#like legit they’re never mentioned separately

[daisyswift3]

KAYLORS I JUST DECIPHERED THE PR MESSAGES FROM PRESENT 🎁 ANON AND AM NOW VERY CERTAIN THEY’RE LEGIT TOO. So we started receiving these very interesting anon messages exactly 2 months before the release of TTPD (release was 4/19)

We were told to keep our eyes peeled for a present or gift we would be receiving and well we got it

There are P's and R's repeated in the messages. "The hint is in the words." P = PETER. R = ROBIN. Those songs are a gift to us kaylors. They're separated by just one song, the Bolter (which I'm 99% sure is related to the 8th 🎃 message bc Taylor almost drowns and a bolter is a coward which was the main point of the message); and Taylor mentions CPR in So Long, London which means they're all related. Bc Cassandra = Taylor, Peter = her second kid, Robin, = her first kid. They're related bc they're a family. I think it's possible those are the actual names of her two kids

"This is not the manuscript" i.e. the manuscript (closing track) is not the gift, it's the songs right before it! Robin is the 2nd to last song, Peter the 4th to last, and Cassandra the 5th to last. "It has been hidden well, look where the above may find you." They can be found in the track titles themselves. "Plausible deniability. Think of the one we continue to revisit"--K and T have plausible deniability since everyone thinks those are JK's kids. BUT "the volcano will soon rupture, whoever is to defame" which means that one day all the truth will come spilling out regardless of the defamation that will happen. "Restful, reticent, restraint. And PUBLISH!"--perhaps a tell-all memoir??

"The predecessor was the crumb" in other words peace "I'd give you my wild, give you a child" (see this post) was just a faint hint but now she's getting really close to revealing everything which is what the volcano 🌋 represents! THE DANDELIONS IN THE ROBIN LYRIC VID. Robin is the single dandelion floret (secret) she was so worried abt sending into someone else’s yard in the 7th 🎃 message (see this post). She was afraid that sending this song out into the world could expose the truth she’s worked so hard to protect before she’s ready but she did it anyway. “Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore.” “But the story isn’t mine anymore.” 🎃 mentions how the recipient of the dandelion would also blow and spread the florets which might mean kaylors would catch on and spread the secret. The 8th message also mentions a dandelion that the enemy has and spreads but I’m not yet sure who this person is—also this person could be the “recipient” and not kaylors but I’m not sure. And I’m not sure if this means they’d like us to kinda keep this to ourselves and not use Robin as a gotcha since it’s meant to be more of a seed planted for future use (no pun intended). But it definitely seems like they aren’t ready to reveal everything just yet

"As the neighbor holds the lamp to witness her Goodbye" = "Now you're in my backyard turned into good neighbors" and "But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light"

"Reach those lanterns a little bit higher for you shall receive a metaphor so dire"--a jack-o-lantern like pumpkin anon? These metaphorical messages will help us to understand K and T's entire complicated situation?

"When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me"--"breath of fresh air through smoke rings." Haven't quite figured out what this part means yet but it reminds me of blowing smoke which means to deliberately confuse or deceive (lavender haze mv)

This is as far as I've gotten w decoding the messages. This all adds a lot of context to those 🎃 messages and makes them a little more clear. There’s definitely more clues in there we have yet to decipher so pls share your thoughts

#robin #pumpkin #present anon #peter #volcano #dandelions

[ethical-cain-vinnel]

hear me out, you and anakin have been enemies for years like just constant head butting and competition, and one day y’all both are training and your both trying to show off competitively, and afterwards, just to piss him if you say your master is kind of attractive or something and what happens next happens 🤭 sorry i’m famished for enemies to lovers anakin stuff

RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS HAS ME LEGIT FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU GIRLBOSS

SPOILED BITCH

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Teaser Trailer: Your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi usually has you and Anakin separated when training. He’s worried that the animosity between you two could eventually lead to one of you getting hurt because you two don’t know when to stop. But today, on the rest day for training, he’s woken you two up and has decided that you two would hash out your differences and train together for the first (and probably last) time.

Tags/Warnings: Bickering, porn with plot, very little use of Y/N, no gendered terms (girl, she/her, etc) but AFAB anatomy (im sorry idk how to write AMAB anatomy), hatefucking, lowkey dubcon at the start but quickly turns consensual, mentions of Padme (they’re broken up in this), bath sex, rough sex, little to no prep (make sure to prep irl or that shit HURTS, coming from your local whore), unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), choking, fluff at the end

Notes: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOWKEY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO START IT LMFAO but im really glad you sent this in cause I had a lot of fun writing this!! I did change it a little bit but it still has that enemies to lovers plot that you said you were jonesing for so I hope you like it! Also im so sorry if anakin is ooc i really tried to make him true to his character.

In the heart of the Jedi Temple, a place of serenity and wisdom, were two dickheads who couldn’t stop bickering and driving their master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, absolutely insane. Every word moved him more and more to the dark side (kidding, not kidding). “You’ll never be a true Jedi, Skywalker,” You taunted, your eyes flashing with defiance. “You let your emotions control you too easily.” “And you’re too focused on rules and regulations,” he shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Jedi Code has made you blind to the real world.” You were about to respond when your master spoke. “Enough. Both of you.” He turns around and gives you both a sharp glare. This shuts you both right up. “Sorry, Master,” You both mumble like scolded children. Obi-Wan sighs and continues taking you to the training ground.

When you arrive at the grounds, you and Anakin shoot each other confused looks before Obi-Wan begins to speak. “In the past, I have not let you two train together. This is because I am afraid one, if not both of you, will have bad physical injuries by the end. But,” Flashes of annoyance and exhaustion from months of your constant bickering show in his eyes. “You two have officially worn me down. Today, you will train together. I will not be supervising because I feel you two should work this out by any means necessary. As long as you both come out of the training alive, I don’t care what happens here.” You begin to feel a bit guilty. You and Anakin have indeed pushed your master to his limits. But that’s quickly replaced by excitement and needing to beat Anakin.

Obi-Wan laid out the rules of the training before quickly leaving the grounds. With Obi-Wan's departure, you and Anakin found yourselves standing on the training ground, lightsabers in hand, the tension thick enough to slice through. Anakin couldn't resist taking the first jab, both verbally and physically. "Well, Y/N, let's see if you can back up all that talk." You smirked, your eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, Anakin, I've been waiting for this moment. Let's see if you can finally prove that you're not all bark and no bite." The clash of lightsabers rang out as the duel commenced, the blades creating sparks of energy that mirrored the sparks flying between you. "You're still too aggressive, Anakin," you taunted, sidestepping his lunge. "The Force doesn't respond well to blind rage, you know," Anakin grunted, his frustration evident. "And you're too busy following the rule book to see the big picture. Sometimes, you have to do what's necessary." Your retort came swiftly, "Sometimes, what's necessary isn't letting your emotions run rampant. That's how we fall to the dark side." The battle raged, each strike and parry accompanied by another biting remark. It was as if the Force itself reveled in your ongoing rivalry, fueling the intensity of the duel.

"You know, Anakin, maybe if you focused on your training more than your obsession with winning, you'd improve," you quipped, dodging a particularly aggressive swipe from his lightsaber. Anakin's eyes blazed with anger, and he pushed harder, but you deftly countered his every move. "And maybe if you let loose a bit, you'd discover there's more to the Force than ancient texts and lectures." Your movements became fluid, almost graceful, as you expertly parried Anakin's attacks. "I'll take wisdom over recklessness any day, Anakin." As the duel continued, your words stung as much as your strikes, and it was clear that Anakin was growing frustrated, his resolve wavering. He overextended himself in a moment of vulnerability, leaving an opening you quickly seized. With a swift maneuver, you disarmed him, sending his lightsaber flying out of his grasp. You held your lightsaber at his throat, a triumphant smile on your lips. "Checkmate," you declared, breathing heavily but victorious.

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed. The training with Anakin was rewarding but so fucking tiring. You had bruises and small cuts all over your body that stung as you entered the hot bath, the salts meant for relaxation causing your muscles to tense up and a small, involuntary whimper to leave your mouth. As you sunk deeper into the water, you relaxed more. Your cuts still stung, but it was all worth it to wipe that stupid smile off of your rival’s face. God, his stupid face. You had no idea what Padme sees in him. His stupid brooding blue eyes, his full lips that always turn into a scowl when he sees you. Fuck. Even you, his number one rival, can’t deny that he’s really hot. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear someone enter the bathroom. You immediately make sure your entire body is below the water, the bubbles covering you. You look to see who it is and it’s Anakin. “Anakin, what the FUCK?? GET OUT!” you begin to scream when he covers your mouth, glaring down at you as he leans over the tub. Your voice got caught in your throat as his glare sent shivers down your spine and warmth down to your pussy. When he can tell you’ve officially shut up, he slowly takes his hand off of your mouth and for a moment, you two just stare at each other, a mix of hatred and lust. “You're a real spoiled bitch, you know that?” he seethes and you scoff. “Oh, I’m spoiled cause I was able to put you in your place?” His hand shoots to grab your neck, choking you slightly and you let out a small whimper, not expecting it. He smirks and pulls you into a rough kiss, your mind going a million miles an hour. You pull away and he lets you, not wanting to force you into anything you don’t want to do. “What is wrong with you??” You say, obviously bothered. “You’re dating Padme and you’re trying to kiss me and fuck me?? What is wrong with you??” You fume. He smirks a bit, thinking your reaction is a bit funny. “Padme and I broke up a month ago.” Those words make your jaw drop and your eyes practically bug out of your skull.

But he knows that all of your inhibitions were limited only to him not being single, as you immediately pull him into another heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing as you help him hastily strip off his robes and you pull him into the tub with you. You lay back against the porcelain and he gets on top of you, his hand coming up to choke you slightly again. He begins to kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, his free hand coming to pinch your soapy tits and you whine. Your hand found his cock in the water and lined him up with your entrance. He quickly pushed in and gave you no time to adjust to his (massive) size as he began pounding you roughly. “Stupid spoiled bitch. Always a pain in my ass yet I’m dicking you down.” He mumbles breathily as his cock hits your g spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. “Say thank you.” He demands but you’re already too fucked out to hear. It isn’t until he slaps you across the face that you can listen. “I fucking said thank me. Do it and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight” “Thank you!! Thank you Anakin!!” You moan loudly and his hand comes back to your throat, a smirk on his face “Yea thats what I fuckin’ thought. Good fuckin slut f’me. So fuckin good” He pants as he fucks your pussy with reckless abandon. He can feel your cunt clenching on him, signaling that you’re close to cumming and if he wasn’t also on the brink, he woulda stopped right then and there and ruined your orgasm. “Cum f’me. Cum f’me, baby” He moans and the chord in your belly snaps, covering his cock with your juices as you moan his name. He whimpers softly and you feel as he fills you up with his cum. You’re both left panting and after a few moments you two start to laugh softly, looking at the mess you made. Water and bubbles all over the floor, the water in the tub left white and milky and your bodies sweaty and bruised. He looks at you in a way he never has before and he leans down to kiss you sweetly. “C’mon. Stand up and I’ll help you shower” He says with a sweet smile. You have a feeling things are going to be different from now on between you.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x reader smut #hayden christensen smut #star wars x reader

[nburkhardt]

Robin doesn’t know how Steve and Eddie does it.

She’s had them for all weekend and is so tired and drained, it was fun at first but by the second night she’s done. How the hell do they do this every single day? She’s only had three and a half days and she’s so drained and actually she kind of wants to cry.

Steve and Eddie decided to adopt a pair of sisters, biological at that. One is six and the other three. They’re adorable and energetic, Robin adores them. Spoils the hell out of them, actually.

Currently though? All she’d like is for them to go to sleep. More accurately, the six year old.

“When are daddy and dada coming home?”

