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mactavishsgfandwife · 2 months

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saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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mynameisnotfiveweenies · 3 months

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You've always been beautiful | Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Reader

Summary: After a bad date, Bakugou comforts you

Being in love was hard. Being in love with Katsuki Bakugou was even harder.

We went to middle school together and he was an ass. He thought because he had an amazing quirk that made him better than everyone else, I didn't like that. Izuku is my best friend and a target for bullies. I would take no shit. I stood up for Izuku many times, using my water quirk to counteract Bakugou's explosions. He turned a nasty shade of red whenever I did that.

Izuku learnt how to stand up for himself in UA and developed into an amazing hero so I wasn't needed as much to fight off the bullies, which meant me and Bakugou became nothing but classmates. That was until I began to fall for him.

It was easy, natural. I first started noticing him, like really noticing. The way he would train in class, the way his back muscles would tense under his costume when we would be in class, everything. I didn't tell anyone. There was no way he would like me or even find me attractive, so I kept it to myself.

It was around the middle of third year, when I had turned eighteen, that I started dating. I was on the usual apps and met a few people from there, most of them nice, some neutral and one guy a complete dick.

This one guy, lets call him Pete, was an asshole. I have always been big. Despite the training and the diet, I was big. It rarely bothered me and it never effected my training. I was happy with the way I looked.

I dressed in a maxi length, bodycon dress that clung to my hips, ass and my belly. I wore a cropped denim jacket to keep the cold out. I felt confident and wore light makeup and hoop earrings.

I came down from my dorm room and passed the living room, where everyone was having a movie night. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and my cheeks heated up.

Mina was the first to notice me as I tried to sneak passed and wolf whistled. "Damn mama!"

The whole class turned then and the whistling continued.

I couldn't help but glance at Bakugou. He did not whistle but he eyes were fixed on me. I placed my hands in front of my belly and walked quickly to the door, wanting to escape his gaze.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed as I opened the door.

"Use protection!" I heard Mina shout and I giggled out the door.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant. I turned up ten minutes late and found him siting near the window.

"Hey!" I greeted and he looked up.

He looked at me with wide eyes as I sat down.

That's when I knew, he didn't think I was going to be big.

My pictures did not hide anything, I showed everything as I had enough of being turned down because of my weight. He seemed to expect someone smaller.

The first red flag was when I ordered.

"I'll have a burger please." I shut the menu and handed it to the waitress with a smile.

"Really?" He said, his eyebrow turned up.

"Yeah?"

He didn't reply but his eyes were wide, I held my tongue.

The food was really good but he barely spoke. He kept glancing at me.

We ended the date and I couldn't wait to get out. I knew he wasn't interested and made me split the bill.

We were outside, he was waiting for a taxi. I said, "Thanks for the date."

He scoffed, putting a cigeratte between his teeth. "Well, you should really warn your dates you're fat in the future, by the way."

Despite everything, it stung.

"Yeah?" I said, my anger building. "Well you should warn your dates you're a short asshole, by the way."

I turned on my heel and walked away. My anger made me walk fast until I got closer to the dorms and I began to cry.

It was stupid. I liked how I looked but the comments were hard sometimes. I had been told my whole life that unless I lost weight, no one would ever love me. I believed for a long time. I tried everything, every diet you can think of. I starved myself, made myself sick but this is it. I am just big. I train everyday and eat well to be a hero for fucks sake, I am not unhealthy. But, a small part of me still believed that.

I made it to the dorms and sat down on the porch steps, sobbing.

I kept crying until I heard the front door open, I wiped my tears as quickly as I could. I looked up and saw Bakugou standing there, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can you cry any louder?" He said before sitting next to me, sighing.

I chuckled humourlessly, wiping my eyes. "Sorry."

He looked at me curiously, "What no 'fuck off'?"

I shook my head, "Not in the mood to fight tonight Bakugou."

He stayed quiet for a bit before, "Does this have something to do with your date?"

I looked over at him for a minute. "Do you really wanna hear about it?"

He nodded, serious. Weird.

"Well, the guy was obviously expecting someone who looked very different from me." My throat caught and I breathed evenly. "He barely spoke and kept just...glancing. I ordered a burger and he was all like 'really?' You know? Insinuating I should eat a salad or something."

Bakugou scoffed, his face contoured in familiar anger.

"I ignored it and carried the conversation. At the end, I said thank you and you know what he said?"

I looked over at Bakugou, tears in my eyes. He inclined his head. I looked away.

"He said, 'next time you should warn your dates your fat'. Like the way I am and the way I look should come with a warning label...its not like I hide it, all my pictures you can see I'm big."

We stayed quiet for a while and I silently cried.

"Y/N..." Bakugou began and I looked over. He didn't look angry now, he looked murderous. "I hope you know you deserve a lot better than that asshole."

I began to speak and he cut off me off. "Just because your big doesn't mean your unattractive. If anything, you're even more attractive for it."

I stayed silent, taking it all in. It was strange, hearing Bakugou be so nice to me.

"You've always been beautiful, even when we were kids. Don't let one asshole make you this upset."

My stomach clenched as he spoke, taking in his words. Oh my god. I couldn't believe it.

I looked at him, my mouth parted slightly. "You mean it?"

He looked forward, refusing to meet my eyes but nodded.

I grinned, leant forward and kissed his cheek lightly. He tensed up but I stood up before he could say anything. He looked up at me, a slight pink to his cheeks that made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

"You're beautiful too, Katsuki." I said and then quickly escaped back into the dorms.

The look on his face, rosey cheeks and lips parted made me burst with hope. Maybe, just maybe, my crush on him is reciprocated.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! As a big girl myself I love writing this kind of thing, send in your requests!

#katsuki bakugou #fluff #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha self insert #mha #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader #mha x chubby reader #chubby reader #bakugou x chubby!reader

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leavemebetosleep · 12 days

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do you have any good fluttercord fic recs?

OH BOY DO I. In no particular order (except of when I thought of them):

1: Non-Entity by Captain Wuzz: An AU in which, instead of being turned to stone, Discord was shot in the head with a magic arrow that takes away his sentience and magic for a 1,000 years. Fluttershy mistakes him for a wounded animal and brings him home. I loved it so much.

2: Chaotic Neutral by C-Puff: The magic is starting to fade from Equestria, and the Main 6 and Discord go on an adventure to find out why, and reverse it. A bit of AU, in the sense it was written before the show was done, so it diverts in some places because of that. Super sweet, and I love the character development here.

3: Time is Taller than Space is Wide by Dott. Can also be read on Ao3 if you prefer. Soulmate AU (?) fic with a Groundhog Day style twist. I rarely see fics play with the idea of what if Fluttershy and Discord's friendship had started when they first met, so this is fun.

4 & 5: Blank and it's sequel Reconnection by @geekcat. Can also be read on fanfic.net. AU in which, before Discord can choose friendship over ruling Equestria, Twilight remembers a "reformation" spell. He is stripped of his free will, and Fluttershy does her best to bring him back. If you don't like the idea of Twilight being a villain, you might not like this one, but I think her villain arc in this is done in a perfect way for her character. It's super heart wrenching in many places, but in a good way.

6: Our Fair Lady of the Chaos Lord, also by GeekCat Can also be read on fanfic.net. Fairy tale inspired AU in which Fluttershy is a princess who's father is pressuring her to marry noble knight Sir Big Mac. Wanting to be sure he's a good person, she makes a deal with the Chaos Lord, letting herself be "kidnapped" so she can test his character. You can guess who she falls for instead. Honestly I've enjoyed all of GeekCat's fics, so they're getting an extra mention. Check out the rest of their fluttercord fics if you like any of these.

7: The Draconequus with the Dragon Tattoo by A M Shark This is a major case of, strange premise, kick ass results. Basically an AU based off Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson, with Discord as Lisbeth, and Fluttershy as an amalgamation of Mikael and several other characters, but focusing more on the murder mystery aspect of that book, and less on the...everything else. If you're familiar with GwtDT, don't worry, there's no rape scenes. Again, it's more about the murder mystery part. If you're not familiar with GwtDT, then don't worry again, because you don't need to know the original to enjoy it. It's just Discord and Fluttershy playing detective and solving a murder together. It has two sequels, but I haven't read them yet, and it didn't feel right to rec something I haven't read.

8: The Corpse Bride by Bad Horse. Dark fic. No relation to the Burton movie. Fluttershy dies in a tragic accident, and Discord brings her back from the dead as his zombie wife. Her friends (sans Pinkie) are horrified. Has a fantastic twist ending. If you like some of the darker stuff, def worth a read.

Bonus: Comic rec: The Last Adventure by Eveeka. Taking place after the final defeat of Tirek, Cozy, and Chrysalis, Discord gets into a depressive funk after shouldering the hatred from Ponyville citizens for his latest actions, but also because his friends seem to never be available anymore. He starts to think maybe Equestria would be better off without him, as he can't seem to exist with out making everyone miserable, and decides to hide away in the Everfree forest. Fluttershy, worried when he doesn't show up for tea, asks her friends for help, only to discover there's a monster running lose there he and the rest of Equestria might be in danger from. This fic has two endings, so keep reading even when it seems like it's over. You've got one more ending left. This one nearly made me cry.

#fluttercord #fanfic recs

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peasantexchangeprogram · 9 days

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helloo since we're on the topic: top historical fiction (or adjacent) ? can be any time period I just really love your taste in shows/games/etc and am always on the lookout for history inspired media !

thank you!!! im rly glad im like. inspiring other ppl to engage w things im insane abt hudofajsdfdassfsad. anyways. i will probably expand that list bc i literally forgot every single thing i ever read. also i havent watched that many movies so far

ancient times: i havent really watched a lot of movies/series set in ancient times so far :(

rome HBO (2005-2007) (tv series) - OF COURSE. i personally think its one of the best series ever made. they combine political, miliatry history with the lives of every day people in an incredible way. they never let you once engage with the series through modern lenses. according to my teacher (a historian, archeologist & self described 'romaphile') its incredibly historically accurate, mostly the clothing, set designs, characterization, military practices, etc. except for the things they straight up made up, of course.

i really enjoyed gladiator (2000), i think its a masterpiece.

prince of egypt (1998) i guess?

all the asterix movies of course, all the animated ones and most of the live actions. but i wouldnt really call it historical fiction

ok i havent actually finished watching it for now but sebastiane (1976) - an erotic, x rated, gay interpretation of the martyrdom of st sebastian. its in latin also.

wait i cant believe i forgor about assassin's creed odyssey - so far the only one ive played. its so fun and incredibly immersive visually. especially pour moi who cries into the pillow about how ill never experience the ancient world. also you can b a faggot which is always fun. i have things to say about their portrayal of same-sex sexuality and slavery in classical greece but i get why they did that considering its supposed to like. appeal to a lot of people, and a more "historically accurate" portrayal (for example of pederasty or how common slavery was etc.) would b v difficult for a lot of their target audience. alas.

medieval and early modern era:

the name of the rose (1986) - my medieval history teacher literally showed us bits of this movie to teach us about monasteries and monks fhdosiasdjasd.

the borgias (2011-2013) - incredibly messy, lots of political intrigue, and so so fun to watch. about the history of the borgia family. filled to the brim with drama.

the three musketeers (1993) - my favorite adaptation, also coincidentally the one i grew up on. casting tim curry as richelieu was genius. he slays so hard.

i also like bbc's the musketeers (2014-2016) - a neat little series. very fun and entertaining to watch.

outlaw king (2018) - like i dont think most ppl heard of this movie. its about robert the bruce's fight to reclaim the throne of scotland. starring chris pine

vikings (2013-2020) - its fun. i havent watched the entire series tho. dont expect anything resembling historical accuracy

the northman (2022) - you will see something resembling historical accuracy

mihai viteazul (michael the brave) (1971) - a fun movie. very much romanian propaganda tho.

