#just a family of fuckers that don’t have any self preservation and care about each other leagues more than themselves

[chipistrate]

Gregory and Vanessa are both the kind of people to sacrifice themself for each other tbh

3 star fam contemplating how to trap the Mimic and Vanessa is about to offer to lure him in, when Gregory suddenly runs off and quickly returns with the Mimic chasing him like a wild animal and Vanessa and Freddy are like “GREGORY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING????”

#Chip Chatter #Vanessa makes it known when she’s about to do something risky to help her family #Gregory kinda just does it #he’s just Like That #Freddy would probably be similar considering the decommission Freddy scene #but considering he doesn’t have a body anymore it’s kinda hard lmao #just a family of fuckers that don’t have any self preservation and care about each other leagues more than themselves #Freddy does his best to stop the two from dying cause god he already lost the glamrocks he can NOT lose these guys because of their #reckless behavior

[stetervault]

Do you know any Steter fics where Stiles (and Derek too why not) is protective of Peter? Thanks!

Here are some I think fit that category. I didn’t include any with Derek specifically, I don’t really go out of my way to read those.

spark & burn by Areiton

Stiles is brilliant and beautiful and cruel and vicious and Peter thinks he wouldn’t love him, if he were anything else.

You Can’t Leave Me by lavenderlotion

“No one cares what happens to me!” Peter roared, his eyes burning electric blue as his fangs shot out. He was panting, a feral edge to his eyes that Stiles had only even seen a few times before.

“Peter,” Stiles said, stepping close again, not feeling an ounce of fear at getting close to Peter while he was still partly wolfed out. “Please don’t hurt me like this.”

Keep You (Safe) Within my Shadow by lavenderlotion

Stiles has never been scared of the dark. The shadows are his friends.

are you lonely, darling? by Areiton

He is four and lonely. He is four and lonely and there is a pale man with a small secretive smile.

soft touches by Areiton

Stiles watches, the way the betas avoid him, the way Derek never spars with him, the way he holds himself still and brittle, his gaze mocking, like he can convince them he doesn’t want what they won’t offer.

Stiles thinks they buy it because they don’t care enough to look deeper.

A Blowtorch? Really? by MysticMusic

“He’s homicidal,” she sputtered.

“No, Allison. The witches are homicidal. He’s smart,” Stiles hissed, “and if you took your narcissistic head out of your ass for five minutes, you’d see something called self-preservation instincts. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? A blowtorch? Really? How fucking stupid are you?”

Or, Stiles defends Peter when Allison attacks him with a blowtorch like a lunatic.

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care? by AteanaLenn

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” Stiles sighed. “Peter, please…”“Do you have the slightest fucking idea of what using ritual magic, ritual death magic, does to a werewolf?!”

Don’t Come For His Family by lavenderlotion

In the three years Stiles had been with Peter, the man had only talked about his family a handful of times - and as far as Stiles knew had never once spoken to them. So he wasn’t exactly excited to see the mans family, even though that’s exactly what they were about to do.

It does not go to plan.

Scale Tales by Therapeutic_Steter (in the second part)

Connected drabbles revolving around Dragon!Stiles and his werewolf Mate, Peter.

Every step of the way by Pirotess666

Hurt, pain, suffering. TORTURE. Peter felt it all while he was in Eichen House.And after he got out? All those memories of what happened there were threatening to drive him insane.The only thing that helped? Being with Stiles.And Stiles just couldn’t stop himself from helping Peter.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

Anonymous asked: Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack’s stupidity and washing his hands of them.

A Moment, Then Silence by Therapeutic_Steter

anonymous asked: Stiles takes care of a heavy injured Peter, who has permanent damage since then. The pack doesn’t care, but Derek and Cora realise that he is family.

Who’s Pulling the Strings? by Therapeutic_Steter

Anonymous asked: Kitten Stiles derailing Scott’s and Deaton’s plan to get rid of Peter. Possibly with Allison brotp with Stiles and disillusioned about her first love.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

The Alpha by Therapeutic_Steter

An Alpha always protects what’s theirs.

…..

“Has anyone seen Peter?” Stiles asked at the next Pack meeting, trying to play his concern off as his typical curiosity. It wasn’t like he and Peter had been trying to keep…whatever it was that was developing between them a secret, but most of the Pack was notoriously self-absorbed and hadn’t noticed yet. As it stood, Stiles was only sure that Lydia and Derek knew about it; Lydia because she put it together and warned Peter off hurting Stiles and Derek because he came back to the loft to find them snuggled on the couch looking through an old tome and he’d also warned Peter about hurting Stiles.

Why did they not think Stiles could hurt Peter? Stiles could totally hurt him. If he wanted. Which he didn’t, but that was beside the point.