“I miss daddy and dada”

“I hold their hands when I go to sleep”

“How many sleeps until they’re home?”

It’s a near endless loop of some phrase asking for Steve and Eddie. The three year old woke up the first night crying for Steve, nearly wouldn’t go back to sleep either. At one point Robin just stood next to her, wondering if maybe movement would cause another moment of “I miss daddy, I want daddy” from the little baby.

When Steve asked her to watch the girls for the weekend because Eddie’s band was asked for a special show up in Chicago, she was all for it. These are her girls, she loves them! Plus, Steve hardly has long weekends anymore. Being a full time teacher for the middle school now and part time coach. Eddie also didn’t play as much anymore, none of the boys actually. All of them too busy with their own lives and families. Eddie’s record shop is one of the best in town now, and he tutors new musicians.

So, when Steve mentioned it to her? She said yes, go have fun with his nerdy husband and his band. The girls will be fine.

Well, she kind of regrets that now. The six year old, Charlotte, is a lot like her. Can’t stop moving, wants to play all the time, has a million questions. The three year old, Melody, despite not being biological Eddie’s is his mini me. And by that, she means the little girl is a wild card. She’s a cat in human form, doesn’t stop either and somehow worse than Charlotte. Her words are still coming out funny and Robin mimics her all the time. Both of them are definitely obsessed with their parents, normally she loves it. Loves seeing these two little girls get the world handed to them by her best friends, loves seeing Steve and Eddie heal themselves by being the best damn parents.

But after this long weekend? She needs a break from these girls. “Come on Charlie, just close your eyes and go to sleep”

Charlotte rolls over on the floor to look up at her, “I hold my daddy’s hand when I go to sleep”

She nods, “okay, you’ve said this, I don’t know how much I believe it but alright. They’ll be home tomorrow I swear. You go to sleep now, you’ll go to school and by the time you get out, they’ll be home!”

She hopes they’ll be home by then, Steve never gave her a time and at this point she’s hoping that they’ll actually be here by morning. She’d really liked to take a day just to sleep it away.

(Steve and Eddie end up surprising Charlotte at school to pick her up. Melody is still too young for school, so she squeals when they walk in through her front door.)

~~

Don’t ask for a time period. I just wanted to get out some frustration because this was me all weekend. Though unlike Robin, I’ve been around kids longer but my god was this weekend rough. I think my nieces have a bit of separation anxiety (probably due to when we were on lockdown for the pandemic) and a lot of the quotes I used here are real. Oh and the part where ‘Melody’ woke up crying for Steve? Yeah that really happened. at one point I legit was just standing awkwardly waiting for my niece to start crying again 🫠 (my sister & brother in law weren’t at a concert though. Just took a weekend away for their anniversary lmao)

#robin buckley #platonic stobin #steddie #not quite a fic but definitely a fic #taking my frustration out by making my faves live my life 🤣 #I didn’t use my nieces names tho thought that would be weird

[fanficbarbie]

❝you've never been to heaven, have you?❞

A/N: this is my first time writing something for tumblr, or like this in general. feedback is greatly appreciated. this also isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. as a baking girly, i couldn't get this story out of my head. i legit would lay in bed at night and dream about hard-ass chef miller and the sweet baker. enjoy ♡

Prelude Summary: the sweetest baker has a birthday lunch with her friends, effectively humbling the chef in the process.

Chapter Warnings: death of a parent (mentioned), language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), threatening (brief, joke between two girl friends in an established friendship).

Key Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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JUNE 30TH

“Welcome to The Austin. I assume you have a reservation?”

Of course, we had a reservation. 

This was one of the hardest restaurants to get into. The reviews are excellent and they’re rumored to be gunning for a Michelin Star. Luckily, my best friend Madeline was what you considered Chicago pretty. Her charisma and beauty make her a shoo-in for being a model.

The long and wavy blonde hair cascades over her back as she flutters her lashes at the host behind the stand. “Yes. It’s my best friend’s birthday and we have a reservation under Madeline Crown,” she speaks for our small group, shoving me forward as the designated birthday girl. A mischievous twinkle flashes in her blue eyes and her smile takes over. 

Raising my hand, I wave awkwardly at the host. “That’s me,” I admit shyly, adjusting my falling crown and sash.

He flashes me a small smile. “Happy Birthday,” he breathes quickly before tapping the screen. “Just the three of you, Ms. Crown?” he asks Maddie, looking behind us at the group.

The phrase makes me grimace. My parents died in a car accident five hundred fifty-six days ago. And for five hundred fifty-six days, I’ve been suffering. They were the closest people to me and left me alone in this world as an only child. The only family I have left is the one I’ve created with Maddie, Leo, and their families. I didn’t want to burden them with my birthday festivities, so Maddie and I opted for lunch with just the three of us. 

“Yeah. And we need a booth away from eyes,” the third voice in our trio, Leonardo, blurts out. He shifts, anxious to get to our table and out of the lobby. Out of the three of us, he’s more likely to have to be bombarded by people during this lunch given our current surroundings.

Why on earth did I choose to be friends with a socialite and a senator? I don’t like attention and as of now, all eyes are on us. The sash and crown Maddie forced me to wear don’t help.

His two secret service agents stand upright a few paces back. We’d planned for weeks to get clearance for this lunch, so having them tag along was only a slight damper. “Right this way,” the host snaps me out of my spiral, grabbing a couple of menus and motioning us to follow him.

My feet carry me forward through the restaurant behind Maddie, who stops to exchange pleasantries with an acquaintance. Softly brushing past her, I continue to follow the host with Leo and his team trailing behind me.

The restaurant is situated on the top floor in the middle of downtown. The open windows allow natural light in and the faint smell of steak wafts through the air as we weave through the open floorplan. My back hunches forward feeling slightly out of place in a room full of the fabulously wealthy.

Although I’m not entirely broke, my bakery just got in the black. If it weren’t for the parental death and what they passed on to me, I’d still studying to be a nurse. But after their death, I decided I’d only do things that would make me happy. Now the glaring separation between me and the rich and powerful feels like a slap in the face.

We reach a square table near the corner of the space. We’re still in view of everyone, there’s just room for Leo’s secret service to stand between us and them. Leo pulls a chair out for me closest to the window and I thank him, sliding into my seat.

The host puts the menus down on the table in front of us before letting us know our server will be with us shortly. Leo thanks him before taking his seat next to me, with his back towards the majority of the restaurant.

Leo sighs as Maddie joins us again. “What did I miss?” she huffs.

Rolling my eyes, me and Leo open our menus, “Literally nothing. We just sat down,” I tell her, jokingly.

After some time of reading the menu, the tips of Maddie’s fingers twinkle on the table out of the corner of my eye. Her sparkly white nail polish immediately catches my attention. “Well, this place is to die for. What is everyone getting?” she beams.

Flipping back and forth between the sides and appetizer pages, I furrow my eyebrows. “Why the fuck would you bring me to a place with no fries on my birthday?” I ask her begrudgingly.

Leo flips back to the appetizer page and slides his menu over. “They have baked potatoes,” he mansplains, pointing at the page.

Pushing the bound leather book back before him, I shake my head. “I hate to break it to you but that’s not french fries, Bookie,” I counter.

Maddie puts her hands up in defense. “They’re a potato. I thought you’d be good with any potato,” she explains.

Leaning back into my chair, I rub my eyebrows in frustration. “Yeah, but I don’t even like steak and we’re at a steak restaurant on my birthday. You know what, fuck it. I’m getting Mcdonalds after–” I start before cutting myself off, noticing the server approaching the table. I don’t want to be rude in a nice restaurant, especially one that’s been so accommodating to my friends.

A brunette woman stands near us. “Welcome to The Austin. My name is Lisa and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I get you all started with something to drink?” she asks the table.

Sitting up, my mouth opens to speak, but Maddie cuts in. “3 margaritas, and keep them coming,” she instructs Lisa.

Lisa nods, flashing a smile towards us. “I’ll be right back with those for you,” she chirps, shifting on her heels to walk towards the back again.

Leo tilts his head at the blonde after we’re left alone. “I can’t drink on the job, Mads,” he scolds Maddie.

Maddie shrugs, giving him her signature smirk. “Good thing no one has to know but the three of us, golden boy,” she says, twirling her finger around the table.

Leo seemingly takes the statement to heart, scoffing and crossing his arms. “Oh fuck off. I’m not golden,” he counters.

Shaking my head, I rub his arm so no one snaps a photo of Senator Torres all pent up. “No, you’re not. You’ve just become Mr. Americana to the rest of the world. But we know who you truly are,” I attempt to comfort him. The holes being stared into the back of my head are proving to be lethal.

Leo’s dark brown eyes involuntarily squint as he smiles. “Thank you, Miggy,” he gushes and his body language softens.

And suddenly, I have the ick from the mention of my nickname. How the fuck did Maddie date Leo? It was years ago but still. I would’ve thrown up every time he opened his mouth.

Removing my hand from his arm, I raise my eyebrow. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?” I remind him.

“Might want to ask my assistant about that. I wouldn’t know,” he jokes and I resist the urge to smack him in the chest. 

Not in public and not around bodyguards who could take you down in seconds.

Lisa returns with our drinks and I pick the glass up, taking a sip of the lime-flavored beverage. “What can I get you to eat today?” she asks, glancing back and forth between Maddie and me.

Maddie chirps her order to Lisa as my eyes scan back and forth over the page. None of the entrees were less than two hundred bucks, and I didn’t have breakfast. 

I can’t drink on an empty stomach. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it,” Leo leans over and murmurs to me.

Shaking my head, I lean towards him to close the gap. “No. Fuck no,” I whisper yell.  He could put it on his card, but I’d still Venmo him for lunch afterward.

He nods with a toothy grin taking over his face. “It’s your birthday and you’re not paying. Get whatever you want,” He objected with finality, turning towards Lisa to order.

Leo’s deep voice drifts to the back of my mind as I scan the menu one last time, finally ready to order. Lisa comes over to me and I decide to try the steak and crab, hoping it’ll change my mind.

Two more rounds of drinks into the lunch, the appetizers arrive at the table. The muscles and oysters taste okay, but the escargot is orgasmic. The buttery breadcrumbs combined with the sourdough has me forgetting I’m eating a snail. Leo and Maddie graciously allow me to finish off the plate, offering to order more if I’m interested. Instead of accepting, I fight the urge to lick the plate clean.

When our steaks arrive, Maddie claps with excitement. The whole presentation of the meals is rather dramatic. Each dish and its components are read before the plate hits the table. 

My mouth waters as my filet mignon and grilled king crab leg is set in front of me. Maddie snaps a photo for her social media while Leo and I dig into our meals. 

My face soon changes from excitement to a grimace as I try the main course. This is fucking disgusting. The grilled crab is burnt and the filet mignon tastes like rubber. My mouth is only able to chew a few bites before scrambling for my drink.

Leo peers up from his plate, tilting his head. “The fuck is your problem?” he questions me.

Shaking my head, I finish off my third margarita. “Nothing,” I murmur. I should be grateful that I’m even here at all. This place is way out of my budget.

Maddie seemingly decides to join the conversation and put her two cents in. “It’s not nothing. If you don’t like the food, they’ll remake it. Look, here comes the owner,” She scolds, nodding to the area behind me.

My upper body slowly twists around to see who she’s talking about. The man in question is walking towards us dressed in crisp white chef attire. My eyes drink him in and I notice his curly chocolate hair. I notice a stray curl falling in front of his face and suddenly, I have the overwhelming urge to reach up and fix it. 

I continue my shameless perusal of his body, down to his cuffed shirt hugging him so perfectly and tightly that I can see his muscles. My breathing slightly speeds up. 

That is a beautiful specimen of a man.

I’m jolted out of my stare as Leo stands from the table, nodding to the security. “He’s good. It’s his restaurant, for god's sake,” he barks.

