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buglaur · 2 years

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inside the sealed envelope with the application form were a collection of sticky notes and printed photographs. they had scribbled handwriting all over them..

daithí murray for @rainymoodlet’s daniel | bio under cut

name: daithí murray

age: 46

traits: lazy | party animal | bro

height: 5′8

applying for role as a contestant

daithí is a single dad living in henford with his teenage daughter felicity. they’ve got a quaint house on a quiet road with an open garden.

things had always been rocky with his long term girlfriend. hoping that things would get better between them when felicity came along, they soon realised that things just weren't going to work. they split up not long after felicity turned four, and daithí decided it was best for her to stay with him because her mother travels for work. nowadays they co-parent with felicity staying with him on the weekdays.

daithí is a veteran daniel stan. he’s been following daniel’s career since before his big popularity boom. he has very proudly collected every single episode of ‘your dad’s garage’ and has them neatly arranged in order of their release date. he bought a very pricey signed poster on e-bay that probably isn’t even legit and he has a little backyard space dedicated to crafting items made on the show. he’s not great but he tries! he doesn’t really watch them for the carpentry tips anyways, there are more interesting things to look at in the show.. 👀 he also made some bootleg merch from a t-shirt printing store that says “#1 daniel fan”

up until last year daithí worked as a caretaker for the library across the road. he had no problem with the job but decided to give it up to pursue his hobby as a career. he’s always had a passion for drink making, and now runs his own craft beer business from his backyard. he sells it on to local pubs and its been pretty successful!

seeing as he works from his garden and he’s in the house alone on the weekends, he decided to partner up with the nearby vet shelter to take some dogs off their hands. he fosters puppies and tries his best to house train them alongside his own four dogs. the place is usually pretty hectic with dogs doing zoomies throughout the whole house but it’s something he’ll never regret getting himself into.

daithí has absolutely no idea any of this is happening. he doesn’t know what ‘kiss me in komorebi’ is, nor does he understand the concept of a bachelor challenge. felicity’s decided not to tell him about the application unless he secures a place, fearing that he might get his hopes up too much.

some fun facts:

everyone always asks him what the meaning behind his face tattoo is. he tells them that it’s a very personal and meaningful reason that he’d rather not share, when in reality he just got it on a drunken night out as a teenager.

he’s the calloway twin’s uncle on their mom’s side. cillian thinks he’s cool but cathal is scared of him. he thinks he’s too loud 😭

he has the strongest accent in the family, and it’s really bad. like it’s difficult to understand what he’s even saying if you don’t know him.

felicity really wanted a septum piercing for her birthday one year, but she was too scared to get it done. daithí made a promise to her that he’d get it done with her so she wouldn’t be as nervous. so now they’ve got matching piercings!

if he does get a part in the show, it’s going to be very difficult to get him to do any of the ‘outdoor enthusiast’ challenges that the producers might have in store. he absolutely hates the cold and is very much a comfort zone kinda guy when it comes to danger.

he’s a big grump in the mornings, but a cup of tea will usually fix that.

also dear lovely shan i hope you don’t mind i used your pic for the poster and tshirt! ❤️ but this was so much fun to make. i’m looking forward to kmik even if daithí doesn’t make it!!! it’s gonna be so good i can already feel it. everything abt it is just mmmwah, not to mention daniel.. what a hottie

#ts4 #sims 4 #my fave part of this whole post is him on the table #making that pose was so fun 😭#anyways you've already seen him but here he is properly!!#when i said i had plans for himb.. this is what i meant #i adore him sm #rainymoodletbc #also it made me laugh that multiple people reblogged #his other post with the tag john krasinski 😭😭#i kinda see it #i also lack the ability to write anything coherently #so if this doesn't make sense i'm sorry #this has not been proofread lol #i might add some more stuff in the morning cus i wanna ramble abt him #but i'm gonna sleep now gn #/daithí

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sunkissed-zegras · 1 month

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had another jump then fall thought

after adam and cece start dating (and maybe move in together???) i could totally see paloma walking into their room at night holding her fave stuffie with tears in her poor little eyes saying she cant sleep (especially after the court thing) she would just be so scared that ceces gonna disappear or shes gonna get taken away from them again poor girl is so little with so much anxiety

oh my god YES. anxiety is very much a part of paloma’s life after the whole court hearing. she never wants to be away from adam ever again and even the mere thought gives the poor girl nightmares 🥹🥹

after the hearing, even adam gets anxious about the whole thing and the only person who’s able to calm him is sweet cece (despite her own fears of paloma’s bio mom taking her again)

─ warnings sosososo much anxiety, exhaustion but fluffy (post pining) moments with cece/adam. also this was written on my phone so there may be errors LOL

─ wc 635

the clock on the bedside table flashed 3:12 am and both cece and adam were fast asleep in their warm bed. cece had a 10 am lecture while adam had practice the next morning, they both wanted to catch up on their sleep.

the door creaked open, revealing a very pouty and tired looking paloma. she began crying softly and cece began to stir before waking up and seeing the toddler at the door, barely being able to stand.

“dove?” cece’s hoarse and tired voice rang out in the room as she got out of bed and grabbed the little girl into her arms.

at cece’s now empty spot on the bed, adam stirred and eventually woke and let out a sigh. this had been a constant struggle with paloma since the hearing but he couldn’t hold it against her, she didn’t even know what was going on. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted, though.

adam rubbed his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he watched cece comfort paloma. he knew that the past few weeks had been tough on all of them, especially on paloma. ever since the hearing, she had been more clingy than usual, sensing the tension in the air.

"another bad dream?" adam asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he glanced over at cece and paloma.

cece nodded, her own exhaustion evident in the lines of her face. "yeah. they're getting more frequent, adam. i'm getting a little worried."

adam sighed as he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "she's fine. it's normal for her to wanna sleep with us, she's a baby."

"adam," cece's voice was a little agitated as adam once again tried to ignore paloma's obvious separation anxiety. she knew he couldn't help it though.

adam felt a pang of guilt at cece's tone. he knew she was right, but he also struggled with seeing paloma upset and he didn't know how he'd cope if he found out there was something wrong. he ran a hand through his hair again, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders.

"i know, cee," adam said softly, reaching out to gently stroke paloma's hair as she nestled against cece. "i just hate seeing her like this, you know? It breaks my heart. and it's my fault, too-"

"don't you dare say that, adam." cece's voice was firm, cutting off adam's self-blame before it could fully take root. she reached out to grasp Adam's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "it isn't anyone's fault except her mother's, for making us all endure the shit she gave us."

adam's shoulders sagged with relief at Cece's words, grateful for her understanding. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to paloma's forehead before resting his forehead against cece's.

"i know," Adam murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just... i want to do everything i can to protect her, you know? and when i see her like this... it's hard not to feel like i'm failing."

cece reached up, cupping Adam's cheek in her hand and guiding his gaze to meet hers. "you're not failing, adam. you're the best dad ever and paloma knows that. you can't control everything that happens no matter how hard you try, all you can do is just help her cope."

adam's eyes softened at her words, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. he leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of her hand against his cheek.

"thank you, cece," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "i needed to hear that."

cece smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she pressed a tender kiss to adam's lips. "of course, adam. we are in this together, remember? we'll figure it out."

#jump then fall au #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fic #hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl oneshot #hockey fic #adam fantilli #adam fantilli smut #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli x you #cece x adam 🩵#princess paloma 👑

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skz4ellie · 7 months

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𝑺𝒌𝒛 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏

He'd be so so sweet

Mans actually wants to be with you but he's scared 😕

he's clingy!!

You could just be doing anything and he'd just hold onto you like you are giving him life (you are)

Basically treats you like you're his gf

Drops everything for you

oh, you're bored?🤨 he'll be over in five

you need to be picked up from the club? already on his way

want a coffee? he's at you're doorstep with you're fave coffe

I feel like if he can't come to you like he's stuck in the studio he will def ft you

like you guys will just sit on call while he works so he's kinda there

leaves one part of his headphones off so he can hear you if you need something

he'll ask you out after a while but will be so nervous

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘

Bold asf

He does not hold back!!! he's flirting with you 25/8 and will not stop😭

he takes you to meet his cats first thing

He needs his cats approval (they love you)

he cooks for you! he don't care he will stop dance practice if you're hungry and leave to cook for you

Makes mental notes of you're favorite snack and favorite meals so he knows what to make you

I feel like he'd always be touching you somehow

like if you're hanging out he'd like hold onto you're arm or put it around you're shoulder

HE WOULD SO GRAB YOU'RE WAIST TO MOVE YOU AHHHHH

he would teach you some of his groups dances fs

even though he's kinda closed off sometimes he always makes sure you know he cares

we all know his love language is acts of service so he'll do just about anything for you

I feel like he'd be faster at asking you out then chan but it will take him a bit

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

sigh he's so cute😕

he'd be so shy but definitely get a bit bolder after a bit

I feel like you guys would be friends long before you're a situationship

I think he would do the yawn and put his arm behind you're shoulder thing because he thinks it's funny and also kinda cute

begs for you to go to the gym with him

he doesn't even care if you work out he just wants you there

he would prefer if you work out cause he cares for you're health but he won't make you

sends you work out pics!!!

I feel like how Lee know took you to meet his cats he'd take you to meet 3racha

I feel like he cares so much about Chan's opinion and approval of you

ofc ofc Hannie's matters too but he seeks it out from Chan cause Chan always looks out for him and knows best for him so if Chan thinks you're good, you're definitely good

lets be so real he always has some type is skinskip when you're around

even if it's something as small as just you're knees touching under the table he's good

asks you to be his girlfriend so fast because let's be honest he was in love with you before you even have a situationship with each other

𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

he just wants to be around you no matter what😞

he doesn't care if it's just silent just wants to be with you

he has so many pages(if not a whole sketch book) of sketches he's drawn of you

he wants you to model for every painting he does

it would fs let you sit in his lap and paint with him if you want too

he doesn't even care if you're a good painter he's just so happy you're doing his hobbieswith him

you guys definitely does those tiktoks where people will paint for like 5 minutes and then swap with the other person

if you're doing something and can't give him attention he just holds onto you

doesn't matter how or what position hell just hold onto you

he'd buy you matching jewelry like the ones him and Felix have

also you and Felix ast best friends and hyunjin loves it

he's in between Chang bin and leeknow like he'd ask you to be his girlfriend pretty quickly but not too quickly yk?

ngl so nervous to post this because this my first actual post on tumblr 😞

#skz x reader #stray kids fluff #seo changbin x reader #bang chan fluff #bangchan x reader #seo changbin fluff #leeknow x reader #leeknow fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin fluff #skz4ellie

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for-a-longlongtime · 5 months

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So. I accidentally ended up writing a Frankie x Santiago x reader fic...