Pin Feathers and Primaries by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Peter’s wings remained sensitive after his resurrection.

They were perfect again; perfect white coverts with perfect black primaries. Perfectly glossy feathers, perfectly oiled and perfectly clean. No more twisted flesh. No more mangled plumage. No more broken blood feathers, jaggedly screaming for relief.

His wings were perfect.

The were perfect, and it chafed him that he had to remind himself of that now rather than simply know.

Emotional Support Bear (Peter/Stiles) by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Little Dolls (Peter/Stiles) by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

You Should Know Where I’m Coming From by thegirlwhoknits (WIP)

“For a werewolf, especially a beta whose pack has deserted him, the healing process would take months. Months of unbearable, unmitigated pain, as muscle and skin slowly knit themselves back together, because werewolves metabolize painkillers too quickly for them to be effective.”

Some Days You Just Need A Little More by Faetality

There were days when it was hard to look in the mirror. To face yourself and the years gathered on your skin.

Do. Or do not. There is no try. by FeelingsDusk

Deaton refuses to teach Stiles anything useful about magic, so Stiles does research om his own and stumbles on a forum/SoMe site for supernaturals. Maybe he finds friends and/or peole willing to teach him the basics. And then things go south in BH.

All In A Spin by ShippersList

Stiles can’t really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn’t have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that’s what counts.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he’s waking from his catatonia.

“Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you.”

Smile Like You Mean It by NinaRooxx

After sulking about the changing weather over the autumn, Stiles notices that despite the weather getting colder, Peter’s wardrobe isn’t changing at all.

Cleanse My Soul by Mysenia

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Different Needs by Faetality

Touch is as essential to them as water or food.

Stiles takes notice of a few things.

#ask #anonymous #teen wolf #steter #fanfic rec #rec list #stiles stilinski #peter hale #protective stiles

[ifonly4mynallas]

FINDING THE BROTHERHOOD w/@warriorkhaia

KCaldwell wasn't much different than most other cities, but it was the home of the Brotherhood and the blind king.  Khaia had been searching for answers most of her life and now she was hoping she'd get some.  However, that was appearing to be easier said then done.  

She went to the clubs looking for them, but hadn't found any.  This evening she decided to walk the streets and see if she find one on patrol.  The moon was high in the sky this evening.  It lit the streets up almost as well as the sun did during the daytime. There was no real chance for surprise on either side. 

There was movement and the smell of baby powder coming from the alleyway.  It was a little darker than the street, but not by much. Khaia started to slow move between the warehouses.  She had her weapons pulled as she got closer to that horrid smell and that was when she heard the fighting.  

A male with a scar on his face was fighting two lessers.  The way he moved told her he was a Brother.  She knew he didn't need her help, but she kept her blades out and that was when she saw several.more lessers emerging from doorway across the alley.  The male had sent one back to the Omega, but hadn't noticed the new arrivals.  

Khaia didn't hesitate to move in on the ones approaching.  Each time she sent one back, got some justice for Khaos.  There was another pop of light behind her and the male was now helping her with these lessers. 

Z- 

My head was not in the game tonight. All I kept thinking about was Bella getting her ass handed to her by Xhex during a training session. Bruises on my beloved’s untainted body was all I could envision. That and the recoil she would inevitably have at the touch of my hands. How was I going to lie next to her and not be able to touch her for fear of hurting her more?

Bullets suddenly whizzed by my ear. Shit! Pay attention, Z! Or, you won’t be in that bed to touch Bella, at all!

“Fuck, Z! Where’s your head at?!” Shouted Phury from the other end of the alley.

I didn’t respond. I had not explained to him about cutting back in my hours, because it was none of his business. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to explain to him about Bella’s nightmares. That was between Bella, Mary, and me. No one else needed to know about it, unless Bella decided to enlighten them.

The lessers were particularly scrappy tonight. It was as if they were wearing their balls on their sleeves. Either that, or they were hopped up on something and had no sense of self-preservation. More than likely, it was the latter. 

One of the shitheads tried to bolt and Phury ran after him, while I continued to kick ass with the two that were left. Just as I sent one back to his maker, I heard a scuffle coming from behind me. Spinning around, I was just in time to see an unknown female take on a couple more lessers that had shown up behind me. Where the fuck did she come from and how did she learn to do that?! She definitely wasn’t a trainee, although, it was obvious that this was not the first time she had been out fighting.

As I was sizing up the female and her skill, a bullet plowed through my left bicep. “Shit! You doped up, mother fucker!” I growled, as I spun back around to face the remaining lesser. With my good arm, I raised up my glock and pulled the trigger once. It landed exactly where I wanted it to, between his eyes and grounded him. Phury appeared from around the corner and drove his dagger through the lesser’s heart, before pointing at the female down the alley.