My body becomes stiff as the tall man moves smoothly into our area. “Senator Torres, Sir. Thank y’all for your support,” the stranger smiles slightly, extending his hand for Leo to shake.

Leo’s hand tightens its grip, with his other coming up to smack the man’s elbow. Oh, they know each other well. “No, thank you. The catering you made for my election gala was the reason I won the election,” Leo boasts.

So this is the famous chef they’ve been ranting and raving about. I was out of the country securing the last of my parent's affairs when the gala was thrown; something Leo was gracious enough to let me miss.

The handsome man smiles softly, moving his attention to Maddie. “Nice to see you again Ms. Crown. Everythin’ tastin’ great, I see,” he charms her with a smirk on his face. 

My eyebrows furrow trying to pin down his southern accent. Chicago is a metropolitan city, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he were from Louisiana or Florida. Especially with that beautiful tan, he’s adorning.

Maddie straightens her back like a cannon ready to fire. “With mine? Yes. But with Ginny’s not so much. Chef Miller, meet the birthday girl, Imogen,” she introduces us and I’m rendered speechless. His deep brown eyes seemingly stare a hole into my soul.

Anxiety creeps up my spine feeling put on the spot and having to give a bad review in person. “Hi,” I wave shyly. 

Chef Miller’s eyes squint in suspicion, focusing down on the food before fixing his gaze back up on me. I silently thank the gods above for a brief break from his intense stare. “You don’t like the steak, darlin’?” he asks, pointedly.

Oh, fuck off. The man is gorgeous, but his food is shit. But, his use of the word darling has me hanging on to every syllable he utters. Shaking my head, I roll my shoulders back a bit. Put the lonely and horny brain away for a second, Ginny. “Or the crab,” I answer.

Chef Miller’s eyebrows raise and I start to etch the details of his face into my brain mentally. He might be early thirties, but the wrinkles on his forehead hint that he’s been through some things. “Nobody has ever complained about my cookin’. What’s wrong with it?” he questions me in his deep husky voice.

Clearing my throat, I bring the plate back in front of me. “It's dry and burnt,” I pause, beckoning Chef Miller over to stand beside me. He walks a bit closer and when he leans over, I can feel his body hovering over mine. When I take a breath, I can smell smoke on him with an undertone of cedar. 

Moving the food around on the plate, I show him his shotty work. “Look,” I point out with my fork.

Chef Miller grunts, reaching forward and effectively caging me in between his body in the table. “I’m sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. Can I get you somethin’ else?” He apologizes, swiftly removing the plate from my view.

Shaking my head, I replay reading the menu in my mind. “No, it’s fine. I don’t like anything on the menu,” I explain solemnly, turning towards him. I don’t want him to feel responsible for my picky eating habits, either.

Chef Miller frowns, “It’s your birthday, honey. I’m not sendin’ you out hungry and upset,” he counters.

Reaching out, I put my hand on his exposed forearm in an attempt to get him to listen to me. “I’m not upset. I wouldn’t lie to you,” I loosely promise him. His eyes snap down to where my fingers are connected to his skin then back up at me. 

My hand quickly retreats as Lisa comes back around to refill our drinks. Chef Miller turns to hand her the plate and she accepts it before grabbing some glasses from the table. “Why don’t you come back into the kitchen with me and I’ll make somethin’ special for you,” the offer drips from his lips as sweet as whiskey caramel. 

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks when I think about being in a room with him. Alone. “No that’s alright. These two have to go soon anyways,” I use the bullshit excuse, hoping he’ll buy it.

He nods, before putting his hands up and conceding. “Ok. Let Lisa know if you change your mind. She’ll bring you back,” he informs me. 

He turns his attention back to the entire group. “Y’all have a good day. Hope to see you soon,” he smiles, turning to leave the secluded area.

Both Leo and Maddie bid him a hushed goodbye before turning their attention toward me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead this second.

Maddie squints her eyes at me, before shoving her empty plate out of the way. “I’m going to murder you,” she threatens me. 

My head jerks back in shock. “What? Why?” I ask her.

She sighs, taking a sip of her margarita before slamming it back down on the table. “That was your birthday gift, you dumb cunt. You don’t think we know they don’t have fries. They don’t need fries when they have fine-ass Joel Miller. He was practically fucking drolling on your shoulder and you didn’t even notice,” she fumes.

Joel Miller, the hot single chef, is interested in me. I mean, I’m way out of his league. He’s like the working woman’s Timothée Chalamet. “What?” I ask in disbelief again.

Leo crosses his arms and leans comfortably back in his chair, having finished his meal. “Does she have to repeat herself or are you processing?” Leo picks my brain.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I lean forward a bit. “Processing, give me a moment,” I tell him, closing my eyes.

“You don’t have a moment. We’re ditching you while they turn over for dinner. And you’re going to go back into that kitchen and have a hot chef whip you up a meal, alone. Then you’re gonna have him whip you up, at home,” I hear Maddie scheming. 

Suddenly I feel hot, like my whole body just got stuck into an oven. “Maddie! I’m not,” I start off shouting a bit at her before realizing we’re in a public space. I’m not even angry at her, I just feel overwhelmed. “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I bear my soul to her, blinking away tears.

I haven’t had sex since the death of my parents and the cobwebs are tumbling back there. Knowing that my parents would never meet my future partner was a pain that felt soul-crushing. The feeling is just now starting to subside.

Leo reaches up and scratches his curly scalp. “I told you this was a bad idea,” he scolds Maddie. 

When I make eye contact with Maddie again, her face is soft and warm. “I’m sorry, Ginny. I didn’t mean to push you too hard,” she apologizes profusely.

Tucking a stray curl behind my ear, I shake out the spiral of anxiety in my head. “It’s fine, can we change the subject?” I plead with the table.

Maddie claps her hands in excitement. “Yes, okay!” she cheers. “You know what? Redo gift. Let’s go shopping,” she proposes. 

Nodding, a smile starts to creep onto my face. Hours of mindless walking up and down Magnificent Mile is just what I need right now. “Now that, I can get down with,” I point at her with a grin.

Leo chuckles, standing up from the table. “I’ll see you two this weekend, I have some work to do. Happy birthday, Miggy. I’ll give them my card on my way out,” he bids us goodbye.

Maddie waves at her ex-lover. “Bye Leo,” she flirts.

Giggling, I shake my head at her antics. Eventually, they’ll end up together. “You’re the best,” I thank him.

Leo turns around, shooting me a wink. “Anytime, darlin’,” he mocks  Joel.

Maddie’s hand slaps to her chest and she fakes retching as he walks away. “Something about him. When Joel does it, it makes my pussy quiver. But when he does it, I want to throw up,” she confesses.

Nodding, I finish the last drink before we can say goodbye to this restaurant for the day. “Ditto,” I sigh, grabbing my purse from the back of my chair.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

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[mazzystar24]

I’m respectfully about to lose my mind at some of the fandom rn with the way buddie shippers are being treated… It’s like no one understands the whole point of shipping a couple is to want them to be together, so duh if something happens that could potentially lead to that pairing they’re going to get excited and theorize? Yes it’s absolutely important for Buck to explore his sexuality outside of buddie but the way people are trying to say that buddie shippers are homophobic for wanting endgame buddie….. when buddie is literally a queer ship? it doesn’t make any sense to me as a queer person myself because it’s like- y’all do realize that buck dating eddie would in fact mean that he is still bisexual, and that people have wanted thst for years, so A) why are we shocked and appalled at buddie shippers for being happy that they are one step closer to endgame buddie, B) why are we calling people homophobic or biphobic when they are quite literally shipping two men together, C) why are we all acting as if buddie endgame hasn’t been simmering just under the surface for YEARS and that if they were going to give us buddie, then thag means buck and eddie would both have to come oit as queer…

I’ve seen so many prominent blogs in the community who have made posts like “buck’s bisexuality has nothing to do with buddie and you are a horrible human for even insinuating that” and so many people are agreeing??? And not to mention the fact that now these same people are trying to villainize and trash on Eddie when in all honesty Buck’s behavior in 7x04 was NOT okay- physically harming someone because they’re not giving you attention is never okay (and i’m saying this as someone whi ADORES Buck, he still needs to be held accountable.)

It just reads very icky to me that so many people are screaming “bi pride” but then spewing all of this vitriol over a ship that would fit within Buck’s bisexuality…

It worries me that the writers are going to see this negativity from people and they’re going to just completely back-burner Eddie’s character in favor of Buck and it disappoints me because even outside of buddie, a major tv show portraying a repressed gay poc with religious and family trauma would be EQUALLY as powerful as Bi Buck is……

but i guess that’s just people only caring about the queer storylines when it’s about a white man since these are also the people acting like Hen and Karen or Michael and David haven’t been there the whole time

but that’s just me i guess….

I’m bullet pointing not to be curt by the way just because I prefer addressing part by part🫶

1. Agreed like this fandom was relatively peaceful then BAM it fully shifted overnight like in the words of Taylor swift THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

2. Yesss exactly like I’m very much a dont yuck someone else’s yum type of person so like even ships I don’t like I’ll be like okay respect 🫡 enjoy your fandom space love that for you AS LONG AS THEYRE RESPECTFUL TOO and I’m not gonna lie to you I see the primary source of negativity and stuff in the fandom be people who legit never watched anything other than the bucktommy related content (which I kinda have a whole other rant about but I don’t wanna give you miles and miles to read in one ask)

3. Yes to that 100% - buddie is a queer ship the cognitive dissonance it takes to call someone homophobic for shipping them is honestly fascinating atp, Buck is bi canonically now and y’all do realise that who he’s with or if he’s single even doesn’t take away from that right??? Like the rep is THERE and will always be THERE

4. You worded it a bit weird but I got what you meant (I hope) so anyone who didn’t may require a little clarification, the sentiment of bucks bisexuality being separate from buddie I think is 1000% correct and I agree wholeheartedly that a persons sexuality and their journey shouldn’t be just about their love interests but about themselves as a person, the issue people are taking is that 1. The people saying this are saying it on every buddie post even when the same blogs posting it have 177283 posts talking about buck as an individual and as a bisexual man outside of buddie and bucktommy, so it’s sort of become a weaponised statement if that makes sense 2. The buddie shippers are the ones who have been advocating so hard for the show to give us canon bi buck like that’s just fact no one can deny so to the og fans who’ve been here for YEARS (I’ve only started like 2023 ish so I’m not counting myself there) this must be such a total slap in the face to be receiving so much hate now

5. Oh yeah the Eddie bashers can personally come fight me

6. If I’m 100% honest I choose to interpret the basketball injury as being mostly accidental like I think he got too into it and forgot himself and his own force for a second rather than intentionally hurt Eddie, like it so happens in sports, I think it’s like just the after guilt that made him question himself and his motives, idk that may just be me denying canon because it just felt too out of character for me to believe

7. I think the fake bi pride stuff also irks me BAD like some of these people are looking for very surface level superficial representation and if you don’t push for more and more substantial and meaningful representation then you’re gonna get constant variations of the same exact thing and these are also the same people ignoring every other queer character in 911 which is just🙃

8. Idk how much the writers take fandom into account but I constantly say like if they were to listen to fandom they’d go the route they know people wanted for years

9. YES about Eddie’s character like I made a whole post about gay and comphet Eddie and how meaningful it would be because it’s just so so unique and unprecedented

10.HAHSKDK THE CROSSED OUT PART IS WHAT I JUST SAID BUT I DIDNT READ IT GAJSKDKFM

#thanks anon! #can’t remember if I left you long but flowers for you too💐💐💐 #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911onfox #911 spoilers #buddie #buckley diaz family #evan buckley #911

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay, I’m just going to say that I’m really very upset. I hope this blows up and I even hope some lore olympus fans see this but the way that some people are reacting is just disgusting. I’ll try to keep this short because I’ve got other things to do but Im just going to outlet all my rage into this because I’ve been absolutely dreading this episode for a while now.