I say 'accidentally' because I was all in on writing my Javi P x Tim Rockford fic (which is still happening!), then wanted to write a short drabble for @legendary-pink-dot's birthday - and that's how things quickly escalated. Oops.

Shouldn't be surprised though considering Frankie and Santi are, hands down, my absolute fave pairing.

Right now it's looking like the final wordcount will be near 20K words, so I'm thinking I should break this up into two parts. Also because it's been taking over my entire brain and life living in my head and Google docs for 3 weeks already, and I'm overthinking everything because ngl I'm pretty nervous about posting my first fic. So, endulge me if you don't mind...

FYI, @morallyinept is currently feedbacking the first part - she is an absolute GEM! And I have to give massive props to @sin-djarin @magpiepills @imalrightllama @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin in particular who have been so damn encouraging and patient as I've been constantly running tidbits past them for the past weeks.

Whoever catches the reference in the title wins a cookie, btw.

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Nothing That I Didn't Know (teaser)

Frankie watches you across the crowded bar, standing close to Pope as you’re talking while waiting for drinks. Something tickles in the back of his neck, raising the little hairs there, then all over his arms and everywhere else, like he’s been zapped by a little bolt of electricity. He knows he’s had plenty of tequila - probably more than enough for the rest of the night - but still he can’t help but reach for another shot, unable to tear his eyes away from what’s happening in front of him.

The liquor burns deliciously in his chest as it goes down smoothly, sinking into the rest of his body; undoing and releasing way too many safety clips that normally stay bolted down, and he has to work hard to not reach for another shot. Fuck, his head is loud. Much too loud.

Had been that way already earlier, at the beginning of the night, as he’d watched you and Pope at the bar getting shots for the table. Messing around with each other, and he’d smirked when he saw you triumphantly snag away the shot in front of him - you two were always at it. But then the tone had changed, and he knew it was happening before you seemed to register it - he recognized that look on Santiago’s face.

The set of his mouth, the way his chin would tilt up slightly, the little telltale signs right before he attacked. Watched as he’d suddenly grabbed you, sharply pulling your arms behind you as he shoved you against the bar with his body, and Frankie could feel his mind and body immediately responding in a diametrically opposed manner - his brain in loud protest, the "what the fuck, Pope" right at the tip of his tongue even though he was much too far away to even be heard - immediately protective of you. But his body betrayed him, blood suddenly rushing away from his brain as his cock stirred, immediately painfully trapped against the denim of his jeans. Fuck. Fuuuck.

He saw Santi say something against your ear as you struggled, and the roar in his head was suddenly deafening in a way that made him uncomfortable - there was the instant urge to go stop it, pull Santi off you and ask what the fuck he thought that he was doing. But the other part of him, the one that throbbed in his jeans, didn’t even want to consider interrupting this - just wanted to drink in what was happening, what was next, wanting to know how you felt being pressed against the bar by him like that. Wanted Santi to press him against the bar like that.

He swallowed heavily when the realization of that last thought fully hit him, a hot mix of guilt and desire at the same time, then felt the wave of anger that rolled right after it. It didn’t matter whether it was hot to see - Santi had no right to touch you like that. YOU, you had no right to push back against him like that, even if it was just to struggle and break free, as you ended up pressed even closer against Santi’s front - clearly though inadvertently positioned right against his dick.

Don’t touch her. She’s–

Don’t touch HIM.

Mine.

Mine mine mine.

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Tagging a bunch of you who might be interested in this (or is it tacky to do that when it's your own work? I don't know, man. Like I said, I'm really good at overthinking shit): @linzels-blog @goodwithcheese @maggiemayhemnj @rhoorl @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @secretelephanttattoo @musings-of-a-rose @trulybetty @rifflovesjoey @avastrasposts @gemmahale @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @nerdieforpedro @ladybess-a03 @prolix-yuy @whatsnewalycat @ezrasbirdie @thewreckening @marisferasiop @perotovar @max--phillips @wannab-urs @idolatrybarbie @inept-the-magnificent @gasolinerainbowpuddles @alwaysmicado @romanarose @chronically-ghosted @alltheglitterandtheroar @boliv-jenta @covetyou @5oh5 @reallyrallyauthor @radiowallet @writefightandflightclub @exquisiteserotonin @pink-whiskey-woman @anavatazes @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207 @fettuccin-e @ghostofaboy @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

Want me to tag you when the first part drops? Leave a comment or rb and I'll add you to the taglist!

#frankie morales #santiago garcia #triple frontier #pedro pascal #frankie morales x you

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gracieryder · 1 year

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9-1-1 Podfic Recs

Sharing some of my favorite 9-1-1 podfics (not by me 😂) for @loveryder and anyone else looking for some to check out. 🥰

These aren’t all of the ones out there or all of the ones I enjoy. Just a few faves for people looking for recs. 💃

Putting most of the post under a cut to spare your dashes!

Gen:

volver al punto de partida Read By: @blackestglass & @mistbornhero Written By: @extasiswings Summary: "Eddie’s jaw ticks, shame curling in his stomach as she switches over to Spanish. It’s a deliberate shift, that much is obvious from the way she’s looking at him, and he knows what she wants so he tries.

And fails."

drop your will in the bucket before you kick it (pre-Buddie) Read By: @blackestglass (w/sfx by @godoflaundrybaskets) Written By: kow2 Summary: Six years ago, Buck would have no problem with dying in a wildfire. There was a certain breath of relief he’d get, lying in his bed and dreaming of the call, the time of death, the bell ringing at his funeral, the unfortunately comforting fact that somebody would have to attend his funeral in order to ring the bell. He figured it was just a way to come to terms with that fact that his rate of dying went up ten-fold with his new job.

Dr. Copeland called it a form of passive suicidal thoughts, and the scary part about hearing that term for the first time is that he wasn’t scared of the term at all when she said it. She went on for the whole hour-long session about it, and Buck didn’t really feel anything, more like he thought he should’ve been taking notes, expecting her to tell him there was going to be a quiz over this the next time they met.

The problem now is, that heroic, suicidal dream was six years ago, and Dr. Copeland was almost two years ago. The problem with dying this way now, is that he doesn’t feel like going out this way anymore. He doesn’t feel like going out at all.

Buddie:

i did, i did, i do Read By: @mayonnaisetoffees Written By: @hattalove Summary: I didn’t know what it meant when you kissed me up against that counter, Buck wants to say. He wants to name every place that’s hurt to see for the past three years. Wants to remind Eddie of the way they used to be in bed together, quiet and all-consuming, the way their hands would curl together on Eddie’s stomach in their sleep. Wants to ask why Ana isn’t there anymore, why Eddie doesn’t tell him to get out when Buck’s spending the seventh consecutive night on his couch.

Buck wants, and wants, and wants.

Isn’t that the story of his life.

Tentacantata Read By: crawfishing Written By: @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Summary: Buck has a... kink. The kind of kink it's embarrassing to talk about. Eddie has some... special features. Features it's kind of weird to talk about. Surely those two facts aren't related.

Before the Night Fades Read By: @burnthatbridge Written By: @milenadaniels Summary: “I have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,” Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box.

“Okay?”

“Okay so there’s two men and two women and I have no idea who’s getting proposed to. I’m not even 100% on who came with who."

Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.

Despite it all, Because of it all Read By: @mayonnaisetoffees Written By: @kitkatpancakestack Summary: He puts the truck in park in front of Eddie’s childhood home. Christopher shifts in the back, already unbuckling his seatbelt. Eddie is frozen with his jaw set, eyes hard and unblinking as they bore holes through the windshield. Buck was here once before, after that relief trip to Texas, but he is under no illusions that this time will be similar. For one, he doesn’t have the buffer of other firefighters to hide behind. This isn’t a visit that will last a couple hours, and so the sugary, superficial niceties will eventually crumble when it’s mid-way through the week and he’s still hanging around. There is also the shadow of everything that has happened since the wildfires skulking behind them, waiting to be found out.

But, this is Eddie and Christopher, needing him to have it together, so he paints on a smile and squeezes Eddie's knee and slides out of the truck. * Eddie's dad gets sick. Buck goes with him and Christopher to El Paso.

from the ground up Read By: @thatnerdemryn Written By: @eddiesdiaz Summary: If he’s honest, Eddie gets why Buck filed the lawsuit.

He does. He understands the hopelessness, the feeling you’re losing all control, like you’re sinking, drowning, desperate for a way out. He knows because it’s the same way he felt when he enlisted.

That doesn’t mean it hurts any less when Buck leaves him, though.

or the one in which, a couple of weeks after meeting each other, buck and eddie fell in love, broke up, and then forgot to fall out of it.

rainbows have nothing to hide Read By: @burnthatbridge Written By: @hattalove Summary: “Glad to see someone is happy I’m here,” Buck yells into the house, and only gets the rustle of paper bags and a vague grunt in response. He leans down and whispers into Christopher’s ear: “Was he being a Kermit again?”

Christopher nods so hard that some of his hair ends up in Buck’s mouth.

“It’s so bad,” he whispers back. “You need to move in with us already.”

how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face Read By: Matriaya Written By: @hmslusitania Summary: After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

Madney & Buddie:

Goodwill is Sent in Snapshots (You Only Get the Full Picture on Return) Read By: crawfishing Written By: @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Summary: When both Evan Buckley and Chimney Han are dumped at the start of December, they decide to swap houses - with each other. A nice two weeks in a different location will be a great unconventional Christmas. Certainly not anything life changing.