In response, I shrugged, as if to say, “Not a clue,” then rushed down the alley to help with the one lesser that was about to get her from behind.

Khaia: As she turned around, Khaia saw two males there now.  The new one resembled the one with the scar, so she figured they were related.  Their build and look were what she had heard that the brothers looked like.  They had to be part of the elite warriors.  Now she needed to figure out how to introduce herself and see if she was right. They were both staring at her as if she were an alien as she walked over to them, she offered her hand. “I’m Khaia, blooded daughter of the Brother Khaos. May I inquire who you may be?”  She watched them as they seemed to be processing what she had just said.  There was still a bit of an accent from the old world left, but she was working on losing it.   It seemed like it had been a lifetime and she knew not to expect a warm welcome; that was when the one with the long hair spoke.  “I’m Phury and this is…”  He trailed off deciding to let the other male answer for himself she figured.  Her eyes fell upon.  His arm was bleeding a bit.  The bullet appeared to have grazed him or a little deeper than a graze, but it had gone through.  

Z - I watched, cautiously, curious as this female approached after the fight. Our procedure was normally to call for Butch when finished, but he had the night off, for which I was actually glad of seeing the situation in front of us. As I stabbed the second-to-last one home, the female introduced herself as the blooded daughter of a Brother. My eyes narrowed as I took in the whole of the female in front of me. She definitely fought like a warrior, a not quite sufficiently trained warrior, but she had combat in her veins. She wasn’t a wannabe fighter like some. She moved like she was born for it. With some real training, she could give Xhex and Payne a run for their money. 

All that being said, she was a complete stranger and while Phury was all happy and willing to dump his truths out on the table, I wasn’t. “You can ask.” I replied as I walked around her and over to the last remaining lesser that was struggling to mouth something seemingly important. I couldn’t make it out and I wasn’t incredibly interested, anyway. I rummaged around in his pants for his wallet, then slid my black dagger through his heart.

The Brother that this female claimed was her sire had been a champion among us and I didn’t believe for a second that she was of his blood. Ever since Wrath had come forward as king and opened up the Audience House to the masses, people were coming in from everywhere and anywhere, claiming to be the long lost blood of any of our past Brothers. It was easy to claim lineage to the dead.

I stood up and looked back at her. “You know, you could get killed, out here, fighting by yourself. Why don’t you leave this job to the big boys?”

Khaia: “I’ve been fighting lessers for almost three centuries.  Been by myself through it all.  Had no ‘Big Boys’ to help me.”  Her words were directed to the one with the scar.  She knew what he was thinking.  He acted like others she had come across in the old world.  - There was no way she was the young of a Brother.  She had to be lying. -  “If I die, I know that my family is waiting for me in the fade.  I don’t fear death.”   Khaia let his perceptions of her roll off.  “By the way, thank you for covering my covering my back, but I knew he was there.  You just got to him first.”  Ever since she was a small child she followed her gut and knew when someone was watching her or behind her no matter how quiet they were.  “I was hoping to find a Brother or two to help me see the king, but it appears that isn’t going to happen.  I’ve been trying to learn more about my father for a long time and thought he might be able to help, but that’s not your concern.  Sorry I bothered you.”  She looked back over at the one with the scar.  “Maybe you should make sure to keep the big boys around to help you fight.”  She knew her words were cocky and a bit over the top, but that was how she had managed to stay alive.  Never show fear and always be confident.  The words from her brother’s final post in his journals.  Was always telling her that and she knew he was right.  Before she started to turn and walk away from them, she smiled.  “Nice to meet you Phury and you too.”  She looked at Zsadist.  “Have a nice patrol.”  Then she started to walk down the alley.  

Zsadist:

This one had a set of steel fucking balls, and not one lick of a brain in sight. Anyone worth a damn gave a shit about going home at the end of the night. It’s one thing to be willing to die for a cause, it’s another to not care if you live or die, at all.

I coughed out a “Bullshit!” under my breath at her next comment. She hadn’t seen that lesser coming and if I hadn’t have stepped in, she just might have gotten her wish to meet her family in the Fade.

And… that’s when the truth came out. She had been looking for us Brothers. Looking for a handout, more likely. Well, I wasn’t as stupid as she sounded. I turned away and began to scour the alley, looking for anything the lessers might have left behind. I had wasted enough time on this fucking female. I didn’t need to hear any more of this, ‘I am so blatantly a groupie’ talk.

Just as I found a backpack behind a dumpster, she was telling Phury how nice it was to meet us. I waved without looking up, “Yeah, yeah,” and picked up the bag. Packets of black powder fell out of it onto the pavement. “What the…? Hey Phury, come here.”

Phury first made pleasantries with the female before heading my way. 

