#more like DAD-dy bane

[hanasnx]

(not my images i only found them on pinterest and edited some coloring for panels 1 & 3 using vsco)

this outfit of cad’s was elite and i’m in love w him

#cad bane #more like DAD-dy bane #more like cad BABE #indy shoots the shit #please make self care a priority #<3 #tcw #the clone wars #sw #star wars #tcw cad bane #book of boba fett #indy edits

[soulaires]

Sweet Dreams | A.W

pairings: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!Reader

synopsis: Aaron loves his daughter, he really do. Hell, he would burn down the world for her but sometimes,, all he wanted was to spend one night alone with you—his beloved pretty wife.

warnings: interrupted sexy times, domestic life, GIRL DAD AARON WARNER LESSGOOO, comfort, nightmares, Aaron Warner is so done, reader and dior are little shits, fluff, married life, light smut obvi, it was interrupted though (literally the whole plot) not proofread …

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🏷 :: @ravisinghs-wife @ab-baybay @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @cosmicswan @nomournersonefuneral @lilyevansstudygroup @arinexeisnotworking

Aaron Warner is a good father.

He really is, he educated himself on the risks, pros and cons, he even bought himself a book on how to take care of his pregnant wife, a beginners guide on being a father and what not.

He would like to pride himself that he knows about everything, knows how to handle when the baby cries, when the baby throws a tantrum, or when his daughter wants something and such.

but…

If there was one fact no one mentioned to Warner about being a father, it was just how quickly his sex life would evaporate.

He loves dior, he really does. She is his most beloved daughter, baby girl, light of his life, his princess, his Achilles heel (plus you, of course.) and unfortunately the bane of his existence.

he’s kidding.

but of course there are some times that he just wants an alone time with you, his beautiful wife without being interrupted by a certain little princess.

All because you drove him to madness, igniting an insatiable desire within him, awakening the hidden beast that eagerly salivated and panted in response to your lustful glances, strategically unleashed whenever the mood struck.

He would be a fool to lie and pretend you didn’t stir something inside of him, some wretched version of himself rattled the bars of its cage, akin to a hurricane relentlessly tearing through barriers to reach you whenever you allowed your sugar-sweet voice to caress his sensitive ears.

He was a slave for the love you easily gave him as if it’s the easiest thing you can ever do. How can you easily love someone like him? a hopeless man yearning for thirst and begging for a single drink, a solitary taste, as if dying of thirst and pleading at your feet.

You were his goddess, and the privilege of sharing your bed, your throne, surpassed all his wildest dreams. Simply being by your side was more than he believed he deserved, and he vividly recalled the day he first encountered you—the day you convinced him that he was truly worth something.

—

The room is awash with the silvery glow of the moon, you notice, setting a tranquil atmosphere that amusingly contradicts the feverish warmth of Aaron's caresses. His kisses trace a journey from the curve of your neck to the hollow of your navel. However, any sense of composure shatters when your husband playfully bites your right nipple, sending all rational thoughts scattering out the window.

“Ah, Aaron,” you groan after a sharp nip against your collarbone. “fuck! baby…I—we can’t—!”

“Shh, we can, love. Dior is asleep” he whispers against your ear, “just let me take care of my wife, yeah?” He said as he caressed your hair, admiring your beauty under him. “It’s just us…” he said as he chuckled and that made you shiver.

“Pretty, momma…look at you, my pretty wife.” Aaron shifts to readjust himself as he hurriedly vanishes the remaining clothes and attacks your lips and kisses you passionately and hungrily as if he has been starved for years.

“Gods—look at you, ma, pretty as life and poison, want me to put another baby on you, hm?” he said as he dragged his teeth against your chest to taste your beating heart and he then placed soft and slow kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb.

You draw him closer, intending for a light and sweet kiss to allow your husband to continue his gentle touches. Yet, it’s not your fault that you find yourself getting lost in the sheer perfection that is Warner.

He, in turn, envelops both of you with his hand, stirring a gentle desire for more within you and oh, dear god, you need more.

Just as you are about to open your mouth to voice out your desires for a little more, a soft, almost inaudible knock interrupts the intimate moment.

The unmistakable soft voice of your three-year-old daughter pierces through the room, calling out, “momma..? dada..?” Panic flashes between you and Aaron, and hastily, you both scramble to locate your discarded clothes.

“mommy! daddy!” yelled dior through the door as she started knocking continuously that makes you and your husband panic more. “‘s da door broken..?!”

“just a second, princess,” Aaron softly calls out, panicking when his hard-on doesn’t seem to go away. Hell.

He glances up at his wife and stares at you, baffled when he realizes that you had already put on your night gown and on your way to open the door.

“Wha—how?” he asks in disbelief. “You were literally just—”

“Don’t underestimate me.” You joked.

Aaron dismissively shakes his head, muttering under his breath, and takes a seat on the bed, discreetly covering his arousal with the white comforter just as Dior bursts into the room and enthusiastically throws herself into your arms.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper, gently rubbing comforting circles on her back. “Nightmare, love?”

"Uh-huh," Dior nods against your neck, her tears leaving your nightgown slightly damp.

you picked her up and went to the bed as dior hugged her dad, sniffing as she softly cried, “oh, darling. What happened, princess? hm?” Asked Warner as he hugged his crying daughter to his arms.

“I—hiccup t-thought monsters got you,” said dior, her green eyes filled with tears. you then pulled her into a hug.

“aw, baby, we are fine,” you said, patting her back. you brush the blonde curls out of your daughter’s eyes. “yeah, sweetheart, no monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” you replied, assuringly as you stood up to rock her to calm her down.

“We promised, sweet princess. And if there is, daddy will scare the ugly monsters away,” your husband assured her from the bed as dior starting to calm down,

“really?” she said with a shaky voice and a glassy doe eyes and you almost cried seeing her state.

Poor baby.

“I promise, Di, daddy will protect you and momma.” Aaron said sincerely as you rocked her back and forth in your arms, running your fingers through her wild curls.

Dior sniffles start to quiet down. “Mhm…,” she says. “Can I stay here?” She looks at you with puppy eyes that is impossible for you to say no so you nodded.

“Of course, princess ,” Aaron responds, quietly mourning the loss of one night with his wife, alone.

As you continue rocking Dior in your arms, attempting to lull her into a peaceful slumber, your efforts are momentarily interrupted by her sweet voice, breaking the silence of the room.

“Mommy?” Dior queries after a few minutes, perched on your lap with a wide-eyed expression. “What's wrong with daddy?”

Your gaze shifts toward Aaron, who remains sprawled face-down on the bed, emitting occasional groans and muffled whines in his attempt to compose himself for the sake of your toddler. Suppressing a grin, you find amusement in his comical efforts.

“Well, Di,” you murmur, showering light kisses on your daughter’s chubby cheeks to conceal your amusement. “I think your daddy is having a nightmare, much like the one you just experienced.”

Dior gasps in innocent concern. ”Oh no! Mommy, give daddy kisses to scare the monsters away!”

Smiling at her pure-hearted suggestion, you gently explain, “I don’t think that will help, sweet thing.” Observing Dior's face scrunch up in confusion, you swiftly add, ”You see, adults have different nightmares than kids do.”

“But kisses always help!” Dior insists with unwavering conviction.

”Well, if you insist,” you reply, giving in to her innocent plea, and share a quiet laugh at the sheer delight evident on Dior's face.

As you comply with dior’s request, you peppered kisses onto your husband’s face, eliciting a chorus of giggles from both him and Dior.

After showering Aaron with a cascade of kisses, he playfully remarks, "Mhm, daddy is okay now, but he'll be even more okay if you give daddy a kiss too."

Dior, with her eyes sparkling, responds enthusiastically, "Okay, Daddy!" She complies, peppering him with a flurry of sweet kisses as you heard Aaron giggles so you did, and in the midst of the joyous exchange, she graciously plants kisses on your face, too.

“Thank you, baby. Ready for sleep?” You asked and the response is a barely there nod.

“Love you and g’night, little missy.” You whisper, your voice sounds like a lullaby to the quiet room.

Aaron chimes in, taking on the role of the protector, “daddy will be right here, chasing away any monsters that dare to bother you, emerald.”

Dior, even in her drowsy state, manages to mumble a sleepy “luvu, daffy, momfy” before succumbing to dreams. The room, now quiet except for the soft breathing of your little one.

Your husband then looked at you and softly smiled, “I’ll chase all of your monsters away, too, love.” you softly giggled and gave him a peck.

However, as the night deepens, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning your attention, you find your husband, his expression akin to a kicked puppy, a playful pout adorning his features. It’s a silent plea for the solitude that eluded him tonight, a longing for those moments when it’s just the two of you.

You meet his gaze, understanding the unspoken disappointment in his eyes. As a promise of solace, you assure him with a tender look that whispers, ”Next time, it'll be just us.” you promised him.

And you were never the one who breaks promises.

So, was it really a surprise that after you fulfilled your promise you found yourself with two positive pregnancy tests?

No, not really.

📫 :: my first post in 2024 ?!?!!? Anyway this will be a series !!! Next one will be the introduction of the new addition to the family and THE question of “where does baby come from?” From baby warner. Also, if you want to be added to my taglist please do let me know!

#reader insert #shatter me series #shatter me #aaron warner x reader #riewrites 🫀 #aaron warner #aaron warner x you #aaron warner anderson #aaron warner imagines #aaron warner x y/n #girl dad aaron warner #dad aaron warner #fem!reader #mom!reader #husband aaron warner #The Warner Family 🪐

[anarchy-n-glitter]

The Good, The Bad, and...

