every single chance. Crowley is a flawed, fucked up individual with his own biases, but he does see reality a whole lot better than Aziraphale. Aziraphale deludes himself and Crowley is the one who suffers for it. And once again, it isn't just Crowley deciding to leave. It's Aziraphale telling him to go. From "There is no "our side", not anymore, it's over" to "Well then there's nothing more to say."

But it still doesn't end there. Crowley doesn't just leave. This is how it ends:

C: Listen. Do you hear that? A: I don't hear anything. C: That's the point. No nightingales. You idiot. We could have been... us. [kisses Aziraphale] A: I… I forgive you. C: Don't bother.

That's when Crowley finally leaves.

Before, he ended it with: "I'm getting my stuff and I'm leaving. And when I'm off in the stars, I won't even think about you." He then did not leave for the stars. He stayed on Earth and confronted Hastur and Ligur with Holy Water and bought Aziraphale just a little bit more time to come around. Crowley never followed through on his own plans for what he thought was best. He always stayed, always waited for Aziraphale, at any cost.

At the end of s2, Aziraphale leaves Earth without Crowley.

The point of all of this that, yes, Crowley is always the one who walks out of their fights. But it isn't a problem of him being too stubborn about his beliefs, or not communicating his feelings well enough, or giving up too easily. The problem is that Aziraphale doesn't listen to him and doesn't respect him.

The last time they talk in season 2, they fight. Crowley leaves. I think and hope he'll stay away this time. Aziraphale can be the one to face the consequences of his actions this time.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #azirapahle critical #he can't just bail Aziraphale out this time #Aziraphale needs to fix the way he treats Crowley #and I need to convince myself that it'll stick and Aziraphale won't just backslide again

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bebepac · 2 years

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The Adorkable Liam Rys

I am participating in @choicesflashfics weekly prompt -- I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror will be in bold.

This is a special chapter of my series School Dayz, please feel free to check the series out and see what has happend so far in Apple Valley USA where there fic takes place.

The Book: TRR (no royals) Series: School Dayz Pairings: Liam x Riley Word Count: 2500 Ratings and Warnings: Teen for a first kiss, but it was pretty tame. Summary: Liam and Riley go on their first date

Song Inspiration: Take Me There by Blackstreet, Mya, Mace, Blinky Blink

Song Inspiration: Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio, LV

Original Post: 10/15/22 at 11:21PM EST.

A/N: Thanks to @dcbbw for mentioning how “adorkable” my Liam is in this AU.

My inner monologue had me pumped up. “Okay Liam Rys you can do this, you’re a rockstar and Riley likes you, you got this.”

I popped my collar, and stared at her for a moment while she was pulling books out of her locker. I was ready to do this. I can do this. I’m going to ask out my girlfriend.

I strolled cooly over to her locker.

“Hey!”

She turned around smiling at me.

“Hey! Is that for me?” She pointed to the coffee drink in my hand that I was holding out to her.

“It sure is, I got your favorite.”

Handing her the drink, I leaned against the locker trying to be cool.

She took a sip of the drink and gave me an approving nod.

“It’ll do.”

That didn’t seem like Riley, but she was still smiling at me.

“So what’s up?”

“The weekend is coming up.”

“Yeah it is. I can’t wait, and we are having a long weekend too? No school on Monday! Yes!”

“Exactly. I was wondering, this Friday if you’d like to go out with me.”

Her eyes widened, and she started laughing. “OMG Liam, how can you not tell us apart?!?!? She shook her head.

“Taylor? It’s you? But….”

She loudly scoffed, shaking her head.

“We look nothing alike!”

SAYS THE IDENTICAL TWIN ABOUT THE OTHER IDENTICAL TWIN!!!!

“Riley’s out sick today, I was just getting her books out of her locker to take home for her, she actually wants to do her homework. Thanks for the hot chocolate, but for future reference my favorite drink is a caramel iced latte with an extra espresso shot.”

Taylor slammed the locker door shut and walked away.

