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peonies-writes · 4 months
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Night Nurse
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Fills the ‘Cold & Flu Season’ prompt for @storiesofsvu’s Holiday Bingo 2023
Pairing: Rita Calhoun/Casey Novak
Word count: 2k
Tags & warnings: fluff, sickfic, mild language
Notes: eeee my first writing challenge *and* tumblr crosspost! So excited to do more of these and keep myself busy like I don’t have a job lmao
With no kids, no pets, and living in a secure enough apartment to make Fort Knox blush, Rita wasn’t often woken up in the middle of the night. Maybe on occasion by a stray elbow from her girlfriend straight to the ribs in their sleep, or a car alarm on the street below, but never by the sound of pained, hacking coughs from their ensuite, like she was now.
She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand where she lay, turning towards the light spilling into their bedroom from the crack in the door ahead of her. She looked back to see the other side of the bed empty and the sleepy math soon added up. She waited for the noise to die down a little so she’d definitely hear her.
“Case, you okay in there?” She called out groggily.
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“Good, ‘m good…” She heard Casey lie, the simple act of talking tickling her throat enough to start the vicious coughing cycle all over again.
Rita winced a little in sympathy at the sound, hearing the faucet running and water splashing while Casey took a drink from it.
Rita peered over to check her phone and groaned when she saw it was already 5am. She saw more light spilling through as the door to the bathroom opened wider.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Casey croaked.
“It’s… fine…” She replied slowly, looking up and screwing her eyes as they adjusted over Casey’s frame, in her full winter running gear. The long sleeved top and vest, thick leggings and hair tied back under the baseball cap.
“Well that’s not happening.” Rita stated, sitting up against the headboard.
“I’ll live.” Casey shrugged, sounding a little ironic. She moved around in the semi-darkness, Rita hearing their closet opening as she pulled out her sneakers.
“Darling, you’re sick, come back to bed. Skipping one won’t kill you.”
Casey had observed her morning runs almost religiously ever since they got together. No matter how early they needed to be up, or how much they had to do that day, she always got a boost from taking an extra half hour to pound the pavements, breathing in the fresh air that cleared her head and gave her more of a boost than any caffeine fix could ever provide.
Not that Rita hadn’t tried her best to convince her otherwise on several occasions. Like the unbearably cold, frosty mornings of winter, or the ones where she was clearly too tired. Or, like this morning in particular, both.
It started earlier that evening, when Casey suggested ordering in instead of cooking for the two of them when they got home from work. That was Rita’s first clue. No matter how late Casey got held up at the office; cooking a nice meal for them, or at least a nice lunch for the next day if it really was far too late, helped her unwind. Something about being able to watch it all come together in front of her.
After spending hours chasing worthless leads, filing endless paperwork and fighting nonstop motions, ending a workday with some sort of closure was a rare treat that only really happened after a verdict. Unlike when she cooked, where every venture over the stove ended with some sort of delicious reward.
Then Casey started to sniff. They’d ordered Thai food that night, she got her favorite green curry. It was only natural, but really that should’ve been Rita’s next clue.
She had been rather restless lying in bed that night, too, tossing and turning at all hours, Rita only vaguely aware of the movement while she slept. Which led to now, when she must’ve spotted the time and given up entirely on getting any meaningful shut eye, desperate for a distraction, like the kind she got from going for a good, long run.
“I’m alright, I swear I just—” The tickle in her throat cut her off again in the middle of tying her sneaker. She coughed into the crook of her elbow where she knelt on the floor before sniffing, loudly, then carrying on.
That was enough for Rita, who stretched her arms a little before throwing the sheets off herself and getting up from the bed with a grunt, flicking on the lamp on her nightstand and making her way across the bedroom just as Casey stood to face her.
“Let me get a look at you…” She took Casey by the arms and walked her back to the bathroom, taking off her cap and tossing it onto the dresser on their way. The harsh light still buzzing away in there highlighted just how grey her complexion had gotten, the dark circles under her eyes, just how much she was already shivering despite the cosy warmth of the heating that blasted through their apartment.
Rita reached up and placed the back of her hand on Casey’s forehead.
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere, you’re burning up.”
“But—”
“This is not a negotiation, darling.”
Casey huffed as she walked around to her side of the bed and perched herself over it. Rita peered back into the bathroom to see Casey’s pyjamas discarded on the floor, having been thrown at, but just missing, the laundry basket in there. She walked through to pick them up to find them cool and a little damp with sweat before wordlessly throwing them into the basket.
She walked back out into the room, flicking the light off on the way, leaving the warm glow of her bedside lamp to guide her back to their closet. She checked through the shelf of pyjamas and loungewear, pulling out the comfiest looking hoodie she could see.
“Here…” She said, tossing it to Casey before gently closing the closet doors and walking round to put a hand on her shoulder. “Want some tea for your throat?”
Casey paused for a moment before relenting. “Sure, thanks.” She croaked, bringing a fist over her mouth to try and suppress another little cough. God forbid she proved Rita any more right than she already was.
Rita stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Mug and teabag already prepped, it left her some time to think. In the three years they’d been official, neither of them had suffered anything worse than seasonal allergies.
Just a cold, sweat it out and sleep it off. It should have been simple, really. And of course she loved Casey, deeply, almost suffocatingly. But Rita wasn’t the caregiving type. Too used to knowing how to look after herself for so long, she just hoped whatever worked for her whenever she got sick would somehow translate into doing all this well enough. She just didn’t want Casey to think she didn’t care, leave her thinking she really was the cold-blooded bitch everyone warned her about.
The kettle boiled and she poured the water into it, hearing more faint coughing echo through the hall followed by a loud groan. She paused for a moment as she moved to pick up the mug by the handle, instead heading for one of the cabinets and looking through the assortment of pill boxes stashed in there. She had no idea what to bring, what Casey might prefer, instead choosing a few different options, tucking the boxes in the crooks of her elbows and under her chin before finally picking up the mug again and making her way back through.
She nudged the door open with her shoulder.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what you…”
She trailed off at the sight of Casey remaining unmoved, sitting over the side of the bed. Not trying to sneakily make her escape against all common sense, but also not having changed in Rita’s absence, still sitting in her workout clothes.
Rita dumped the boxes on the dresser and took over the mug of tea, placing it on Casey’s nightstand and crouching in front of her.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” She asked, placing a hand on her knee. Whether it was in reassurance or to keep herself balanced she wasn’t quite sure.
Casey gave a resigned sigh. “… Tired.”
“I know, sweetie. Here…” Rita sat up on her knees and unzipped Casey’s vest, taking it from around her shoulders and folding it up. Rita tossed it onto the chair by the bed and turned back just as quick, standing up to grab at the hem of Casey’s top. “Arms up…”
Casey did as she was told, raising her arms above her head, allowing Rita to slide it off her gently, tossing it back into the ever growing pile of clothes. Rita then grabbed the hoodie she picked out earlier to unfurl it, leaving Casey to deal with the puzzle box she called a sports bra.
Rita held the hoodie tight as she guided it over Casey’s head, but was gently swatted away when she tried to help with the sleeves.
“I got it, thanks.” Casey huffed, adjusting at the hem and moving the hair out of her face that got mussed by the hoodie.
“Okay, sorry…” Rita held her hands out in surrender and walked back over to the dresser, reassessing the boxes she brought through earlier.
Casey finally spotted the mug on her nightstand and took a grateful sip from it, sighing with relief at the heat soothing her throat. She instantly winced with guilt for snapping like that.
“Sorry…” She said as she turned, her voice instantly sounding a little more like her as the tea worked its magic. Her bleary eyes focussed on the pile of boxes on the dresser as Rita rifled through them again. “What’s all that?”
Rita picked up the first box to hand. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted the, day or night pills…” She glanced at the clock on the wall, screwing her eyes to study it with only the little lamp on the other side of the room for light. “It is kinda late, or, early, I guess…” She looked through the remainder, muttering loud enough for Casey to hear. “Then uh, I don’t know your thoughts on vaporub, or throat spray, or uh… Cough drops…”
Casey got up with a small groan and shuffled over to the dresser. It felt like every muscle in her legs had turned to mush in the time she’d been sitting and she was suddenly grateful for Rita’s persistence in keeping her home.
Her heart melted at the sight in front of her, Rita studying every label on the boxes intently, seeing what could be taken together and what couldn’t and arranging them on the dresser appropriately. She previously suspected Rita maybe wasn’t the caregiving type. That didn’t matter to her too much, after all these years Casey had been perfectly capable of looking after herself. But now the woman in front of her was making her tea, and helping her change, and debating the efficacy of different cold pills at 5am for her. Maybe she got it wrong. Maybe she wasn’t the cold-blooded bitch everyone warned her about.
Casey wordlessly picked up one of the boxes and opened it up, taking out the sleeve of green and blue night-time pills and holding it between her fingers.
Rita nodded approvingly. “They’ll make you a little drowsy—”
“I think…” Casey started, interrupting, her voice still sounding strained. “I’m gonna call in sick anyway.” She looked longingly into Rita’s eyes, placing a hand on her shoulder with a warm smile. “Thank you.”
She could feel Rita’s shoulder instantly relax underneath her hand.
“You…” Rita sighed. “Need to focus on getting better… I’ll call your office, you just go back to bed.”
“Alright, Nurse Jackie…” Casey gave another cheeky smirk before padding back over to the bed. She put down the sleeve of pills and took another sip of hot tea before climbing back under the sheets.
“Rita?” She called over to the woman who was now watching her every move like a hawk.
“Yeah?”
“… Could you get me a glass of water?” Casey asked quietly, meekly.
Rita smiled. “… Sure.”
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steve0discusses · 6 months
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Episode 47 S5: Mana Runs too Slow and it Kills 2 People
Tumblr decided to change the way it does image posts so this is going to be my hell. I can only have max 30 "blocks" of images (yikes) and uploading all your images at once and then just adding text in between is actually not possible! (least it's a nightmare on browser. I have not figured out how to drag my text in between images, so I'm just uploading every image one by one and hoping I don't forget one)
thanks, I hate it!
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Peeking up at us over the horizon, our end of the world apocalypse has reached the next step of his rampage: which is to shoot glowing missiles out of it's Dragon crotch until Egypt is destroyed.
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Seto is doing his best to look productive, but unfortunately this is Sad Seto, who is still buffering.
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Just uh...give him a minute. He has to remember how to be Seto.
(read more under the cut)
I'm pretty sure Kissara told him straight up to call her whenever, and considering how few words they've ever said to each other, you'd think he'd remember the words she said like half an hour ago. Then again, he was kind of...sleeping when that happened. Or hallucinating, or dreaming, or all three.
Bakura and Yami are watching this pan out from the Shadow Game Zone, Bakura kind of nodding slowly while Yami becomes overwhelmed with embarrassment over how much everyone around him is screwing it. This is not meant to be funny, but it was very funny to me.
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I have brought this up before, but Bakura does bring up a good point, that this entire arc was kind of against the grain of who Yami became over the course of the last 4 seasons.
+++++STAND BACK I'M GONNA RANT, FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++
Don't get me wrong, Yami LOVES to make bad choices that end the world. But why would he continue to go back here and destroy the world of the future he knows and loves so much? Especially since it already went SO south with Dartz the last time he opened pandora's box?
He has a new identity now, he has so many friends, last arc was just so many women throwing themselves at Yugi. His life is really good! I think they could have developed more of a line of logic between last arc and this arc, but like with a lot of things in this arc, it was rushed.
So him giving up his newfound modern identity that he made all himself through hard work and friendship first off feels kinda bad. Like I'm OK with him being a new guy, he worked hard for that! Lets not go backward now.
And then him coming here to regain his old identity is sort of like the show knew what it must do, but the characters were like "nah." and then went and did it anyway seemingly at gunpoint.
And I kind of wish there was any contrast between who Yami's new identity is in the future and who Yami was in the past. It would be fascinating to dive into the fact he's now two people yet again, even though Yugi is no longer in that bean. but eh save it for the fanfiction, because they needed to end Yugioh in a certain number of episodes.
And that happens sometimes. Stories are character driven, and when you try and drive the characters, they become less like people and more like iconic symbols. Here's our hero. He must do this because he's the hero. That's it, that's the reason. Welcome to Shonen Jump.
+++++++END RANT AKA THIS ARC HAS COOL IDEAS AND I WISH IT HAD ENOUGH TIME TO DO THEM BETTER++++++++
Problem is, Yami isn't that meta. He's dumb though, so in a way it does make a little sense why he had to open the box. He dummy thin.
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Dummy thin and still can't read.
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And like in case you've jumped in here after my accidental hiatus (hello!) and not realized this, I had to binge watch the rest of the season before we cancelled our Hulu subscription. There was the option of watching it for free on the Yugioh website, but I didn't want to change my Photoshop actions.
So get ready for me to talk about how the ending of this show bothered me, for like 8 episodes. I'll try to keep it in, so we can get there when we get there.
But you can't say lines like "We were meant to be together." in the context of this arc, you can't DO that, show.
Apparently the creator of Yugioh got hospitalized while he wrote this arc, hence the dick king demon. But also it got....messy. We have like 3 seasons of development in like 8 episodes, buckle up. They did the best that they could do with the resource's given, and we'll even get to meet my favorite character a few times before it's over (the Storyboarding God that occasionally guest stars on Yugioh, love that guy)
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Back on the playing field, Yami is running out of options, when Isis informs us we can just go to McDonald's and get more McGuffins.
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Out of basically no where, Mana zips onto the screen because she's ready to have at least one girl's night before the end of the world. The contrasting energy from both Mana and Isis is peak goth babysitter vs the parrot that hides behind the couch and bites your feet.
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Back near Pharaoh's tomb, Yugi is still dueling over a deathpit with the child who these kids think is Ryou bakura.
This is not however, Ryou Bakura. It's sideways adjacent evil Bakura.
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And it didn't really matter that this plot point ever happened because it's not like Yugi, Joey, or Tea ever catch on that this isn't Ryou anyway. But at least I, the audience can feel a little bit better about the weird twist by the dub there.
Ryou is still passed out on some stone steps. He's fine.
You might be wondering "Oh so what asinine thing is Isis going to have to do to get the items back?" and uh, you're wrong actually.
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Turns out we could have just picked up the items in the desert at any time but I guess we forgot. I'll blame it on Shadi.
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Joey Wheeler, who can punch out probably anything but a ghost, chooses to hide behind Tea because he knows she can punch a ghost and I believe it, too.
Back on the surface, is a scene that would have been emotional if it hadn't been 3 minutes. it was NOT enough time to give a proper send off to our girl Isis here, and they tried, but if you imagine the Yakety Sax song playing under this death here, that's about the speed at which this girl biffed it.
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speaking of Yakety Sax theme, this is what was happening while Mana was crying her eyes out.,
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And you may ask, was it really that goofy? and yes, yes it was.
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and like I get it, animation and pacing are really, really hard. Parts of me wonder if maybe on paper this seemed OK. If maybe even as a storyboard this seemed OK. But something you learn quickly when doing any sort of narrative art, is that you need like 2x as much space as you think you do. Pause is an underrated godlike skill that takes a lifetime to master.
However, it still had good stills going on, it still had some lovely direction just...I mean they dropped Isis from top to bottom of that frame so freakin fast it was like she was a dropped banana hahaha.
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They still have to carry these items physically to the Pharaoh, and so becuase Mana is a slow runner, 2 people freakin died this episode distracting Zorc. Which is also the title of this episode because I want to send home howfreakin funny that is to me.
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Ah, back to Episode 1.
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So how breathtaking and epic is the Kaiju fight you ask? Well good thing for you, I capped it.