Then Buck meets Chim's next-door-neighbor, and Chim meets Buck's apartment-crashing sister. (An audio recording, roughly two hours)

#this isn't all-encompassing #but i hope you find something you enjoy! <3 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #madney #911 #podfic #podfic rec

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ofpd · 7 months

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anyway top five les mis moments that could put someone in a hospital

ok i am so biased towards certain characters but here are some devastating scenes (devastating lines are a different category to me). under the cut as an excuse to post longass passages. bolded lines are my fave parts of the scenes

this whole scene in 3.7.4 is cray but at a highlight is when eponine says this

I often go off in the evening. Sometimes I don’t come home again. Last winter, before we came here, we lived under the arches of the bridges. We huddled together to keep from freezing. My little sister cried. How melancholy the water is! When I thought of drowning myself, I said to myself: ‘No, it’s too cold.’ I go out alone, whenever I choose, I sometimes sleep in the ditches. Do you know, at night, when I walk along the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and as big as Notre Dame, I fancy that the white walls are the river, I say to myself: ‘Why, there’s water there!’ The stars are like the lamps in illuminations, one would say that they smoked and that the wind blew them out, I am bewildered, as though horses were breathing in my ears; although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I don’t know what all. I think people are flinging stones at me, I flee without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very queer when you have had no food.

in 4.12.3, after grantaire has gotten drunk instead of lamarque's funeral and the barricades are being built

Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. [...]

“Grantaire,” he shouted, “go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don’t disgrace the barricade!”

This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He seemed to be rendered suddenly sober. He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:— “Let me sleep here.”

“Go and sleep somewhere else,” cried Enjolras.

But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied:— “Let me sleep here,—until I die.”

Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes:— “Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying.”

Grantaire replied in a grave tone:— “You will see.”

there are a bunch of iconic exr quotes back to back in 4.1.6 and im not even including all of them here

“What about me?” said Grantaire. “Here am I.”

“You?”

“I.”

“You indoctrinate republicans! you warm up hearts that have grown cold in the name of principle!”

“Why not?”

“Are you good for anything?”

“I have a vague ambition in that direction,” said Grantaire.

“You do not believe in everything.”

“I believe in you.”

“Grantaire will you do me a service?”

“Anything. I’ll black your boots.”

“Well, don’t meddle with our affairs. Sleep yourself sober from your absinthe.”

this in 5.1.8... love both the times that enjy kills a guy but the other one is more sexy and this one is more devastating

The captain of the piece was a handsome sergeant of artillery, very young, blond, with a very gentle face, and the intelligent air peculiar to that predestined and redoubtable weapon which, by dint of perfecting itself in horror, must end in killing war.

Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young man.

“What a pity!” said Combeferre. “What hideous things these butcheries are! Come, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at him. Fancy, he is a charming young man; he is intrepid; it is evident that he is thoughtful; those young artillery-men are very well educated; he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not more than five and twenty at the most; he might be your brother.”

“He is,” said Enjolras.

“Yes,” replied Combeferre, “he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him.”

“Let me alone. It must be done.”

And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras’ marble cheek.

can't make a list of devastating les mis scenes without eponines death :) this isn't the whole thing but i did want to have some limit on how long this post was

“Now, for my trouble, promise me—”

And she stopped.

“What?” asked Marius.

“Promise me!”

“I promise.”

“Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.—I shall feel it.”

She dropped her head again on Marius’ knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Éponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:—

“And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”

She tried to smile once more and expired.

#anyway hope this was fun #asks #vee tag

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crowning-art · 1 year

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TGCF SPOILERS FINALE!

Me and 10 cuties who have been keeping up with my crazy TGCF journey after i finally finished it 2 years later lmaoo

*Note that clown in the center is me and everyone knows why after seeing my wonderful, beautiful, RIDICULOUS AND OUTLANDISH theories throughout the read lmaoo

Without further ado...the finale!!

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Goushi really swooped in during the LAST TWO SECONDS of this huge novel and really just stole everyone's heart, huh? I love this dude

In the last second, a hand caught Feng Xin’s boot, and Feng Xin caught Mu Qing’s boot. When he looked up, he cried, “WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!! GUOSHI OLD SIR, PLEASE DON’T EVER LET GO, ALRIGHT!!!”

YOOO FENG XIN ACCEPTED HIS CHILD OH MY GODDD DJJDJDJDJF T-T THE CHARACTER GROWTH

THE WAY THE TABLES HAVE TURNED AHHHHH its now Xie Lian who has Jun Wu pinned and nailed down to the ground with a sword djdjdjjdjjd low key, Xie Lian really needed to do that....yknow....therapeutically lol

I love this so much cuz ya, at the end of the day, it's tiring, it's exhausting keeping up a facade and forcing yourself to be someone who u know really isn't you and I feel Jun Wu despite all he's done was very heavily a product of his situation.

“I just genuinely really miss Your Highness,” Guoshi said. “I miss the once-Kingdom of Wuyong,

I miss our people, and I miss the days before we ascended. That’s all.”

“…”

Guoshi then added, “It’s been so many years, Your Highness. Just watching you makes me tired. Very tired. How about you? Are you not exhausted?”

And yes, I get that there was still a bit of inherit evil within him which got amplified thanks to the wuyong problems but like at the end of the day, he's just a sad little meow meow

AND THEN

“…Have I been defeated?” Jun Wu sounded a little lost.

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.

DJDIFNIFJFJFJFJ DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN??? HJDHDHFHFHF U KNOW WHAT IM GONNA SAY AND UGH ITS ALWAYS BACK TO THE ✨️THEMES OF KINDNESS AND LOVE✨️ BRB gonna cry some more AGAIN

Ahh I remember pointing this out a while back but Hua Cheng was always the ONLY one who really helped ground Xie Lian when he was lost and confused. Like the split emotions he kept feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, all gone even when he's told the craziest news yet, aka Wu Ming identity

All of a sudden, thousands of emotions, millions of words swarmed into his head. There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.

Lol u guys don't even get it, there were so many parts that were my fave here and I was trying my best to not post the whole chapter here cuz i loved EVERY part, the way Xie Lian leaped into Hua Chengs arm at the end, the cute Xianle trio bickering, just everything T-T

WTF U MEAN LIL BREAK I DO NOT NEED THIS RN PLZ DONT OH MY GODOHMYGODOHMYGOS HUA CHENG DONT U DARE DIE OH MYGOD

All of this:

Hua Cheng’s long and slender fingers gently combed through Xie Lian’s mussed hair. “Then, Your Highness, do you know why I refuse to leave this world?”

Xie Lian couldn’t understand why Hua Cheng could still be so calm at a time like this, as he was panicking so hard he was trembling. But, while feeling lost, he still simple-mindedly asked,

“Why?”

Hua Cheng replied quietly, “Because I have a beloved who is still in this world.”

Hua Cheng said quietly, “Your Highness, I understand your everything.

“Your courage, your despair; your kindness, your pain; your resentment, your hate; your intelligence, your foolishness.

“If I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserved the butchering of a million knives. But, I know you wouldn’t allow it.”

They really did invent love, I can't think of anything else to say to this 😭

HIS EXPRESSION MY HEART CRACKED INTO A MILLION PIECES AT THIS WHOLE SCENE BUT ESPECIALLY AT THIS LINE

Hua Cheng’s gaze was gentle and blazing, that remaining eye filled with love, and it gazed at him silently.

He's gonna be back for sure. The red string and the ashes are still there....but it's still soooo saaad

LMAOOO the heavenly officials became homeless fr I'm dying lmaoooo

ROUYE IS BACK YESSSS!!! AND UGHH XIANLE TRIO!! IM SO HAPPY THEY R TOGETHER AGAIN!! I MISSED THIER SHENANIGENS SO MUCH

Xie Lian rummaged around his sleeve and fumbled out a white silk band that was torn in half, and said joyously, “Yeah, finally, the material to fix Ruoye is found! I’ll go patch it up right now!”

However, Feng Xin stopped him. “Patch it up? You?! Forget it, what can you patch? Ask someone else to help you.” Then he turned his head and shouted, “MU QING! COME GET TO WORK!”

Pei Su and Banyue were really an underrated duo this whole book, especially with the way they guarded Ke Mo and the other ghosts lol

Pei Su and Banyue were sitting at the entrance, both of their expressions blank.

Feng Xin divorce arc lmaooo Finally it came to an end...and in a really nice and mature way. I really appreciated the way MXTX wrote Jian Lan's whole character, like she also grew as a person and is def underappreciated

However, Jian Lan withdrew her smile. “What you’ve said are all things of the past. What was love once doesn’t mean it’ll last. I’m not interested in being a charity case and a nuisance.”

And Xuan Ji! Everyone really grew up huh? (*sobbing incontrollably*)

Still don't like Pei Ming smh overgrown man child fr U go Yushi Huang for showing him whose boss!!

GUZIIII MY HEART NOOOOO I really respect LQQ for doing this

so I could only…gather a bit of the soul particles of the Green Ghost and keep them in a lamp. Now he shows up in front of me every day hugging that lamp, asking when the soul within the lamp will grow bigger! I really…”

And Guzi! Fret not! Qi Rong will be back cuz his ashes aren't destroyed!!

THE PEARLS ARE BASICALLY A GIFT FROM THE INLAWS THAT HUA CHENG HAS NOW DJJDJDJDJDJDJFJDJD

A moment later, Xie Lian nodded slowly. “It’s mine. It’s a pair of pearls my father and mother gave me when I was young.”

Lol Ling Wen's punishment thooo and the subtle hint that Ling Wen may have acc cared for the dude despite everything kinda warms my heart

Ling Wen gave a small laugh. “Your Highness, don’t say it like I would do anything for him. After all, I’m cold-blooded and recognize no loved ones, so why would I do anything like that?”

“Is that right?”

“Let it be.

I love love love the way the passage of time was described here God I don't know how to explain it but I love it

People came like the tide, then left like the tide. Mount Taicang regained its deserted lonesomeness.

Atop Mount Taicang, there used to be an enormous field of maple trees. They were all burnt down by that massive fire, but reborn after a thousand years. They were no longer the same ones Xie Lian leapt through to train once upon a time, but the landscape was the same.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAASASSMXKXKXJXNCJXNX AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

With three thousand Blessings Lanterns rising along with the night behind him, that man turned back and gazed at him. Robes redder than maple, skin as white as snow; between the brows of a face so handsome it couldn’t be stared at, there was still that wildness and a feral aura, a proudness that couldn’t be cut down.

There were no words. Both started walking towards the other.

A step, another step, each step faster than the next, then finally, they started running.

He ran forward whilst tears fell and stayed behind him. Xie Lian voiced this in his heart: he believed.