I sat up in surprise. How the hell did that just happen?!?!? How did I mess up asking Riley out in my own fantasy?!?!?!?! My inner monologue asked myself.

Riley’s notebook came into my peripheral view causing me to glance down at it. The words “Are you okay?” were written in her bubbly handwriting.

I nodded.

She smiled at me and then turned her attention back to our teacher up front. Riley Brooks had been my girlfriend for a whole month. Even before she became my girlfriend, we spent a lot of time together. We’d been to so many things where we met up with each other, but I had never asked Riley out on a date, just us. I think it's time to level up. Riley was not only super smart, and kind, but she's beautiful inside and out. Riley turned to look at me again.

“Is there something on my face?” she asked.

I hadn’t realized I was staring at her, but she did.

“No, your face is perfect.”

She smiled that beautiful smile at me again, but this time, her cheeks reddened a bit.

After class I carried Riley’s books to her locker for her. The courage was there. I could really do this.

“Riley?”

“Yes?”

When she stared up at me with her walnut colored eyes all the courage melted away. I was a puddle of goo lost in the alluring eyes of Riley Brooks.

“Liam?”

“You know what, I am not feeling that great, I think I’m going to find Leo and see if he can take me home.”

“Okay. I hope you feel better.”

I stayed at the school nurse faking a stomach ache for a bit, and while I was there, I concocted a plan.

Leo seemed unconvinced. “Liam, Riley’s your first girlfriend, don’t you think this is a little much?”

“Riley is just not a girl. She’s THE girl.

And if I don’t do this the right way, she might not be able to go out with me. Her brother is overprotective of her too. This is the only way. I need to talk to her father.”

“You mean he didn’t answer when you called 911 and asked for him?” Leo burst out laughing at the look on my face. “I’m kidding, just making sure you really wanted to do this for her.”

“She’s worth it Leo.”

“Okay, then let’s do this.”

I walked up to the desk.

“May I speak with Detective Brooks please?”

“Who might I say is asking for him?”

“Liam Rys, ma’am.”

“Alright, I will check and see if he’s available. You can sit over there to wait.”

We were waiting for around ten minutes before I saw Mr. Brooks walking towards us.

I immediately stood, and slapped Leo’s arm, for Leo to stand as well.

“Mr. Brooks Sir!”

“Liam. Who’s this?”

“This is my brother Leo.”

“What’s up 5.0?”

“Um….” Detective Brooks gave Leo the side eye.

“Sir, could I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Sure, I’ll take you back to my office. Is Gangsta’s Paradise coming with you?”

Author’s note: RIP Coolio!

“Huh?” Both of us were confused by the reference.

“Nevermind, just follow me.”

Once in the office Mr. Brooks looked at the two with a very critical eye.

“What’s on your mind Liam?”

“Your daughter sir.”

Now it was Leo’s turn to hit my shoulder. “Abort!”

“Riley is the smartest girl I know. She tells funny jokes, that always makes me laugh, and she’s kind. And she’s really really pretty, but that’s not the first thing I noticed about her. So of course she’s on my mind.”

“And here I was thinking Taylor would be the one that would have someone trailing her like a lost puppy when we moved here, and it’s Riley.”

“With your permission sir, I would like to ask Riley out on a date.”

“My permission?”

Mr. Brooks looked around in surprise.

“Yes sir. It seems like the proper thing to do, and I care about Riley.”

“And how pray tell are you going to take her out on a date? You don’t have a driver’s license.”

“That’s where I come in. I have a license and can chauffeur the two little lovebirds around. And I have a clean driving record, no tickets or DUIs.”

“You shouldn’t have any DUI's, you are not the legal age to drink. There is no age to use illegal drugs.”

“And I wouldn’t Your Honor.”

‘I am not a judge.”

“You sure about that? Cuz you’ve been giving my little bro the judgy eyes since we got here.”

“Leo!”

“The point, Your Lordship, my brother likes your daughter. So much so, that he sought your approval before even going to her to ask her out. He’s really doing a chivalrous and noble thing, that I didn’t agree that he should have to do, but that he cared enough to do for her.”

