#saving grace series

[suugarbabe]

Saving Grace VI

[Chapter 6]

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

word count: ~3.3k

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, smut, slight male overstimulation, 18+ content MDNI

Your heart had never felt so full. Laying on the couch in the common room with Mattheo on top of you, his back to your front as he laid between your legs. His head was resting on your stomach, his arms draped over your thighs as your legs intertwined with his. Soft snores are coming from Mattheo as you continue to trace your fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp. 

You looked over his face, noting the different scars. The one along his right side, that went through his eyebrow and over his cheek, had been there before you met him. He told you he got it the summer before he came to Hogwarts, something about a ‘task his father had challenged him with’ went not quite as planned. You lightly traced it with your thumb and he seemed to unconsciously lean into your touch. 

He had a couple other small scars from nicks and such in fights, but your favorite one was on the bridge of his nose. It really wasn’t quite a scar yet, but you knew it would turn into one eventually. The scab across it was nearly healed, leaving a thick line of pink skin. The week after you two had made it officially official, Adrian had come to bother you again, this time trying to grab you away from Mattheo in the middle of the hall, yanking on your elbow. 

You had seen Mattheo fight plenty of times, but this time it was like all he could see was red and all he wanted was Adrian dead. It took Theo, Draco and Blaise to finally pull them apart. Mattheo came out with just one deep gash on the bridge of his nose, while Adrain was in the hospital wing for a week. Mattheo got a month’s worth of detention, the last of which he served today. 

McGonagall made him reorganize the quidditch locker rooms and their respective closets. It took him nearly all day, hence his exhausted and sleeping figure on top of you. But you didn’t mind, you loved when he was able to be more vulnerable and loved that he felt safe enough to be that way with you. He was always displaying himself as so tough and unbreakable, you often had to remind him that he, too, was merely human and would break if he didn’t allow himself time to relax and recover. 

You were so engrossed with how pretty your boyfriend looked sleeping that you had zoned out, completely forgetting the other people around you. Pansy’s snapping is what finally broke your trance as you looked over to the couch across from you, giving her an apologetic smile. 

“Merlin, you two are so lovesick on each other,” she teased, causing the others to smile along with her. 

“Thank Salazar you finally admitted your feelings for him, I swear we were all going mental just waiting on you two to make it actually official,” Theo stated, lighting a spliff and taking a drag. 

Your face turned into one of confusion, “What do you mean ‘finally admitted my feelings for him’, what are you on about?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, “Cousin told us you guys were faking it.” You went to sit up a little straighter, however Mattheo’s grip on your legs prevented you from moving all together. 

“You mean you all knew it was fake? I mean, it’s not anymore, it hasn’t been for a while, but you all knew in the beginning?” You looked at each one of their faces. Enzo looked guilty, Theo and Draco both wore annoying smirks while Blaise and Pansy just had huge smiles. 

“To be fair, we didn’t know until after your little show at that first party,” Theo wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Still think about it sometim-” he was cut short thankfully by Blaise throwing a pillow at his head. 

Blaise turned to you then, “At first we thought he was just bringing you to the party as his date for the night, you know, like he was known to do. We played games and had a lot of fun. But during your little performance I noticed someone watching the two of you, specifically you, very closely.” 

You rolled your eyes, his name coming out like a grumble from your mouth, “You mean Adrian.” 

Blaise couldn’t help the slight smirk on his face, “Precisely. So, the next morning, when we were all a little more sober, I decided to ask Mattheo what was going on.” 

“At first he tried to deny everything, saying it was just for the night or whatever, but I could see right through it,” Draco pipped in. “Eventually, he told us how Adrian was being a proper creep and you asked for his help -”

Enzo interrupted him, “And Matty boy was talking about you for months before that.” The rest of the group seemed to nod in agreement. 

You couldn’t help the look of shock on your face, “W-what are you guys talking about? Months before?”

