#she was always so condescending and said so many fucked up things about me to my friends

[ghost-proofbaby]

I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that. 

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that. 

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core -  but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him. 

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?” 

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit. 

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it. 

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably. 

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more. 

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck. 

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.” 

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back. 

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months. 

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all. 

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?” 

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip. 

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.” 

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips. 

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.” 

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue. 

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull. 

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it. 

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you. 

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.” 

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.” 

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.” 

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep. 

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him. 

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you. 

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.” 

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.” 

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time. 

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable. 

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one. 

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought. 

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” 

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat. 

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.” 

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.” 

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic. 

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace. 

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.” 

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back. 

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him. 

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso. 

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long.  He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

#3k celebration #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #side note i tried to make a divider for this event but can't figure out how to make it transparent boooo #i wrote this in like an hour i'm sorry if it sucks haha #it simply poured out of me the moment i saw the request

[olderthannetfic]

Pronoun discourse is just as exhausting in person. A trans girl in my group project for History of Modern Europe refused to use he/him for me because "they/them is neutral" and I looked her in the eyes and said, "I will not reply to group texts, upload anything or share resources if you don't refer to me correctly. I use silence to train my dogs, I use it to train transmisandrists, too." She was furious and spent a few weeks misgendering me... until she realized I was serious and I would let all of us fail this group project because this he/him? Yeah, this he/him had a 100 on every single assignment up until that point and could take the grade hit. If other people can't, well, that's not my problem.

She learned to call me he/him with incredible regularity once her grade was on the line. Suddenly, two words weren't incredibly hard to recall and abruptly, not every conversation with her turned into her lecturing me on how trans women have it harder than trans men. We were able to talk about the actual subject of the group assignment and she was able to remember he/him.

Meanwhile, the cishet members of the group had not struggled to recall he/him for me once, nor had they turned group project meetings into discourse once.

Why are queer people always most vicious with their fellow queers? I'm in MONTANA, and the people worst to me aren't the fucking rednecks, it's other queer people. Rednecks don't condescend to me about how they/them is neutral and good and indicates they're trying their best and trans men have it easy actually. It's the city queers sitting there going, "Rather than just call you he/him and spend this meeting for our group project focusing on the project, I'm going to treat you like the enemy and lecture you." People talk about the concept of a 'queer community' but getting lectured about how trans women have it worse than trans men (because I guess my saying 'use my pronouns' secretly implies I think trans men have it worse? idk, I don't speak bullshitese) doesn't make me go, "Ah, yes. My community! I feel so supported!" it makes me go, "Oh, fuck. Great, I'm stuck talking to an asshole."

Between this, the lesbians I've met on campus who keep making, "gays can't do math or science or history or whatever other subject we're in right now" jokes who seethe with contempt for the privileged gay men, the cis gay guys terrified of doing something perverted who view drag, cosplay, wearing a skirt, wearing makeup or fucking around with presentation at all as not okay/possibly problematic and the NBs who cannot emphasize enough to you that they're one of the good ones who don't dye their hair or wear stupid shit or use neopronouns like the bad ones do, and the utter disgust they all look at anyone with who dares use the word queer, I'm beginning to feel like "the queer community" is one of those things you don't get access to until you're 30+. Alternatively "the queer community" appears to "antis, but with rainbows and flags and ew you think the rainbow flag is for everyone you're so problematic", which is... not great, honestly?

I know this will get a lot of queer people very angry but I'll say it: there are 492 anti-queer laws proposed in the USA, not counting the ones that have passed. We should probably focus on that instead of going for each other's throats and then saying we're a "community".

--

I don't think it will get many queer people around here angry, but yes.

We have more of a need to draw together into a community when everyone's dying of AIDS or getting beaten up or trying to stop laws that make it illegal for us to exist.

Some people have the privilege to shit all over that community. They don't see it as one, but it is.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

ROTTMNT Headcanons: my class got canceled so y’all get this

The only thing that pisses Donnie off more than stupid people is smart people pretending to be dumb

He’s gotten into actual screaming matches with Leo over this (Leo was only arguing for shits and giggles)

And yeah sure he knows it’s a manipulation tactic and it’s necessary during some missions 

But if he has to hear Leo ask another stupid question he already knows the answer to he’s going to lose his mind

I said in this post that Leo cries like once a week which has led me to other crying headcanons 

Mikey is the loudest crier in the family 

He wails, he hiccups, he screams, he does that gross thing that little kids do where they suck the snot back in

He’s never quite when he’s crying and it’s honestly heartbreaking 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Donnie is a very quiet and peaceful crier 

He barely makes any noise, his breathing barely changes, and he doesn’t even look like he’s acknowledging the tears 

Leo is the ugliest crier

He’s got snot running down his face, he makes that little hiccup noise that kids make, and his eyes and face always end up puffy 

And when I say puffy I don’t mean barely noticeable I’m talking it looks like he just lost a fight (am I projecting… may-haps) 

This is another reason why he hides from his siblings when he’s crying 

Raph always sobs always

He can’t just let a few tears go and then be done with it oh no

The second the floodgates open there is no going back

April always denies that she’s crying 

And she tries to fight off the tears 

If she feels like she’s about to cry she’ll leave the room to compose herself and then come back

And when she does start crying she still tries to fight it

She cleans the tears, she does that little hiccup thing that kids do when they try to talk while crying, she tries to fan her face in an attempt to calm down

Crying is never peaceful for April and it never will be

So for some reason I’ve seen the whole “he asked for no pickles” meme a lot and it’s made me think: which kid would send their food back if there was an issue 

April: never in a million years

she has worked in too many restaurants to ever think about sending food back

She could order a steak they would give her a salad and she would eat the damn salad 

Raph: absolutely not

He’s too nice to send food back

And he’s heard one too many horror stories from April about what it’s like to be a waitress 

Leo: maybe 

If it’s close to what he ordered then he won’t send it back

But if he ordered a steak and they gave him a salad he would politely correct them

And when the waiter would apologize he’s immediately calm them down and be like “no it’s probably my bad I definitely mumbled when I ordered (no he didn’t) don’t even worry about it”

Donnie: yes 

He wouldn’t want to make a big scene if anything he’d ask one of his siblings to tell the waiter (probably Leo) 

But he wouldn’t eat the food if they got to order wrong 

Even if the mistake was something as simple as pickles 

Mikey: Absolutely 

You could use the wrong salad dressing and this man would send it back immediately 

He wouldn’t cause a scene about it…

But if the waiter was being condescending… then that’s a different story 

My friend was talking about her relationship and suddenly I was hit with relationship headcanons 

April: would only enter serious relationships 

She’s never experienced a fling and never wants to

“What’s the point of starting something if it isn’t gonna last” is a point she constantly brings up

Raph: I can’t imagine him in any kind of relationship 

But I do think he’s absolutely obsessed with the idea of romantic love

He reads/watches love stories he’s just never felt any sort of romantic attraction 

Leo: he’s never been in a serious relationship ever

He dates a lot he’s been a part of more flings than years he’s been alive 

But he looks at April's relationships and knows he can never have that

Because he never allows himself to be vulnerable 

The second a relationship gets too serious he backpedals so fucking fast (am I projecting maybe)

Donnie: I can’t imagine him dating either 

I don’t know what his sexuality would be but all I know is the idea of a relationship disgusts him 

He has his family and his friends and that’s good enough for him

Mikey: he wants to date but can’t  

His siblings are so crazy overprotective and they scare off any potential love interest 

Leo keeps saying “if I had to wait until I was 16 to date then you have to wait until you’re 80” (yes this is something my big brother told me)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april

[lobinilo]

What are your favourite Jonah’s projects? ☺️🎬

~ plays TikTok Sound~

OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THIS QUESTIOOOONNN

So since May 2023 (what happened there? I have no idea 😉) I've watched everything Jonah-related I could get my hands on (except for Little Women, but I'm definetly going to watch that later this year).

My top 3 Jonah projects OTHER than The Little Mermaid (because truth be told, I think it's pretty clear how obsessed I am with that movie and it's not really a fair comparison to some of the more indepent, even low budget projects Jonah has starred in) so far:

1. World on Fire (2019 - 2023)

created by: Peter Bowker directed by: Chanya Button, Thomas Napper, Adam Smith, Andy Wilson Jonah plays: Harry Chase

Big shocker, right? Given how much I already rambled about Harry and Kasia (my traumatised parents) and how upset I was when they cancelled it. I will always mourn this show for the huge potential it had.

World on Fire is a BBC-show following different people in Britain, Poland, Germany and France (with some American viewpoints as well) as they have to endure and navigate their life through World War II. Doesnt really sound like anything we haven't seen, right? However, World on Fire is worth checking out imo, since it differs a lot from the usual Hollywood-infused war epics, because rather than focusing on the politics or the big battles, the show looks more closely at the everyday person that actually had to live through this tragedy and how they deal with what's happening. That being said, obviously this is still a show about WW II, so there definitely IS depiction of violence, murder and torture, as well as bombings, gunfire etc., so please be careful if you find any of those things triggering. I personally found some episodes quite hard to get through.

I think it's interesting that Jonah's filmography is very heavy on projects set during or related to WW II (additionally to WoF you have The Song of Names, Ashes in the Snow and ofc coming up The Tattooist of Auschwitz). Theories on why that is are welcome!

Harry Chase (brilliantly brought to life by our favourite British simp) differs quite a bit from many of Jonah's other roles in that he`s not your heroic, clean-cut good guy (like Andrius, Lucas, Mo or Prince Eric). He's insecure and a little helpless, even cowardly at times. Harry starts out as a translator, but later joins the British Army and the SOE. He fucks up repeatedly, both in his role as lieutenant, as well as in his personal life. Even though most of the time he means well, his cowardice ends up hurting a lot of people and leads him to be in the middle of a love triangle. (Though to me it's not a triangle, but rather a straight line, Team Kasia all the way.)

Harry, though deeply troubled, is a very kind and soft soul. That doesn't really pair well with the acts of war, as well as british society in the 1940s in general, which leads to conflict with other characters and their idea of who he should be. Especially when he clashes with his mother Robina (portrayed by the absolute MAGNIFICENT Lesley Manville, shes giving Emily Gilmore in the best way possible), Jonahs acting is ON POINT. His performance is so nuanced: He's angry, he's desperate, he's sad, but also condescending, sarcastic and hostile towards her. The interesting thing about Harry is the journey he takes. To watch him try to better himself by dealing with past trauma and taking responsibility for present mistakes. The real standout for his character is episode 5 of season 1 where he finally steps up and takes charge. This is also when he starts earning the respect of his sergeant Stan (Blake Harrison) for the first time - they have a real bromance, both on and off the show, I LIVE for these two.

But - just like in real life - he doesn't have this one breakthrough moment and everything is smooth sailing from there. He fluctuates, just like a real person would. He still has the tendency to run away from his problems, but I think what he's seen in the war, what happened at home and (yes, I'm making this about my ship) his love for Kasia (Zofia Wichlacz) make him realise the type of man he wants to be and he would probably try to act accordingly IF WE GOT A THIRD SEASON, BBC! 😤😡🤬

2. Old Boys (2018)

directed by: Toby MacDonald Jonah plays: Henry "Winch" Winchester

If you can only watch one Jonah movie, I beg of you MAKE IT THIS ONE!

I`ve found next to nothing about Old Boys and that seriously has to change. (watched the entire movie again, getting my non-existing gif-making skills ready, just the night before I got this ask, talk about fate)

This movie is so underrated, it doesn't even have a Wikipedia entry. Make it make sense! How is nobody watching this cutie-patootie work of art? Its adorkable in the best sense of the word, it's heartwarming, a little silly and oh! so funny!

It's losely based on the play Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand, set in an all-boys british boarding school in the 1980s. Given the source material, catfishing is definetly a thing here, keep that in mind if you might find that topic difficult.

Alex Lawther's character Amberson (cliché school nerd and victim of bullying) falls in love with the new french teachers daughter Agnes (Pauline Etienne) who in turn has a crush on First-Class-Himbo Winch (portrayed by a beautiful, dimple-faced, british actor). Because Agnes is very artistic and looking for someone that matches her vibe, Amberson helps Winch to try to impress her, because Winch himself is... well... a little dim 😅.

Winch is easily my favourite Jonah character to date (yes, including Prince Eric). I have seriously considered changing my tumblr-name to themightywinch because of him. I mean... he's corteous and punctual, after all 🤣😍.

While not the main character, he's definetly the highlight of the movie. Jonah is likeable, charming, the right kind of awkward in the right moments, has fantastic comedic timing and great chemistry with Alex Lawther.