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The look on Seto and Yami's faces about sum it up.
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And as quickly as he showed up to do a few silly punches, the great Exodia was cut exactly in half. Don't ask me how the card logic works for that, I have forgotten how this game works already.
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Mana finally makes it to Yami, cursed puzzle in hand, and that ends this episode.
Can you imagine adding 7 characters to a story knowing you have to kill all of them individually before the anime arc is over? Breakneck deaths going on here.
Sorry for all you people that were so deeply attached to Shimon, the guy who isn't even Grandpa, by the way. A moment of silence for all 4 of you.
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And we get back this thing. This horrible thing made out of thousands of dead people's souls. The thing that trapped him for 5000 years and launched him into the future. The only thing that can save mankind.
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(If I have used this Mokuba joke like this before forgive me it was like a different lifetime before I caught covid, and I will not be able to regain those memories because I cannot curse myself with a rude ass puzzle.)
The abusive relationship with the Millennium Puzzle is a whole anime college essay I would write if I had half a brain, but alas I have the immune system and fatigue of a sickly gerbil or a goldfish that feels a little bit chilly. So I will not be writing that in depth episode but like...
Think about how far we've come with this jackass puzzle. And yet, I'm supposed to forgive it? Nah I don't think I have yet. Go to hell, puzzle.
This puzzle can go straight to hell.
Anyway, if you just got here you can read these recaps in chrono order at the link here:
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
PS I had to do so much assholery to get that to go to my chrono link and not my main link. They would just. Change my link. They would just change my link every time I pasted it. Tumblr you have GOT to give me my old post editor back omg.
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what is the new book concept?? (if you don’t mind sharing — but if you do mind it’s ok not to reply)
also what is that font you used btw? is there a full alphabet somewhere and if so would you mind sharing the link? i like that it’s a very understated gothic-looking serif. or very calligraphic looking i guess
sure thing!! with the understanding it's a lot more half-baked than most of the ideas I've been talking about, so i'm going to briefly walk you through the few ideas that went into it before explaining (also briefly) what it is so far, lol. Also, the font is Fondamento - it was one of the fonts available in Photopea (free online photoshop-like) which I used to make the cover, but it looks like it's also on Google Fonts. If you want to know how I did the bronze metallic-ink-ish look for the text I can expound on that as well, btw, or you can just enjoy the font :)
So I've been having a resurgence of my Tempest emotions
(for those who are unfamiliar. i would summarize it, but it would take a long time. just. find a summary and read it with a MASSIVE grain of salt that's labeled 'prospero is an asshole and nobody understands Caliban but tumblr user gloriousmonsters and the poet Robert Browning')
and this time reading it was especially having fun with the parallels between Caliban and Miranda's characters and also thinking about how EXTREMELY weird and screwed up their relationship would have been growing up.
Despite interpretations/stories based on it sometimes having it otherwise, in canon neither of them seem to have ever seen or spoken to Ariel (at least in capacity as A Person You Can Talk to; Caliban is more aware of the spirits Prospero commands in abstract, at least). Aside from Prospero, who is notoriously not good at being present for what he's supposed to be looking after, they are the only human being the other one knows. It's serving twisted Eden vibes. It's serving tmg's 'the last man on earth'. it's serving 'not that Prospero would have encouraged it, but to an extent they must have seen each other as family, right? especially in Miranda's case, considering she grew up her entire life with him. the psuedoincest is off the charts'. Then shit goes bad (in whatever way you want to interpret) and now suddenly they're in a place of seeing each other daily, because Caliban does literally everything around the place, but having an uncrossable rift of mutual hurt and betrayal between them* that has little choice but to curdle and get worse because neither of them can do anything to change their situation. Depending on how lines are assigned, they never speak to each other in the play. And they have nobody else to talk to save for cursing out Prospero (Caliban) or trying to get in two words between Prospero's monologues (Miranda). And then the play events happen and they just part ways because Prospero has decided it, after probably expecting they'd be stuck in this forever. And then the next-to-only person you've ever known is on a different landmass and you're probably never going to see them again. it's So fucked.
Anyway I was revolving all of that with quiet awe in my head, and going 'man, I want to write a fucked up Caliban/Miranda book, but I don't have a non-play plot and I don't want to just write a prequel'
Then I encountered Caliban upon Setebos for the first time, and despite the fact i could still nitpick some things it slaps insanely. Only good Tempest fanfiction. It's a long poem consisting of Caliban theorizing about Setebos--a god his mother supposedly got her witch powers from, but that Caliban knows very little about. He theorizes that Setebos is either indifferent or malignant or both--impossible to predict, driven by whim. The only other divine force is 'the Quiet', an even more inhuman and incomprehensible force that doesn't do anything at all; cosmology is cruel, the world a sandbox under the eye of a god with as many arms as a cuttlefish, capricious and sadistic, whom we can only hope will someday grow decrepit and sleep, which is the closest to it being dead we can pray for--
It was about this point I realized Caliban/Browning was inventing the Lovecraft mythos 50ish years ahead of schedule, and got hit by the lightning bolt of 'PUT ELDRITCH BEINGS IN IT' and, five seconds later 'CALIBAN DESERVES TO BE A MAGICIAN' and five seconds after that 'miranda deserves to break out of being her father's Perfect child, let's set it in the future and kill Prospero off'
So Bitter Heart (taken from a line in the poem, 'Caliban/a bitter heart that bides its time') is conceptually a dual perspective novella/short novel focused on how about nine years after the conclusion of The Tempest, Miranda (unmarried, I'll handwave it; Ferdinand bores me so much sorry dude) finds her father dead and surrounded by rambling half-incomprehensible notes, remnants of a type of magic that's far different from his old ways, and a creeping sense of Wrongness that begins to slowly manifest in distortion, mutation and decay of elements of reality. People search for solutions while Miranda tries to find the source of the bizarre power in her father's notes and what hidden books she can unearth from his study, but she hasn't made it very far before a man comes to Milan at the behest of someone who's decided we should throw magic at the magic problem--a man she's heard rumors of as the hot new 'guy you keep in your court for a bit to show him off at parties because he's learned and also Moorish or something, he has this crazy backstory that's probably fake but is a lot of fun, also he does magic probably' in other cities, but never met.
A man who, when they meet face to face, turns out to be Caliban, who after about a year of 'finally peace and quiet' realized that living completely alone on an island was going to drive him insane and also he still really wanted revenge on Prospero (and had a lot of ambiguous ideas about what he wanted from Miranda) so he scraped together what Prospero had left behind and taught himself magic for the next few years until he could figure out a way off the island. He's extremely annoyed that after that, and after spending more years building himself up and finding his footing in the outside world, Prospero had the nerve to die RIGHT before he showed up, even if he wasn't promised a reward if he can stop people's arms from turning into fishes and shit he'd find out what did it so he can give it a piece of his mind. Miranda understandably never planned for this scenario and has a really hard time knowing what to feel about it, but she and Caliban form a tentative truce in order to try and figure out wtf Prospero was doing before he croaked.
There'll be intercut flashbacks to their past and the time they spent becoming incredibly codependent and eventually tipping into confused romantic attraction and sexual experimentation, which both of them have tried very hard to convince themselves was a bad idea for one reason or another, it clearly wasn't and will never be good for them, etc; and of course in present day they both immediately resume having bitter gothic sexual tension and trying to ignore the instinct that, now they've met each other again, they're the only two real people in a world of dreams and spirits.
Also they have to find the entrance to an eldritch realm and figure out what's coming through and how to stop it, and have a lot of insanely weird and pretentious thoughts/conversations about God and sin and abuse and vengeance/hatred and so on. So that's the mess Bitter Heart is at the moment :P
*ymmv may vary on how justified on either side depending on the situation, obviously
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lipstickmarks · 11 months
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Eddie: *tries to kiss Chrissy*
Chrissy: wait Eddie I have morning breath!
Eddie: Princess you know exactly where my mouth was last night do you really think a little morning breath is going to bother me?
Boooooo, Tumblr just barely showed me this ask from FEBRUARY! Ugh anyway, here's some horny stuff :)
Eddie is so the type to make absolutely absurd naughty remarks just to make Chrissy blush and wine. Chrissy really is the epitome of the "I'm shy but deep down wanna get fucked like a whore" meme.
He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil
Pairing: Eddie Munson X Chrissy Cunningham
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Bondage, cum denial, possessive Eddie, alternating POV, established relationship, smut, oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, slight Dom/sub dynamics (m Dom, f sub).
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His tongue was deep inside her, licking and suckling at just the right spots, pulling moan after moan from her.
"Eddie..." Chrissy mewled, her face warm and contorted in pleasure.
Eddie said nothing, he didn't need to. He swirled his tongue around her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure throughout Chrissy's core. She tried to squeeze her legs together but Eddie's head prevented her from doing so. In fact, she couldn't go anywhere even if she tried.
Eddie had either of Chrissy's wrists pinned to his bed frame and her thighs slung over his shoulders while he ate her out. It was something they just recently tried and Chrissy was surprised how much she enjoyed it. In fact, she was the one who broached the subject.
"So, I read this story in Cosmo... about this couple who tried this thing in bed--"
Soon after that, the silk scarves became part of their routine. Eddie would pin Chrissy's wrists back while he kissed her and then, once she was sated and bound, he would fuck her in any way he pleased until she was shaking and crying.
Tonight was no different.
"Jesus Christ, Eddie." Chrissy whined as Eddie licked her to the brink of an orgasm. She felt the familiar build up and her skin felt like it was on fire. "I'm gonna cum!"
And no sooner than she said it did Eddie completely withdraw from her, leaving Chrissy empty and pulsating around nothing. She made an affronted squawk- how dare he! She had been so close to finishing, she could feel a phantom orgasm ghosting through her body
"Eddie!" Chrissy whined.
Eddie crawled over Chrissy's body, balancing himself over her in a push-up position. He held himself up by his fists and drank Chrissy in, admiring the ways in which her body reacted to him.
He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking harshly. Marking Chrissy up was almost as enjoyable as making her cum. Eddie relished in the fact that everyone would know Chrissy was his.
He lowered his body onto Chrissy's, his bare chest flush against hers. The only clothes he still had on were his black ripped jeans. Chrissy, on the other hand, was completely naked for him.
While he sucked a bruise onto on nipple, he used his right hand to feel up the other side. Chrissy moaned at the dual sensation.
Eddie was so evil, bringing her to the brink of pleasure just to draw back and then wind her up again. Everyone who had ever warned her about him was right- he was a devil. A delectable, hedonistic, euphoric devil who lured her into his garden.
And she would happily rot away here. The thought of spending her days in Eddie's bed, twisted into any position he wanted her, taking pounding after pounding, orgasming to the point that her vocal chords gave out. Everyone loves to say that Eddie hypnotized Chrissy- used some kind of dark magic to kidnap her. And if that were the case? Chrissy was more than happy to spend the rest of her days bare fleshed with her captor as his pliable, fuckable doll.
Without warning, Eddie reached down with his free hand and slid a finger into her, filling the void left when he removed his head from between her legs.
"More, Eddie please, use two fingers, I need more." Chrissy begged, her eyes screwing shut.
He released her tit from his mouth and placed a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses to her chest. "Anything you desire, my love." He said, adding another finger.
Chrissy moaned from the extra pressure. Two fingers wasn't quite comparable to Eddie's dick but it was something. He pumped his two fingers in and out of her quickly, then added a third.
"Ah!" She cried out, yanking her arms against the restraints. She wanted to tangle her fingers into Eddie's hair; stroke his face, run her nails down his back, palm him through his jeans, something.
"You wanna get your hands all over me, dontcha, pretty girl?" Eddie purred.
Chrissy nodded pathetically.
"Please, Eddie I want to touch you."
Eddie crawled further up her body and placed a kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then her collarbone, and then he trailed a line of kisses across her shoulder, and down her arm , all the way to her wrists where she was tied up.
He sat up and grabbed the two ends of the scarf. Chrissy sighed in relief at the opportunity to finally touch Eddie... until she felt him tighten the restraints.
"Eddie!" Chrissy pouted.
Eddie smirked as he tightened the other restraint.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I just love watching you squirm." Eddie took Chrissy's chin in his hand and gave her a lazy smile. "You can touch me all you want after I get my dick in you, kay?"
Chrissy nodded, though a pout remained. She wanted to touch Eddie, desperately, but she also knew what was coming next would be even more thrilling.
Eddie disrobed completely and stroked himself before he climbed onto the bed once more. He teased her with just the tip, swirling his head around her entrance before he finally pushed into her.
"Ahh!" Chrissy cried as her walls were stretched out from Eddie's girth.
Once he bottomed out, Chrissy sighed contentedly.
Eddie silenced her sigh with a kiss, eagerly mashing his lips against hers. He slid his tongue in and kissed her hard and deep.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he placed his large hands on her hips and nuzzled into her neck.
"You ready for me?"
Chrissy nodded, pressing her forehead to Eddie's.
"I'm ready."
With her go ahead, Eddie started moving. The two of them had been in a physical relationship for the last two months. It had been hot and heavy from the get-go, as if the two of them were put on this Earth to make love to one another. Eddie usually took his time, but sometimes he was just in the mood to fuck her hard and fast.
He snapped his hips against hers in a ferverish rush. He pumped in and out of her while pressing kisses to her neck. Chrissy tried to pull against the restraints again, but to no avail. Eddie double-knotted them this time.
All she could do was lay there while Eddie fucked her until she came.
The pressure was almost dizzying. Eddie managed to hit all the right spots. Chrissy threw her head back onto the pillow and screamed as he fucked her.
She was panting, moaning, sweating, and she could feel Eddie everywhere. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Chrissy could feel her forgotten orgasm from earlier building back up.
"Eddie, I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, sweetheart." He said, kissing her.
It didn't take more than a few thrusts before Chrissy was cumming, hard. She cried out as the sensation ricocheted through her entire body.
Eddie didn't stop, though. He fucked her through her orgasm until he was spilling into her as well. He gritted his teeth but couldn't help the little scream that fell from his lips. Chrissy was his undoing, she always had been.
Chrissy panted, absolutely spent from the exertion. Eddie disappeared into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned her up and placed kisses to her thighs while he did so.
He tossed the washcloth into the hamper and then untied the scarves, but not without taking each of her hands in his and pressing delicate kisses to her wrists.
"How do you feel, Barbie?"
Chrissy giggled at the nickname. She was in a daze. She felt completely at ease and honestly couldn't remember the last time she was this relaxed. Eddie seemed to have that effect on her, ever since that day in the woods.
"Happy."
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victorluvsalice · 3 months
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Merry Christmas Newt!
@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!
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“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”
“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”
“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”
Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”
James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”
“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”
“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”
“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.
“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”
“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”
“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”
“Excuse me!”
Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”
Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”
“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”
“Right, right, let me just. . .”
The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”
The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”
Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”
“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.
Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”
“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”
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brittanagirlcrush · 5 months
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I need to rant
So, feel free to totally ignore this but if I don't get this out I will continue obsessing and that's not getting me anywhere.
I'm a writer. Whether I'm good or not is up for debate - I think I am. I write stories I like to read and my grammar/spelling/mechanics are usually pretty good. I've had (mostly) positive feedback on my stories.
I have absolutely ZERO problem if you have a piece of constructive criticism for me. Something doesn't make sense? Something is problematic? I screwed up on the timeline? Cool, let me know. You have suggestions on what I could have done differently? Cool. I'm not saying I'll take these suggestions but I am 100% okay hearing them.
I end up ranting about non-constructive criticism. People who guest comment stuff that doesn't contribute to my growth as a writer or my understanding of a mistake I may have made.