Blaise smiled at you, “That’s right sweetheart.” You looked back down at Mattheo’s sleeping form, admiration clear on your face. You traced your thumb over the apple of his cheek and he stirred slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered open, his voice thick with sleep as he spoke, “You lot talking ‘bout me?” 

A few members of the group laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, “All good things, love.” He grumbled slightly, turning over so he was now laying on his stomach, burying his face into your jumper covered chest. 

“You still sitting with me at the match tomorrow?” Pansy asked excitedly, finally able to have another girl with her to watch the boys play. 

Eyes still closed, Mattheo answered for you, “Course she is, gonna be wearing my spare jersey.” You smiled at Pansy, nodding your head in agreement. 

“And here I thought she’d be wearing mine,” Theo, ever the sass-master, felt the need to interject and quickly regretted it as Mattheo fully opened his eyes. You ran your hand through Mattheo’s curls, essentially soothing him back to a calm state before giving Theo the finger for riling him up.

xx

You wanted to curse whatever founder decided that deep into Scotland was the best location for Hogwarts as you pulled your stocking cap down over your ears. You also wanted to curse whoever decided that quidditch season needed to be in the bloody winter. 

“How the bloody hell do you look so cute but I look like a bundled troll?” Pansy poked the stuffing of her jacket near her stomach. You huffed out a laugh, “Oh please, Pans, we both look like stuffed olives. Green is normally so flattering to me, but right now I feel like a pickle.” 

You and Pansy continued to make comparisons to different green foods back and forth, not being able to contain your laughter as you found your seats in the stands on the Slytherin side. You weren’t sure if it was your relationship status, or if you and Pansy just got lucky, but you managed two front row spots in your house section, giving you the perfect view of the pitch. 

As both teams came out from the locker room tents you joined your fellow students in cheering loudly for green and silver. As members of both teams started doing warm up laps around the pitch, a particularly curly haired captain was hovering right in front of you and you couldn’t contain the grin that spread over your face. 

“Well don’t you look adorable this brisk afternoon, princess,” Mattheo was balancing on his Firebolt, leaning over the banister at the front of the stands. You stood from your seat, leaning closer to him, “I know you love pickles so I figured I’d copy the look to keep you motivated.” 

Mattheo let out a hearty chuckle, “S’that what you think you look like?” You nodded, biting your bottom lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. “Well you’re correct as always love,” Mattheo closed the gap between you two, placing a gentle kiss to your lips that ended far sooner than you wanted, “I love pickles and you look delicious.” 

You giggled slightly as you pushed his shoulder, effectively pushing him farther from you. With a wink he was soaring back down to the ground, meeting Madam Hooch and the other team's captain. As Madam Hooch released the bludgers and the snitch your adrenaline began to rise. When she tossed the quaffle in the air you were off your seat, keeping a close eye on Mattheo as he maneuvered around the pitch. 

Quidditch games were not foreign to you, you’ve even played it a little on holidays with your friends and such, but there was something about watching Mattheo, watching your boyfriend that made it all the more exciting. 

It definitely helped that Mattheo was a wiz at the game, gliding through the air, catching the quaffle like he’d been playing the game since he came out of the womb. He was especially cheeky this game, though, throwing a wink or a point your way every time he scored. 

The game was so exciting and Mattheo managed to pay you so much attention that you nearly forgot that Adrian was also on the team. That is, you forgot until you saw a bludger head straight for Mattheo. Thankfully he saw it and ducked out of the way. 

You followed the path that the bludger came from expecting to see the colors of the opposing team. Your eyes narrowed to slits as you saw Adrian Pucey hovering on his broom, bat in hand and a smirk plastered on his face. 

Adrian had arrogance, that was evident when he made eye contact with you and sent you a wink. You're sure your face was displaying a scowl but you held up both hands with middle fingers for good measure. 

You weren’t sure the game Adrian was playing at, but you knew Mattheo could finish it. After two more goals you saw Adrian smack another bludger, again heading straight towards your boyfriend, whose back was turned. 