Just look at that scene alone! IT`S. SO. CUTE!!! (cute-raging over here 😡) Watching this just makes you wish Jonah would star in more comedies, because he definetly has the skills for it! This is just a feel-good movie that leaves you smiling with a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart. It has easily become one of my new comfort watches. Old Boys just never fails to make me laugh and I wish it would get more attention and recognition since it definetly deserves it! (like at least write a Wikipedia article about it) Btw, I bought this on Prime for 99ct, best money I ever spend!

3. The Last Photograph (2017)

(the trailer says 2019, but the movie was originally shown at the Edinburgh Film Festival in 2017)

directed by: Danny Huston Jonah plays: Luke Hammond

Fair warning, this movie is gut-wrenching. I don't know if this qualifies as an actual trigger-warning, but this movie deals with the loss of a child/ death of a young person, as well as the real life tragedy of the Pan Am Flight 103 bombed in 1988 so proceed with caution.

Luke Hammond (Dimples McGee) is on said flight to visit his long-distance girlfriend Kate (Stacy Martin) in New York. Kate's and Luke's first meeting is a little awkward imo, I think it's meant to be like a meet-cute, especially with the whole "Bird"-thing, it just doesn't really work for me. But the rest of their love story is very endearing, they're just two young people experiencing love for the first time. Their time together is told through seemingly random, incoherent flashbacks and memories, just giving little glimpses of what their relationship was like and it's the cutest thing. Little intimate touches, hidden smiles, shared laughter... It's shot in a way as if you're watching them through rose-colored glasses, which is probably the point.

I love the way this movie uses different lighting and colour changes to depict a difference in the time line as well as the emotional state of the characters.

We only see Luke in flashbacks (guess why) and follow his dad Tom (Danny Huston) in present day (which in this case means 2003) as he is desperately trying to retrieve the last photograph (hence the titel) he possesses of his son after his bag was stolen. To see Tom slowly losing his grip as he grows more and more desperate to find the picture is truely heartbreaking. (It's a polaroid, so there are no copies, this is truely the last memory he has of Luke. God, I'm tearing up while writing this.)

Because Luke is basically just seen through the memory of his father who obviously holds him in high regard/ romanticizes the idea of his son, he is portrayed in a solely positive light, which usually wouldn't give much dimension to his character. Yet Jonah still manages to fill this role with life and witt and charisma, making you understand why Bird fell for him. He's sweet, romantic, a little bit shy, which works really well here, has the cutest laugh and clearly cares really deeply for his father. He's definetly portrayed as the "you simply have to love him" kinda guy, which is why his absence cuts so deep.

This is also in huge parts due to Danny Huston's performance. Honestly, the sweater-scenes (or jumper, if you're british 😉) almost broke me. And don't even get me started on his letter to Kate or Kate's letter to him... ugh. It's. So. SAD.

This is obviously not for everyday watch. However, even though The Last Photograph is heartbreaking, it doesn't necessarily leave you hopeless and depressed. This movie feels like a loving tribute to an actual person and therefore has a beauty in its melancholy. Throughout Tom's journey there is hope and forgiveness towards himself. There's a beautiful symmetry to the whole thing. The ending feels almost satisfying if you can say that in this context.

I also wanna give a shoutout to This Is The Night (2021). The movie itself isn't that great, it's a little all over the place and I think they tried to do a little too much all at once. But I looo~oooved Jonah in this, Christians character arc is by far the most interesting one and I wish the script gave their character justice in the way Jonah's and Naomi's acting did. (Also this is the HOTTEST he's ever looked which is a bit ironic).

This list is probably going to be outdated soon, since he has a lot coming out in the near future (I'm especially excited for Rich Flu).

Sorry, if this is too long and rambly and if it took too long for me to answer, I got a little carried away and suddenly had a lot of gifs to make 😅.

Thank you soooo much for the ask, @measuredmotion ❤️.

#jonah hauer king #jhk the king #jhk #jonah andre hauer king #world on fire #world on fire bbc #harry chase #old boys #old boys movie #henry winchester #the mighty winch #winch #alex lawther #the last photograph #luke hammond #danny huston #the little mermaid 2023 #this is the night #naomi watts #measuredmotion #feel free to ask away i live for this shit

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unpolished (3) — andy barber

summary: You think you figure some things out about Andy — and he returns the favor.

warnings: swearing

wc: 3.2k

a/n: here's a little piece just to hold everyone over while i work on other stuff!! i hope you enjoy!!!

     “Call me Andy?”

Ana’s eyes are wide and her jaw is dropped as you tell her the story of your day. You chuckle and take another long sip of your drink, hoping the rush of alcohol you’re intaking will somehow make the picture of your day clearler. 

You hadn’t said goodnight to Andy when you left because his office door was closed, and the last thing you wanted was to stumble over your words just to tell him you’re leaving. Instead, you signed yourself off and waited a few minutes in case he needed anything, then left. 

“Yep,” you mumble, “Please tell me I didn’t completely fuck up by looking at those papers.”

Ana snorts, “You definitely did not fuck up. It’s honestly no wonder he’s divorced, I mean, he’s condescending and rude, he’s—”

“Maybe we don’t know his side of things,” you blurt, feeling some sort of protection around Andy. 

“You’re defending him?” she raises a brow, “Y/N, he’s treated you like shit since your first day. He’s been nothing but rude to you, and now, what? He buys you one lunch and you’re pledging your loyalty?”

“No,” you frown, “I’m just saying that we don’t know the full picture.”

Ana rolls her eyes and drops back half of her margarita before looking over at you again, noting your hesitant expression. 

“He didn’t know your full picture when he met you, and he’s still an asshole.”

Your eyes drift from Ana’s as you process her statement. You get what she’s trying to say, and eventually, you nod. She’s right. He’d been professional when he interviewed you, but wasn’t overly warm or welcoming. Since then, the only thing he’d expressed that he knows about you is where you went to school. Which is on your resume.

“You’re right,” you agree, “I deserve better than this. He has no right to treat me the way he does.”

“Exactly,” Ana smiles, then turns to the bartender, “Another round?”

     You’ve never been late to Andy’s office a day in your time spent here. In fact, you’ve always been so painfully on time that you’ve had to sit in the parking lot before going upstairs so you don’t look like a maniac. 

Yet, here you are, hurrying off of the elevator two minutes before you’re supposed to clock in. Your head is thumping and the greasy fast food breakfast bag in your hand is calling out to you. You’re sure Andy won’t even notice — how could he? You swear you could evaporate at that desk and he wouldn’t even notice until you failed to bring him his coffee. 

So, when you round the corner and find Andy pacing in front of your desk with his hands on his hips, furrowed brows, and worried eyes, you freeze. 

Not a word is said as you stand there, waiting for him to notice you. Part of you wants to greet him, while the other part of you is still fuming from your realization last night with Ana. Maybe you’re grumpy from the hangover, maybe you’re grumpy from being mistreated, but you vow to yourself that it all stops today. 

Andy catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, and when he looks up and sees you, his face floods with a look of relief. Your heart tugs in your chest, but you don’t break.

“Y/N,” he says, “You’re here.”

“I am,” you confirm, walking right past him and around to your desk without so much as a glance. 

“Hm,” Andy hums, turning around to face you, “One too many drinks last night?”

You frown and sit down in your chair, powering on your computer. He watches you ignore him, yet, it doesn’t seem to bother him. His stance, facial expression, and energy all remain the same. 

“You have a client in fifteen minutes,” you remind him, “Might want to prepare.”

“I’m prepared,” he replies coolly. 

You shrug, “Okay.”

Without another look, you tear open your bag and unwrap your food, practically drooling at the sight of the grease. Andy remains standing over you, and just before you take a bite, you can’t help but steal a glance. He looks amused, almost, at your state. His lips tip up and he refuses to look away, even though you’ve technically caught him staring. 

“Go ahead,” he encourages, “Don’t let me stop you from destroying your insides with alcohol and fast food.”

You drop the breakfast sandwich back down, doing your best not to roll your eyes directly in his face. Andy chuckles at your exasperation, stepping closer and resting his hands on your desk. 

“Fine. I won’t eat it.”

His smile drops, “You need to eat something. Just not that.”

You shake your head stubbornly, then fix your gaze back on your computer. He stands there for another moment before hurrying into his office. You wonder if that’s how he’s going to leave things, and if so, you wonder if you have time to quickly devour your breakfast before he sees you. 

He comes back out with a protein bar, a bag of almonds, and a water bottle. He sets them down in front of you, nods down to them, and then lifts up your greasy goodness and dumps it into the trash can. 

“I’ll make you some tea. It’ll help with the detox. Eat this.”

Words fail to escape your lips as Andy walks away. His offer alone is enough to cause your brain to short-circuit, leaving you with your jaw half open in your chair. You stare down at the protein bar and almonds he’d brought out, wondering if this is his breakfast. The thought that he’d give up his own food causes you to push it away. 

If you’re going to be mad at him, you can’t accept any of his sudden nice gestures. 

     When Andy returns, it’s with a white and yellow mug and a tea bag swimming inside. The mug has a bright, smiling sun on the front, making you snort as you compare it to Andy. 

“Here,” he says gently, setting it down. When he catches sight of the unopened protein bar and almond bag, he frowns. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I—” you start, shaking off your fear of him and remembering why you’re mad, “I don’t need your food.”

Surprised, Andy leans back and places his hands on his hips, “Really?”

“Yes,” you say proudly, avoiding his eyes. 

He’s silent for a moment. A long moment. Such a long moment that you almost cave, because his stare on the side of your head is enough to drive you crazy. 

“Look at me.”

You obey. Then you curse yourself. Andy swallows and relaxes slightly when he sees that, at least, you’re still listening to him. 

“What?” you mumble. 

“You didn’t say good morning like you always do. You were practically late. You’ve had an attitude with me since the second you saw me. Ignored me when I asked you a question. Now, you’re refusing the food I’ve offered you just because I offered it. What’s going on?”

You shrug, “I’m just trying to get to work.”

Andy laughs, but it’s condescending, “I’m sure. I guess I’ll be getting my own coffee this morning.”

You clench your jaw to hide your emotions as you curse yourself. Andy’s Starbucks. You forgot it on your way to get the greasy food currently at the bottom of your trash can, thanks to Andy himself. 

“Well, you threw away my breakfast,” you mumble under your breath. 

Andy’s eyes widen, “Excuse me?”

You swallow under the pressure he’s laying on, letting your eyes squeeze shut. You try to urge yourself to remain strong, but instead, you cave, letting your fear of conflict with the man who employs you take over. 

“Nothing.”

His stare is long and intense, “Eat and drink. We can regroup later when you’ve had time to digest.”

You don’t move a muscle as he turns and walks back into his office, closing the door behind him softly. You know it’s not a normal thing to notice, but he never worries about closing his door softly. Not until today. 

With a defeated sigh, you open Andy’s protein bar and take a bite, pretending it’s full of grease and carbs, instead. Your email dings, dragging you out of your head. 

So? What did the big, bad boss have to say for himself? Hopefully you didn’t chicken out. 

Lunch today? I had a big breakfast. Maybe 2 p.m.? 

Let me know. Don’t give in. 

XOXO,

Ana

You groan and exit out of the email, opting to not respond. Your bold move with Andy seems to have failed, and you really don’t have it in you to try again. Instead, you finish off the protein bar and open the almonds, then sip on the tea. It’s hot, but not too hot, and the fact that Andy took the time to make you tea forces an excitement in your stomach that you’re certain should not be there. 

You insist silently that it all means nothing, then move to stand and wait by the elevator for Andy’s client to arrive. You have no idea what Andy Barber’s definition of regrouping is, but your brain doesn’t hesitate to try and figure it out. 

     It’s three hours and four clients before you hear from Andy again, save bringing the clients into his office. No interaction occurs between the two of you until, all of the sudden, your desk phone lights up. You’re sure it’s a client calling in need of Andy’s extension, and you try not to actively roll your eyes. That is, until you see that it’s Andy himself. 

“Hello?”

“Is that the greeting you give clients?” Andy fires back, a sort of teasing tone laced in his voice. 

“No,” you say quietly, not sure how to respond, “I saw that it was you.”

“Hold my calls for the next half hour and come in here, please.”

You swear your blood stops in your veins. Your throat constricts and swallowing becomes the hardest task you face, let alone speaking. 

Andy clears his throat after a second, but you barely register the sound. 

“Y/N?”

“I’m on my way,” you squeak, then slam the phone back down to the receiver. 

You hold Andy’s calls as instructed, then mark yourself ‘away’ on your computer. You’re not sure of the nature of Andy’s meeting with you, so you bring a pad and a pen in with you, hoping it’s all just a misunderstanding on your part. 

You knock on Andy’s office door, listening to the silence on the other side of it.

“Come in.”

You feel your entire body heat up the second his eyes meet your own. He isn’t subtle as he looks you up and down, taking you in completely before he stands from his desk. 

“Hi,” you say, more or less to break the silence. 

He smiles.

Andy Barber smiles. 

“Hi,” he replies, “Come sit, please.”

