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underdevelopedbutterfly · 2 years

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Yi-jin, your love is deep.

Sarang. Love.

I am loving you, Na Hee Do. I don’t need a rainbow.

After the endless screaming, crying, and giggling after Yi-jin’s beautiful confession of love and respect to Hee Do, I am so much inspired to write my thoughts about their relationship.

After hearing those words, I kept asking myself, what kind of love Yi-jin is saying? Then, I realized that I underestimated Yi-jin’s feelings for Hee Do. Throughout all these episodes, Yi-jin has kept a boundary with Hee Do making sure that it will not become romantic in nature, but it was all along love for him, and no better episode can express this than episode 9.

It doesn’t need to be romantic and physical in nature, it can just be about sharing happiness, providing comfort, supporting one another’s dreams, and caring for each other. At least this is what I felt about how Yi-jin is showing his love for Hee Do, especially in today’s episode. From smiling like his usual self because of Hee Do’s, “I have to have you” confession, to being vocal, serious, and sincere that he doesn’t want their relationship to fall apart just like that, how he kept emphasizing that she should trust him, to making sure that Hee Do wouldn’t be hurt and to being this mature rookie reporter who seamlessly says “no” to his superior because he wanted to be a good reporter because of Hee Do. Yes, dear 2521 fam, he sincerely loves her. When we thought that no one can top Hee Do’s confession of, “I have to have you”, Yi-jin did by straightforwardly answering Hee Do’s question that it is love for him.

May I also emphasize how he repeatedly said that Hee Do must trust him and how he wants Hee Do to answer him if she trusts him—because at first, I really thought it was just because he was being protective as an older “guy”. But it was just not it. He wants to be trusted by Hee Do because he wants her to learn that she inspires him to be better at his job and to be a better person in general.

When Hee Do’s mother said that he should keep his distance from Hee Do because he’s a sports reporter and when I saw how much Yi-jin really cares for Hee Do, I got worried a little bit because I thought it would harm them both, especially him. However, what surprise me was how he showed maturity in the best way possible. His affection and special relationship for Hee Do doesn’t harm him but leads him and inspires him to be better just as what he said to Hee Do in the confession scene. We also see this in episode 4 where he’s very vocal on how much Hee Do gives him hope.

So, yes, I love that kind of relationship built on a very healthy ground.

When Hee Do got hurt because of the reenactment of the simultaneous touch with Yu-rim, Yi-jin’s action proved that man is mature enough and his love for Hee Do will instead lead him to pursue better judgments. Like how athletes not just Hee Do could be injured and who would be responsible if that happens? My man is really smart, brave and very mature to against his senior. I mean, how can I not fall in love with him? I really hope for the best for these two.

So, when it has been love for Yi-jin? Can we really be better judgers at that? But since I love silly theories, I’m guessing that it was on the whole time they were apart and when he had a talk with his mother about that love that inspires each other to grow. Yi-jin already knew.

I cannot be sure of what will happen in the next episodes, but I do believe it will still be like what they are doing right now—pursuing happiness together just with acknowledged feelings of affection and respect for one another.

Gosh, I am so happy.

Also, Yi-jin knows that Hee Do’s prettier side is her left side! Please, I love them both.

Important Edit:

It’s really not “Saranghae, Na Hee Do”, my mistake, sorry! Also, the real translation is, “I am loving you, Na Hee Do”.

Here’s also a very good twitter thread to understand even better his confession, it translated a korean article about the nature of Yijin’s confession and the meaning behind, “I am loving you” and why it is even more special than, “I love you”. ♡

https://twitter.com/imzeroclock/status/1503866984508837899

#twenty five twenty one #baek yi jin is the man!#manifesting happy ending please jebal #healthy relationship #rainbow #love #SARANGHAE NA HEE DO #2521 #edited

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initiumseries · 2 years

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Haha fun ask. Yes! Ngl this will mostly be Asian dramas lol. Ok so in no particular order:

2521 So...I had a feeling based on the present day dialogue that they weren't going to end up together, but having that confirmed was FRUSTRATING because they were the only part of the show worth watching. Even the lead actress begged them to change the ending. It was definitely WTF because of ALL the hills to die on.

Red Sleeve

The drama was FRUSTRATING because there was SO much tension, SO much chemistry, but the political stuff was sloppy, so I watched for them, and then the SECOND LAST episode, she dies. WTF.

Lovers of the Red Sky I watched Red Sleeve after abandoning this one only to be frustrated AGAIN lol. So this drama was advertised as this fantasy romantic drama, but what we GOT, was some weird fantasy political shit and very little in the way of romance. The shift was SO wtf because again, the chemistry was there and I was WAITING to see them get together, but instead it becomes about succession. Who cares?