You thanked Merlin for Theo as he came bolting towards Mattheo, using his own bat to beat the bludger in a different direction. Mattheo turned around, confused at the commotion as Theo very obviously shouted something at him. 

Mattheo then flew over where Draco had been, who was very obviously on the hunt for the snitch. Draco’s eyes were darting around the sky, searching for any glimpse of gold as he took in whatever words Mattheo was speaking. 

In an instant Draco was off, the Slytherin section erupting into cheers as he presumably found what he was looking for. Mattheo flew over to Theo, exchanging words. Theo nodded his head in understanding. 

The heat of the game was happening but your eyes stayed glued to Mattheo as he flew to the other side of the pitch towards Adrian. Cheers and shouts erupted around you, leading to an understanding that Draco likely caught the snitch and Slytherin had won. 

You watched as Mattheo all but dragged Adrian off his broom and to the tunnel leading from the pitch to the locker rooms. You watch as Mattheo’s fist connects with Adrian’s nose. Everyone else is seemingly distracted by the victory but you can't tear your eyes away from watching Mattheo beat the living shit out of Adrian not ten meters from everyone else. 

When you see Mattheo walk away from a crouching Adrian on the floor and head to the locker rooms you immediately follow, ignoring Pansy’s calls about where you were going. You rushed down the steps of the stands, taking as large of steps as your legs would allow as you reached the opening of the Slytherin locker room tent. 

The locker room was empty as everyone was still on the pitch celebrating. You walk further into the room, hearing a shower running. You shed some of your layers, taking off your hat, scarf, Mattheo’s extra jersey and your thick jumper. You toed off your shoes, pulling your socks along with them. 

The steam from the showers curled around your legs as you entered the shower stalls. When you finally reached him you saw the water at his feet run pink against the tile. You were sure the majority, if not all, was Adrians. You step into the stall, not caring that your clothes were essentially going to get soaked. You placed a tentative hand on his back.

He flinched at first, relaxing quickly into your touch. “What did he say, Teo?” He kept his back to you, doing his best to have a jovial tone, “If you wanted to see me naked again, love, you could’ve just asked. No need to storm the showers.” 

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, massaging his obviously sore muscles, “Mattheo…”

He let out a long sigh as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him. You saw a few cuts on his knuckles that you made note to heal later. “He deserved it,” his voice strained slightly, like just talking about it was making him angry all over again. 

You nodded, though you knew he couldn’t see it, “I’m sure he did, love, but what did he do this time?” 

His muscles tensed again, “It was about you. Had your name in his filthy fucking mouth. He..” Mattheo took another deep breath, you rubbed up and down his back, encouraging him to continue, “Well first he tried to knock me out with two fucking bludgers.” 

“I saw, right coward move if you ask me,” your rested your hands on Mattheo’s shoulders. He placed one of his on top on yours as he continued, “Then when I dragged him down, asking him what his problem was, he started talking about you. Starting saying foul things about you, saying he could have his way with you if he tried hard enough, that you being with me was all a lie and if he asked he could ‘have you up against a wall and calling his name’ and I just lost it.”

He turned to face you, hands gripping at the wet fabric on your waist, “I’m sorry princess, I just…I couldn’t stop myself.” His head fell to the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, neither caring about the vulnerable state Mattheo was in in the shower stall. 

His posture indicated he felt bad for his actions, or at least feared that you might be mad at him. In reality you were anything but angry. You know it shouldn’t, but seeing Mattheo fight just…spurred you on. 

You tugged lightly at his curls and he lifted his head up, soft brown eyes meeting yours. “I love when you fight for me, Teo,” you twirled a curl around your finger at the base of his neck. Mattheo’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “Yeah?”

You could feel his fingers dip under the hem of your shirt as you nodded your head, “Yeah, I know it’s kind of bad, but when I saw you hitting him earlier,” you pushed Mattheo back slightly, gripping the bottom of your soaked shirt and peeling it up and off your body, Mattheo’s eyes shot straight to your green lace bra, “I just wanted to get you alone and show you how much I really,” you popped the button of your jeans, “truly,” you dragged them down your legs and stepped out, “appreciate it.” 