“Don’t feed into that groupie shit, brother.” I waved a hand at the pile of packets on the ground. “Motherload.”

“You could have been a little more civil to her. What if she actually is related to Khaos?” He leaned in. “Holy shit!” He picked up one of the packets. “That’s that shit that everyone has been talking about. Pack it up. We’ll have to bring it back to the manse.” He stopped for a second. “What the fuck is this?!” He grabbed my left arm, the one with the bullet hole in it.

“Fuck, man! That hurts.”

“I’m sure it does. Don’t you think you should have mentioned it before now?” He let go.

“It’s fine. Through-and-through. And, don’t even think about telling me I need to go back to the manse. We can wrap it up and move on. It’s good. I’m good.”

Phury fussed a bit, but he knew he wasn’t going to win. So, he grabbed something to wrap it with and went to work making sure it was bandaged up well.

Khaia:

Khaia knew they were Brothers and she had gotten a cold reception just as she thought she would.  Maybe she should have shown them her father's family ring.  It was one thing her mother had of his.  No doubt he thought her brother would end up becoming a Brother, but that had not been what happened. 

As she headed down the next dark alley way, she was still bashing herself and her attitude when she saw a few lessers huddled around the back end of a car.  They looked more like drug dealers then the evil minions of the Omega.  Silently she moved closer, so she could try and hear them better. 

The one with the whitest hair was telling the two where to go and sell the product he had in the backpacks he was giving them.  Before he could speak she knew there was someone behind her and her sixth sense knew they were a threat.  She turned quickly and plunged her dagger into his neck as she slight his throat and then pulled him behind a dumpster where she finished him.  

When she came back up she saw the lower level lessers were gone and the elder was driving away in his car.  She pulled out her phone and took a picture of the car with its plates.  Then she decided to finish clearing this area before heading to Zero Sum to see if she could find the sellers.  Just as she was about to start down the rest alley, the two brothers were coming toward her. 

Z:

Phury and I had moved on after doing another once over of the alley. We wanted to make sure we hadn’t missed anything else lying around the area. Satisfied we had scoured every inch, I slung the backpack over my shoulder and we began to move on.

The next hour or so was spent with Phury trying to keep my head in the game. I just wasn’t all there tonight. I still felt a lot of guilt for spending so much time away from Bella and Nalla and I was still convinced that I was to blame for all the nightmares that Bella had been having recently. We were about to call it a night when we caught whiff of more lessers.

Attack ready, we cornered the end of an alley, only to come across the same female we had run into before. What are the fucking chances? In a city like Caldwell, with all the people in it, how likely was it that we would run into the same female twice in one night, unless she was being an idiot and not taking my advice, the advice that attempted to tell her that this war on the lessers was ours to fight, the Brotherhood’s conflict. We didn’t need amateurs dying due to the fact that they were out there trying to fight our battles. It seemed to happen much too frequently.

At the sight of her, I threw up my hands in the air and began to turn to walk away, but Phury couldn’t help himself. He started after her. “You know, Z may not have come across in the best way, but he does have a point. These lessers are no joke, and we end up seeing untrained fighters killed all the time for going out and trying to take them on. You really should leave this war up to us.”

Khaia:

When she looked up there were the two Brothers.  Wait not confirmed Brothers.  The one with the longer hair was, Phury… Yes, that was his name was telling her the perils of hunting lessers.  She politely listened as she watched the other one acting like he was shocked. 

Khaia placed her dagger back into its place in leathers.  "I appreciate the concern, but I'm not an untrained novice."  She watched Phury abd Z's expressions.  "Or do believe the only training is in the Brotherhood?  If so, your wrong. "

She paused a moment,"I've been hunting and killing lessers for almost two centuries."  A slight accent from the old world coming through. "I started in the old world.  The Brotherhood was gone there, because most of the lessers were supposed to be eliminated. And I've never thought of protecting our race as a joke.  I lost my twin brother to lessers." 

The one with skull trim was watching her, but she had a feeling her words were falling on deaf ears.  "All I want is to speak to the leader of the Brotherhood or the Blind King."  She pulled her father's ring for under her shirt.  "Besides my mother's journals, this all I have of my father.  It was left for my brother.  It's his family crest."  

Phury moved closer to see it.  "I know you both think I'm a fake or delusional, but I know the truth.  I'm Khaos' daughter and I just want to find someone that knew him.  That can tell me about him."

She could see Phury empathized with her, but she couldn't read Z at all.  "If you had or have a young and something happened you or took you away from them, wouldn't you want your Brothers to at least hear them out?  To see if they could fill in the missing pieces?"

Z:

Shaking my head, I listened to Phury waste his breath, explaining things to this groupie that she wasn’t going to hear, anyway. The amateur fighters usually never did. They always thought that they knew it all. They had learned enough. Yeah… enough to get them killed most of the time.