The Story of Yanxi Palace Can't find gifs of it right now, but basically the Empress Fuca (below) was envied but everyone, specifically Noble Consort Gao (red dress), so when they were all at the banquet and the Empress was being fawned over because she was pregnant again. Noble Consort arranged this elaborate ass plan where a maid dropped a dish of I think deer liver and the stench attracted a SHIT LOAD of BATS and then everyone started screaming and she used that opportunity to throw the Empress off a ledge that wasn't very high, where she hit her head went into a coma and lost her baby. First of all, bats aren't even carnivores. Second of all, there's NO WAY you could ensure this plan would succeed. What if only like 2 or 3 bats showed up? Flimsy. WTF

The Rebel Princess She gets kidnapped like 50 times, and the guy who kidnaps her and tries to sexually assault and/or rape her "falls in love" with her so when he kidnaps her a second time and tries to force her into marriage and that goes left, he sacrifices himself for her in a declaration of...love I guess. Dude you tried to assault her and also kidnapped her from her lawful husband TWICE. WTF

LOK I have my overall issues with the storytelling on LOK but the most WTF was Korra and Mako. I just...hated it. They barely spent any time together, they barely talked, and Korra was SO pressed to be with him and I was like...but why? and their break up was just as wtf as their so called relationship. It was a no for me.

Peaky Blinders This ENTIRE season just had me like...??? But ESPECIALLY because of her. Any time a show incorporates Russians it goes off the rails.

Lovecraft Country I...did not particularly enjoy Lovecraft Country, but this ENTIRE SL...there’s a LOT, probably TOO much to unpack there so we’ll keep it as it just had me like...seriously...WHAT the ENTIRE fuck.

The Originals Can’t find the gif right now, but I remember when me and @zalrb were drunk reviewing this episode and I was SO OFFENDED because Cami was dying and Klaus was DRAWING her and I was like...LOL WTF?!? That’s such an incredibly shitty thing to do. Drawing a subject is such an impersonal thing, and this is supposed to be an intimate moment. It was clearly a scene created by not artists who thought it was romantic instead of...bizarre.

Attack On Titan Honestly, the show was recommended to me by an ex and I had 0 context for what the show was, so when I saw this shit. I absolutely lost it. Then later coming full circle and finding out that it was Eren’s dad’s first wife who killed his second wife? It’s just...

Kakegurui Literally everything about season 1 was just...WHAT?

But especially her

I’m CONFIDENT there are other shows but this is what immediately comes to mind lol. Fun ask!

#kakegurui #attack on titan #lovecraft country #story of yanxi palace #peaky blinders #the legend of korra #lovers of the red sky #the red sleeve

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hoarsedevours · 2 years

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wowwww this shit's insane. i can't believe I have so many emotions for this drama. i want to run and bounce. I want to swim in the sea. I want to do a pirouette. I want to text all my loved ones that i love them. i want to resume journaling. i want to hit all the gongs that exist on planet earth. i want to scream and shout then roll in the fields!!!! aufgshfdhgsf 2521 is a masterpiece!!! mannn....

i know that was going to happen! heedo's mom is very....maybe she doesn't have a backbone....maybe she is very "i am just doing my job"...oh my god the parallelism between heedo and her coach and how ms. shin hurt them in tha name of "journalism"🤡 (missmaam u can just abstain ig like the judges who wouldn't judge if someone they're close to has a case) all i know is that not all mothers should be mothers....

god and the way how people who are not blood-related to heedo are the ones supporting her. her mom doesn't have an excuse, really. when we have a similar reporter yi jin sleeping overnight in a hotel lobby waiting for the referee to pass and when that didn't work out he chased the ref and does an extra shit just to have a statement of clarification.... and then we have random old men cheering her up, saying things that completely resonated with her soul............i know that feeling of being seen by strangers. a sort of catharsis that someone does understand

i love how the writers showed the 2 sides after the competition. because i've always been curious about the losing party. how did they cope? what are their thoughts and feelings. i feel for heedo but at the same, i also feel for yurim? does that make sense? yurim's a very what i like to call a very "asian woman" almost all of the things she does are for her family. family is everything. she's been doing it for as long as she can remember that she now forgot what are the things she does because she herself loves it and what is for her family....they get it (girl probably bcs they're asian as well?) her father comforting her.....oh my god......i haveeee.....