“When did you want to take Riley out?”

“This Friday Mr. Brooks.”

Mr. Brooks looked from Leo to him.

“If Riley says yes, she can go out with you, under one condition.”

“Yes sir?”

“She needs to be home before eleven.”

“Yes sir. I can do that. Thank you sir.”

I felt like I was floating on air as we walked back out to the car.

“So now we’re going to the mall. You need a new pair of pants, and a tie. And we need to order Riley flowers for Friday. You were right about Mr. Brooks. He’s old school. I thought that I had seen or heard that term Gangsta’s Paradise before, it’s a song. I mean check out this song. The hook is lit.”

That evening I stood in front of my mirror. I worked on and rehearsed the words for several hours. Finally I had in my mind what I wanted to say, and it sounded natural with me saying it.

“Riley, if you’re not busy on Friday night, I’d love to take you out on a date.”

“Oh Liam, Yes A thousand times yes!” Leo screeched in a high pitched voice in a crude attempt to imitate Riley.

Leo punched my shoulder. “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”

The next morning Riley and Taylor were both standing at her locker.

I gave Riley her signature hot chocolate, but I had decided and bought a second drink.

“Here Taylor, I thought you might like this.” From my day dream I got her the drink that she said was her favorite.

Taylor took a hesitant sip, then her eyes widened. “Oh my God! Liam this is amazing!!!! How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Why don’t you ever get me coffee, Nico? Liam buys Riley hot chocolate every single day.”

Nico looked irritated at me. Maybe he should up his game I thought to myself but didn’t have the nerve to say.

With Riley alone, it was finally time to ask her the words I had been planning to the past few days.

“I’d love to.” Riley responded.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“You’ll pick me up?”

“Yes. I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright.”

Date Night Liam

“This stupid thing!!!!”

I was trying to tie my tie, but I just couldn’t get it right.

Leo, hearing me grunt in frustration, walked into my room.

“What is wrong? I thought you’d be about ready to go?”

“I can’t get my tie right.”

“It’s okay little brother, let me help. It’s not hard to do. It’s one of the very few things Dad taught me when he was around.”

“Thanks Leo.”

“You look nice. Riley will think so too. Now let’s go pick up the flowers, and get your lovely lady.”

Date Night Riley

She wanted to look pretty for her date with Liam, but she also wanted to look like her. Taylor had the flair for dramatics, and that wasn’t what Riley wanted. She thumbed through her closet of clothes carefully, deciding to look like herself, not a less flashy version of Taylor. She picked her outfit.

Riley decided to do her own makeup, and no jewelry or earrings.

“Riley… you look….beautiful.”

“Thanks Mom. It’s not too plain?”

“No, you’re perfect baby.” Ren hugged her, her mom began to sniffle as she hugged her tighter.

“Mom, are you crying?”

“No. Not at all. Okay maybe a little bit. He’s down stairs right now. And he’s absolutely adorkable.”

“He is adorkable.”

I jumped up when Riley came walking down the stairs.

“Hi Liam.”

“Hi Riley… I got these for you.” I held out the bouquet of flowers for her to take.

“They’re really pretty. Thank you.”

“Not as pretty as you.”

“Awwwwwww….”

“Mom….. stahhhhhp!!!!” But Riley was giggling.

“I’ll go put these in some water for you.”

“My brother is outside in the truck Mr. Brooks. He’s going to be driving us around tonight.”

“Make sure he minds the speed limit, because he has precious cargo with him, and I know people.”

“Daaaaaaaadddddd.”

“Yes sir.”

Walking up to my brother’s SUV I made sure I was in the lead so I could open the back door for Riley first. I could feel her father’s eyes on me watching. Once Riley was safely inside I gently closed her door and walked around the vehicle to get in myself.

For dinner I decided on the local italian restaurant.

“Italian is my favorite Liam, I’m so glad you picked here for dinner, and of course asking me to have dinner with you.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

“Was that what you were trying to say the other day and didn’t? You looked so sweaty and nervous.”

“I was sweaty and nervous, and yes it was.”