That’s okay, half of what she said fell on deaf ears, as my thoughts drifted off to the things that mattered. Bella. Nalla. Bella getting the shit kicked out of her by Xhex and Payne. Fuck! I was never going to get through this all in one mental piece.

I noticed Phury closing in to get a look at something. Sweet Jesus, what now? Does she wear the ribbon of her Sire’s color? That shit’s common knowledge. Or, does she have paperwork declaring herself kin to Khaos? Forgeries. I’d seen it all before. The lengths these wannabes went through to pass themselves off as blood… it was pathetic, really.

I didn’t bother to look her way, just waited for Phury to have his fill of this fantasy she was peddling so we could get the hell out of here and back to the manse.

“Z!” Phury bounced me out of my thoughts, “She has his ring.”

“Sure she does.”

Then she said something that struck a chord. What if she were Nalla? A growl rumbled from deep in my gut. Fucking bitch! Trying to pull at my heartstrings like that! I wasn’t doing this! I stepped forward, into her space, “Don’t you fuck with me, female. I don’t care who you are, I will floor you right here for trying to use children for your own sympathy. Now, I’m walking away. If I see you out here again, turn around and go the other way. I won’t be as nice as I was this time.”

I turned on my heel and began to stalk off. I didn’t give two shits at this point if Phury was following. “I’ll see you at home, Brother mine.” I tossed over my shoulder before I dematted out of sight.

Phury turned toward the female, “I apologize for my brother. He’s not really the trusting type.” He pulled a card out of his pocket and held it out to her. There was nothing printed on it aside from a phone number. “This is the phone number to the Audience House. You can call it to make an appointment to see the King. It’s the best I can do for you.”

Khaia:

Over the past two centuries and then some she had tried to anything she could about her father, but had ran into more males like the scarred one then ones like Phury.  They all assumed she was a novice and lying, but you know what they say when assume things.  That you end up making an ass out you and me.  Whether the scarred one believed her not, she was Khaos daughter.  

She took the card and listened to Phury.  "I'll the number.  Thank you, for at least giving me the benefit of the doubt."  The one called Z was gone and Phury smiled at her then left.  

Khaia decided to head home or back to small place she was renting.  Once there she kicked off her boots, tossed her coat on the chair and dropped onto the bed before dialing the number.  It rang several times, before an answering machine picked up.  

She left a detailed message, but after her not so warm welcome she didn't expect a reply.  It appeared that the Brotherhood only believed what they wanted to and everything else be damned.  Until now,  she hadn't realized that the male's words had actually stung.  Zsadist had treated like dirt or actual less then dirt and part of her wanted to prove him wrong. Yet, another part of her after all this time was beginning to think it wasn't worth the verbal beatings she had taken fir the last 200 or so years.  

The Brotherhood was said to be an honorable group of males.  Males of worth that protected the race, but Khaia had very few that were honorable or of worth.  The stories seemed to be just that, stories with no real truth.  

She sighed and when to take a shower.  When she returned to her phone there was a text with a day and time to be at the Audience House.  At first she was excited, but that didn't last long.  Her thoughts immediately went back to the two brothers she met tonight and how no doubt when her audience came around, their opinions would have been aired.  She expected nothing from this except being told she was a fraud and so on.  If that happened, there was no reason to stay here.  

-End-

#SASBDB

#FindingtheBrotherhood

[thebibliosphere]

You’ve mentioned your parents a bit — how do you deal with interacting with them? I confronted mine and it’s been “resolved” cause they promised to be better but spending time near them or thinking about them still makes me so miserable. I know there isn’t a magic way to vanish all the hurt but do you have any tips for family holiday time?

I moved 4000 miles away from mine. That’s it, that’s my coping mechanism.

I’ll level with you, I’m 30 and still trapped in a toxic cycle with my parents, even 4000 miles and an ocean apart. They are manipulative, guilt tripping fuckers and I still love them dearly and would be devastated if anything happened to them. And while I’ve had many conversation with them over the years which should have lead to progress or emotional growth...if the other people aren’t willing to heal with you, you need to concentrate on yourself.

I’m going to start therapy soon. For this exact reason. Cause I’m 30 and a phone call from my mother who is 4000 miles away can still send me into a depressive week long spiral because we have, quite literally in my case, a lifetime of knowing how to hurt each other on the tip of our tongues and while I try (oh my god do I try) to be better and not rise to the bait, it still leaves me exhausted and hollow feeling some days. Some days are indeed magical and great and I’ll spend the whole time laughing and joking and I’ll wonder why I ever felt like I needed to move quite so far away.

Other days I’m more than fully aware.