i shed tears again. every damn episode. i swear. first time for a kdrama and i've been watching kdrama for years. like princess hours era long? well if u count meteor garden taiwanese version as kdrama then also that? (lol) or maybe u can also say that i haven't watched as many dramas as i can in those years. but like personally, this drama touches my feels in so many wayssss....ugh

and of course...not to forget the thing that got me giggling is the possibility that yijin is heedo's husband and min chae's father. he was just fucking quarantined that's why ms. shin told heedo that she "saw him last month" and ofc heedo misses her husband. gorl duh. man i love this possible reality. because...i know...i know...first loves not ending up with each other is a normal occurrence (according to my research lol) i've seen it happen in the people i know personally and read and hear in media....but 2521 is a story of hope...u know....among other things...but like hope is the main theme and believing in each other. of hopes and dreams and wishes and believing. like sis please give it to us alreadyyy 😭sis i'm begging u... i didn't watch this drama for angst...i mean shitttt fuck i actually watched this for angst💀 (hello at the gifset that have yijin saying "you have to be in love for a break up to be sad, you idiot" but i have the assumption that it's an "angst with happy ending" goddddd😭😭😭

ok i actually replayed episode 5 an unhealthy amount of times to analyze the interaction between heedo's mom and min chae. and min chae's giving me the vibes of knowing something but refusing to say it for some reason. her expression when she said "tell me about baek yijin" looks like fishing for something that she already knows 👀i meannnn her eyes are avoiding and assessing her grandma's👀 yeas but i am very biased so of course, none of this theory is with valid support

#you would come #what do you think?#spoilers under cut #oh my god i was soooo sleepy while waiting for ep. 7 yet here i am typing on tumblr dot com very much awake like i've just snorted coke #ahhhhhhhhhhahahhahhhhhahhha #anyway not much lesbian interactions in this one maybe next time xD #i drank straight from the bottle when i was in school---yes uncle literally sameeee lolllll #i cried when heedo's demonstrating to yijin how fast she is compared to yurim. idew. maybe the fact that yijin indulged her #the scene in which heedo answered to yijin when he asked THE TRUST AND CONFIDENCE?! LORD PLEASEEEE #remarkable. spectacular. heartwarming. amazing #i also cried when she won and go played fuckkk #when she looked at yijin after she won #when her own mother reported the controversies surrounding her win #when she ran away and ate in a restaurant. was that ramen? girl same. but i usually do it after drinking. clears the head so the pain will #begin again lollll #2521 #twenty five twenty one #kovershares

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Barely Breathing

Summary: Liam continues to process and learn more about his mother, Eleanor

Word Count: 2521

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Constantine x Eleanor

Warnings: N/A

Part 10 of WP. To catch up read here.

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**I don’t own the characters, just borrowing them**

“No.” Liam’s voice doesn’t raise above a whisper. He shakes his head repeatedly as if what he’s just read will change.

Panic fills his lungs with each breath as his chest tightens up. He presses his palms firmly into his desk as he stands up and walks over to his bookshelf. An entire shelf was dedicated to his mother; her favorite books, books she had read to him, framed photographs, her journals. His fingers gently grazed the spines of the books before he picked each one off the shelf one by one and threw them as hard as he could across the room.

He knew it would only be moments before guards burst into the room to check on him, he was surprised they weren’t already there. Book by book slammed against the walls of the office before he turned his attention to the photographs. Without hesitation, they too were smashed into the walls; glass shattering on impact and scattering across the wooden floor.

He wanted no reminders of his mother in the palace and soon stormed out and practically ran to the grand hall. Several guards tail him, but he just waves them off. He is on a mission now. Each step causes him to walk pass an oil painting of a previous ruler of Cordonia; each king and queen hung on this wall. Finally, he stopped in front of his mother’s: Queen Eleanor Rys. The commoner queen from Auvernese. Kindhearted Eleanor.

For months after her death, Liam could be found at this portrait. Sometimes he could be found sitting there reading one of the books she’d read him, but more times than not, he’d be found asleep, having cried himself to sleep.

But today, today he stands in front of this portrait and feels anger. He wraps his fingers around the frame and tries to rip it off the wall. For several minutes, Liam pulls and tugs at the painting trying to remove it from the wall.

“If she didn’t want to be Queen, Cordonia doesn’t need a reminder of her.”

“Your Majesty?” A guard slowly approaches the king.

“Have this taken down.” He walks pass him, “NOW!”

“Liam, honey.” Her voice is full of sleep which causes him to turn his neck in her direction. He looks down at his watch: 3:45 am and then back at Olivia, who is pulling the belt of her robe tighter.

He doesn’t answer her, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He doesn’t even think his voice would work if he tried; his throat burns from screaming at the night sky.

She takes a seat next to him on the bench near the garden that saw his wrath earlier that day. It’s not until he turns to look at her, just inches apart, that she can truly see his face. He’s paler than usual, black circles line his red, puffy eyes and he looks exhausted.