I knew Demeter’s haters were going to be multiplied by 10000x after this episode and it’s just as I said. I hate it so much, I don’t know why every time a woman cries, or gets upset, or she’s stuck in a terrible situation it’s used as something light and not even taken seriously. Why are the insults of Demeter thrown around as a joke? Why is it that when Demeter does literally fucking anything everyone acts like she’s ruining the world. I know I have a huge bias of Hades and I know I share my dislike for him immensely but even from an unbiased point Hades is not a very fleshed out or well developed character. We’re supposed to believe that he’s one of the good guys and that he’s just framed as a monster and how in his past he’s been uptight and absolutely horrible to be around but we do not see any development. I’m so sick and tired of Persephone and her “love” and her “treatment” being the only thing that carries him. I despise that the only development that he has at all is being “in love.”

I say this because you literally can’t even remember Hades being nice to anyone who isn’t Persephone or doing things that are even decent for anyone who isn’t connected to Persephone. He’s such a poorly written character that he legit cannot find any sort of healing by himself, why can’t we just let him sort out his emotions and do something that’s actually development worthy. He’s always talking about how much of a terrible person he is and how no one fucks with him but he never gets his shit together, he continues to treat people around him terribly and abuse his power without remorse. There is no healing, no love, no development. Like honestly if you give me three valid developmental changes that separates Hades now from Hades then that doesn’t revolve around Persephone, I will give you a fucking badge and I will become a fucking Hades stan for crying out loud.

Next thing is how is this love? How is Persephone having to be the reason of his existence love? How is Persephone being the only thing he has love? The man needs fucking therapy, he’s so emotionally attached to her that it’s unhealthy. This is not what love is about, you’re not supposed to use your spouse or your lover as some fucking therapist or something you’re supposed to deal with your problems beforehand. Not saying that you deal with it all by yourself of course, but you need to have a balance. Too much of anything is bad for you and in this case too much reliance on Persephone coddling and fixing his problems is one of the main reasons why this relationship doesn’t work. Romantically or lustfully, they both help each other because they’re so into how they physically look. Ever notice that actually? Whenever they mention each other most of the time it’s about physical appearance, that’s quite literally the only thing that they share. What the hell do they help each other with that isn’t some form of Hades trauma dumping? Have they ever resolved conflict that didn’t effect the other in a bad way? Have they ever sat down and had a real down to earth conversation with each other that didn’t involve them flirting and lusting with each other? It’s so annoying that that’s literally all of their conversations, not saying that people who obviously like each other can’t flirt but it becomes a problem when that’s literally the only thing they do.

Also I’m so sick and tired of people saying, again, that Hades is better now and that he’s not the same person. YES HE IS. HES LITERALLY THE SAME FROM BEFORE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER HAS CHANGED. If he’s suffering everyone is and there is no in between and we’ve seen that happen so many times, this man doesn’t have consideration for anyone who isn’t Persephone and it’s getting fucking tiring. I’m getting fed up with this comics poor writing, if you wanna parade around and say how developed and well written your characters are please have the decency at least to make them that way. Stop fucking telling us shit and show us please it’s getting so enraging and infuriating.

Also, I hate that in this fandom so many fucked up characters are praised for everything they do. Even to the fucking main character which everyone shouts that they stan and they protect but they don’t even call out any of their faves who have actively hurt Persephone. A lot of fans have such animosity towards Minthe fans but I will say this, at least most Minthe fans acknowledge that she’s done terrible things and they don’t stray away from the fact that she’s not a great person. I’ve seen so many people who favorite other problematic characters not even bring up what they did and even went as far as to sweep it under the rug, gaslight people into thinking it’s false, and even defending the disgusting things that they did. It’s really concerning how this fandom will bend over backwards for the characters who do the exact same fucking shit that they hate other characters for.

Another thing is that I absolutely hate how weird and sexual everything had to be between them, especially by Hades. It’s so incredibly disgusting how every single boob shot, lip shot, and body shot is from Hades’ point of view. Like why can’t Persephone just be in clothes that fit her, that she’s comfortable in, that she gets to pick out. Everything about her has to resort to Hades thinking about sexual things and this would’ve been fine if Persephone was actually in charge of her own sexuality. There are some rare times when she is but for the most part it’s everyone else treating her like she’s a sexual object on display that they can ogle at. Literally there’s so many unnecessary panels of Persephone doing normal things with her boobs out and don’t forget the countless poses and positions that she’s constantly in to make her look weirdly inappropriate as well. I just don’t get it, why can’t Persephone have any control why is her being cute surrounded by the idea of her being powerless with big boobs and a tiny waist and stuff. I also don’t exactly enjoy the fact that the only real endgame to all of this is Persephone giving up her virginity to Hades, that’s what most fans are ready for and that’s how they want it to end. Me personally, it makes me feel uncomfortable that people comment about Persephone finally having sex with Hades and stuff so passionately. I’m not sure why I feel like this but it always makes me incredibly sick, maybe I’m the only one.

But anyways the last thing I wanna say is that I absolutely hate that everyone is just so strict and cruel to Demeter, they can’t possibly see her side of things but they’ll go through hoops trying to defend Hades and bully other people who have differing opinions. Speaking of that, I’m very glad that there hasn’t been any real toxic fans interacting with me. I’ve seen how rude and disrespectful they can get so I really am happy that everyone who views my page are such bright wonderful people. Hopefully it stays like that but you never know, this post might be the one to wake them up. But anyways, that’s the end of the rant and I probably made it even longer than usual (which I apologize for) but if you really made it this fair I applaud you because I know it’s a lot. This episode just really triggered such anger within me because of how powerless and defeated Demeter looked while Hades shouted and insulted her, even going as far as to invade her personal space. It’s all so disgusting and so many people have let it slide which just makes me eye roll. I had to defend her because not many people ever do it seems. But like I always say these rants are meaningless outlets for me and my opinions to write my thoughts down and how I interpreted the media, if you agree or disagree is both fine we don’t have the same brains so we’re not always going to agree. Also, I mean no disrespect to the fandom (that’s not toxic) but I did want to call out the bullshit that some fans do seem to pull with these situations.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo demeter

[vodika-vibes]

Midday Blooms - Dandelions

So, while I was considering what to do with this, I realized that I could do a series of snippets, based in this AU, with various different ships. So this is the start of Rex x OC. tagging: @starrrgazingbunny

Dandelions

Coruscant, Lower Level

Abandoned Czerka Warehouse

“Someday, Rune,” Grandmother Angel whispered in a hoarse voice, “Someday the people will return from the Station, and Coruscant will flourish. Like it did in the past!”

“So you keep saying, grandma, but they abandoned Coruscant when you were still a little girl,” Rune pointed out, as she carefully poured her grandmother a cup of hot water, and flavored it with some dandelion petals. “It seems to me that they’re never really going to come back.”

Her grandmother places a gentle hand on her head, “They still fight, Rune. You’ve seen the men.”

Right. The men.

Large men in protective armor fighting the Sith Aberrations that call Coruscant home. Large men who trampled gardens and flower beds like it was their right. How many pounds of food had been destroyed because the Soldiers from the space station decided that their gardens were a threat.

“If they really wanted to help, Grandmother, you would think that they’d stop destroying our food.”

Grandmother reached down and took Rune’s hand, “I can understand why they do, darling. They’re trying to starve out the Sith.”

“But it’s not the sith they’re starving, grandmother.” Rune pointed.

“They’re not starving us either. Not anymore.”

Rune made a face, she supposed that her grandmother had a point. Since they moved to the lower levels, and started hiding their gardens indoors, the Soldiers from Space haven’t been able to destroy their gardens.

“Now, enough of this sulking, darling.” Grandmother flashed a bright smile, and she lightly patted Rune’s cheek, “You said last night that you and Habit were going to see if you can salvage anything from the old tanks?”

“Yeah,” Rune pulled away and used an old cloth to pull her hair into a messy tail, “he thinks we might be able to make our own water filter. I saw the schematics he found, and it seems legit. Legit enough that I’m willing to try.”

Rune couldn’t overstate how much of a boon having a working water filter would be for the people living in the lower levels, and the much larger population that had been forced to relocate to the Works. It meant no more fighting Sith spawn for water. It meant less infections. 

Grandmother frowned, “Just be careful, dear. The newest deployment from the Space Station landed last week, and the fighting is still going strong.”

“I know, Grandmother.” Rune smiled at her, “I’ll be okay.” She grabbed her pistols, weapons that had been ancient twenty years ago and could now be considered antiques, and strapped them to her legs. “Atom and Bliss will take care of you until I get back,” She said, mentioning her younger siblings.

“Oh, lovely.”

Rune smiled and slipped out from under the cloth that separated her home from the rest of the “homes” in the Old Czerka building. There were over 200 families living there.

And in the Works, there were, at least, another 1000 families. Though Rune was fairly sure that there were more. It wasn’t like anyone bothered to count the people who were left behind.

“There you are!” Rune glanced around for a moment, and then she smiled when she saw her friend hurrying over to her.

Habit was a twi'lek, with dark blue skin, and was covered in black tattoos. He claimed that the more Sith like he looked, the less likely the Sith Monsters would look at him.

Rune privately thought that he just wanted to get under his mother’s skin. “Am I late?” She asked, her gaze flicking up to the chrono in the center of the warehouse.

“Nah, I was super early.” Habit admitted, “Mother didn’t want to let me do this. She said I should stay home and watch over the younger kids. I had Rider do it instead.”

Rune squinted, Rider, she knew, had a nasty spice addiction and wasn’t actually allowed near her younger siblings. “By herself?” She asked.

“No. I told Griffon to help her.” Habit grinned, “I’m not that irresponsible, Ru. Come on.”

He absolutely was.

Still, Rune rolled her eyes dramatically, “Fine. Fine. Are we taking the lift to the old Senate Quarter?”

Habit was already shaking his head, “You haven’t heard? The Senate Quarter is overrun by aberrations right now. They’ll clear up in the couple of days, but we’ll be safer taking the lift from the Works to the Old Justicar sector.”

Rune hummed thoughtfully, mentally running through the map of the Works in her mind, and then she frowned, “I thought the fighting in the Justicar restarted last month.”

“They’ve moved to the old Duros sectors,” Habit reminded, before he glanced at a map under the chrono, “Oh, wait…the fighting has moved to the Nikto sector now.”

“If we stick to the Works, we can bypass the Justicar, Duros, and Nikto sectors,” Rune pointed out thoughtfully, “See, some of the old tunnels lead right to where the red-light sector used to be.”

Habit sucked his teeth for a moment, “Risky. The further away from the population center we get, the more likely we are to run into droids…or sith monsters. But…” He glanced at the map as well, “There haven’t been any reported sightings…”

“And it goes right through the gardens.” Rune said cheerfully.

Habit scoffed, “You just want to collect Dandelions.”

Rune stuck her tongue out at him, but didn’t bother to try and refute him. 

He stared at the map for a moment, and then he sighed deeply, “Fine! You win! We’ll go and collect your dandelions as well as the parts we need!”

“Yes!”

Habit shook his head with a fond laugh, “You and your flowers. Come on, before it gets dark.”

**********

Captain Rex of the 501st had a list of a great many things that he liked. 

Spending an excessive amount of time on Coruscant was not one of those things. Still, it was only three months, so he would tolerate it.

But he was going to bitch about it in the privacy of his own mind at the same time.

He eyed the sky, and made a face, though it was hidden behind his helmet. Coruscant was such a dreary planet. Why the people on the Station wanted to come back here was beyond him.

“Alright there, Captain?” High General Obi-Wan Kenobi asked as he walked over, with Commander Cody on his heels. 

“Yes sir, just wondering if it’s going to rain.” Rex replied, turning his attention away from the miserable planet and onto the task at hand.