You do as instructed, dropping your eyes from his and watching the floor as you walk over. He stands tall, shoulders back, and watches you curiously as you settle in. Only once you’re seated does he sit back down. 

“We didn’t have a meeting scheduled,” you tell him. 

“I know,” he replies, “Your big, bad boss just wanted to check in and see how you’re feeling.”

You freeze, eyes widening as he pulls a direct quote from Ana’s email to you this morning. Andy watches your eyes dart around the floor as you try to figure out how to respond, if you should test it, or if it’s all just a huge coincidence. 

“I’m fine.”

“Hmm,” Andy hums, “Is that why you haven’t looked me in the eye since you sat down?”

Your eyes dart up, meeting his own as you repeat, “I’m fine.”

“Convincing,” he mutters dryly, “I want to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N.”

Your suspicion raises at his concern, wondering if it’s coming from your actions from this morning, or if it runs deeper than that. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, watching Andy smirk. 

Clearly he’s enjoying this, because he leans back in his chair and adjusts his tie, all with that shit-eating smirk lining his lips. 

“Based on your attitude with me this morning, I would say I’m on your list,” he says, “Would that be true?”

You swallow, “No.”

“No?” he raises a brow, “So your little show was just for fun?”

“Yes.”

Andy chuckles to himself and sits forward, watching you squirm around in your seat. His grin is wide, and under any other occasion, you would have reveled in it. 

“I think you’re lying,” he states, “I think you’re chickening out.”

You scramble to cover your facial expression as he confirms that, somehow, he’s reading your emails. At least, the one you received this morning. But, how? Your lips part but no sound comes out, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to say. 

“I’m sorry for my attitude this morning, Mr. Barber,” you choke out, refusing to meet his eye, “It won’t happen again.”

“Andy,” he corrects you, his voice softer now, “Y/N, if I’ve upset you, you need to tell me.”

A part of you believes him. A part of you thinks that maybe, if you tell him you want to be treated nicer, he might just listen. But the potential violation of your privacy, of your emails, pushes you to shake your head. 

“I’m fine,” you say, “Andy.”

With an unconvincing look in his eye, he clenches his jaw and nods toward the door. 

“You’re free to go, then,” he mutters, “Do you have lunch plans?”

You stand and start toward the door, back to him as you mumble, “I’m sure you’re already aware.”

Andy stands abruptly, “Repeat that.”

“Repeat what?” you question, spinning around and raising your eyebrows innocently. 

He shakes his head and rounds his desk, keeping his gaze on the floor. You take steps backward as he walks closer, finally looking up at you when he’s only a few paces away. When your back hits the door, he smirks. 

“Enjoy your lunch, Y/N,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

Your eyes scale down his body, taking in how handsome he looks in navy blue. No part of you even attempts to deny it — especially with the lack of a gold band on his left hand. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

You turn again, hand on the knob as you pull it open to escape. Just as you catch a glimpse of your desk, Andy’s large palm meets the door and closes it again. Jumping, you spin around to face him, finding him only inches from you. 

“Andy,” he reminds you again, eyes beating into yours. 

You barely nod, “Right. Sorry.”

He doesn’t move or take his hand off the door, but instead, stares at you until you feel like his gaze is physically burning your skin. 

“Last chance,” he says, his voice deeper than before, “Tell me if I’ve done something wrong.”

Your eyes travel up his suit jacket, through his beard, and up to his eyes. They’re kinder now, but not by much. He seems to be begging for some sort of confession, but, with the way your throat is constricting, you know you can’t give him that. 

“Everything is fine,” you promise him weakly. 

His tongue peaks out of his mouth, wetting his lips as he stares, “Alright. I’m trusting you.”

Something inside your chest tugs. Trust? You’ve never trusted Andy a day in your life, and now, he’s playing that card? 

You’re sure it’s manipulation. He’s reading your emails, violating your privacy, and hoping to get something in return. The flame burns brighter inside of you, forcing you to stand a little taller, eyes now unafraid to look at him. 

“I have work to do, Andy,” you mutter. 

Slowly, his hand falls from the door. You maintain eye contact with him for another second, swearing he glances down at your mouth before his gaze drops completely, and then turn to let yourself out. 

He doesn’t say another word, just remains standing in place as you close his door behind you. Part of you wants to collapse in your chair, replaying his facial expressions and trying to figure out exactly what cologne he wears, while the other part can’t wait to test it out. 

You pull out your phone and text Ana, a plan already completely formed in your brain. 

I’m gonna send you an email. Play along when you respond. Something’s up with Andy. 

Knowing how Ana lives for the drama, her response is immediate. 

Oooh, you’re actually calling him Andy, huh? Just teasing. I’ve got you. 

Glancing back at Andy’s closed door, you drag your chair up to your keyboard and type away. If he is reading your email, you’ll know. One more snarky comment, and it can no longer be considered just coincidence. 

Ana, 

Lunch sounds great! I have SO much to tell you about today. 

Could you bring me the names and numbers of the companies you said are looking for an assistant? I’m fed up. I need a better working environment. Andy called me into his office just now demanding to know if something’s wrong. I should get out sooner rather than later. 

Let me know, 

Y/N

Your finger hesitates over the mouse for exactly two seconds before you hit send. For a moment, the building seems almost deafeningly quiet. A pit settles in your stomach, wondering if you’re being absolutely ridiculous, or if all of your suspicions are true. 

Ana’s response is almost as fast as her text back. 

Of course! I don’t blame you — if I was as underappreciated as you, I’d have left a long time ago. Also, I heard Neal Loguidice is looking for an assistant! I’m sure he’d treat you well! 

Meet you at 2 p.m. Looking forward to hearing everything. 

XOXO,

Ana

Just as you exhale a breath, a crash comes out of Andy’s office. You jump and your head jolts over to the door, staring at it as if it will hold all the answers. Your entire body freezes, waiting for Andy to emerge and drag you back into his office, demanding answers. 

It doesn’t happen. 

Instead, your eye catches on the green light indicating Andy’s office phone is in use. For a moment, you debate picking it up. You debate listening to who he’s calling, trying to figure out if it’s in any way related to your email. Ultimately, you decide the risk of getting caught is greater than the potential reward. 

Instead, you try to busy yourself with some actual work, all the while looking over at the phone line. He’s on a call for approximately ten minutes, and the second the green light shuts off, you swallow. 

Andy’s office door opening abruptly forces you to jump, and when you look over at him, he keeps his own gaze straight forward. His car keys hang from his index finger; a rare sight for you given that you get him everything he needs during the day so he doesn’t have to leave. 

“Hold my calls,” he gruffs as he passes your desk, not looking at you, “I have something to take care of.”

You just nod, never taking your eyes off of him until he rounds the corner. It isn’t until the elevator is off the floor that you work up the nerve to walk into Andy’s office, adrenaline running wild as you hurry over to his phone. 

You redial the last number he called, only for a moment, just to get the name on the caller ID.

The Office of Neal Loguidice.

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I'm obsessed with Sae I would ask every question if I coule I lov themn

AAAA this means so much to me bc IM OBSESSED WITH HIM TOO i am very very glad people like her ............................... 😁

oc ask game! (plus some art at the bottom lol)

🧠 - what do you like most about the oc?

answered HERE but alsoooooo i can definitely think of something else :)

i LOVE writing her dialogue LMAOO. her whole gimmick is that she acts wayyyyy older than she actually is, and when i say that i mean she truly acts like an old man. she is a very slow talker a mover and figuring out how to write for her has been lots and lots of fun !!!!

she uses a lot of ellipses... and always drags on a sentence if it is possible. she never uses exclamation points if she can help it... because she tries not to raise her voice... and typically doesn't get excited or emotive about many things. she trails off a lot, either on a tangent about a sailing story or simply because she has lost focus... and includes a quote from her afi or from a writer that can shed wisdom on the situation. everything is a lesson to be learned, you see... she also tends to repeat herself at the end of the sentence, she does. it's either "you see" or some variation of "i do/i am", depending on what was said... and of course she always refers to her boats and the ocean using she/her. laughs like an old man too, eheheh... always keeps the mood light

but, uh, when she gets flustered she uses "um" and "uh" a lot. especially when backed into a corner. sounds a lot less wise. her sentences get shorter when she's upset. real short. she tends-- you see, she tends to stutter a lot more when she is stressed, or in a tense mood. corrects herself, or-- sometimes, she cuts herself off before she says anything too harsh. her tone grows a lot more "childish", and she wants to sound like she knows what she is doing. won't raise her tone. just gets rather blunt with you.

unless she gets very irritated. because then she starts to emphasize certain words to you in an almost condescending manner, and-- and she still might stutter over her words because she is thinking less about them, but they are all flowing out of her mouth at this point. and if you push her too far she'll start yelling! exclamation point! it is rare to get an exclamation point from her! if you push her hard enough she'll scream! she'll fucking yell!!

but yea anyways she's been fun GHFDJKG

✏️ - how often do you draw/write about the oc?

grins. the grinner

SOOOOOOOOO sae as of right now is being used in a killing game rp which means i get to write for her pretty oftennnnn :) she gets to hang out with a whole cast of awesome characters that are both amazing and stressing her out so badly. as hell. it is chapter 2 currently (we're at the motive!!) and literally every single thing is going wrong (the motive concerns her family and of course her afi was threatened bc thats all shes got, her plan to escape failed miserably and shes starting to resent people with very little reason, somebody in the killing game knows JUST WHAT TO SAY to seriously push her buttons) but she'll persevere 😍 she'll persevere and get so much worse

i loveee the rp server bc the people there love to write fics and draw art of their own AND each others characters and i eat it up every single time. me included i love creating for these rps :) which MEANS i actually do draw and write for her a bit often!! now a lot of it is practice and/or doesn't get sent to the server lmfaooo i think the last fic i wrote for her (and finished-- i keep starting things and stopping 😔) was a backstory fic for her about that one bad memory i mentioned in the last ask :) a single person has read it and that is the person running the rp in the first place ghfdjkg

UM UM here's some old art that i sent to the server and didnt post here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and here's a chart of literally ALL of her siblings LMFAOOOO

#THANK YOU AGAIN <33 #ask lee #anonymous #ask game #oc: sae #lee art

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Pull the Trigger VI (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! This was one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever written because of a personal experience that still haunts me until today. It has conditioned my way of socialising and it has prevented me from doing many things, and it’s something I’ll carry for the rest of my life. Unfortunately this is way more common than we’d ever think, and sometimes it’s very obvious but it can also go unnoticed. It’s not my intention by any means to romanticise this kind of situations, as it’s a nightmare I wish no one had to live. Most of the times we don’t have someone to protect us like they do in this fic, it’s a shame but it’s also a reality and I think we as a society don’t do enough to stop these kind of situations from happening. We need to let the victims speak, empathise with them and punish the perpetrators. And learn that no means no, and that when there’s not a yes it’s also no, and when the other person tries to escape it’s also no, and that it’s also a no when they’re under the influence of alcohol, drugs or under compulsion. In one word: consent. 

This said, even if it’s just a very small part of what I have to say, I hope you like this chapter. Thank you so much for reading and for all of the nice comments♥️ You guys rock. 

Warnings: +18! this chapter contains a scene that includes sexual assault, alcohol consumption, drugging and non-consent, please do not read if this is a triggering subject for you, I tried to make it as short and undetailed as possible, but it’s still a very sensitive topic. As a victim of SA myself I completely understand if it’s too much. Please take care and be safe. In case you suffer an attack like this please  go to the hospital as soon as possible, I won’t tell you whether you should talk about it or not because that’s very personal and no one should tell you what to do when you’re a victim. You are not alone and it’s not your fault♥️ please be safe and take care of your loved ones🫶🏼

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“I can’t believe you are leaving me alone for a man again” you pouted while stepping out of the shower, Thora smiled softly at you through the bathroom mirror. She had a pair of tweezers on her hands and scrutinised her own reflection, looking for the little hairs under her eyebrow that had escaped.

“You’ll be fine, Ingrid is going with you” she chuckled “Do you want to borrow my silver purse? It goes very well with the blue dress”

Your eyes lightened up at that. You loved that purse.

“You’re trying to bribe me with a purse?”

“I’m not trying, I’m bribing you with a purse” she smirked “Besides, I’m in a very good mood today”

You started drying your hair with the towel, glancing at her curiously.

“How so?“

Thora’s face lightened up with a smile when she looked at you, almost like she had been waiting to tell you for days.

“Hvitserk is cooking dinner for me”

You rolled your eyes.

“So he’s doing the bare minimum, good for him, what does he want in exchange?”

“I’m going to ignore that because I’m in a very good mood” she repeated “He’s cooking for me at his house, he says we need to talk”

You widened your eyes.

“I think he might want to be exclusive” Thora continued, giggling.