Something is said, but it’s too low for her to hear and when he repeats it, she watches the man she loves, completely shatter.

“She’s gone, Liv.” He starts crying, “She died three years ago.” He sinks to his knees in front of her, placing his head on her lap before letting, all the pain he’s ever felt, out.

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Liam grips tightly to the side of his mother’s dress as they walk through the palace courtyard. It was one of the last days of autumn, the coldness slowly creeping into the air which meant the days of Liam and Momma adventures were winding down.

He looks up at her and smiles, he loves his momma. She’s was his favorite person and tied for his best friend with Drake. Lately she seems to be busier than usual, but Liam didn’t mind because she always made it up to him. She even snuck Leo and him into a restaurant so the three of them could enjoy a nice meal without the press a few days ago. And now they were going somewhere special on the palace grounds.

Eleanor looks at Liam who is beaming with happiness and her heart melts. Before she thought maybe he was missing out on having younger siblings since her and Constantine didn’t have any after him, but seeing him like this, he seemed perfectly content. Maybe Drake was what she hadn’t been able to give him, either way, she was happy that he had someone to lean on when she couldn’t be there.

“What’s this, momma!” Liam runs over to the brick structure before leaning over the side.

“Liam!” Eleanor sprints over there and pulls him back. Her heart beating out of her chest.

“Momma, did I do a bad thing?”

She looks down at him, his bottom lip poked out and trembling as tears pool in his bright blue eyes, “No, sweet boy. You just have to be more careful. You could’ve fell in.”

“I’m sorry Momma!” He throws his arms around her and she pulls him close to her.

“I know, baby.” She kisses the top of his head, “Wanna see what it is now?”

He nods, but keeps his head buried in her chest. She holds him for a little longer before they both stand up.

“This is a wishing well. You come here, make a wish and drop in a coin.”

“Does the wish come true?”

“Legend has it that they do.” She smiles at him as he looks at her with wide eyes.

“Momma, do you have a coin I could borrow?”

Smiling, she pulls two out of her coin purse and places one in his hand, “One for you and one for me.”

“You go first Momma. I want to make sure I do it right.”

Eleanor chuckles before closing her eyes for a moment and then flicks the coin off her thumb and they both watch as it falls down the well.

“You didn’t say your wish, Momma!” Liam whines.

“If you say them aloud, they don’t come true, silly.”

Liam straightens up his posture and holds the coin firm in his hand. He racks his brain, trying to come up with a wish. He could wish that Drake and him would be friends forever. Or that his dad would start treating Olivia better. Then it finally dawned on him what he should wish for and then he gently tosses the coin into the well.

“You want to tell me your wish?” Eleanor teases.

“No, Momma! I want it to come true!” He stomps his foot down, determined for it to come true.

“Okay, okay, sweet boy.” She reaches for his hand, “Let’s head back to the palace.”

* *

The sun shines on his face, the warmth wakes him up as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. His head is heavy and throat sore from his meltdown last night. He rolls over, finally opening his eyes to see red.

“Liv?” Liam is completely confused.

She slowly wakes up, having fallen asleep kneeling by the side of Liam’s bed. Olivia tries to stand up but the stiffness in her knees cause her to stumble; Liam lunges forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her on the bed.

“What were you doing on the floor?”

“I planned on leaving once you fell asleep, but I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought.” She runs her hands through her hair, trying to tame it.

“Uhh,” Liam rubs the back of his neck, “There’s another half of the bed.”

Her face turns red, partially from his comment and the fact that his shirtless. And while she’s seen him shirtless before, she feels more vulnerable in this moment; plus, she knows now is not the time for such thoughts.

“I didn’t want to cause any rumors or cast shade on your reputation.”

“My reputation? How would my reputation look if people found out you slept on my floor?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I…Well…I’m sorry.” She drops her head down, completely embarrassed, “Sometimes it gets hard to friends with the king.”

Liam’s face drops, growing up titles didn’t hold much value to them, a title was a title in the eyes of a child. Maxwell, Bertrand, Leo, Madeleine, and Olivia all had titles and they just really shrugged at them. Well maybe not Madeleine. Even the fact Drake and Savannah didn’t have one, never mattered when they were children.

“Oh. I guess I never realized how much my title changed and how that changed our dynamic.” When Liam assumed the role of Crown Prince and then King, he took it in stride. He had never taken the time to think how his personal relationship had been changed.