“Well I’m glad you got your courage up then.”

“Me too. So tell me Riley, what’s your favorite Italian dish?”

“Lasagna, most definitely, what about you?”

“Mine is spaghetti and meatballs.”

Riley laughed.

“What?”

“From anyone else, I’d question that, from you, it’s endearing. My mom called you adorkable.”

“That’s me, the adorkable Liam Rys.”

After dinner Leo was driving to our next location.

“I hope you don’t think this is lame, and I haven’t been here since I was a kid, but I remember it being cool.”

“Where are we going?”

“I know you have allergies, and I do too, but I wanted to go stargazing with you without us needing inhalers or allergy medication or bug repellant.”

“And where can we do that?”

Riley glanced out the window, and let out a happy squeal. “We’re going to the planetarium?”

“Is it dumb?”

“I love this idea, thank you Liam.”

Riley kissed my cheek.

I glanced up seeing Leo smiling in the rearview mirror.

“I love that song. Can you turn it up?”

“No prob, not only am I the designated driver, I’m also the DJ.” Leo turned up the volume on the stereo, and Riley sang along with the song.

“Been spendin’ most their lives, livin’ in a gangsta’s paradise…”

“Yeah it’s a good song.”

I didn’t want to say it was my first time hearing it today, as it clearly wasn’t Riley’s first time hearing it, and she knew most of the lyrics to the song.

I decided to take Riley’s hand when we went into the planetarium.

“I haven’t been to one of these in a really long time either Liam.”

“I hope it’s as cool as eight year old Liam remembers it being.”

“I’m not worried, neither should you.”

The lights dimmed and we stared up as the light show began.

It started simply as a clear night, then the stars began to appear, then constellations began to glow to the beats of the soft music playing. Riley was staring at the ‘sky’ in awe, but I was mesmerized by her. She looked so happy.

“A shooting star! Quick Liam! Make a wish!” she whispered to me.

I made a silent wish that I hoped would come true tonight.

“What did you wish for?” she asked.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

The show ended with a little ‘thunderstorm’ and a little mist from the sprinklers above to imitate that it was raining. Riley nuzzled closer to me and I slipped my arm around her. It was a wonderful night.

At 10:42pm EST we were standing on the Brooks’s front steps.

“I had a really great time.”

“We should do this again, if you want.”

“I’d like that Liam. This night was perfect.”

“Almost.”

“What was missing?”

I leaned into Riley and kissed her, not a cheek kiss but on her lips. She seemed surprised, but didn’t pull away from me, but instead when my arms tightened around her waist, hers wrapped around my neck, fingers on one hand were twirling around the hair at the nape of my neck making little curls.

After a few more moments I reluctantly pulled away, as I had noticed the porch light flicker twice.

“Now it was a perfect night.”

“It really was.”

“Good night Liam.”

“Good night Riley.”

I walked out to the SUV once inside, Leo screamed. “Hell Yeah! That’s my little brother!!!!!”

I smiled at Leo, but the only person on my mind was Riley. Was it too soon to say, I was already in love with Riley Brooks?

#the adorkable liam rys #bebepac writes #school dayz #choices fanfiction #liam x riley #high school au #trr liam #TRR Riley #trr taylor

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thewickedlywenchy · 6 months

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I can’t stop asking pervy questions lol!

16, 23, 24, 25 & 27

Have I created a monster? 😂 I love to talk so no problem!! Ok pervert......here we go!

16. Morning sex or nighttime sex? Yes please!! And lunch time sex and random just because sex......YES!YES!YES!!!!

23. Do you like foreplay? I love foreplay! Foreplay doesn't always need to be physical either. Sexting all day with your partner, teasing each other in public (I 100% do this! Flash a nipple in a crowded restaurant, leave the table to go to the bathroom and text naughty pix while they are waiting at the table.) Being playful with each other......for me all of that leads to foreplay, and that leads to sex and that can only be a good thing!