He knows he’s seen you bare before, but there was something about you standing in soaking green lace that had his body responding before his mind could control it. Mattheo, for once, was at a loss for words, but you didn’t mind taking control for a moment. 

You placed a hand on his strong chest, pushing him back with the slightest pressure as your trailed your hand down his abdomen, feeling the dips and curves of his muscles that quidditch helped sculpt. His eyes held contact with yours as his back hit the tile wall.

Your hands continued to explore his body, thumbs dipping into the v-cut of his hips before grabbing him fully in your hand. You stroked him with light pressure, Mattheo’s eyes rolling as his head leaned back against the wall, “Your teasing me, Princess.” The statement came out in a breathy moan. 

“Just trying to show my boyfriend how thankful I am that he’s always there to defend me,” you slowly fell to your knees, dragging your nails down his thighs as you did so, eliciting a soft groan from Mattheo. 

You hold your mouth open, sticking out your tongue. You hold him in your mouth for a moment, just feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue. 

You’ve only been any type of intimate a few times since officially being called ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ but you had made a mental note to take your time and enjoy it all in the beginning. 

“P-please, Princess. I n-need you to do something,” Mattheo’s begging went straight to your core. You pulled him from your mouth slowly, trailing your tongue along the underside of his cock. 

You wrap your hand around him, small strokes up and down as you kitten lick his tip. His hand finds home in your hair, lacing his fingers through the wet strands. 

You flatten your hand at the base of his cock, fingers spread across his pubic bone. You do your best to open your throat as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth. Your thumb applying light pressure where his balls meet his base, massaging the soft spot there. 

“F-fuck, holy shit, love, do that again,” Mattheo pleads. You hum in acknowledgment, repeating the action. Mattheo’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he knows he’s not going to last long. 

When you cup his balls, rolling them lightly in one hand as you deep throat him and hollow out your cheeks, Mattheo can’t even stop himself before he’s shooting hot ropes down your throat. 

You continue to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks out again and milking him for all has. Your hand is back at what won’t fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, Princess, no more, I can’t,” he hissed through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair. You feel his thighs twitch under your palm but you don’t stop, wanting to push him just a little bit farther. 

His eyes roll to the back of his head and his upper lip quivers, you hum along his shaft, tapping his thigh to silently tell him to look at you. 

He stares down at you, eyes glazed over with lustful stupidity and that’s when you slowly drag him from your mouth with an obscene pop. You give one last long lick from base to tip before kissing his hip, grasping on to his forearm to help you stand up. 

Mattheo is still spent, leaning against the tile wall with shaky legs, one hand on your hip while the other cups your cheeks. 

“You tryna kill me, Princess? Where the fuck did that come from?” He’s breathless as he strokes your cheek lovingly. 

You shrug your shoulder slightly as your wrap your arms around his waist, “Just saying thank you.” You batted your eyelashes, doing your best to look innocent. 

Mattheo used his thumb to tilt your head up slightly, slotting his lips with yours. It was slow and sweet, his lips wet and heavy against yours. When he pulled away you found yourself lifting to your tip toes trying to chase after him. 

He chuckled slightly at your response, thumb tapping playfully at your bottom lip, “Cmon, love. Let’s get dressed before the rest of the lads get in and then we can go back to my dorm and I can,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “return the favor.” 

You slapped his chest playfully, “Cheeky offer, but you don’t have to do that. I’m more than happy with what transpired just now.”

Mattheo smiled your favorite dimpled smile as he grabbed a handful of your ass, “Oh, love, but I want to.”