He believed that this man would die for him again and again, and would be reborn for him over and over. Even if he fell into the depths of hell, he would break through the abyss for his “belief”.

Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other.

This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.

DID I CRY HERE? U BET YOUR FUNKY LIL BEAN I DID And u don't get get AGUHH it took 1000 pages for them to get to where they were AND ONLY ONE PAGE TO MEET AGAIN THE ABSOLUTE POETIC METAPHOR HAS ME LOSING MY MIND u have to read through 244 chaps to see them trying to get to each other and when they finally do..it takes less than a page for them to reunite again I AM CRYING RN

The grand final banquet in Puqi shrine, with windmaster and the fellow beggars, he xuan secretly eating with them, fengqing arguing and bantering (flirting basically -_-), heaven's eye, hualian, the heavenly officials dropping by, just everyone finally living a happy life

What a story! Like what a story! Unbelievable!

This is how it started and this is how it ended

However, if people worship the divine statues of this one god and one ghost together, then there will be a miracle

Cuz their whole story is a miracle but that's the point! U can't give up! Xie Lian's story IS inspirational despite being fictional! Believing in your principles and doing the right thing, showing kindness no matter the circumstance, and growing from adversities, honestly I had so much to say but I read the post script and lmao MXTX said EVERYTHING I wanted to say!

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I'm always the kind to finish books within a day or two but I really didn't want this one to end (hence two years to read it) but God the whole experience was so incredible and tbh, I started documenting my thoughts for myself just so I can reread them later and laugh lmao but then a bunch of you guys kept up with it and it genuinely became such an exciting thing to look forward to after reading as well!!

Special shout out to @silvia-moon and @maause who were there from the beginning!! I loved every comment of yours and had a blast reading them every time 🥰

Ahhhh IM GETTING SO EMOTIONAL LIKE THIS LONG WINDING JOURNEY HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END 😭 (borderline tearing up while writing this post) but alas! Every banquet must come to an end (haha see what I did there? Hahaha....😭😭😭)

And of course there are the extras! But those shall be read some other day! In the meantime, I'm so so excited to get to drawing all my fave scenes!! I can't wait to get to that!

Until then,

Farewell 😊

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benbamboozled · 1 year

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BENBAMBOOZLED’S JASON TODD (mostly smutty) ONE-SHOT REC LIST EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

Omg I actually did it!

As per a request from @disniq that actually was an ask that I will put up when this is posted—my rec list of (mostly) smutty one-shots that is NOTICEABLY LONGER than my other fic rec list, heh.

So, before I get into it—cards on the table…

In the interest of limiting any possible controversy—because I’m just here to have a good time—my personal parameters as I went through all of my fave Jason Todd fics to create this particular rec list were:

-No Batcest (or whatever I think counts these days…I honestly can’t keep up and I don’t care to.)

-No noncon (however you can pry dubcon from my cold dead hands)

-No underage (whiiiich p. much takes out all my Robins-as-Robin recs)

-Nothing that I will personally define as “really weird” (and you can just use your imagination there)

Please keep in mind that a whole lotta good fic and a lot of my faves had to be left off of this particular rec list due to those parameters.

Okay, so…what’s left, HA! Welp, that’s what I’ve cobbled together here! There are a few non-smutty ones sprinkled in because I just liked them, but for the most part these are…yeah, they’re smut.

MIND THE TAGS. I know you all get that, but I still need to put up the disclaimer.

If you like any of these, pleeeease drop a comment on the fic! Doesnt matter if it seems like the author might not be in the fandom anymore—it’s still nice to see your work was enjoyed by someone! (I got a really nice comment a few months ago on a one-shot I wrote MORE THAN A DECADE AGO and it made my friggin year.)

(And if you don’t like ‘em…that’s fine but you’re wrong…but it’s fine…but you’re wrong.)

NOW…without further ado…your rec list!

A Stitch In Time

—BearlyWriting

—Rated E

—Jason Todd/Clark Kent

—Summary (abridged): “Jason is dying again, his throat slit open by the man who’s supposed to be his father. This time, lying in the rubble of an explosion, he calls Superman instead.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33371341

these games we play

—forestgreen

—Rated E

—Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Midnighter, Jason Todd/Apollo

—Summary: “Something warm unfurls inside of Jason. It takes him a moment to realize what it is: trust.”

(OKAY MIND THE TAGS ON THIS ONE. Like, all of the recs, obviously, but ESPECIALLY this one.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41939268

replace the feathers in our vests

—Gen

—likewinning

—Summary: “Bruce Wayne was actually a crimelord; the Robins were all boys who met on the street and were adopted as his ‘sons’; finally, Dick grabs his little brothers and runs. Written for Comment Fic.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3239156

funambulism

—mici (nobarlembeat)

—Rated T

—Technically tagged as JayDick BUT Dick is Renegade and there’s not a whole lot of shippiness in it so I’m adding it.

—Summary: “Talia has one last teacher before she funds Jason to return to Gotham, and that teacher has only one thing to teach him.

Or that's what Jason thinks.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28230840

catch a tiger by the

—mici (noharlembeat)

—Rated E

—Ra’s al Ghul/Jason Todd, Tiger King of Kandahar/Jason Todd, Tiger King of Kandahar/Jason Todd/Ra’s Al Ghul

—Summary: “It begins with a shadow and a stalking; it ends with an offer to become a triple-agent.

Or: Tiger meets an infuriating assassin, who offers him an infuriating deal. He wouldn't be so infuriating if his mouth wasn't so pretty.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31404734?view_adult=true

there’s something better wrong with you

—noctiphany

—Rated E

—Jason Todd/Midnighter (Jaynighter? Hoodnighter?)

—Summary: “Why are the tragic ones always so fucking pretty?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6148897

Seeds of Redemption

—Scandalsavage

—Rated E

—Arkham-verse, Jay/Bane

—Summary: “After Jason's brief tenure as the Arkham Knight, he tries to make up for his actions by fighting the crime and corruption of Gotham as the Red Hood.

On a recon mission to observe Black Mask, Jason runs into one of his old torturers and discovers he's not the only one looking to atone.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21814987?view_adult=true

Shameless

—scandalsavage

—Rated T

—Kon-el/Jason Todd (mentioned Bart/Tim)

—Summary: “Kon has a one-track mind.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32273284

Don’t let your yearnings get ahead of your earnings

—Skalidra

—Rated T

—Jason Todd/Slade Wilson (Hoodstroke)

—Summary: "Slade."

The tension that draws Todd up a little is interesting, as is his immediate, "As in Wilson?"

Slade quirks an eyebrow, watching the side of the kid's face. "Heard of me, hm?"

"Yeah," Todd says, after a couple seconds, "once or twice." Then, quieter and with more feeling, "Fuck."”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20909573/chapters/49706528

In the corner of his eye

—Skalidra

—Rated T

—Technically tagged JayTim but it’s not like super shippy (also it’s Talon!Jay, so).

—Summary: “For weeks, Tim's been seeing a shadow in the corner of his eye. Just barely there, and he struggles to catch it for more than a moment, or identify it. Then, things start showing up in his apartment; small gifts, with no clue as to who's left them. Tim's determined though; he's going to find out who it is.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9794663

And there you have it!

#fic rec list #Jason Todd #a lot of rare pairs that don’t have cool names yet.#or they do and I don’t know them.#I’m gonna go with hoodnighter and hoodstroke #Clark Kent #Midnighter #Slade Wilson #Tiger King of Kandahar #it’s also possible that I forgot to add some…I think I did pretty good though!#my secret rec list is a helluva lot longer.#🤫#thank you dis for pushing me to make this!#at least I get to pimp some Jay rare pairs!#why yes I *did* put a lot of work in this post that will likely be seen by like 5 people max.

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clodspyre · 2 years

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Obey Me Asmodeus Reacts to Helluva Boss Asmodeus

And just episode 7 part 1 in general

Ever since you showed him and his brothers this new show, “Helluva Boss,” Asmodeus has been fascinated.

He was rightfully psyched when the new episode came out!

Even more so when he found out that Ozzie was meant to be short for Asmodeus!

Asmo couldn’t wait to see how he was going to be portrayed in the show! Was he going to look more cute? More sexy? Perhaps more on the powerful side?

He thoroughly enjoyed the beginning part of the episode, especially when Stolas showed up (I hc that Stolas is his fave character)

Once Fizzarolli made his appearance, Asmo couldn’t help but be impressed all over again. He respects the sheer amount of training Alex needed to go through in order to get his voice to do that.

Aww, Moxxie’s song is adorable! Though, he definitely would have cringed as well if this played at one of his clubs. It’s cute, hon, but you are killing the vibe a little.

Oh? Is his portrayal coming on now? What’s he-

You singing love songs in my lustful lounge?

OH??!!!!

What’d you expect from a proprietor like us?

Who is this man who is he who is he who is the man who voices him Asmo needs to know NOW!

Asmo is already down bad for that voice. Once he processed there was a whole character to go along with it he was even more impressed.

Asmo loved his Helluva Boss self! Even though he doesn’t look all that human, he still retained the sexy aura that he feels all Asmodeuses should embody.

He was adoring the drama right now! He was bopping to the song all while swooning over that man’s voice. Also cheered when Verosica’s part came on.

Who’s that at the table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas is that you?!

Are you sleeping with an imp?!!

Ooh!

THE DRAMA!! Oh he lives for the drama!

You sold your life for a thrust~! Now that’s the spirit of lust~!

Ok he loves this portrayal of him so much.

He’s glad Moxxie got the last laugh this episode, but he just could not get over the sheer drama and sexiness of that song!!

After the episode is over, Asmo immediately runs to his room and looks up fanart, and also to put that song on his Deviltube playlist.

Sorry for the long post, but I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me asmodeus #helluva boss #helluva ozzie #helluva boss asmodeus

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thevalleyisjolly · 1 year

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for the fandom of your choice/whatever is more applicable (although if u have any spicy d20 takes 👀👀): 3, 5, 7, 13 and 18

Ooh, thanks Jack! Had curry for lunch today so I'm full of spice and ready to let loose!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I stay out of the general tags for a reason, but my top 3 all fall along the same lines - the idea that K is a "toxic" person to pair with Evan because they don't really "see" him for him (...which is exactly the flaw and the room for growth that Erika built into the character), the idea that Ricky was "bullying" Cody because he was upset about Cody's cultural appropriation, and the whole non-consensual brain surgery thing with Norman.