Summary: Lucy and The Ghoul encounter a shadowy figure from his past while on their way to New Vegas. This stranger, nicknamed Red Eyes, is intent on collecting a bounty on The Ghoul as a means to settle a feud between the two after they were betrayed by him. Will Red Eyes succeed, or will they have a change of heart based on their complicated feelings toward the man? (Cooper Howard x OC/reader) Words: 2,941

A/N: I forgot to post chapter 1 of this on here sorry guys. Anyway this is low key a Star Wars AU because as a Cad Bane fan I simply could not help myself so this is technically kind of a follow up to this fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

From the Desert Comes a Stranger

“I’ve taken down so many of dese clones over da years…” Her father began in his heavily accented manner, sighing, and pushing his hat back with his pointer finger as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The red of his irises were somehow muted by the red lenses of the goggles he wore, which made it hard to see the look in his eyes as it was. He quickly dropped to his knees and with a single swipe of his knife he removed something from the clone’s body. She couldn’t quite make out what it was before he pocketed it.

He turned around quickly, pointing his gloved finger up at her. She straightened up.

“Now, Ciella, what ya need to know is…” He handed her the bloodied knife, closing her fingers around the hilt and holding her smaller hand in his. It was one of the only times he made a tender gesture towards her other than the odd hug here and there. 

“Once you figure out one da rest are easy.” She had to wonder what the point of all this was. 

When they arrived on the site - an old, decrepit warehouse with a caved-in roof - her father was quick to corner the clone that now lay dying before them. He tried his best to grab the gun that was strapped to his leg, fumbling with it and managing to point it in her father’s general direction before he was gunned down. Two shots in the chest from the looks of it, shots that left the man (clone) heaving and wheezing on the floor with blank eyes, and she knew that’s what he wanted to happen. If he wanted to shoot the man in the head he would have. He was the fastest shot in the Wasteland, and it would stay that way for many years. 

“Now, I want ya to take dat knife dere and,” He finally stood and moved her closer to the dying man. “Yer gonna have to cut his throat, unless ya want to hear him scream. I’m not against it but it’s best dat we keep him quiet. Don’t want any stragglers comin’ in and takin’ us by surprise.”

Ciella drew in a deep breath as she knelt down beside the man. His blank eyes suddenly held so much emotion, it was a look she’d seen in her own eyes a few times before. Mostly on dark nights in the Jewel as she listened to the way men spoke to her mother… and the way her father spoke to her at times. It was the look she saw in the mirror after she saw how her mama took care of those men - their purple, mangled faces contorted in pain and their eyes bloodshot staring up at her, and their hands clutched around their throats. 

This man was in pain, and he was afraid of dying. 

There was a large tattoo on the side of his face, around his eye. It was a symbol, most likely belonging to whatever faction he belonged to since escaping his vault. From what she overheard her dad discussing, Vault 66 seemed to be defunct, with the clones created within revolting and escaping into the Wasteland. He had been hunting down the clones for the last five years, among other things. She never quite understood why anyone would flee a vault to live on the surface. 

Her father took the respirator off of his face, letting it hang below his chin. She felt more at ease at this, happy to hear his own, unmodified voice walking her through what she was about to do. Her heart was beating fast and felt like it had leapt into her throat. She glanced at the open ceiling and focused on the large, white moon that hung in the deep blue sky. 

Perhaps the sky full of swirling stars would be enough to comfort her.

“When he’s dead, cut off da part of his face with da tattoo and hand it to da Tin-Man. Den we can go home.” He instructed. Ciella hesitated. 

The clone looked at her, stared her down, silently begging her for mercy. He was just a clone, and he was wanted so he must have done something bad, right? She looked back at her dad, who had pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his bright red eyes staring back at her expectedly. Tufts of navy blue hair peeked out from under his hat and over his goggles and his lips were curved into a small smile. 

He actually looked like a supportive father for the first time in his life.

Ciella made her decision at that moment, and the girl at only eight years old turned around and drove the knife into the clone’s throat. His eyes widened and met her gaze for a moment and she felt her heart drop. He groaned and wheezed, the blood gurgling in his throat as the crimson substance dribbled from the corners of his mouth. A sputtering cough had his blood spraying across her face and she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. She tried not to heave at the disgusting feeling. 

On instinct, she pulled the knife from his throat and drove it back into his flesh. Over and over. A larger, warmer hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her mid motion. 

“Dere ya go.” Her father smiled wider as pride swelled in his chest. His baby would be a killer, just like he was. “After dis I’ll teach ya everyding I know.” 

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The sun bore down unbearably upon the duo traveling along the Mojave Desert. It had been miles and miles of desert between the Griffith Observatory and the place the Ghoul was certain Lucy’s father was heading. The vaultie was starting to fall behind, clearly tired from the constant moving. It was hard to find shelter all the way out here, and unfortunately for her the Ghoul didn’t feel comfortable stopping out in the open. 

They had traveled through a few settlements at that point, each one growing more and more decrepit and sparse. The people were quieter and hid away in their own corners of the small towns, eyeing the Ghoul and his traveling companion wearily. The whispers and glares of the different townsfolk hardly made for good hospitality, if anything it was that fact that drove him away from each place. Something was happening, someone said something, and he felt it was too risky to stop for a few nights in any of the settlements.

The last place they’d been to was a day’s walk away at this point, and the talk amongst the people in that saloon made him deeply uncomfortable. Then there was the body. 

In the sandy dunes of the last settlement they had been to laid a man with sun kissed skin and snow white hair stained at the temples with red. The poor man had his brains blown out, by who…  well, let’s just say he had a good idea of who it was. It was clear the job was done quickly, the man clearly didn’t see them coming, and the fact the man’s armor and other supplies went untouched raised even more alarm bells. He got them out of there quickly and quietly.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the Ghoul was one-track minded at the moment. His family was out there, he could feel it. There was a reason he kept going for over two hundred years, and he would not let those years of anguish be in vain. 

He would kill anyone who tried to get between them. 

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can stop, right?” Lucy sounded hoarse, tired. He wished he could answer her truthfully. He hadn’t traveled this far into the desert before, and the way the sun seemed to hang so high in the sky for so long made him question whether anyone ventured that far, let alone set up shop. He shrugged.

The dunes seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, with only a few rocky formations on the horizon. A few dried plants littered the ground here and there, somehow finding the strength to grow in such a harsh climate. It was a wonder anything was able to grow and flourish after the bombs. Maybe he should have sent the vaultie to ask for some sort of transport back at the saloon instead of being stubborn like he usually was. 

“Maybe that person’s coming from a settlement down that way?” The Ghoul froze, feeling himself go numb. 

Among the dancing heatwaves stood a dark-clad figure on the horizon. 

They stood still, any discernible features hidden by a wide-brimmed hat and respirator over the figure’s mouth. The wind blew and kicked up dust and whipped the figure’s coat to the side, revealing the large holster against their hip. Their dark attire starkly contrasted with the bright blue sky and pale sand. 

The words of the men in the saloon ran through his mind. 

Someone’s lookin’ for a ghoul just like ya! There was a bounty put out not too long ago, I think it’s been taken offa the board. A lotta caps goin’ for that guy. He considered that a warning at the time. 

Anyway, it looked like the guy who took the bounty was Red Eyes. He had the goggles an’ everything, but we all thought he was dead. 

And Red Eyes was supposed to be dead. He died around five or six years ago. 

The figure in front of him was a ghost. 

Red Eyes stopped a good twenty feet in front of them, standing perfectly still. The wind shifted again and from beneath the wide-brimmed hat came a tuft of navy blue hair that blew in the breeze. The desert was all too quiet now, and it felt like something from one of his old movies. Red Eyes felt like an old western villain, dark and ominous, seemingly a force of nature. He worried the figure wasn’t only after him. 

“Lucy, you should head back.” The Ghoul muttered, putting a hand out to stop her from moving any further. She stared at the figure for a moment, suddenly afraid because of the Ghoul’s reaction. 

“It’s only one person.” She muttered. “Maybe they’re lost?” The Ghoul stayed silent. He would not repeat himself.

Her doe-like eyes flickered to him and she noticed the way his mouth was set in a seemingly permanent frown. His whole body looked stiff, like a cornered animal. She nodded, understanding finally, before turning on her heel to make a run for it. 

The Ghoul watched as the stranger glanced in Lucy’s direction. Red Eyes observed her, seemingly studying her like an unbothered predator eyeing a nearby animal knowing it couldn’t do anything to stop it. He grit his teeth and took a few steps forward, spurs jangling with each stride. 

This was not good. 

“Now I know that fancy getup you got on is not yours.” He began through a false bravado, flashing teeth that used to be a pearly white. It was so easy for him to slip back into a role, something he had been doing this entire time. Yet, this time, he was given the chance to play the good guy. It felt unfamiliar somehow, after all, it had been several years since he’d done such a thing. He was almost grateful for this stranger’s theatrics. “Who might you be? Cause you sure as hell ain’t Red Eyes… he’s dead.” 

He knew all too well who this was. 

Red Eyes looked up, the red goggles reflecting the bright sun and making it impossible to see past their lenses. More of the stranger’s hair seemed to flow from behind them, long strands of navy waving in the wind like a flag. Their stance shifted from one of leisure to subtly looking like they would pounce. The stranger moved their coat away from their hip, revealing the large gun strapped to their form. 

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.” The heavily modulated voice called out. “Or lack thereof.” 