24. What turns you on the easiest? In addition to being a pervert I am also a romantic. Hard to believe I know....lol. If we are talking physically.....a beard or stubble on my neck while whispering sweet nothings in my ear......or down right dirty talk works too!! If I'm called baby girl at any point I will just melt into a puddle of goo.

Also a lot goes on mentally for me too. I like someone that can take my sass and throw it right back at me. A little flirty sexy banter works every time!

25. How do you feel about creampies? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥gimmie!gimmie!gimmie!!!

27. Have you ever had sex with the same gender? I have. If I could clone myself I'd definitely fuck me.....lol. I find women very beautiful and I do notice an attractive woman in public. I have never been in an actual relationship with another woman. But sex yes. More than a few 3somes also. But as I get older I am much less tolerant of bullshit and drama and I definitely prefer men. I honestly don't know how you guys put up with us because there are maybe 2 women I can get along with....lol. Maybe it's me?? Nahhhh I'm a sweetheart! It's gotta be them😂😂😂

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siremasterlawrence · 11 months

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Corrupting The Spider verse

What the fuck? I yell reverberating through the empty room.

A shadows appears in the room watches me

as my hung upside down swing side to side.

“Who are you ? Why am I here?” I ask to no

avail.

The man walks up to me taking my hand in his shoving it up to stare me in the eyes.

“Boo!” He states boldly flipping the lights on with a simple pull.

“Spider-Man? What on earth?” I say in both disgust and surprise.

“Try again! You can’t escape!” he states in a huff”

“Fuck Off!” I say spitting at him.

Anger swelling in him goes awry attempting to slap me but I caught his hand.

“Fuck! How did you do that?”

“I am more powerful than you think.”

“Mwahahahahaha! I like you”

“Will you join me? I need you help”

“So you kidnapped me?”

“I freed you from reality “

“Hell no!”

“You are not Spider-man”

“How would you know?”

“Because Peter would never do that”

“You think Peter is the only one”

“Face me! I’ll show you “

I had enough squeezing my arms tightly in a way breaking through the ropes causing them to shred.

He stands impressively ready to blow up in a fight, I land a superhero landing in awe at my new power.

In this reality I am more powerful than I can actually believe, snapping my finger in the air.

The world I now inhabit shatters like pieces of glass free falling on to the ground leaving an empty space.

Beautiful in its own essence pitch black but glorious he is in no longer in total control of the situation.

I am no longer In conflict with my situation at this point I feel alive like never before more myself the ever.

The area showcases its true intents now so exhilaratingly it unfolds with spider webs are covering every way.

This the literal core of the Spider-verse all

parts of the web appear on the screen a si view them.

I can see all versions of Spider-man a gold throne is forming from a puddle of goo on the floor.

Wiping my eyes I stare in disbelief at what is in my sight, my feet move on their own to the throne.

Climbing the staircase one step at a time my souls fuels sigh fiery causing my bravado grows.

Reaching the top of the steps my body is lit turning to face my back to it and sit fully not aware of anything.

“Are you willing to accept the throne?”

“Who? What?”

“The ethereal voice of the thrown”

“Yes! I am “

“Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Bring me all of the main totems”

“Never speak”

“Embrace my power”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Like a ocean “

“Waves of destruction ruin you”

“You all want to surrender”

“So much easier”

“The threads of the spider-verse mesh”

“Threading together in to one”

“Connecting to my throne “

“Glowing up blowing up “

“Everything consuming you “

“Body succumbs “

“Mind relinquishing”

“Yyyyeeessss!”

“We must obey “

“We live for Master Lawrence “

“Peter Parker”

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

“Rise to your feet, come kneel at my feet and become my herald.”