(The common theme is people accusing Asian PCs of being mean to their white faves and therefore deserving of all sorts of bad things. Funny how that's happened not once, not twice, but thrice, huh)

5. worst discord server and why

As most of my friends and IRL classmates can tell you, I'm not super active on Discord and am horrible at answering messages in a timely fashion, so I don't actually have a server that I particularly dislike!

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Keradin, Limon, and Evan Kelmp are the first ones that spring to mind. Keradin actually has some interesting character beats and flaws but I've never seen anyone try to engage with him as his own character, they just interpret everything he does as part of a relationship dynamic with Lapin. Limon is a fucking background comedic NPC and I am still annoyed that during and after the season, people were willing to credit him with so much complexity and interiority while downplaying/outright shitting on the actual PCs.

With Evan, I'm not a huge fan of the character concept to begin with but I'm even more livid that in one of the most diverse D20 seasons, fandom actively sidetracked and ignored and even denigrated every other character in favour of the sad white boy played by the sole white player at the table. To be clear, Brennan is great, nothing against the man, but I was in the tags when the season aired live and about 95% of the posts were Evan-centred. Sam, Whitney, and K barely showed up unless they were interacting with Evan or did a particularly funny bit. And that's not even getting into the hate and criticism that got thrown at K for daring to be in a mutual romantic relationship with Evan.

13. worst blorboficiation

See previous question, but oddly enough, I also feel like Emily gets this treatment sometimes? It's complicated because there's one portion of the fandom that acts like she's a terrible chaotic player who keeps trying to fuck up Brennan's plans for shits and giggles (which is outright wrong and misogynistic) and then there's another portion that acts like Emily's characters can do no wrong and Emily may in fact be the only player at the table who knows what she's doing at any given point in time while the rest of them are just comedic yahoos fumbling their way through dice rolls and jokes. Which, placing women on a pedestal is in fact also sexist, and it's not any better than the misogyny you're responding to. It's a huge disservice to the cast and it's especially a huge disservice to Emily - she creates incredibly complex and well thought out characters who have their strengths and their flaws, and acting like they're all perfect girlbosses who are right even when they're wrong erases so much of the depth that Emily put into them.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

I mean, we all know my answer is of course going to be Cumulous Rocks, but as per a recent post of mine (and many posts in the past), the answer is also more broadly applicable to Zac and pretty much all of his PCs.

#thanks jack!#someday d20 fandom is gonna have a reckoning about the superficial progressiveness in our fan spaces #and how despite lauding the show for its diversity #the actual fandom treats characters of colour (and honestly players of colour) as accoutrements to the white characters and white players #praising white characters for breathing and holding characters of colour to unreasonable double standards #pigeonholing and diminishing players of colour while uplifting white players as the ultimate gods of roleplay and gameplay #oops there's some bonus salt in the tags for ya

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: San

Genre: Screwball romantic comedy, sliiiight angst

Warnings: Snappy couples, slight brawl, pretend lovers’ quarrel, basically just running away

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, journalist!San, strangers to lovers (kind of), road trip!, Almost like the whole “there was only one bed!”

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: Enjoy this next part. The third and final part would be posted next week!

Masterlist

Runaway society girl Han Miryo goes on a cross-country road trip to get to her aviator fiance from Namhae to Seoul, only to fall in love with the reporter, Choi San, who helped her run away.

It Happened One Night

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 2

Miryo returned to the cabin the next morning, having gotten up earlier than San to shower and freshen up, wearing the robe the autocamp provided while she waited for her own clothes to dry. Even with the heavy downpour that seemed to derail her plans of getting to Seoul quickly, she managed to sleep well. She figured the long trip and the tiredness of having to run away from home got to her.

San. She smiled to herself. Who would’ve thought she would make it this far with a stranger who turned out to be a newspaper man even. He could’ve easily ratted her out even after she begged him not to tell Hongjoong, but he didn’t.

As she opened the door to step inside, San was already dressed and ready, with the sounds and smells of something frying on the stove while the small dining table was already set. “Good morning,” She said.

“Good morning wifey, it’s about time you got back,” He managed a smile.

“I met some interesting women at the showers since only the toilet works in here. We got to chatting and time definitely flew by,” She said, sensing that he was in a better mood than yesterday.

“Alright, come on, sit down and have something to eat,” San gestured to the table, placing what she saw were fried eggs on each of their plates.

“Wow, that’s nice, you made eggs,” Miryo looked impressed as she sat down.

“Egg,” San was quick to correct her. “One egg, one donut, one cup of coffee. That’s your ration until lunch. Any complaints?”

She shook her head. “Nope, not a thing,” She said with a satisfied smile.

“That’s nice, for a change,” San sat down next to her, passing her the plate of two donuts, in which she took one to put on her plate.

“I’ll eat well,” Miryo said before she tucked in, observing his expression as she took one bite of the egg on her plate. “You must think this whole thing is silly, don’t you? Me running away and everything.”

San glanced at her while he ate. “No, no it’s a good story.”

She raised a brow. “Yes you do. You think I’m foolish and a spoiled brat. Well, I don’t blame you,” She looked down at her food. “Maybe I am, although I don’t see how I can be. People who are spoiled are used to getting their way all the time. I never have! I’ve always been told what to do, how to do it, where to do it, and with whom. Nurses, governesses, chaperones – even bodyguards! So much for fun.”

“On the flipside, you’re never alone,” He pointed out, understanding what she said.

Miryo tilted her head. “I guess it has its moments. It’s become a game to try and outwit my father’s bodyguards and investigators. There was one time I did, where I actually went shopping without a bodyguard tailing me. It was amazing, it felt like I was doing something immoral, but it didn’t last very long, though,” She smiled to herself as she recalled it. “They caught up with me at a department store. I was so mad, I went out through the back and jumped into the first car I saw. Guess who was in it?”

San gave her a look. “Santa Claus.”

Miryo chuckled and shook her head. “Nope. Park Seonghwa.”

He looked incredulous. “Of for c- is that how you met him?”

“Yeah,” Miryo laughed. “We drove around all afternoon. My father and Hongjoong were frantic. By six o’clock, Hongjoong was having the rivers dredged,” She shook her head at the absurdity of her own story as she tried to dip her donut into her cup of coffee.

“I can see it,” San sat back to take a sip of coffee, immediately noticing what she was doing. “...Where did you learn how to dunk? At an academy or something?”

Miryo frowned. “Oh, don’t start telling me I shouldn’t dunk!”

“Of course you shouldn’t! You don’t even know how to do it!” San argued, and Miryo giggled in amusement at his reaction, watching him do so. “Dunking is an art. Don’t let it soak so long, one dip, then put it in your mouth. If you let it soak for too long, it’ll get soft and fall off. It’s a matter of timing. I should write a book about it.”

“Thank you, teacher,” Miryo chuckled, dipping her donut into her coffee the way San showed her, nodding at the taste.

San finished his egg. “Just goes to show you. Billions of won and you don’t know how to dunk.”

“Well I’d change places with a plumber’s daughter any day,” Miryo said quietly, finishing her food as well.

They heard a ruckus from outside. San got up, looking out the window, putting a finger to his lips as he turned to her. “Someone’s outside,” He whispered.

“Now just a minute, Who-well, how do I know who you are? You can’t go around bothering my tenants. How do I know you’re detectives?” They heard Yeosang tell two men.

Miryo gaped, turning to the male. “Hongjoong’s investigators!” She whispered, panicking. “Maybe I can jump out the other window? They wouldn’t see me that way, wouldn’t they?”

San shook his head, evidently panicking as well. “Sit down, sit down,” He pointed to the small vanity table on the other side of the cabin. “Push your hair down to your eyes, let your hair down, do something” He whispered.

Miryo quickly understood, covering most of her face with her hair and taking the small comb on the dresser to comb the ends of her hair. Her heart was pounding and this was the only way she could hide. At least it was the only way she could evade them without drawing attention.

As the door opened, San cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I got a letter from my cousin Dohyun last week! He says if we don’t stop by his house, he’ll never forgive us! He’s been talking about the special makgeolli he’s made for ages!” He said.

“What?” She asked.

“Just say something!” San nudged her.

“Oh! Oh! We should then! He must be doing very well!” Miryo spoke in a higher-pitched voice, going along with what San had in mind. “I would write back if I was you! Letters are always great to folks like him!”

“Yeah, yeah! He said his wife’s got hay fever again!” San replied.

“You don’t say!” Miryo replied, glancing at the detectives from the mirror. They were definitely the men Hongjoong had tailing her.

“Uh, excuse us,” The men spoke. “I’m detective Choi Jongho and this is my partner Lee Jeno.”

“Oh look, honey, some men!” Miryo managed to say, keeping her voice as high-pitched as possible. Her heart was pounding.

“I want to see you, miss. What’s your name?” Jongho asked her.

“Uh, you addressing me?” Miryo asked, keeping her head down as she kept combing through her hair.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” Jeno asked this time.

San stood in front of them, blocking her from view. “Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking to!” He sounded indignant. “What do you guys want anyway?!”

Jongho and Jeno stepped back. “We’re looking for somebody,” Jongho replied.

“Yeah? Well look your head off! Only don’t come barging in here. This ain’t a public park. I got a notion to take a sock at you,” San waved his fist.

“Hey, take it easy, guy, take it easy,” Jeno put his hands up.

“They’re detectives, Mr. Choi,” Yeosang spoke.

“I don’t give a hoot if they’re the whole police department! They can’t come barging in here and shooting questions at my wife!” San yelled.

“Don’t get so excited, honey! They just asked a civil question,” Miryo chimed in.

“Oh is that so? How many times do I gotta tell you to stop butting in when I’m having an argument?!” San shot at her.

“You don’t have to lose your temper!” Miryo yelled back.

“Now just a moment-” Jongho tried to cut in.

“‘You don’t have to lose your temper!’” San mocked. “That’s what you said the other time too! Every time I’m trying to protect you!”

“Oh keep quiet!” Miryo pretended to burst into sobs.

“I won’t keep quiet!” San yelled.

“Okay, listen, both of you-” Jongho tried to cut in again.

“You’re just like your old man! Once a plumber’s daughter, always a plumber’s daughter!” San continued, Miryo sobbing louder. “There ain’t an ounce of brains in your whole family!”