The Ghoul bit his tongue. “I’m assuming that corpse we found back there was you, then? Certainly wasn’t the handiwork of any ol’ fiend.” 

“Wasn’t much work.” Red Eyes spat quickly. “Was a clone. They're easy. Woulda gotten in my way.” Their accent, even through the voice changer, was thick. Louisiana, most likely from the New Orleans area. 

“You’re here for me.” He didn’t feel the need to ask. He threaded his thumbs through the belt loops on his trousers, opting to seem more relaxed than he was. He knew Red Eyes would see right through his guise.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Their hand twitched beside their gun. He eyed them wearily.

“Well, I’m not goin’ willingly.” A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from the stranger. 

“I never said I was gonna take ya in alive.” They answered, voice cold with an edge to it. He fought the urge to argue, to call their bluff, for doing so would be too risky.

Truthfully, Red Eyes had every reason to want him dead. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since they last saw each other. Five long years since he turned the fellow bounty hunter in for killing a crime lord. Five years since he left them for dead. This would be a fitting end for their little rivalry, even if it wasn’t always that way. 

But he wouldn’t go down just yet. Not without a fight. 

He had to find another way to fight them. A quick draw duel would mean a death sentence for him, unfortunately. Red Eyes was and still is the quickest draw in the Wasteland. He would have to throw them off somehow, say something to really disarm them. 

He did the only thing he could think of, and instead of indulging in the stranger - instead of going for his gun - words that he never thought he would say slipped from his dry, cracked lips.

“Ciella, I’m sorry.” 

Red Eyes froze. Their hand was still dangerously close to their gun’s grip. Over the wind, he vaguely heard the sharp, uneven intake of air from the figure. The breeze picked up again, blowing open the stranger’s coat to reveal the figure of a woman. 

“It’s a bit late fer that, isn’t it, cher?” It most definitely was her. “I came ta finish the job. I shoulda known a coffin wouldn’t hold yer ass.” 

Cooper held back a laugh. Ciella Bane was an ally at one point, and maybe even a friend, but the moment her picture was up on one of those boards he knew their partnership was over. Someone was offering a hefty reward for whoever could bring the bounty brat in, preferably alive. 

That was his mistake. He knew he probably should have killed her while she was sleeping and taken the smaller reward for her corpse. Killing her like this would be a pain in the ass. 

“You wanna take off that ridiculous getup and let me see you?” He taunted, much to Ciella’s dismay. He just had to hit her where it hurt, get her emotional and in her head so she missed when she inevitably shot at him. However, it had been a few years, he couldn’t be sure that trick would still work.

Though with dear ol’ daddy not around to give her more of his tips and tricks he doubted she would have improved much more than the last time they brawled. 

Ciella scoffed. “The last thing you’ll see are these goggles. Everyone’s gotta know it was Red Eyes who took ya out, ghoul.” She spat, though there was a sadistic playfulness in her voice. Cooper rolled his eyes. 

“I got places to be, girl.” Cooper countered with equal venom. He was getting antsy, and he felt she was wasting his time. “Let us through and…” He stopped.

What would he do? What could he do? What could he possibly offer her where she wouldn’t be on his trail while he and Lucy trekked the Wasteland on a wild goose chase? Ciella coming back from whatever corner of the world she ran off to after burying him alive was the last thing he wanted. 

“Let us through and we can finish this some other time. I’ll tell you where I’ll be and you come find me.” He offered finally, feeling the weight of his words in his chest. He wouldn’t give up finding his family so she could have her petty revenge, but maybe one day, when everyone around him was gone and he knew his daughter was safe and could live a happy life, he would go to Ciella and let her put him out of his misery. 

“We do this here and now.” The bounty hunter replied. “That head o’ yers is fetchin’ a pretty penny. Figured it was better I did it than some chem addicted fiend on the street.” Her words were purposefully inflammatory. She was doing the same thing he was. 

She straightened up again, mimicking the stance of a cowboy in a western getting ready to draw, and Cooper knew what it meant. She wasn’t giving him a choice. They’d done this dance once before, and unfortunately for him it didn’t end well. 

The Ghoul sighed and moved his coat from his holster, and he mirrored her stance. “This ain’t gonna go the way ya think it will, sweetheart.”

“I doubt that.” That same, robotic voice answered, yet he knew she was still all too human underneath. 

#cooper howard x oc #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #star wars au #fallout fanfic #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x oc #fallout #cad bane mention!!! #so #cad bane #fallout tv series

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

ALLURA (VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER)

1.) Okay so, they really wanted Allura to be a #girlpower icon, but the way that came about is that they basically stripped her from having emotions. She only cries once in the whole show, and it was in the first season (when the show was actually good.) After her one cry she basically becomes a leader figure who doesn’t get to bond much with the other characters. They then decided to pass her around as a romantic interest to three different men. The first one was only set up, but she ends up dating two of them within the show’s short run. The second character they set her up with turns out to have enslaved her people. The third character they set her up with has been shown to be interested in her through the shows run. Despite Allura’s consistent lack of interest, she ends up being pressured into going on a date with him. Despite it being a terrible date (in my opinion) they decide to peruse a relationship. The relationship is terrible and they really only spend time together to rant about their problems. At the end of the season, the very same one where this relationship started, Allura sacrifices herself to save the universe. This stupid fucking decision not only came out of nowhere in terms of in-universe logic, but also that her death is treated as sad because the guy lost his girlfriend. Most of the other characters don’t really morn her, and the guy she was dating just becomes sadly obsessed with the idea of her for the rest of his life. Not really the nice send-off for the #girlboss.

2.) She was given plenty character, but not a lot of things to do narratively speaking.

She wanted to free the Galaxy from tyranny. She's the leader even though she doesn't pilot the black lion. She's can talk to mice. She's kind, and she's among the the last of her kind. Her home planet was destroyed. She kept going even when things looked horrendous. She had to wait 10,000 in stasis sleep before she could fight to protect others. Because her father wanted to protect her and made the wrong decision in not fighting the Galra with Voltron. She had to destroy the AI of her father when he was corrupted in season 1. She had to deal with her Dad dying twice.

She had cool powers like shapeshifting but didn't get to use them often. She starts piloting the blue lion, at season 3. Her father worked with the big bad Zarkon and she is portrayed just to hate him. When it was more like she was completely betrayed by him.

She didn't get alot of interactions with the other cool female characters. Even Pidge who was on her team, which can only form Voltron through teamwork. 8 seasons and they never talk about how how much they miss their families. Pidge's main motivation is finding her father and brother. It would have been perfect. The only time they hangout is to get Allura ready for a date.

She was distrusting of all Galra since there empire wiped out her kingdom. But when she got an arc about learning to not distrust all Galra. It functionally ended with Prince Lotor of the Galra making people batteries out of the survivor's of her kingdom.

Then she was basically relegated to her relationship with Lance's interaction wise. She didn't get many interactions with anyone else she was close to in the season she died. Not even with Coran, the guy put in stasis with her.

For the finale she dies sacrificing herself to restore all realites. She had to give up her new family and her people. She would do that, I just don't think the writers had earned doing that. She deserved a happy ending. She never gets to see that her sacrifice even brought back her planet.

3.) season 8. Season 8. SEASON 8. Allura deserved so much better than an out of nowhere romance arc with Lance and then dying without being able to say goodbye to Coran (her royal advisor, closest friend, and last remaining member of her family and her planet). AND they had her give Altean marks to Lance right before dying, leaving him with a constant reminder of her for the rest of his life!! Why!!!!!!!!! AND THEN THE LIONS FLY BACK INTO SPACE TOWARDS A NEBULA SHAPED LIKE HER, LIKE THE WHOLE FINALE WAS SATISFYING AND NOT A MASTERCLASS IN UNSATISFYING CHARACTER ENDINGS!!!!!! Allura you will always be the confident princess and leader of the rebellion in my heart i am so so sorry season 8 happened to you

MIKAELA BANES (TRANSFORMERS)

1.) mikaela's case is so egregious that i struggle to really properly word any propaganda beyond 'just look at the movie. look at it.' but congrats to mikaela banes for getting in! was thinking of submitting her along with my arcee but couldn't even like. begin to describe it. agh.

best i can really say for her right now is 'open her tfwiki article, open sam's, look at the pictures, compare how they frame the two, you will see what i mean then and there.' but i might do a rewatch of the bayverse transformers movies just to be able to get all my more complex thoughts in order to actually submit a breakdown of her. which is not something i want to do, but if anyone deserves it it's mikaela. she deserved so much better.

2.) She was the female character played by Megan Fox, and Michael Bay wanted to make sure everyone watching knew this was a woman played by megan fox. She is the quintessential "not like other girls" (in fact, this is the second sentence of her wikipedia page - "She is differentiated from "typical" women in her age group, having inherited mechanical skills from her father") who has guy interests, but is still hot and wears crop tops and jean shorts. I remember two things from that movie, Bumblebee and the scene where she is working on the car ~sexily~, which today genuinely seems like a parody, but was included entirely earnestly (I wasn't going to add a picture from this scene, but it was literally the first and third pictures that showed up when i googled her)

3.) Mikaela is so sexualized it's unreal. Like, I feel I really just need to submit this screenshot:

Look at the way she's posed, the way she's dressed, the fact her head isn't in the shot. It's pure objectification, like the kind that should be in textbooks as easy examples. The way it emphasizes both her butt and her boobs but also shows her stomach is just astonishing. God it doesn't even show her FACE. This shot really amazes me, just good god.