“What? He probably does that with every single girl he meets, Thora!“ you groaned, and her smile faltered “Look, I want you to be happy, but do you think you can be happy with someone that is always on the magazine covers because he fucks every single person he can?”

Thora sighed, grabbing her makeup and turning to the mirror again.

“I know what you think of him, Y/N, but you don’t know him like I do” she pressed her lips together “And if Hvitserk asks me to be his girlfriend tonight I will say yes, because I really like him, and if he turns up to be a fucking idiot that is only playing with me, then I will come to you so you can tell me ‘I told you’ with a condescending tone and I will let you take care of me, because I know you will because you’re my best friend”

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling guilty for having yelled at her. You had tried your best to try and like the Lothbroks, for her sake, but the mere thought of those privileged, cocky, handsome bastards, especially the one with those piercing blue eyes that wouldn’t leave your mind, made your blood boil. You hated that every single person just succumbed to their charms, ignoring the obvious red flags of their family.

“Okay” you sighed, making Thora smile a bit “But if he breaks your heart I will follow him until the end of the world, I will kill him and I will feed him to stray dogs”

Thora laughed then, shaking her head as she moved to hug you tightly.

“And I will join you in your anti-Lothbrok campaign” she promised with a giggle.

“Anyway” you finally stepped back “I better get dressed or I’ll be late”

Thora watched you grab your makeup bag and open the door to leave the bathroom.

“Hey” she said just when you were stepping out, making you look back with a small smile “If anything happens when you’re at Erik’s place… Please call me, okay? I know Ingrid will be there but please if you need something call me”

“Don’t tell me you believe the rumours, Thora” you groaned “Why do you listen to them more than to me?”

“No, just… Just call me, okay?”

You sighed, nodding.

“Fine, I will”

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Erik's place was not far from your own, a two-storey house he shared with another guy. It was already full of people when you arrived with an excited Ingrid following you, talking about how nice it was that both of her best friends had nice boyfriends that always invited her to places. You recognized some people from university, but most of the guys that were there you had no idea of who they were. Some of them had a weird vibe around them that immediately threw you off. The worst part was finding Erik with a bunch of them, drinking and laughing loudly while they played pool.

“It's nice to see you, beautiful" Erik leant in again to kiss you but you put your cheek instead with a forced smile. You had been a bit uneasy about this party since you got invited, and for some reason seeing the company he had there only made you turn around and leave.

Besides, Thora's news about Hvitserk maybe wanting to make it official only put a weird weight on your stomach.

“Hi" you greeted him, trying to move away from him as Erik kept his arms around you, finding your rejection amusing. Ingrid bit her lip and looked around, visibly uncomfortable, and grabbed your arm as soon as you were free from his grip.

“I thought you'd never come, would you like some drinks, ladies?" he smirked at the both of you and you nodded slowly, knowing you needed alcohol to deal with all of that. Ingrid looked around trying to find a familiar face, and sighed in relief when she spotted two girls she knew.

“I'll be right back" Erik winked at you, and Ingrid quickly reassured him that she didn't need a drink, for she had found two friends and would go say hello on her way to grab a less strong drink. Her last phrase was said with her eyes fixed on the glass Erik had on his hand, which was pure alcohol.

As soon as the two of them left, you looked around again, feeling more and more uneasy with every single look people casted your way. The group of guys Erik was talking to looked older. One of them, the tallest one, was blonde and had a weird tattoo on his cheek, his hair was long and greasy and his beard was badly maintained, with it having bald patches. His clothes were in a better shape, though you hoped he washed it more than he did himself. Around him, his gang was no better- all of them had ugly tattoos and looked as mean and cruel as him. It nearly made you shiver when he looked you up and down, and you almost groaned in relief when Erik came back with a full glass of alcohol for you.

“Don't mind them" he chuckled, shaking his head “They're old friends of my dad, they're like family to me but they were leaving already" he shook his head. Almost like they had heard him, the blonde man stood up and walked towards the exit, not before casting a last look at Erik. Waving them goodbye, he let his arm fall on your shoulders as soon as you had grabbed your own glass.

“They don't exactly look like someone people would like to party with" you muttered. Erik laughed.

“You're right, I guess!" he was maybe too cheerful, and that made you raise an eyebrow before thinking it could be the alcohol “Aren't you going to try your drink? It's one of my father's best whiskeys... But don't tell anyone, I'm afraid I don't have enough whiskey for all of them"

You sniffed the liquid before wrinkling your nose.

“A bit strong, isn't it?"

“Yeah, that's what makes it good" he chuckled again.

Finally gaining enough courage to take a sip, you started coughing almost immediately. Maybe you didn't know how to appreciate a good glass of whiskey, but that was probably the worst drink you had ever tried.

“Come on, I thought you were a girl that could handle her alcohol!" Erik seemed very amused by your struggling, and you had to try your best to avoid glaring at him or emptying the cup on his face.

But, on second thoughts, strong alcohol was exactly what you needed if you were to stand his repulsive behaviour for the entire night.

Taking a bigger sip, you ignored Erik's laughs and looked around the room for Ingrid, who was nowhere to be found, and cursed when you realised you didn't know anyone close to you that could give you a break from Erik's insistence.

Almost an hour and a few more sips later, your head started feeling a bit more light. Closing your eyes and rubbing them carefully not to ruin your makeup, you realised Erik had stopped laughing, and his hands were now roaming down your body.

“Hey" you slapped his hand away when he was approaching your ass, pressing your lips together “Who said you have permission to touch?"

He giggled, not really impressed by what you thought was a scolding tone.

“Where's your friend?" he kissed your cheek “The one so close to the Lothbroks? I thought you'd bring her, did she ditch you to go and fuck Hvitserk again?"

“Thora?" you frowned, a bit confused because it was the first time Erik had shown any interest in her “I don't know" you lied “She just said she couldn't come, I didn't really ask, she's old enough to do so... Hey, can you stop that? We're in the middle of a room with other people here, it's not polite to just start... Touching people in public like that"

Again, he looked amused, but you were about to reach the point of slapping him across his face.

“We can go somewhere more private, if you'd prefer..."

“No, I just need some air" you said softly, feeling a bit more light-headed every minute that passed.

“Sure" he smiled softly at you “I know somewhere we can get some air, come on"

Before you could react, he pushed you towards the stairs, grabbing your hand to pull you upstairs, away from the noise, the heat and the people. A bit confused, you followed him not really knowing where he intended to go. Something inside you was screaming to run back downstairs, find Ingrid and leave that house that made you so uneasy, but you were feeling a bit more tired than you would usually be having drank only half a glass of alcohol, and you thought a bit of air would do you good.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we went outside?” you muttered, looking back down the stairs. Your mouth felt weird, almost like you couldn’t pronounce the words properly “To get air”

“No, there will be too many people at the door” he chuckled “Come on, don’t you trust me?”

You didn’t reply, frowning when your head started feeling lighter. You definitely hadn’t drank enough to feel like that.

Erik opened a door and pushed you in. A bit confused, you looked around, but before you could say anything you heard him closing the door.

It was a bedroom. At that moment, you couldn’t really tell whether it was Erik’s bedroom or not nor you noticed any detail that could give you a clue of why he had brought you there.

“This is not a balcony” you managed to mumble before trying to open the door again. Erik laughed again, stopping you and pushing you back almost making you lose your balance.

“Come on” he grabbed your wrists, making sure you were completely still before kissing you. Shocked, you couldn’t register what was happening as your brain seemed to be way slower. It was almost like you had a fog on your eyes, but you could feel his lips against yours and his hands roaming up and down your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t give him permission to touch you like that.

He took advantage of your hesitation to push you towards the bed. You made a couple of weak attempts to free yourself from his grip, but every time you tried to move any part of your body it felt like you had a cement block attached to it. You remembered one of your first university parties, when you got so wasted you and Ingrid slept in the campus turf because you couldn’t even walk.

But that time you had drunk for hours straight.

“Wait” you managed to say, closing your eyes tightly. The light of the room hurt your eyes “Stop”

Erik didn’t reply, or if he did you didn’t hear it. He kept kissing down your neck, grabbing your dress to put it up. The moment his cold hand touched your leg under the dress you whimpered in discomfort, and wiggled your body to make him stop touching you.

“Stop” you repeated. Erik only tightened his grip around your wrists when you tried to push him away again “No” you almost begged when his hand reached between your legs.

You stayed still, trying to clear your mind from that stupid fog that clouded everything, but only when he let one of your arms go to unbuckle his trousers did you push him aside. Erik lost his balance and fell, cursing out loud. You stood up as quickly as you could, barely escaping his arms when he tried to catch you. You found the door, opening it with the last bit of strength you had. And ran down the hallway towards the stairs.

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Thora looked around, amazed. The entire Lothbrok’s living room had changed, only one corner of the table was set, but there were candles, flowers and the smell of food and wine made her mouth water. Hvitserk looked very sexy in an apron, much more than she had ever thought. The only downside? Hvitserk’s brothers hanging out in the kitchen and eating part of the dinner.

Her smile didn’t falter, though, Hvitserk looked pretty nervous and their presence calmed him down, even though he acted like he was very annoyed.

Her phone vibrated, and she looked away from Ubbe, who was telling a story from the office, to check her screen. Her frown was what grabbed the boy’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Hvitserk’s hand on her lower back made her smile again instantly.

“Yes, I think so” after glancing back at the screen again, she locked the phone and left it on the counter, picking up her wine glass again “It’s just Ingrid, apparently Y/N doesn’t reply to her messages and she just sent one on the group chat. She does that sometimes, reads the messages and forgets to reply so we have to send her multiple messages so she sees the notifications and replies” she explained quickly “They’re at a party together, but she’s probably talking to someone and didn’t check her phone”

“Talking? Probably spreading hate towards us” Ivar opened his mouth for the first time since he arrived. Thora pressed her lips together. She felt the need to defend her friend, but Ivar still intimidated her.

“Not us, brother, probably just you” Hvitserk giggled.

“Alfred told me you made her upset the other day in class” Ubbe glanced at his youngest brother with a stern face.  

“Yes, well, she insulted me” he scoffed “He insulted Hvitserk and our family, she’s been doing that for a while now and someone had to make her stop”

Thora opened her mouth. Ivar’s eyes fixed on her, almost defying her to say something.

“I like her, to be honest” Hvitserk shrugged, refilling his wine glass “She’s not afraid of you, she’s not lining up to lick our ass like half of this damned city, she has some courage”.

“Y/N is very… Passionate, she has strong principles” Thora smiled at him “She doesn’t actually hate any of you, she’s just taking care of me, she’s very protective and loyal, she’s an amazing friend and if you give her a chance you’ll see it”.

“If she gives us a chance, you mean” Ivar rolled his eyes “She thinks she knows us after reading four articles in magazines, she’s done nothing but judge us”

Sigurd chuckled then, shaking his head.

“She might not be so wrong about you, brother”

Ivar hummed, and the glare he threw his brother's way made Thora shiver.

“I guess we’ll see in the future, brother”

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and put his arm around her shoulders.

“In any case, I’d love to start again with her, why don’t you tell her to drop by for a couple of drinks after dinner? Tell Ingrid to come too, if she wants”

“Oh, I’d love to” Thora smiled “But they’re at Erik’s place, he was throwing a party and invited Y/N… After practically assaulting her in public, but in any case…”

“Wait, she went to that asshole’s party?” Ivar clenched his jaw, and Thora was startled when he left his glass on the counter very abruptly “Wow, she is stupid”

“Ivar…” Ubbe scolded him again “Leave her alone”

“Maybe Erik actually likes her” Hvitserk raised an eyebrow “He didn’t hurt her yet, did he?”

“Yet?” Thora widened her eyes.

“He doesn’t like her, he just wants to fuck her and she’s stupid enough to fall into his trap…”

“Enough, Ivar” Hvitserk interrupted him, sighing “If they are bored at that lame party tell them to come here, I’m sure Ivar would love it if he could have someone to argue with tonight”.

Ivar rolled his eyes again, and Thora smiled softly, just before her phone vibrated again.

Ingrid was calling. Immediately, her heart started beating faster. She would never call her knowing she was on a date, not unless something had happened.

She excused herself quickly, walking a few steps away from the brothers before picking up.

“Ingrid?”

“Thora” her friend gasped, almost like she just did a great effort “I need help”

“What?” she raised her voice softly, which made the boys look at her “What’s happening?”

“It’s Y/N… Look, I went upstairs looking for her because I couldn’t find her. and I didn’t see Erik either, so I went there to look for them because I had a bad feeling and… I think someone put something in her drink, she’s… Dizzy and when I found her she was leaving Erik’s bedroom, he was inside but he’s perfectly fine… I don’t know what to do, should I take her to the hospital?”

Thora froze. She left the glass on the counter as softly as she could and rubbed her eyes, probably ruining her makeup. She turned to look at Hvitserk and the panic in her eyes made him approach her with a worried frown, if she had looked at Ivar she would have seen him sitting up and looking at her with a frown.