“Probably,” General Kenobi said with a sigh as he glanced at the sky as well, “The Climate Controls are either under sith control, or have been completely destroyed at this point.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame, really.”

“Sir, Captain Rex’s mission?” Commander Cody prodded, getting them back on track before they could get anymore distracted. 

“Oh, yes.” General Kenobi smiled, he looked tired, but then they were hunting General Sky-...Darth Vader. “You and a squad of men are going to enter through the old Red Light District, and try to get to the Senate that way.”

Rex frowned, “We can’t go any other way?”

“There are some sort of Sith creatures blocking the way to the old Senate,” Cody informed, “We feel that this route is safer.”

“Alright. I’ll bring Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” Anymore and he ran the risk of attracting unwanted attention. Obviously Cody agreed, since he nodded once Rex gave him the names.

“I’ll let them know.” General Kenobi said, turning to walk away, before he paused, “Ah…one last thing. If you run into any Sith, you do not have permission to engage, do you understand Captain?”

“Yes sir.”

Obi-Wan nodded one more time, and walked away. Cody clasped Rex by the shoulder, and then walked after his General. They, no doubt, had a much harder job than he did.

He didn’t envy them in the slightest. 

Rex released a quiet exhale, and then turned back to his gear. He better make sure that he’s prepared for anything that might happen.

An hour later, he drops down the opening that leads to the Red Light Sector, Jesse, Fives, and Echo on his heels. 

Like every other sector of Coruscant, the Red Light sector was abandoned, though there was evidence that there had been vod’e there recently. Discarded weapons, broken pieces of armor, a whole tank that had been too damaged to try and salvage.

But there were other signs too.

Small footprints in dirt, small in the sense that they probably belonged to a woman, or a teenage boy. A broken necklace, well cared for and clean. A jacket, well worn, but recently torn to shreds. 

Fives picked up the jacket, and held it on one finger, “There aren’t any people living on Coruscant, right?”

“Intel says that the only people still living on Coruscant are Sith.” Rex confirmed, as he eyed the jacket. “Be on guard, we might not be alone.”

“Copy that,” The four men slid into formation, and started moving a lot slower. No need to run the risk of injury, after all.

They continued their slow procession forward, and they were almost out of the Red Light District when there was a clatter.

The four men whipped around and aimed their rifles in the direction the noise came from.

“Come on out, we know you’re there!” Rex called.

There was silence for a long moment, and Rex was about to send Fives and Jesse forward, when there was a curse. “Okay! Okay. I’m coming out. Just. Don’t shoot me.”

A door cracked open, and then pushed open with a little more force, and a young woman poked her head out.

She was young, early twenties at her latest, with dark hair held out of her eyes with a cloth that had probably been white at one point. Her clothes were much the same, clean, but looked old and well worn.

“I thought people didn’t live on Coruscant,” Jesse asked, though he kept his rifle directed at the young woman.

“So did I,” Rex answered.

They watched as the young woman wiggled out of the building, and allowed the door to quietly shut behind her. She looked anxious, but her gaze seemed to dart to the ceiling, and to the dark spaces around them, as if searching for something.

“Who are you? How did you get to Coruscant?” Echo asked, after getting a nod from Rex.

She looked offended, “How did I-? I was born here!”

That-

Rex lowered his rifle, and he really looked at her. She was clearly not a Sith, hell she had a bunch of dandelions poking out of her pants pockets. “No one lives on Coruscant.” He said, but now he wasn’t so sure.

She lifted her chin, “Yeah? The Stationers tell you that?”

Rex’s heart sank into his stomach, “People were left behind.” It wasn’t a question, though maybe it should have been.

“Oh yeah. Lots of us.” Her lips curled, “We didn’t run.”

Rex’s mind ran through the prior years of the war. Of food stockpiles getting burned, and he sighed softly, and reached up to pull off his helmet, “We burned your food.”

She stared at him, oddly, like she hadn’t expected him to look like him. Rex was kind of worried about what the people on Coruscant thought of him and his brothers, “Yeah, you did.”

“My name is Rex. These are my brothers, Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” They removed their helmets as well, and her gaze darted from face to face, suspicion and surprise warring with each other. “What’s your name?”

*****************

“What’s your name?”

Rune hadn’t expected the soldiers to be men. It made it a lot harder to hate them. Especially since they had Coruscanti like names.

“...I’m Rune.” She said, her gaze locked on the blonde man’s face, as he seemed to be the leader, “You’re not supposed to be down here. The fighting is happening in the Nikto sector.”

“We’re trying to get to the old senate,” Jesse said.

Rune made a face, “There are less painful ways to kill yourself, you know.” She said, as she folded her arms awkwardly over her stomach.

They looked surprised, “No,” Echo said slowly, “We’re trying to get into the Old Senate Building,” He clarified.

“No one goes into the Old Senate Building,” Rune said slowly, as if she were talking to children, “Ever.”

“Then where are the Sith?” Jesse asked.

“Not in the Senate Building.” Rune countered, “We think they’re set up in the old Jedi Temple, but, again, no one goes there. It’s not safe. If there aren’t aberrations, then it’s droids.”

“Fuck,” Rex ran his hand over his head, “So, what are you doing down here.”

“Salvaging. I am trying to make a water purifier so we don’t have to fight aberrations for clean water.” Rune said, “The parts on the tanks you leave behind can help with that.”

“That’s why it looked like there was recent activity around the tank,” Fives murmured.

“Thought you were aberrations,” Rune admitted with a shrug. With any luck, Habit was already back at the Czerka building. If she had any good luck, they would let her go soon.

“What do we do, Captain?” Echo asked.

Rex stared at her, and Rune shifted uncomfortably. And then Rex sighed, “I’m sorry about this, but you need to come with us.”

“What? Why?” Rune asked, her eyes wide.

“You need to talk to our General.” Rex said, “You know more about the planet than we do, at least. And the Sith.”

“...do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not.” Rex genuinely sounded apologetic, “Will you come with us willingly, or do we need to use binders?”

She scowled, unhappy, “I’ll come. But I’m not leaving Coruscant.”

Rune allowed them to guide her out of the Red Light District, and to a speeder, which they then piloted to a massive ship. Rex dismissed his brothers, and instead guided her himself from there.

She had seen the Stationer Ships before, but hadn’t realized how large they were until she was being directed over to the ship. And, more specifically, over to a soldier wearing orange and a man wearing distinctly Jedi robes.

“Captain, welcome bac-” The jedi paused, mid sentence, and stared at Rune, and then over to Rex, with a questioning look.

“This is Rune. She lives on Coruscant.” Rex offered.

“I wasn’t aware that there were any people left on Coruscant,” The Jedi offered lightly.

“Why not, it’s not like the Jedi came back for us when you ran away.” Rune said flatly. “Or did you really think that the rich and powerful of Coruscant were going to evacuate the poor for nothing?”

He looked surprised, and then guilty. “Are there many of you?”

“Of course there are.” Rune replied.

“We can call for another ship, and start the evacuation process-” The Jedi said quietly.

“We’re not leaving.” Rune interrupted.

This time everyone looked surprised, “Rune. Coruscant is a warzone.” Rex said.

“Coruscant has been a warzone for generations. We stayed and so we’re going to stay.” Rune said flatly. “We’ve managed to survive and we will continue to do so.” She shifted her weight, “Can I go home now?”

“Wait, Miss Rune-” The Jedi said, a small smile crossing his face when she scrunched up her face, “We’re trying to get into the Senate building-”

Rune sighed, deeply, “I’ll tell you what I told him. You can’t. It was where whatshisface did his sith alchemy. No one goes in. If you’re looking for the Sith, I would start in the old Jedi temple.”

“The old Jedi-...” The Jedi looked down at the map, “Yes. Yes, of course. That makes sense.”

“Can I go now?” Rune repeated.

“What? Oh, yes. Yes. Of course. Rex, will you escort her home?”

“Of course General.”

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Whatever Rex had been expecting of Rune’s home, it wasn’t this. 

He expected gloom, and dirty. Something depressing to look at, let alone live in.

And yet-

There were plants everywhere. Gardens on every corner filled with different types of crops, and massive gardens filled with a wide variety of flowers. 

The people were healthy, clearly healthy. And there were dozens of children, of all races, who chased after Rex as he walked through the clearly marked streets.

“Not what you were expecting?” Rune asked, as she handed a bundle of dandelions to a girl who looked remarkably like her.

“No. Not at all,” Rex looked around, “This is…I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Everything we grow has a use.” Rune offered, “Most of the garden plots are for food, though anything that has flowers is generally medicinal. And in the Works we managed to create a fish farm. It’s how we keep the obligate carnivores healthy.” She added, as she nodded to a family of Togruta.

“...where’d the Dandelions come from?” Rex asked, noting that she still had one of them in her pocket.

“They grow between some of the sectors,” Rune explained, she twisted the flower between her hands, “They’re my favorite.”

“Why?”

“Well. They remind me of me, of my people.” Rune smiled at the flower, “We endure, even if no one wants us to.”

Rex was quiet for a moment, his mind going to stark white halls, and harsh training, “I can understand that.”

Rune regards him quietly for a moment, and then she smiles, and she steps into his personal space, and carefully attaches the flower to his chest piece. “There.”

“You’re giving me your flower?”

“Like me, Rex, you have the soul of a weed.”

Rex blinked at her, touched. That might be the sweetest thing a woman had ever said to him.

And then she smiled at him, her face slightly pink, “You can’t stay here, this isn’t your world. But it would be cool if you visited every now and then?”

Rex stared at her, speechless for a moment, and then he ducks his head, shyly, “Well. Us weeds have to stick together, right?”

She grinned at him, “Absolutely.”

When Rex left half an hour later, he had a bag full of fresh fruit, a dandelion attached to his chest plate, and a piece of flimsy with Rune’s comm address on it.

#star wars #tcw #star wars AU #Midday blooms #rex x oc

[t-h-i-n-g]

chapter one

(not my gif credits to owner on pinterest)

a/n: hi, welcome to my first series! i haven’t really seen any series on nancy on here so i took matters into my own hands *snap*. this is a slow burn so things will be simmering for a while. enjoy!! 

word count: 2k

warnings: slight implied mention of underage drinking. if i missed any don’t hesitate to let me know!!

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“But that isn’t the point Steve- the point is, is that you’re wrong.” 

“No, no I’m not. I’ve explained to you how many times that french fries just don’t belong in a milkshake. They’re both so much better separate than combined. And it’s best for them to stay away from each other and never, ever come in contact. ”

 “You haven’t even tried it and you hate it on it so much. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so passionate about something.”

 Steve slammed his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis. “I don’t need to try it to know it’s an absolute abomination to the world we live in,” He defended.

“Oo abomination I think that’s the biggest word I’ve ever heard you use,” You quipped back holding up your hands in mock fear.

“That's not true, I use plenty of big words.”

“Pretty sure your vocabulary can rival with a 7th graders.”

“Does a 7th grader know the word…… the word-the word parsimonious.” There was a brief pause as he turned into the school’s parking lot.

 “.....Use it in a sentence-”

“I- We are way off track here! The point is that french fries and milkshakes aren’t meant for each other. They just simply aren’t. They have so much better things out there for them. Like milkshakes and cherry’s. Or french fries and ranch-”

“Did you just pick ranch over ketchup to pair fries with?” Steve put the car in park before turning to you with a tight lipped smile.

“Yeah. I Did.” He slammed the door as he exited his car. You followed suit, grabbing your bag from the back and closing the door with just as much force. Slinging it over your shoulder as you jogged to catch up to him. 

“You would be the type of person to choose ranch over ketchup, you absolutely disgusting excuse for a human,” you scowled and scrunched your nose, entering the building.