And then there's also this famous shot:

It's so aggressively sexy, so much a pose and not at all a way a real human would position themselves. The way her ass is popped out, the way her hair is flipped, jesus christ. Someone needs to put Michael Bay in misogyny jail.

#polls #round 1 #week 2 #new

[rxnefairs]

Modern Headcanons ft. House Velaryon

had absolutely no intentions on making this but then steve toussaint’s instagram happened

I’m sticking to blonde Rhaenys of the show instead of black-haired Rhaenys of the books.

Corlys made his fortune designing and manufacturing boats. Takes great pleasure in judging his wife’s family because he knows he made his name. An actual self-made billionaire.

Rhaenys, the criminal justice lawyer! Opened her own law firm out of spite when Viserys was chosen to take over the family business over her.

Laena is an equestrian. She’s a frequent participant in the Epsom Derby and has won the Kentucky Derby twice. Yeah, guys, she’s that good.

Laenor went to a cooking class in high school and never looked back. After culinary school, he opened a bar/restaurant located in the heart of Florence.

The Velaryons have properties all over the world, but their main home is a very old estate in Tuscany. Them living in Italy just makes sense okay?

Meleys is a big ol’ red iguana (those actually exist) who has her own room and likes to nip at Corlys’ ankles just for funsies. Rhaenys thinks it’s hilarious.

Corlys has a fish tank in his home office and a fish tank in his work office… and pond full of koi fish in the backyard. Corlys loves his fishies.

Laenor is a cat dad. A stray kitten followed him home once and Laenor just ✨snatched✨ it. The kitty’s name is Seasmoke.

For the entirety of her junior year, Rhaenys dyed her hair black because she was lowkey a teenage dirtbag. But like, a really attractive dirtbag. Corlys found old photos of dark-haired Rhaenys and she has absolutely no idea that they are in his possession.

Meleys has mastered the art of sneaking into the master bedroom for snuggles with her mommy. She will plonk herself on top of Corlys if he’s asleep. Her mission in life is to be the bane of his existence.

Rhaenys has never step foot in a Red Lobster. Not because she’s a snob, but because of her irrational fear of crabs. Yes, I am keeping this headcanon, and no, you cannot stop me.

Laena cannot cook. At all. It’s not that she doesn’t try, it’s just… something is always burning when she’s in the kitchen. But she is one hell of a baker.

Seasmoke has a little crush on Laena’s horse, Vhagar, who can hardly ever see Seasmoke because he’s still a teeny tiny babby.

Rhaenys was the It Girl of the 90s. She is a FASHION ICON. Argue with the sidewalk.

Laenor is vegetarian. He just gives off those vibes.

Corlys’ hands have a very intimate relationship with Rhaenys’ waist. Basically every photo of Eve and Steve standing next to each other.

If you guys have any more modern headcanons, please feel free to add more! <33

i’m also never shutting up about that eve and steve photo

#thank you for coming to my tedtalk #i have headcanons and you can’t stop me #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #eve best #steve toussaint #modern au #hotd #headcanons

[artzychic27]

Just more DC Kids stuff, but now with the Akuma Class as the kids of DC Villains/Antiheroes

Marinette: Joker

It’s a… Little weird between her, Adrien, and Rose

Wears a lot of purple

She and Zoé have a mock rivalry going on

Keeps emergency tanks of laughing gas hidden all over the school for… Emergencies

Adrien: Harley Quinn

Every bit as wild as his mom, but Gabriel forced him to tone it down… Then he met his classmates

Carries around a sledgehammer for reasons

He and Marinette sort of have a brother-sister relationship going on

As an act of youthful rebellion, he will be dying his hair pink and blue

Alya: Riddler

Runs a popular blog called “Riddle Me This” where she challenges her readers to brain-teasing mysteries and puzzles

She also enjoys mystery novels

Has a cute pair of question mark earrings

Not very fond of her dad’s fashion choices. Especially that bodysuit

Nino: Clayface

Impersonates his friends, but it’s all in good fun

Very malleable skin

He likes to sneak into the cafeteria during lunch to grab seconds

He does pottery in his spare time. No joke, his stuff is good

Chloe: Terra

Prefers to work with diamonds rather than “Lame rocks.”

When she’s really pissed off, expect an earthquake

It’s a… Whole thing with her family and step family. Reunions are kind of weird

Well, as long as she’s finding free diamonds, it’s fine by her

Sabrina: Two Face

Like her dad, she can’t make decisions without flipping a coin

Coincidentally, the left side of her face has a birthmark she’s not particularly fond of, so she hides it with a lavender half-mask

Her dad keeps trying to get her to embrace it, though. (Good dad Two-Face, because yes)

She’s got a little coin purse!

Kim: Killer Croc

Born with sharp teeth and scale patches on his arms, legs, forehead, and torso

Flaunts them proudly

Gets along well with Fang

Likes to swim around in the Seine

Max: Lex Luthor

He a genius! So, canon

Dresses all fancy and shit like a mini business man

Had dozens of robot assistants, but Markov is his favorite

Gets along pretty well with Ismael despite… Everything

Ivan: Bane

Students keep trying to get him to join the wrestling team, but he’d rather just read

Like his grandfather, he’s ready to topple the government

There’s a bit of Venom in his system, enhancing his abilities by a bit

He can and will punch someone treating another person unfairly

Myléne: Scarecrow

All she has to do is look at you dead in the eyes, and you can see your worst fear, no Fear Toxin needed

Has straw-like hair that’s surprisingly easy to style

Hates seeing the scarecrows sold at Halloween pop-up stores. It’s just so insulting

Nightmares for her are like good dreams

Nathaniel: Giganta

Actually pretty good friends with Denise

A “modest” size for him is about fifteen feet

Not very fond of Lila after the stuff her dad said about his mom

His max height is 100ft

Alix: Cheetah

Don’t let her near catnip, alright?

Has fur on her forearms, thighs, and has catlike eyes

When she’s growling, don’t get near her. That’s how you lose a finger

Has a necklace made of the fangs of predatory animals she established dominance over

Rose: Poison Ivy

Her skin has a slight green tint to it whenever she uses her powers

The school’s local perfume dealer

She and Adrien became step siblings after their moms got married, and are loving every second of it

Is always giving flowers to her gorgeous girlfriend

Juleka: Catwoman

She’s the only klepto in class now

Grows her nails long and files them to a point

Shares Chloé’s love of diamonds

Dresses in a lot of leather

Lila: Doctor Psycho (Yeah, I’m including her)

Constantly using her powers to create all sorts of discord amongst her classmates

Has her dad’s temper, so she doesn’t rely too much on her lies

Always messing with Nathaniel

Alya absolutely hates her with a burning passion

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #dc comics #dc villains #mlb au #dc kids #random au #headcanons

[distort-opia]

The talk about Bruce’s relationship with the Family, and his abusive parental style, made me think of this specific issue in King’s Knightmares (Batman #61-63, #66-69) -- so I need to exorcise the thoughts before it starts bugging me. The arc is part of an ongoing effort to break Batman’s mind, orchestrated by Bane and none other than his father from an alternate Universe, Flashpoint Batman (who... well it’s just interesting to see that a Batman version of Bruce’s father is also not getting any ‘Best Dad ever’ mugs for his birthday any time soon). Bruce is strapped to a machine and pumped full of Scarecrow’s gas, having a series of hallucinations; each of them is centred around a different issue/important person he’s been grappling with.

The issue I mean is #62. In it, Bruce dreams that he’s restrained by a rope and hanging upside down, bleeding and bleeding, while Professor Pyg is standing there with a knife waiting to slaughter him. The comic is drawn in very bright colors, in a style that’s clearly supposed to evoke a psychedelic feeling and experience. From the start, we are more or less told of the key players (or symbols) of the dream: blood, a man in a mask, rope, a knife. All of these elements undergo change and impact each other, one way or another.

But the most important thing about this dream is that it’s clearly supposed to symbolically reflect the way Bruce relates to the Robins -- and more precisely, it reflects what he fears from them. The key to understanding this mess is keeping in mind who Professor Pyg actually is under the mask (Damian, his son), and who he represents.

What follows under the cut are lots of comic panels and wild extrapolation and interpretation on my part, since overthinking is my hobby. Fair warning, there’s lots of blood involved.

There’s already a lot to unpack, at the beginning. “The rope was talking, now it’s yelling. Understand, sympathize, thank it for its help. And cut. And cut.”

It’s an interesting contrast, the fact that the rope -- what’s keeping Bruce restrained -- is the one with a voice. Meanwhile, the “enemy”, the man in a mask (who, again, is actually Damian underneath) keeps talking and shouting, but Bruce cannot hear anything at all.

“They all want the same thing. Year after year they beg for it. And you can’t give it to them.”

What, Bruce? Love? Approval? That’s very likely it, and in light of this, I think the ropes in the beginning signify Bruce’s own emotions. What he always sees as an obstacle and something that binds him. They yell and they beg, but all Bruce really does is acknowledge them as he cuts them anyway. He escapes in order to attack Professor Pyg, whose voice Bruce still cannot hear.

“You should have heard him... listened... There’s a knife in you now.” Here an exchange of elements takes place. Bruce sheds the rope, and gains the knife. As the story progresses, Bruce tries to pull out the knife and survive, using the pain to ground himself. All along, he can’t hear a word of what his assailant is saying. But the inner dialogue begins to suggest (like on the cover of the issue itself) that what Professor Pyg is saying is “Little pig, little pig. Let me in.”

And Bruce does this:

He turns the knife on his enemy, but not for long. Bruce tries to interrogate him by inflicting pain, and has to remind himself not to kill him. All the while, Professor Pyg manages to pick the knife back up from the floor.