“No, it’s just…” she sighs, “It’s hard sometimes to walk the line of Liam and the king. With just Liam, staying the night wouldn’t be an issue, we’ve been friends since childhood. But as the king, an unwed king, it’s a huge issue and inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry I put you in a compromised situation, Liv.” He begins to kick himself all over again when his father’s words ring in his mind: Kings don’t express emotions. Kings stay firm and strong. Him telling Olivia he didn’t want to be alone was him allowing his emotions to be in control of him once again.

“Don’t be,” She smiles at him, “Last night you didn’t need to be a king, you needed to be a human. A grieving son mourning the loss of your mother. I understood that.”

He presses his lips to her temple, a gesture he’s done several times before, “Liv, I don’t think I’d be able to function without you.”

She watches him walk to his bathroom suite before she turns her attention to her thoughts. Ever since Liam told her that the deaths of Eleanor and Jackson were faked, she felt she was holding her breath. She wanted to be there for Liam, to stay clear headed, but then last night happened and she learned Eleanor had actually passed.

However, Olivia wasn’t exactly sure what to think, while she didn’t think lowly of Queen Eleanor, she also didn’t hold her in such high regard as Liam did. Most of her childhood, Olivia was made to feel unwanted, like damaged goods and a stain of the fabric of nobility, but Eleanor never treated her that way. She took her in and tried as hard as she could to hold her close to her side, but Constantine would only allow a Nevrakis so close to the throne.

Part of her was almost happy that there was news Eleanor could be alive, she had lost one mother, losing Eleanor hurt just as badly. Though now, that hope was gone and if it crushed her as badly as it had, she couldn’t fathom what Liam felt.

* *

“That’ll be all, Bastien.” Liam nods as Bastien bows and exits his office. It has been a little over two weeks since Liam had finished reading the files; since the night that Olivia had stayed with him through the night.

He thought maybe there was something between them, that their long-lasting childhood friendship would blossom into romance. A Nevrakis as the queen, Liam chuckled at the idea of his father rolling over in his grave. But once the initial haze of events blew over, he realizes that Olivia someone who should stay in his inner circle, not directly by his side. It was his need to cling to something constant, something that reminded him that his childhood wasn’t just a bunch of lies.

Before returning to Lythikos, Olivia expressed her concern and hesitation on him going to Montana to talk to Jackson. She made several points on how she didn’t think he would find the answers he was searching for, that what Jackson told him might not bring him the peace he wanted and that it could even backfire. While he wanted to side with her, to see where her concerns laid, he knew that he had to go. If anything, he needed to put a person to what he’s discovered instead of a fuzzy memory from years ago.

* *

The next week is a long and tiresome game of phone tag between Liam and Drake; between Liam being on a business trip and Drake spending more time at the Walker Ranch, they missed each other’s calls frequently.

It isn’t until Liam has gotten back to the palace that he finally answers the phone when Drake calls.

“I was beginning to think you ghosted me.”

Liam laughs, “I’ll schedule diplomatic matters around your calls from here on out then.”

“How did the trip go?”

He rolls his eyes, “The country’s business part went fine, I gained enough support to pass the bill. It went downhill when my personal business was then discussed.”

“Uh oh. This sounds bad.”

“I was presented suitors. My father was unwed for way longer than three years when my mother…” He stops, he’s not sure what to say. When his mother died? When she ran off?

Drake catches on, “It was like ten years or so wasn’t it? Until he married Regina?”

“Exactly. Three isn’t that long.” Liam shakes his head, annoyed.

“But he did have two heirs,” Drake pauses, “Just saying.”

Liam sighs, “Maybe I’ll just name your child as my heir, get them off my back.”

Drake freezes, “What!? You can’t do that. That’s insane!” He continues rambling until Liam’s laughter causes him to stop.

“I’m kidding, that wouldn’t make any sense. Then what would happen to my first born?” Liam is still laughing, “Plus you hate nobility, there’s no way you’d allow it.”

“And the court says I’m the bad influence.”

“Anyway, the reason I’ve been calling isn’t just to give you a heart attack. I want to come to Montana.”

Drake slowly processes Liam’s words. They had the space to accommodate him staying for a few days and Riley would love to see Liam again, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for the two worlds to collide. He and his dad had just started talking more often and he wasn’t sure he was ready to open that part of his world up to Liam.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just want to hear Jackson’s side. I have questions too. I have things I want to lay to rest with this whole situation.”

“Yeah, I understand. Does next week work? Just so I have time to tell Dad and Riley.”

“Of course. Just let me know and I’ll have Bastien take care of the arrangements.”

* *

“Everything is in order, sir. Whenever you’re ready, we can leave.”

“Maybe I should stay here.” He lets out a sigh, “I mean what can Jackson really tell me, he’s not my mother.”

“No, but he was a part of her life and does have insight that could help.”

“What if…what if her life was better? Better without me?”