Case in point:
Recently, someone commented about my handling of Santana's ED. Now, I left all of that intentionally vague (like, so vague I probably could have gotten away with not putting a TW for ED but I did so "just in case") for several reasons:
1) I'm not 100% behind the idea that Santana had an ED. I know that's not the prevailing opinion of the fandom but I am more of the opinion that Santana was body conscious (or self-conscious) but not to the point of an ED. I think, and this is simply my opinion, that the fandom locked onto Naya's ED and took whatever was in canon to bolster the opinion that Santana also had one. Yes, there is canonical evidence that Santana had an ED but there is also canonical evidence that she didn't.
B) I have some of my own issues with food and weight so I really didn't want to research and delve into ED. It was one (rather short) scene and I will never mention it again in any of my fics.
HOWEVER,
The person who commented was polite and articulate and I appreciated their criticism.
My only intent was Santana going from too thin/scrawny from poor diet and too much/the wrong kind of exercise to being healthy from eating a healthier diet and exercising more moderately. Thus, the change in her appearance. Working with a counselor was her way of working through all of Sue's brainwashing.
I just felt that Santana would have been self-conscious about gaining weight, not necessarily because of an ED, simply because of who she is and how she was raised.
So, if that commenter is reading this, thank you.
Now, onto the reason for this rant.
If you don't like a song, cool, I get that. Not everyone is going to like every song. Telling me it's a terrible song and seems like my song choices were self-indulgent; not helpful.
Also, Santana sang "She's Mine" ... a country song from 1987 ... I don't think "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You" ...
a number one hit for Bryan Adams (for 16 weeks) in 1991, was featured in the movie Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves,
Oh, wait ... it was also released by Brandy in 1998 on her album Never Say Never (which also featured The Boy Is Mine with Monica - you remember that song, right? Santana and Mercedes sang it together in Season 1) ...
is really that much of a stretch to think Santana MAY know that song.
Whether it's a terrible song or not is debatable.
For the record; most of my song choices end up being totally random.
Saying my writing is "ableist" ... not helpful. I had to look up ableist. Then I had to re-read my fic. And I still have no idea what that comment meant. How was it ableist?
Onto the comment that kind of made me scratch my head:
"The dialog (especially from brittany) reads like a tumblr rant and not at all like natural human speech"
It was a review for The Spaces In Between. I re-read my fic and, I am unsure if the person meant ALL of the dialogue or just Brittany's rant in the last chapter. I will be the first to admit that sometimes I get the voices wrong. But I thought I did okay with TSIB.
If it's just Brittany's rant in the last chapter, then it was exactly what I wanted it to be. A rant. A word vomiting rant of epic proportions. Because Brittany was pissed. Look at her face in IKAG. She was angry and Brittany (oddly, much like myself) doesn't get angry. She gets annoyed or irritated, vents it quickly ("I do love you. Obviously you don't love you as much as I do or you would put on this shirt and dance with me!") and lets it go.
However, long fuses can still be lit. Brittany spent a good portion of Season 3 not talking to anyone but Santana (she even mentions it in Promasaurus). She was pissed and she bottled it up. For Santana. Because Santana needed her. But when those long fuses get lit they will, at some point, explode. The wrong thing, said by the wrong person, at the exact wrong moment and BOOM.
It's not supposed to be coherent and "natural human speech". It's not something Brittany does - Santana does insulting rants - Brittany doesn't. So, when it happens, it's not "natural"; it's angry and messy and very un-Brittany-like. (People are always surprised when I "go off" IRL because "that's just not like you").
Oddly, this "rant" isn't angry. It's annoyed. If you don't like my writing, don't read it. I (mostly) write for me but I know there are seven or ten people out there who enjoy my stuff so I write for them as well. If you have something constructive to say, I'm glad to hear it. If your only goal is to tear me (or, really, any fic writer) down for the sole purpose of upsetting me - I gotta wonder - who hurt you?
Ok. Now that I've vented my spleen about this nonsense, I can get back to my "real" writing.
Chasing the Dream isn't going to write itself (sadly).
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mysticdragon3md3 · 1 year
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I think one of my favorite fanartists blocked me.
I can't reblog their fanart post. And though the Tumblr algorithm suggests their blog to me and suggests other posts which have reblogged their art, whenever I try to go to their blog or their original posts, Tumblr says there's nothing there. Google says this is one of the few ways to tell if you've been blocked on Tumblr.
Feel sad, but I can't blame them. I am a weirdo, and post some very strange rants and reactions. I've even disagreed with a lot of the fanon in my current OTP. They _should_ protect themselves from my weirdness.
Trying not to dwell on it. Many times, my anxiety has made me paranoid that a fandom community I loved/respected was shunning me. Thankfully, time proved my anxiety and paranoia wrong. But now it looks like I've found a case where it was true. It's just fortunate that by now, I've already felt so disconnected from my OTP's fandom that I don't feel as sad as I've felt before when I was simply paranoid about these same things. Odd. But i guess it's easier to take being blocked, vs finding angry posts about me.
But this once again makes me sad that I got out of Persona 5 fandom and into FE3H instead. P5 fandom was so nice and felt like a community. ...But it's probably my whiney posts like this, complaining about being caught into FE3H fandom, that would likely make anyone block me.
But how would anyone even find my whiney posts anyway? I don't use common tags. And I'm fairly certain almost all my Followers are bots. I've always treated my blog like no one was Following. The one time someone went through my blog to read posts with uncommon tags, it was after we had gotten into a back and forth reblog conversation. But I've never chatted with the fanartist who likely blocked me.
I wonder what I did wrong. Maybe I said something stupid in my reblog tag posts. Sometimes I forget that they can be read and I write tag comments mostly for me alone. Then I remember other people can read them and I quickly change it, hoping no one saw it. I still regret that time I rambled about some random personal memory of mine, in reblog tags on andrew's adorable dimiclaude fanart. I started ranting about how my cousin would always complain to me about how he ended up making an elaborate drawing on lined paper instead of nice sketch paper, because he thought he was just doodling, each time he started. Then I would always have to chide him into remembering to stop doodling on lined paper and just doodle on blank paper each time, because he'd never know when his doodles would turn elaborate. The way our conversations like this went, it seemed like my cousin was always baiting me into chiding him about it. Maybe that was "empathizing/sharing his frustration with himself", by hearing it externalized through me too. Then I realized that maybe if andrew saw my reminiscing tag comments, he might think I was chiding him for not drawing on nicer paper or something. Even though his paper doodles were just as lively and beautiful as his digital art! ;o;! I quickly changed those tag comments and hoped he didn't see them or thought they were addressed to him. I still wonder if I should DM an apology to andrew. I haven't seen him post to the OTP tag in a long time. ;_; I do say a lot of dumb stuff that would get me understandably blocked. ;_;
Everyday, I am reminded why I purposefully avoided having friends in real life. I just screw up every single interaction. ;_;
But practically speaking, I really should stop posting my every thought and reaction, at least in tag comments. I'd feel kind of wrong if I didn't post whatever I wanted, even my stupid reactionary thoughts, to my own blog, after for so long I advocated for making your blog for you, vs being too self-conscious about your Followers. I definitely have become more wary of stopping myself from writing long comments in reblog tags, like I used to. I've taken steps already. But maybe I should scale back a little bit on using my blog like my private journal. I've been writing my every thought as a post through Tumblr mobile, ever since my laptops have had problems, and I couldn't journal on them. But the thing is, I'm posting about things related to my experience of my fandoms, and recording all that is what my Tumblr blog is for. At least, for me. Again, if Windows Explorer was better at searching files, maybe I'd keep more of my thoughts in my private offline journals, like I used to. But Tumblr's search is just too good and it seems like a much more complete record of my fandom experience. I don't want to give up writing what I want on my blog. If Tumblr could search Private posts, I'd make more of my posts Private. Until then, I am doing what I can: I use unique tags now; I hide most text under a cut. I've done what I can. If someone is going to search through my blog anyway and feel off-put by my weirdness, blocking is all they can do too.
It really is weird that I'm not more broken up about this. Previous fandom experiences have had so much of my emotion invested in it, and my anxiety had my paranoia into overdrive, and any negativity set off my over-sensitivity to the extreme. Well, at least there's this one advantage to the fandom disconnection I've been lamenting for a while.
Maybe it's good to be reminded to not be so dependent on fandom community. Fandom community is really nice and it's fun, but all my enjoyment shouldn't be dependent and so fragile as to fall apart at any slight disagreement. After all, my experience of FE3H fandom has almost reverted back to how I used to experience fandom, back when I'd enjoy a series by myself and never interact with anyone about it. I'd write fanfics for myself and draw fanart for myself, and never show anyone. And I was having fun. I can't really lament feeling disconnected in FE3H fandom, when even enjoying it virtually by myself, is still fun in those same old lone ways. (With the exception of a few regular positive interactors from the fandom, and enjoying everyone's fanart, fics, and discussions, as a lurker. Thanks, everybody. You're so nice. ^_^ )
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savage-rhi · 1 year
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Immortal Shield  Chapter 10: Rakshasa
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“How could you not know you had the powers of a healer?” Ardyn’s sighed begrudgingly as he walked alongside Caelan, the two exiting the Scepter and heading to the house where their next job was located. He felt a compulsion to want to grab Caelan by the shoulder and stop her so they could discuss the situation more privately, but he relented.
“Like I told you the last half hour, it just--happened. It’s not like I intended to keep a secret from you.” Caelan said recalling the night Ardyn nearly died. He had been at it for most of the day with her, asking a plethora of questions. Most going over her head.
“I had this presence tell me to keep my hand over your heart and let whatever was happening do the work.”
“And you haven’t heard anything since then?” Ardyn asked. He knew he was coming across as interrogating, but it couldn’t be helped as far as he was concerned.
“Ardyn, if there was anything else I would’ve shared it with you.” Caelan sighed.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me this the night I woke.” He said bitterly.
“You were hurt, and I was emotionally compromised. I didn’t think we needed another layer of what the hell added onto it.” Caelan was sincere with her words, and it seemed to have taken Ardyn down a peg with the intensity of his questions. He stopped talking soon after. It was only when they arrived in front of the clients residence did Ardyn pipe up.
“Wait,”
Caelan felt one of Ardyn’s hands gently touch her shoulder, stopping her from continuing as he furrowed his brows. She didn’t anticipate the news of what transpired after the Behemoth attack would shake him so much. The concern in his golden eyes seemed to grow with each passing second as he spoke.
“Cahl, if anything peculiar like this happens again, you need to tell me. No matter what circumstances we are dealing with.” Ardyn firmly began. “Persons with healing powers are rare. Aside from Oracles, and the royal bloodline, you shouldn’t have been able to heal me. People who are beyond help, or suffering from disease can’t be saved with magic. Not unless it’s from one of the two I mentioned.”
“Last I checked, no one in my family is connected to Lucis Caelum nor anyone from Lady Aera’s bloodline. Knowing Julian, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it if we had that kind of ancestry.” Caelan said with a huff. She could only imagine how much of an ego boost such information would’ve given her father. Her eyes traveled over Ardyn's features. Though he appeared composed, his eyes gave away what he was truly feeling.
“You’re scared and you’re not telling me why.” Caelan spoke softly as she could see Ardyn processing the fact she rightfully called him out. She watched him rub the back of his neck, adjusting some strands of his long hair before speaking his peace.
“An Astral could be attempting to forge a covenant with you. That’s the only alternative I can think of. The gods should be silenced for many eternities after what I and the king did all those years ago.”
“I don’t think they’re going to descend from the heavens and get you. Otherwise, why didn’t they prevent you from being resurrected? You were powerful enough to stop Bahamut with the ring of the Lucii, and from what you shared this past month, threw one too many screws into their plans. I don’t think any Astrals would want to mess with you again.” Caelan remarked, trying to ease the obvious tension Ardyn was experiencing. Her words didn’t seem to reach him as she watched him sigh.
“Even a god eater fears its prey,” Ardyn said with conviction as he met Caelan’s eyes. His features softened up as he prepared to admit a certain defeat.  “Nevertheless, It’s not I that I fear for. In this case, it's you.”
“Red,” Caelan breathed, shaking her head as she rest a hand on his shoulder, nearly mirroring what Ardyn had did before. A few pats and she let him go.
“If gods are after me, they’re at the bottom of my list of things I need to run away from.”
“You don’t know how much suffering I undergone because of them playing a hand in my affairs,” Ardyn said angrily, though he held no malice towards Caelan for what she said. He knew she was right to an extent. Given her history, she had bigger problems than ancient Astrals using humans as puppets for their own entertainment. It didn’t stop the crushing dread from creeping into his psyche, remembering his fall from grace on account of Bahamut seeing him, Somnus and the entire Lucis Caelum bloodline as tainted flowers in a garden.
“You’re 2,000 years old and I need to take it one day at a time. I’m only human as you are too.”
Caelan’s words grew on Ardyn as he realized it was futile to make his case. Especially when it dawned on him that even if the Astrals were attempting to use Caelan for whatever selfish desires they might have, he didn’t have a clue on how to stop that from occurring. Dragging Caelan into his paranoia wouldn’t help the situation.
“I’d hate for you to suffer as I did.” Ardyn finished. He had to get that off his chest at the very least.
“Are you saying you care about me?” Caelan teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.
“What of it?” He muttered begrudgingly, crossing his arms as Caelan smiled.
“I didn’t think you had it in you.” Caelan jabbed, causing Ardyn to make a disgruntled face at her.
“Maybe you’ve rubbed off on me,” Ardyn mused. The memory of Caelan helping him clean his wound before their trip ran across his mind. How careful she had been as if he were made of glass. It was foolish of her given he was slowly regenerating, but he was appreciative. A thought occurred to him as he cleared his throat.
“Why did you bother trying to save my life when I’m just going to rise again?”
Ardyn tilted his head curiously, watching the subtle changes in Caelan's features as she seemed to be having a debate with herself at his question. Then she smiled and shrugged, as if her conclusion was the most obvious answer.
“I’m your shield,” Caelan began. The conviction in her voice had Ardyn taken back for a moment, assuming she was referring to being paid to keep him protected until the rest of her words came forth.
“And that’s what friends do for each other, right?”
“Right.” Ardyn murmured. He couldn’t help but smile at what she said, about to say something else until Caelan was already knocking on the door.
Not long after, an elderly woman greeted them and ushered the two inside once Caelan introduced their made up aliases. She closed the door, making sure to lock it which didn’t go unnoticed be either Caelan or Ardyn. They both looked at each other with uncertainty before following the old woman into her kitchen. The place was rather small. Not much to be accounted for, but it was filled with personal treasures and belongings. Most of the objects were simple, yet held some great importance based on the natural aura the elderly woman gave off.
“You wouldn’t believe how happy I felt when I got your text message you’d be willing to help,” The old woman spoke jovially as she went to the fridge and grabbed a couple cans of Ebony for her guests.
Ardyn’s eyes immediately perked up upon seeing the can. He hadn’t had one of those in years and he could feel his mouth salivate. His reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Caelan as she laughed quietly, focusing on the gal as she handed both Caelan and Ardyn a can.
“Well, we happened to be in the area and could use the money.” Caelan spoke as the old woman gestured for Ardyn and her to take a seat at the table which she promptly did, Ardyn following suit.
“Our car is doing well, but we travel a lot. Upkeep on vehicles is expensive these days.”