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#saving grace #saving grace series #saving grace part 6 #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fic #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x y/n #golden era

[3-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

show percy will eventually make another very out of pocket comment about the fact that zeus' best idea to save thalia was turning her into a tree but that time he'll add the fact that his dad grabbed him from a free fall instead of turning him into seaweed or a seagull or a horse and i live for the reaction of whoever is on the receiving end

#bro has the capability #he doesnt like the gods enough as it is #she met a hero’s fate #no she met a pinecone’s fate #at least her dad did something to save her 🙄 #so did mine but you don’t see me green and rooted to the ocean floor #😨 #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson #pjo poseidon #thalia grace #pjo zeus #percy jackson tv series

[25shadesoffebruary]

The way that Zhiyuan has been cheating death from childhood starvation to surviving an Avalanche and now Russian roulette are we sure he doesn’t a direct line to the grim reapers.

#unknown the series #unknown #and for his only saving Grace to be wei quan my goodness me

[featherofmetis]

I was fortunate to be picked to contribute a piece for the 5th Anniversary Bluey Fanzine project! Since there are so many heart felt or enjoyable moments in the series overall, I decided to make a piece that references as many episodes as possible! There's over 40 references for those keeping count, plus a long dog hidden for an extra challenge if you want.

#bluey #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #bandit heeler #chili heeler #this series and dMeshi were my two saving graces when I got covid at the beginning of the year #So it was nice to get to contribute to a good cause for it

[hermesmyplatonicbeloved]

I've seen a few takes on the scene where Percy suffocates to death while Annabeth pleads with him to not go through with it, and I just wanted to point out that Annabeth has lived this before, with Thalia.

The parallels are literally making me go feral. A child of the big three choosing to sacrifice themself to save Annabeth, while she stands helpless and watches as they're covered with gold/turn into a tree?

The parallels. The flashbacks. Imagine if they were really intense, and blurred with reality - was she seeing Percy dying? Or seeing Thalia dying & getting turned into a tree? Was she seeing both, reliving the trauma again?

Where's the fics lol.

#annabeth sees thalia die and trains so hard for half a decade so that she won't ever be in that position again. #then percy comes and saves her just like thalia and choses to sacrifice himself to save her his mom & the world and she's helpless AGAIN #RIP Annabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #percy #annabeth #percy and annabeth #thalia #thalia grace #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #pjo tv series #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv crit #pjo show

[sunshinerotting]

if u think about not me from any character in the gang’s perspective except yok (hes got his own shit) their reaction to white showing up as black is so fucked up like. oh im sean and the guy i fucking hate who abandoned me to the literal police once is acting weird and doesn’t know anything and flinches instead of hitting me and now i kind of wanna bang him. oh im gram and my best friend who started this anticapitalist gang is being weird and a capitalist and also doesn’t know where my clothes go and didn’t take the hint that i wanted to bang which is a thing we sometimes do. oh im gumpa and i knew immediately that this dude who looks exactly like black and has his tattoos and earrings isn’t in fact black and just gave him a gun and decided it was not my business. none of us are going to look into this even a little bit even when this guy actively sabotages plans black himself came up with. godbless

#text #not me the series #literally save black how do u make the guy a ghost without giving him the grace to die

[shakalakaaa]

Sand really has the right reasons to be upset/disappointed with Ray, because what Ray did was kinda disrespectful. Even though he did it subconsciously.

He practically begged Sand to make an exception for him, only to pack up completely the second Mew called. Atp, he did not even know why Mew called!! It could have been for something random, something that did not need him to leave but still he had dressed back up. It really signalled that however small Mew's ask was it still bigger than what he was doing with Sand.

Sand probably does not know Ray has a crush on Mew, for him he is just a close friend Ray has. Ray begged for attention when all his friends were busy, put all his focus on Sand only to pull it away in an instant when his friend remembered him again. It would hurt anyone's self worth, and for Sand his dignity is of much importance to him

I really like the detail of Ray fixing his clothes before taking up the call, it tells what he actually thinks of Mew - that he puts him on a high pedestal, is afraid of him judging him or maybe afraid if Mew knows about Sand he might lose his shot. We(atleast I) do this subconsciously when my family calls and I am out partying. Since, I want them to have a certain image of me and I try to get into the headspace before taking up their call, and I fix myself up before taking the call. Even though they cannot look at me. Probably Ray thinks the same way about Mew

GIF cr : @sollucets

#Obviously Sand was also disappointed because he was left high and dry but that is besides the point #Ray taking care of Mew was his saving grace here #I am constantly amazed by khaotung's acting #He puts so much thought in the little moments that make the characters so real #SandRay #only friends series #only friends the series #only friends #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan

[robotsdeservebetter]

Percy suddenly froze and turned to Jason. All his anger faded at the mere mention of Di Angelo’s name.