“Choi San, you’ve gone far enough! I won’t stand here and be insulted like this!” Miryo whined, leaning over the dresser.

“Shut up! Shut up!” San yelled back at every sob that came out of her. Miryo wailed in her seat, nearly dropping the comb.

Yeosang turned to the detectives. “Look at what you two have done, disturbing my guests, please leave,” He gestured to the threshold.

“Yeah, what do you mean by it anyway?” San crossed his arms.

“Sorry, Mr. Choi, but you see, we had to check on everyone. We’re looking for a girl named Han Miryo, the daughter of the late banker, the cousin of Mr. Kim Hongjoong,” Jongho showed him the photo of Miryo on the front page of the newspaper they were holding.

“Yeah? Well it’s too bad you’re not looking for a plumber’s daughter,” San pointed out, looking visibly annoyed. Miryo wailed even louder. “Quit bawling! Quit bawling!”

“Well, sorry to disturb you two, we’ll be on our way,” Jeno and Jongho bowed before leaving, Yeosang quickly showing them out of the cabin, giving them a nod as he closed the door behind them.

Miryo glanced over at San. “...Are they gone?” She asked. San hummed in confirmation. She turned around, the two of them suddenly bursting into fits of laughter as San bent down to fix her hair.

“Come on, let’s get ready to go,” San smiled.

The bus was on its way to Daegu, the two of them in much better spirits compared to their arguing the day before. Miryo welcomed the change in mood between them as she looked out the window at the view of the countryside. She soon felt some weight on her shoulder, realizing that San had fallen asleep.

It was only then she realized how handsome he actually was, from how chiseled his face was to his pouting lips. From how he was beginning to lean on her, Miryo could tell he was someone who liked to exercise. She figured he was probably the type of guy who would have girls on each arm, yet would have also made a dedicated, dare she think it, husband.

Miryo looked around in the bus. Many of the passengers seemed to have fallen asleep as well, until she noticed Wooyoung sitting close by, smirking to himself. He was reading the newspaper that had her picture on it. He caught her gaze and she looked away, immediately wondering what to do next.

“San?” She whispered, gently nudging him.

“Mm, what? I’m trying to sleep,” San mumbled.

“Wooyoung’s here on the bus,” She said.

“Yeah, he’s on this bus, what about it?”

“Look over at him,” Miryo nudged him again to sit up. San looked over slightly to where the male was sitting, immediately catching the newspaper. “What do we do? I’m scared,” She admitted, taking a deep breath to relax.

“What are you afraid of? Haven’t you still got me with you? Where did Wooyoung get that paper?” San asked.

“A stopover a while back, you were sleeping. He must have got it there.”

San shrugged. “It’s too late do anything now.”

Miryo could tell Wooyoung was still looking at her. “...Do you think he recognizes me?”

“We’ll find out soon enough. I don’t think he’s the type to keep something like that quiet if he cut his tongue out. Just sit back and let things happen,” San assured her, linking her arm with his.

“But what would we do?”

San patted her hand. He had an idea. “Wait until the next stop. I’ll get him into a conversation about it and if he suspects anything – Well, we’ll see.”

Miryo nodded, sitting back.

The two of them suddenly sat up when the bus went off the side of the road, getting into a muddy field as Yunho apparently was close to falling asleep at the wheel. San turned to her, giving her an assuring look as he got up and went down the bus.

San saw Wooyoung get down as well, following a few others that were crowding around the wheels of the bus to take a look at the problem. “Hello, Mr. Jung Wooyoung,” He approached the male.

“Hello, it’s nice to get out and stretch your legs, isn’t it?” Wooyoung had a satisfied grin on his face as he stretched his arms while looking out at the field. Night had already fallen.

“Yeah, it sure is,” San noticed the newspaper he was holding. “Newspaper?” He pointed to his hand.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is,” Wooyoung unfolded the paper to show him. San held it up to the headlights to read it. “You know, traveling like this makes you lose track of what’s going on in the world. Now, take that story there,” He pointed to the front page. “About that Han Miryo. If I were to see that woman, you know what I’d do?”

“What?”

“I’d go 50-50 with you,” Wooyoung looked pleased.

San raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because I don’t believe in hogging it all, you see? A bird that figures that way, always ends up behind the eight ball, is what I always say,” Wooyoung said wisely.

San could tell something was up. “What’s your angle?”

“Five million won or I figure out the works,” Wooyoung’s expression shifted to a more serious one.

“Five million, huh?”

“You heard me,” Wooyoung nodded.

San gave the newspaper back to him. “You know, it’s a good thing I ran into you. You’re just the guy I need.”

“You made no mistake, believe you me!”

San tilted his head towards him. “You packing?”

“Packing?”

“Packing a firearm. You have any?” San repeated.

Wooyoung stared at him, a little stunned at the question. “Well,no, I-”

“It’s alright,” San cut him off, waving a hand dismissively. “I have a few machine guns in my suitcase. I’ll let you have one of them. You might have a little trouble up north. You might have to shoot it out with the cops.”

Wooyoung was even more stunned. “...Huh?”

“If you come through, the five million’s in the bag for you,” San muttered, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, but-” Wooyoung sputtered.

“Of course, I’ll have to talk about it with the Killer and see that he takes care of you,” San said coolly.

Wooyoung gaped at him. “...The-the Killer?”

“Yeah, yeah, the big guy, the one who’s running the whole operation,” San replied.

Wooyoung glanced back at the bus, then back at San. “...You’re-you’re not thinking of-of kidnapping her, are you?”

“What else are we going to do? You don’t think we’re after that amount of reward money? 10 million won? That’s chicken feed,” San scoffed.

Wooyoung stepped back, looking a little horrified at the way San was looking at him. “Well, I guess I don’t want that money after all…”

San approached him again. “What do you mean? You’re in this thing and you’re staying in. You know too much.”

“Yeah but-I-I won’t say anything, honest, I won’t.”

“How do I know you’re being honest?” San questioned. “I got a notion to shoot you right now.”

Wooyoung stepped back some more. “No, no, no you can trust me, mister. I can keep my mouth shut, honest!”

“Jung Wooyoung, right?” San asked. “Where do you live?”

“Ilsan.”

“Got family?”

“Yeah, a wife and two kids, they’re just babies,” Wooyoung looked even more frightened.

“You ever heard of Choi Minsoo?”

“Ch-Choi Minsoo?”

San nodded. “He was a nice guy, just like you. But he made a mistake one day – talked a little too much. You know what happened to his kids?”

“No.”

“Well, I can’t tell you. But when Choi Minsoo found out, he blew his brains out.”

“That’s-that’s terrible,” Wooyoung whimpered.

“Yeah, now get lost!” San said loudly.

“B-back to the bus?”

“Back to the bus? You’re walking, bub,” San said. “Now get lost!”

Wooyoung stepped back, almost breaking into a run. San grinned, amused at how it seemed to work. He heard Yunho call everyone else who was outside back on board. The bus was back on the road. San got back inside, Miryo looking hopeful. “Everyone on board?” Yunho asked.

“Yeah, uh, wait a minute, we’re getting down, me and my wife,” San turned to Miryo, who sat up in surprise. “Come on, let’s go. This is our stop,” He reached for her hand.

“What? You got your suitcase?” Yunho looked confused.

“Yeah, yeah,” San held up the bag, leading Miryo down the bus.

The bus doors closed and went back on its way. Miryo turned to him. “Now what? We’re stranded out here in the dead of night. Maybe you’d want to let me know what’s going on?” She asked.

“What’s going on? We’re going to take a walk,” San replied. “That Jung Wooyoung might shoot his mouth off after all.”

“Where are we going to walk to?”

“The next town, wherever that is. Come on, we’ve got a long way to go,” He said.

“How much longer do we have to walk?” Miryo sighed, lifting her feet up with every step she took. “My feet are killing me.”

San looked around at where they were. “We can stop here if you want. Wherever we are. I know we’re past Daegu by now.”

“Where exactly?”

San shrugged. “I can’t say for sure. But from the looks of everything, like that hay rick, we must be on someone’s farm.”

“Farm? Where’s the farm house then?” Miryo turned around.

“What difference does that make?”

“You don’t mean- you mean we’re going to sleep out here?” Miryo asked.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m going to give a fair imitation of it,” San approached the hay rick.

Miryo frowned as she followed him. “San?”

“What?”

“I’m kind of hungry.”

San gave her a look. “You’re just imagining things,” He said.

“No I’m not! I’m hungry and scared,” Miryo whined.

“You can’t be hungry and scared at the same time!” San argued.

“Well I am!” She argued back.

“If you’re scared, it scares the hunger out of you!”

“Not if you’re more hungry than scared.”

San let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, fine, you win. Now forget about it,” He said. He was getting tired as well.

“I can’t! I’m hungry.”

“For god’s sake!” San groaned. “Why did I ever get mixed up with you? If I had any sense, I’d already be in Seoul by now.”

“What about your big story?”

“Taking a woman back to her fiance! I turned out to be a prize sucker, all right,” San sighed, fluffing up the loose hay from the stack. “Here, your bed’s all made, come on.”

Miryo looked at the mound of hay before her. “You mean I’m supposed to sleep on that?”

“That’s the idea,” San replied.

With great reluctance, Miryo settled down, frowning and wrinkling her nose at how crackly it was. “Oh, this isn’t very comfortable.”

“Just go to sleep, I’m tired of listening to you complaining,” San said dismissively, getting up to go to another part of the hay rick. .

Miryo tried to lie down. “You know you’re becoming incredibly disagreeable lately. You snap my head off every time I open my mouth! If being with me is so disagreeable to you, you can leave. You can leave any time you see fit. Nobody’s holding you back here, I can get along, I can get along very well without you!” She huffed, looking up at the sky and it made her realize how it had gone quiet. “...San?” She called out.

No response.

“San?” Miryo sat up looking around. “San? San! San!” She called out again nervously.

“What? What’s wrong? What are you yelling for?” San appeared, carrying a bunch of carrots.

Miryo sighed in relief. “San! I-I was so worried…” She said, her voice lowering.

“What’s with you? I was only gone a minute. I went to try and find you something to eat,” San replied.

“I know but-”

“Here, I got it from a crate in the next field,” San handed her the bunch.