Our car?   Ardyn could scarcely believe such a statement would fall from Caelan's mouth. He quickly glanced at Caelan from the corner of his eye, opened the can and started drinking. The earthly flavor had him smiling from ear to ear. Though he remembered it well, the experience of trying Ebony again felt like the first time. He had to give Altissa credit, the beverage was one of the few trades they had going well for themselves. Everything else the country had to offer, Ardyn couldn't in good conscience vouch for. He didn’t miss negotiating with their economic teams when he was chancellor of Niflheim.
“I don’t envy you young people,” The woman gave a sympathetic smile, shaking her head as she opened her own beverage and slurped some of the coffee as it pooled to the surface.
“I gave up driving two years ago when my sight started to get worse. Kurt loved driving more than me, so I always got around with him.”
“Your husband?” Caelan asked.
“Yes,” She sighed. “I forgot my manners, Florens is my name.”
Ardyn studied Florens, seeing how time had cast its spell on her flesh. The thick wrinkles that covered her eyes, how her hands looked like they had seen so much in what would be a blink of an eye for him had Ardyn wondering if he truly missed out on having the experience of growing old. The conflict resonated not only in mind but in his gaze. He quickly averted when he sensed Caelan catching on, and decided to nurse from the can of Ebony every once in a while as he adjusted to the residence. He was content with Caelan taking the reigns of the conversation.
“Can you tell us what happened to him, to Kurt?” Caelan gestured for Florens to sit down across from them, which she did so. Caelan saw Floren’s fingers tremble as she sat her can of Ebony down. Brows in a tight knit as she recollected the day Kurt had been taken.
“It’s as I said on the paper, he was taken by Lucian troops. Kurt and I were traveling with Niflheim refugees. We lived near Boral Bay in the Galahd region during the Dark Decade, and were hoping to return to our home here in Duscae. Kurt was a former imperial. Grew up in Niflheim.”
“What part of Niflheim did he hail from?” Ardyn spoke up. Taking both Caelan and Florens by surprise.
Florens smiled his way. “Kurt was raised near the capital, Gralea. Are you also a refugee?”
“You can say that.” Ardyn answered simply, giving a shrug as Florens nodded.
“You have my deepest empathy. Even though the war is over, there’s so many angry people out there.” Florens furrowed her brows taking in a deep breath as she continued with her tale.
“We stopped at a check point in Versperpool to collect rations. The Lucian troops accosted us, him in particular. Even with our travel papers and me being a natural born Insomnian, they decided to hold Kurt for questioning. No rights were read, they didn’t even say he was being arrested. Kurt wanted no trouble, so he had me go on to the rest point. I thought he’d be gone for a few hours and he’d return, but hours turned into days and when I asked the whereabouts of my husband, I was simply told I was crazy. That Kurt never was with me.”
Caelan could feel her blood boil hearing the sorrow in Floren’s voice. She could tell it took much will power on the woman's end to keep herself from falling apart. Her dark blue eyes gave away her feelings, tears threatening to leave them at any second as she took another sip of her Ebony. A crutch to keep her mind at bay.
“You said over the phone you knew where they had taken him, how did you come across that information?” Caelan asked as Florens blinked a few times. Her fingers wiping away at her eyes as she sniffled.
“Some fellow refugees passing in Duscae mentioned rumors that an old Niflheim stronghold in the Leide region had been refurbished as a camp of sorts. Allegedly, a few prisoners escaped and shared horrific tales. The families also lost members. Like Kurt, they were suddenly detained and never seen again. Kurt has been missing for over a year. I’m sure he is gone, but I need closure. I need to know if he ended up in that godawful place.”
“So you don’t know for certain if he’s there or not?” Ardyn asked for clarification to which Florens nodded solemnly.
“I know my advertisement may have been misleading that he’s alive, and for that I apologize.” She began. “I’m desperate. I want answers. I’ve tried so damn hard to find anything, and that’s all I have to show for. I need something. Anything to let me know what’s become of him.”
“Don’t worry, I got this.” Caelan reassured Florens as she reached across the table, her hand covering the elderly woman’s as she smiled towards her. “Even if I don’t find anything, if Lucians are holding a camp like this, it needs to be stopped. I’m confident with my experience, I can scout and report back whatever I find.”
“Cahl, a word.” Ardyn murmured. He then offered a smile towards Florens. “Forgive us, but we must speak alone.”
“Of course. I need to tidy up anyhow. Please take your time.” Florens nodded and smiled back sincerely.
Ardyn and Caelan watched as Florens went down the hallway of her residence, turning to make a left into the living room. As soon as she was out of range, Ardyn rubbed his forehead, taking in a deep breath before his attention fell upon his shield. A slight glare formed as Ardyn let out a worried breath.
“I’m not mishearing things, am I? That you’re planning on going to Leide by yourself to find this so-called camp.”
“You heard correctly,” Caelan said as a matter of fact. “Even if nothing turns up, she needs closure and if we can provide that, its worth it.”
“It’s not that,” Ardyn shook his head. “As much as I believe this is a waste of time, I know there is no stopping you once you’re set on a decision. However, what concerns me is you’re going alone. Without me. I can’t allow it.”
“Ardyn, you’re still recovering from the Behemoth attack. Your bandages need redressing everyday. You're regenerating yes, but it's too slow.” Caelan protested as Ardyn shrugged nonchalantly, as if he couldn’t be bothered by the experience that nearly put him in the grave.
“I can hold my own, Cahl. If worse comes to worse, I can summon the royal arms and eviscerate anyone who gets in the way.”
“Ardyn, we still don’t know the extent to which the royal arms drain your life force. You struggled with conjuring three of the blades when we killed the Behemoth if I recall. Let me handle this, I can easily--”
“What happened to us sticking together? You said so yourself, the Einherjar are after you, along with Accordo and Lucian troops. Even if you dodge them and find this alleged stronghold, what’s to say you won’t be in over your head?”
“Ardyn,” Caelan let out an exasperated groan, shaking her head as she looked over him. Though he was glaring and looked rather stern, she knew it was a façade. His amber eyes gave away that he was scared for her when the words weren’t strong enough to leave him.
“I’m only going to scout. Maybe get photo evidence so I can anonymously tip authorities. I’m not going to do anything stupid. You have my word. The only old Niflheim stronghold I’m aware of in Leide is near Keycatrich. At most I’ll be gone for a few days and back before the end of the week. This isn’t my first rodeo performing espionage. Besides, resting here in an actual bed will be good for you. I already have the arrangements made with Florens, we texted about you staying here. Maybe you’ll heal faster if you’re not out in the woods like we’ve been for the last month and how many days. With all respect and honor, I don’t want to watch you nearly die again. Not after what went down. Please, just stay here and rest. I can make it up to you when I come back.”
Ardyn once more rubbed his forehead. There were many counter arguments he could make, so many insults he could throw to get Caelan to think twice before going through with her plans, but Ardyn knew from experience making Caelan hit her breaking point would result in her stubbornly going through with the thing he was against. A memory from when they last argued weeks ago came to his mind, and how it didn’t work in his favor. Reluctantly, Ardyn nodded and watched as Caelan left to go talk about the plan with Florens. He sighed through his nostrils, downing the rest of the can of Ebony. The taste he thoroughly enjoyed seemed to no longer be present.
A few hours rolled by while Caelan and Florens discussed what was to come. They settled outside on the patio, talking about the risks and pay. Ardyn only joined the conversation after he had a period of time to cool off. He still didn’t like how risky the move was, yet he already thought of a way to meet in the middle with Caelan so they would both have peace of mind.
At some point, Florens got up from the outside patio and went back into the house to get Caelan a camera. While doing so, Ardyn cleared his throat.
“My offer still stands that I go with you.” Ardyn attempted a final time, and like he assumed, was met with Caelan shaking her head at him.
“I’m afraid I can’t accept that.”
“You’re as stubborn as they come. No wonder you’re built for the life of a shield.” Ardyn muttered, causing Caelan to snort. He briefly smiled at that and let out a breath. Standing up, he gestured for Caelan to approach. He could see the hesitation that fell upon her features as she stood in front of him, her eyes glancing down as he held out his hands, palms up. A flash of light had Caelan jump as the Rakshasa blade conjured into reality. Ardyn chuckled at the reaction as he presented the dark crimson sword to her.
“Take the Rakshasa with you.” Ardyn gave a nod towards Caelan, beckoning her to pick the weapon up from his hands.
Caelan was beyond surprised. Recalling some time ago how Ardyn shared the history of this weapon with her. How he and his brother Somnus were gifted with sibling blades forged from the same material, in the hopes that they would rule the Lucian kingdom together. How their parents spent every fortune they had to make certain these weapons would hold up to the will of the Astrals, and guarantee their sons would be protected. The aura the blade held was strong. Caelan could imagine that merely touching such a weapon would bestow knowledge she wasn’t sure she should be lurking into.
“Ardyn, I can’t take this from you.” Caelan protested, shaking her head as he let out a laugh.
“You’re not taking it from me if I’m giving it to you,” Ardyn began only for Caelan to interject.
“Yeah, but don’t you need protection just in case someone attacks you?”
“I have the royal arms if worse comes to worse. You’ve done a swell job knocking me down several pegs regarding what happened with the Behemoth. Allow me to return the courtesy, you’ll fair much better with this blade at your side than that damned spear of yours. Go on, try it for yourself.”
Caelan had held many powerful weapons in her time, but nothing could compare to this. Goosebumps traveled down her arm as she cautiously took the blade by its hilt, examining the fine details towards it’s base before Ardyn backed up and allowed her to swing it out to test it’s balance. There was a heaviness the weapon had that she wasn’t accustomed to, nevertheless when the blade struck down, it held a strength that would work with the way she attacked. Though Caelan felt a bit more at ease, she was still quite uncomfortable with what Ardyn had in mind.
“I thought the Raksasha didn’t serve anyone but its master,” Caelan mused although this was a final attempt to get Ardyn to relinquish his offer. She still felt uncertain about taking something so powerful that held ancient history with her. Caelan doubted she could break it, but the intrusive thought made itself known regardless.
“And as it’s master, you’re allowed to carry it. If I didn’t will it so, the blade would be back in my possession as we speak.” Ardyn said as a matter of fact, giving a faint smirk before he decided to explain himself further for why he was doing this.
“This will give me peace of mind while you travel to Leide. If anything happens to you, I’ll know. The blade is as much a part of myself as I am of it. And should anything happen to me here, you’ll definitely know because it will leave you to be at my side. Don’t get any bright ideas to pull off a risky stunt, I’d encourage you not. You have been trained in sword fighting, yes?”
“Of course,” Caelan scoffed. Feeling a confidence take over as she playfully gestured at the tip of the Raksasha. “Pointy end goes into the other guy, right? Simple.”
“Your sarcasm is unbecoming.” Ardyn sighed, nevertheless he laughed at her playful demeanor.
“You’re one to talk considering you don’t ever stop trying to push my buttons.” Caelan shrugged, then tossed the blade into the air to see what would happen. The Raksasha disappeared, and when Caelan reached her hand out, it reappeared. Furrowing her brows she shook her head in disbelief.
“What’s wrong, are you having second thoughts?” Ardyn spoke gently as he could see whatever resolve Caelan had begun to falter.
“No,” Caelan murmured. Her eyes couldn’t help but linger on Ardyn’s chest, seeing there was some fresh blood seeping through the bandages and his dress shirt. Her grip on the handle of the blade shook, yet again wondering if it was right to leave him a sitting duck without Rakshasa. Ardyn seemed to read her thoughts as she felt his right hand upon her shoulder, causing her to meet his gaze.
“I’ll be fine,” He reassured. “And I’ll be waiting for your return. I have no doubts you’ll be alright now.”
“You’re sure being sentimental. That or you’ve lost so much blood you’re losing your mind.” Caelan teased as Ardyn shook his head albeit playfully.
“I can’t lose a mind if it’s already been lost before,” Ardyn let go of her. “and I do care about your safety. Though you’re a pest at worst. While you’re gone, is there anything I should focus my energy towards?”
Caelan smiled, then her mind traveled to the supplies they currently had on hand. Though she didn’t feel quite comfortable with Ardyn going out on his own for shopping, she knew they needed to stock up on things. She wouldn't have time to do it herself.
“We’re going to need more food, nonperishables since we ate the last of the stock. And the Scepter is going to need an oil change, but I need a certain brand. It’s on the expensive side--”
“Money isn’t anything you need to worry about. I have that covered.” Ardyn said as Caelan rubbed the back of her head shyly. The Rakshasa blade disappearing for now until she would need to call upon it.
“I appreciate that, but I’ll pay you back when I return. Just keep out of trouble. Rest up, and--” Caelan made a face, looking over Ardyn’s features as he had a look of confusion cross him.
“You ever thought about cutting your hair?” Caelan jibed.
“No,” Ardyn said firmly. “I like my hair long.”
“I’m not saying hack it all off, but maybe tame it some?”
“Why do you care about my looks all of a sudden?”
“You have notoriety. Don’t want people questioning that you might be Ardyn Lucis Caelum while I can’t defend you.” Caelan said in her defense as Ardyn huffed.
“And here I thought you were worried I may attract private company you wouldn’t approve of while you’re gone. ” Ardyn snickered at Caelan’s expense, taking notice how her face turned red as she lowkey gave him the bird.
“At the very least grow out some facial hair or--nevermind.”
“You get riled up so easily.”
“You bring out the worst in people.” Caelan muttered. “Especially me cause you’re such a--”
“Cahl,”
Caelan didn’t expect Ardyn to walk up and embrace her. Much like how he froze the night she had hugged him when he woke up, she too felt petrified to a degree. Whatever comeback she had in mind to his antics had long left her. There was a tightness in Ardyn’s grasp that seemed to convey more than what he had the courage to tell aloud, and after the initial shock, Caelan returned the hug. Her arms enveloping around his waist as they stood still for a time. Each feeling the weight of the other.
“Be safe,” Ardyn sighed his head pulling back so he could look upon her. “And come back.”
Caelan offered a shrug, nodding as she grinned. “I got this in the bag. Don’t worry.”
“I’m sure you do.” Ardyn murmured.
Neither of them wanted to let go of the other. Both feeling the pull of the lingering fear this may as well be the last time they were in each others company. Not until they could hear Floren’s footsteps coming their way, did they retreat back into their respective worlds.
Caelan was missing every second of it.