“Sir, I watched Queen Eleanor with you, there’s no world where her life was better without you. Don’t forget that you were everything to her.”

“That used to be easy to remember, nowadays, not so much.”

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embrace-the-mutation · 4 years

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America's New Anthem

You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future

Not a future that will be but one that might be

This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one

He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus

(He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)

People yellin', screamin' at polices

(Riots tonight, riots tonight)

Burnin', lootin', shootin', takin', thievin'

(Fire and light, fire and light)

Fill the air and most don't know the reason

(Never knew his name, never knew his name)

But they know his problems and feel his pain

(Shit's still the same, shit's still the same)

We just prey off in they deadly game

(It'll never change, it'll never change)

Too much profit in it and it stay the same

(The facts still remain, the facts still remain)

You can burn the system and start again

(Spoke with a ghost)

Late night, same night, "God, let me sleep, please, I'm begging you"

(Said, "Don't be afraid")

Daylight might never break right again once they get at you

(Said, "You'll never be alone again")

This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue

("The murdered all stay")

That thing when your mind says "run" but your heart isn't letting you

(Said, "We got an army now")

You strike 'em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them

(The weapon is our memory)

Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying

(I don't wanna scare nobody)

Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy

(But I'm gonna make 'em remember me)

Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering

Thieves!

Coming live at five, we got new news breaking

You heard here first if you don't die waiting

Hard to review the scene I just seen

I'ma try to convey, but it defies explaining

Started with folks just crying

Nothing but broken hearts, sobs, and the shriek of the sirens

Right at the spot where the blood's still drying

(My God) I saw it, the dead began rising

I don't know much about science

But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet

Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant

Sky became black like the stars aren't aligning

So many years of this violence

Now we're surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant

Saying, "Look what you've done, you designed it"

When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, "Riot!"

Riot

No more moms and dads crying

No more arms in the air

We put firearms in the air

Molotov cocktails thrown in the air

CNN got dummy Don on the air

Talking 'bout he smell that ganj in the air

Dummy don't know and dummy don't care

Get that punk motherfucker outta here

Aye, ghosts are walking

Ghosts are talking

Everything gon' be different, mane

Shh, karma's coming

Ain't no runnin'

Death gon' deal with the guilty, mane

The universe curses the killers, mane

Can't keep killin' God's children, mane

A pound of flesh is what you owe

Your debt is due, give up your ghost

Thieves!

What have you done?

What are you making us do?

Thieves!

It's on you

Thieves!

It's on you

Thieves!

(MLKJr) "I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air

Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be

Condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots

But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard."

Thieves!

#2020 #blm #state of the union #rtj #minnesota riots

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burdenedwithgloriousimagines · 6 years

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Title: I’m So Sorry

Author: Admin Jasmine

Word Count: 2521

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Reader’s Gender: Female

Summary: You take your son to meet his dad, Tony Stark, who has no idea he exists.

Author’s Notes: Angsty fluff

Feedback and suggestions always welcomed!

You never intended for this to happen. You loved your son to pieces but it was nights like this that your heart ached and you wondered how everything went so wrong. It was yet another night of him asking about his father, when daddy would come home, when he would get to meet daddy.

Your response was sweet and short as always, “He’s off saving the world, honey.” And when he would start asking, they were the nights you sent him to bed a little early, and with only one bedtime story instead of two. Your answer wasn’t a lie, it never was. But it was never the full truth, never the answer that Alex was looking for.

Most days you could ignore how much he resembled his father. His dark hair and big brown eyes could be a characteristic of hundreds of thousands of men. His quirky attitude and know it all style - even at three he somehow knew he was destined for greatness, destined for a legacy. And he was so incredibly intelligent - Alex was forming full sentences and almost able to hold conversations by the time he was two.

But nights like this - nights where his nose scrunched in distress, obviously upsets; nights where his tiny limbs filled with hope despite knowing his answer already; nights where his big eyes filled with sorrow, filled with abandonment after you gave him the same answer. These were the nights that hurt the most. These were nights you knew you weren’t the great mother you wanted to be.

You knew you were letting him down, you knew you could do better, you knew what you were doing was wrong. Your body shook as you lied on your side in bed, body quaking as you sobbed into your pillow. Alex deserved to know his father, and admittedly his father deserved to know Alex.

But there’s the problem. Alex’s father didn’t know Alex even exist.

It all happened in a short span of two months. He was your boss. You knew it was wrong, but god damn it felt so right at the time. You still wondered now if it was love or lust. Emotions told you love, logic told you lust to make it easier to move on. But you couldn’t deny how much you missed him.

