okay i've had quite a lot of rum and i'm truly not trying to start any shit but "Love, for flint, is inseparable from political alliance." was very confusing to me because it seemed like the opposite of my interpretation of flint and how he loves
i know the post was about eleanor but i don't see him as *loving* eleanor. he has some affection for her, and he is kind when she is in distress. but it's not LOVE. he cares about eleanor more than most random nassau people but at the end of the day... when he says "eleanor guthrie has been arrested" to silver it's just, like...facts and news of the day, he's not distraught about it. he's more focused on silver and silver being his quartermaster and that partnership, that's what that scene is about. the news about eleanor is just exposition
everyone we see him love, he does so regardless of whether they are politically aligned
miranda
thomas
silver
miranda goes behind his back and sends that letter, and after they fight about it he comes home with an apology book because he's ride or die even if they disagree
a core part of the london flashbacks is that james and thomas have very different ways of seeing the world, different political opinions, and he falls in love with him *because* of that. "Strange pairs, Lieutenant. They can achieve the most unexpected things."
he loves silver so much he lets silver point a gun at him and tell him that what flint wants (the path to his political goals) is a nightmare, and then he lets silver [REDACTED]
the way i read it is that flint loves with his whole ass EVEN IF it's politically inconvenient for him, and it often very much is
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I can see Adam in the prison au getting mouthy with an officer he never really got along with while working their.
And the guy uses a taser on him.
Later when Adam is sitting in his cell with Lucifer, who is looking smug. He's still twitching.
Lucifer: You should have kept your mouth shut, being an officer I'd think you'd know that.
Adam, twitching: Fuck yo-you
YEAHHHH there are definitely a couple of cops that didn't like him either! Oh it's not just the inmates that are happy to be able to torture Adam now, it's the other cops too LMAOOOO Adam is top bitch in prison now
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idk how to say this in a way that doesn't sound like i'm wagging my finger at all the people calling for sega to fire and replace mike (i swear i'm not, i think your morals are in the right place) but like… yes to be cynical but i really wouldn't expect them to do anything if i were you. much like how mike isn't your friend, neither is the massive video game company worth billions. i can GUARANTEE you that they don't care about what any of their cast members say/do on social media unless it starts impacting them financially, and quite frankly, i'm pretty certain that firing mike pollock, widely beloved voice actor of doctor eggman for 20+ years, would create a much more significant backlash from sonic fans regardless of the reasoning behind it. and yes that sucks, i hate it, and ideally mike should face some real tangible consequences for it, but sadly our society hasn't evolved to that point yet
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could i please request #4 "the promise" for genevieve and bucky, pls and thank you? <3 — @shoshiwrites
this one whacked me in my feelings completely on accident. the fun part about prompts is I can drop them anywhere! anyways this isn't... spicy per se, but there is definitely a lack of clothes. The inbox is open! Send me prompts!
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##THE PROMISE — GENEVIEVE & BUCKY
There is the first time Bucky tells her about an impending mission, and then the first time Gen worries about him going up there.
Full disclosure isn’t a requirement of their arrangement (and she’d hardly call it an arrangement at all. It’s not a thing they really talk about. Her lips just happen to find his at the end of the night more often than not). He rarely ever talks about it when he comes down, let alone telling her when he’s going to go up. But the first time he tells her, it comes across like every other word he says: a flirt, a tease, laced with a try not to miss me and a wink.
This time, he’s sprawled out on her bed, all long legs and a pleased grin. He’s a vision, really — something straight out of a painting, down to the way her sheet drapes over him and keeps him modest. All he lacks is Cupid crowning his head with a wreath of flowers, and she thinks her lute playing would be subpar at best. He may not be Venus, but he’s pretty close to it. Even as he rises, leaning over the edge to pull his pants back on. He turns back to her for a moment, and his smile grows.
“Something on my face?” Bait.
“You stare at me all night long, I’m allowed to return the favor, am I not?” She grins as he turns further, caging her.
“Oh so that’s what this is? A favor?”
“Well then what would you call it, Major?” The hand not placed precariously by her head goes to curl around her dark tresses, slipping between his fingers.
“Well I think you just like lookin’ at me. I mean, that’s why I’m starin’,” He pauses for a moment, with her hair still coiled around his fingers, eyes tracking his own hand, then her eyes, all the way down to the column of her neck before meeting hers again, lips pressing into a line. She can feel something in the air shift. “Not a lot of pretty things up there, y’know? Unless clouds are your thing.” He tilts his head up and towards the corner of her room, with all of her drawings taped to the walls — angular figures in outfits of faded colored pencil. He already knew the answer even before he made the statement.
It almost sounds like a lament.
Genevieve reaches up, lets her hand brush up against the roughness of his cheek — curious, more than anything.
He tilts his head until his lips brush up against her palm.
“We’re going up again in a couple days.”
She feels considerably more flushed than she was moments prior. Being under him is one thing, having his kiss pressed against her hand as he tells her this is another. Intimate. Nothing about their not-quite-arrangement demanded actual intimacy. Maybe it could. Maybe he wants it to. And then, the million-dollar question of all, but what do you want?
“For how long?” Genevieve doesn’t know why she asks the question as opposed to avoiding the subject. She could’ve gotten away with any other response, really, rather than prolong this. Her hand still up against his cheek, the corner of his mouth brushing against her skin on every word. And Bucky is staring at her, and knowing that he’s taking her in makes her stomach churn, makes her lips press into a line.
“All day, not overnight, I don’t think,” he reaches up to brush some of her hair from her forehead. “Be back before you know it. Promise.”
She almost wishes he hadn’t said that word so easily. Promises, disclosure, intimacy, nothing she expected to really take center stage — and maybe he doesn’t either, because the laser-focused expression breaks in exchange for another one of his grins, and he’s reaching up to take her hand and press it above her head above the pillow. She wants to challenge the word, why he said it, in the same way he had with favor just a few moments ago, but she doesn’t.
“I’ll be here, then,” is what Genevieve offers instead, and there’s something about the way he smiles at her response that makes her want to stare at him just like he’s done to her countless times before.
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