At this point, Professor Pyg begins to rant again, with Bruce not hearing any of it -- but all the while, his memories are coming back. He remembers being attacked by Bane, and by his own father. Slowly begins to realize that this is all a dream, that they’ve done something to him. He begins to fight Pyg with batarangs and then asks himself, “What is Pyg? A metaphor. A myth. A story. A dream.”

And here come the crucial elements to interpreting it:

“Your children aren’t safe. They’re dying. You love them, you created them, created their love, and they’re not safe.”

The “she” in there is Selina, of course. Since all of this takes place quite recently after Bruce proposed, and after she left him at the altar, a lot of the whole arc of Knightmares is Bruce dealing with that. There’s definitely an amalgamation in Bruce’s head, when it comes to his attachments: Selina, Alfred, Dick -- his children, all of it is love, and all of it is something he thinks he built. To Bruce, it’s all dead marble that he shaped and sculpted into being his ideal. It’s something he desperately wanted but couldn’t muster on his own, so he prayed to make it come to pass. 

In the end, he desperately asks Professor Pyg, “How did I get here? How do I get out?” And for the first time... he can hear the answer.

And then Damian leaves. The dream ends. Nothing is truly resolved, because Bruce has a couple more hallucinations before he manages to break out of it. The idea that Bruce built his love is the point his mind is trying to make through them, and the moment he gets confronted with that by Selina in issue #69 -- with the fact he didn’t truly love her, but that he wanted to (”I have to love you,” he says) -- he finally comes out of the dreams.

But in this issue... it’s just interesting to me that his Family, his children, Damian (possibly as a stand-in for all the Robins) are included in this too. What textually happens in the dream is Professor Pyg simply having Bruce tied up and talking while holding a knife, with Bruce attacking him twice -- and Pyg only stabbing and defending himself the moment he does.

There’s a continuous exchange happening. The rope never comes up again: Bruce thanks it for its service, but sheds the hold of his emotions. What’s left is the blood and the knife. The knife is the power love affords you over another. Blood represents all the things you lose when the knife sinks into you; it’s weakness. And it keeps switching. Bruce is overcome with blood and then gains the knife, and uses it to hurt a person he cares about. But then Damian gains the knife and all Bruce is left with is the blood. And all along, while Bruce is attacking, Damian is reaching out but Bruce can’t hear it. And what he’s saying is, “Let me in.” Bruce only hears it when he stops fighting and uses his damn words to ask.

I do believe Damian here is not just Damian. From the start, Professor Pyg is drawn in colors reminiscent of the Robin uniform, so I do think this applies more generally to all who’ve been Robin to Bruce. Always begging to be let in, and Bruce not being capable of it, because he inherently sees that as a threat; the edge of a knife, weakness. Always trying to talk to Bruce, but Bruce not hearing them.

The issue also pretty much says that Bruce thinks he made them, like Pygmalion made the object of his love. That he chose them to be Robins, and chose to love them, and made them love him. Not only that, but since this is all under the influence of fear gas, there’s also what Bruce sees as a threat... what he created slipping his control, and turning against him. The people who love him not getting their love returned in full, not being let inside, and thus Bruce finding himself under the sharp edge of the knife because he didn’t listen. And yet... the final nail in the coffin, I feel, is that the ending of the issue isn’t simply Damian leaving.

It’s Damian asking to be let in, with the “I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down” another potential reference to how opening up to someone can make you weak. This is the answer to Bruce’s question; this is what he needs to do in order to wake up. Let himself be vulnerable. And then Damian waits, but Bruce just falls back into old patterns, the things he’s been saying to himself all along. “Evaluate. Reassess.” He doesn’t answer. And when Damian leaves, he doesn’t call out -- he just looks resigned.

The way Bruce is constantly torn between wanting love and his utterly monumental fear of it, which makes him crave control so badly and hurt so many people and in the end himself... it certainly makes me feel all kinds of ways. Some of which I can definitely descibe as ‘feral’. And sad.

#I think I just need to acknowledge that I like King's writing sometimes #though it's very likely just because I'm into dissecting stuff into tiny little bits #and when he's not being fake deep and utterly nonsensical #King does provide the opportunity for that #anyway yeah. gonna tag this under #batman: knightmares #since I'm pretty sure I'll analyze the other dreams Bruce has at some point too #should I make a tag for my personal Bruce-centric comic metas #haha it could be #welcome to Bruce's twisted mind #we'll see #batman #batman meta #bruce wayne #bruce wayne meta #damian wayne #batfam #batfam meta #my meta #blood tw

[hiatuswhore]

𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 — 𝕥𝕔

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A/N: I have been struggling with writers block so I’ve been posting some works I wrote a while back but never put up. Let me know what you think. Feedbacks a good motivator! In my head I picture Shelley Hennig as Ivy, Diana Silvers as Marina, Daniel Sherman as Declan, Lili Reinhart as Mackenzie, and Camila Mendes as Bianca.

SUMMARY: Ugh, high school. Best four years of nothing. Raging mood swings and sporadic acne. All on top of balancing mean girls, douche bag guys, and cocky jocks. Best four years? Yikes image peaking in high school.

I can list several things I cannot stand. I could start with my Mom’s overbearing need to talk about her high school glory days, or my Dad’s never-ending trophies in nearly everything. My list continues for things such as romantic comedies, jean leggings, and platinum blonde hair. Do not tell Ivy about that she is one break-up away from cutting her hair and dying it blonde. I love her to pieces but she is a wildcard with a knack for trouble and a high social media following. Trust me when I say do not look at her Tik Tok. Her high following and verification coming from her looks and problematic prank videos.

“Hello? (Y/n) are you listening?” Marina asked, sitting across from me at the lunch table she types away on her laptop rambling profusely. She delicately placed flowers through her hair with half of it pinned up. She wears a cute white camisole with a beige boho cardigan that reaches the hem of her jeans. Resembling a pretty hippy, it works on her. Apologizing, I ask her to repeat herself but she only rambles about Ivy being in detention. Oddly enough Marina is on the opposite end of the continuum from Ivy. Not only the cheer captain, but one can make it a game of trying to find what club she is not a part of. Even started her own anti-bullying campaign. “So you’re not listening?”

“I’m sorry Mina. I didn’t get much sleep last night because somebody was busy practicing his guitar at all hours of the night.” I groan looking over at the guy’s table. It was a mixture of faces in the masses. No set groups at their table, the mix of guys come from all sports teams and clubs. At the center of the table sits Timmy laughing at something. You know those people you grew up with when you were little but now they just annoy the shit out of you. Yeah, that’s Chalamet, as cliche, as it is the perfect-haired idiot, is my neighbor. We grew up next to each other, yes there is a picture of us bathing together as kids. It is the bane of my existence. Yes, we are still friends but more so a down low thing. Him being the soccer goalie made him this big deal and me being virtually no one makes our friendship odd at school.

“I ordered our homecoming tickets online,” Opening my mouth to protest she quickly shrugs me off. “You have to come, it'll be no fun without you.”

“You’ll both have dates. What am I going to do? Just linger awkwardly?” Biting into my cold fry it lacks salt making me want to spit it out. Marina closes her laptop and turns to her salad she brought from home.

“Ivy and I could find you a date,” Though I have every intention of saying no I miss my opportunity as Mackenzie and Bianca sit next to us. In their cheering uniforms, they wear it every day like it is a badge of honor. It screams pick-me but everyone does pick them so the behavior is enabled.

“Hey, Marina, where's Ivy?” Mackenzie asks, scooting to the side allowing her some space both she and Bianca fail to spare me a single glance. I can see on Marina’s face that she has no interest in talking to either of them but she plants a warm smile on her face. Despite her distaste for the two most clueless people on the planet that is what I love about Marina, she is kind to everyone.

“In detention for calling Coach Hoffman an asshole,” The laugh that leaves my lips contrast the two girls’ wide eyes.

“Anyways we came over with invites for you and Ivy. Party at my place tonight. My parents are out of town.” Bianca’s raven black hair is straightened to perfection. She shuffles through her Michael Kors purse before pulling out two envelopes. Marina looks at me as she thinks it over in her head.

“Ivy will kill us both if we turned this down so yeah we’ll all be there,” For the first time since they sat at the table their eyes drift to me. I smile sheepishly as they look me up and down. Mackenzie grits her teeth as she smiles at me.

“That’s the thing (Y/n) you need an actual invite to get in and I only have a certain amount. I’ll let you know if anything changes,” I am no idiot, I know she is lying, the faux smile and honey tone holds more poison than anything.

“Problem solved.” Handing me half of her invite I bite back a laugh as Marina rips it in half. Both Bianca and Mackenzie feign chuckles as they excuse themselves leaving the two of us to watch them purposely walk by the guys’ table. Marina shakes her as she turns back to her salad. “Those two are something else.”

“I’ll catch you later I have a photography club meeting,” I say and Marina only smiles before going onto her phone. Unlike Bianca and Mackenzie, I actually have to pass the guy’s table to walk over to the dish return. It is okay though because none of them even turn from their conversations except one pair of eyes. Timothee’s lips pull into a smirk before he shoots me a wink. Smiling sarcastically I flipped him off before continuing on.

Mrs. Klotz wastes no time diving into the agenda for the following weeks. Since I arrive a few minutes late it leaves me with the bottom of the barrel for what event to cover. Of course, there is only one event that no one wants to do, the homecoming dance. As the meetings adjourned I wait for everyone to leave the room, the meeting was brief, and yet so much was covered.