And I know the holidays in particular can be stressful, and I wish I had something more reassuring to say, but this thing you are going through is a process and it will take time. And sometimes all you can really do is just try to breathe and remind yourself none of this is permanent. Pain, guilt, anger, the feeling that you’re never going to escape or get better...these are all temporary things that will pass and you’ll be able to step away from it at some point and heal. Which is hard to do. I know it’s hard to bite your tongue and take the emotional baggage people heap onto you. But you’re stronger than how you feel in those moments and you’re going to be okay. 

Self care. Make sure you have things to do that give you reasons to not be around them 100% of the time unless you want to be. It’s also okay if you don’t feel like you have the strength to fight and argue back. It’s okay not to engage, and to do whatever it takes to preserve your emotional well being. And remember, you’re not obligated to set yourself on fire to keep others warm. 

No matter how tempting it is to burn it all down.

#abuse #family issues #sorry #this probably isn't very helpful #but I really don't know how to deal with it either #that's what I am hoping the therapy will help with #writerproblem193

[scribbles-by-kate]

Thoughts on 7.15 “Sisterhood”

I liked this one a lot. I liked the resolution to Drizella’s arc and all the other little bits on the Hyperion Heights side. The Enchanted Forest side wasn’t brilliant, but it did inform Drizella’s growth in the Hyperion Heights part. Thoughts below.

Drizella and Gretel - so this was ok. The backstory wasn’t as exciting or interesting as some of the others have been, but I can see why it was necessary to fill in story for Ivy in Hyperion Heights. Gretel was kind of interesting with her need to be in the coven. I suppose that was how she wanted to deal with the trauma she and her brother went through - make herself powerful so she could never be hurt like that again. I have to say I was really distracted by Drizella’s lipstick in the flashbacks. That didn’t suit her at all.

Drizella and Anastasia - I liked how she went from wanting to protect her sister to wanting to protect herself to giving herself over to Anastasia to do whatever she felt was right. A little bit of self interest crept in when she realised her life was in danger, and I’m not sure she wouldn’t have gone through with the plan if she hadn’t realised what Gothel was up to, but I’m glad she and Anastasia found each other again and that they get to go off and start again together. I think Drizella had made her apologies and was trying to turn her life around, so I’m happy she’s safe with Anastasia.

Why Gothel wants the Guardian - so, she’s after the dagger too! And, I was right, she wanted to take Anastasia’s magic. It wasn’t about her pure heart: it was about the magic inside her. So, she wants the magic to get the dagger, or do something with the dagger. So, I suppose now we know who the ‘couple of people’ coming after Rumple are - Facilier and Gothel. Though I think they have different intentions. Facilier seemed not to need the Guardian, since he noped out of there when shit was about to go down. I definitely don’t trust that slimy fucker anyway. Regina, girl, you better watch out for him.

Rumple, the cup, and Rogers - I went awwwww! as soon as I saw that he was fixing the cup. I think that’s something a lot of fic writers have written into their stories - Rumple fixing the cup the old fashioned way. It does say a lot about him - that magic isn’t his first recourse any more. Well, he has no magic here anyway, but the fact that he’s fixing it, not waiting till he might have magic again: it says a lot about where he’s at in relation to his relationship with magic now. And I freaking LOVE this friendly banter with Rogers, and Rogers’ little smile as Weaver sees him off with a kind word :) And, ugh, ‘As my wife used to say’ <3 He’s remembering Belle’s wisdom in everything he does. Even if he gets frustrated, he takes a step back and wanders another path for a bit :) I love Rogers repeating that line to Henry later as well! And saying someone ‘smart’ said it. That really shows his respect for Weaver. They’ve come a long way from Rogers not trusting him :)

Drizella and Regina - I really liked the outcome of that story. Driella was definitely a Regina junior, so it was really cool to see Regina understand her and offer her the gift of belief that she could change. It shows the impact people’s belief had on Regina - she became a better person, a hero, even, and she’s now someone Drizella can model herself after. I like that Regina didn’t forgive Drizella, but gave her her understanding and her blessing to go off with her sister and start on a better path.

‘Like Belle did for you’ - often, we get excited about the idea that x character ships our otp, and Regina definitely ships RumBelle (as Lana does also - bless!), but, even more than that, she wants to emulate what they have: she wants to do for Facilier what Belle did for Rumple - she wants to help him become a good man. And that’s so huge. It says so much, both about Regina herself and about her feelings towards Belle. Belle was the chess piece she locked away so she could use against Rumple. Belle was the woman he loved, whose heart she ripped out to hurt him. But all of that is WAS. Clearly, Regina now deeply respects Belle, and wants to be like her. The former Evil Queen wants to be like the optimistic bookworm she once saw as a useful weapon. Whata fucking turnaround! Honestly, Regina has her ideals right. You couldn’t do much better in life than wanting to be like brave, badass Belle!