God, if you exist, bless possessive loving boyfriend Percy.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percico #nico di angelo #percy jackson #the fanfic is Божественная гонка на колесницах by saving grace on ficbook.net #zues sucks ass #also it’s the fourth part of series

[staledirt87]

There's always a character I dislike in high fantasy books. Mistborn? Vin, ironically enough. Stormlight Archive? Don't really vibe with Shallan. Kingkiller Chronicles? Kvothe's love interest, starts with a D I forgot her name (been waiting so long for the third book I forgot a lot).

Wheel of Time, though, is one of the first book series I actually like all of the main cast, and with how big it is, that's really hard to do. Rand? Adore him, he's going through so much and everyone either wants to kill him, use him, or both. Perrin? I love his character and also he can talk to wolves sooo. Mat? Didn't like him at first but we never got his perspective until half way through the third book where I fell in love with him, and he was dying/mentally unwell the previous books. Moiraine? Girlboss, probably a lesbian with her relationship with the Amyrlin so far. Lan? I love myself a sacrifial "emotionless" body guard. Egwene? Probably my least favorite, but I still like her a lot. Nynaeve? Used to not like her, but then I realized she's just like me fr and I opened my mind to her presence. Elayne? Love the princess aura. Gawyn? Shares a name with my fav knight and also a wet dog.

#wheel of time #rand al'thor #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran #perrin aybara #matrim cauthon #mat cauthon #gawyn trakand #elayne trakand #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #kingkiller chronicle #stormlight archive #mistborn #pre book 3 elend and Kelsier were the saving grace of that series #high fantasy

[lovinnelily]

Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?

For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.

This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).

Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.

He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.

#Different from the other white character in the series he was never questioned or doubted #There's a presumption of perfection with no exceptions that society doesn't give to us (women poc immigrants visible minorities in general) #His privilege (handsome white man with no visible disability son of Zeus etc) also prevented anyone from worrying for his well being #This illusion/expectation of him having no weakness/being untouchable pushes himself too far and clouds his judgment. #I headcanon he didn't even consider the possibility of myopia because that wouldn't fit Jason Grace Son of Jupiter so it wasn't an option #And you think it'd be the same character after facing racism? Because ain't no way he'd be praetor without going through racism #I think I'd love him nonetheless since I'm very weak to the whole golden boy tearing himself to save the world but it'd be a new character #jason grace #I know racism in USA is different from here but I know how different a “non-racist” white person treats me and treats my white friends #Also for him to not be an entirely different character if PoC would be incredibly disrespectful and racist on its own #It would fail to recognize the difference in how we are read (and written). I hate that a lot. #I remember that when Cody told Brandi “I see no color” she told him “then you don't see me” and that's so fucking striking #We ARE different. treated differently. if you act like you don't see it then you also turn a blind eye to the violence that comes from it #This is straying from my point I got a bit heated banalization of things I care about usually does that to me #Point is please don't change Jason on the very few things that man actually bothered writing about him #I actually think this is true about Octavian too. A lot of what he is allowed to do would not be possible if he weren't a white man. #Same for Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I mean you can work around making her poc but it will truly be pushing A LOT #Let's put it this way: a woc doing a street performance is perceived very differently from a white woman doing a street performance. #Specially in the eyes of cops #Pjo

[yellowtrinity]

i agree

#the dlc is truly the saving grace of dual destinies #only the second worst game i've played so far in the series 👍 #aa

[suugarbabe]

Saving Grace Series

Chapters marked with a (*) are smut or smut adjacent. 18+ MDNI with mature content