1670 (2023-) - such a fun series!!! incredible cast, shows respect to the actual history and the lives of historical people. really cute and funny.

caravaggio (1986) - a biopic about caravaggio.

wait i also forgor about pentiment - an intriguing, immersive, and incredibly beautiful video game! it has a lot of 'the name of the rose' vibes, with it being a medieval murder mystery taking place in a monastery. its incredibly touching and made me cry, and in the last few years i very rarely cry. also im 99% sure its an indie game? go support the creators!

vaguely-medieval/early modern fantasy:

mirror mirror (2012) - a retelling of snow white. a very fun movie imo, with incredible costume design. julia roberts plays the evil queen and she SLAYS. armie hammer is unfortunately in that movie.

stardust (2007) - one of my fave movies growing up. more modern-inspired but still.

the green knight (2021) - controversial i know but i actually loved this movie! i liked it both as a standalone movie but moreso as a 21st century adaptation to sir gawain and the green knight.

galavant (2015-2016) - !!!!!!! one of the most series ever! they manage to tackle such difficult concepts and conversations with a hilarious wit. so fun to watch. i listen to a lot of the songs still, and rewatch every once in a while.

disenchantment (2018-2023) - very fun to watch, especially the first season.

i also really liked the novel uprooted by naomi novik. its a polish-inspired fantasy.

modern era:

killers of the flower moon (2023) - of course. a masterpiece

aferim! (2015) - a romanian movie set in 19th century wallachia, about two officers, a father and son, who were sent by a nobleman to retrieve an escaped enslaved romani man. a lot of the people in the comments were calling the movie humorous and funny, maybe im missing smth (as im watching with subtitles n dont understand the original language) but it was a very difficult watch for me??

the handmaiden (2016) - need i say more

black sails (2014-2017) - a prequel to the famous novel 'treasure island'. not an easy series to watch. incredibly good.

the favourite (2018) - need i say more pt 2

the rabbi's cat (le chat du rabbin) (2011) - animated movie set in early 20th century algeria. a rabbi's cat learns to talk overnight.

the nice guys (2016) - a fun murder mystery set in the 1970s

o brother, where art thou (2000) - a retelling of the odyssey set in the southern us in the 1930s

victor/victoria (1982) - set in early 20th century paris. julie andrews pretends to be a man and takes on a job as a drag queen. extremely fun, extremely gay movie.

lady chatterley's lover (2022) - very much porn for moms but it was a nice watch imo

amulet (2020) - set in like. idk. sometime in the 20th century. this is a horror movie, deals a lot with misogyny, sa, and so on. i really like it, personally. a lot of people, mostly weird men, dont tho.

the great (2020-2023) - i have mixed feelings about this show. on the one hand, its really fun to watch. on the other hand, its basically ofmd for girls who have public mental breakdowns whenever someone claims corsets were oppressive. and theyre so weird about russians, jesus christ.

disses:

domina (2021-) - i just couldnt get into it, esp since i tried right after finishing rome hbo. it was kind of silly, and not in a good way. takes itself wayyyy to seriously.

i didnt like spartacus (2010-2013) - the dialogue was almost grotesque and the editing, especially the transitions, straight up killed me

damsel (2024) - holy fuck what a trainwreck of a movie. absolute waste of angela basset and robin wright. the only good thing were the costumes.

lancelot du lac (1974) - i just didnt like it at all. couldnt get into it. i guess it was way too french and artsy fartsy for me. a movie that was trying to say both too little and too much at the same time.

i didnt rly like bram stoker's dracula (1992) - i mean. it was a fine movie. it was definitely not the godfather. the movie itself was meh. the visuals tho? absolutely stunning

#asks #anon #mine*#slavery ment #sa ment

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glux2 · 5 months

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Musing: Emotional connection

Recently a very close person to me suggested i binge watch "Angel Hare", before that day my only exposure to that project was a fan game that had a very funny punchline in lampooning the "cursed videogame" genre.

So i watched the whole thing and it was great.

This scene right here made me feel more feelings than most of the media i have watched/played/read in like the last 5 years or so.

So it made my mind wonder, like, "hold on, when was the last time i felt this strongly about a piece of entertainment?"

Sure, if you know me, i felt strongly about the ongoing plotline for Noelle on Deltarune, so one would think "2021 when chapter two came out", right? but no, i got very invested but it wasn't it.

The last time i felt so strongly about a piece of media was actually Deltarune's predecesor, Undertale in 2015.

I finished Undertale in tears, i got in a very bad funk when i found out about the genocide ending, it truly made me feel emotions.

So i began to ponder, just what really moves me?

Full disclosure: I don't cry at movies. This is not a "look at me i am a badass who is not beheld by feelings" statement, no, i kinda just dont connect emotionally with movies as easily as other people.

I have talked about this, many times actually, Toy Story 3 did not make me cry, it always bothers me how people at the time were like "if TS3 didn't make you cry, you have no soul" and shit like that, so let me repeat something i have said many times before:

Toy Story 3 was a movie i went to see the day doctors had informed me my mother had entered terminal phase of cancer.

My friends took me to see TS3 when i felt the greatest sadness i have ever felt in my entire life. And im glad TS3 was a pretty funny movie that managed to distract me from what i was going through. TS3 uplifted me when i had a very real reason to cry.

So what im getting at is, i rarely connect emotionally with what conventionally makes people emotionally connected, not that i havent felt strong emotions from movies, but as we'll get to later, it's just not the stuff you would expect, when we get back to movies you'll be thinking, "what the fuck, Toy story 3 did not make you emotional but THIS THING DID?!"

So, if traditional "emotional things" rarely have moved me i began to think to myself, "what are things that have made me feel this strongly?"

I realized it's the damn weirdest things.

I'll try to list things that i can remember making me feel this emotional.

Now i'll be upfront, im not a very cultured person, so you'll notice most of this is...not very high brow.

Also, obviously spoilers for all this stuff im about to talk about.

Before we begin: Honorable mention goes to me finding out i had repressed memories of being traumatized as a kid by being show an animated adaptation of "Pilgrim's progress" by an aunt, which disturbed me greatly towards the end as the main character dies and before it the souls of two people he met are condemned to eternal damnation from making MISTAKES, not sins, not evil, but THE FUCKING MISTAKE of exploring alternate routes before them.

-Yoshi's Island, 1994 When i was a wee one Yoshi was one of my fave videogame characters, so of course i was beyond hype when a game where you play as yoshi came out, the ending is one of the greatest moments in videogame history, the beautiful music, the journey of the stork, and finally the classic Mario fan fare playing as baby mario and baby luigi being held by their parents with the words "Heroes are born", it's such a powerful moment. To this day i still cannot listen to that credits music without tearing up.

Sequel? Retcon?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, SHUT UP, THIS IS THE PERFECT ENDING AND NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED AFTER IT!

-The bicentennial man, 1999 The bicentennial man is one of the biggest examples of a movie being fucking mischaracterized in the marketing, this movie is based on Isaac Asimov's short story and later novel, it stars Robin Williams, so all marketing was presenting the movie as Robin Williams comedy movie, IT. IS. NOT. The bicentennial man is a scifi drama about the existential search for meaning and the nature of what truly is to be alive. You get invested on the quest of this robot trying to find humanity for 200 years, and the punchline to this movie is, in his quest for humanity he forgoes the immortality being a machine provides him as he had developed the way to turn himself biological, still artificial but biological, and he dies peacefully on his sleep before he can be told that humanity had declared him, legally, a human being. To me it was such a powerful moment, he found true meaning to his life, became human, yet died before knowing so.

-Courage the cowardly dog, "The Mask", 2002 This is a legendary episode of an already great show that has a lot of very good emotional moments, some may cite episodes like "the giving tree" or "the last star maker", but for me it's this one. For those who have never experienced this episode, it revolves around a cat girl named Kitty who one day shows up at Courage's farm and she's wearing an upsetting mask, she abuses courage because she believes all dogs are bad. The mask serves 2 purposes, one is metaphorical, "her inability to face reality", the second is to hide her identity as she believes she is in danger. The thing is, she is on the run because her lover best friend Bunny is trapped in an abusive relationship with a gangster dog who threatened to kill her if she was seen near Bunny ever again, the episode coats the whole situation with a ton of goofiness, but it's actually very fucking dark: A young lesbian is trapped against her will on an abusive relationship with a toxic, violent man who threatened to kill her girlfriend if she refused to date him. Courage, being a good little dog ventures to save Bunny and have her reunite with Kitty because, despite how bad Kitty was to him, he recognizes that Kitty is a victim and she and Bunny deserve better, leading to Courage letting them escape away together, to live happy and free. I don't think it's just me, but the final image of Kitty and Bunny hugging as the train takes them to freedom felt so powerful to me.

-Twisted Metal Head-on, 2002 This is one of the weirdest things i have ever gotten emotionally invested, but honestly? i love when some shitposting franchise suddenly manages to pull this off, specially given the set up for this whole thing im going to describe starts in an early game as a fucking joke. So to contextualize this, the first two Twisted metal games were helmed by the og creators of the franchise, TM 3, 4 and small brawl were made by different developers when the creators lost the rights, but during the PS2 era when the og developers came back and created TM: Black, and TM: Head-on, Black was a reboot, Head-on was a retcon sequel to TM 2 that eliminated TM3 from the timeline, but not TM 4. Still with me? Okay so TM2 had this character, Krista Sparks, who was the revealed to be the daughter of the main antagonist of the game, Calypso, but hold on? wasn't Calypso's backstory that his family died in a tragic accident which lead him to become evil? So turns out, the FBI retrieved his daughter's corpse, turned it into a robot with a bomb with the intend to make her get close to Calypso and blow him up. The ending ends comically with a message reading "The FBI wishes to thank you for putting an end to Twisted metal". Stil Still with me?!?!?! ok! so Head on! In this game Krista is back, as a ghost, her ending consists on her confronting her dad, who has now brought up so much pain, misery and death to the world, Calypso tries to explain that the nature of his powers mean he has to do this otherwise he cannot use his powers, and his plan was for Krista to win so he could bring her back and her mom to life, but Krista is so horrified with what has happened that she refuses and blurts "I wish the accident that killed me and mom never happened" the intention being impeding Calypso from becoming this evil super natural villian, but as per all endings, it's always a monkey paw affair and Calypso knows it, looking saddened he grants the wish because he has no option, his powers force him to. Briefly Krista has a vision of her childhood with her dad before he became evil as they share a sweet moment playing on a swing set. HARD CUT TO A HOSPITAL, Krista is on a bed in coma, Calypso is there and whispers to her something along the lines of "Sleep tight my dear, may you finally find peace", as Calypso is leaving the hospital you can hear 2 doctors talking, mentioning that Krista had been in coma for more than a decade and apparently Calypso just had found out. Excuse me Twisted Metal, but WHAT THE FUCK? You are a dumb fucking edgy car combat game, how dare you make me feel these things?