“At Least I don’t think grease belongs in a dairy sha-” Steve pauses, taking in the lockers you both are passing. “You got a paper and something to write with?” He asks as he holds a hand out and scans the locker number. Curiously you pull out a notebook paper and blue sharpie. He mumbles “Perfect,” before using the lockers to write ‘Meet Me. Bathroom - Steve.’ He caps the marker and hands it back to you. Walking while folding the paper before slipping it into one of the lockers. Dragging your feet you slowly approach him.

“You got a booty call this early in the morning?” You ask with a snort.

Steve scoffs, “Please don’t ever use the word booty call again.”

“It’s two words,” You smirk. He gives you another tight smile.

“You’re just all full of smart ass this morning aren’t you?” You giggle and lean onto the lockers. He sighs, crossing his arms and follows your actions. “Besides, she isn’t a ‘booty call.’ Honestly I think she’s different.” He tilts his head down and looks up at you through his hair. You mirror his smile.

“Oh my goodness is THE King Steve thinking of settling down with someone. Maybe get a house in the country, have a farm, even get a dog-”

“Stop it, I'm serious. She’s not like any of the other girls I've been with.” You giggle again.

“Whatever you say Harrington. So, who is she if she’s so amazing and… different. Why haven’t you told me about her before?”

“Well, you don’t need to know everything going on with me. Y/n, you have your own stuff going on and I wanted to see if she was legit before I said anything. You get sick of me talking about people anyway,” He said, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

“Steve, if she's this big of a deal I think I won’t mind if you talk. You still haven’t said who she is yet by the way. I’m still wondering who Ms. Anonymous is- so now spill who she is. I'm shaking in my boots with anticipation.” You wobble your knees for effect. Steve chuckles, dragging his hand from his hair to down his face. He looks back up at you with a lazy smile. 

“Nancy Wheeler.” Your jaw goes slack slightly. 

Moving in closer, you whisper, “You snagged little miss perfect? No way, you're bluffing. Tell me you’re bluffing.”

“Am I really bluffing if I put a note in her locker? No you’re right we were just going to have a little study sesh in the bathroom y’know since I’m sucking at algebra right now. Which now that I think of it, is your fault. You said you would do my homework last week,” He stated. 

“I never said I would do it. I said I would help you do it and you know algebra isn’t my strong suit.”

“Same thing. Either way, yes I ‘snagged’ Nancy Wheeler who should be here any second now so maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out by her locker,” He said while pulling your shoulder along with him to walk down the hall. 

Re-adjusting your backpack you take a moment to look back up at Steve. His eyes scanned the hallway no doubt searching for a possible Nancy Wheeler in sight. Chuckling lightly you brought your attention back to the surroundings in front of you. It was his turn to look at you. 

“What?” He asked. You turned your head back to him. 

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you didn’t snag Wheeler, looks like she snagged you.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Yeah, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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Nancy Wheeler. Huh. Didn’t see that coming. That was all you could think as Steve entered the bathroom. Not before giving you a mock solute and telling you he might be late to class, making you roll your eyes. Sighing, you adjusted your backpack again and started walking to class. Being early to class for the first time in……. Months, wow look at you go-

Scratch that you forgot to actually stop at your locker. Curse the existence of textbooks. Turning around, Carol passed you giving you a slight smile. Which you returned. Not fully meaning it, but y’know for Steve’s sake right? 

If you have to be honest you didn’t really like ‘Steve’s friends.’ Even though they were technically yours too. Always having someone to party with or talk to was a plus but didn’t take away from the fact all of them were assholes. Steve partially included but he's been there for you since day one. Of Course you weren’t just going to stop seeing him when he started hanging out with some newer people. 

New years meant new things and new attention. When it first started during the beginning of Freshman year it wasn't that bad but as time went on Steve’s popularity kept on growing, not to mention his ego with it. 

He was fine by himself but around others like Tommy H. and Carol he was to say different. He turned into this ‘King Steve’ that developed and came to be named as time went on. That Steve was also an asshole and didn’t care to seem that he was one. However, there were times where repressed his actions.

But who isn't going to be an asshole when they get the right or in this case wrong attention? As it was said before it wasn’t like you were going to drop him because of a couple of inconveniences. Even if the inconveniences end with you having to put up with many annoying people, driving him home at least once every two weeks and feeling obligated to be a personal babysitter to make sure he doesn’t get in too much trouble. 

But, that’s what friends were for. Right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done the same for you.

— 

Nancy Wheeler finally entered the school after having a spoiled breakfast from Mike putting syrup on her eggs. What compelled him to be such a little brat this early in the morning? She didn’t know. Barb quickly approached her as she walked through the doors. 

“So, did he call?” She asked excitedly. Nancy’s eyes widened as she turned to Barb. 

“Keep your voice down,” She scolded.

“Did he?” Barb persisted. Nancy rolled her eyes with a small smile. 

“I told you, it’s not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that- woah!” She exclaimed as her books fell from her hands.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologized quickly, going down to pick up the dropped items. You looked up to see who it was and what you would know, it was Nancy Wheeler. The girl of the hour. 

“It’s fine really. I wasn’t watching where I was going either I was…..distracted,” Nancy glared playfully at Barb, reaching down to pick up some things as well before turning to you. She froze slightly as she recognized who it was. You got up and held out a few of the fallen books to the girl. Nancy just stared before hurriedly getting up and accepting the items with a thanks. You bit your lip slightly thinking of something else to say. This was your first official meeting with Nancy. You two never seemed to have had a reason to talk even with the similar schedule and living in the same area. Nancy’s eyes flashed down to the action before snapping them back up to your eyes.. 

“Nancy, right?” You asked knowing full well what the answer was. Nancy smiled slightly with a nod. You returned it. There was a pause before your attention was brought to the person standing behind Nancy. “And Barbara?” Barb looked slightly shocked that you acknowledged her presence, nodding her head as well. Another awkward pause ensued. Nancy, noting this, took a chance to speak.

“And you’re Y/n. We have Algebra and Chemistry together don’t we?” She asked, also fully knowing the answer. It was your turn to nod.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird that this is the first time we have had an actual conversation,” you mentioned with a brief laugh. It actually wasn’t weird. While Nancy was spending most of her time keeping her grades up, you were too busy trying to live in the moment and managing to average with a C just barely. However, that was better than most could say. But with the fact when she was staying home studying, you were in the process of dragging Steve to your home to crash on your couch might play a factor in why this talk hasn’t happened earlier.

“Mhm, it probably wouldn’t have happened if I was paying attention, so sorry about that,” she said in a soft voice. She tilted her head down bashfully while her eyes looked back up at you. You paused again for a moment. Caught off guard by the sound of her voice. Why? Psh, you didn’t know other than the fact it probably shouldn't have. Brushing it off you cleared your throat. 

“No, you’re fine. I was in my head and wasn’t watching my step. I take the full blame.” Placing a hand on your chest, you gave a slight bow in apology. Causing her to chuckle. Catching a glimpse at one of the clocks on the walls you brought your attention back to the two girls. “Alright, well it was nice properly meeting the both of you,” you brought up your hands to gesture to them, “- but now if you’ll excuse me I have to hurry to Chem to be able to be early for the first time since September.”

 Giving a solute you walked past them. Both of them returned brief waves but were stopped short as they watched you turn around, quickly go to a locker, open it, and grab something inside. You walked back gesturing to the textbook with a tight smile and continuing on your way.

Both girls watched silently as you walked down the hall. Barb blinked a couple times then cleared her throat. “ Well that was something I wasn’t expecting,” she stated.

Part two...(coming soon)

“Tell me about it,” Nancy said with a light chuckle. I mean, who knew Steve Harrington’s best friend was a dork?

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Part two...

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#stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x yn #nancy wheeler fanfiction #nancy wheeler fanfic #platonic!steve harrington x reader

[anemxvisions]

//ok my monster thoughts about the AQ

Ok first off Paimon read the freaking room omfg like please! Do you not see the state of Possion?! Like she just lost the two closest people in her life. On top of that I was crying laughing when Neuvillette showed up and clearly saw her going through it but he legit perked up and was so happy to hear how Sigewinne is doing like bruh XD

That out of the way lets get to the most talked about parts of the AQ

First the imfamous Childe throw by Skirk…honestly it’s actually what I expect from her. Listen Hoyo loves teasing us so they’re not going to show all dynamics with her. If anything this is a clear sign of her character especially as she referred to an all consuming whale as a pet. Her chucking Childe goes to show she’s not super entuned with human nature, given how long she’s been in the abyss makes sense. Bottomline I didn’t take away from the scene as comedic, yeah it got a little chuckle but after I heard how Skirk talked about him makes sense, Childe is the stray cat she found in the dumpster, stinky baby.

Moving onto the Focalor and Furina, yeah Furina needs a god damn hug and I’m taking her away from Focalor! My jaw dropped when I saw the hundreds of tally marks as she had to go through basically the same day for over five hundred years with the only thing keeping her going is Focalor’s message. God my poor bubble like she probably wanted to tell Neuvillette so many times but couldn’t I’m sobbing.

I do feel they could have hinted more at Focalor being separated, it would have made her sacrifice feel more impactful like Rukka’s but I digress she needed to be completely hidden in order to defy the heavenly principles which good for you girl. I just don’t like how Furina’s ‘reward’ for all of this is to live as a human like…five hundred years to get maybe at most sixty years? It does not seem fair or just, her suffering worth so little.

Neuvillette honestly was going through it but I’m so happy he wasn’t ‘betrayed’ by Furina like how a lot of us were predicting. I do however wished he had the like big emotional moment with her and not Focalor.

A thing I really liked is how the Fatui for once are not blamed for what happened and instead actually helped the nation out. The Knave said it best that organizations with abundances of resources should lend a hand no matter sides. She came to Fontaine first to save her home get the gnosis second. I am sensing the building blocks of her being friendly towards us for when she eventually becomes playable and yeah wincing and mourning the loss of her being the mean queen but who knows we still need Fontaine’s second world boss.

Nobody else said it but I am so mad at the lack of more Remurina lore! Like how can you heavily talk about it last quest and barely any mention of it?! I hear maybe in the future we will be getting more but I’m all huffy

So glad to see the arc was used, a small part of me felt like the arc in the fortress was never going to be used as a plot point so very glad I wasn’t disappointed.

Now onto the extra info at the end…the gnosis being the remains of the third descender is def giving JJK Sukuna fingers vibes lol like what the Tsarista gonna collect them all consume them and get the power of a descender hehehehehe…..

Anyways! Natlan crumbs and it’s the nation of war and dragons like hello!

Overall I don’t typically play Archon Quests expecting anything, I always set my expectations low so I don’t get unintentionally mad some bit I was hoping for isn’t add. I don’t really expect hoyo to really get into the nitty gritty details especially with archon quests and with a track record of many of the final acts falling short I was expecting this a fifth time.

I give this AQ as a whole a 6.9/10

The build up was great the cutscenes amazing urgency all the way until the end. There are ofc some parts where it fell flat but I still greatly enjoyed this quest.