You couldn’t deny it to yourself. You missed his voice so much you would watch interviews of him when you were at your lowest lows and desperate for him. You missed the sound of his laugh and the way his smile could light up the whole room. You missed the salt and peppered hair that was always effortlessly perfect. You missed the warmth in his embrace. You missed the smell of unnecessarily strong coffee that would linger into the late hours of the morning after he had a rough night. You missed Tony with every fiber in your body it was nearly sickening.

You hadn’t seen him in about 3 and a half years, and each day seemed to hurt more than the last. Time heals all wounds. Funny. You thought as you pulled yourself from the pathetic position you were in a went to shower, hoping the hot water would calm you and melt your worries away. Your thoughts raced, mind becoming cloudy and foggy like the mirror in the bathroom.

You missed working for Tony, being with Tony. You worked with him for almost two years before you two ended up hooking up and it quickly became a common occurrence. You would have stayed, you should have stayed. But jealousy took the best of you.

You saw him and Pepper in his office. You had heard rumors of them trying to work things out and get back together. He lied saying he was in a meeting with a potential business partner looking to help some local city kids out and there he was, in his office, hugging Pepper as she cried into his chest. You could still feel the heat on your neck from the anger you felt towards the sight.

There little moment was quickly destroyed when you made your presence known. Pepper had scurried out, claiming she would be late for a meeting if she didn’t leave soon. And it was all downhill from there. Yelling, screaming, throwing things. Accusations and denials only making the other person more angry.

Everything had spilled over in the first, and last, argument of that fragment of a relationship. And you regretted it to this very day. You lost everything because you couldn’t keep your cool, because you could let him explain. He could be so sneaky and dishonest, yet so charming and trustful that you doubted every word he said in that moment.

Even when he was done yelling and begging you to calm down, begging you to listen, telling you that he wanted to be with you and not her; You wouldn't believe him. All of your worst fears had been presented in front of you. The first man you come to trust in years, the first man you had come to love in years, and you felt like your heart had been ripped out and shattered.

You quit right then and there. Packing your stuff up out of the tower, Tony followed you, begging you not to leave. You didn’t listen, continuing to push past him as you left, lugging everything you own in a suitcase and leaving behind one of the best things to happen to you.

And now here you were. In a tiny apartment, struggling to pay your bills, with a nearly 3 year old begging to meet his dad as you cried selfishly in the shower. You couldn’t keep living like this. You were taking your insecurities and fear out on your son, and Alex didn’t deserve that. He deserved better than what you were giving him. And there was only one way to start making things better.

You finished showering, wrapping yourself up in a towel. It was 11 at night already, and any sane person wouldn’t make a call this late. But you weren’t sane at this point, and you knew Tony wouldn’t be asleep.

Grabbing your phone, you hesitated, finger hovering over the call button on Tony’s contact. You always wanted to delete it but never brought yourself to actually doing so. And in this moment, you were glad you didn’t.

With a shaky breath you pressed, the button and brought the phone two your ear. Three rings. Only three rings.

“...(Y/N)?”

“Hey, Tony,” You had a lump in your throat as tears threatened to take over. Taking in another shaky breath, you spoke before he could, knowing he would ask what was wrong. “I need to see you. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon…”

You hung up before he could say anything else and forced yourself to go to bed, anxiety taking over you and riddling your night.

You didn’t tell Alex you were taking him to meet his dad. You told him you were taking him to meet Iron Man, and of course his favorite superhero had to be his father. He sat in your lap in the Stark Tower lobby, bouncing and wiggling, anticipation bubbling over. He was so happy, and his smile was absolutely contagious.

The receptionist finally let you know you could take the elevator up. There were so many familiar faces you missed, a few new ones you didn’t bother to store in your memory. You held Alex on your hip as you entered the elevator, taking it up to Tony’s personal floor.

He was talking your ear off, telling you about all the things he would say and do to Mr.Stark when he met him. And that this was a dream come true. You ruffled his hair just as the elevator stopped moving and the doors slid open.

You weren’t expecting to be greeted by my than just Tony. Steve, Banner, and Nat were there as well. You smiled nervously at them, stepping off the elevator and sitting Alex on the floor. All there looks spoke volumes.

They were all shocked, Nat quickly looking between Alex and Tony as if she had already pieced together the puzzle. Alex stood there, looking at all of them in awe and excitement. “Hi! I’m Alex!” He blurted out.

You knelt down to Alex, telling him to go over and say hi and figure out who everyone was. You promised him that he could trust the people there and that you were going to go talk to Mr.Stark in private for a few minutes.

You could feel Tony’s eyes boring into you, years of feelings along with new ones bubbling inside him. You stood and Tony motioned for you to follow him. You two stepped into his bedroom, door shutting behind you two.