-Mother 3, 2006 (translation on 2008) Mother 3 hopefully needs no introduction, or maybe it does, because many people have reduced it to a joke due to how nintendo stubbornly refuses to give us an official release, but also many of you must know this franchise is the spark that ignited the flame of the absolute Juggernaut Undertale would become, as well as many other games influenced by it. The Mother/Earthbound games were known for being quirky and deviating from the standard conventions of the game, notably for the modern day setting and unorthodox choices of how you deal with the villians, they were always billed as emotional, but i feel they did not live up to that...until 3. The general narrative to Mother 3 is about how greed is destroying the world, the main villian corrupting what we see of the world (a paradise little town where everybody is nice) by introducing luxury, money and status....and also stomping everything with his fascist army and cyborg mutants. Mother 3 is a game about how the worst traits of humanity are destroying the world and upsetting nature. Mother 3 is also the story of 2 twin brothers who suffer tragedy after tragedy after tragedy that ultimately pits them one against the other with the fate of the world at stake. Mother 3 punches you almost immediately by killing the mother character (which i might mention you're encouraged to name after your own mother) at the end of the first chapter and how this affects her surviving family. one of the Twins, Claus, is so disturbed that he decides to on on his own to try to kill the monster that took his mom, while the other, Lucas, was too afraid and weak to stop his brother, resulting on Claus dying as well...but the badguys take his corpse and reanimate it into a cold, emotionless cyborg who follow's the big bad's order and is using him to try to cause the end of the world. In the climax of the story Lucas is force to confront Claus, clause is a brain washed cyborg, his master is out of the picture and all he can do is fight, you can't reason with him...and then.... Lucas and Claus begin to hear a voice, a familiar voice, it's their mother, reaching for them from beyond the grave, pleading for them to stop fighting, suddenly Lucas and Claus both have a flash back to when they were babies, overhearing their parents talk about the hopes they have for them, the many things they will be able to achieve together, this makes Clause snap out of his brain washing, removing the helmet that had been hiding his face since he was resurrected, Lucas and him have a moment as they are finally reunited, Claus realizes all the bad things he has done while under control of the bad guy and realizes he must atone for his crimes, he prepares a lightning attack he knows cannot hurt Lucas and cause HIM to die. "Im sorry for all the problems i caused" he says as he is dying on his dad's arm, "I must go to where mom is now", as he passes away he can hear his mother calling for him, "You just be so tired" she says. Now i know it will sound insane for people to hear a videogame of all things can make one so emotional, but damn, just recollecting these scenes for this dumb post has made me start to cry, the emotional punch of this scene is very strong, it demolished me when i played the game back in the day, but now? After my own mother passed away? I have been scared of playing this game again. I mot sure if im emotionally prepare to go though that again, even 10+ years later. That's how powerful this scene was to me.

-Elite Beat Agents, 2007 If you have played this game, you know were im going, for those who dont, EBA is a silly rhythm game about secret agent cheer leaders that are dispatched around the world to help people in need by raising their spirit and allow them to overcome adversity, the game is insanely wacky and have scenarios like helping a ninja car salesman prevent a company from stealing his company's secrets, helping a washed up baseball star fight a lava spitting golem rampaging on an amusement park and traveling back in time to help davinci paint the mona lisa. EBA is also the second game in the Ouendan series, and there is something you need to know about this series: They all include tearjerker levels to contrast with all the goofiness. "A christmas Wish" is a christmas themed level set to Chicago's "You are the inspiration" and the story to this level is positively DEVASTATING: A few months before christmas a business man tells his daughter and wife he has to go on a business trip but he promises he'll be back just in time for christmas, the girl asks him to bring back a "girlfriend" for her teddy bear. The father dies on a plane crash. When the mother breaks the news to the little girl she gets angry, crying to the skies that her dad promised he would be back for christmas. The backdrop of the stage is set the girl and the mom doing things to remember the dad, like looking through a photo album and baking a cake for his birthday, it's very sweet, but...this is EBA, if you're doing poorly you see the "bad" versions of these scenes, and in this one, one is very devastating, the little girl is having a dream where she's chasing the spirit of her dad, if you're doing well she calls for him and for a brief moment the dad stops and starts turning towards her, if you're doing bad the spirit fades away and the girl wakes up in tears. Dear goodness. But of course, if you beat the level you get this sequence of the ghost of the dad showing up on chrismas morning to fullfil his promise, giving the little girl the teddy bear he promised and having the chance to say good bye to his family.

This punches you really fucking hard in the gut. I am incapable of doing this level without ending in tears. For a time i could not even listen to this song without tearing up until, i shit you now, the deadpool movie used it on a comedy scene.

-Punch out!!, 2009 This one is one i know got me because of personal nostalgia, when i was a wee one the og NES punch out was a big part of my childhood, Punch Out!! on the wii was a masterfully crafted tribute to the franchise. To not dwell too much time on this, this game has an interesting quirk, the ending is a downer ending and it's the only ending you can get. After you beat the last opponent there is a sequence where Mac and Doc seemingly are having a disagreement, where Mac seemingly has decided that if he loses 3 times, he'll retire from boxing completely. After this you face randomly opponents from the game, the first time you lose in this mode you lose your champion title, after three loses, it's game over and the story mode becomes locked for that save file. The final cutscene is Doc walking through what seems to be a gallery with boxing memorabilia, and untold number of years later, he is alone, he spots his old bike on this gallery and rings the bell, he looks up and speak to an absent Mac, "Good job son, good job", as he leaves the camera pans to reveal he was looking at a framed photo of him and Mac on one of their training sessions. The music on this sequence is so perfect, and it was aimed at people like me, people who grew up with the franchise, the idea was making it feel like Doc was reminiscing of YOUR time with punch out when you were a kid, and to make you think about how far YOU have come since the first time you played the games in an arcade, or your nes, or snes. It's actually pretty effective and it got me.

-Regular Show, "Trucker Hall of Fame", 2012 What makes this one different from others instances of me making me emotional, it's, much like the "Angel Hare" example at the top, this one is all about WARM HAPPY FEELINGS, so for those who did not watch this episode, let me summarize it for you: One day Muscleman gets word that his dad, who was his personal hero, has passed away, and he's tasked with carrying his final wish, spread his [hat's] ashes in a place called "Trucker hall of fame", you see, Muscleman was lead to believe his dad was a legendary trucker and that earned him his admiration, but during the episode Muscleman finds out he was lied to, his dad was a forklift driver that the truckers belittled, altho feeling cheated for having been lied to he carries on with his father's wishes. Now because this is regular show, when they arrive at the trucker's hall of fame they are immediately attacked by ghost trucker for "desecrating the hall of fame" as they spread the ashes something happens: The ghost of Muscleman's dad manifests himself and saves his son, taking the chance to apologize to his son and having the chance to say his final good bye personally. Despite the inherent silliness of the show's premise, i think this episode really did a good job on expressing that sense of catharsis of making peace with the passing of a love one.

-The Final Girls, 2015 A friend suggested we watched this movie, and much like Twisted metal up there, i absolutely did not expect for this incredibly stupid comedy horror movie to hit me with any sort of emotional connection, and yet... The Final Girls opens with the main character in a car with her mom, who is an struggling C-tier actress whose biggest achievement ever was appearing on a Friday the 13th knock off movie, during this sequence they get in an accident where the mom dies and even after it's been some time since the accident the main character has not properly moved on from the passing of her mom. Her friends and some people at the college she attends are preparing this horror movie festival where the main event is they are going to play the movies from the franchise her mom was on, and they suggest she should come. Then some bullshit happens and they all end up somehow trapped in the world of the movie. A quick rundown of the rules of horror movies is explained to them, the monster cannot be defeated by fighting it, it's only the final girl who can defeat the killer, and unfortunately for them they accidentally killed the character that, in the canon of the movie, is the final girl, so they believe one of them has to become the final girl and end the movie to hopefully get out of it. The problem is, the main character is experimenting shock from interacting with her mom's character, she is not taking well to seeing her mom on the flesh and she dedicates the entire movie to "save her mom", in the climax of the movie the mom character begins to understand that she is a fictional character and the nature of her attachment to the main character, understanding that they cannot be both the final girl and if then main character wants to make it back to the real world she has to learn "To let go", choosing to sacrifice herself so there is only one final girl. It's kinda weird, that of all possible premises, this managed to make a "You need to move on" message that somehow managed to resonate with me, you might have figured out by now a running theme here, but, i was really hard for me to deal with my mother's passing even if it's been years since it happened, so it's kinda funny for me to think these are the places i have found comfort from.

-Undertale, 2015 Okay this is tumblr, i already talked about Undertale on the prologue to, whatever the fuck im doing here, you know what undertale is, you know how effective it is, Undertale is really well designed for you to grow emotionally attached to these characters, so being able to see all these characters you know have grown attached to have their happy ending on the pacifist ending does fill one with a very satisfactory warm happy feeling that can move you to tears. ...Or you can be bummed out by being a little greedy gaming bitch and taking a look at the bad ending. Because you just couldn't help yourself, could you?

-Onward, 2020 This movie did not hit me as hard as the most emotional entries on this, but it still got me, because in the end of the day the main motivation of the characters on this movie is experiencing closure, catharsis over the death of their father, for Ian it's the fact that he died before he was born so he never met him and is driven by this desire to finally see the father who he shares such a connection with on the stories everybody who knew him in life have told him, and then there is Barley, the elder brother, who did know his dad in life, but is tortured by how, as a kid, he did not properly say good bye to him because he was terrified of death and avoided being there for him in his final days. The ending for this movie is very powerful, Ian choosing to sacrifice being able to meet his dad in the flesh, even for a few minutes, in order to give Barley the chance to being able to properly make peace with his dad and properly say good bye to him. Ian doesn't even get to SEE this, he does not get to see his dad even tho it was what he wanted most of all, but he understood bringing closure to Barley was more important than his selfish desire to see his dad, someone he never knew in life.

So what have i learned from whatever the hell this trainwreck of a post is...i guess that what really gets to me, what really moves me, is when a character, maybe not even someone i can realistically relate to, gets to experience closure, catharsis and be in peace with the people who are missing on their life. The majority of these things in here, even the Angel Hare example, relate to a character being able to experience catharsis by being able to properly make pace or otherwise contact someone they lost, or their ability to move on from this world, so to speak, knowing that their affairs and in order and that their loved ones will be okay.