“Mrs. Klotz please don’t make me cover the homecoming dance. I don’t even want to go.” I say, closing the club binder she places it in her desk before resting her hands on the desk. She wears glasses that frame her face with her auburn hair, all the guys like to creep on her due to her being fresh out of college.

“I thought it’d be perfect for you (Y/n). I even saw you purchased a ticket,” Mrs. Klotz explains as her eyebrows pull together slightly she tilts her head to the side. I mirror her expression before I remember what Marina had said.

“No, that was Marina. I’m pretty sure what she is attempting is entrapment,” I say, sitting on the edge of the desk behind me I watch as Mrs. Klotz frowns.

“Well, first that is detention for Miss Monroe. The online ticketing policy states students cannot buy tickets for other students,” My stomach flips for a moment as I realize what I have done.

“Did I say Marina sorry I get those two mixed up. It was Ivy who ordered the tickets,” Knowing Ivy would not care as she has been in detention more than she has ever been in class. None of this matters as Mrs. Klotz only apologizes before writing Ivy up and telling me there is no one else who can do it. “I assume you can give this detention slip to Miss Porter.”

In the hallway, I stop as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Ivy sent a text in the group chat telling us to meet her in the computer lab. Walking through the halls my arms fall at my side like dead limbs as I sulk through the corridors. It smells like sweat and pizza from the cafeteria and every couple of lockers is a candy wrapper or abandoned worksheet. Whoever the hell said high school was the best four years of your life, lied. In the computer lab, both Marina and Ivy are already there. Ivy is wearing a tube top with a denim jacket and legging. She is breaking the dress code as usual but it is getting to a point where the faculty do not even care what she wears. I am almost certain Ivy could show up in a bikini and no one would be fazed. Handing her the detention slip her eyebrows pull together.

“Wait what did I do this time?” She asks, explaining the situation she laughs at me before turning to Marina, “Since I am now the sacrificial lamb I would love to talk about that super cute sheer tank top you refuse to let me wear.”

“You get to wear it once then it goes back in my closet,” Marina says, rolling her eyes at the extortion. I look to Ivy asking why she summoned both of us to the computer lab but she only shrugs saying she got bored. There are still ten minutes to spare before the warning bell goes off. Marina hands Ivy the invite to the party and the two giggle amongst themselves about it but I only groan.

“Wait, this is a perfect time to figure out a date for (Y/n) for homecoming. How about Jack Ribas?” Marina says, looking through her Instagram followers as the short boy came to mind I can remember he was my chemistry partner.

“Tiny hands,” I cannot fight the grimace on my face as Ivy laughs before going on her Instagram. The real answer being his ex-girlfriend, she rarely speaks and I am sure she is the reason he has not dated in over a year.

“What about Mark Warshaw?” Ivy asked, earning a nudge from Marina as she is clearly not taking it seriously.

“He smells terrible. Come on,” I say, leaning back in my seat this only furthers how much I do not want to go to homecoming. Marina continues looking through her phone and I cannot say I do not appreciate her wanting to help.

“Terrance Avecedo?” As the name left her lips I could not help but stare at her with eyes I can only imagine appeared crazed.

“You mean my cousin? Dude,” I say as Marina apologizes profusely there is one guy I would not absolutely hate the idea of going with. Just my luck he and a few of his buddies walk by the computer lab. Declan Knight, once again it’s super cliche but he’s the football quarterback and captain. Timothee found it more than hilarious my crush on the 6’2 curly-haired beau.

“Hey, Ivy. Hey, Marina,” He says, popping his head into the computer lab and they both say hey Declan at the same time before he turns to me. “Hey, (Y/n).”

The feeling of panic rushes every inch of me as I force out a chuckle before breathlessly saying, “Hey.”

“Real smooth,” Fortunately Ivy says this as Declan is already continuing on wherever he is walking toward. Marina once again nudges Ivy as I put my head down groaning loudly.

“I am going to my locker. Please leave me to sulk about my day in peace.” I say and I hear Marina yell love you, saying it back I do not turn around. Everyone is in the hallways always playing it dangerously close to the late bell. At my locker, I can see Timothee walking toward my locker.

“Double-A.” He says, looking at me with his usual shit-eating grin, I frown as we rarely speak in school.

“Timmy. Shouldn’t you be ducking behind something to talk to me here?” He only chuckles. Girls would kill for him to walk up to the locker and chat yet I would pay him right now to walk away from me. Only wearing a simple long sleeve shirt, jeans, and converse he is still somehow a hot commodity at school.

“Funny. Also what the hell were you watching last night. It gave me soft porn vibes but very cinematic,” He asks and I shift on the balls of my feet as his grin widens. So I decided to watch that movie 365 on Netflix which was one of the cringest things I have ever seen.

“Spying on me much?” But once again I earn a laugh before he says that I should close my curtains more often. “Maybe don’t look in my window.”

“Noted. Where’s your girls at?” He asks scanning the hall for Marina and Ivy I close my locker. Crossing my arms I look at him asking who wants to know but the smirk on his lips reappears. “The only man in your life. No, your Dad does not count. So that leaves me, you are very welcome.”

“I can assure my love. You would not be in my life even if you were the only man on the planet.” I said, watching as he places his hand over his heart feigning pain. He wastes no time in quoting Marina’s anti-bullying campaign motto, Spread the Love. “Shut up jackass.”

“Timothee,” Mackenzie says and the high pitch of her voice makes me grimace as I look away. She pulls him into a kiss that lasts a couple of seconds longer than needed. The two are the most indecisive couple I have ever seen. I’ll break it down like this, today is Wednesday. Monday they were dating, Tuesday they were not, today is a big question mark and tomorrow is still a coin toss. This does not stop Timmy from being a total whore when they are broken up. I’m pretty sure Mackenzie still does not know Timothee hooked up with Bianca. I narrow my eyes as Mackenzie looks at me as she kisses Timothee. The urge to promise her I have no interest in the mop-headed idiot is strong but instead, I just stand there.

“Hey still here,” Placing my hands in my pocket I look down at the tiles as Mackenzie pulls back.

“Gosh, (Y/n) I am so sorry. Since when were you friends with my ex-boyfriend?” She asks, smiling kindly but it is clearly fake. I have no intention of outing our lifelong friendship but I have no time to even say anything before Timothee chimes in.

“We’re not just asking for some notes. What does it matter anyway?” Timothee asks, looking at Mackenzie who gives him a doe-eyed pout. Gagging as she pulls him into another kiss.

“I know you miss me.” She says before stalking off and I cannot help but now smirk at him.

“Healthy thing you got going there,” I say but he rolls his eyes before walking down the hall away from me. The rest of the day feels uneventful, the girls and I agree to meet at my house to get ready for the party. Which translates to them already ready and helping me insisting on staying home.

#timothée chalamet fanfiction #timothee x you #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet au #timothée fanfic #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet #Shelly hennig imagine #Diana silvers imagine #Daniel sharman imagine #lili reinhart imagine #camila Mendes imagine

[darcyolsson]

for the tsc ask game: 1 2 4 6 7 26 💖🥰 i love the resurgence ur making me want to reread!!!

which tsc series is your favourite overall? why? the infernal devices my beloved.... uniquely gutwrenching compared to the other ones i think. also the most interesting characters by far!!!!

2. which tsc series is your least favourite overall? why? this is a hard one but i think i have to say the last hours simply bc the setup was there and it could've been soooooooo good but it was. just fine. tmi is a wreck but it's interesting to read at least!! i feel more emotions while reading one single jace/clary sibling scene than i did reading all of tlh i think

4. fav short story collection i think the bane chronicles!! i love the other ones too but tbc apparently had such an impact on my brain chemistry as a young teenager that i rewrote tmi in my brain into a version where ragnor actually is a semi important character. he's not he gets mentioned like maybe 6 times total

6. who is your fav main girl CLARY and i will not apologise. i love you insane girl who doesn't handle emotional turmoil gracefully and instead starts verbally and/or physically fighting all the people around her!!!!! she's jealous she's mean she's insecure she's passionate she's catty she's angry she's full of love she's a little crazy i love her sm

7. top 3 characters overall? why?

magnus - do i even have to explain this. he's my bestie forever and i love him so much. to quote myself he's literally a superpowered glittery party catboy turned devoted glittery husband and accidental dad of 2….he’s emotionally repressed he accidentally created a cult he has a life-long obsession with reluctantly helping sad teenagers he’s banned from peru i’m obsessed. he’s even bisexual

jem - loved his homoerotic friendship but truly what makes jem so great is that he has the Range. dying victorian orphan, sexy monk, malewife dilf, you name it he slays it. tell me who else could do all that so effortlessly and flawlessly exactly NO one. also he's truly a breath of fresh air in a world of dark and brooding love interests ily jemmie

grace - i debated giving this spot to jessamine because they serve similar shades of morally gray cunt but i think grace deserves his spot more because she has these moments where she says/does something small and distincly weird that makes everyone go "uh, ok..?" while she thinks it's the most normal thing in the world which i love. jessamine would scream if she saw a moth but grace would adopt it and make everyone refer to it as her baby and dress it up in little clothes or something and thats why she's bestie

26. you can choose to own any one item that exists in the tsc world. it will not function in our world and will only serve as a keepsake. what are you taking? i'm taking cortana because Big Sword

tsc asks

#declanwidow #answered asks

[khaleesiofalicante]

Me: Oh thank God exams are over, nothing is worse than that, let's read LBAF

LBAF: ✨️Pain✨️ aka: bitch you hope you still had exams (and I do)

Dani I love you but what on earth was that? And it kept getting worse? Like I had notes about one chapter and reading the next made everything worse? And after reading last night's chapter I want to talk about nothing but my sweet little sunshine snake boy?? Oh Arthur my Arthur you will be missed☀️🐍(until Dani brings you back because if he doesn't come back I will sue).