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jayflrt · 2 years
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ahhhh i think tumblr ate it but i was just saying how i noticed deceit was released and i'll use as motivation when i finish some big tests this week (i will literally start reading it the second i hand in my last test on friday)
and omg manifesting the digipacks for you !🕯
cb shows for me are usually either at like 4/5am (depending on daylight savings) or 8/9am which is when i need to be in school at so </3 there's enough clips going around for me to know the main parts tho so im not too worried abt missing them haha 😅 DURING THE SUMMER THO i make sure to watch it (since i only dont sleep at normal hours then anyways ahsjjf) i watched tbz's cb show for thrill ride and maverick ✨️ thought they were on naver live so the video was like vertical and i didnt like that 👎
well besides the tests i have this week im doing pretty well! i also recently joined my school's prom committee so we're planning for that and its very exciting since it'll be the first in person even we can host since the pandemic 😭! (i also need to find a prom dress and i dont want to break the bank yet in case there's a world tour or smth)
i also just saw the multiple cases of plagiarism and it genuinely upsets me so much how people cant respect other's intellectual property (it also freaking happens like every week in here or smth like what 😭😭) but that last one was rly fishy bc they found it so fast;;; it rly sometimes does feel like people just do it on purpose for fun with a new blog and make people feel like shit and just deactivate and thats so 👺👺 its just a low move like have people rly not. have anything better to do 😭
AND ITS MONDAY boooo (well tuesday since its past midnight for me) lets hope the rest of the week can go on peacefully 🤧 i hope everything else is well on your end too (besides the situation mentioned above)
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I THINK IT DID EAT IT :((( because im seeing the wrong number in my ask box for the number of asks i can see in it,, like it won't show up even tho there's supposed to be more :(( AHH GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR TESTS THO 🤧 SCREW DECEIT IT CAN WAIT <333 so does that mean your exams are over tomorrow ?? :o 
im so nervous for the digipacks HAHAH like i dont mind any member i get BUT IM SO IMPATIENT I WANT IT NOW >:(( omg tbh i like watching comeback shows more than award shows so i like staying up to watch them 🥰 but it's not the end of the world if i miss it bc ppl record + upload clips HAHAH i even watched a whole treasure comeback show live with addy when i didnt even stan treasure 😭 HELP and for enha i remember she facetimed me so i could show her their live on my phone when i had no idea who they were 💀 
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now i would definitely defend that deformed heart with my life 💀
tbh my non engene days were so funny i had no idea who those boys were LMFAO and i dont think ive watched a tbz comeback show actually omg,, maybe i will have to sacrifice some sleep for changmin and jacob <333 
ALSO HAVE FUN WITH PROM COMMITTEE !! that sounds so fun actually omg D; i hope it's a good experience for you !! 💗 omg prom dress shopping is so exciting :'') what color/style were you thinking of ?? my gown was pink i loved it so much 💖 
and right,,, these recent plagiarism cases have been making me rlly suspicious and kinda sick :// i seriously hope people grow up and realize that internet clout ultimately amounts to absolutely nothing. plagiarizing people's work..... how low are you going to stoop for a few notes 😞 also i was a little tipsy when i saw the ask that i got plagiarized LMFAO i was literally telling addy why couldnt they plagiarize me when i was sober 😭 but on a more serious note about that ask..... it was literally 10 min after the fic was posted and the account was new and not visible and the post didnt show in the tags so im VERY confused :/ 
but i hope the rest of your week is smooth sailing love !! and good luck on those exams again 🥰 thank you for such kind words HAHAH i think it'll be a good weekend !! just busy :'') hope you have a wonderful day/night <33 
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nooneaskedhowever · 2 years
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Here’s My Opinion Anyway #0
I have issues with today’s... “expectations.” I’m sure others have noticed this but either got lost in the gigantic sea of “let’s stay positive!” or the void of “no one will notice this because no one uses Tumblr for serious stuff.” Or maybe somewhere in between.
    But isn’t history repeating itself? Right now? Let’s take a peek, shall we?
TL;DR: I’m pointing out a couple of things from Today that Yesterday tried to tell us to watch out for, but those Few who are in power, decided to ignore and fuck things up for the rest of us, in my own honest opinion.
               Continue reading down below if your are interested.
Let’s compare last century to today. Buckle up.
1918-1919: The Spanish Flu (H1N1 Variant).  The number of deaths was estimated to be at least 50 million worldwide  with about 675,000 occurring in the United States. First recorded case of Spanish Flu in the USA? The earliest documented case was March 1918 in Kansas, United States.
 December 2019: First reported cases of COVID-19 start popping up which leads us to March 2020, TOTAL MANDATORY SHUTDOWN OF THE WORLD’S ECONOMY. With COVID-19 reports currently in the range of over 550 MILLION Worldwide according to the World Health Organization as of the time of this post.
So far, not exactly a good record, but an impressive one to say the least.  Let’s try to find some other interesting things to point out. Let’s say... Economics?
The Great Depression was a severe worldwide economic depression between 1929 and 1939. While the first of the World Wars is not considered to be a direct cause by most academics, there does seem to be a correlation with wars and economic deficits.
And what’s going on right now? The U.S. is IN a recession, and we’ve been in one since all of the major Capitalist business giants pulled out of Russia, all because someone in power in Russia couldn’t be nice and say “May I please...” to Ukraine’s political powers. This is causing another worldwide Great Depression that won’t stop until people pull their heads out of their ass and stop fighting. And since the U.S. is screwed, so is the rest of the world’s economy. Tech, Fuel, Agriculture. Name the industry and it’s been fucked up since the Pandemic of 2020, and this war with Russia and Ukraine is just making it worse.
I’ll stop there, even though I know I didn’t list that many things going wrong. But I’m sure you’re getting the point.
Thanks to the fact the people are more willing to be ignorant of their history and allow it to repeat, humanity is now once again on the brink of collapse due to stupidity of those who flaunt their political power, thinking they’re above natural law.
While these two points may just be coincidence or conspiracy, there IS correlation. I fully submit to the fact that Humanity itself goes through cycles just like Earth and it’s seasons. But because there’s bigotry, greed, corruption and power controlled only by The Few, The Many are left to fend for themselves in a desolate wasteland of long forgotten liberties, bygone protections eroded by The Few and opportunities long since devoured by the greedy.
Thank you, those scarce few who decided to stay and read. I hope I’ve finally got your gears turning in your head so that you can also learn to spot the cycle and find peaceful or non-apocalyptic ways to break it and share it with those you trust to think just like you and I. 
Until the next time,
That one voice that says what you truly think, signing off. 
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en-amours · 3 years
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「 enha going “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad” — hcs 」
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— 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: requested by 🍓 anon! frankly, i don’t think this falls into the headcanons category bc they’re all bulletpoint scenarios (which is why this is a bit longer than the other one i wrote) :’> anyways, hope y’all enjoy, and sorry this took a bit longer than intended, hehe <3
— 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, humor, angst in ni-ki’s part if you squint lol
♡ — taglist: @yoshinung @cyberhwng @stargirlstories @lovelycharm05 @honeyju
— 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.9k
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「 LEE HEESEUNG ! 」
listen, you love heeseung with all your heart. you would gladly give the world to him if he asked in a heartbeat; but if you have to sit through his aegyo one more time you will throw hands
it didn’t even agitate you the first time you saw his aegyo—in fact, you even found it endearing: you’d use it to clown him every time he’d ask for something
“oh? heedeungie wants a cookie, i hear?”
he does nothing bc he’s resigned himself to the fact that you and the boys would never live him down the moment he agreed to do it
but as he progressively got better and more comfortable practicing cute expressions, it became a “oh, how the turns have tabled” moment and he now uses it to clown you
he knows you hate it, too, so when he does aegyo he goes to the extreme—dignity be damned
so when you give him the blankest look the next time he pulls the cutesy card again, he laughs gently, puffing his cheeks out as he pokes his dimple
“hee,” you start, “do you plan on getting out of this relationship in one piece?”
but your boyfriend—being the absolute warrior he is—pays no heed to your tone and moves closer, your demise giving him all the joy he could possibly have. “why? i thought you loved heedeungie?”
not anymore, you don’t
before you can retort, heeseung grins at your expression. “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad~”
when you go quiet he considers stopping the whole façade
then he feels your lips on his
haha, heartbeat go brrrrrrrr
mans is so 👏 damn 👏 flustered 👏 when you put your hand against his cheek
you pull away once you can feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips; he’s rosy and breathless and he nearly loses his mind once he realizes you’re grinning
“so that’s what it takes to get you to stop… maybe you should do aegyo more often.”
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「 JAY PARK ! 」
“oh, gODDAMMIT QUIT IT WITH THE TURTLE SHELLS, JAY.”
“WHY DON’T YOU MAKE ME??”
this is what the rest of the members have to deal with every time jay has the nerve to ask you to play video games with him you’re both the reason why jungwon bought everyone a pair of earplugs each
your level of competitiveness skyrockets whenever it’s a duel (or even games where you’re both on the same team—it’s just a trial of who can outdo the other)
god forbid anyone who suggests card games on a sleepover (looking at you, jake; ni-ki still hasn’t forgiven him for suggesting uno when he was situated right between you and jay) because they’re in for a long time of ✨ suffering ✨
it’s an instinct for everyone to put one foot out the door when you and jay settle in front of the television
this match in mario kart, however, went a little ,,, differently
“i will crush you, jongseong,” you seethe, eyes blazing because it’s your third rematch and the tiebreaker and you don’t know what you’ll do if you end up losing.
“that’s what you said the last two games,” he scoffs, leaning forward in immense concentration.
“your yoshi character can suck it.”
“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”
dude’s about to jump in ecstasy once he’s a few seconds away from the finish line at the third lap, but oh ho ho jay.gif has left the building once you kiss him on the cheek
literally freezes in shock for a solid ten seconds
in the span of which you took your chance to zoom past his avatar, thus winning the tiebreaker
looks at you, then at the screen, back to you again, then—
“WAIT THAT IS C H E A T I NG THAT DOESN’T COUNT WAIT WHAT—”
(he’s highkey vv flustered though; if you just got off your high horse and looked at him you’d have noticed how red he got)
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「 JAKE SHIM ! 」
ever since you told jake that you also weren’t able to attend your formal in the past, he’s been dead-set on asking you to a slow dance
you’d told him about it during your one of your many heart-to-heart talks, convos about fading memories from elementary and the anxiety-riddled nights in highschool, until it dwindled down to that
“i’m cool with it—formal is just an excuse to drain half of your college tuition for one night, anyway,” you’d said, but jake didn’t miss the way your eyes went softer in a haze of memories of what could’ve
so now you’re staring up at him, with his hand extended out to you, moon river playing in the background and jake’s smile has never been brighter
“you’re unbelievable,” you state.
“but you’re smiling anyway,” jake shrugs as he pulls you up, he places your hands on his shoulders gingerly, his own pair travelling down to hold your waist.
the next two minutes are spent in immeasurable laughter and half-hearted insults (“y/n, you’re a terrible dancer.” “says the dude who keeps on stepping on my toes every ten seconds, can you not—”); nevermind that there aren’t any cheap party lights blinding you, or your present classmates aren’t there to croon over who you were dancing with—in this tiny living room, all you can focus on is how it feels so right to have jake in your arms, and how this might be better than any formal you’d have attended.
your incredulous mask wears away, and jake dips his head to check with a grin. “aw, is my baby getting sentimental?”
you scoff, suppressing a smile. “mate, you’re the one who cries over layla at least five times a day. i hate you.”
“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad,” he taunts, relishing the way you laugh in response. you do kiss him, on the nose, softly, before resting your head on his shoulder, holding him closer.
“shim jaeyun, you are one of the most cliché people i know,” you pull away to look at him, at his eyes twinkling softly beneath the light, and you smile. “but thank you for this. truly.”
jake laughs softly, presses a kiss to your forehead. “i wouldn’t have formal any other way than this.”
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「 PARK SUNGHOON ! 」
so,, uh,,, i may have gotten a tad bit too carried away with sunghoon’s so i wrote a separate drabble for him,,,, hehe
it’s called “loser (affectionately)” and you can find it right here!
did i base the title off the “twitter: hellsite (derogatory)” meme here on tumblr? yes. yes, i did.
do i also think the drabble’s way too fucking cheesy? also yes.
but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless </3
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「 KIM SUNOO ! 」
here’s another one that turned into a full-fledged drabble because i have no self-control </3
it’s titled “maybe the night” and you can find it right here!
i got soft listening to ben&ben again 😔 their music is so damn good hhhhhh
highly recommend them !!
(also while writing this i realized i have a soft spot for our ddeonu i love him sobs)
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「 YANG JUNGWON ! 」
you hated yang jungwon.
well, no, that’s a lie—let me rephrase that again: you hated yang jungwon for having absolutely no mercy on your wallet
as if you weren’t worn out from the sparring match in taekwondo earlier, your best friend had to go and put the weight of his pride on your shoulders; ambling around with a stance that says, i’m the best and this abnormally overpriced chocolate milk carton acquired from y/n’s demise is solid proof.
(you’re grateful for your friendship, but this is one of the times when you regret ever making the bet with him)
the blushing clouds mark the end of another day, and you sigh, pocketing your (very few) change grumpily. “i’m going to go blind if you keep on smiling like that, yang—tone the brightness down a notch.”
jungwon: no ❤️
you try and reason with him that it was because you had too many shit you had to deal with prior to the match, but the dimpled teen wouldn’t hear any of it (knowing that all of it is bluff, you’re a terrible liar)
“you know that was a one time thing, right?” you say, and jungwon mocks you la-la-la-you-lost and he skips across street like a kid does after school, “i’m gonna beat you next time—”
“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”
he pokes your cheek and retracts quickly when you try to bite him. you glare at him, but the sun hits the side of your face so you end up squinting at him instead.
then he LAUGHS
(u know,,, the one where his eyes turn into crescent moons and his lil dimple shows? yea, that one)
and you’re just standing there like 🤠
you sigh, partially because you’ve seen him do this one too many times, and because you always fall victim to his charm, so you ruffle his hair and trudge on with the air of a fallen soldier
(dw jungwon holds your hand on the way home and gives you a piece of candy bc he loves you, too)
((you’re still beating his ass next time, though,,,))
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「 NI-KI ! 」
ni-ki wants to slam his head against a wall (≡^∇^≡)
(as, per usual, how every highschooler feels as they near the end of another laborious school day)
((but even more so in his case bc who the fuck blurts out “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad” when they’re going against their crush in a debate when they can’t think of a effective counterargument?? ni-ki, apparently))
he didn’t even mean to say it; he was so caught up in the heat of the moment that all heed for whatever slipped through his teeth disappeared, and now the whole class is staring at him open-mouthed in equal parts shock and excitement.
but the worst thing is that you’re staring at him, too—with wide eyes and an expression he can’t read
“n-no, i didn’t mean— i— you…” ni-ki’s hands fly up wildly, his limited braincells trying to think of a way to weasel out of the situation (which is impossible now, it seems). “i’m…”
the teacher observing from the side, who’s been aware of ni-ki’s crush for some time: ᕕ[ ・ ▾ ・ ]ᕗ
heat flares in his cheeks and he looks down cursing you because screw you for being so beautiful and smart why did i have to like you i Hate this
…apparently he’s said that out loud too bc his classmates are losing their shit & he promptly wants to ✨ evaporate ✨
everyone is just “??!!” because they’ve been led to believe that y’all hated each other and now this???
“you… like me?” you squeak, ni-ki can’t bear to look at you and he feels remorse peeking in his chest like an old friend; he waits for rejection, or an insult, at the very least, but when he is met with silence he looks up to see that you’re just as frazzled as he is, and his heart leaps. “like… really like me?”
the answer hangs on his tongue, but the bell intervenes, and everyone collectively jumps. ni-ki is the first to dip. he returns to his seat, grabs his bag in one swift motion; the teacher stutters out the usual end-of-class statement out of habit, and with that the blond ambles out of the room with a bitter look, finishing what his sensei was supposed to say: point to y/n.
but if loverboy looked back at that moment, he might’ve seen you trying to fight back a smile, butterflies roaming your stomach; because you no longer have to pick at daisies, wondering he hates me, he hates me not.
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olderthannetfic · 2 years
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on rrverse rep: the frazel complaint is anti bullshit, because they're disgusted that two teenage peers with a small (2.5-3 year) age gap made heart eyes at each other. people also love to harp on Rick's worst offenses from years ago that he's apologized for and worked to change. doesn't matter what he does to make restitution, how he takes feedback or whether he apologizes, White Cis Straight Rich Man Bad!
He genuinely tries and sometimes screws up pretty badly but does generally listen to criticism and take it to heart. but we all know that the harder someone genuinely tries & the more they want to do the right thing, the more viciously and mercilessly tumblr fandom will chase after them screaming for their blood.