Things can always look dark, the world may be trying to keep you down, maybe losing someone has been specially hard for you, but it's not the end of the world, you are loved and things can get better, it always hurts and we'll never stop missing what we have lost, but the memories of happier times are there to remind us, we can be happy again, and we can move on, use those memories as your motivation, you can lead yourself to a future filled with light.

#rambling #onward #mother 3 #angel hare #twisted metal #punch out #yoshi's island #undertale #deltarune #regular show #courage the cowardly dog #EBA

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Afraid

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x reader

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Summary: Charles helping his friend while she’s going through a rough patch in her life.

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Approximately six months ago, when he visited her, she was a complete mess. Charles had seen her heartbroken and sad, but never like this. Thinking how this asshole meant that much to her and how bad he managed to hurt her broke Charles’ heart in half. He didn’t deserve her love and Charles didn’t like him since the beginning.

Well, the fact that Charles wasn’t the biggest fan of her new boyfriend had little to do with the guy and everything to do with Charles’ feelings towards her, but he wasn’t ready to admit that yet.

Therefore, when he saw her laying on her couch, surrounded by pizza boxes, ice cream cartons and cookie boxes, Charles felt something he rarely felt. It was an intense mixture of many different emotions, varying from anger to sadness and helplessness. He wanted to hug her and also punch her ex-boyfriend in the face at the same time.

It was bad. Like, catastrophically bad. First off, she was never a messy person; her apartment always looked nice, organized and clean. Second, she never exaggerated with junk food; she mostly looked at it as a treat to have here and there. Only by these two elements, Charles could conclude that she was spiralling, because her apartment currently resembled a place where takeout containers came to die.

He actually didn’t have a clue what to do, but he knew that he needed to do something. Seeing her in this state pulled on Charles’ heartstrings. At first, she wasn’t even sure about letting Charles in her apartment, but he wasn’t about to leave when he saw her tear-streaked face and red eyes. Her shoulders were slumped and Charles never saw her look so defeated.

Charles made her tea and in the process cleared out a couple of cardboard pizza boxes or used tissues that were scattered around. She thanked him with a weak smile and a nod as he put the mug of steaming chamomile tea in her hands. Netflix was playing one of her favourite shows in the background as they sat on the couch, but she wasn’t focused on it. She blew on her tea, trying to cool it off before taking a tentative sip. Charles noticed the dark bags under her eyes and her messy hair and it only made his heart sink further.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, she scolded in a whisper, now looking into Charles’ eyes.

Her voice was croaky and low, another clue that indicated how much she was crying today.

“Like what?” Charles quirked an eyebrow up.

“In pity.”, she sighed. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.”

“The only thing I’m sorry about is not coming sooner.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she kept quiet.

Charles could sense that she didn’t want to talk about the breakup, so he didn’t ask. He was there only to offer support. They cleaned up her apartment together and Charles made her some pasta with veggies. They watched a movie and Charles let her cry into his shoulder as he hugged her close, caressing her back comfortingly as she did so. All in all, he was adamant to take her mind off things but also letting her grieve the breakup and process her emotions.

During all of these months, he visited her as much as he was able to considering his crazy F1 schedule and also convinced her to join him for a couple of races. He was proud to see her cheer for him, no matter how his race weekend went. Charles could’ve sworn that he never saw her smile so much and in such a genuine way as she did during race weekends. It didn’t hurt that she also had friends in the paddock and that everyone she met instantly adored her.

No matter how much Charles loved to see her slowly move on from that asshole who broke her heart, it was a bittersweet feeling. He was aware of the fact that she will never give him a chance to date her and that meant that Charles would need to meet her new boyfriend in the future, whoever the lucky bastard may be. He really didn’t know how he will manage to do that once again, because the feelings he felt towards her grew exponentially each day. As Charles watched her return to her usual, happy self, she started to learn even more about her life, her personality and her quirks, which in turn made him even hungrier to learn more. He would never say it at loud, but Charles loved her. And he wanted to make her his. Although he didn’t have the slightest clue on how to do that.

Even after that particularly good race in Canada, where he ended up on the podium and celebrated with his team like there was no tomorrow; the only thing he could think about was her. When she rushed to hug him after the race, congratulating him on a great race, all he wanted to do was kiss her. As they went partying together in the evening, all he craved was to rip that dress off her body and worship her. In reality, all he managed to do was flirt with her lightly as she giggled cluelessly back at him. So, as they arrived back at the hotel, Charles felt completely disheartened.

Until they came in front of her hotel doors and she grabbed his hand. He was speechless at first. He stared at her as she looked at him with big eyes and asked him to come inside with her in an unsure voice. He only nodded without uttering a word and followed her into the room.

He watched her as she left her purse on the couch and took off her heels. They were both quiet as she turned back around to face him, standing only a couple steps away.

She bit her lip, looking at Charles and then away in shame. “I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

He smiled. “I prefer being with you, too.”

That seemed to calm her down too, because she smiled back.

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence and slowly got ready for bed. Charles assured her that he had no problem sleeping on the couch while she took the bed. He tried not to stare at her too much as she exited the bathroom in her short, cute pyjamas. After she got into bed and wished him a good night, Charles wanted nothing else besides snuggling up to her under the covers. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep because he was exhausted from the whole day. But, in the middle of the night, something made him stir and wake up. As he blinked his eyes open, he felt a soft breeze in the room.

The balcony doors were opened, with the curtains blowing softly in the light air. Even with bleary, half-open eyes, Charles could make out her silhouette in the night. She was leaning against the railing of the balcony, facing away from him.

Slowly, she got off the couch and walked outside, almost sneaking up to her to not disturb this moment of peace. The moon illuminated the calm night and it was so quiet that only the distant waves crashing against the shore could be heard. She jumped as she noticed Charles, her hand going to her chest as she breathed out an exhale.

“You scared me!” she whisper-yelled and Charles chuckled.

“Sorry.”, he shrugged, not seeming even a tad remorseful.

He came up to her and leaned against the railing, but only with one forearm on the metal so his body was facing hers. Even though it was dark, Charles noticed her red eyes and her tear-streaked, blotchy face. She was crying.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What is it? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head, letting out a soft laugh in embarrassment as she wiped a few tears that slipped down her cheek. “Nothing, really. It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not stupid.”, Charles carefully moved his hand up to push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “And it’s not nothing if you’re crying.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, not being able to stare into Charles’ eyes and see his intense, worried look. Without a word, Charles slowly pulled her closer to him, wrapping her into a tight, secure hug. He noticed then how cold her body was compared to his and wondered how long she was standing outside. An indescribable urge washed over him – an urge to protect her, shield her from the outside world in his embrace and from all the things that were hurting her.

“Whatever it is, tell me. I’ll do anything to help you.”, he whispered into her ear as she was shaking in his embrace; whether from the cold or the crying, he wasn’t sure.

She was silent for a long time. Even after she stopped crying and wiped the tears off her face, they stayed like this. She mumbled something about staining his shirt and he assured her that it was fine. Her hands were resting on Charles’ chest, on the shirt that was soaked with her tears, and he could only pray that she wouldn’t notice how fast his heart was beating because of their proximity.

Charles didn’t want to be pushy, but he also wanted to know what was bothering her because he couldn’t stand seeing her hurt. He truly meant it – no matter what it was, Charles would do anything in his power to help her.

Right when he was about to give up on asking, she started talking.

“I’m afraid, Charles.”, she mumbled quietly, her voice shaky.

“Of what?” he asked tentatively.

There was another beat of silence, as her eyes were focused on his chest, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m afraid of nobody wanting me.”, she admitted so softly that Charles barely heard it.

Charles blinked in surprise, his mouth falling open at the confession. It was highly unlikely that she was joking at this moment, but he couldn’t believe that she would even think something like that. That something like this could even cross her mind.

“Are you serious?” he searched her eyes for confirmation and unfortunately he found it.

Her lip was quivering and Charles could see that she was trying her hardest not to start crying again. She closed her eyes and shook her head, her hands coming up to her face to hide it as it contorted into a painful expression.

Charles was panicking. He never saw this facial expression on her – the hurt, the dejection, and the utter despair was evidently displayed for him to see. It was like a blow to his stomach. He actually felt physical pain upon seeing her like this and he was frantically searching for ways to make this better.

He wrapped his hands around her wrists, slowly pulling her hands down. “I don’t understand how a crazy thought like that could even cross your mind.”

She still wasn’t opening her eyes to face Charles and she was even trying to hide from him, turning away. It was hard to put into words what she was feeling, but it was something that she simply couldn’t shake off. There were too many disappointments, and betrayals in the past for her to think that something wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t sure what she was doing wrong, but there had to be something, right? There had to be a defective part of her that made people leave her and never come back into her life.

Charles knew all about those disappointments and betrayals of her past, whether from friends or ex-lovers, but he didn’t think that it left such an impact on her that she would think this way about herself.

She opened her eyes, but she still couldn’t bear to look at him as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. “There has to be an explanation, right? Why everybody leaves…”

Her voice croaked on the last word and Charles’ eyes watered.

He shook his head adamantly, feeling angry about all the people who hurt her and made her think this way. “No. Absolutely not. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

She wiped the tear off her face and stared blankly at one spot in the distance. “I want to know what am I doing wrong, Charles.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong.”, Charles shook his head again. “Listen to me.”

But she was still staring off somewhere far away and it wasn’t until Charles called out her name that she snapped out of it and finally looked at him. He made her face him and listen closely to his words by gently palming her cheeks with both hands.

“You are the most incredible, gorgeous, intelligent…”, Charles started to list in a tender tone. “…the kindest and the most supportive woman I’ve ever met.”

Her mouth quivered again and she bit her lip to prevent herself from sobbing. “I know we’re great friends, Charles, but…”

There was a moment of hesitation, a few seconds of silence as she contemplated what to say next. If it was a smart idea to admit to Charles what was bothering her had also to do with him and how she felt like a lovesick puppy whenever he was around. How she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible and how she craved for Charles to be hers and only hers.

As fate would have had it, Charles was thinking about admitting the same thing. And if there was ever the right moment to do it, he felt that it was now.

“We are great friends, but…”, Charles repeated, gathering the courage to say everything that was on his mind. “I love you. More than a friend is supposed to love you.”

The only reaction he got was a blank stare as she tried to process what he just said. She blinked a few times in shock as she looked at Charles with eyes wide as saucers.

“You… What?”

Charles chuckled, feeling light now that he confessed it, even though he was still afraid of the outcome.

“I love you.”, Charles repeated once again, not wanting to take it back now.

As he noticed a small smile creep up on her face, Charles’ heart did a leap in his chest. He finally felt relief as her grin grew wider and wider, lighting up her face.

“That’s why it’s so unbelievable to me how you could ever think that nobody wants you.”, Charles explained with a sigh. “And besides me, you have so many other people that have been completely smitten by you, whether as friends or something more. Maybe you can’t see it, but I do.”

A tear escaped her eye once again and she quickly wiped it away, laughing lightly. “I have to stop crying, this is embarrassing.”