Regina and Rumple - of course he knows about Facilier! He may have changed, but you can still trust he’s gonna be several steps ahead. Plus, he kind of has the right to be annoyed that she didn’t come to him with that information. I mean, she told her sister before she told him, and it’s his dagger! Also, once he knew witches were being murdered, he went to them with that information, because he knew they needed to know. Hmm, I suspect there’ll be tension about Facilier’s desire for the dagger in their future. This isn’t gonna be smooth sailing.

Glass Believer and fate - it totally is destiny :) That moment when Henry decides to ask out the next woman who walks in, and then her coin landing in the glass…totally destined. As the episode count goes up, I see even more chemistry between these two. It was a little awkward at first, because I think Andrew and Dania were just getting to know each other, but definitely, they’ve overcome any teething problems. Henry and Ella are definitely meant to be. They’re so sweet together. Also, Henry is really starting to believe now. It’s been growing since he read to Lucy from the book, but now you can see he more believes than doesn’t. The Truest Believer is coming back!

Rumple and the Guardian - my assumption was that something would happen that meant the power of the Guardian would move away from Anastasia, but the fact that she’s technically still the Guardian is an even bigger deal, because Rumple had his chance there: he could have been free of the dagger and gone to Belle, BUT he chose to be selfless and let her go away to safety. Her life was in danger, so he put what he wanted aside and looked to what she needed. That was the absolute right thing to do. This is a man who’s often been very selfish, and I said that, in order for his redemption to be truthful, he has to be completely selfless: he had to do something for someone when there was nothing in it for him, or when it went directly counter to what he wanted. This was both those things, and he still fucking did it! Bravo, Rumple! He’s getting there. I believe there’s still a major test coming for him: I’m sure he’s not out of the woods yet, but I do believe he’s changed, and, if he does make a wrong or selfish choice, then he’ll recognise that and course correct/make amends. Also, the idea that when he does good, it brings him closer to Belle is beautiful. He knows he has to be good, and he wants to be good. And I loved Regina’s nod and smile at him, and how he said it was a good day for everyone when a family could reunite and start over together. I’m seriously proud of Rumple this episode.

Facilier and Regina - I don’t trust him: I don’t. Plus, he’s part of her past, a past she’s moved on from. I don’t believe she can be Belle for him. I think he’s manipulating her, trying to isolate her, maybe even stir up trouble between her and Rumple so that they won’t work together. I don’t know whether the magic he gave her is genuine, and I think if Gothel hadn’t shown up, he’d happily take all of Ana’s magic and see her die, and then probably kill Drizella for good measure. No, I don’t like Facilier, at all.

Rumple and Facilier - and shades of the old Rumple come out when he’s talking about his family. I do think the family he’s referring to here is Regina, Henry, Ella, Lucy, and Hook and Alice. Because Facilier can’t get to Belle, and Gideon is safe somewhere else, so Rumple is getting snarly in protection of his extended family. God, he’s really grown. He cares, way more than he ever did before. I love that. It’s also clear there are still shades of the old, dark Rumple there, but that it’s in defence of others, not self preservation, is new. I love it. I love him :) Facilier can rot, seriously.

And the killer is revealed - I’d thought it was Facilier initially, because of the gloves, and he’d just turned up, but, yeah…Nick. I didn’t suspect him. And we were told the killer was awake, so he kissed Jacinda knowing who she was, and that she was married to his best friend! AND he took the proof that he’s not Lucy’s dad. Ugh…

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hey there it's your hhn ss! my day on friday was really good! how was your weekend? do you have any plans for the holiday? i heard you like dramione and hansy! i love those ships !! could you tell me your top 3 headcanons for each?

Hello! ♥ My weekend was alright - got a little work done, but wasted about twice as much time. For the holidays, I’m going to be meeting some cousins that I haven’t seen a long time, so I’m looking forward to that. What are your holiday plans?

I don’t exactly ship Hansy and Dramione, per se - mostly because I can’t for the life of me figure out who I ship with whom for some HP characters - but I’m very interested in these dynamics, for sure - particularly Hansy. I’ve read a lot of content for both pairings, and I’m really intrigued by the concept of Harry and Hermione with Pansy and Draco respectively, post a good redemption arc. I definitely enjoy the pairings, yeah - it’s nice that you do, too :)Your headcanons are below! ♥