So, putting everything else on hold for my AJ, like he deserves: I read this book a few years ago, where the day two twins were born, a prophecy was created that the pure one would fall because of the other and because the one was more beautiful they assumed she was the doomed one. So they treated her perfectly and the other one like trash because they thought they knew who they would lose in the end. Of course it turns out they were wrong and all those years they were worried about losing the wrong kid. And I swear when I read it I was so shocked and I thought well next time I'll recognize that plot. Hat's off to you, I didn't recognise it!

I mean, it passed my mind a few times but not like this.Definately not. Caught between Kincaid and Lance perhaps and getting injured, but Lucifer stabbing Arthur to trigger the prophecy was not in my bingo card. Because the two big questions we had and kept getting asked is now answered. Lance can blame Kincaid for losing precious time with Arthur and Kincaid can blame Lance for not protecting Arthur or Arthur dying just for Lance to destroy. Point is, they have solid reasons to hurt one another. What the hell??

But also, so many questions: The different dimensions Arthur saw : first IALS( love that IALS Arthur saw nothing wrong with Jaden/David relationship but LBAF Arthur saw David not melting into Max and went yep that's not dad) then TLND, what was the third one? FMF? Also, the dreams of David and Max crying, was that after his death? He never once mentions what he does in those dreams is it because he is not in them? What about the boy crying? At first, I thought it was David with Albert but you said he can only see the future, is it someone from the future? OH! It could be Arthur himself because he doesn't die he goes somewhere else like David and Rafael (I'm wearing my pink glasses, denial is running through me)

Aslo were there just dreams about the future in the LBAF universe or from other univeries too? Are Arthur's abilities what helped Other Max crack time travel? Is Other Max walking in other dimensions like Arthur or just knows about them because of warlock math?

Honorable mentions

Let's not forget Azazel's looking for powerful blood from eldest curses while Max is selling his blood

To all Hermes supporters: Let's not forget how many times it's been hinted that the Clave trials don't hold a candle to the warlock ones and if Max/Other Max goes to trial Hermes will give out the sentence. I'm sorry but if I have to pick one morally gret warlock to thirst after support I'm picking Max.

Aby putting Madeleine in her place- making Izzy proud and Antoine horny I bet (we readers are a combination of the two I think- I know I was).

That's all I can think without crying. I declare this day the international Love Arthur Jackson Lightwood-Bane day. ☀️💛

PS: Not Lance's last memories of Arthur being him yelling at his brother, Max's being mad at his son and Kincaid's being letting Arthur down and breaking his promise. Bad, this is all BAD.

HELLOOOOOOO.

Congrats on finishing your exams! 💛 Proud of you for making it through and then bingeing all these chapters (how did you do that anyway omg)

That book you mentioned was so fucked up. LIKE THEY MADE THAT DECISION BASED ON HOW THE KIDS LOOKED? I-OKAY THEN.

Let me try to answer SOME questions.

The third dream/vision he saw was Lance and Arthur's room in the Other timeline. I think Other Max mentions somewhere that they lived in a small apartment (after they moved out of the institute) and Lance and Arthur shared a room.

If Arthur doesn't mean what he is doing in a dream, it's most definitely because he isn't there. Most of the time, his dreams are about other people, not himself.

The boy under the bed is not Arthur.

Other Max's abilities/knowledge is no way connected to Arthur's abilities.

Okay, that is all for now. Hope you get some rest because you deserve it after all the hard work!!!! LOVE YOU.

#lbaf

[letters-from-the-gaps]

Home and Hearth and Hunger

A lyrical essay on growing up in the suburbs of Southern Orange County, California, and the piece that I think really solidified my love for coyotes in my writing.

I think I was off the mark when I tried to describe home. I was right in places, of course, because home wouldn’t be home without the smell of smoke, but I can’t help but feel like I missed the bullseye, like I danced around the truth of it all. Home is fire, and home is hot, and home is the choked I-5, and home is hungry. Even for all the suburban trappings, even with the over-manicured muzzle we tried to put on her, home is hungry. 

Built right against the dead and dying foothills of southern California, my town has played stomping ground to coyotes my whole life. Bane of the small dog, scourge of the outdoor cat owner, I only ever saw one in my whole seventeen years there: standing in the middle of the canyon road, eyeshine brighter than any star, staring back at me. We held like that for a few seconds, its eyes finding mine even through the glass and steel of my dad’s car, before it limped back off into the brush. I didn’t get a sense for just how hungry home was until I got older, until I could take out my wanderlust on the well-paved asphalt that connected town to town to suburb. Some streets just end, I found out. 

They don’t loop around, they don’t somehow go further than the map says. They just end. For any number of reasons, of course, but for us it was because there was nowhere else for road to go. Antonio ran right up to the hills, spat you out at the foot of a neighborhood built at the edge of home’s bound jaws. The 241 North cut through a long stretch of wild, rolling hills covered in the golden dead of spring, eager kindling swaying in the wind. I wonder, often, if that’s where I got it from. Mom and Dad moved there, transplanted themselves in favor of an understandably desirable stillness, but home was in the delivery room with me, was on the drive home, was running alongside the car when I was little, bounding from streetlight to streetlight. I wonder if my teeth aren’t hers, if that pit in my stomach that I just can’t quite fill isn’t hers. I’ve always been hungry. 

Even as a kid, I had a bottomless stomach. An unending appetite for more than just food, I came to realize: I tore my way through school libraries in my youth, ripped through tomes several magnitudes above my “expected reading level.” I rent them apart time after time and still found myself desperate for more. 

Is that home? Even when reading was hard, when the words were slippery and hard to pin down and my mind whirled and spun and thrashed in my skull, I turned my ravenous gaze to television, to animation, to movies and short films and videos about who even cares. I devoured it all. 

That must be home, right? As time wore on and my teeth began to ache with a need for new things to sharpen themselves against I started to come up short. I started to drink from wells marked “poison,” “radiation,” “anguish.” I drank greedily of my friendships and when they started to dry I drank of my own self-loathing. 

This, I am sure, is home, because I am sure that home does not love me. Why would she? Home is wild, home is hills scorched by flame, home is coyotes cackling in the canyon, home is roadkill and circling hawks and snow far, far off on the saddlebacks. 

Far away from the streets I would roam there dreamt snow on the mountainsides. 

Home has been muzzled, her rolling jaws have been bound by toll road and service street, parkway and avenue. Even in the shadows of her teeth there lie houses built in the shape of each other, cookie cutter shades of beige and brown spiraling in their gated labyrinths. Why would she love me? Maybe she cares- I can almost believe that, almost did believe it as I growled through the canyon in the still early morning- but I doubt that she loves me. It's looking out at the Sound, here in this place so vibrant and green and lush that I am affirmed in my stance: wherever home feels for me is not love because love feels like this. And home has never felt like this. 

I still see coyotes, sometimes. They seem out of place, even if this is part of their habitat, so far flung from the broiling gold of home. Why are you here, I ask one as it scampers out of the road. It asks me if I’m not hungry as it bounds away, small and thin and with eyes like molten stars, and I don’t let me foot off the gas for the rest of my drive that night. Aren’t I? Aren’t I hungry? Is that a bad thing?

#poetry #prose #new writeblr #home and what it means #from between the gaps

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

moments i paused clone wars

-when a sex slave literally commits suicide in front of anakin while he flirts w the slave queen

-realizing ziro is a male, then realizing he is an at least partially straight male and in love with a frog mosquito

-when obi wan goes completely bald

-seeing cad bane shoot someone simply bc their hat is bigger than his and then proceeding to take it

-waxer dying on umbara bc FUCKING KRELL I HATE HIM

-seeing one of padme’s headpieces and realizing that they have fake hair in them and that her handmaidens don’t actually mold her hair into super weird shapes

-when a little twi’lek girl tells rex he looks like her daddy to see if i heard that right, and then again when it’s revealed her dad is a clone bc im so interested and hyped over interracial/inter-species couples in star wars (i am a product of an interracial marriage lol)

-basically anytime a twi’lek child comes up bc they make them look so fuckin weird

-one of darth maul’s first scenes where he’s tweaking the fuck out with poetry and i couldn’t stop laughing idk why

-we actually see an angel from the moons of iego that anakin referenced in tpm

-when i noticed they animated ahsoka just a little older i think in s3 bc it was so subtle but that’s what was perfect abt it

-the fucking force gods??

-little pacifist lemur ppl

-little ppl saying “welcome to our disaster” and hugging a clone for coming

-even more little ppl that worship r2 and 3po for accidentally murdering their king

-when a guy hits on ventress by calling her a beautiful bald woman

-every other time r2 screams or yoda giggles bc it gets me every time and i rewind

-many many more times bc that show has a lot of mind fucky moments

#tcw #star wars

[bridoesotherjunk]

sheesh people calling tom hardy's bane "fat" is the bullshit that the marvel cinematic universe has poisoned media with. have you heard about how they literally have to *dehydrate* chris hemsworth for two days just to make his abs pop out? they make him act while literally on the brink of *dying from thirst*. and now any actor who doesn't look like hemsworth is "fat".