“Y/N… She’s been drinking… Probably a spiked drink, she’s not okay I need to go there with Ingrid and take her to the hospital”

“Fuck” Hvitserk groaned “That fucking son of a bitch”

“Ingrid, I’ll be there as soon as I can, don’t leave her alone” Thora quickly locked her phone again and reached for her purse, still not knowing what to do.

“I knew it” Ivar looked furious, and then punched the wood under the counter that crackled under his fist “I’m gonna kill that fucking clown, I’m gonna…”

“Ivar” Ubbe grabbed his arm before he put whatever he had inside the pocket of his jacket out “Don’t fool around, go with Thora and Hvitserk if you want, I’ll wait here for you and I’ll call Helga, just bring her here, don’t start anything with Erik in his own house and with more people around, is that clear?”

Thora wasn’t sure Ivar had even heard him, as he was busy grabbing his crutch and taking his phone out to make a call.

“I… I can go alone, you guys don’t have to…”

“Are you kidding?” Hvitserk smiled softly at her “I wouldn’t leave my girl alone in a moment like this, now let’s go, we’ll go in my car”

Thora froze again, her face blushed and she bit her lip to hold back a smile.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Are you coming or what?” Ivar roared from the door, which startled her but also reminded her of the seriousness of the situation.

Ivar was already entering the car when they made their way outside. Hvitserk kissed Thora's temple before she climbed into one of the backseats as he made his way to the driver's seat. She could only hear Ivar's growls and heavy breathing for a few seconds, and she stared at him in shock. It was true that she always suspected Ivar having a crush on you, maybe being a bit jealous of Erik and enjoying his banter with you because you were the only one willing to throw some insults his way, but the way he had spoken to you during class -and how upset you were after it, according to Alfred- had made her think his crush wasn't that serious and that you had really gotten on his nerves. But his reaction in the kitchen when she had said what happened to you wasn't the reaction of someone who couldn't care less about what happened to you.

“Do... Do you know where Erik lives?" she asked, realising she hadn't even asked Ingrid when she had called.

“Yes, don't worry gorgeous" Hvitserk smiled at her through the rearview mirror “We've been there a couple of times"

“Okay" she took a deep breath, letting her head rest against the headrest.

It wasn't that far from the Lothbrok's house. They had been only ten minutes in the car when Hvitserk finally stopped the car in front of a house full of people, with multiple windows opened and music coming from the inside. The front door was opened and some people stood on the entrance smoking and drinking. It was only when she stepped out of the car when she spotted Ingrid.

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#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #modern ivar #vikings #vikings imagine #modern vikings #pull the trigger

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The Goetia family (Stolas, Stella, and Octavia) for the character meme?

Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

Stolas doesn't really know how to talk to others. He's never been taught. He grew up with the butler and then Stella in his ear, reminding him of manners or general speech, but when it comes down to it he doesn't know the intricacies of having or maintaining contact. He legitimately didn't realize he was condescending to Blitz. He didn't realize how badly he was hurting Octavia by bringing her to the park. He sees these things as Stuff You Do, important tasks on a leger.

He doesn't always speak so formally! So many 'fics have him all but reciting Shakespeare. Stolas can tone it down and has quite the casual tone when talking around family or IMP. The fancy talk is, for lack of a better way of putting it, dirty talk to him. Or work talk.

Just getting out of an abusive everything. His childhood was shit and his married life was too. Stolas thinks anyone who treats him semi-kindly is a friend or romantic interest. When Striker kidnaps him he doesn't view it as anything dangerous until he crushes the phone. He's willing to take most any treatment from anyone.

Daddy's girl through and through. Her major fear during all of this was that Stolas would run away forever.

I legitimately don't think Tia knows all of the ins and outs of her family. There's nothing to indicate she does, anyway. Stolas doesn't have the heart to explain it to her in Loo Loo Land, she clearly doesn't have any arranged fiancé of her own, I honestly think she assumes Stolas cheating on Stella was the only thing going on in their relationship. I doubt she's ever even met Paimon.

TEENAGER. Octavia is a typical goth teenager and she's gonna act that way. Sometimes she does stupid shit for attention, or to be popular, or to make friends. Sometimes she steals a book to look at a meteor shower as a fuck you to Stolas. Other times she wants to be carried away to Stylish Occult.

PACK BONDS you can't tell me that the girl who hugs a hellhound two minutes after meeting her is not a 'you said nice thing ergo I will die for you' type.

I actually have a LOT of headcanons about Stella and her relationship with Stolas, but this is about canon Stella so:

Stella doesn't give a single fuck about Stolas cheating on her. She doesn't. If you listen to her it's not about the sex, or the cheating- it's about Blitz being an IMP, it's about Stolas showing off a lower-class beau. She cares about their IMAGE.

I don't think she ever loved Stolas and I know Stolas didn't love her, and I'm pretty sure they both fully understood that long before being wed.

Stella, unlike most abusers, is NOT selective. She's not hiding shit. She's upper crust, and she can leave bruises on his face or hire assassins to kidnap him publicly if she likes.

Like Stolas, I legitimately think Stella has never been outside of a toxic environment. We don't know about her folks but it's clear her dynamic with her brother is fucked up and abusive as well. It's a constant cycle she ended up perpetuating.

We have no idea what she feels about Octavia, and that feels so telling to me. In two seasons Stella has not said her name once. She's called her 'that girl' but never 'my daughter' or 'Tia'. She never wanted to comfort her nightmares or dry her cheeks. I really don't think she wanted to be a mother at all.

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Ask Prompts #Helluva Boss #Stolas Goetia #Stella Goetia #Octavia Goetia #Writing #Canon might pretend abusers are mustache twirling evildoers #But I do not #It's not that simple ffs

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 13 ("A Tisket A Tasket") Part 5, I Give Up

Just for funsies here's Jess calling Dean an idiot and Idiot admitting it.

Before I continued to slog through this absolutely mind numbing DALA (Dean and Lorelai Affair) episode, I uttered 6 words that I hope won't come back to bite me in the ass: "This can't possibly get any worse." Ahahahahahaha. There are 14 minutes left in the episode. I'm fucked. I've been on this one way too long and I'm determined to finish this. I'm just going to enjoy this Literati on a Bridge break. I'm going to my happy place where Dean doesn't exist and Rory is an orphan because Lorelai (and Chrisopher) don't exist and every episode is just 45 minutes of this.

"I'm so much happier here." R: "Why were you screwing with Dean an hour ago but you're suddenly being nice to me?" J: "Well it's the screwing with Dean that's an important step to getting here so I could be nice to you."

Ugh he took the fucking Quarter On A String so now I have to suffer through that fucking Lost and Found episode. God damn it Mariano! Why are the pretty ones always so dumb?

Did I mention that he is so pretty. I'm legally obligated to say that at least twice per Jess Episode. After Rory and Jess part ways, we cut to Rory returning home with a bag from the bookstore and Lorelai immediately shifts full gear into Weirdly Suspicious & Passive Aggressive Mode. When Rory admits she visited a bookstore and had a slice of pizza with Jess (oh the horror!) then goes to her room, Lorelai immediately shuffles her passive aggressive, suspicious little feet right in after her. 90% of the time that Lorelai and Rory meet to talk on their couch after Rory has just departed from the company of Dean or Jess, especially at night or at the end of the episode, it means Lorelai is about to dish out some horrible, horrible wisdom/life coaching. The Couch is where we have witnessed many classic mother-daughter bonding moments, such as the time Lorelai asked Rory to make sure Jess got his rabies shots before she slept with him. Ah, the couch.

Mmmm yep. *collects money*

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH. Here we go. I think it was the great Michael Scott who once said, Why are you the way you are? Honestly, every time I try to enjoy something fun or exciting, you make it...not that. I hate so much about the things that you choose to be.

Ya know, I stan Rory more and more lately with how she stands up for Jess. Sorry your mom's a bitch. How many more tmes I can rant into The Void about Lorelai's unhealthy grudge with Jess? How many more times can I point out that Lorelai has only had one prolonged interaction with Jess, while she's known Dean twice as long and he's been rude and used a condescending tone of voice with her many times, including the first time they met (on Willy Wonka night) and it literally just happened again moments ago. It's just mindblowing to me how she will not let this FUCKING GO and SIXTEEN years later in AYITL when she is married to his uncle she is STILL making digs at him over him being rude to her when he was 17, joking about how he should have a baseball thrown at his head.

I honestly don't think I could love Rory Gilmore more at this point. Bless her rationality and sweet heart and cute rose sweater that looks like a swirl of that strawberry icing you squeeze over instant oatmeal. Are you witnessing a historical moment right now? The birth of a Rory Stan? Sort of. It won't last forever, but since I won't go past season 4 anymore, then yes.

The "things she's seen and heard" are just her regurgitating what Dean told her 5 minutes ago. LOL. She just took this kid's word as gospel, without even questioning it. The DALA is so fucked up, man! Lorelai is way too concerned with the lives of teenage boys! If Dean told Lorelai to jump off a bridge would she do it?

I really wish this were my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls spinoff titled The Hollow because I would have someone on this show actually acknowledge that Jess is honestly something of a miracle. His father abandoned him as a newborn, he had a tumultuous, negligent, inconsistent, possibly even abusive upbringing. His mother drank while she was pregnant with him. He grew up watching unsavory men in his mother's life circle in and out like a revolving door (according to Liz The Worst, one of them even died). Yet he doesn't turn to any real crime, drugs, alcohol, or even sex (okay, well bless his heart he tries there but people seem to cockblock him at every turn). HE SKIPS SCHOOL TO WORK AT WALMART. In real life kids like that are really lucky if the worst path they go down after that kind of chilhood merely involves them stealing loose change from an old fucknugget like Taylor Doose who deserves to be stolen from anyway. That bridge should have been fixed 10 years ago. Here's some of the train wreck. There were no survivors.

If Dean needs someone to talk to that badly he can get a diary or a dog or a sock puppet or like, one fucking friend his own age. I think half of the issues of this show could be solved if these people had more friends. Can't Taylor Doose swing some kind of town wide Bid-A-Friend Auction? Or emotional support animals?

Sure but like, did you ever stop to think that you and Dean are actually his only "enemies" and it's completely one sided because he couldn't care less about you, and also, your enemy is a 17 year old boy and you're a full grown adult lmao. Crazy lady. I wonder how Jess feels knowing he's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to a town full of boring nobodies who will go nowhere and do nothing while he will eventually makes millions of dollars from his best selling novels that get turned into blockbuster movies. Maybe someone will even make a movie about his life. I'm going to think about who could play Milo/Jess in a movie about himself while Lorelai yammers on and remains in denial about how insane she is. What do you think? Lorelai says Rory is "So young and naive, so nice and gives everyone a chance"; what she's really saying is "Jess doesn't deserve a chance, not even from you." I stoppped watching at this point and only skimmed a few more seconds. I saw that Rory stormed off, Lorelai and Rory fight over it at FND, Emily is confused, Lorelai says "I didn't like Dean at first because I didn't know him, I don't like Jess because I know him." You know what, there are times when this show starts to get my under my skin so much that I’m just not enjoying it and there’s no point in finishing the episode. In conclusion, Lorelai sucks and ruins everything and my number one Hill To Die On will continue being that Dean and Lorelai are sleeping together because there is no other logical explanation possible for why she talks about him like this. Goodnight!

Edit: guys, sorry that I was so enraged with Lorelai The Worst that I managed to gloss over the fact that Rory and Jess went on a Book Shopping and Pizza PRE-DATE 😍😍😍😍 THEIR FIRST ONE!

In my Gilmore Girls spinoff The Hollow we would see every minute of every Pizza and Book date and pre-date I promise you this 🥰 No skimping!

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #a tisket a tasket #a-tisket a-tasket #literati #rory gilmore #jess mariano #Lorelai Gilmore #ARRRRRGHHH #RAGE #BUT A PRE DATE #I CANT WAIT FOR THEIR HOT DOGS AND RECORD SHOPPING PRE-DATE

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LO RANT:

Each time I hear about the chapters they continue to prove my point each time. Hades really is a fucked up person, you mistreat and abuse your employees who you’ve known for a long long time.. those who’ve worked under you and have obviously formed some kind of understanding with you since they have to live in your realm and work in your corporation, along with your citizens who also deal with you on a daily basis and help keep your realm financially and physically stabilized. All of those people who’ve been there longer than punk ass Persephone and you only give her respect, compassion, understanding, and respect. You’re a fucking asshole, there’s literally no redemption with Hades and that’s exactly why I absolutely despise his ass.