Harry and Pansy (language warnings + sex mentions):- Pansy is a virgin, throughout Hogwarts and then some. She’s used to being sexualised, to being looked at as nothing more than a pretty object - so she plays the part. She wears her sexuality openly to find a sense of self-worth that she doesn’t otherwise have, using it as a shield to protect herself from her fear of making meaningful connections - and because, a part of her thinks, a quick hookup is all she really will be to anyone, anyway. But there are limits to her act, and sex isn’t her drug of choice - the high is in the way men look at her, and the power they give her in that moment. But she’ll be damned if any of them get too close. Harry manages to get under her walls, without even trying, and she tells herself that she would let herself get hurt a hundred times if it meant one more moment with him. But she doesn’t get hurt, because he’s breaking her walls down with her - and it feels fucking good.- They start by hooking up. Looking back at it, Pansy will wonder how it happened that the first guy she slept with was Harry fucking Potter. She thinks it was the way he looked at her - the contrast between Harry’s steady gaze and the lecherous stares of men that she’s used to, so stark. He looks at her like she’s a person, not a.. cheap thing. He touches her like she deserves to be worshipped. He makes her feel.. wanted? She’s basking in the pleasure of feeling like she’s worth something, like she’s a person in her own right, when she has a moment of clarity - she just had sex with Potter. Her walls shoot back up, she pulls down her skirt, she pushes Harry off of her, and, making a snarky comment that she can’t for the life of her remember, she walks out of the bar’s bathroom, impressed that her legs don’t give way. [Harry will later tell her that she politely informed him that his Order of Merlin, First Class, clearly wasn’t commentary on his sexual prowess.]- Harry is a mess after the war. People around him are struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives and rationalise everything that’s happened, but as time flies by, they end up doing a better job of it than he does. For a while, Hermione is in the dark space with him, but she starts working on worthy project after worthy project, looking for something to fill her emptiness. He can’t be bothered. Maybe that’s what leads him to the bar, to Pansy Parkinson, the girl who was only too willing to turn him over to Voldemort. It’s a little fucked up, he knows - sleeping with her. Maybe that’s why he does it. Because he’s a little fucked up, too. And he doesn’t really care about finding reprieve. One night, when Pansy is in his bed, her head turned away from him, he hears her whisper her apologies for the night she signed her social death certification by trying to turn the Chosen One over - I was tired of people dying, Potter. Of everybody living day to day, feeling like shit. I just wanted the war to end. I was willing to do anything. I just wanted it to end. He realises that that’s all he wanted, too - that’s all he’s ever really wanted. Besides her, of course.Hermione and Draco (language warnings):- When Draco, Nott, and Zabini make clear their intentions to help the Order in the seemingly never-ending war, Hermione scoffs. Right. It isn’t exactly hard to pick the side that isn’t okay with actively torturing you and your family. Their decision isn’t ‘brave’ the way Remus tells her it is, or ‘proof that blood supremacy is dying out’ the way a hopeful Luna implies that it is,  least of all ‘kind of sexy, the whole bad boy thing’, the way some people (who would deny that these words had ever left their mouth) told her with a wink when they’d had one too many - it was self-preservation. There’s no honour in that. You don’t get to wipe away years of terrible behaviour just because you join the good side at the eleventh hour - especially if the only reason you’re doing so is to save your own ass, she remarks angrily to a quiet Harry. Remember Regulus?, he counters. Yeah. Talk to me when Malfoy risks his life to destroy a horcrux, she shoots back. She’s strong in her beliefs - but she isn’t thick-headed. And when she sees Malfoy crying over Zabini’s body, risking his life to save Ron’s, and killing his father point blank when Malfoy Sr. points his wand at Ginny - perhaps, there’s honour in that.

- They’re.. not enemies anymore, she’ll concede that. You can’t fight a war together and still hate each other. But she’s not willing to extend the same familiarity that the others do, to him. [You filthy, little mudblood]. She sees him a lot - Harry has come to depend on him, Ron owes his sister’s life to him, and God knows Ron can’t lose another sibling - and she’s more than willing to work with him. It’s only when she finds herself getting drunk with him and the others on a Christmas day that seems too beautiful for them to send into the chasm of war, laughing at Ron’s jokes about what an ass Malfoy’d been in school, when he gets serious and says separately to her, I wouldn’t be staking my life on this if I still thought your blood was muddy, you know, that the possibility that he might have actually changed crosses her mind. I mean, I deserve the shit. I deserve people thinking I’m a right-royal fucker - I was. But.. sometimes I feel like I was also a kid without a chance. I just wanted mum to be okay. I just.. I’d do anything for my family, just as you would for yours. I’m not a terrible person. I promise. He doesn’t say those words, but she hears them in the almost-pleading look he holds with her a second after, before curtly nodding and turning away.- They win the war - if you can even really call it winning, when your victory party consists of planning funerals for all your fallen friends and allies. What now?, she whispers to him, tears streaming down her face, as she stares at Seamus’ and Dean’s graves. Now?, he looks at her. We move the fuck on, Granger. We move the fuck on.

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