Summary: You're caught in a pinch and Mattheo is quick to lend a helping hand, but you might have bitten off more than you can chew

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3*

Chapter 4

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7

#saving grace #saving grace series #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x y/n

[greyhavensking]

if I don’t get a parallel to the curse womb must die arc at the end of the series, with Megumi and Yuuji’s roles reversed — smiling at each other as they bleed out, Megumi surfacing just long enough to decide how to end things himself — then WHAT is the POINT

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #no I’m really serious if gege doesn’t give me this I’ll riot #it’s too perfect #Megumi asked Itadori to save him and what better way to have that happen than give me the chance to save himself? #if they go out together I won’t have any complaints #because right now my worst fear is Yuuji ending up completely alone #he’s already lost nobara nanami and gojo #I don’t think he’ll survive losing Megumi too #I’m really into the idea of like. okkotsu taking over gojo’s role in the sorcerer world too #he’s the only special grace sorcerer left right? it would make sense to have the series technically start with okkotsu #and then end with okkotsu #like!!! #gege please

[psalmsofpsychosis]

So, i finished watching Batman (2022). Long story short, it's wonderful. The cinematography and the atmosphere are simply impeccable, it's got one of the best productions i have seen in blockbuster superhero movies in the last decade. The flow of the movie is perfectly executed and choreographed; it's a truly seamless visual experience, eye candy to the bone, and the story is intriguing and lovely and pleasing to the senses too. It's a reasonably well made movie.

It also does quite remind me of my main point of disdain towards live action Batman depictions post-Batman&Robin, which is, i think fellas take Batman way too seriously.

Listen, the guy walks around with fucking pikachu ears on for fucks sake. I dont think that straight up looney tunes comic relief is the right flavour to put in the live action batmanverse blender, even though it has the potential to be incorporated very well, but. There's a certain quality of offbeat, paculiar weirdness to Batman, a quality of almost playful and offputting bizarre wit, there always has been. He's got a fucking sith pikachu mask on. It's very human, very endearing almost. it's an element of imagination and wonder which is something Bruce Wayne has, even when it's corrupted to only include doom and gloom scenarios.

and the comics successfully translate that subtle wit and uncomfortable quality of all the characters, including Batman, by incorporating acidic colors, borderline hallucination-esque imageries, warped character designs, the whole thing feels like the worst acid trip you've ever had in an alley behind a bar and that's how the tone carries. It's how the worldbuilding and the characters feel congruent and authentic. The colors also give Batman a dynamic personhood by depicting his unceremonious humanity as much as they buff him up. There's a fun and gore-ish, psychopathic sincerity to the comics.

and the movies absolutely take that element out and all you get is the most "just some guy" artless character depictions and Batman himself doesn't feel human. he is written way too seriously for a guy who has pikachu ears and wears his underwear on his pants.

And this is by no means a Batman (2022) problem; it's a persisting trend of live action superhero media progressively stripping their stories of heart and soul because executive fellas have cought the "THIS IS A BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!!! EVERYTHING IS SO SERIOUS HERE!!!!!" disease and think giving superhero narratives their color and humanity back somehow makes them less poignant and significant. There's no sense of dynamism and wit to the batman movies, and the tone and atmosphere of Batman (2022) is fucking gorgeous, it's a singular experience, but it feels so out of place with Batman. It feels like Batman's costume belongs to another movie entirely, something more playful and weird.

#Emphasising that this is not a criticism of The Batman (2022). I love the movie and i geniunely appreciate what it accomplished #on both aesthetical and narrative fronts. It's a very good movie #i guess i'm just tired of the grimdark #this piece is also probably influenced by me having entered Batmanverse from the ass-end of it also known as Gotham TV #but Gotham deeply contextualises Batman as an identity #because they hone in on Bruce's morbid sense of wonder and curiosity so much #that by the time he becomes Batman you're certain that there's a fucked up child living inside his head #and that child likes to have weird fun and get in trouble #i mean #bro how are you gonna throw ''they think i come from the shadows; but i am the shadows'' dialogue at me without acknowledging #even the least bit of irony and play. like cmon sith pikachu is talking #anyway #yeah #comics remain the superior superhero-centric media #save Gotham series. the only live action Batman portrayal that had the grace of not taking itself too damn seriously #Batman #batman (2022) #Batman meta #sort of??