See, I knew I was on to something when I said that Hades is nowhere near a morally grey character, he’s literally the worst person ever. He has no redeeming traits at least that he chooses to display, he never tries to actually fix his problems instead he gets someone else to, and whenever he’s confronted on his shitty behavior he gaslights and manipulates the person confronting him. He’s so fucking evil like I have such a deep hatred for him, he’s not even that fucking nice to Persephone literally he’s becoming borderline controlling and condescending. You can’t say you respect Persephone and then spoon feed her information like she’s an idiot, you can’t say she’s mature or an adult when you baby her like she’s 4, you can’t say that she should be the queen of the underworld if you won’t even let her help with actual situations that need to be dealt with in her realm. I mean… it’s almost as if.. We knew that Persephone was nowhere near capable or even showed any sort of leadership traits when it came to actually being a ruler.

Genuinely I never saw Persephone as an actual queen or adequate ruler of the underworld. Hell, Hades isn’t even cutting it either with his terrible communication and behavioral issues that he keeps projecting onto people he believes is less than. But the problem I have with Persephone is that there’s no record in the comic of Persephone actually trying to improve her understanding of the underworld or trying to come up with any solutions to its problems either. Like she literally just came back from the damn mortal realm after being there for 10 years and even before she got banned she’s never even had any motivation to learn about the underworld. The only motivation she’s ever had was flirting with Hades, she never asked about the realm, how things worked, what the citizens’ concerns, what additions they need to add, nothing. It’s always been about Hades and she’s only had one panel where she was actually interested in taking the realm but of course it was cut off because you can’t have romance and the female lead to have actual aspirations not revolving around flirting and being with the male lead.

This whole situation is irking to me, so many people time and time again always excuse Hades’ shitty behavior and instead try and punish the other characters for doing either the exact same thing or nothing at all. I’m so tired of this bullshit, Thanatos does not deserve to be so disrespected and unappreciated that he gets so jealous at the sight of Hades treating Persephone like a normal person to the point of actively trying to ruin her life. That speaks volumes on how badly Hades always treats him, he got desperate at the opportunity to actually be respected and noticed by his father figure Hades. The fact that this motherfucker brought Thanatos into his damn office just to talk about Persephone who was around the time still A FUCKING EMPLOYEE being queen is just so creepy to me. Like Persephone was still there to work and yet she’s effortlessly rewarded straight to the crown even though this bitch doesn’t do shit. Show me any scene or panel that Persephone actually deserves the crown because genuinely there is none, it’s creepy and weird how obsessive Hades is and how he wants Persephone so badly that he continues to call her his wife and address her like she’s basically his even though she’s already said that she wants to take things slowly. The man obviously just wants a wife he does not care about Persephone’s feeling or anything, he believes that her kindness is an invitation for him to court her and it’s really weird that no one’s thoughts of that.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant on both Persephone and Hades because they genuinely get on my nerves. Persephone is just as much to blame for Hades’ behavior too, I know there’s a few time she’s tried to correct his behavior but it seems like she really brushes it off unless it affects her in some way. Like she never sticks up for anyone else that Hades berates and insults or even try and get him to change. She just allows him to be absolutely unbearable without checking it so yeah it is partially her fault as well because as his only development the more time he spends with her the less of an asshole but instead it seems like Hades is now acting aggressively to “defend” Persephone which is really making things worse. But like I always say this is just a meaningless rant and whether or not you agree or disagree is fine with me, none of these rants hold a lot of weight since I come up with them on the spot so don’t take any of these as fact or importance, also don’t use this as fuel to go after any Hades or Lore Olympus stans, people are allowed to enjoy their characters.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lo persephone

[obetrolncocktails]

Bitter | Sam Kiszka X Reader Part 1

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, sprinkle of fluff (though smut is not included in this part, this series will be NSFW: Minors DNI!)

A/n: @dannythedog its been a minute since I have written for Sam, so here's me jumping back in. Glad you asked for some bratty, cocky smut. Because promise me when I tell you, it's coming.

Also thought it would be helpful to explain somethings about working at Starbucks for context: We have two bars (where each espresso machine is): one for drive through drinks, and another for mobile orders and cafe orders. They are usually placed next to each other. Partners are another word for employees.

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Working at Starbucks, you'll always run into shitty regulars, but none as beautiful as this one. Such a shame he wastes all of it by being a grade A piece of shit.

“We lose Beverly in five minutes. It’s going to get crazy and we are down a shift manager. I need you guys to stay on top of it. Got it?” Avery said, his macbook in hand to view the schedule. 

Avery was the new store manager at your Starbucks location, and though you liked him, he was an outside hire and was poorly trained at making drinks and organizing the positioning of employees. To make matters worse, your shift manager was sick and Avery would have to serve as the shift for the day. He’d need more time to learn through experience, but today was the fucking worst day possible to do that. Every partner on the floor was new and lacked the confidence required to handle such a difficult task. 

The funny thing is, your morning started out wonderfully. You had a full team with someone at each position; drive through times were great and tips were surprisingly high. That was, until the shift turned over and the experienced baristas clocked out. 

“Y/n, you’re drive through bar. Good luck,” Avery said with a sympathetic smile. You could almost laugh at the pity in his tone, but you put your head down and got to work immediately, pulling labels out of the printer and putting them on cups. Venti Iced White Mocha. No whip. Easy enough. You pumped the appropriate amount of white mocha into the drink, queuing the proper amount of espresso shots and began steaming your milk. 

“Um, Y/n. How many pumps does this get?” A partner asked as you worked on your drink.

“It’s a grande, so four, friend!” You offered, kindly. She nodded to you before completing the drink. Before you knew it, you were becoming swamped with questions that these partners should have known. It was concerning to you, because you could tell how long the rest of the shift was going to be. “So, uh. We’re out of black tea. What do we do?” Someone asked, turning to you for an answer.”

“Ask the customer if they would like green tea instead. If not, brew a new batch and have them wait.” You were getting frustrated, but you would never let your co-workers know. They were trying their best, despite the lack of leadership. Every time you looked over, Avery was busy making mobile orders, which would have been helpful if the drive through weren’t so backed up with cars ordering four or more drinks at once. 

“Ahem–uh. Did you forget my drink?” Looking up from the espresso machine in front of you, a man leered over the glass, staring at you. He was unbelievably attractive; tall and thin, with long brunette hair pulled into a loose bun. His eyebrows were raised in a positively condescending expression. Instantly, you didn’t like his attitude.

“Hey there! We’re working on it right now, sir. Should be out in just a minute.” You were excellent at managing your tone with customers, but today was testing you. “It’s already been a minute, sweetheart. I’m already late.” He scoffed, sucking his teeth and showing you the time on his phone. “I’ve been waiting for seven minutes.” And? Not your fault he decided to risk being late in the first place.

“Sir, we’re short staffed and we have cars looped around the building.. It will be just one more minute. I will be sure to take care of you if you’ll just wait for me at the end of the bar.” Without another word, he sauntered off, but the feeling of guilt remained with you.

Of course no one was covering bar two, and everyone in the lobby was waiting for their drinks. You’d have to cover both bars at once. Pulling the first sticker from the machine, you prepared the next drink. Venti flat white, blonde, extra shot, extra hot, no foam, toffee nut. You think to yourself: No, Y/n. Who were you to ever think you could ever get off easy? You sigh and begin to make the drink. As the shots poured and the milk steamed, you stepped off to return to another drink on the drive through bar. 

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath. It’s a venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino made with heavy whipping cream, two extra shots of espresso and extra caramel drizzle. You ran to the cold bar, seeing that there’s no one available to take the drink. Of course Avery. I can do it all. No problem at all. You can go home. I’ll run the store. Shitty thoughts filled your mind as you worked on the drink. Usually, you would never assume this type of mindset, but it was unbelievable to you that Avery would have let this happen in the middle of a Saturday, one of the busiest business days for the company. You finished the drink, placing it at the drive through before returning to the drink on bar two, ‘Pretentious Asshole’s’ flat white. You finished it and all of the extra add-ins before walking it to the end of the bar, setting it down. “Here you go, sir. Sorry about the wait.” You said with a genuine smile. Though he gave you a hard time, you still wanted him to be satisfied.

 “Ugh, you couldn’t even remember to ask for my name? And my drink isn’t hot like I asked for.”

Is this guy fucking serious? “I’m so sorry, sir. What’s your name so I can get this fixed for you?” You pulled out a new cup and a sharpie to write with. He watched as you prepared to scribble his name on the cup.

“Can I borrow that?” He said, nodding to your marker. You hesitated but nodded, handing it over. You watched as he dug into his impossibly tight pocket to retrieve a single dollar. Using the countertop, you waited as he scrawled with sharpie across the dollar bill. “SAM.”

Capping the marker and handing it back to you along with the dollar, he had the nerve to say, “Would have been more if the service wasn’t so shitty. Have a good day, princess.” You would have liked to jump over the countertop and deck him directly in his jaw, ruining that pretty face of his. 

The rest of your shift was absolute shit, but you let relief wash over your body as you clocked out. When you took off your green apron, the worries of your shift fell away too, but the interaction between yourself and “Dickhead” Sam remained far into the evening. How could someone so beautiful be so shitty? Such a fucking waste of an irrestible face.

***

Six thirty came much faster this morning than you wanted, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect it either. You woke up with aching muscles and the worst case of cottonmouth. Five more minutes, you decided, setting a new timer before rolling over. You lied there, skimming the surface of consciousness for the next two minutes, deciding reluctantly to cancel the timer and sit up. As you set your feet off the edge of the bed and on the floor, gravity became your enemy as you became aware of how compressed your muscles felt. Slowly, you stood up, facing the day. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stumbled blindly to the bathroom to pee, wipe the sleep out of your eyes and assess how unfortunate you’re going to look today. Hair? Frizzy. Face. Tired and pale. Great. You spent a few seconds tying your greasy hair into a bun on the top of your head, choosing to go with the easy option rather than the responsible one. On the rough mornings, you always slept as much as you could so you’d arrive at work just before seven. You made sure to lay out your clothes last night so you could jump into them, grab your keys and your purse and head out the door. 

You arrived at work at 6:55. Luckily, the drive through wasn’t clogged yet. The day was young and you knew that the shift on duty would ask you to work the window because you were good at getting drinks out fast. It got busy quickly, but there was no trace of the chaos that you had experienced during the last shift. 

“Good morning.” looking out the window, you see “SAM.” driving up in a black Tesla. His face was still puffy from sleep and his hair hung limply around his face and shoulders.

 “Is it?” He said with a smirk. “Looks like you and I had the same idea this morning. Doing the absolute least to get out of the door.” He flashed you a beautiful smile, his eyes camouflaged by a pair of Raybans. You were learning your way around him, even if he annoyed the living shit out of you. 

“I am deeply offended. I have you know, this look took me a total of thirty seconds.” You gestured up to your hair.

“I can tell, babe. Still gorgeous, though.” You were sure that you heard him wrong. 

“Uh-your to-to-tota–” you began, completely fumbling the sentence. “I can’t speak today. It’s gonna be seven sixty eight.” His grin only widened as he handed you his phone.

You stared at him with an empty impression, not sure why he was giving you his phone. “Apple pay.” 

You swallowed, reaching for the scanner for him to hover his phone over. “Thanks, lovely,” he responded, taking his phone back and shoving it in his pocket. What the fuck is up with this guy? 

You handed him his overly-expensive flat white. You watched as he took a sip, as if quality checking it. “Absolutely delicious this morning. Thanks, Y/n.” 

“You’re welcome, Sam,” You offered with a gentle smirk. “You got it!” Another grin and he’s gone, speeding off from the window. 

***

“Y/n,” Avery addressed you during a shift that next week. “Wanted to chat for a second.” Oh God, what did I do… “A customer called in–said he came in a few days ago…early in the morning I think. Said that you looked super tired…” Oh fuck, here it is. Give me my severance check and kick me out without making a scene, I fucking beg you. “Anyway. They said that you were super sweet and helpful and they also saw you working saturday–I agreed with them when they said that you took charge and were super supportive of the team.” You stood there, leaning against the counter, not sure what to expect. “I think I want you to apply for shift manager.” You weren’t expecting him to say that.

“Oh wow–I thought I was in trouble,” you said with a surprised chuckle.

“Are you feeling guilty?” Avery looked at you with a smirk, before coming beside you and elbowing you. “Seriously, Y/n, I want you to consider it. It’s yours. The application is a formality for all partners in the company. Think about it.” He stepped off to the opposite counter, handing you a sheet of paper, describing the duties of a shift manager including the pay and benefits involved. 

“Did the customer say who they were?” You asked out of sheer curiosity. 

“They said that they were the flat white guy–said that you’d know exactly who it was…” He walked off towards the Back of House leaving you to sit in disbelief. Sam. It was difficult to remove the stupid smile plastered on your face for the rest of the day.

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End of part 1

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[dontcallmeeds]

Since i have that one post still getting notes about my queer Nancy Wheeler takes lets breakdown the library scene!!! I know its been done but by a previously identified lesbian (now queer transman as I’ve always been) who grew up in a small town with adhd/asd who is a full blown Robin kinnie (but also understands Nancy pretty gd well)??? HEHEHEHE LETS GO!!!!