#ooc;; #genshin spoilers #genshin spoilers cw #spoilers

[liloinkoink]

hey if you need an excuse to talk more about the movie 6 treebark au, consider this that. i'd love to hear more >:D

of course of course thank you for enabling me. hey guys here’s the fucking directors cut of this fic i posted two hours ago

this is going to be long and all over the place we’re just going to have to live with that. i just thought about this so much

here’s some details abt the fic vs the actual movie (and movie stuff i couldn’t include), details from alternate plot for this au, and some little details i want to call attention to with actual content and word/formatting choices

so, first of all, this is based off my favorite One Piece movie. the villain is a former pirate captain who lost his entire crew in a shipwreck 20 years prior, and now sustains plantlike doubles/fakes through luring other pirate crews to his island and feeding the crews to the Lily Carnation. the movie’s ambiguous on a lot of stuff, such as how exactly she works, or if the crew is aware they’re not real or if they know of what their captain is doing (though it seems no). the captain, known simply as the Baron, takes a special glee in leaving only the captain of each crew alive, so that they too can understand the despair of being “completely alone in the vast [ocean]” before asking them if they’d like to die. every single captain, apparently, says yes

i obviously didn’t go with that route, tho i do have an outline for if i went for the true movie plot. if i did, i’d have approached this differently, though there are pieces of that version in this one—the tall crown to hide the sprout on Ren’s head and Martyn’s magic flowers in his hair were meant to mislead anyone who might know the movie to assume the Baron’s stand-in is Ren, as Ren is the leader/‘captain,’ rather than Martyn

i picked Martyn for the Baron instead of Ren because, honestly, i wasn’t sure if Ren would have the stomach for killing so many innocents to bring his kingdom back. Ren has bloodlust, sure, especially on red, but he tends to have a strong moral backing about it. especially in third life. Martyn is… not always so ethically rigid

all the actual movie plot aside, for this i went more for the days after ‘revival,’ from the pov of one of the ‘revived’—which reminds me, actually!

my personal favorite fact abt this fic is Ren isn’t actually in it. the only third life character actually in this is martyn. ren is dead. the character called Ren in this is a double. he’s not real. he doesn’t know that, but he’s literally just a plant. like, legit—once the baron is beat in the movie, his entire crew turns into human-height saplings. they’re fake. ship of theseus’d rendog.

…my dumbest/funniest minor detail i used to imply the fact this isn’t ren: the lilies in Martyn’s hair don’t bother Ren despite the fact he mentions them being toxic to dogs / he’s “allergic” to lilies bc he’s not a dog anymore. he’s a plant

anyway/related, we don’t know much about the Baron’s OG crew, but the fakes seem to be pretty accurate. they help the Baron play games that separate visiting crews, and while they can be tricky or underhanded, they’re not outright evil the way the Baron is. they’re pirates, so they’re not kind, but i don’t get the impression they’re, like, supernaturally evil under the Lily’s influence. they also have a genuine love for the Baron, which he returns, however twisted it’s become. they go with whatever scheme the Baron concocts to defeat the pirates who arrive here bc they’re deeply loyal to him, but there’s none of his sadism. they’re also not involved in the direct killing/feeding, and i sort of get the impression the Baron doesn’t tell them about it, but that’s a bit headcanon territory

all this to say: while this isn’t Ren, the Lily hasn’t changed him. he’s preserved exactly as the original was.

this is, relatedly, the reason Martyn’s little magical mood flowers never change from the white lilies—it’s got nothing to do with the Lily at all. he’s grieving, his king/partner is dead, and he’s not addressing it. he’s constantly looking at ‘Ren’ and seeing what he knows he’s lost. this whole fic Martyn is refusing to address or process or heal from his grief, and thus, the funerary flowers stay

speaking of Martyn’s lilies, i want everyone to know the Lily Carnation looks like this:

she’s not even a lily. she’s adorable. she’s got a little bib for eating people. i love her

(she also has two other forms which i will lightly call ‘kind of uncanny’ and ‘deeply disgusting’ but we won’t worry about those, esp bc there was no way to easily fit either in this fic) (more on that in a minute tho)

related, if you noticed, i did specify that Martyn, in the Ren ‘revival’ scene, had not only white lilies, but yellow and red lilies as well to match her! also bc yellow and red lilies mean loyalty/new beginnings and love/passion, respectively (if i remember right), which was fun.

there’s also a few more little details that you might notice if you know the movie which i had a lot of fun including but couldn’t bring up.

the simplest is the big “life after life after life” paragraph is a loose reference to the really repetitive first line of the movie, the Baron’s call for “if you are a pirate among pirates among pirates amount pirates…” as a way to ask for the best of the best to come take on his island challenges (and be torn apart).

it also visually mimics (and, i hope, emotionally evokes) one of my favroite visuals of the movie, the reveal of the Dozens of graves hidden on the island. which is a fact i didn’t even notice till Haunted pointed it out lmfao. couldn’t find an image of that online, but here’s two screenshots of a scene taking place in and showing a very small section of the graveyard

(we don’t get to know if these graves are for the crew or the baron’s victims, though considering how large it spans in every direction from this point, i would imagine the latter. which is… as fascinating as it is horrifying. who is making them? the baron? why? i love this graveyard)

another example: the fakes can’t directly think about the fact they’re dead or else they start to wither rapidly. like, within seconds they dry out and collapse if made to think about their death by an outside force (and can only be brought back to full health by the Lily being fed). i couldn’t have Ren do this on screen in a scene in his own POV, so i compromised by having him start feeling sick if he poked at that particular mental wound too much. Martyn can tell he’s dwelling on it bc he starts literally wilting and steers him away

(the crew members don’t have death wounds in the movie but i think they’re cool so. now they have them)

it didn’t get to come up at all, but the Lily on Martyn’s shoulder isn’t her main body, and the actual thing is this… massive black tube with a flat face. (gonna include some images, so and i’m gonna say maybe? trypo warning for the second image)

here’s the Actual Lily from far away and an image of a few people stuck in her… mouth? people drop on the face and are absorbed alive. just so you can get a sense of how big she is and what she does

or, here’s the Lily form i called “kind of uncanny”

unauthorized fucking thing.

didn’t have any way to include that in Ren pov tho, uh, this is what happens to everyone Martyn leads away. i was going to have something about Martyn disappearing to some barren hill off to the side of the island on occasion, to go to the Lily’s true body, but i thought it would be too confusing to add this without explaining why it was there. sometimes you have to cut accuracy for coherency, it happens. besides, it’s not like the Lily can’t eat from her little body… but for that, i’ll just. say that the little bits of body horror i included were on par for the movie

hmm. one last thing i want known if my favorite line of the fic was this:

this was originally written to go in the first scene, but i moved it to the last one to delay immediate blame on Martyn (lingering desire from the ‘full movie’ plan). the Hand severed from his heart was threefold—Martyn loses the person he loves most, yes, but a literal hand cannot function or exist if the heart of its body is destroyed. also, Martyn loses his heart in that he loses the part of him that would care what he’s doing is wrong

also, the second to last paragraph:

the ‘terrible terrible thing’ is a Ren quote from the execution, in which he tells Martyn he’s going to ask him to do ‘a terrible terrible thing.’ so obviously i had to twist his words here for something he would never ask of Martyn

my final note about this fic is The Real Actual Person Martyn keeps up with One Piece, and he’s tweeted abt watching other One Piece movies, which means there’s a nonzero chance this man could read this and understand it, which horrifies me

#oink asks #anonymous #IM SO HINGED AND NORMAL

[somuchyoudontknow]

Sophie I’m about to rant due to those freaking anon responses. The below is specifically to the anons who replied to the Lana post as well as the racist in this fandom, yes there are racist in this fandom.

To everyone else, you all have been great and entertaining to observe. Please continue to stand up against racism and problematic issues!

To the idiotic anons:

Wow, I never mentioned anything about Lana Del Ray’s, music but wow at you anons calling yourselves out.

People sat here for months berating others about Alba and how it’s wrong for Chris to associate with racist yet……I now see that many here excuse problematic behavior in various other ways in their own lives. This is why I knew many in this fandom never cared about racism.

To think this fandom is majority white and many in the fandom probably only gave a damn about #BlackLivesMatter once they saw Chris at a protest. 🙄

I recall the outcry many had over minority fans specially black women writing fan fics about Chris and being absolutely outraged, many got pissed, telling black fans to stop writing and claiming how he’d ever date a black woman in real life.

All the public interactions he’s had with black women and his legit flirting with black interviewers, yet how quick so many in this fandom were to say it meant nothing, yet let a brunette white woman follow him and all hell breaks loose about him dating said woman. 😒

See, this is why I remained mute about much of this shitshow, many have excused various other things yet claim to be mad at Alba over having racist friends when many of you probably do as well. Hell many in this fandom probably just “tolerate” minorities or have racist thoughts and views yet believe since you don’t act on said thoughts, it’s okay, ITS NOT!! If Chris wasn’t the prime topic I’m sure some of you would probably defend Alba’s ass.

Thanks for telling us all how you all really feel anons, I don’t give a damn who you listen to, many have called Lana problematic for various reasons, nothing to do solely with her freaking music but you all already know how problematic she is or else ……..you all would not have responded the way you did. #TrueColors

If Chris married outside of his race many of you would lose your ever loving shit and that’s the gospel truth.

Many here don’t hate the fact that Alba is problematic nor racist, you simply hate the fact that she was in the same proximity as Chris Evans regardless if you think this is real or PR and you all use all the bs she and her friends have done as an excuse to spew that jealous anger. Absolutely pathetic just like her!!!!

Also LSA (lipstick alley) was created to be a online space for BLACK women. Unfortunately that has changed over the past decade, but You know why many there have completely wrote Chris off? Because we as black people don’t tolerate any person claiming to be against racism, yet hangs, befriends or associates with fucking racist!!!!

Chris seemed like a great guy and now many won’t ever see him the same again all because of this stupid ass PR stunt. That is why many hate watched, they wanted proof this was PR and that this man wasn’t purposefully hanging with these racist, but now people simply don’t care anymore, they’re over this shitshow.

White privilege is a mofo, no one stopped to ask how Lana was problematic or what specific things she’s said or done….why? Because she never said or done anything considered offensive to you anons, but you all were so fucking quick to say (“what am I supposed to stop listening to her because of that?” “Why can’t we just separate the person from the art”, “I guess we shouldn’t support any celebrity since they are all problematic”, etc) if that’s how you all deal with racism and problematic behavior then it’s no wonder racism and other crap are still tolerated.

Anons you’re a bunch of enablers. To continue to support someone regardless of their bad behaviors speaks volumes. Kanye West acted a plump fool, I don’t care how great his music was…….I don’t listen nor support him, PERIOD!!!!!

Argue amongst yourselves, screw the racist in this fandom, I’m done! 🖕🏾

I am so sorry you are leaving but your mental peace is the most important so I understand it. There is no doubt there are many problems in this fandom. Please take care of yourself.

#chris-evans #chris evans pr #alba-baptista #lana-del-ray

[figurecollection]

Hi! I was wondering if you knew anything about the figures that come from CultureFly. They’re made in China but are they legitimate? I’ve run into a Nezuko one in my local Target but couldn’t seem to find any information.

CultureFly are legitimate; they're a New York based merch company that make all of their figures in-house and have access quite a few big Pop Culture licences like Disney, DC, Marvel, and Nintendo. I've checked their site and they are the ones who have produced the Animal Crossing Collectors Box that I've seen a few times on Instagram. They make all of their figures from vinyl, combined with them modelling their own figures.

But as you mentioned, I can't find much on their Nezuko figure. I did a basic search and found a couple available on ebay.

As I mentioned earlier, Culturefly only make vinyl figures, so the vinyl part checks out. She also has a bit of a bonked face, which is characteristic of some of their figures.

lol. Looking closely, her box has quite a few copyright credits, which I assume having them on there was part of the licencing deal, and their twitter claims everything is officially licenced, something you do not lie about when your base of operations address is 1 click away, lmao

She's not part of a collectors box, since all their box items come in one package with one barcode and she has her own separate code, and you mentioned you saw her at Target. I had a quick look and it looks like Culturefly actually do some Target exclusive merch that isn't available on Culturefly's main site. So I think it's a Target/retail exclusive item, possibly being in store only (not sure how Target works I've never been to the US lol) and wasn't listed on their site. This is backed up by the fact I can't find ANY stock photos of it, only photos people have taken to resell, and every listing is American, meaning she wasn't sold internationally.

So to answer your question: It seems she is legit, possibly a physical retail exclusive of some kind, and not exactly rare, since there's a fair few ebay listings for reasonable prices, just... Cryptic. I messaged Culturefly to see if I can get any more info on her, so I will let you know if they get back to me.