“Huh? I-I don’t want it now,” She said, putting the bunch aside.

“What? I thought you said you were hungry!”

“I was but-”

“But what?!” San was growing even more frustrated.

“But I was so scared it scared the hunger right out of me,” Miryo pouted.

“For crying out loud! You’d drive a guy crazy,” San groaned.

“I guess-”

“Shut up. Not a peep out of you,” San glared at her before walking to the other side of the hay stack.

“I was only going to say that you were right.”

“You darn well know I’m right,” San huffed. “Now go to sleep and forget about everything,” He said, sitting down on the pile he fluffed up and sat back, looking up at the sky.

Miryo lay back down. “...San?” She called out.

“What?”

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

San looked out at the field next to them. “By strange coincidence I was thinking of you,” He admitted.

Miryo smiled to herself. “Really?”

“Yeah, I was wondering what makes women like you so annoying.”

Her expression fell. “Oh.”

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Hii I'm new here! I saw that your reqs are open and I was just reading some of you headcanons and they are great!!! I was wondering if you have headcanons for Morpheus cause I love Sandman hahaha if not than that's okay. Have a beautiful and lovely day😊

omg my beloved morpheus?? my love??? absolutely anon you don’t know how fast I typed this up

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smells like old books and roses and a good nights sleep

his eyes are endlessly stunning

favorite color is dark green?? maybe. i’m not sure he has one

gives off wet cat vibes™

i bet he can appreciate a cloudy day

probs squints in the sun

VERY intimidating. wtf are you supposed to do when the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares comes knocking?

doesnt have a preference for music. he likes it all

favorite sibling is Death (obviously)

he probably smells like lavender too

secretly misses a simpler time

wishes that he could connect better with other people

a SUCKER for a good bubble bath

have a whole day dedicated to him and he’ll never forget it

also has really good memory? literally how

ideal evening is sitting in front of a fireplace on colder nights

pls sit with him

doesn’t know how to cook

can and will burn down the palace accidentally

does know how to ice skate actually

loves his ravens so so much (but he’ll never say so out loud)

such a creative person & loves any form of art

loves any form of dessert but especially loves chocolate

has an eye for color

sucker for architecture (have you SEEN his palace/castle thing??)

goes on walks in the Dreaming just for the hell of it

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Thunderbolt

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The developing stage of a thunderstorm is marked by a cumulus cloud that is being pushed upward by a rising column of air (updraft). The cumulus cloud soon looks like a tower (called towering cumulus) as the updraft continues to develop. (source)

(or, you meet a stranger during a storm.)

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It was not a beautiful day when you first met him.

The sky was painted a riveting mosaic of white and grey, and a cold breeze swept across the field, tussling the grasses and the trees of the meadow.

It nipped at your cheeks, delivering with it the promise of a storm.

Thunder curled on the horizon, and lightning flickered through the clouds. Slowly, steadily, it began to rain.

A small pavilion sits in the middle of the field, and quickly you take shelter under it, too enthralled by the forces of nature to even think about returning home.

You sit on one of the old wooden picnic tables, closing your eyes as the storm continues.

The sound of footsteps causes you open your eyes. Not many people come over here, especially not during rain.

A man, much taller than the people you’re used to seeing in the town, towers over you. So much so that you can’t really see his eyes.

He motions to the bench beside you, and it takes a moment for you to register what he’s silently inquiring.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit there.”

He nods, and you take note of his appearance. Red hair covers part of his face, and based on what he’s wearing, he most certainly isn’t from around here.

How interesting.

You both sit there in silence, listening to the heartbeat of the storm.

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You begin, noting the way the strange man tilts his head, not quite looking at you. “Even though Mama would pitch a fit every time I came home sopping wet, I’ve always found thunderstorms to be-“ A particularly loud crash of thunder echoes through the sky, as if on cue. “-fascinating.”

You lean forwards, jumping off the table. The sound of the thunder and the rain, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, faster, faster- it creates a most chaotic symphony, and makes your heart thrum to its tune.

Twenty minutes go by (or was it an hour? a day?) and both you and the stranger sit there, admiring the roar of the storm.

The thunder seems to dull, leaving for another town.

You ought to go back to your home, but not before saying goodbye to this odd accomplice.

“It was nice talking to you. Maybe I’ll see you again when the next storm rolls around?”

Thor nods, silently observing the way you smile at the gesture and how you seem to bathe in the afterglow of the storm.

Then you walk away, plucking at some flowers as you go, oblivious to the golden eyes watching as you leave.

Unaware of the two birds now perched on a nearby branch.

“Oh! Oh! Thor’s found an interesting human!”

“Ho! Ho! What strange news!”

The ravens cackle to each other, though are quickly silenced by a harsh clap of thunder as Thor’s even harsher glare turns to them. They fly off, probably to sit on his father’s shoulders.

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Hi, I’m obsessed with your Morpheus content and I was wondering if you could do something angsty where they argue? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️

omg anon?? i love you <3 je t’aime

also what POV do you guys like best? second person? First? pls tell me i’m never sure which one to go with

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A strange book caught my eye as I meandered through the library. I grabbed at the reddish-orange cover, pulling it into my hands. I flip to the first page.

“Try as he might, the god cannot love the mortal in his entirety. He burns far too bright, too endlessly - and no mortal can withstand that intensity. So the god becomes so dreadfully alone - as there is no one who can return his love in the way he needs.”

I remembered then that I was meant to meet with Morpheus in Fiddler’s Green. He had asked me - quite formally, might I add - to meet him there so that we might talk, as friends do.

I won’t tell you how my heart leapt. I’m sure you already know it.

I rushed over quickly, hoping I wasn’t late. The grassy path led me to my favorite spot in all of the Dreaming - the pond.

Waterfalls cascaded down, splashing delightfully with the water below. Birds and butterflies and bees flew and fluttered, buzzed and sang.

It felt like home, almost.

And just the thought of this being home made my heart sing. Though, not as much as the prospect of him wanting to talk to me did.

But as I looked around, peering through the shades of green and brown, I saw no Morpheus.

Maybe I was early?

I’ve got all the time in the world. Might as well wait for him.

I sit down in shade, just watching the world go by. The grass below me was soft, tickling my legs not unlike how it would in the real world. A white tulip sprang up from the ground, alerting me that Fiddler’s Green himself as coming to me.

And there he was, walking from the woods. He dipped his head in greeting as he sat beside me.

“Hello, dreamer,” he said, tone like the gentle waterfall near us. “What brings you to my meadow today?”

“Hello Fiddler's Green,” I said, a small grin appearing on my lips. “It’s nice to see you. Dream asked me here today. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

His brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” he said with an unsure tone. “No, he never mentioned anything like that today. Perhaps he forgot to tell me?”

It was an easy excuse. Both of us knew that Morpheus never forgot these sorts of things: he always remembered everything, as any Endless would. So it was rather strange to hear Fiddler's Green talk about him in such a manner. It was …strange.

"The god loves so fiercely, burns so brightly. And like the sands of time, he will fall in love over and over.

He doesn't like to think about it. So instead, he chooses to forget."

Birds still chirped and bees still buzzed. Butterflies flew and waterfalls - well, they fell. The world continued on even though my heart was racing.

“He has been rather busy recently,” said the man beside me. “Maybe it’s just the busyness of it all.” We simmer in silence for a moment before-

"No matter,” he says, cheering up. His demeanor instantly shifts. “We can have plenty of fun together - even without Dream.”

Despite his offer, I respectfully declined. I wanted to know what Morpheus was doing and why he stood me up.

He nodded his agreement but warned me: "Be careful: My lord tends to get antagonistic when stressed."

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172 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

hello how are you?, could you imagine where the reader and morpheus discuss something in the dream and morpheus says something hurtful to the reader and spelling a lot like "" you are a mortal human and need to know your place ",

but regrets it, but s / o decides to spend time in the wake neglecting her health without resting not wanting to meet with that king, she is really human and knows her place now. Thanks (the ending can be sad, happy or with continuation, you decide 🤗)

anon. anon look at me. i love you anon. do you understand anon? do you know this fact? i love you anon. i love you.

something short and not sweet for you <333 idk what is wrong with me but i CANNOT write fluff rn its so strange

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Lucienne waited for your return. Despite her professional demeanor, she cared deeply for those she considered close. Including you.

It had been an awful fight, she remembered, between you and her master.

“-But if we were to do this, we could-“

“There is no we in this situation. Do not assume you are part of this.” Dream’s voice was cut you off, also cutting off any argument.

Lucienne stood to the side, unsure of how to diffuse the situation. How to lessen the tension, how to make it better-

It happened in slow motion.

“Fine. You should do this to-“

Similar to how a cat would, his eyes darkened and he spat, “You will not make demands of me. You are a mere mortal human,” He took a breath, face twisting into a sneer. “And you need to know your place.”

You turned and fled the room.

You hadn’t come back since. It had been two days.

Lucienne, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was getting worried. You were, after all, a mortal human - you needed to sleep. You needed to dream.

Morpheus noticed your absence. And when he questioned Lucienne, she replied solemnly, “They haven’t been back since…then.”

She eyed Morpheus warily as she said that, as though just the suggestion of the argument would set him off again.

It did, but not in the way anyone would think.

“I see.” He hummed, eyes brimming with thought. Were you so apprehensive of meeting him again that you’d damage your own health?

Were you so afraid of him that-

Oh. You were scared of him.

How could he fix this?

And somewhere, Desire snickers, their twin sister right beside them.

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An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

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“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

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It’s officially the last edition of ‘Sam watches Stray Kids music videos and has feelings’! This one is going to be kind of short, but it’s also going to be kind of delayed, as I am waiting until ‘Your Eyes’ comes out to post it. This one will have that video plus the four ‘Oddinary’ videos.

*I’m going to add this disclaimer on all of them. These are just my opinions, these opinions are coming from someone who has only been a Stay for 2 months. I may miss stuff or think of things differently than other people, I don’t know. I’m just commenting on how I feel. Also, these are my opinions on the music videos as a whole. I’ve already talked about the songs themselves, and who I think stands out in a video may not be who I think stands out in the song.

Maniac - This was the first video and first song that I ever saw and heard from them, so it will always hold a special place in my heart. Even with that, it’s still one of my favorites. It’s full of chaos, a Stray Kids staple at this point, and I didn’t appreciate it as much the first time I watched it, but now I do. I love the choreography, love the looks, it’s a fantastic video. Also, love how colorful it is. Mentioned many times, but first one that caught my attention here was Jisung, but my personal favorite is probably Changbin.