And when I say break it DOWN I mean BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!!!

When Robin goes with Nancy, Nancy seems to agree with her about the whole “oh you think we NEED you” man shit. But then she’s annoyed with her when they get to the library, we can take that as her also being annoying in the car and being into Steve still. But for the sake of this argument, what if Nancy realized she has a bit of a crush on her in the car. She’s passionate like Nancy, doesn’t matter if it’s in a different way, she’s fucking passionate and strongly opinionated. Like Nancy.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” Robin and me are the same here, I’m horribly honest and I apologize constantly because its not that blunt honesty allistics say that they have, its genuine honesty. But when has Nance HAD THAT?! EVER?! Oh wait……..BARB. Yeah it’s always gonna go back to Barb. Barbara had GENUINE honesty and everyone else has lied to Nancy in some way and she’s also lied to people, so she doesn’t think Robin is seriously being truthful!!! She thinks she is being mean and condescending and its goddamn crushing her.

Okay the basement scene is most telling. Nancy is embarrassed she dragged Robin down there. Yes “nothing new” is fucking annoyed, she’s annoyed at herself. Imagine if Steve had gone with her and been in that scene. Now I love Steve, he’s my favorite character, but that would’ve been such a bad scene. She would’ve internalized her shit because Steve isn’t very book smart (i hate the whole Steve is dumb agenda as his number one fan, but he is smart and useful in OTHER ways). Robin fucking is. She’s goddamn brilliant like Nancy and I will die on that hill.

“I don’t know okay? It’s starting to seem like a big waste of time” dude she’s so pissed off at herself. That’s internal, not Robin annoyance. She’s mad she followed her journalistic instinct from the Wayne conversation and dragged someone else, specially Robin, into her hunch. Even though she ends up being the one who is most important in this path!!!

My FAVORITE piece of this scene is “you’re obviously bored, why don’t you call Steve?” The venom in her voice is not heterosexual. It feels like “why don’t you go call your fucking man” internalized shit because (more Barb shit) SHE LEFT BARB DOWNSTAIRS FOR STEVE!!! Broooooo pls your lesbian is showing, that jealousy is only jealousy I’ve seen in myself and other queer people who like women and are jealous of their fucking boyfriends. That level of jealousy was NOT “thats my ex and you’re dating him”. Her facial expressions are sooo fucking reminiscent of her brother’s here in the Rink-O-Mania scene :)))). Queer sibling shit its fine!!

Robin’s goddamn adhd is what fucks this whole thing up much like me being audhd fucks up many of my flirtationships (I’m not saying Robin isn’t audhd but this fandom is…a lot, mostly on twitter and tiktok but still). She mistakes Nancy’s upset with still having feelings for Steve. And I JUST saw a parallel between Nancy and Mike Wheeler that BLEW MY MIND. Someone said “the facial expressions between the six nuggets fantasy is with you convo and the surfer boy pizza convo look like they were going to hurt the other person’s feelings and then got interrupted”. Yup. Yeah YUP!!! I do not believe for a second Nancy still has Steve feelings. I think her fucking comphet was trying to play her for a fool when he took off his shirt in the lake. And Robin wants to be supportive so she gives Nancy that one look. ROBIN YOU GD IDIOT SHE WANTS YOU BRO!!!!

“You do know me and Steve are totally not a thing right?” “WHAT?!” Oh that speaks for its self Miss Wheeler LMAOOOO. It feels like for a moment Nancy realizes how dumb she’s being, that reaction wasn’t her guarding herself anymore. I think in the back of her mind she knows Robin is a lesbian. You can catch her absolutely feral and entertained smile when they pan to Robin coming down the stairs. Like BRO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. Like “of course Steve isn’t with you, dummy, you’re too hot and gay”.

“You’re like one of those unstoppable power couples” NANCY’S EXPRESSION TO THIS SAYS EVERYTHING I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!! I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF HERE!!!! SHE WAS SO ANNOYED WITH THAT, SHE DOESN’T THINK SHE BELONGS WITH HIM AND ITS NOT BC OF STEVE LMAO.

But then the first “platonic with a capital P” we get from Robin…it started to feel like Robin realizes maybe subconsciously what is going on. Its softer. Its not very wingman of her at that point. It feels like “hey the door is wide open”. And how Nancy looks up from her searching but then flashes her that weird smile. Like “yeah okay I guess”.

“In case thats adding any tension between us” yall…..I’ve said this to girls I thought were straight and got that same weird crunched face look Nancy does because it was like a “you goddamn idiot the tension is because i wanna kiss you”. “It wasn’t” further proves my point, like Robin, the tension is because she wanna hit.

I want to tattoo the last look Nancy gives Robin on my body before they cut to them reeling The Weekly Watcher onto the machines, she thinks Robin is a goddamn genius and wants to kiss her on the mouth.

Nancy literally has to walk away when they make eye contact, same bestie.

Okay then the journalist possesses Nancy’s body when she realizes Robin isn’t mocking her so thats it for me reading into this. But Jesus Christ dude. If you watch Natalia’s interviews often like I do, dude that woman is OBSESSED with the queer ships of the show. Other actors have played their characters queer when its not scripted and we KNOW Natalia is gunning for a Ronance kiss. She’s Ronance’s biggest fan. She’s also a vocal Stonathan supporter which may not mean she doesn’t support Jancy, but she got so bored the last time someone asked her about the love triangle. And while I love Megan Thee Stallion and her love of ST…I was like girl do you watch the interviews??? LMAO.

I am becoming a bigger Ronance supporter than I am of my other ships which is BAFFLING. But I DO NOT THINK NANCY WHEELER IS STRAIGHT. I’m starting to fully FULLY believe she’s a lesbian not even gd bi dude.

#whoa buddy i did it again #i literally went off sorry LMAO #but but but but #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #i stand by this #stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler #pro nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley has adhd

[wendys-ash]

daddy you forgot my FUCKING TUCKBOX 🤣

that dude in the pink shirt walking past Oliver

this part makes me remember my first day at uni WHICH WAS THE SAME YEAR 2006

oh look at Farleigh being unnecessarily rude as usual

FOOKIN ASK ME A SOOM, THEN! he’s so creepy

Oliver looks so beautiful in his tie and shirt and he’s got glasses on at the beginning where do they go later in the movie? Felix get him contacts?

Merseyside… that’s where the Beatles are from (by the way hello I like the Beatles) 🥰

Farleigh has a Lucozade.

The way the professor says “Frederica CAHtthn”

Oliver’s essay is so poetic! “To look as if it were alive,” I want him to write an essay about Sylvia Plath

Oh look at Farleigh being rude again. he’s wrong here. and Oliver’s essay style is POETIC.

“fucking loooooosers” MICHAEL EATS THE FUCKING CRUNCHIE THE WRONG WAY EW EW EW -

The cheeky Christmas song is surprisingly catchy!

Felix be like “siiiiiiighhhhhh” “siiiiiiighhhhh” big brown eyes

But look he’s so sweet “CHEERS OLLIE!” 😁

CanyougetmeanotherpintpleezOlivuh

Oh look at Farleigh forcing Oliver to buy the most expensive drink ever, even in 2007 it was like £6-7 for a Jägerbomb IIRC

THANK-YOU OLLEH whoa!

Oliver waking up and remembering and being all happy is so lovely

Omg this music is so beautiful, favourite part of the score I think

“I’ve not sucked any teachers off.” “Not yet, you ‘aven’t…” 😋 GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE FELIX JESUS

Ollie still has his glasses on when do they disappear

“Was it was it was it was it awful?” How many times did he say was it?

no one ever said chirpsing at my uni 😂 I did not go to Oxford

I think Oliver is wearing Felix’s hoodie because Jack Wills was quite sought after back then…

What if Felix looked outside and saw the cherry of Oliver’s ciggie in the dark, that’s fanfic fuel!

“UUUhm…”

IT’S DISGUSTIN FELIX

Ollie’s face after Felix yells at him

Fuucking wood fucking panelling

I don’t like this bit. 😠

Oh look at Farleigh, he’s actually got a nice cardigan on here!

The use of colour in this film drives me nuts, the blue and red light on Ollie’s face when he leaves the pub

From experience, drinking vodka like that at 18/19 most certainly leads to vomit in high places. Awful stuff.

More red. I want to go through the movie and go red red red red 😂 Felix has a red shirt on.

Fucking - I’ve historically been disgusted by men’s body hair but Ollie’s is… acceptable and by that I mean hot.

“Always check the sleeeeeeeeves!” He actually isn’t directly nasty here but still condescending

When they’re running to the bridge it’s one of the most beautiful shots in the movie. And when they’re standing by the bridge. it makes Barry’s eyes pop.

The way Ollie says “it’s not stupid. thank you.” no idea why that’s significant but I just love the way he says it.

“And I believed him.” You can never leave Saltburn, Ollie. Even if you leave that house, you will never leave that house. 🖤

Duncan. Is. So. Scary. What if he’s a ghost who comes with the house like in American Horror Story? Omg

Felix’s tour makes me so happy “Henry VIII’s sPUnk”

I wish we got a better look at Felix’s room. But the bathroom is where the magic happens.

“A sort of… hellish SQUOT.”

Venetia’s EYES and her TEETH and I want to know what she’s reading (or pretending to read)

They all throw innuendos at Oliver until James stops them also “oh my god she’ll die.” SHE FKN DOES DIE and Elspeth’s way of saying “drAping”.

Oh look at Farleigh being rude some more

“It’s rooooood!”

I forgot to check when Ollie’s glasses disappeared

The face Ollie makes after Felix says “Duncan will be thrilled.”

Of course he doesn’t have fucking CUFFLINKS FELIX

Love Pamela’s high collar feather thing here and also I love her hair

Venetia is perfect Venetia is perfect Venetia is perfect WHY DIDN’T OLLIE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON was he trying to show off his physique to Venetia?

“Sweet.” aw I love her

“Niiiiiight…” 😍😍😍😍

James says “morning,” so sweetly!

Oh look at Farleigh being rude again how the fuck was Oliver supposed to know how breakfast is served in Rich Land?

Venetia’s shirt is something I would wear.

“Look, Pamela.” “Oh nooo…”

Those eggs are really undercooked, I wouldn’t eat them either. They’re not over easy at all. They’re extremely sunny side up.

Sorry but Venetia’s legs and flowers in her hair she looks like Ophelia

EVERYONE was reading the last Harry Potter that summer and we all asked questions like that and made dirty jokes! so much nostalgia!

Venetia leaning through the harp and being scared of The Ring… 😍😭😍🥰

All dressed in their finery playing tennis! They all fuck. And sleep in a hamster pile.

“Yes! Do you know him?” 😁 James is so excited and happy about things, I love him!

THE LABYRINTH OF SALTBURN first Theseus ref I caught

Oh here we go

No one can convince me that Felix didn’t do this hoping Ollie would walk in and catch him so he could be like “why don’t you join me,” and that’s fanfic fuel

How many times does Felix bare his neck in the film

Also this has been said by someone else much more eloquently but people who squick at the 🛁 have obviously never felt desire that hurts and EATS you and makes you want to rip their face off and throw up on their shoes and that’s why Saltburn is so compelling to me

(I had to pause here while I got deep)

Elspeth’s drink matches her dress. This scene is so beautiful and the colours are bloody gorgeous and again making Barry’s eyes pop!

“Sexually incontinent” 😬

Those flowers next to Ollie 💖 match the cushions oh god 💖

“Men are so lovely and dry,” says Elspeth. THEY’RE NOT. Not in this movie anyway.

Bye bye Pamela, I wonder if she had to go through the servant’s entrance.

I could just look at Elspeth forever in this scene…

The vampire scene is unspeakably erotic, I don’t make the rules

The light reflected in Venetia’s eyes 🤩

They definitely went all the way after this and Farleigh watched - whoops, another fanfic idea.

The sex music is so sinister!

AGAIN Venetia looks like a goddess.

Oh look at Farleigh GLOWERING at Oliver. so rude.

Felix flings his napkin like a child! 😂

Farleigh is wearing all beige.

“I can wear my suit of armour, Elspeth!” James being a ray of sunshine again

Felix sat over there pretending to be Lolita srsly

Ollie implies Venetia is out of his league but Felix clearly thinks she’s not and also Felix is so jealous here it’s coming out of his hair

Felix’s sideburns ugh 💖

Venetia must be cold on that step 😕

Farleigh is still wearing beige but I like his jumper. Felix’s orange jumper is not his colour.

“But…”

That shot of Oliver

More gushing about how fucking flawless Venetia is but that’s probably getting old now if anyone’s actually reading this good god my ego

I’ve seen Henry before but I can’t remember where. Something funny.