I saw an article a while back that had a photo of Jason Momoa on his off season, relaxing at the beach, and it said he had a "dad bod" and I wanted to throw my chair across the room.

Its not JUST the mcu, but they have definitely made it way worse than it used to be. Look at the Star Trek reboot versus the original- the body types are visibly different. The original actors weren't even in bad shape. The old Star Trek cast look like fine, normal people. The whole culture has changed, though. Hollywood stars are expected to be super thin and super fit at all times. And comparing the original to the new one- everyone looks so much skinnier now.

Any time a character has a little bit of fat on them people freak the fuck out because we are so used to seeing people look like Hemsworth in everything.

personally, I hate it. I would love more varied body types.

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

Star Wars asks:

2 6 8 10 26 30

2 favorite line

Ohh man I really had to ponder this one but I am a prequels girl through and through, the raw emotional power of, "You were my Brother, Anakin!" and the rest of that scene hits me so hard every time. For what it's worth though, my text ringtone is "General Kenobi!" And also I'll give an honorable mention to this uhhhh little bit that has been saved in my phone's audio files for years from god knows where under the title "GI Frustration" where its literally the Grand Inquisitor saying "this will help relieve my frustration" or something like that??? I'll post it after this lol.

6 if you could stop one character from doing something

Um I'd love to stop the Grand Inquisitor from dying lmao but also I'd love to stop Kylo Ren from killing his dad

8 who is your role model

Probably either Quinlan Vos or Count Dooku. I think they are both a little more war hawkish than I am but I think they are roughly onto the right idea set. Maybe sprinkle in a touch of Barriss Offee into Quinlan Vos.

10 if you could ressurect one character or prevent one character from dying who would it be

Lol sorry Han Solo I'm saving Blorbo. I mean others probably deserve it more but who cares this is my answer and I'm sticking to it

26 Which Planet would you like to live on

Utapau no contest I've wanted a pet Varactyl since ROTS came out and I was like 8

30 What outfit would you wear

Hooo boy man... I would want to be rootinest tootenest Space Cowboy like Cad Bane or Cob Vanth

Thank you so much for asking as always!

[fictionfixations]

ShadowHunters / Book Series / Thoughts

spoilers. also ive read this book a bit ago but didnt have this blog. also ive read i think some shadowhunter series besides the Dark Artifices, Tales from the ShadowHunter Academy, The Bane Chronicles, Ghosts of the Shadow Market, The Eldest Curses (and Chain of Thorn too but I dont think thats out yet)

woah thats a lot

anyway

SO. From the series I've read, I like it. I really like the world building too, and in two of the series I've read they're of 'normal' people who are unaware of the demons and encounter ShadowHunters. except the truth was is that they have shadowhunter blood in them from this angel i cant remember the name of

The Infernal Devices(?) which I believe is with Tessa(?) where theres Will Herondale and Jem Carstairs, and well theres like a sorta love triangle but Jem is kinda addicted against his will to this drug thats slowly killing him because of a demon

and Will.. has a thing against ducks or somethin (i think it runs in the family) i wont really expand on that

but so. its.. interesting?? It was the first series that got me into the ShadowHunters world, and honestly, the description caught me off guard. Cause so she was visiting her brother in this other place? Country??? i dont remember anymore, but so then I think this person claims that they are her brother's friend and will bring her to him but then it derails and shes held captive..? and then she has like this power that gets uncovered and shes like a warlock but without a mark because i think her mom had shadowhunter blood but her mom never got any marks (that enhance stuff basically) that youd have gotten first when you were younger by the Brothers....? i cant remember the name of them

But so .. i dont know, it just- it sounded like one of those stories where the plot completely goes off the rails and it makes like zero sense and honestly wasn't sure if i wanted to read it..? but i gave it a try and honestly, no regrets there. i liked it and i kept reading it.

also jem almost fuckin dying made me want to cry. I think Will got in a fight cause his.. i dont remember the name of it but they were like bonded so they could call on the others strength but you cant undo it and you cant get another one

but I think Will was willing to die and i just.. *sobbing* but id be lying if I said a part of me didnt want it to happen because I just like.. angst man- NAND THEN JEM WAS ALIVE BUT HE WAS ONE OF THE BROTHERS AND *sobs*

i think in the epilogue or something Will and Tessa get married but eventually Will dies, but Tessa being kinda immortal still lives, and then Jem comes along because hes HEALED from the drug and he left the brothers and he has black hair instead of white because his white hair was from the drug

AND HE CAN FINALLY BE HUMAN AND CAN LOVE because the brothers cant get married

and like..

i didnt understand it but then i read the OTHER series, but before i get into that.. honestly isnt jem going to die now that hes.. mortal? and tessa will still be alive, without either of her loves.

NOW. so I didn't understand how he got cured, but then the other series happened where theres Clary and like.. damn that shit long

but so. clary and Jace

they catch feelings

THEY MIGHT BE SIBLINGS???

but then it turns out they arent

BUT IT TURNS OUT CLARY KISSED HER FUCKIN BROTHER (sEBASTIAN????) and now i understand the feeling of wrongness and i just

holy fucking SHIT

also THERES LIKE FUCKIN CHILD EXPERIMENTATION KIND OF???? it just HIT me that the dad who i cant remember the name of fuckin.. put demon blood and angel blood into food and drinks and gave it to pregnant mothers so they birth a child who has more power and like

IT WAS EXPERIMENTATION KINDA

does it count as drugging?

???----

no but what the fuck

also jaces like parents are dead and the dad of clary and sebastian like took out the baby from the mom and i just

what the fuck

ALSO DID JACE DIE???? AND THEN HE GOT BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE WAHT THE FUCK

also SIMON turned into a vaMPIRE AND IM SO FUCKIING LOST BUT I UNDERSTAND IT BUT IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD WHEN YOU ACTUALLY TYPE IT OUT

jesus christ

also the last hours or whats its series name

i cried at the end i admit it

i dont really have much to say there because i actually cant remember much- i remember what happened but i cant remember character names its awful but its good but it pain

edit: for some reason i forgot there was a 2nd book and that the third thats not out yet was the last im dumb im sorry wtf

#shadowhunters #thoughts #infernal devices #mortal instruments #last hours

[mafesti]

Living, Dying.

I was just a small fetus floating inside your stomach; floating with no destination to think about.

But without a doubt, I had a will to live.

I was a small fetus that will finally soon turn into a baby inside your womb.

From a zygote, progressing to an embryo, fetus, then finally, baby.

I was a baby-to-be developing in leaps and bounds.

I held no identity whatsoever; no name, no shape, nor a clear form.

When you decide to name me Evangeline ー bearer of good news.

But why do I keep bearing bad news for you?

I was five when you held me in your arms, sitting on the wooden floor that was mostly covered in glass shards.

You held me close, your arms wrapped around me as tears streamed down your face.

"Everything will be okay," you said, yet somehow I could never quite understand what that meant.

I wrapped my tiny arms around you as you wail, trying to calm you down and comfort you the best I can.

Even though I didn't really understand the situation at the time, I knew that it was hard for you.

And soon, it was going to be hard for me too.

I was eight when I fully understood what happened three years ago.

Dad had left our lives, leaving me with mom, never to be seen again.

After dad left, my life wasn't one that fit for a child to be experiencing, or even living on.

My dad was naive.

He wanted to achieve something greater when the thing he had achieved the greatest was right in front of him, my mom.

As for her, she wasn't doing any better.

She became an alcoholic, an addict for stuff that was never good for her.

And I wasn't doing any better either.

I was the victim of her delirious state, accepting every beating she had for me.

Though, I somehow understood that I was mostly the blame.

I was thirteen when I realized it had been eight years since the incident happened.

I never really thought that I had the chance to live till this age, even more so when I'm living under the same roof of my abuser, my mother.

I wasn't doing any better, really.

My brain had reluctantly locked some parts of my unwanted memory, making me forget some of the harsh moments.

It's not like I need help with locking those memories out.

I just never thought that I deserved help.

But everything's okay now, just like my mother said when I was five.

I should be gone soon, and no one would suffer just because of the bane of my existence.

I'm eighteen now and where does that get me?

I'm standing at the edge of a bridge, and below me was the sea.

It was calming at most points, the waves crashing with each other creating a harmonious sound that I enjoyed.

The breeze was blowing comfortably on my face, as the faint smell of sea entering my nostrils.

I soon began hearing a sound that I should've heard a long time ago, sirens, one that was for me.

It was no use for them to save me.

There was someone else that needed help, one that held so much live for others.

I wasn't worth saving, I never was.

As I jumped down, I recalled back my memories, memories that I cherished the most before it all went down.

If I could turn back time, I would choose to let my mom live the life she always wanted.

But I know I can't.

Because everything that she always wanted in her life, was me, and I failed her.

My nose and mouth submerged as i hit the water below, the water eventually entering my lungs.It wasn't so bad somehow.

The water hugged itself around my body, like it was comforting me after what I've been through.

I let out a choked sob as my body tried to keep me alive one way or another.

It was inevitable, but I guess the indomitable human spirit never stops.

I hope death feels like when your parents carried you to the bed when you fell asleep in the car; feels like your mother tucking you to bed when you were a kid.

Soon enough, darkness welcomed me after my own body gave up on the idea of saving me.

Living had made me realize something, you can't outrun anything no matter how hard you try.

Thank you.

-- Shell

#shellwrites #so i wrote this #cuz i can #and i'm not sorry #hehe :3 #idk how to tag this #poem? idk #goodbye now #some random shit #is this normal #is this relatable #give it a read #read this please