No matter what, you couldn’t force yourself to look at him. Shame, regret, humiliation washed over you. “Who is he?” His voice was soft, almost pained and strained behind a lifetime’s worth of emotion.

“His name is Alex…” You mumbled, looking down. The tears had already begin to prick your eyes, a lump quickly growing in your throat. “I’m so sorry…” You kept your gaze downcast, realizing how deeply in the wrong you were.

“Who. Is. He.” His voice was more forceful, and you knew what he was really asking. You knew he already had the growing suspicion, just waiting for your confirmation.

The atmosphere of the room quickly begin to thicken, and you could feel the anger and betrayal sweeping off of him in waves as he watched you broken figure. “He’s your son, Tony.” You voice broke when you said his name, tears finally betraying you and streaking down your face.

Silence filled the air between the two of you, making the tension even worse. You looked up, seeing Tony with his eyes closed and hand pinching the bridge of his nose. “How old is he?”

“He’ll be three in three months.” You watched his face, looking for his reaction. He didn’t look happy, not even close. The tension caused his shoulders to tighten more.

“I’ve been a father for almost 3 years and you couldn’t bother to let me be a dad to this boy because of what?” He was suddenly looking at me, eyes burning with rage. “Because you couldn’t swallow your pride enough to let jme know you got knocked up? Because of what? Jealousy?” The longer he spoke, the more you regretted

You subconsciously took a step back, Tony following you with every step you you took until your back was pressed against the wall. “We could have been good together. I would have raised him better than my father raised me. We would have been unstoppable. But you had to leave.”

The anger in his eyes quickly turned to pain. You could see the tears well up in his eyes. “(Y/N), all I've ever wanted to do was be a father. Be a better father than my father. And his father. I wanted to break this fucking cycle but you -” he shook his head, gathering his composure. “You took that away from me. You couldn't let me. I've spent the past three years wondering what I did wrong. I destroyed any hope for Pepper of us getting back together that day so I could be with you. And you left me. You left because you couldn't let your pride go for one minute and let me explain.”

You swallowed that lump in your throat, looking at him with begging eyes. “Tony please. I can't turn back the clock and take back the last few years. But I'm begging you now. I need your help. I need you. I can't keep doing this alone. I know I fucked up and I've paid for it every night since than.” He went to take a step away and you grabbed his shirt, pulling him to you. “I'm not asking you to give me another chance. I'm asking you to be a dad. I'm asking you to be in life enough to be there for Alex. We can change his last name if you want, I'll get a paternity test. Anything. Just -Tony, please. I need you.”

Silence filled the room as he searched your eyes; Searching for lies, for distrustful hints, for hatred, for anything that might hurt him again.

He missed you so much. He would watched old videos of two. He still had a few of your things in his room and never bothered to move, hoping maybe one day you'd come back for them. He had photo albums he'd pull out when he was too drunk to realize the pain it would cause in the morning. He missed your scent, your eyes, your smile, your voice. He missed you.

“Of course I'll be there for him, (Y/N/N),” he sighed shakily as you let go of his clothes. He ran a hand through his hair. “But we -” he motioned between the two of you. “Need to take us slow. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you back… but it's been a long three years, and we need to work some things out.”

Your heart fluttered with hope. You nodded, taking the bone he was throwing. “Now go out there. I'll be out in a minute. I need to gather myself.”

Leaving his room you headed back to the living area, seeing Alex sitting in Steve's lap. He was rambling in about his is favorite thing in the whole wide world was trains and plains and that he likes old timey books that talked about the cool ones - like the ones Steve got to see. You could see Steve melting with every word he said. In fact, Steve, Banner, and Nat all looked at Alex like he was a precious gem.

“Alex, baby,” you said, coming over to him. You sat on the couch next to Steve and Alex crawled from his lap to yours. “I have someone I want you to meet. You've kinda already met him already - but, there's something special about him?”

Alex's eyes lit up and he wiggled in your lap. “Special? What kind of special? Can he read minds? Or walk on walls?”

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. “No baby boy,” you ran a hand through his hair. “The man you're going to meet again is your daddy.”

The amount of joy that filled his eyes was better than that of any kid on christmas day. “I - Daddy?” He stood, obviously excited. He was jumping around, looking around. “I get to meet daddy! Where is he where is he! I wanna meet him!”

And just like that, Tony being Tony came out with well timed entrance. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as he saw Alex's giddiness. He came over and knelt down next to Alex.

Alex stood still, looking at Tony when he was near him. “Hi sport,” he smiled, obviously holding back tears. “I'm Tony Stark, but you can call me dad.”

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