“She had two arseholes!” excuse me what the FUCK

Low was EVERYWHERE THEN. Perfect choice.

Farleigh fancies the fuck out of Oliver. Look at him manipulating the shit out of the spoiled beige-wearing twink!

“I don’t hate you,” no you fancy him

Henry’s sad face when Farleigh snatches the mic.

James is so excited about karaoke.

There was absolutely no reason for Ollie to sing “I need it,” that way.

And. And. “I love you. You pay my rent.” I can’t explain why that does this to me.

Feeelix and Veneeetia waving their arms together is just so very lovely.

What’s Farleigh wearing on his head in bed? Genuine question.

Also no one can convince me Ollie didn’t ride him here I mean who said that (fanfic idea) him and his fucking mad top energy

I expected someone to throw themselves down the spiral staircase if I’m honest. Or Ollie to throw someone down it.

Venetia among the lily pads 🪷🪷🪷🪷

It was pretty hot in 2007 but I don’t think it was hotter than Barbados…

Brit pop is not a band…

I saw Pulp and Sophie Ellis-Bextor last year at Latitude. 💖💖

“PamelaDIED?!”

The wallpaper in the sacred bathroom is just gorgeous. I want it.

Ollie bowtie 😍

Oh wow that little Felix x Oliver montage made me want Atonement AU with Farleigh watching them fuck in the library

I don’t like this bit either. Not good with secondhand shame and embarrassment.

“Always beetling off by himself,” I could write an essay about the insect symbolism in Saltburn

Is Ollie’s dad the same dad from It’s A Sin?

The talking and ringing is so much like sensory overload in real life!

Red and blue again! Same shirt! And Ollie is in blue and framed in blue.

The black splatty painting next to them… 🤩

This song is such a BANGER! I was not a club girl so I didn’t know it before this.

What did the orchid do to offend Elspeth?

Ollie’s jacket is like something Neil Perry would wear in a dream… 🌿

The light flashes off Farleigh’s ring just before Oliver says hello!

Why would Oliver have fat kids? So rude!! Again!

That’s why Farleigh’s hair is so big, it’s full of secrets!

Barry’s FACE. Just his facial structure. The close-ups of his face are just… chefskiss

Duncan doesn’t feel like dancing dancing miniminiminiminiminiminoo 🎶

Most beautiful shots in the movie of Oliver lurking in the shadows 💙 skulking

“You two are fucking gross!” India knows what’s up

OH FOR HEAVENS SAKE JUST KISS YOU MORONS

there’s a lot of fingers in mouths here that I’ve not linked together before…

Felix still cares about Oliver enough to ask him if he feels better 🥺

The carnage after that party, good god.

That magenta colour is everywhere here. The robe, the flowers, the streamers and balloons and debris on the lawn. it’s perfect.

I love the Minotaur statue so much.

Music here reminds me of the soundtrack of Perfume, which came out in 2006.

The sideways shot with the looming Minotaur is pure art.

“Felix, darling, where’s your jumper?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Horrible pie 🤮

Horrible everything

I had a cardigan like Venetia’s back then

I feel physical pain during this scene. my beautiful posh trashy eccentric darling family is breaking apart. 💔

Venetia pouring the wine is so disturbing to me.

James is no longer a ray of sunshine 😭😭😭

Oliver really unleashes the fury on Farleigh. See, being rude gets you nowhere. Hannibal would eat you, Farleigh.

Oh GOD, this HYMN. It’s so beautiful.

James carrying the coffin 😭 and Venetia’s chipped black nail varnish. Poetry about Venetia’s chipped black nail varnish.

Ollie doesn’t get to come to the stone ritual

*siiiiigh* how can something so bizarre be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?

I have to make a joke because I’m uncomfortable, sliiiiightly worried about Ollie getting dirt in places it shouldn’t be and having to make up lies to a doctor about how he got mud in his urethra 😬

Sad room 💔

Venetia be like wtf at Ollie asking about the font

See this is my favourite bit (the whole movie is my favourite bit)

I have fanfic planned about this scene. It will be sad and hot and fucked up.

Venetia’s flushed cheeks 💖😭

Ollie barely reacts when she splashed him in the face. How did he not flinch? He has so much control at this point and he knows it.

More fingers in mouth.

Why is this kiss so hot? And the one tear on Ollie’s cheek… 😭

Ohhh I do not like seeing dead Venetia.

James has no sparkle left 😭 he has a signet ring too though

“BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE TO MOVE ON”

That gardener doing a stupid wave at Ollie 🤔

Ollie doing his Tom Ripley as Dickie Greenleaf bit, he’s even got the hair.

Duncan is still there BECAUSE HE IS A GHOST!

Do we think Ollie slowly poisoned Elspeth? Do we think he slept with her? I think so.

On Ollie’s nonsense screen in the coffee shop the only thing coherent is “milk and cookies”!

“I hated all of you,”

When he pulls the tube out it mirrors the statue I think?? One of the statues.

here we go with the magnificent penis

The euphoria I feel at this ending I swear to god

Holy shit this got long

I asked my SO what it feels like to fling your penis about and he didn’t give me a serious answer

Barry’s arse is ridiculous. 🤬

It’s ridiculous.

I’m gonna make some rocks with the Catton’s names on.

And that is that.

#saltburn #commentary #my thoughts all over the place #that nobody asked for #send help #oh god what am i doing #this is beyond obsession

[cuntwrap--supreme]

My mom's on the phone with the incredibly hate-filled second cousin of my youngest two siblings. I come in the room to ask her to be quiet because I'm trying to find watch Drawfee - which is important, ok? She's been up there discussing how it's bad that there are so many POC (editing this because she used slurs) on airplanes and how she's scared they'll bomb her, and when I go up they've moved to pronouns of all things. I go to pet the cat, waiting for a time to interject, and she says, "Oh, hold on, I'll ask [Leon]. Hey, what do you think about certain airlines just winning the right to pronouns for anyone, regardless of what they are?"

And I'm just like, "I could not possibly care less, and I don't see how you care."

To which she replies, "Well, I'm sorry that I understand biology and know there's only man and woman!"

And I say: "Sure, if you're looking at biology from an elementary school perspective, there is only male and female. But anyone with an education in the subject knows that there's a massive variety in how people are, and there's more than enough evidence to show that someone's perceived birth sex and the way they think about their own self is not always the same. But again: Why does this matter to you? Who is it hurting if someone wants to go by Twig and use xe/xer pronouns? Because I'd love to hear who this hurts."

And this dumb bitch she has one the phone demands to be put on speaker because she could hear me, has me reiterate "for her clarification" (said in the condescending way Matt Walsh might), and says, "Here's the thing, sweetie. There's man and there's woman. That's how God made us. You can live in a fantasy, but you can't deny that."

I say: "You're ignorant on purpose. God doesn't exist. Your kids will hate you in fifteen years' time because you force them to wear political shirts to school, shirts they're too young to understand."

And she says to my mom, "Oh, god! I see what you mean about having lost that one! She's one of the faggots now!"

And my mom just agreed? And says she's disappointed that she's "losing me." Then asks if I think she's wrong for her opinions and I'm like.. yeah? I tell you this all the time? I'll mention a Mexican guy I work with and suddenly it's "I hate all the immigrants." She'll see a commercial with two women getting married and it's "I can't believe those people are allowed to exist." Like. Of course I think she's a dumb bitch.

And this dumber bitch on the phone goes, "Shell, let it go. She's too far gone. Might as well just disown that one!" And she's taken off speaker and they start talking shit about me with me right the hell there. I said, loud enough that this chick could hear, "You're a sad dumb cunt and I hope all your kids are faggy and you die mad about it."

My mom's trying to force me to apologize now. I had "conceded," only to get on the phone and tell her I hope she accidentally shoots herself to death with one of her like 300 rifles, then said I'd call DCS on her if I knew where she lived.

Anyway. I may be violent, but I'm not in the wrong here, and no one can convince me otherwise. It's been like 5 minutes, they're still talking shit about me. And, like, my mom wonders why I don't share shit about myself with her and why I think she's a bad person. Hmm... Maybe it's because her best friend (who shared her views, just more extreme) is someone who likes to larp as an advocate for freedom while simultaneously believing things such as "only whites should be in America," "liberals shouldn't have the right to vote," and "the fags need to be exterminated." I fucking wonder.

#mother #mom #abusive parent #transphobia #transphobes #my mom works in the airport and literally narcs on every poc she sees who is even minorly sketchy... #...bc this vile woman convinced her the minorities are out to do terrorism in random tennessee airports #she literally had a plane to la halted today because it was 'suspicious' that like 80% of the flight was Hispanic..... #as if it's her business who is on a plane. she said they weren't even doing anything. just a bunch of people getting on a plane.. #i can tolerate a lot. i cannot tolerate misplaced hatred. #i have anger problems out the wazoo and i choose to funnel that into vigilante-style defense of people who don't deserve hate #i will 100% fight someone fisticuffs style if i see them being a dick #there's literally so much going on in the world and you're worried about Demin (34) wanting to go by fae/faer?? hello? #you're a clown. clown world. clown shoes. tell me you don't understand the world without telling me. #Tisha who just chose her name yesterday and hasn't figured out how to get a clean beard shave yet isn't your enemy... #fucking rich fucks and governments worldwide are. Garret in his binder can't hurt you. billionaires can. #the kind of people who choose to prioritize shit like pronouns prove to me they're dumb as bricks #people are dying in needless conflict and global shortages of food and housing and you're concerned about Laura using they/them? #you're dumb. second graders surpass you in intelligence and analysis skills and empathy.

[sandutita]

went to see the social worker and a few other people the other day. the social worker seemed judgemental, she always has. i feel like getting my life on track is only up to me now, the only person who can help me is myself and i can't get any support from anyone else. it feels cold and lonely. it'll be difficult. i feel like i'm on my own.

i need to eat better. i need to sleep better. and i have all the help in the world. yet i still struggle. how utterly pathetic and miserable is that? i feel like giving up. i keep on messing up and being weird. everything requires so much effort, even though the little things always end being just that; trivial and meaningless.

it's gonna be such a long journey. so many years of struggling to get the smallest things done and being condescended to by everyone around me. i'm 20 years old but i'm mentally a child, i've always been. i keep on messing up. i keep on not knowing what to do. i'm eternally clueless.

it's gonna be so many years until i can actually be the person i want to be and live a good life. what the fuck am i supposed to do in the meanwhile? writhe in agony in my bed, consumed by sadness and dysphoria?

no. i should get over all that. somehow. but i don't know how. the voice in my head tirelessly judging my every move depresses me. it makes me feel embarrassed to exist. like i should just stay quiet and do nothing, in case i do something bad or make a mistake, like i almost did last friday. i almost did something horrible last friday... that would've been a new low for me. thankfully i found another way out of that situation but if i hadn't... i don't know how i could've gotten past it. like i said: i keep on messing up. i keep on missing the signs. i'm so utterly clueless and stupid. i don't even know how to ride the fucking bus properly and i've been using them for years. jesus fucking christ, i'm a grown ass adult, what the fuck is wrong with me? how can i ever expect to become functional and happy and a person with many fulfilling relationships and much more testosterone in my body?

i don't think i can. i... i don't even know. i never knew. i can never know. the future is the worst thing about my life, because it gives me hope only to take it all away later on. the future is disappointing and uninteresting.

but so am i.

#vent #sadness #dysphoria #disappointing #i can't sleep #my appetite is poor #i keep messing up #nonbinary #transmasculine #agender #if i struggle with the basics of life right now then it'll be about 10 years until i can ever even consider hrt #jesus fucking christ i actually hate my life #and no one even cares lol #i don't know how i can get better #i don't have the energy to put in the effort #weren't the antidepressants supposed to give me energy or some shit idk how this shit works #well they didn't in case that wasn't clear #idk i'm doomed anyway #there's no point in fighting what the universe has been trying to tell me all these years #my post

[alien-affect]

So, I low key for in trouble at work yesterday.

My boss told me that I’m not supposed to ask questions and that it’s considered insubordination. Apparently she emailed HR about me last month because I “question so much”. She told me she’d have to write me up if it happened again.

Now, of course, this didn’t make any fucking sense to me, and I tried to ask how in the world it’s insubordination. So I told her that I didn’t understand, but I would try not to ask so many questions. She said “how do you not understand, it’s common sense.”

Ummm. What.

I told her that I’m autistic, and shit that’s common sense to others isn’t always common sense to me. She was all “well I didn’t know,” but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? She made this assumption that I was being contrary and challenging, likely thinking that it was entirely intentional, and then treated me like I was stupid when I didn’t understand.

Whether or not an employee is autistic, they shouldn’t be treated like that. And there shouldn’t be this attitude that some things are just ‘common sense’. It’s condescending and ableist.

#autism #actually autistic #neurodivergent #ableist nonsense #working while neurodivergent #my post