[bonebabbles]

Yep, those rose-colored Clear Sky glasses are now decimated, ty. (:

I always got the impression that Thunder mainly forgave and helped Clear Sky out of pity. He went to live with Clear Sky out of pity, didn’t he? Before the Star Flower Incident ™.

Oh man, like... in a better narrative, it would have been a major plot point that Thunder went to live with Clear Sky out of pressure.

Because it's actually Gray Wing. He's the reason why Thunder did it.

Sun Trail closes off with the, "I'll be his father!" line, which is forgotten immediately in Thunder Rising as Gray Wing really begins his apologia. Thunder gets a magic dream from Storm assuring him that he will save Clear Sky, "his father," (a grown man) from himself one day.

So from the very get go, we are seeing a kitten who is being told he has some amount of influence over the man who abandoned him.

Over the course of the book we get to watch him dramatically announce stuff like "he's my father and why doesn't he pay attention to me!" And visibly struggle with Moor life. His relationship with Gray Wing is strained, even ending in, "You don't know what's best for me!"

So during that fire that causes SkyClan to lose their home, Gray Wing ends up actively pushing Thunder towards Clear Sky. "Don't you have anything to say to your faaaather :) ?"

After that, Thunder thinks Clear makes him feel good. He praises him for his strength (because he's useful now), tells him he only abandoned him "as a test" (liar), and claims his skills can improve in the Forest. But his manipulation begins immediately-- telling Thunder he has to hurry up with a goodbye to his family by belittling him, calling him a little baby for wanting it.

So... no. None of this was pity. Thunder was actively pushed by Gray Wing and his dead mother to reconnect with his Real Father. He ended up living in a camp where he was emotionally abused further. And the series continues on the note that Thunder still craves his approval and that's treated like a good thing.

It's genuine. They mean it. Pity is only a factor in situations where Clear Sky MIGHT face consequences, to justify doing absolutely nothing.

#I have a special hatred for narratives that imply victims are responsible for their abusers #Clear Sky gets a whole goddamn paramedic team dedicated to this disgusting idea #That he 'has good in him' and 'needs help seeing it' #People aren't projects. You are not a construction crew. It is not the job of a victim to Fix Them #It's actually a VERY bad impulse #You cannot fix him. You did nothing wrong. You didn't do anything incorrectly. #You didn't fail to save them. You were trying to do something impossible because you loved them #And it's actually vile they tried to play that in a series for young adults #This is a grace only applied to Clear btw. None of the foreign villains ever get this level of love because they're Evil.

[darcyolsson]

tsc fans im going to be so real with you right now i do hate to say it but rereading tmi is really truly making me realise how much worse the characterisation in tsc got over the years. and yes perhaps the dialog in city of bones sometimes actually causes me physical pain but at least i'm feeling something. like yeah the series that's about 11 different people being friends for 3 books straight where virtually all conflict gets resolved in 10 pages or less to make sure no one possibly comes off as unlikable may have a distinct lack of deeply disturbing vaguely incestual vibes but those horrid vibes, too, are simply a part of the epic highs and lows of city of bones

#i think it's absolutely the general consensus that tlh didnt live up to its potential but i NEED everyone #who keeps voting tmi as their least favourite series on tumblr polls to read tlh and tmi back-to-back like i did and See What I'm Seeing #grace and alastair were tlh's saving grace (lol) and it's bc they got to dislike and be disliked i fear #i'm genuinely having a ball on this bitch when alec physically assaulted clary for (correctly) calling him gay i was cheering #there's so much going on at all times in tmi. everyone's parents are literal war criminals and thats like a tiny minor problem to them #personal #vic reads tmi #tsc #tmi #tlh