I think people feel betrayed because they heard it was good rep, and it is, but it's absolutely not *perfect* rep, and there's some garbage in there (that, again, *he's apologized for and taken action to fix*). instead of accepting that sometimes people who mean well will fuck up, we've decided everything he's ever done and anything he ever will do for the rest of his life has secret evil motives. He's a cis straight white man; he couldn't possibly *actually* mean well!
I seriously saw someone respond to being told that Frank is fat again because Rick understands the blessing of Mars thing was fatphobic with "well, some people don't like the way he fixes things!" okay and? now every single member of a marginalized group has to be in unanimous agreement that his fix is perfect or it doesn't count? The fat people who *do* like how he fixed it don't get to have a voice? Seriously?
I would love to be able to discuss the flaws in the representation in this series but you can't because everyone is taking him in the worst possible faith and assigning the worst possible implications to things that in some cases aren't even actually in the books, they're misremembered or outright fanon that someone else made up and that fandom turned into gospel.
if I had a nickel for every post demonizing rick that opens with "well I haven't read the books since they were first released, but..." i'd have more money than he does.
The "stain of sin = burn in hell forever" form of social justice is very strong in this fandom. it's tiring. it's also my hyperfixation, which is super duper fun because I'm surrounded by "fans" who hate the source material so much they make it their entire personality and everyone who doesn't is too scared to say so publicly for fear of being thrown into the stocks with him. including me.
rrverse fandom is not okay. like collectively, we're just not okay.
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I enjoyed his writing, but I am... not surprised, to put it mildly, that a bunch of adults hanging out in fandoms for 12-year-olds are dogmatic drama queens. It's the toxic YA spaces issue on steroids.
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asterekmess · 3 years
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Been seeing you getting hate mail and while I absolutely can't understand why anyone would go to all the trouble to make some one else feel bad... I also kinda really love the discourse on Scott? Like YOUR RANTS oh man. On point. Always. Tbh I tried giving Scott a chance... He is the main char after all... But I was like??? Wtf? That dude does nothing but refute others and does whatever he wants. And this was when I didn't particularly like Stiles either (first time watching Teen Wolf). But then I got to know more of him and like Tony he went asshole to lovable asshole—seriously, Stiles might not be the ‘nicest’ but he tries and his heart is in good place—while Scott is just... self-righteous. Someone pointed out that he sees people as possessions and that irks me too that I can actually see it being true. The dude has literally nothing going on except for being the one that gets bitten. And the Romeo-and-Juliet-esque romance he has.
Okay, okay, where was I going with this?? Right. LOVE YOUR RANTS. People need to understand that Scott not being liked isn't because of his race or anything trivial like it—he just happens to be—but because of his actions. Or inactions, as it were. *remembers the pool scene and Scott saying he's busy and resists the urge to chuck a shoe at him*
Basically, love you, love your work, and love your words! ❤️
I've talked with some friends about it, and our number one issue sort of...boiled down to the hypocrisy of the show? I....sort of rant a lot here, and I would add a Read More, but I can't find the option anymore?? I fucking hate Tumblr. EDIT: I found a post that told me how to do it!
So, since he's the character I focus on the most, let's talk about Stiles' morality. Because, you're right. Stiles is an asshole. He does some fucking awful shit in the first season, and even if he had a Reason to do it, it was still bad. And I still don't like it. But I understand it.
Stiles' lack of shits about what is 'lawful' is literally established in the first ten seconds of the show. He's a sheriff's son who sneaks onto people's roofs in the middle of the night bc they aren't answering his calls, who listens in on his dad's work conversations and is willing to fuck up a crime scene because he's so excited about getting to see a dead body. He doesn't care about laws. He doesn't even care about most basic manners (invasion of privacy much, with having Scott sniff Lydia to see if she liked him?). He's a dickhead, even to the people he cares about sometimes. But personality and morality aren't the same. Stiles' entire actual morality system is based around whatever he needs to do to keep the people he loves safe and happy. Lying to his dad so he doesn't get murdered by hunters? Totally fine. Telling Scott that it was "Jackson's own fault" that Scott attacked him with superstrength and dislocated his shoulder, so Scott doesn't feel like an asshole? That's just best friend duties! He will lie, steal, cheat, and he will kill to keep his loved ones safe (let's not forget this boy threw molotovs at Peter, knowing damn well what they would do to him). We can headcanon all we want about all the different people who are in this group of loved ones, but the list is canonically very short: Scott, his dad, and Lydia. Later on, like, past s3B? It includes Derek. Canonically. Stiles puts his life and the lives of others he cares about on the line while he lies to the matriarch of the Calavera hunter clan, to save Derek Hale. Derek is just canonically a part of that group now, and he fucking knows it bc Stiles is his anchor (that's canon too bb). End of Story, Sterek or no Sterek. It's why we get that insane number of lookbacks when Derek is dying before his evolution. Because Stiles is being forced to choose between two people who are BOTH in his ride-or-die group. He Cannot Pick between Scott and Derek, until Derek begs him to leave.
SO, yes, Stiles does fuckface things, and I don't always agree with what he does, but it is ACCURATE TO HIS CHARACTER. He is morally grey. He NEVER CLAIMS to be pure or good or just or righteous. Stiles knows who he is, and he stays true to himself. And I love him for that.
The same goes for a bunch of other characters! For Peter, who is strikingly similar to Stiles, in that family goes above literally everything. Screw the idea that he was following Derek around waiting for the chance to steal back the Alpha spark. That man put his life on the line (his second life, no less) to get the shit beaten out of him until Derek let him help save Derek's life Again and Again. Family Comes First.
Scott's morality is...confusing as fuck. I thought at first he was similar to Stiles, in that family came first, but...while he's protective of his mother, he also does a lot of stuff that puts her at risk without seeming to care/worry (like leaving Peter alone with her once Stiles hits their car, so he can chase Jackson) (or asking her to come to the high school when he's convinced there's a bomber in it)? Seriously, he's more protective over Allison, than his mother. It's very black and white the rest of the time. Very "this bad" "this good." And if you do "bad" then you are bad forever, while if you do "good" you are only good until you do "bad." The Betas were "good" until they asked for the bite, and then they were "Bad." Derek was "bad" when Scott met him and scared him, so after that, no matter how much "good" he did, he remained "bad." But only when it suits him. Allison is good even when she does bad, because he wants her to be good. Chris is good even though he's done mountains of bad, because of the minuscule amount of good that Scott has seen him do, because Scott wants him to be good. Even DEUCALION is good, despite the crazy CRAZY amount of bad he's done and despite having seen him do NO GOOD, just because Scott wants him to be good. Lying to those closest to you is bad, unless Scott is doing it, and then it's good, because he knows HE is good. Killing people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Letting villains go is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Biting people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Protecting family is good even if it requires killing or lying, unless it's not Scott doing it. Revenge for past slights is good, unless it's not SCOTT doing it. And you try to understand it! You try to say, okay, then he's morally grey, got it. He plays with the rules to suit his own morality, whatever. Except that Scott, the other characters, and THE SHOW ITSELF, are all telling you otherwise! They all say that Scott is morally pure. That he is good and righteous and lawful. That he always does the "right" thing, and that when he does "bad" things, it's justified and he had to. THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES say Scott is somehow better or more righteous than the other characters by MAKING HIM AN ALPHA OUT OF NOWHERE. (I'm talking abt canon here, not going into deaton conspiracy theories) It's like....Like in the hate mail response I did, where I pointed out that Every Single Thing people get angry at Derek for doing, Scott did too. Lying, killing (or at least attempting it), attacking innocents, losing his temper, keeping secrets, refusing to work with someone who could help, etc etc etc. Everything Derek has done that is morally "wrong," Scott has also done. And that's okay! Doing a bad thing doesn't make you a bad person, and even if it did, Scott is ALLOWED to be bad! GO FOR IT.
Except that he is sinless. It isn't that he learns from the bad things he does, it's that they aren't treated like bad things in the first place. Because Scott did it, and Scott always does the right thing.
Derek's behavior is reprehensible at times, but the show ADMITS that and frames it as bad. Frames it as him doing a bad thing when he scares Isaac or throws Peter or tells Erica who to date. And that's fine, because Derek is established as not being morally pure.
But SCOTT IS. And because they were so desperate to make him continue being "Pure" they didn't frame the things he did as wrong, or if they did, they absolved him of it immediately, using the exact same reasoning that works for Derek's situations, but this time Actually Accepting it.
He scares Stiles, well it's because he's scared. He throws Isaac, it's because he's upset. He attacks Jackson well it's because Jackson was being a dick. He orders Allison to date Matt, well he had a goal to accomplish. Every reason is treated like a fucking doctor's note that erases the bad things he does.
Being scared, or angry, or retaliating to someone being an asshole, or trying to protect himself, was NEVER a good enough reason for Derek to do ANYTHING "Bad." It was never an acceptable excuse.
IF IT WERE: If the show were making a statement about how fallable people are, how they do bad things, but they do them for a REASON. How people will do wild and terrible things out of fear, and how that doesn't make it less bad, but it makes it understandable, so don't demonize them out of nowhere. If that were the case, I would HAVE BEEN FINE WITH IT.
Scott is held to COMPLETELY different standards than everyone else in the show! And I DON'T mean that people held him to higher ones. They dropped that bar so fucking low. Anything was allowed, and any excuse was good enough.
He made out with a girl who was dating someone else, who his best friend was in love with? It's just the full moon, he's angsty about losing Allison. He ducttapes Liam to a bathtub and starts throwing random phrases at him that he hated Derek for saying to him? He's freaked out! He doesn't know what to do with a bitten wolf! It was an accident! He works with a mass murderer behind people's backs without telling them the whole story? Am I talking about Gerard or Deucalion? Who fucking knows. Either way, it's okay, because he was protecting his family. He plots to murder a cancer patient slowly and painfully by replacing meds that likely included painkillers with mountain ash, and the uses someone else's body to deliver the killing blow, and it's okay because he was just being smart! He was just working ten steps ahead! He was saving his mom and the whole town! Who cares if it DIDN"T WORK?
He walks into his ex-girlfriend's hotel room and scares the SHIT out of her while she's naked and alone in the shower? It was the wolfsbane. It doesn't matter that no one else's impulses included HARASSING someone. He lies to his girlfriend's face about her own life because he doesn't think it's important enough for her to know (who am I talking about, come on, take a guess, which one is it? Allison or Kira? Trick question: it's both). He was just being kind! He didn't want to worry her! He didn't want to make her feel bad! She didn't need to know!
I'm so far off track it's not even funny. My point was that Everything the other characters in the show are demonized for or framed as evil or bad or wrong for doing, Scott is shown to do and it's treated like at minimum a comedy, if not a Perfect Brilliant Strategic Move.
God, fucking hell. I mean, the PARALLELS you see in this show, between Scott and others. The scene of Alexander Argent going to the hotel after being bit? That bit where he pulls his shirt up in the mirror? It's a near PERFECT replica of Scott looking at his bite at Deaton's. They paralleled SCOTT MCCALL with AN ARGENT. Deaton has this whole line in S2 where he's bitching at Derek about "the person you should trust the most doesn't trust you at all" And then seasons later, we have Scott look his best friend in the eye and refuse to trust him, only to get upset later because Stiles doesn't want to work with him anymore and he "lost them." Scott goes running into Derek's house in S1 to accuse him of killing the bus driver, and when he can't get a real response, he EGGS HIM ON by accusing him of Murdering his SISTER, just to get Derek to react. Which is the EXACT same thing Kate did when she showed up and wanted Derek to lose his temper. Scott is CONSTANTLY paralleled with villains and assholes, and constantly does the things that others are persecuted for. But instead of feeling regret or learning something from it, instead of growing AT ALL. Those actions are treated as good. We are told they are righteous. And clever. That they are what heroes do. AND YES: There are parallels between Derek and Stiles' behaviors and villains/morally grey characters! Of course there are!
BUT THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THE TRUE ALPHA MAIN CHARACTER. SCOTT IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUY. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO MIMIC/EMULATE THE VILLAINS, AND HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REWARDED WHEN HE DOES IT ANYWAY.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I understand the urge to think that the Teen Wolf writers did all of this on purpose. That they built Scott up as an unreliable narrator, so that we're forced to come to terms with a protagonist who isn't good, and we watch them fall into a villainous role while thinking all the while they are a hero. That all these parallels are intentional and the writers just couldn't Tell us what was going on bc they didn't have enough power.
And sometimes I play into it. I will lie to myself about Scott being the 'narrator' of the entire show, and that we're seeing it all through his eyes so of course things are biased and conflicting, just so I can actually Enjoy watching it.
But I think it's absolute bullshit that this was done on purpose. It wasn't. The parallels appeared because they Wanted Scott to do the badass things that they had all the villains doing, throwing people and being sneaky and clever, and stopping the bad guy, and they didn't want to deal with the fact that they were having him do bad things. So they just pretended he wasn't and refused to acknowledge that they'd already punished other people for doing the same exact shit, but somehow Scott was getting rewarded. They wanted Scott to be the hero, so they made him the hero, and screw everybody else.
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chuckbass-love · 3 years
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20,39,42 with Andy Barber?
Hey, lovely anon. First of all i hope you’re doing well and second of all, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and i hope y’all have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a hot minute since i last wrote for Andy.
Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Prompts Used: 
20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are”
39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
42) “I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”
Warnings: Smut. Sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, spanking, daddy kink, love making (kinda), arguing, swearing, angst and a sprinkle of fluff for good measure. That’s right, used all 3. 18+ you know the drill.
Word Count: 6,796
GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cassercole go check them out💕
Do You Feel What I Feel?
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After a long and interesting weekend, you’re a lot less eager to get back behind your desk to work for Andy Barber than you usually are. One reason in particular being that you’ve been dating other people behind his back. See the thing with you and Andy is that you’ve known him for 2 whole years, worked for him for 1 year and been fucking him since the evening of your very first day. He got you the job to work with him after you got laid off.
You met him after he showed up for one of your seminars at college and he gave a presentation on what it’s like to be a lawyer and you just clicked. But it was strictly platonic...until you showed up on that first day dressed in a knee length skirt, a semi sheer polka dot blouse with stockings and heels. He was shocked to say the least. You looked entirely different and he’d never seen you this way before. It turned him on and he let you know it. 
As you were packing your things away and bidding him goodbye for the day, he called you back into his office and instructed you to lock the door behind you before he began to inform you of the effect you had on him. Starting slowly by telling you how he was taken aback by your ability to think on your feet, use your initiative and then just like that, it all came out and he couldn’t control his hunger much longer. 
He kissed you so hard that night that the breath was knocked from your lungs but you loved it, you yearned for more of that feeling and he fucked you so good that you made it a regular thing, without even realising it was becoming one until it was too late. You’d just show up at each others places without a warning and before you knew it, he was fucking you into the mattress and making you cum with a cry of his name.
Now back to the present... you like Andy, in fact if you’re being truthful with yourself, you’ve fallen so madly in love with him that you know it’s time to quit him. He’s like a drug, an addiction and you need to stop going back for more. Hence why you decided that enough was enough. 
You met a guy online, his name is Ashley and he was more than keen to take you out so you happily obliged and sure you had a nice time but there’s just one issue lying in your way. Andy is unsuspecting of your little date and it’s been eating away at you since said date walked you back to your apartment. You know that you need to tell him but you fear that it’ll cost you your job, he did hire you to help you out after all.
Before you can wallow more in your choice to keep things from him, he calls you into his office and you haven’t even gotten any work done yet, you only sat down 5 minutes ago.
What could he possibly want so early on?
“Yes, Mr Barber?” you ask flirtatiously, making him glare up at you before gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. Which you do.