#these are my favvvv kind of asks please ask me to find stuff #thank you so much anon i hope this is helpful #replies #asks

[kinetic-elaboration]

September 19: AHS 5x07 Flickers

So the streak of hey this season is better than I remembered comes to an end.

This episode was a real slog for me, honestly. I’m sure there are a lot of people to whom it would appeal a lot: the sexy threesome, the 1920s silent-movie style footage, the crack-y idea that the director of Nosferatu turned Rudolph Valentino and his wife into vampires and now they’re loose on c.2015 L.A. But it just doesn’t work for me. I don’t know why. I just… don’t care about any of these characters at all.

Getting all my faves center stage the last episode or two meant that this episode was inevitable, but still, 40 minutes entirely of Detective John, March, and the Countess was just really grim for me. The Countess actually is growing on me, and I would say Gaga carried this episode pretty much single-handedly. But what interests me is more the facets of her character, as I mentioned last time, the cruelty and selfishness in the same personality as the kindness and seduction. I don’t care so much about her backstory, which in my opinion is pretty thin and filled with some very standard story beats (naïve girl is seduced by stardom and stars, loses herself in grief, becomes monstrous) and oh-so-coincidental tie-ins with previously separate characters like March. Like it’s supposed to be deeper than it is.

I will say that the modern-day dinner between her and March was probably the best scene in the episode, this like bizarre exes-but-they’re-creatures little glamorous power play or whatever. I mean again she is carrying it because March is just so boring and so silly (Just a hobo!! Like what the absolute fuck) but the scene as a whole I enjoyed.

I’ll also give the whole concept some credit for just being so over the top, campy, and crack-y. Like if you’re not watching AHS for vampire-Valentino, why are you watching it?

I also thought the concept of them stuck for nearly a hundred years in a walled off hotel room, immortal and hidden, had a sort of visceral Twilight-Zone-style horror that was quite cool.

And it’s interesting to see Finn Witrock re-used as a different character. I mean is Tristan way better? Yes. But the idea that we’re seeing the same face on the Countess’s first and greatest love as on her most recent love makes the idea of her sudden attraction to him look a little different. Was she drawn to a similarity? Or is that just a red herring? We know she switches between lovers often (often in context of her lifespan) and that she is fickle about them, that they all have expirations and so that was Dom’s. And she certainly felt no sorrow about randomly killing him. Would she have done the same to Rudi had they stayed together? Gotten bored of him too? Overpowered and ended him? Is that what the re-casting hints at?

Compare all this to the Detective John stuff and it’s brilliant. I just can’t stand him. What a bore. I think one of the reasons I remember Hotel so poorly is that it saddled itself with not one, but two serial killers—like March OR Detective John The Commandment Killer would be bad enough but I have to deal with BOTH? And Detective John doesn’t even have anyone to play off of except a vampire girl whose presence in the… psych ward? prison? was never really explained—and who I legit thought might have been a hallucination except for the vampire backstory. I don’t know. I don’t care. That extremely long, slow, weird conversation between them was obviously supposed to be mysterious and fraught with meaning but the only thing I could think was that if you’re going to pace a scene this slow, it better be as part of Mr. Robot, the only show I’ve ever seen that does slow-and-hallucinatory-and-dark with any degree of skill.

Anyway. I’m not hating this re-watch even though the quality of the season varies a lot depending on which story and character is at the forefront. We’re at the point in the season when everything is starting to feel really random, like they don’t really know what to do with the story lines they started so they’re just throwing out random ideas, and maybe that’s an unfair characterization—they always needed to explain the Countess’s connection to the hotel, and she’s talked about her one great love before so obviously he needed to be revealed—but it still feels like nothing’s really moving forward and things are making less, rather than more, sense. But, that’s kind of how this show works.

#the year 2023 #2023: fandom thoughts #2023: ahs

[tim-hoe-wan]

I totally believe both Olivia and Jason are awful people separate or together. But is the whole litigating to debt on Jason or is it his lawyer’s move? My mom is a family lawyer and she absolutely uses this tactic a lot.

I’m also very careful who I talk to regarding this. Reddit and twitter are hellbent that there should always be a protagonist and antagonist in the story, when it seems to me Jason being a dick doesn’t erase the fact Olivia is also an ass and professional victim.

I for one am still unconvinced the serving on stage was deliberate. But I also don’t see how this means Jason can’t be an ass when he dated Olivia for years and vice versa.

Also I am legit confused, both Jason and Olivia denounced the nanny story. This doesn’t mean the nanny story can’t be real, I just don’t know why their individual fans still use it when both have denounced it. In reality from a completely objective pov, the nanny story outs both of them are just horrible selfish people.

I’m not convinced the serving was deliberate honestly. That’s unfortunate, but there’s semantics to that where I can’t be easily convinced Jason purposely organized it done on stage. As for the whole litigating to debt, unless his lawyer never tells him the next strategy, I don’t see why Jason would continue to delay this if he was actually prioritizing their kids. I can see how this could help him get primary custody, but it’s more selfish move than doing it for your kids to want to delay this much. Although honestly this thing is so common in separated parents, it’s more overblown drama to me and both parties just seem like horrible people to want to root for anyone.

As for the whole protagonist-antagonist, people haven’t grown up from the whole black and white narrative of their childhood. It’s why I find talking about high profile dramas exhausting is cause often people want someone to root for or hate and a lot of it is wanting to project or have a certain bias. You’re right about the nanny thing, people use it to propel their bias or chosen narrative of this even though they jountly denounced the story. From a totally unbiased pov, if the nanny story were real those two are manipulative selfish pricks. I can’t see reading that whole thing and thinking either Olivia or Jason are good people or totally innocent.

Another thing to add with deuxmoi sub especially is you’d see they have this woman villain of the month and their chosen victim of the month and it’s almost always a white woman. Look, it’s totally right to talk about how a lot of the hate Olivia got was propelled by misogyny and how it’s totally overblown by Harry stans. But some people there are totally keen on rewriting history as if no one has any reason to dislike her or only picking stories that could portray her as a victim, even to the point of making a villain off another woman aka Flo, which makes my blood boil everytime. I’ve mentioned this with the Hailey drama, it’s true at a certain drama they’re totally faultless and are the victim. Doesn’t mean they have never done anything wrong their entire life or everyone should suddenly absolve their other bullshit.

[wretchedvulgarian]

Art and Quincey rly are just inseparable huh

#dracula #like legit they’re never mentioned separately #quincey morris #arthur holmwood

[kikyan]

How do you think the yanderes (Wei wuxian, lan xichen, jiang Cheng) would react to their daughters hating them? For an example seeing their mother (aka darling) crying because of what the Yandere was doing👀

Why are you requesting for the characters with severe mommy issues 

But of course I’ll write it! Let’s see. . . starting with Wei Wuxian! 

ALSO HAD THIS IS MY DRAFTS AND LEGIT DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS ALMOST DONE UNTIL I CHECKED I AM SO SORRY

Again, like I’ve mentioned countless times, I don’t like to split up Wangxian so this will be a poly relationship! 

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wanji 

For starters, this is one of the tamest yanderes you could be with if you listen. If you follow their few requirements you’ll forget that you were even kidnapped, they’re very chill but. . .let’s say that you didn’t listen to them. It was simple, stay within the house perimeters and don’t go out. The entire Lan Clan is happy with you being here for the two and happily welcomed your daughter. I can already see WWX and LWJ shedding tears at the birth/adoption of your daughter. Their newest addition to the family! 

Once they were brought in, rules were added for both your protection and your daughter! Think of if with the Lan brother’s and their mother. She was given a home but could not leave it. You could walk around the entire sect, you just couldn’t leave. Well, that’s exactly what you did and you got punished for it. They were really disappointed with your behavior but I think what hurt them the most would be seeing your daughter upset. 

Maybe they weren’t harsh on you, but you were scared of the possibility of them being angry. It’s been like that for years. You know they’d never hurt you but you were scared of being left alone because I do see isolation or maybe WWX calling up a ghost for scares might be a usual punishment to make you realize, you NEED them. Anyways, your daughter is exposed to this, it doesn’t take long to realize that this behavior isn’t exactly ideal. The next time they scare you or lead you into a panic your daughter stands up. She talks about how she can’t have a stable relationship with either of them because she knows that they’re bullying you. They are hurting you, they are causing you distress and to them, it’s an eye opener. 

WWX and his biological family are unknown, but the family that he had with the Jiang Clan meant the world to him. He can’t stand the fact that his own child hates him and neither can LWJ. LWJ cherished the time he spent with his mother, so to some degree, the both can see what their daughter means and realize, it’s time to change. The both come to terms that they should listen to what their daughter says because they don’t want their child to grow up motherless or to some extend, feel like they grew up too quickly with shit parents. 

WWX would opt to separate the two of you for the time being. Give one another time to heal and then properly apologize for what has happed. Bringing together the entire family and talking the situation and striving to change. Granted as their daughter gets older they might add some rules towards them to protect of course. LWJ would try his best to show his daughter their logic and reasoning, but I feel like maybe he’s emotionally manipulate his daughter, tell her of their upbringing and why being a parent is a hard task. 

Jiang Cheng

Aside from the angst I’m about to spill I know for a fact that his daughter would be best friends with Jin ling and he wouldn’t grow up sad because his daughter would stand up for him when they bully him for it. 

Just like his relationship with Jin Ling, he’d love to show emotion but he feels like that would be weakness. He has strict rules on you for sure and those same rules apply to your daughter as well. He’s scared to lose the both of you without a doubt, but does he have to say such harsh words? It almost sounds as if he doesn’t even want you around! His daughter doesn’t waste any time in speaking against him. Sure, growing up with someone like that is tough, because you were somewhat scared of him, but this is about their mother! 

They speak their concerns and thought to Jiang Cheng it doesn’t seem like it means a lot to him considering he dismissed his daughter away, the thought lingers in his mind. He does this to protect his family, both his parents are dead, yanli is dead, and he can never face Wei Wuxian again because of what happened. He understands where they are coming from though, its the same with his mother. His mother loved and cared for him, she had a rough time expressing it and a rough way, but all he ever wanted was his mothers approval. This is where it gets interesting, it will take time but he’ll start slowly changing. 

He’ll let himself indulge in certain feelings from now on. Making it easier on his daughter so she doesn’t try to seek his approval, but he also awaits the moment he can hold your hand and admit his love for you. He loves you and his proud of you and your daughter, but he’s so afraid that the moment he looks away or seems weak, someone will come in and take you away from him like the Wen Clan took his family. 

Lan Xichen

I think I mentioned that worst case scenario your child will live separately from you if things went south, but let’s say it did. Your child only gets a few hours of visitation a couple of days until you start craving more. Lan Xichen uses this tactic to make it so that you plead and beg him to bring you back to him. Your child catches on to this and tries to negotiate with him. He sees her side and begins to think, she’s right. As much as he knows that his plan WILL work, he’s been thinking of breaking you down for a perfect family instead of trying to create a perfect family. Well he did raise a smart girl after all. 

It would have been a shock to him when his daughter comes to tell him. She hates what he’s doing to you because it’s not good. It’s not normal and he’s going to break this family if he keeps trying. I honestly see his daughter attempting to manipulate him into releasing you or changing his behavior towards you. While he doesn’t fall for the manipulation because he finds it amusing, he does come to understand her side and agrees. He starts to see that he enjoys a family who is together as opposed to one that is far away. 

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere headcannons #yandere #yandere anime #yandere anime headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere fanfiction #yandere mdzs x reader #yandere mdzs #yandere mdsz #yandere wei wuxian x reader #yandere wei wuxian #yandere wei ying #yandere lan wangji #yandere lan wangji x reader #yandere lan zhan #yandere jiang cheng x reader #yandere jiang cheng #yandere lan xichen #yandere lan xichen x reader