“All of you “

“Look to the sky”

“See the other universes”

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

“Surrender your worlds to me”

“Bring wrath and destruction “

“I own all worlds”

“Your worlds are mine”

“Burn them to the ground “

The end

#tom holland #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #hypno submission #reprogramming #mind control slaves #peter parker #spider man #Hero-verse

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ladyryukyo · 11 months

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Your 5 favourite tropes

ough careful you found my number one weakness

i love tropes i will reread the same trope over and over again and never get tired of it, this list doubles as what i would like to see in the fandom suggestions, so take notes if you want me in your comments screaming my head off /hj

1. enemies/rivals-to-lovers

you all already knows this about me probably but SDGLAHGAS the irritation, the banter, the "shit he's hot" realization, the feelings realization, the ust, the begrudging allyship, when everyone can see it but they deny it all, and then when the inevitable kiss happens it's so cathartic, i love everything about this

2. mutual pining + slow burn

the longer the mutual pining goes on, the better the fallout in the end BUT the pining has to increase in intensity with time. if it stays the same it's boring and frustrating to watch. it's so so good every time when they start noticing things about the other person, like physical attributes first, and then stuff about them as a person, and then they grow closer and closer until i simply melt into a puddle of goo

3. revenge

when a character has been slighted and makes a comeback that is so badass and cool and cathartic and everyone fears and respects them now, hell yes, i love that shit. one of my most searched for tags on ao3 is "BAMF *favorite character*" i will never get tired of this

4. partners in crime

sharing a secret, protecting each other to the best of their abilities, discussing the plan until it's suddenly not about the plan anymore but things they have never told anyone else before and they trust each other now after everything they went through together, they dont know who of the people around them they can trust but they know they can trust each other at least, they have never trusted anyone more, guys, it's about the trust helloooo??

5. time travel fix-it

in some fandoms, that is the only trope i read because i am just that obsessed with it. when canon fucks up and kills beloved side characters/destroys happy memories/doesn't give someone what they deserve (good or bad), there is nothing better than sending the characters back and doing it all over again but with a plan this time. bonus points for making badass characters even more badass.

honorary mentions: handholding, soulmates, gray morality, case fic, forced proximity, hidden/secret identity, tending to each other's wounds

#i love rereading the same tropes in the same fandom with the same two characters a hundred times #hey hey tell me your favorite tropes too #evil monologue followed by evil laughter

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mastermegatron · 1 year

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Get To Know The Mun

------The Basics!

Name: Shea

Pronouns: She/her

------Three Facts!

Two of my wisdom teeth never developed.

I can say the alphabet backwards from memory.

The most money I’ve ever won off a scratch off lottery ticket is $40.

------Experience!

Platforms Used: Back in the day, Yahoo Messenger, gmail, fanfiction.net, YouTube, deviantart, and Skype. Nowadays I float around on Tumblr, Discord, Twitter, and AO3.

Plotting / Winging It / Memes: I do all the things. I tend to only plot out more serious threads.

------Muse Preference!

Gender: Not a big deal to me.

Multi or Single: Single, but I’ll include NPCs from time to time. Sometimes I’m cringey enough to even RP with myself but at that point I just consider it fanfiction 🤪.

Least Favorite Faceclaim(s): Idk Megatron just stole Rodimus’ because he didn’t know how to build a humansona for himself.

------Fluff / Angst / Smut!

Fluff: -Grabby hand emoji- I love to see a touch-starved murderer melt into a puddle of existential goo if someone holds their hand.

Angst: This is what I write the most, I think. Suffering builds character.

Smut: I am extremely particular about writing smut, mostly because I write it as nasty as I possibly can and usually violent. And I’m not sure if most people are up for that. So I don’t write it a lot.

Tagged by: @riflesparked (thank you for tagging me!)

#dash meme;#ooc;

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sharpnothashtag · 11 months

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The Good Ship CrushWay, Chapter 61

All except Joy, Riker, and DeAnna pick up their phasers and fire on a different traitor.

Joy: Set phasers to kill!

They do so. After several sustained blasts, the traitors begin to phase and glitch out of existence. Once they are all gone, a white-hot light blinds the entire party. They all fall back, and what I can best describe as a puddle of goo approaches them.

Joy: (sitting up) Wha--? Goo: (many voices whispering as one) What have you done? Joy: I have betrayed the betrayers of time. I have avenged my father. Goo: The boh-GED as you knew them were history's traitors, but they weren't just traitors.