“So today i’m gonna need you to file this paper work into the data base for me” he starts, lifting up a pile taller than the length of your forearm and now you’re annoyed for real this time. He knows full well that you’re still finishing off the stack from Friday and yet here he is presenting more work for you to do “get it done by the end of the day” he finishes, flashing you another stone cold glare as he looks back down at the paper on his desk, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence for a second longer.
Until you speak up “Andy, you know i’m still finishing off Frid....”
“That’s Mr Barber to you and you can leave now” his rude and snappy interruption makes you scoff as you shake your head at the tone in his voice, he’s not in any mood today to help you out or make exceptions. So you do as you’re told, hauling the heavy pile into your arms and lugging it back to your desk outside. Once it’s on your desk, you walk back to shut his door before he asks, making sure to slam it harder than needed to make it known that you’re angry with him.
He doesn’t seem to notice or care though.
Now to get started on all of this work that’ll probably mean you staying later tonight, just brilliant. Guess your second date with Ashley will have to be rescheduled.
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You finish off half of the pile by the time it gets to 1:30pm and you’re due a lunch break round about now so seeing as though Andy hasn’t left his office all day, you decide to pop out for some food with one of the other assistants, Stacey. Thank God you don’t have to face him since you have absolutely no clue what could have possibly rattled his cage this morning to make him snap at you like that. The two of you have always had this ongoing joke of you calling him Mr Barber and he usually allows you to call him by his first name until today when that alone was enough to anger him.
It’s obvious that you’ll have to put off telling him about your date until he’s in a better place to receive the news. You’re hoping that since he’s always been opposed to commitment that he’ll take it well but the halt in your fooling around might annoy him a little. It’s not your problem though, he always knew you were planning to eventually settle down.
Upon your return to your desk you find Andy sat in your chair, looking through your work “where the hell have you been?” he mutters as he avoids your eyes “you know what, don’t even bother making excuses, my office, NOW” you jump out of fear as he raises his voice slightly at you for the first time in the whole 2 years you’ve known him. Your anxious body shuffles into his office, scared of what’s about to happen.
“Was i not clear enough earlier Y/N? Hm? Because i specifically remember asking you to have this work done by the end of the day. You get off at half 4, it’s now half 2 and you’ve only done half. Do i pay you to galavant around town with Stacey or do i pay you to do your goddam job?”
In the 2 years that you’ve known Andy, he’s also never made you cry, yet here you are trying your absolute hardest not to let these tears fall in front of him.
“You pay me to do my job and i’ve tried my best to get it done. I-I’m sorry” you stand there awkwardly, picking at the torn skin around your fingernails as you stare hopelessly at your stilettos. “Well your best isn’t fucking good enough Y/N, try harder. You can stay here until all of the paperwork is done and that includes Friday’s load too now close the door on your way out”
Is he actually serious? He can’t be, surely. What is wrong with him?
“No” you stand tall, hands on your hips as you talk back and if he was angry before then now he’s livid with you “What do you mean no?” he questions, stepping towards you, hands in his pockets as he awaits your answer.
“I said, no. Just because you’re in a bad mood for whatever reason does NOT mean that you get to stand here and humiliate me. I said no and that’s final. I’ll do my best to get today’s work done before i leave but Friday’s work can wait and i don’t care what nasty comment you have in store to throw back at me”
His face screws up as he clenches his jaw again, you should feel really scared right about now, that comment might have just cost you this job but you don’t care. If that’s the case then you’ll walk out of here proud of yourself along with one less so called friend in your life.
“Bad mood? I’m furious and you don’t even know the half of it” he picks his phone up, tapping a couple times before handing it to you and walking back to his desk to sit down. You watch the clip in his camera roll, squinting as you try to make out the faces in it and then you realise that it’s you and Ashley. Fuck. He was there that night at your apartment, he was obviously coming to see you and you didn’t even know it. He must have seen you with another man and changed his mind. You feel awful as you look back at him, he just sighs once you place the phone onto his desk.
“Andy, i-i”
“Save it. If you wanted to cut our little deal off then you shoulda just said. I don’t appreciate being lied to Y/N and i don’t fancy talking about it with you for a minute longer so just do as your fucking told and get back to work”
All you can do is turn around and walk away since you’ve done enough damage already. But all you can think about is the look on his face after you watched the incriminating clip. He looked sad, broken even and it’s replaying in your brain over and over. Torturing you. 
This is why he’s been so nasty today, so demanding and harsh. He’s hurt that you lied to him, hurt that you were with someone else, even if it was just dinner. You still arranged a date with another man and went and what Andy has never wanted to admit before, not even to himself is that he really likes you. In fact no, he’s fallen madly in love with you. 
Every waking moment of his life is spent with you on his mind. You even corrupt his dream world too and it’s gotten out of control. Saturday he decided it was time to cut your little deal off and start over. He was going to do it right, confess his feelings, ask you on a date and then take you out and treat you like a princess.
Ever since he laid his blue eyes on you that first time when he was doing the presentation in your class at college, he liked you. You asked so many questions, engaged a lot in the debates and he knew then that you were going to play an important role in his life. And you have. You became close friends, going out regularly and doing things like bowling and eating dinner together more than a handful of times. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his but there was this unspoken rule that you had to remain just friends. He wasn’t ready for anything serious and you were still not over your ex.
But then when you walked through his office door on your first day dressed in that skirt, those heels and stockings and lets not forget about that blouse. He was trying his hardest not to drool. One things for sure though, he was painfully hard for you.
When he came to your apartment Saturday and saw you outside your door with some preppy douchebag who was around your age, he felt this lump in his throat form as his heart ached. Sure he expected you to get a man eventually after all you are 24 and he’s in his 30’s. But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. He also didn’t expect you to have such an effect on him the way you have but here he is, angry at you for moving on without telling him and angry that you aren’t his anymore. 
He feels bad for shouting at you today, for being so harsh with his words. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes right away but he was too pissed off to stop and now he’s almost certain that any friendship the two of you had is gone for good thanks to his vile actions.
Another 2 hours tick by and you’re still working at your pile, you’ve still got a lot left being that he’s included Friday’s in your load too. It’s going to be a long night so you pick your phone up and call Ashley.
“Ashley hey, it’s uh, it’s Y/N. Listen, i have to work late today so i won’t be able to make it” you announce and as he responds, Andy opens his door but you don’t notice.
“Rain check? Uh...” you trail off, trying your hardest to decide if you even want to see him again. It’s like you’re torn. On one hand you have Andy, your dream man. A man who knows your body like the back of his hands and a man who can more than likely take care of you if you just took a leap and told him about your feelings but then on the other hand you have Ashley. A guy who is your age and who makes you laugh a hell of a lot. Before you can even decide though, you hear a cough behind you. It’s Andy.
“Ashley can i call you back? It’s just now’s not really a good time, i have a lot of work to get done”
You hang up the phone as your eyes are locked onto Andy’s and the moment your phone is placed back onto your desk he wraps his large hand around your wrist, lifting you up off your chair and tugging you into his office. You watch as he locks the door behind him before going back to sitting behind his desk.
“You gonna see him again?” he asks, jaw clenched.
“I-I uh, i don’t know. I’m a little torn right now” your eyes settle on his plump pink lips, wanting nothing more than to bite down on his bottom one as you sink down onto his cock but you’re dirty thoughts come to a staggering halt as he speaks. “Torn with what? You like him right?” why is he asking you these things? Is he trying to torture himself with the details.
“Yes i mean no i mean I don’t know. I like him but i don’t think i can date him”
“How come?”
“Because i like someone else, in fact i love someone else”
Andy feels his heart sink further as more cracks appear threatening to shatter it completely. You love someone else and now he’s truly out of the game.
Rage works it’s way back into his body and he can’t help but take it out on you “did you sleep with him? Huh? Did the douche bag get to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”
At first you find him funny, laughing as you look around the room, anywhere but his eyes but then your own rage sets in.
“Not that it’s any of your business but no, he didn’t. We had dinner and that’s it” you state, matter of factly as you place your hands back onto your hips..
“Bullshit”
“Is that what you really think of me Andy? You think i’d just give it up to any guy that even looked my way. Wow, i knew you were a lot of things but vicious was definitely not one of them and what’s that i smell? Is it jealousy? Surely not.” you tut, shaking your head “I don’t think i even know you at all by the looks of things if you thought lying to me was better than being honest and trust me, i’m not jealous in the slightest, in fact i pity you. It’s your sex life that will suffer” he doesn’t falter for even a second as he stares you down and just as he anticipated, you’re the first one to break, looking away from him. You can’t help the way your heart starts to race from all of the fury filling up your body. How dare he.
“I was only keeping it from you until i found the right time to tell you. And don’t you dare think for one second that just because we’ve slept together that you have any right to comment on my sex life. You made it perfectly clear that monogamy wasn’t your thing so don’t be mad when i finally want to move on from being someone’s fuck buddy” you spit, heat rising to your cheeks as you realise what you just said. Fuck.
“I’ll comment on whatever i fucking want to so quit the bitching and yeah, i don’t do commitment but i sure as hell wouldn’t be with you even if i did”
You don’t respond to him this time, there’s no quick comeback to fire his way, no insult that could mean you having the upper hand again. Nothing is left but shock and disappointment. He really said that, he really played on your biggest insecurity. He played on it and used it to his advantage, to get the upper hand and win the argument.
“What? Got nothing to say?” he snorts, smug grin on his face. Watch his smile disappear now...
“I love you, Andy” you finally get the words out and you feel as if you’re going to choke on them and die right here in his office. Cause of death, unrequited love.
“W-what?” he’s practically speechless, his words barely audible.
“I’m so madly in love with you and i have been for a while now. But i continued to shut my feelings out and reject other guys because i came to the realisation that having you in any way that i could would be enough for me even if it meant that i couldn’t have you in the way that i’ve always wanted. But none of this matters now, right? Because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel and where you stand. You wouldn’t date me even you did date and that’s fine but at least now both our cards are on the table”
He looks up at you, using his index finger to force you to look back at him and when you do, he looks so deep into your eyes almost as if he’s attempting to see into your soul. Like he’s trying to search for any signs of dishonesty.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of going out with other guys you shoulda told me and been honest about it?” is all he can say and that’s the last response you expected but what catches you off guard the most is how he said it, almost like he was hurt and relieved simultaneously.
“Andy, you’re my boss and you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship” he has absolutely no right to lecture you about honesty when he’s spent the entire time he’s known you blabbering on about how the single life is better for him and how he’d hate to be tied down again. You roll your eyes as you move away from him when he attempts to move closer.
Silence falls upon the two of you and it seems never ending, leaving you no choice but to leave. The moment you turn around to walk away he’s on his feet too “where are you going?” the tone his voice makes it sound as though he’s pleading for you to stay without actually saying the words.
“I’m going back to my desk to do my fucking job, just like you told me to do earlier” you turn back around but just as you expected, he stops you “look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just mad that you”
“Mad about what? That i went out on a date? I’m a single woman Andy and despite our little deal, i don’t belong to you so you have no right to be mad at me for doing what any other single person does”
He bites down on his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his perfectly styled locks, messing them up instantly “God, you’re so fucking infuriating”
“I’m infuriating? You really are clueless to your own behaviour aren’t you? I just told you that i love you and you still haven’t told me if you feel the same. So i think that says it all, don’t you?” you stop yourself before continuing your rant, trying your hardest to prevent something worse slipping out. Right now in your state, you’re bound to say things that you don’t mean and will later regret. “you know what, i think i’m gonna take the work load home and complete it there. I’ll see you tomorrow, if i still have a job that is” you raise your brows at him, praying he doesn’t fire you for your attitude alone. But to your surprise he doesn’t.
“You really think that low of me? That i’d ever fire you because of what’s going on between us outside of this office? Wow” he leans back on his desk and his shoulders drop as he slumps over, looking down at his large calloused hands.
“It’s what i assumed would happen. You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t want me gone after today?”
“I don’t, believe it or not. But i have no time to deal with this discussion any longer, i have to leave early today” he says as he goes back to sitting behind his desk again and turning his computer back on “i don’t expect you to stay any longer, you can take that work home and finish it after your date” he mutters the last few words, pulling a face as if they make him sick.
“Really? We’re back to that again. God i’ve had it with you” you spit, biting down on the inside of your cheek before strutting over to the door but his hand stops you before you even get yours on the lock.
“Let me go Andy. I don’t even want to look at you, let alone be stuck in a room with you” harsh, but in this moment it’s true. He’s done nothing but upset you all day long and even after your stupid decision to confess your love for him, he’s still doing it. You feel so defeated right now that you can’t take another second of his shit.
“Just one more thing and then you’re free to go and fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. How many guys have you been on dates with since we started hooking up?” the desperation is evident in his eyes as they pierce into yours, searching again but this time for the answers before you can even open your mouth to give them to him “one. It was only one date on Saturday night with Ashley” and that’s the truth. You would never repeatedly date behind his back, this was a one off. A one off you’re regretting more as the seconds tick by.
An awkward silence falls upon the two of you once more as he walks back over to his desk, pacing next to it and creating a draft. “Are you planning to see him again?” and he’s back with more questions. Why does he care so much?
He clearly doesn’t love you too otherwise he’d have said it once you confessed your feelings for him. Instead he left you looking like the biggest joke ever, the clown. And you feel so mortified for even believing he’d say it back.
Silly little Y/N, always catching feelings for men who don’t feel the same way back. You’re starting to feel as though you’ll never find someone.
But still his behaviour has you second guessing him. Maybe he does like you and that’s why he’s acting so hurt.
“Maybe i will, after all i am single. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it Andy?” you know full well that you’re pushing down hard on his buttons and you can see his cheeks turn red as his knuckles turn white from his tight grip on the side of the table.
“What you don’t like that? You don’t like the thought of me on top of Ashley, sinking down onto his cock as he touches my body and kis -”
Out of nowhere he interrupts you, slamming his fist down onto his desk “dammit, Y/N, what is it with you? Trying to make me jealous? Because i’ve had just about enough of you running your mouth” he pulls one of the chairs out, falling into it and spreading his legs “In fact. I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use? Huh? Maybe then you’ll shut up about that fucking douche bag” he is jealous, it’s so obvious to you now. He’s jealous of Ashley, jealous of the possibility of him spending time with you and he hates the thought of someone stealing you away from his tight grasp.
You can’t quite believe your ears or your eyes as he spreads his legs further, grazing his hand over the tent in his dress trousers and you can’t help the gulp that follows.
“Andy”
“Shhh, enough talking. I don’t have it in me anymore to argue with you, just come here” he insists but you stand your ground “no. i can’t keep going round and round in circles with you with absolutely no end in sight and with no hope for you to reciprocate how i feel. I’m sorry but i’m leaving”
Yet again, as expected, he clears his throat “fine. I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”
Like they always do around Andy, your legs turn to jelly and your eyes glaze over along with your better judgement being clouded by x rated thoughts of him railing you. The idea of him touching himself, working his hand expertly around his girthy cock causes arousal to flood your panties. How dare your body betray you like this. How dare your mind do the same. It’s not fair that every time you think you have the upper hand and the dominance, he comes along, snatching it away from you and proving you wrong.
You have absolutely no idea why you’re about to do what you’re about to do other than the fact that your body gravitates toward him like a magnet and it’s out of your control.
So without a second longer to fester or overthink, you spin around on your heels, charging towards him. Andy watches in awe as you drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. Once you free his cock from the confines of his black Calvin Kleins and into your small hand you spot the droplets of precum oozing out of the slit on his red bulbous head. You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them as you give the tip a couple of kitten licks before spitting all over his shaft and pumping him agonisingly slow.