Charles caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, looking down at her lovingly. “I don’t care.”

Without any warning, she got even closer and pressed her lips against his. He was surprised at first, but reacted quickly, melting into the kiss. His arms wrapped around her in an embrace once again, pulling her completely against him possessively. She rested her hands around his neck, lightly stroking her fingers through his hair as they kissed. It got deeper and hungrier as it continued, neither of them wanting to pull away from each other now that they found out the truth about their feelings.

When she broke the kiss, they were breathing heavily, but with huge smiles on their faces.

“If it’s not clear…”, she giggled, giving him one more quick peck on the lips. “I love you too, Charles.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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Am I the asshole for making my room mate cry and move out?

I (30f) had a room mate (28 NB) and things were fairly rocky from the start. They were constantly coming up with new rules and boundaries and it seemed like any compatibility as friends we thought we had were quickly diminishing as we lived together. For the most part i did my best to abide by their rules and give them the same courtesy they gave me and this largely ended up with us rarely, but still occasionally spending time together as friends. I would usually busy myself with video games and shows they didn't care for and they would do the same but every once in a while we would go out to eat or watch a movie or show together.

After about a year of this they had some friends come over for a game night and they wanted me to participate. I love board games so this was no problem for me. However they went out before hand on a really hot day and did some walking tour that along with their normal sleep issues made them obviously tired and a little foggy brained. Still they insisted we do some of the more complicated board games we had. Because they were having trouble figuring out the rules they were constantly having their friends make all their decisions and we were constantly having to stop to reexplain rules everyone else figured out a few rounds in.

I found this incredibly annoying but kept it to myself. So near the end of our second game I found myself, once again, explaining some rules to them. It's my turn and I'm hesitating on what I should do, and they suddenly decide to tell me to do something against the rules I had just explained to them. So I snapped at them, I was not loud, I was not angry but there was clearly some annoyance in my voice when i said, "I literally just told you why I can't do that."

And they lose it like a cranky toddler! They scream at me telling me "I'm not an idiot!" start bawling and stomp up to their room where we can all hear them crying and repeating, "I'm not an idiot!" So that kills game night as their friends comfort them and I just crank up the tv to drown them out.

Later they want to have one of the many talks we've had when there was a fight between us and at this point I just tell them, "I'm not sorry for being annoyed so don't expect an apology. Things are clearly not working out between us and if that bothers you you're welcome to move out" (the place was in my name) So they move out and I'm so happy to have a drama free existence without them. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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nochukoo97 · 1 year

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brother’s best friend (2)

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook brings oc back to his shared apartment, oc’s brother finds out oc escaped from home, but oc doesnt tell them about her previous relationship, jk and oc watch a movie together

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Y/N?” That’s the last thing you hear before your mind goes blank, jaw dropping as you notice Jungkook’s arm clad with many tattoos, and his eyebrow and lip sporting a piercing. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Wait- Have you been crying? What happened?” Jungkook bombards you with questions as he takes your hand, and your luggage and pulls you out of the alleyway, but you just follow him, still in shock at the sight before you.

“Get in,” Jungkook says as he opens the door to the passenger seat for you, watching you climb in still in a daze, before closing the door and chucking your luggage in the boot of his car.

You still remember when Jungkook first got his Mercedes, his parents had gifted him the car right before going to college and he had driven you and your brother around town with it for a whole day. That was the last time you had ever sat in his car, a little more than a year ago. You watch as Jungkook climbs into the driver’s seat, sighing before looking at your teary eyes and messed-up state.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He softly asks, as if he was unsure how to approach your fragile state. “Had a huge fight with my parents and so I took off, but I couldn’t find any of my friends' places to crash at so I decided to sleep on the streets for a night.” You mumble as you shift your gaze downwards, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Jungkook oh-so-gently places a finger under your chin, forcing you to look back at his worried-stricken face as he uses his thumb to wipe off the tears rolling down your cheeks. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but you know something could have happened? Why didn’t you call me or even your brother?” The last time you had seen Jungkook this worried was when his mother was admitted to the hospital for food poisoning and was bedridden for a few days, so seeing the man in front of you staring into your soul with concern, made you a little shocked, you weren’t going to lie.

Perhaps it was the fact that Jungkook rarely saw you cry, as you grew up around many boys, your brother and his friends who would practically stay at your house, you learnt to “toughen up” and not show your weak side to them, the last time you had cried in front of Jungkook was probably when you had fallen down from the swings on the playground in middle school and scraped your knee pretty bad. But of course Jungkook was there to console your poor crying soul and bring you to the sick bay.

Just because Jungkook was showing massive amounts of concern and worry for you, does not mean you will open up and tell him about your breakup. No one knew about your relationship with your ex, only your best friends, Chaeyoung and Yeji. The last people you would tell would be your brother and Jungkook himself, you knew how overprotective they could be and if they had found out a boy had shattered your heart into a million little pieces, your ex would be long gone by now.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’ll call you next time,” You mumble in response as you peer up at Jungkook, who gave you a soft smile and told you to buckle up, before driving back to his shared apartment with your brother.

“Y/N?” You walk through the front door, seeing your brother, Hoseok, and five other guys, to which some you had recognised their faces, all gathered on the couch in the living room playing on the Xbox. Upon seeing your red eyes, your brother frowned, ordering you to go in the kitchen and to drink some water, before pulling Jungkook aside to question him on how he had found his sister at 11pm at night, and a million other questions Jungkook had to answer.

“It’s fine, I can take care of her, you go back to them or else they’ll be looking for you,” You overheard Jungkook saying to your brother as you drank your water. “Thanks man, just get her to sleep soon and it’ll be fine,” Hoseok said as he walked back to the couch.

After hearing their conversations, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden in this apartment, if you had maybe just been a better daughter, and just stay home and listen to your parents nagging, maybe Jungkook didn’t have to fetch you home from whatever he was doing, maybe you didn’t need to interrupt the guy’s night, and maybe you would save you parent’s some worry by not running away from home, with them having no knowledge of where their daughter had stormed off to.

But you also felt more at peace here, rather than if you had stayed at home, you could have ended up spending the whole night listening to your parents nagging and screaming at you for hours on end. But right now you just felt really guilty for troubling Jungkook who now had to take care of you like some five year old kid.

“Wanna watch a movie in my room? I still have that cooking show we used to watch when we were younger,” Jungkook chuckles as he approaches you, walking through the kitchen door. “It’s fine, I can go to bed now if you want,” You mumbled under your breath, but Jungkook still heard it, replying, “Come on, I know you aren’t one bit tired yet, it’s only 11 pm right now, plus I haven’t seen that show in ages!”

You end up agreeing, allowing Jungkook to lead you to his room, and he instructs you to sit on the bed as he searches through his downloaded shows. You look around his room, noticing some things that never changed, like his iron man figure on display next to his desk, or that Beatles poster that he had hung up in his old bedroom, and his electric guitar on display, mounted on the wall.

“Ah-Hah! Found it,” Jungkook clicked play as he turned back to face you, a boyish grin on his face as he made himself comfortable next to you on his bed, eagerly ready to watch this show with you.

You two spend the next two hours watching, or more so just you criticising how silly the show seemed now and Jungkook getting horribly offended by your remarks, but you now definitely did not regret doing what you did. Jungkook was surprisingly more comforting than before, he had made you forget all your worries and doubts, and somehow or rather, you ended up falling asleep halfway, with your head on his chest.

Noticing your still body, Jungkook carefully peers, trying to see if you had fallen asleep. Sure enough, when he had paused the show, he heard soft snores coming from your mouth, so he switched off the TV and pulled the blankets over the both of you, deciding to go to bed too.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts ff #bts fic #bts jungkook #jungkook comfort #boyfriend jungkook #bts

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the5n00k · 1 month

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M*A*S*H and the power of pure unadulterated sorrow

(this series is marketed primarily as a comedy! :D what a scam! /hj)

⚠️long post⚠️

I want to point out one of my favorite aspects of this series which is how different it presents its drama compared to other shows marketed as dramas that I've seen. ESPECIALLY modern film

The last movie I can remember portraying this sheer level of raw grief and despair was Hereditary. Such a powerful film about how grief can tear a family apart, it's honestly uncomfortable to sit through because of how well written and acted some of the scenes with the family are. And that's the point; tragedy isn't pretty. So many times you will see characters die on screen and the actors around them reacting to it with a single tear or burying their face into their stone cold main protagonist's shoulder. I have been craving that Hereditary level of despair from something for a long time now. That raw emotional breakdown that completely shatters the mask of a usually well put together facade.

Then my friends recommended M*A*S*H to me.

Yes you can make all the "crying breakfast friends" jokes you want about how often I latch onto a heart wrenching emotional moment in a show but I can't help it when it's so well executed. I can see a million silly Disney sidekicks die and feel nothing but this show has made me cry even on rewatch. And that is RARE for me, usually it's a one and done thing but this show still manages to tear me to pieces.

Not saying the show doesn't have any fun in it, of course it does, that's how the emotional moments hit harder. If you never saw the characters at their highest highs, seeing them at their lowest would just become numbing and unengaging.

Spoilers ahead obviously, I'm going to be talking about a lot of really important character moments throughout the show please if you are at all interested watch the show and come back. It's 11 seasons but it's well worth your time

Something that has always been powerful to me has been grown men crying. Perhaps it's because I never really had a good emotional connection with any men in my life and always saw them as stronger (emotionally) than someone who is erratically emotional like myself. Especially during the timeframe this is set (the 50's) and shot in (70's-80's) I was not anticipating the level of raw acting talent from the guys in this show. Especially once you get past season 4 and shit really starts hitting the fan

To see these grown men who take so much pride in their important positions as doctors and men and who they are just break down weeping like a scared child. It never ceased to break something in me. I cried the hardest at the amnesiac soldier who lost his brother (FANTASTIC scene it should have won 60 awards) but the two characters that have always stood out to me with this particular subject have been Hawkeye and BJ

Clearly if you've watched the entire show you understand what I'm talking about and obviously the other cast members have their moments (Winchester my beloved one day I will put you under a microscope and pick you apart) but for this subject, I'm going to use the two of them as examples because I consider these moments the most prominent to me personally

I'll start with BJ because there's a lot to unpack with him and simultaneously not a lot at the same time. Because he's so closed off and disconnected from most things happening all the time, choosing to opt out of anything whenever he can unless provoked, characters don't really know that much about him. As an audience, you're forced to pick apart his little mannerisms and priorities to see where his head's at. Some people might not like that but frankly I love it. He's a simple character on the surface but underneath, he's a terrified father and husband trying to keep his head down long enough to snap out of the nightmare that is war and wake up at home. I relate to him in that way, just trying to stay in my own corner and occupy myself until I have to wake up and do it all over again. Coping with the monotony is slowly driving him crazy

Then in Period of Adjustment, he gets a letter from his wife about how she and their daughter Erin saw Radar at the airport when he got sent home. And his thin thread of stability finally snaps. He's pissy for the entire day and doesn't want to tell anyone why, he'd rather just go through the motions and repress it just like everything else. But it keeps outwardly affecting everything around him whether he likes it or not. Then, at his lowest, he physically assaults his best friend in their own tent and destroys their only lifeline, the still they use to (poorly) make gin, and runs out.