Venom - Maniac was my first, but this was my second, and this is the one I love the most from this album. I love everything about it. The coloring, the looks, the concept. Even that creepy mechanical spider, and I hate spiders. There isn’t really any choreography in this one, but it’s still so good. Love the strings during Seungmin’s part, love that scene at the table with all of them, love all of it. Changbin is a stand out for me. Honestly, he’s my favorite in most of the ‘Oddinary’ videos. I watched all of these first, before any of other videos, and this is the reason I started to like him so much in the beginning. Seungmin was another fave here, and Felix.

Freeze - The shootout scene just doesn’t work for me, despite it being important to the plot of the video. However, everything else does. I absolutely love the looks. Love the concept. Love them putting Jeongin as the head guy. Love the rap line and the vocal line being separate at first. Love it. Changbin stands out, again, but so does Chan and Jeongin.

Lonely St. - Before I get into the video itself, I have to ask, why do the boys always have to be running in their videos? It occurs in at least half of them, and it’s like...is that how they get their cardio in? Anyways, this is an emotional video for an emotional song and I find it hard to talk about in terms of what I like. The boys all look fantastic, love the looks. Special shout out to Jeongin, who was stunning here. I’d say the part that touched me the most of Hyunjin in that glass box. It’s a little dramatic, but they’re all a little dramatic here, in terms of acting, which is okay, it fits the song. Also, love the ending shot, of all of them falling, thinking they were alone, but there were other people in the same boat. (I assume that’s what they were going for)

Your Eyes - This video was a lot. I barely even heard the song, I gotta be honest, I was distracted. I agree with the people saying that some of this was cringe, but some of it was cute. It was kind of on the line for both, honestly. I felt Chan’s part to be kind of cringe, but then Seungmin was cute, so it was back and forth. Minho’s part was my personal favorite, because, as I’ve mentioned, I am very fond of soft Minho.

#Stray Kids #Oddinary #skz #skz thoughts #LAST ONE #going to do one more series #maybe #maybe 2 more #and that'll be the last of my skz thoughts posts for now #i don't think anyone has really been reading these #but that's okay #i like looking back on them later on down the line #and seeing if i feel the same way #lmao

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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Ahhh I'm so glad you decided to continue posting for haven! I can't wait to read more! Here, a little later but still as promised, some rambles on the last acts of fall!

Act four:

"I'm surprised you didn't know Hamlet, Hamlet"

this made me cackle and scare some of the students sitting a table over (yes I am daringly reading this when I should be working on my thesis in the uni library)

The callback to the Lion King is very nice too, I'm still not over how much I love that musical (pls let it be somewhere on the west end when I'm in London this summer)

The description of the very annotated script reminded me of when I was in the chorus for Medea. God the amount of annotations and stuff we put in there because six of us had to say the same lines with more or less the same intonation and pace and feeling at the same time

It made him at ease to see her at ease

such a simple line but I love it so much.

Ahh the whole conversation and banter feels so real and soft and vulnerable and wow Ava you are a miracle worker with words

Act five

obnoxious kiss-ass classmates sounds about right for the kind of students you encounter in some law classes. I took Transitional Justice at the end of my bachelor and oof some people...

"Is that the only place you'll touch me?"

AHHHHHH how dare you make me feel things

Okay it definitely was a mistake reading this in the uni library it is so hot

Also I'd like to start taking bets whether they'd make it until closing night or not.

- previously not into druig anon

aaahhh thank you so much!! the next part will take a little while to write, so please be patient with me 🥺👉👈 and i love you so much for doing this!!!

bestie lemme tell you how proud i was of myself to come up with that quip!! and i can't not bring it back to the lion king bc i definitely had been listening to 'he lives in you' when i wrote this

omg i love medea! that's so cool you get to do that show! the annotations are real, amirite? i have genuinely written 'fuck the fuck off' on smth i did and i remember it made my scene partner laugh lolll

im so glad you liked the conversation! it's one of my fave scenes to write so far <333

BRUH i used to teach academic english at the law faculty and mygod those kids are smth else smh

YES PLEASE OMGGGG!!! do you think they'll last until closing night, yes or no??? 👀👀👀

#ask ava #previously not into druig anon

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sinnabonka · 3 years

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It’s spec time: Love always wins

(Okay, I promised it, I’m doing it, there’s no stopping me now.)

For the last three days I’ve been all over the place emotionally, clinging to every post saying Cas is not dead dead, saying his story is not done, but then someone wrote the “but” post and, there I go again, down the bottomless pit of angst.

I’ve been a Schrödinger believer for so long with this show, one can get used to it.

Ep 19 speculations here

But let's speculate!

Apparently, there's nothing better for me to do way past midnight on Saturday and on Sunday morning (when I’m writing this).

What makes us think 15*18 might indeed be the end of Castiel’s story:

Everything the crew and Misha told us, officially, is pressing toward Cas dying permanently in this scene. “Proud ending”, indeed.

Castiel’s story has the perfect symmetry this way, with the handprint, the “Hello, Dean” - “Goodbye, Dean”, and the whole “Dean Winchester is saved” theme.

He is smiling, while Empty takes him, he’s content with his sacrifice.

Something about Castiel’s monologue didn’t sit right with me for some time. The whole point of happiness being not in having, but in being and saying, gave me an idea of it being the way writers say we can’t have Destiel, but we should be happy to know it’s real and to hear it said aloud after all those years.

Supernatural had to be the story of two brothers and their journey, and Winchesters driving in the sunset is the most probable endgame we are gonna get.

Even though all those points seem valid, we can’t trust any of it.

Let me fix it for you:

It wouldn't be the first time the crew lied about someone being on set.

The handprint was not scripted. I repeat, the handprint was not scripted.

Castiel’s monologue could be just about loving Dean, and it’s just my poor wounded heart looking too deep into it and seeing my angstloving reflection on the bottom of the well.

And Supernatural might indeed be about family, but, as we know, family doesn’t end with blood, and doesn’t start with it either. Cas is family, after all.

I’m glad be are clear on this one.

What tells us Cas is coming back and we are getting Destiel endgame:

(Brace yourself, it’s gonna be wordy)

1. The most obvious, without rewriting his memory or going OOC, there’s no happy ending for Dean (not the crappy bittersweet substitute) without Cas.

Even without the love confession in place, we’ve seen what Cas’ death did to him before, it shuttered him to pieces. Imagine the damage it's gonna cause now!

“I love you, I always did, bye bye now, have a long and happy life knowing my feelings for you have killed me dead.” Really? No win can make up for it.

2. My fave point, aka the natural dynamics of storytelling. The big loss predicts the big win. The deeper the wound, the brighter the prize. Following the roller coaster this season has been, we should be up for a pretty high damn up pretty soon.

So, there’s The Big Loss (losing Eileen, all of their friends, all the people on Earth and Cas).

Next - The Big Win (defeating God, getting their free will back, getting humanity back).

Then, we should have The Big Regret and Reflect moment (Sam and Dean talking a lot at this point, realization of things which are important, what they want with Chuck gone).

And at the end, there’s The Ultimate Happy ending waiting for us (see point 1 again in case you are not sure what that means).

3. You know what, forget it, this one is my favorite. The parallels. Throughout this season we’ve been spoon-fed with context (Geez, it feels nice to finally know we are not crazy, we are not seeing things, we got it all right!) and writers chose to do so via parallels, via reflections, subtle hints.

It would be some lazy storytelling to shove everything to our faces, so, instead, we’ve got: Charlie and Stevie, Sam and Eileen, the world and humanity, Dean and Cas.

Everyone separated. Forever? No, not really. And I don’t buy everyone getting their loved ones back, except Dean. C’mon.

4. Unresolved love confession. Yes, Cas might have died with a smile, meaning it’s enough for him to speak his truth and be gone. But Dean? Him sobbing in the dungeon, ignoring Sam’s calls (he literally never chose anything above Sam before), the “Don’t do this, Cas” part - it’s the lowest he’s ever been.

To sum up, Dean didn’t get his closure. He might have needed five to six business days to process, but he still has his truth he has to find out and then give a voice to.

And yeah, I know, he could confess via prayer or something, but we all know that’s something needed to be said face to face. (Btw, he already confessed to Cas in purgatory via prayer once, you can try and prove me wrong, but good luck with that, sunshine.)

5. The perfect symmetry. If I were in SPN writers room, I would literally cry my eyes out of joy at the symbolism this ending gives. I would literally fight everyone against it.

The broken man not deserving to be saved is dragged from Hell by the most loyal and righteous angel Heaven ever seen.

The fallen angel not deserving to be loved is dragged from Empty by the most loving and caring man the sun shone on.

I mean, c’mon, people. Poetry.

(We are nearing a very important thing here, fasten your seatbelts, please.)

6. The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”.

Come and see what lane we are walking right now: allowing yourself to love again, to experience things again / losing the love of your life a moment later / fighting for your love / winning your love back.

I believe the final message is: love always wins.

Love is not one’s weakness, love is power, love is strength, it’s a perfect fuel.

Humans declare war in the name of love, kill and get killed in the name of love, but, most importantly, humans live and win those wars in the name of love, too.

7. Go big or go home is on the table, and no one goes home this time.

Supernatural was a bunch of broken glass for soooo long, I think this time writers are gonna give us something good, for a change. Not bittersweet good, but actually cotton-candy-almost-diabetes-sweet good.

Why?

Because *loud and clear* we deserve having good things happening to us!

Also, it’s The End, the creators have nothing to lose, but, on the other hand, the ultimate happy ending would allow them to leave an enormous mark on the world and Supernatural to be known as the only show that actually could.

To sum up:

Dean can’t be happy with Cas gone and, following the logic of prebuilt parallels, he won’t have to - everyone gets their loved ones back at the end, because love always wins.

Cas might be at peace with speaking his truth, saving Dean and being gone, but it is not fair, Dean also deserves a chance to be heard.

Few seasons ago I would laugh in my own face for these arguments, but the philosophy of the show has been transformed. During the last few years we were being prepared for this moment, slowly, gently being led toward this moment.

Supernatural has to give us the Destiel endgame to prove their point.

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