“Fuck” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips the arm rests on the chair when you take him into your mouth “attagirl, sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking pro” his hands grip your face as he continues to watch you go to work, making a mess of yourself as you gag around him,
You don’t bother to issue a warning before taking all of him in your mouth, all the way down to his balls over and over. Making sure to hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, your tongue licking the underside of him as your hands grasp his balls. He starts bucking his hips up, attempting to fuck your mouth but you push him back down as a whole batch of unholy sounds that only you can elicit from him fall from his perfect lips, the sounds that are so loud and downright filthy that he has no option but to cover his mouth with his hand, biting down one of his thick digits to keep from exposing himself to his unsuspecting colleagues outside.
He soon pulls you off and you do so with a pop. He forces you to look up at him, his hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing aggressively “no matter what undeserving boys you go out on a date with, no matter who flirts with you. You’re mine, always have been and always will be” he moves you to straddle his lap before he stands up to move the two of you to the couch.
“So no more dates princess, no more other guys. Because i’m the only one who gets to have you. Is that clear?” he cocks his brow up at you and you nod in response before mumbling a quick “yes” to satisfy his need for confirmation and assurance.
He lifts your knee length dress up to your stomach before he gets to touching you, squeezing at your ass cheeks a little too hard for your liking but you secretly love the way he gets so rough with your body, the way he smacks both ass cheeks repeatedly until you wince from how sore he’s made you.
“God, these clothes drive me crazy. Ever since that first day i met you, i’ve wanted you and when you started working here, i was so desperate to fuck you as you wore these stockings and these heels. You’re so fucking hot, princess and you have no idea how crazy you drive me when you bend over, shoving this ass in my face”
He starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses on the spot that has your back arching as you grip onto the back of his neck to steady yourself. He’s working you up all the more, turning the pool in your panties into a river. You’re dripping wet for him, desperate for him to just fuck your greedy pussy, desperate to clench down around his cock as he pounds into you.
“You’ve done it before Andy. Many times in fact”
His kisses halt as he smirks at you, that devilish look in his eyes. It always drives you wild “do it again, please, i need it” you beg pathetically and much to your surprise, he does exactly that. He takes your panties, tugging them to the side and playing with your soaked core a little as well as touching your bundle of nerves. You whine into the crook of his neck as you urge him to hurry before he eventually pulls his pants further down his legs to position himself at your entrance better. You don’t even have time to breathe before he’s knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks himself to the hilt inside of you.
The way his pace continues to pick up until it’s rendering on animalistic is causing you to let out the loudest and sexiest sounds, it’s like music to his ears but he can’t have anyone hearing this. He flips the two of you over so that you’re below him, your legs pushed back to your head and you hold them in place. His hand covers your mouth as he slides himself back in, not making any effort to start slow “you’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are” he continues with rough snaps of his hips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon and causing the sweet music you make to vibrate onto his hand.
“Yeah, like this? Like the way i fuck this pretty little cunt?”
Thrust
“Bet his cock couldn’t even touch what mine does to you, the way you cry out for more and scream my name every time. The way i can make you cum with just my words and my fingers. God, such a dirty little girl for me, ain’t that right, princess?”
Satisfied hums follow his questions along with a frantic nod as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like a knot twisting and pulling, you’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the impending orgasm. “Don’t make a fucking sound when i move my hand, okay?” again you nod in response and he moves his hand, smiling down at you with adoration in his eyes before moving his hand to your aching sex. His fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles on it and as soon as your walls flutter around him, he knows your close.
“Gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess all over my cock? My filthy girl, go on baby, cream all over me”
Just like that, along with his permission you let everything go, allowing yourself to really feel the pleasure. Your walls flutter around him again and again and each time he pulls out of you he spots your juices as they cover his cock beautifully. The sight alone has his hips snapping harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off of the walls in his office and you accidentally let out a lewd moan that he swallows with his kiss as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer “cum for me daddy” your encouragement sends his entire world spinning as his thrusts stagger. 
His cock jolts inside of you, twitching like crazy before his cream fills you up deliciously, painting your walls in thick ropes. You arch your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You need to feel his lips on yours.
He kisses you so hard that your teeth clash, making the two of you chuckle into each others mouths before attempting again. This time his tongue forces it’s way past your lips, battling with yours as he rides the two of you through your dramatic and intense highs.
Once his hips still and he pulls out, he flops down next to you. The two of you are nothing but a panting mess. Chests rising and falling along with your erratic heart beats.
“I love you too” he confesses, making you gasp as you turn your head to look at his spent body, the way his eyes meet yours and tears pool in them has your eyes doing the same.
“Andy”
“I’m not finished. I’ve felt this connection with you since the day i first met you, it caught me completely off guard. When we made the deal for it to be just friends, i was upset. I wanted a lot more but i know i wasn’t ready just yet. But the way you’d draw out laughter from me that no one else has ever been able to and the way you’d boss me around only made my feelings grow. Then we fucked and it was like confirmation to me that i was well and truly screwed. But i kept coming back for more because it was like an addiction, i had to have you in any way that was possible and if sex was the only way then i’d have stayed single forever just to keep you close. I’d have done anything to be able to hold your body and kiss your neck and make you feel good. If doing that as just your fuck buddy was the only way then so be it. But i got to a point where just fucking you wasn’t enough. I wanted something real with you. So on Saturday-” before he can even finish you sigh, sitting up.
“You came to tell me how you felt? Andy, why didn’t you just say that earlier?” you don’t know how to feel right now. You’re so consumed by emotions that your head is spinning. One one hand you’re angry, annoyed and upset that he kept this from you and didn’t just tell you he felt the same when you confessed how you felt. But then on the other hand you’re relieved and happy that he does feel the same. This was never some unrequited love, it’s always been reciprocated and real. 
All the lingering stares you’d catch, all of the compliments thrown your way and the insults hurled at random guys who’d ogle you whenever you were out in public with him or whenever another guy at work would take an interest.
“I saw you with that guy Y/N and i broke down. Then today, i expected you to come in and talk to me about it but instead you sat down at your desk, acted normal and didn’t say a word. I was hurt that you’d keep this from me. I know we both felt these things and i know both of us were unaware of the feelings being reciprocated but you still didn’t tell me you’d even thought about seeing other people and i guess i just expected more from you, more honesty”
He’s right. You don’t have it in you to argue because he’s right. He might have had his reasons for hiding his true feelings but you hid your date from him and that’s a lot worse. How was he supposed to just come out with it when all he could think of was you with Ashley.
“You’re right. I was wrong, i didn’t even think about the effect it would have and i was selfish. To tell you the truth i only went out with that guy because i was trying to move on from you, i didn’t want to keep feeling this strongly with no possibility of you feeling the same so i did the first thing i knew to do, date some other guy”
Andy can’t say he isn’t relieved to hear you admit that preppy college boy means nothing to you but it’s bitter sweet, you saying that you thought your feelings were one sided so you wanted to move on to avoid getting hurt further makes him hurt too. You’ve always meant more to him than just some friendship or some steamy sex. You’re the first woman he’s even looked twice at since Laurie and that means a whole lot more than you’ll ever know or understand.
“So what now?” you ask, puppy dog eyes showing as you await his response.
“I know it’s a bit backwards but how about a date tomorrow?”
God, he really is so handsome, so sweet. His deep and raspy chuckles make you giggle along with him as you straddle him once again, crashing your lips to his, his beard scratching at your face just the way you like.
He pulls away for a second “is that a yes?” once more you shake your head, tutting at him “a thousand times yes, Mr Barber. Yes i’ll go out with you” he wraps his arms around you as he pulls you flush against his suit clad torso, kissing you eagerly and smiling into it. He finally got the girl.
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bunnyywritings · 3 years
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a shy, goth s/o who goes by they/them pronouns
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requested by anon; HIII!! I recently started watching soul eater and i finallyyy found someone who writes for them so im reallllly exited!! So i wanted to request something!! Can you do like how Crona, Kid, Soul and Stein would be like in a relationship with a shy goth s/o who uses they/tem prounons (sometimes she). Also when they talk about the things they like they get superrr extroverted and could talk for hourss about it! Also would it heart to ask if you could make cronas a lil longer, they are my comfort character🤧Also wanted to ask if you did emergency requests! If you dont that’s totally fine!!
[a/n: thank you for this request, my lovely anon! It gave me the way to get back into a writing flow again. I quite enjoyed writing for these characters since I don’t get very many Soul Eater requests, as for emergency requests...go ahead and send them in but I apologize if I don’t get it done quickly, seeing as I’m not quite that active on here like I was before. for now, enjoy! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-] 
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- truthfully, i think he'd be a little confused at first
- about the whole pronouns thing
- despite being friends with Crona
- so, he'd approach Maka, Crona, and Subaki about it
- he'd be a little embarrassed because he mistakenly exposed his HUGE crush on you
- Subaki coos at him and thinks it's sweet
- Crona is glad to help, knowing that using they/them pronouns is still a foreign concept for some people
- Maka would definitely tease him but ultimately, she's glad he had asked for help
- after realizing that it was a rather simple concept to understand
- he'd get SOOO cocky
- he absolutely loves your style
- obviously thinks you're the coolest person to ever exist
- now the only thing in his way??
- your shyness
- he's only interacted with you a few times but because he tends to be a bit abrasive, you usually keep your distance
- the few times that Stein had called on you in class to answer a question was the most he's really heard you talk
- you were good friends with Kid though
- so you ended up hanging out with the group a lot
- he's seen how passionate you could get whilst talking about your hobbies or about things you liked to Kid or Liz
and Patty
- it made him a gajillion times more attracted to you
- after FINALLY gaining the courage to ask you out (you can thank Black Star for telling him that it wasn't cool to be such
a wimp)
- he'd be on cloud nine
- being in a relationship with Soul would be fun
- he'd be a little awkward at first but he'd soon ease into it
- he's really good at respecting your pronouns
- in the case that he slips up, which i don't really think he would, but if he does he'd feel absolutely terrible
- like he'd beat himself up so hard
- he would do anything to make it up to you
- 100% would cook you a super nice dinner as an apology
- if anybody ever made fun of your style or your pronouns, it's over for that person
- they'd have, not only Soul and Maka on their ass, but they'd have Black Star and Tsubaki, AND the literal son of the grim
reaper and his twin pistols
- overall, Soul would be such a sweetheart
- you make him so, so soft
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- gosh i love him so much
- okay
- Kid is definitely somebody who would be up front with his feelings
- he knows about your use of different pronouns and he really admires your bravery to be so open about it
- i feel like he's definitely thought about going by he/they pronouns
- thinks it's absolutely adorable how shy you are
- despite being shy and closed off, he never overlooked you like some students or other staff
- he knows how clever you are
- don't even get me started on your style
- he love love loves your goth style
- especially when you wear anything with skulls on it
- when it comes to his feelings, Liz gets fed up with how ridiculous he's being
- she's watched him break down crying because the stripes on his head aren't symmetrical and someone as precious as you
would think he's trash
- which obviously isn't true
- he sees you out on the balcony, sat on the ledge and book in hand
- he's noticed you with it a lot but it's only the 1st book of a series
- he figures that maybe you just haven't had the chance to find the rest of them
- after some research, he finds that the series had been completed but because of the lack of readers, it was put out of
production and copies were pulled out of libraries and bookstores
- but alas, he had found one of the only complete series in existence in somewhat excellent condition
- it was quite expensive but that was really no problem
- he had wrapped up the set and had gifted them to you with a note and as you read the note, your cheeks burned
- he confessed his feelings
- the next day, you had approached him and thanked him for the gift as well as confessing your own feelings for him
- he thought the stuttering and flushed cheeks was adorable
- 100% the power couple at the DWMA
- sorry i don't make the rules
- Liz and Patty are definitely in love with you, especially with how versatile your fashion is
- Patty has definitely volunteered to paint your nails before
- MATCHING RINGS
- Kid definitely gets you a et of skull rings, just like his
- will go beast mode on anyone who makes fun of your style and/or use of pronouns
he's be such a gentleman and he practically worships the ground you walk on
- as he should  
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- Stein would be quite used to the use of they/them pronouns since he has students who go by them
- when there's word of a new teacher at DWMA who goes by they/them, he's quite intrigued
- so much so that he would volunteer to show you around the enormous school
- 10/10 falls in love with you instantly
- your shy demeanor is such a contrast to your style
- definitely lives for teasing you
- anything to make you stutter
- but he'd be very blunt about his feelings
- he makes sure that you're being respected by students and staff alike
- threatens anybody who doesn't
- he gets you some screw earrings or a necklace (if you don't have piercings)
- it's his way of making sure people know that you're his
- Stein would be an excellent significant other
- he's a bit more on the playful side so just always be prepared for cheeky remarks
- he doesn't mind your shyness at all
- since he doesn't really favor going out too much so most of your dates are in doors, his place or yours
- probably with a cup of coffee and a book
- he can be sweet when he wants to
- isn't really into pda but i wouldn't be too surprised if he had a moment of spontaneity and pull you into his arms and
kiss you passionately  
- some students think it's romantic and others definitely tease the both of you
- since your social battery probably runs out pretty quick, he loves that it gives him an out from tiring staff get
togethers
- Death Scythe thinks it's absolutely HYSTERICAL to make fun of Stein's moments of softness
- but ultimately, he thinks the way Stein looks at you is sweet and makes him happy that his friend has found someone like
you
- cause you're the best
- duh
- his wardrobe has infinitely improved since the both of you got together
- all thanks to you
- overall 15/10 a good significant other
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- ahh Crona, sweet sweet Crona
- they're the freaking cutest
- now i know that in the anime and manga, it's written that he uses he/him pronouns but it seem like on tumblr everyone has
just settled on using they/them instead because of Crona's androgynous style and frankly it's a bit of an unclear area
- so uhhh yeah, let's get started
- Crona would have trouble admitting that they had feelings for you, so they tries to hide it but alas, Maka had caught on
- it took Soul a bit longer to realize but he eventually did
- the group had caught on and thought it was adorable
- all of them had tried to help in any way they could
- but Crona just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you
- the both of you were quite shy so it was nearly impossible to get some type of interaction between the two of you
- Crona also really loved your style
- the both of you were similar in so many ways
- Black Star had actually been the one to let it slip that Crona had harbored some kind of affection for you
- Tsubaki had smacked him upside the head and chastised him since it wasn't his place to say anything
- but now that it was out in the open, it had given you the slight confidence boost you needed to confess
- but when you did, Crona just stood frozen, almost mortified by your words
- you took it as rejection and ran off into the woods surrounding the school campus
- Ragnarok had then made an appearance and started tugging at Crona's cheeks and telling them that they should go after you
- but of course, they hadn't
- instead, turning to Maka and Tsubaki for help
- the two had taken it upon themselves to look for you and clear up any misunderstandings
- the next day, Crona had approached you and apologized
- even though they're words were stuttered, you appreciated the gesture and asked Crona on a proper date
- they accepted before panicking because it had dawned on them that they had never been on a date before
- overall, Crona is such a sweet partner
- sure, a bit unexperienced but sweet nonetheless
- they try their best
- both of you have similar styles and everyone thinks the both of you are just the most adorable couple on campus
- Crona loved hearing you talk about the things you loved
- your eyes would sparkle and you'd move your hands so animatedly
- it's almost like you're a different person in that moment
- they just adored you
- they'd get upset if someone had disrespected your pronouns
- Ragnorak would definitely rage if someone disrespected you
- as much as he hated to admit it, he really really liked you
- mainly because you always carried sweets around for him
- ugh I just love Crona
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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
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This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
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