After getting so intoxicated he can't stand up, Hawkeye finally finds him again and laughs that he's wearing a helmet to see him, still trying to make light of how much he's suffering. He tells him he's sorry for punching him and Hawkeye sits down with him. He finally is completely and truly honest for probably the only time in the entire series. He is completely vulnerable and open and tells him what's been bothering him. His infant daughter mistakenly called Radar her dad. The first person she ever called dad wasn't him. And he breaks down. He barely got to see her when she was born before he got drafted, he missed so many milestones of parenthood with her already and she ends up calling someone else dad. BJ tells Hawkeye he is furious at Radar and knows it's not his fault but he's still jealous. He even mentions how he's envious of Trapper, Hawkeye's old bunkmate from before he got there, which is still a huge sore point for him because of how abrupt his departure was. But he doesn't reprimand him for speaking badly about two people he'd considered close friends. He holds him closer and lets him cry. This isn't a single tear cry, this is a full vulnerability twisted face cry of pure pain. He can't say anything to ease the pain either, nothing he could say right now could help his friend. He just has to let him work through it.

They rebuilt the still together but BJ still remains broken. This is sort of touched on in Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen when he tries to get sent home before Erin's second birthday and misses it. It's not held on but you can obviously tell that he's still barely holding onto mental stability whenever he brings up his family. If you go into this series thinking every conflict has a resolution or closure of some kind I have bad news for you lol it's safe to assume when he went home, there was a rough adjustment period reclaiming his place in the house since Peg took on so much responsibility by herself but we don't really know what happened after everyone went home.

My next example is from Bless You, Hawkeye and I always rag on this episode with my friends but the scene between him and Sidney physically shook me. Everybody probably talks about That One Scene with Hawkeye and Sidney from GFA so I'll refrain from using it as an example here, I think this one is more appropriate for the point I'm trying to make anyways.

Hawkeye has never been mature. At all. His entire character is built on being obnoxious and causing trouble. Unlike BJ, he will share nearly anything about him when asked. Except when it's serious.

In comes everyone's favorite coping mechanism, ✨ unconscious repression! ✨

Again, a part of his character that got used again in GFA, whenever something upsets him in a way he can't manage, he buries it. He rewrites the memory into something happy or positive. So when a wounded soldier soaked in dirty water smelling of mold and musty clothing triggered a psychosomatic response, nobody knew why.

Processing scenes like this is something I remember so vividly from my first watch. Seeing all the pieces fall into place until that sinking feeling fills you is something this show is so good at.

Hawkeye starts talking to Sidney about something from his childhood; being out on a lake with his cousin Billy when he was seven. He claims Billy saved his life by pulling him out of the water but the more he talks, the more his story changes. It gets to a point where even he realizes he wasn't saved. He was pushed. Billy had to have been around 13 at the time, old enough to know how mean pulling something like that is. The way he admits it is when the gravity really sank in for me. His voice breaks, he starts loudly and violently sobbing like a scared child, he's probably been holding in this breakdown for 20ish years. In any other show, I could see them trying to play this for laughs. Oh Hawkeye, you shouldn't be so upset by a silly prank from when you were a kid! Look at this grown man break down! What a baby! But they don't treat it like that. It's treated completely seriously, it's allowed to play out and he slowly works through grief for someone he idolized in his childhood, anger, and acknowledgement. It was a permanent scar that wasn't allowed to heal.

This wasn't the first time in the series Hawkeye has cried but it was the first time he truly let it out. Every other time he knew he'd have to pick himself up, dust himself off, and keep going. I'm not certain if he properly processed anything he went through in Korea because he kept (pardon my language here) drowning himself in alcohol and burying himself in work and antics. So his eventual breakdown just. Getting it all out in one gutteral, primal cry, borderline screaming was cathartic for both him as a character and myself personally. Very rarely do I ever get a moment to have an emotional release like this so I also bury myself further into my job and hobbies until I can't feel what's bothering me anymore. His man's father better have booked him therapy when he got home because I know for damn sure this jackass won't do it himself

Overall, I'll say it again, the actors in this show are insane. None of the emotions felt cheap and the way the characters are written feels accurate to how most people approached the horrors of war and the mental health crises that followed. I'm so happy this show exists. I'm a little disappointed in myself that it's taken me this long to give it a chance but I love it nonetheless. I'll make a post about the characters specifically sometime like I said I would, I just want to make sure I do everyone justice and I'm not just repeating what everyone already knows. I want to add to this wonderful community that I'm happy to see is still active on this app/site and I hope you all enjoy my ramblings lmao there is more where this came from

#mash 4077 #mash #character analysis #technically even though im going to do an actual dedication analysis for both of them #idk how else to tag this #i just like watching people cry i think /hj?#im ill about this show #this is probably really dumb but im gonna post it anyway

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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No Other Option

TW: Dark Rafe. Manipulation. Sexual Aggression. Language. Derogatory language. HEAVY SMUT. Slight Breed kink. MAJOR angst.

Not sure if I should offer to pay for everyone’s therapy after this…but either way, you're welcome and I’m sorry ;)

*This piece of fanfiction is created for entertainment purposes only and is not meant to support or endorse any form of toxicity or abuse in relationships, verbal, physical, mental, or otherwise.

SUMMARY: You try to break up with Rafe, but he has other plans…

WORD COUNT: 4200

No Other Option

Loving Rafe Cameron was intense to say the least. And you loved and hated him in equal measure. You loved how he gave his undivided attention on subjects ranging from your day to the turmoils your self esteem were still affected by. But you hated how he’d threaten anyone else who would try to do the same. You loved how he was ambitious. But hated the methods and lengths in which he’d go to in order to obtain what he wanted. But more than anything…You hated just how much you loved him.

The self destructive patterns in search of clarity beneath lines of coke and self worth in using his fists in place of words, had been a part of his bad boy persona that you once found so enticing. But after he wore the blood of any guy who dared to just look at you, took you into too many dangerous situations when he couldn’t pay off his debts, and used you as more of an outlet than a partner, the reality of your circumstances became too clear to ignore. Once opaque from the way your heart soared whenever he was near, the way even your closest friends since grade school would abandon you at any event whenever he was at your side, left you void with a loneliness not even love would fill-if Rafe Cameron could truly possess such a thing.

He was obsessive, possessive, needy, and selfish-and this would be on a good day. And you enabled him because you loved him. You would correct him when he spoke out of turn or embarrassed you and he’d apologize between your legs for hours and this would always prove reason enough for you to stay. Tears always being that final pull to your heartstrings as it was seldom that he showed his emotions and he knew how it affected you.

But he was toxic.

And you realized just how much tonight when you had witnessed him single handedly bruise and batter a ‘pogue’ over something a stupid as a seat during the OBX movie summer series. But it wasn’t the aggressive patterns rearing its head yet again that brought the epiphany to you. Instead, this came in the pride he held behind a smile once doing it.

But when the words finally left your mouth after weeks of building up the courage to do so, he didn’t argue or cry as you’d prepared yourself to endure. Alternatively, he sat blankly upon the edge of his bed, staring into the void made by his thoughts seemingly made blank by your words.

“You’re…You’re leaving me?” He finally asked as your heart twisted at his question as he looked to you with those satin blue eyes blinded by the brimming of his tears. It was rare that you were the cause of them, as you were often only in their presence when consoling him when his father affect his self esteem. But you had to stand your ground. Enough was enough. No matter what.

“I have to…” You paused, turning towards the door to leave, unable to keep focus to his pained expression as it drove deep lacerations into your own bleeding heart, “I”m sorry,” You spoke finally, wishing you’d have been able to formulate some farewell of grandeur in which your words would have made him a better person. But instead, your own fear and desperation to leave left only an apology-and a weak one at that, behind as you left.

But as you’d had the strength to walk away this time, you were unaware as you turned your back, that he wasn’t planning on letting you.

His hand came to the door, forcing it to remain closed as you refused to face him. Once he realized you were rooted in place by your own decision, he set his hands to your hips and turned you to face him, streams of tears on either of his cheeks as you fought the own in your gaze from overcoming your vision.

“Don’t you understand that you’re all that I have? You are the only thing I have in my life…You-You can’t do this to me…Please..I’ll…I'll do anything you ask…I just…I-I can’t-I won’t-I won’t lose you…” He spoke in a broken rambling as you saw the sincerity behind his eyes. If it had been the first time he'd uttered those words, maybe you would have believed them. But it wasn’t even the second or third time-not even this week. Which was why you clenched your jaw, swallowed your tears, and amassed as much strength and courage as you could from a physique he could easily bend to his will, and remained steadfast in your cessation of your union.

“I have to do this for me…” You hoped this would be enough to convince him. But you also knew him better than that…

“Wha-What about me?” He paused for a moment, seeing if his words affected you.

“What about the plans we made? What about your friends?! Sarah and-and-and Wheezie? I mean…What am I supposed to do now? Just watch every guy take their shot with you, because you KNOW they’ve all just been waiting for this-” His eyes narrowed as if he was suddenly struck with an insight of his own.

“Is THAT why you’re doing this? You want someone else?” Whatever sadness left him from raising his voice was dissolving quickly as he conjured a thousand scenarios behind his quickly drying eyes.

“No, Rafe-” You spoke quickly, with as much conviction as you could, well aware that even though it was unhealthy, you would still love him well after leaving his room. There was nobody else. And there wouldn’t be for some time.

The memories of deep conversations and fun dates, the late night embraces and early morning cuddles would take some time to think of and not be the cause of tears. But it wasn’t enough to quiet the worry within your head or untwist the pull in your heart. And it certainly wasn’t enough to make you stay.

“You wanna fuck someone else? Is that it? Huh? Who?” The rise of his tone only validated your inner voice that much further of how pernicious he had become.

“Nobody-” But in your tries to extinguish this, as always, were futile, as his mind was already made up.

“Is it Top? Kelce? Is that why? I see the way they fucking look at you, you know…always following your ass across the room, offering you drinks…” He scoffed, “Or is it-Don’t-Don’t fucking tell me it’s a pogue like Maybank…I swear to God if you’ve let him touch you-”

“Rafe…” He suddenly pushed himself off of the door and paced the space in front of you, animated hands rising and falling from his temples to his chest as he spoke with his signature dramatization.

“What MORE could I do for you? I-I-I always make sure you’re taken care of…and-and happy…right? I buy you everything and you sure as hell don’t have a reason to complain about the sex-And this-THIS is how you repay me?!” He scoffed.

“Please, Rafe, we’re just not good for each other…You need someone that can…” You paused, searching your repertoire to the extent allowed by the collection of seconds you had so as to not anger him further. “Keep up with you…And I need something…predictable…” To this, he lifted his finger to the bottom of his lip, along the taste you knew well, the comfort it had allowed, always managing to pull from you the forgiveness he scarcely deserved.