The Goo goes up into the sky and becomes The Mighty Nine. They spin around in the sky, and as they do, they transform. Ja'Rod-a caring, kind father; Rula-a fair judge; Intendant Kira-a generous lover; the rest show a softer side of themselves.

Joy: They still committed unspeakable atrocities. The Mighty Nine: No one acts alone. Joy: But, my father-- Brutus: Was just a spirit. Joy: No one is just anything. The Mighty Nine: Our point exactly.

The rest of the crew wakes. KJ walks up to Joy.

KJ: Joy, we're behind you. We'd do it again in a heartbeat. You got justice for your father. Joy: What I got was revenge, not justice. KJ: These people murdered your people in cold blood just because they thought they were a lower form of life. Joy: But they're people. KJ: (getting Joy to face her) Everyone is deeply flawed. That is not a sign of weakness. That is life. (addressing The Mighty Nine) They took a life to repay a life taken. That balances out. The Mighty Nine: (addressing Joy) Did you come here to kill Brutus? Joy: No. When we arrived, he was here, and it--just happened. KJ: Someone fired on our ship! They brought it down, onto the planet. Who shot us down? The Mighty Nine: We did. Wesley: What kind of weapon is that?! The Mighty Nine: It is fueled by our suns. Wesley: Is that why your suns are going supernova? The Mighty Nine: Yes. We realized too late. Joy: Will you please start over from the beginning? I want to understand.

The Goo comes back together as Goo and then, it forms into Joy's father.

Goo: Many years ago, Brutus, made to protect this world--this system by force, began killing spirits. He believed them to be inferior to the Kaanor hosts. Joy, your father was one of the many Brutus killed. (The Goo forms into Brutus again.) Brutus was a mighty, powerful being. Too powerful according to some. KJ: What about the others? Goo: There were no others. (Brutus becomes smaller, and the rest of the mighty nine are formed off of him.) Brutus divided himself into nine to watch over the nine planets in this system. The Kaanor developed a weapon using the power of their seven suns, and Brutus took advantage of that to bring you down here. Riker: (weakly) Starfleet sent me on a top secret, peaceful, undercover informational mission. Everyone had to think I was dead. Once my antenna fell off, Brutus was alerted. I was able to outrun him and send a message to the Captain, but then he found me and beat me senseless. Goo: He wanted to run a test on all of you. When you found Riker, Brutus wanted to see if there would be any negotiation. He didn't know about you, Joy. Joy: Then I killed him. And I got everyone else to kill the others. Q: (appearing out of nowhere, with frailty) and you have now become the first being in the history of all the universes to kill a Q. Picard: Brutus was a Q?! Q: There was only he and I. He was a part of me. Now there is no Q continuum. There is only me. Picard: No one to keep you in line?! Q: (sitting down on the ground) Yes. (slowly) I am alone. (to Patrick) I told you not to come! Patrick: I couldn't have known this was going to happen. Q: (screaming) DON'T YOU SEE?! I AM NOT WHOLE! (He turns to his side, and we see that he is literally half of himself--viscera and other things are hanging out of him. Riker vomits.) Patrick: (very freaked out) Beverly, isn't there anything you can do? Bev: (shocked, scanning) His physiology is too different from our own--I can't heal him. Patrick: Can you live like this? Q: No. I'm dying. And I'm afraid.

Picard, Riker, DeAnna, Beverly, KJ, Data, Daneel, and Wesley politely rise and walk back toward the ship. Patrick and Joy sit on either side of Q.

Joy: (gently) When I die, I sing this song--I'm not sure why, but I do. It's kind of comforting. Down in the valley, valley so low Hang your head over hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow dear, hear the wind-- Q: (clearly in a great deal of pain, struggling to speak clearly) You sing it when you die because that was what your father sang when he died. He wanted you to hear his voice on the wind. When you die, you get to be close to him. Joy: (silently crying, singing softly) Hear the wind blow, dear. Hear the wind blow Hang your head over, hear the wind blow. Patrick: I'm here, Q. I'm holding you. Rest now. (tearing up) Go to Ian. They are waiting for you.

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