“We just don’t belong together-”

“Bullshit!” He charged, forcing you to tense even more against the door behind you, “We’re made for each other and you know it! We are perfect together! We-everyone…” He struggled for a moment to figure out which method he wanted to use in order to convince you to change your mind, resulting in a pause where you could interject.

“I’m sorry…I…I REALLY am…” Sucking back your own tears, you reached for the handle before he took hold of your wrist. Hands to your face, aggressive yet desperate, he took his forehead against your own.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this!” He hadn’t kissed you, but was close enough to feel how your lips parted in the natural anticipation of what you’d grown accustomed to in your time together. And you wanted to let him as you knew it would melt away the angst that had developed until now. But you also knew allowance was the certainty of your failure and so you turned away to deny yourself the descent to the hell that existed in loving him.

“Why am I not enough for you, baby?” Your eyes closed sharply as you moved to speak before feeling him take your lips captive. Of all the kisses you’d shared between the initial ones given in apprehension and the deep French inspired ones in the crux of sex, these were the most painful and the most aggressive.

It was almost as if he was trying to use this as reason alone to convince you to stay. And for a moment, you’d considered it. The way his fingers felt in that needy hold on your cheeks, his body pinning you against the bedroom door, his kiss itself managing to ignite a fire you’d only ever felt and were aware you’d only ever feel with him. But the way he’d damaged your life outside of him was returned to you and was cause enough to lift your hands to his chest.

“Rafe…” You paused, breathlessly as he pushed himself off of fof the door again, cocking his jaw and making small steps in pensive upset.

“I just don’t understand…” You released a sigh, frustrated at the merry-go-round that this conversation had now become. “You’re telling me you-you don’t love me anymore? That I can’t give you enough?”

“Rafe-”

“YOU are leaving?” You knew you could try and sugar coat the truth by placing the entirety of the blame on yourself or your insecurities, even claim he was ‘too good for you’ to stroke his ego and come out of this unscathed. But the aggravation borne in fear at this moment was too vast to succumb to anything but the need to leave.

“Yes. I’m sorry, I really am, I have to go-”

“Yeah…” You turned, your hand managing to make it to the door, turning the brass knob until that click of freedom was heard, “But I’m not gonna let that happen.” Your skin chilled to his words as you knew he was a man of devotion-knowing the lengths he’d go to to keep you. For this, you quickly tried for an escape, before he had you already in motion of the bed before you could try and call for assistance from Sarah as he’d chuckle.

“Nobody else is here…or did you forget?” He questioned, straddling you on the bed as you fought beneath him, managing to set a blow to his side that made him grunt as he forced your hands over your head. Every ounce of compassion you’d had in the way you’d ended things ceased as he forced you in this moment; that fine line he’d never really crossed now blurring quickly as his entitlement brought his already gray morals into the blackness of his desires.

“I’m gonna remind you why we’re good together…” He explained, keeping your hands above your head and your hips flat by his clenched thighs, as the only thing you had left to use had been your mouth. Collecting saliva, you projected it onto him as his hand now suddenly took hold of your jaw.

“Oh shit-” He smirked, taking your projectile away in a single swipe, all humor lessening once he met your eyes. “You’re gonna regret that-”

“Please! Just let me go! Okay? We can talk, okay? We can-”

“No…I’m done with your excuses.” He darkened further, eyes no longer that cooled blue and breath no longer novice to the emotions he hadn’t known well, as that sadness was now replaced with determination he wore consistently.

“Please don’t…Please don’t hurt me…” You spoke, a foreign look of distance in his eyes present as his fingers pulled your jeans open and he shook his head.

“Have I EVER hurt you, baby?” His hand came to your cheek. “I’d NEVER hurt you…Not unless you asked REAL nicely…” He grinned, hand draping between your breasts, setting your already erratic breathing into further sporadic exhales, and descended lower still.

“I’m just going to remind you-”

“Rafe-” Before you could convince him otherwise, his fingers were already against your clothed clit, revealing the detail you’d denied him until the evidence was at his fingertips.

“Please…”

“You don’t want this?” He asked, voice suddenly compassionate as you shook your head ‘no’.

“Then why are you so fucking wet?” You couldn’t answer this as it was manic to find any sense of arousal in this. And yet…he was right. Your panties were trapped by your slick, pinned to your body and now divided by the climb of his touch navigating against you.

“If you don’t like this…then why the fuck are you moaning?” He inquired, the noises having been silent to you as you’d been too torn between frightened and confused to notice. But of course, he was trained on every reaction of your body. From every breath to every sound-even the slightest of whimpers he drew from you.

“What?” He began to tease. “Does that feel GOOD? Thought you were done with me…Over me…Wanting to let someone else touch this pussy that's so clearly trained for ME…”

“Please-” You gasped, your body betraying your attempts to remain strong as it shuddered beneath his touch, the feeling of his thick misial finger penetrating your slick sex, quickly folllowed by the adjacent ring finger, stretching you shy of what you’d known to be the habitual girth of his cock.

“Rafe, stop-this isn’t good for-”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth, sweetheart…before I put it to work…” Your lips came apart at the vulgarity of his words, wanting desperately to have the strength to tell him to go to hell or even send him there yourself if you were only courageous enough to actually act on the depths of your hatred for him. And yet, the way he’d known exactly where to curve his fingers and the speed in which to rub your deprived clit with his thumb, had warranted your wavering resistance against him.

“I don’t want this…Not like this…” You spoke through a moan as he only scoffed.

“Let THAT be the last time you lie to me baby…” He lowered further against you, deepening his fingers in the process, as his palm now replaced his thumb, the pressure of both instigations leading your hands to his wrist, desperately pulling at him in any other direction but his continuation.

“That’s a good girl…Ride my palm like that….Yeah…umm hmm…” He chuckled, your hips rising and falling into him as his second hand now came to your breast, the sensitivity of your nipples enough to send you over that close edge as you had accepted the fate of his devotion.

“Don’t-” He cocked his head as if to rebuttal before your continuation surprised him into submitted silence, “Stop-Don’t stop…OH!” His brows rose in approval as he captured his bottom lip between his teeth in studying you beneath him, breast fondled between his pinch, as he continued to smile as you began to arch your back beneath him.

“You want me to stop?”

“NO!”

“You want me to keep touching you? You want my fingers to stay inside of you? You want me to keep pinching your nipples?”

“YES!” You groaned.

“Or do you want more?”

“MORE! YES! MORE, PLEASE!” You begged, his lips now capturing your breast in quick work made to raise it enough to reveal you to him by using his wrist and teeth to make you available to him.

“This?” He questioned, nibbling on your nipples as you nodded, his fingers beginning to pump painfully quick inside of you.

“THIS?” He asked for validation, your body in tremors as he withdrew for a moment, forcing your eyes to find him as he’d released you in every way but his straddle, before moving towards the foot of the bed. During his backwards crawl, having taken the edge of your jeans with him until all that remained had been the saturated panties set as a reminder of how you still wanted him.

Even like this.

Especially like this.

“We both know you want this…” He licked his lips, pulling the fabric to the side as his eyes remained focused on you before he dove into your folds. Quick flicks made against your clit brought your fingers at a desperate pull within his long blonde hair usually hung in curtains on either side of his tormented gaze, illuminated with wonder of how he’d been able to please you so quickly.

“I'm gonna cum-Oh RAFE!” You breathed as he smirked against you, continuing his motions as his tongue slipped into yoru sex, sensing just how close you were, before withdrawing a second prior to that wave of satisfaction he’d promised, now being ripped away.

“Rafe…”

“You look so fucking good like this…waiting for me…” His eyes lowered to your cunt, pulsating and dripping in a stain on the bed beneath you. “But you want to leave me…”

“Rafe…”

“So do you deserve my cock, baby? Do you deserve to cum?”

“Please…I…Please…” You begged, pleading in a whimper whose cadence you’d never summoned prior to that moment.

“You think you’re too good for me, that it, baby?”

“No-Please, just…just-”

“Just what? Huh?”

“Make me cum…Please, Rafe…Please…” Your face was contorted into a pained desperation as he lowered to you, hand harsh to your jaw as he used this hold alone to keep you quiet.

“You think threatening me will get you what you want? Saying you’ll leave me just so I’ll fuck you? Huh? Is it THAT hard to love me?” His eyes narrowed. “Fuck, I love watching you struggling…denying us both what we know you need…”

“Rafe-” His grip was now in your hair, pulling you along with him as he rose slightly higher on the bed.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you want this as badly as I do! And you’re gonna show me just how much.” He dragged you off of the bed by this hold alone, a surge of stinging pain making you wince as he prepped you on your knees as he wielded himself in front of you. Cock, angry with tension and crying with precum having been teased at the base of your lips as he forced you to look up at him with his dominant grasp.

“Open.” You hesitated as he pulled you even harder.

“OPEN.” He demanded once again, this time, your acquiescence met by the slack made from your parted lips.

“You look so fucking hot on your knees…keep those eyes to me while you choke on me…” He forced himself into your throat, using you as a release while growling in approval to your nails eating into his skin.

“I know you can take it…come on-” He groaned, “FUCK, yeah!” He explained, eyes falling to you as he laughed.

“Come on, no need to cry, I’m being gentle.” He condescended as you took him as quickly and thoroughly as you could in the hope he’d retract and allow you a breath. But this would only happen once the tears within your eyes had forced your sight to blur and you began to slow from the desperation of oxygen.

“I take such good care of you…” He gave himself a moment to correct his breathing before continuing, “So…” His eyes illuminated from a retraction of pain and an arrival of excitement, “I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want to you…and you’re gonna let me and even say thank you, as an apology for being so fucking stupid. Thinking you could leave me?” He chuckled, this simple break of the quietude sending you shivering.

“Get up. Nobody is coming to save you…” He explained as he pulled you back to your feet. But instead of the bed, he bent you over the dresser, pinning you to its surface by a grip to the back of your neck, before he drifted these fingers to your hips and then your ass, a slap of initiation sending you into a gasp.

“I just want to show you how much I love you…” His voice was almost soft if not for the mischief of a grin rising its cadence, as he rubbed the recent slap, before descending to his knees, tongue finding your entrance from behind as he angled you to where he could consume your cunt entirely with his mouth. Your fingers wrapped around the edges of the dresser, it shaking and battering into the wall in front of you from your tremors, as he smirked and ate into you in equal measure.

“RAFE! Oh my God! SHIT!” He nodded into you, twisting his tongue in varied flicks while you moved back against him.

“Come on my face baby…I want to taste all of you…” He ordered as you pulled your head backwards until your hair fell effortless down your back, a grip rising to collect these strands just as your swrapped around to him as he buried himself deep enough within your sex to feel synonymous to his cock-if not in fullness than in sensation alone.

“Come on, come on baby…I know you want to-”

“FUCK!” He nodded.

“I want you! I WANT YOU!” You bellowed as he rose from behind you, hand quickly wrapped around your neck as his lips came to your ear, hand teasing your clit, but only in the coercion to get what he wanted.

“Tell me again…Tell me WHAT you want.”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“Again!”

“FUCK ME, RAFE! PLEASE!” He nodded, a kiss to your neck, before finally tearing into you, sending you forward onto the dresser as he had once he first set you to it. Angled against him at the perfect height allowed by the cherry wood before you, he basked in the feeling you threatened to take away from him, a detail he hadn’t forgotten.

“I love pounding your ass baby…but you EVER pull shit like that again, I’ll lock you in this room and throw away the fucking key! Do you hear me?!”

“YES!” You whined, a hand to your ass having left a sting and an echo from your hesitation.

“Then tell me you love me…Tell me you’re never fucking leaving and I’ll let you cum…I’ll make you cum so hard baby, I promise-” He spoke these words in quick succession against your cheek, hand in a desperate hold between your neck and your jaw, his words interrupted by the thrusts abruptly ceasing his breaths and returnning them in shudders of pleasure.

“I swear to God, I’ll make you squirt until you can’t stand and I’ll do this every day, every fucking night-just tell me…tell me baby, come on, tell me!”

“Fuck! RAFE! OH GOD!” You began to cry, the circles over your clit bringing you to that bridge between being edged again and allowing his release, the aforementioned no longer an option for your desperate body as the words left your lips before you could deny them.

“I love you! I-I-I love yyy-yo-you, Rafe!”

“Say it again. I need to know you mean it!” He grunted into you, his thrusts made sloppy by his own close release.

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU, RAFE!”

“And?”

“I’m yours! I’m never leaving!”

And with this, he lifted you as close to him as possible to utter one final collection of words as you stood at that precipice between pleasure and pain.

“I don’t trust you, sweetheart…I know you’re just too drunk on my cock to be honest…so…I’m gonna breed you so you CAN’T leave me…come so deep inside this tight little pussy and make you pregnant so you don’t have a choice-so you’ll let me take care of you-”

“RAFE!” You warned, turning to object as he forced you to face him, penetrating you as quickly as you’d realized you’d been adjusted, before hoisting you at an angle upon the dresser so you were mostly flat and reliant on his body to keep you from descending to the floor.

“You’re fucking mine and I’m yours…there’s…NO…OTHER….OPTION.” And with clenched teeth he proved his threat, his ribbons of cum having plastered your walls in accordance to the release of your own having coated him in the validation of his effect on you once again.

His harsh grip now faded as he brought you to his lips in a kiss, tears on your cheeks of a failed escape overwhelming you as he took you into him, the embrace feeling both parts considerate and claustrophobic as you knew there was no such thing as leaving Rafe Cameron…

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raisedbythetv89 · 9 months

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It will always be so funny to me (in a hahahaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭 kind of way) that j*ss wh*don, a man famous for ensuring Buffy suffers literally as much as humanly possible, watched Veronica Mars, a show where in just the pilot we learn:

A girl and her dad are social pariahs, who were abandoned by her alcoholic mother. Her best friend has been murdered. They lost their home after her dad was fired because of said murder. Her ex boyfriend basically ghosted her while still going to the same school - just ZERO words or explanation as to why or that they were even broken up. Her first sexual experience is SA that isn’t taken seriously and MOCKED by law enforcement and she can’t even tell her dad because she’s worried what he’ll do. Her dead best friend’s boyfriend, who used to be her friend too, has now made it his life mission to make her miserable. She lost her entire friend group, and she has to work as a PI seeing the worst of the worst of human behavior to help pay the bills that often puts her in danger.

And wh*don went:

“Now THAT is television!!!”

So much so he made reference to Veronica Mars season 2 in the comics and he did a guest star appearance 💀

Don’t get me wrong I love Veronica Mars but I just KNOW it’s for completely different reasons than j*ss does.

I am just so sure he was absolutely THRILLED by all the horrors and pain they were able to dump on a young girl in one fell swoop (like I can literally picture him cackling like a supervillain like he did after writing the angel to angelus storyline, at the evil genius-ness of it all) when it took him many seasons for all the trauma and hardships to really pile up on Buffy. It’s just so obscenely on brand for him it becomes comical in a “I have to laugh so I don’t cry” kind of way while also pointing to the larger issue of how most male writers and directors use their female characters and more specifically - their pain and trauma - to move a story along

This is made even worse if the woman is a person of color which is a whole other conversation that I as a white woman don’t really feel it’s my place to delve into the history of the exploitation of racial based trauma by a predominantly white run hollywood because that would be just another white person talking about an experience that isn’t mine but it felt important to acknowledge that this post is about two white women characters and I know it is so much worse for women of color which we even see examples of in both shows.

Seeing our own pain reflected in media is important and valuable in many ways but so is seeing joy and love and I didn’t realize how bad things were until I watched the movie “Ibiza: Love Drunk” several years ago and the entire time I was holding my breath waiting for someone to get kidnapped/sa’d/tricked by a fuck boy/fight amongst the group of girlfriends - because it was about a group of girls traveling, having fun partying, and meetings boys and hooking up with them and that literally ALWAYS ends badly in media!! And it didn’t this time and I didn’t realize how much I needed it and how RARE it was until that point 😭😭😭 which no surprise it was written by a woman who’s goal was to show women’s JOY in media and that bad things don’t always happen when we live our lives and have fun.

#joy is a radical act #buffy the vampire slayer #veronica mars #fuck joss whedon #buffy summers

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muqingapologist · 3 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

this is such a hard question because i’ve gone through so many phases of obsessing over pieces of media in my life, and sometimes it’s really hard for me to parse which characters are lasting favorites and which are just part of that phase. but i’ll try! keep in mind, lots of sentimentality ahead…

and this is in no particular order.

1. wei wuxian (the untamed)

ok so this kind of goes along with a previous post i made discussing my feelings of the mdzs book vs. the untamed. when i first watched the untamed at the recommendation of a friend, it was so unlike anything i’d ever seen before. and wei wuxian was so unlike any protagonist i’d ever encountered before. his determination to do what’s right no matter what others do, but also not being above experiencing doubt and uncertainty about his decisions, really touched me. also of course his carefree attitude toward life is something i repeatedly try and fail to achieve myself. it might also have to do with xiao zhan’s acting choices, but he really touched me as a character. it’s hard for me to say if the wwx of the book did the same organically because i read it over a long period of time after watching the show, so im just going to count the untamed version.

2. shizuku tsukishima (whisper of the heart)

this one is probably pretty niche but allow me to give my most heartfelt recommendation of whisper of the heart, my favorite ghibli movie and one of my favorite films of all time. shizuku is the protagonist of the film. she’s a young girl, probably about 14, and so far, her life has been defined by satisfying her imagination by always reading fiction, immersing herself in stories. inspired by the love interest of the film seiji, she decides she wants to try to be a writer. the film is kind of like a slice of life over a few months of this time, and we see shizuku struggle with perfectionism and wanting to follow her dreams and inability to take criticism, etc. i rarely cry over movies but i cried at this one because i had just never felt so seen by a character. everyone please watch whisper of the heart!🙏

3. prince zuko (avatar: the last airbender)

i think 50% of the reason he’s on here is sentimentality since avatar was a show i watched so much throughout my childhood and of course again more recently with its resurgence in popularity, but also what can i say? his character arc is unmatched. i won’t rehash the details. i will say uncle iroh would probably be here instead if we knew any more about his past because he’s off-screen journey is just so fascinating to me.

4. percy jackson (percy jackson & the 12 olympians)

PURE sentimentality but ya know….also im only considering this character how he exists in the original series. he kind of lost me in heroes of olympus. but yeah percy jackson was the first character that really impacted me back when i was 9, and i think i still carry that impact to this day. i also think the original series still holds up reading it as an adult.

5. kim wexler (better call saul)

kim nation!!! reveal yourselves!! i watched better call saul a little over a year ago and damn, it’s so rare to find such interesting, well-developed, flawed within reason female characters in a tv drama like this. her intelligence and her tendency to get carried away with jimmy don’t contradict each other but work together. her emotional journey….UGH!! kim x post-prison jimmy, who else hopes?

6. xie lian (tgcf/heaven official’s blessing)

so this one is new and i’m not completely sure the deep impression will last yet, but i’ll explain. when i first read tgcf about two years ago, i kind of skimmed because it was so long, and the feelings i had toward xie lian were…not super favorable. i was kind of bored by him and….i saw him as a lesser wei wuxian. AND I WAS WRONG!!! because i reread tgcf finally a couple of months ago, no skimming, really thinking about what i was reading and now i love him. his journey from optimistic prince who had never before suffered to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders to nearly collapsing under that weight but despite all odds, pulling through and once again finding that optimism, or at least hope. it touched me so much this time around!!! also i don’t know why i thought he was boring first time around. this guy is funny as hell! anyway, lots of lessons to apply to my own life and whatnot.

7. ninth doctor (doctor who)

guys….hear me out. notice im not saying “the doctor” because i think most of doctor who is just nonsense. but that one season with the ninth doctor (and okay i like the tenth doctor’s seasons well enough, or i did really love them. less so these days…). so much potential. so when i say he’s one of my favorite characters ever, i accept that it’s mostly the version of the doctor that lives in my head and isn’t subject to the bad writing decisions made later in the show. it’s a lot of sentimentality, but i am really fascinated by this traumatized alien guy who just lost his entire people, finding himself devolving into more violent, unforgiving tendencies, but meeting rose, jack, whoever else along the way is able to remind him of not who he was but who he could be. of course doctor who is forever ongoing though so character development can only go too far lol.

8. nozue (old-fashioned cupcake)

this is also brand new so not sure if lasting because i only just read and watched ofc, but man. this guy’s journey from being defeatist about getting older and turning 40, being afraid of trying anything new, to allowing himself to experience new things, one of those things being falling in love! his whole concept of using regret as fuel for happiness, transmitting that idea to togawa who transmits it back to nozue later!! ahhh!! so like my love for this character might actually just be love for the entire story but i can’t not mention it every five seconds rn so….

9. isabel archer (portrait of a lady)

so this is the protagonist of henry james’s portrait of a lady, which i finally finished reading last month. and gosh! well the book itself was amazing, but i was especially touched by isabel’s character, mainly because she just felt so realistic. her motivations, her goals, her shift, her sorrows, they all feel earned, creating an incredibly vivid character that i think most people can find something in there to relate to, especially other women who have always been told they are clever and imaginative and yet find themselves struggling internally to live up to those expectations.

10. natasha rostova (war and peace)

it’s been years since i read war and peace in my university freshman seminar, so it’s hard for me to speak on the details of why exactly this character is here. but also it’s no surprise because this is a character that continues to be the star of russian literature. what i can say, she’s another bright, carefree character (clearly symbolizing aspects of russian culture but even beyond that) who it’s impossible not to feel deeply connected to. she goes through some pretty life-altering stuff in war and peace (everyone listen to the musical called natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 for those details!!) and as the reader, you just really feel for her. idk man she still stands out in my mind, but also this is also much thanks to the musical i just mentioned above.

i kind of came up with these on the spot so like…who knows how accurate this is, but i like to talk about the things i like so sue me. thank you for the question though!!

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