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anxiouspotatorants · 27 days

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Actually you know what I need to rant about this: while literati is technically a good girl x bad boy dynamic it is written so incredibly well and avoids so many pitfalls and stereotypes that it makes a good girl x bad boy hater like myself (I’m only half joking — I don’t think any trope is inherently good or bad but I tend to dislike most pairings with this dynamic) fall head over heels for their story and relationship.

So much of what makes the two of them work is the contrast between how others perceive them and how they truly are. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people who understand who Rory is as a person (Lorelai, Lane, Paris, Richard and Emily to a certain degree for starters), but she's constantly met with the expectation that she just does good and is supposed to make everyone proud 24/7. Stars Hollow as a group especially are big on this, as seen f. ex. through how Taylor takes Rory's one comment about an inappropriate DVD and twists the whole thing into a censorship crusade and makes Rory its poster-child even though she wants nothing to do with it and tells him so repeatedly. But instead of hearing Rory disagree with him (like he would Lorelai and Luke) he assumes that she actually agrees with him - and why shouldn't she when she's the perfect sunshine paragon of good who would never disagree with her elders? Also her grandparents treat her as incredibly fragile and childlike, like she must be too innocent to ever do anything wrong and so whenever she does something it has to be somebody else's fault (usually Lorelai, but occasionally Jess or whoever else was present). Time and time again Rory is treated like something innocent and naive and weak — but not by Jess. He sees her as a person.

And it obviously goes the other way too. Jess is treated like shit by pretty much everyone else. Either people hate him unprovoked or very much provoked (he did do a lot of pranks in his first few weeks and while I'm a Dean-hater I'm not blind to how much Jess picked fights with him), or they’ve simply given up on him. He tells Rory himself that every authority figure he had back in New York gave up on him too, from teachers to principals to his very own mother. But Rory doesn’t treat him like a lost cause, she treats him like the smart, brilliant and asshole-ish teen that he is. By having faith in him she also often holds him more accountable than others. Where f. ex. Lorelai or the other adults just roll their eyes, Rory physically drags Jess into doing his shifts at the diner. While others write him off, Rory chews Jess’ ear out for not helping Luke more and for willfully making enemies out of the Stars Hollow adults.

They don't put each other on pedestals or below each other. Jess doesn’t try to make a sinner out of Rory and she doesn’t try to make a saint out of him. There’s genuine respect between them. They expect each other to have integrity and treat others with kindness and honesty, and the rest is good old chemistry and common interests.

I particularly love how in so many of their scenes (especially pre-relationship) when they spend time alone they just get to be these goofy nerdy kids. They argue about controversial authors and dig through records shops and eat hot dogs and make fun of each other and try to make each other laugh. It’s not just sexual chemistry as it too often is in a dynamic like this (and often uncomfortably sexual when writing teenagers - looking at you Gossip Girl), and not just well written intellectual chemistry — they have platonic chemistry too. A hell of a lot of it actually.

While I don’t think ASP wrote them through a purely deconstructionist lens on the good girl x bad boy dynamic (if she did plan on writing the dynamic at all), there is something to be said about how where many around them treat them like stereotypes they treat each other like people. To so many people, Rory is a perfect small town princess, a little miss sunshine with booksmarts for days but too delicate and sweet for anything with grit and weight. To a lot of the same people and many more Jess is a pathetic brutish and maniacal lost cause, hell personified in a chainsmoking leather-wearing teenager. But to each other they are actual human beings. Kind and mean and flirtatious and scared and reckless and smart. Rory really thinks that with the right motivation and mindset Jess can be the kind who does (and at the end wrote) incredible things. Jess really believes that with a little more practice and support to step out of her comfort zone she can be the amazing journalist she wishes to be.

They don’t have this stupid «we’re so bad for each other but we can’t stay away» thing that too many trope users rely on and don’t even justify in the plot. Everyone else might think they’re not fit for each other, but they knew they were each other’s person from the very first day.

#where a lot of good girl x bad boy dynamics are about opposites attracting #what draws Rory and Jess towards each other is how much they resonate with each other #the books the weight of expectations and assumptions the passion for more in life #they don't look at each other and see a sexy alien world they look at each other and see themselves #me rant because me unnecessarily passionate about this #again I don't inherently hate the good girl x bad boy dynamic #there's just so many examples of doing it badly out there #like I don't even need the dynamic to be morally good I just need it to be justified in the narrative #and to not just rely on the same old “it's so bad but it feels so good” and relying on stereotypes over actual character writing #Rory and Jess is one of the ways this dynamic is actually done right and it's because ASP doesn't dumb them down #or take the dynamic for granted just because it's popular and bound to have an audience #literati #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #jess mariano #rory x jess #gilmore girls meta #my meta #also extra because I can't contain myself

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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tìtxaw

tìtxaw [tɪ.ˈt’aw] n. punishment

Anonymous Request: Neteyam seeing reader has a bruise or a red mark or something from being bullied and Neteyam sees it and is all “who did this to you” and it’s all comfort cause she’s pretty shook up and she just wants him to be there etc?

Listen to me. Come close. I will never, ever, EVER, delay on fulfilling a 'who did this to you?' request. Nothing beats this trope.

When I pull my hand away from my cheek, I see red on my fingers. "Damn," I whisper, and feel the throbbing pain in my cheek.

Ma'rey got only one strike in before it was all over, but it was a hard blow, and I know I will swell and bleed. I know that Ma'rey is jealous, and bitter, and maybe a little lonely; she has been looking to pick a fight with me for a while, and it didn't help when her brother stepped in to help. He looked like he wanted to hit me too, but instead, drug his sister away, telling her how foolish she'd been to pick a fight with me.

When I turn the corner and see Neteyam there, I realize why Ma'rey's brother had said that. Neteyam looks at me for only a moment before his eyes darken and he stalks wildly towards me, his braids swinging, and he grabs my face, turning it from side to side.

"Ow, Neteyam!" I exclaim.

"Who did this to you?" he asks, his voice low and breathy, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and wild.

I push his hand away. "Just a bully."

"Who?" he demands, his voice harsh, and I wince. He notices, and for a second, his eyes soften. "Who, yawntu?"

"Ma'rey."

His mouth turns down in a disgusted scowl. Ma'rey was promised to Neteyam, she was to be the next Tsahik, and I understand why she hates me. Neteyam fell in love with me, and there was nothing stopping it. Though his parents tried to protest at first, they were the last people to be able to stop him from mating with the woman he loves.

I felt bad, and still do, but Ma'rey has allowed her disappointment to grow into bitter, cold resentment; she has allowed it to consume her, and now, she has attacked the mate of the next Olo'eyktan, the next Tsahik, and I know she will have to answer for this crime.

I see in his eyes, Neteyam wants to dole out the punishment himself.

"Neteyam, please. I am hurt, and I am frightened."

"I will have her banished," he says through gritted teeth.

Knowing no other way to curb his anger, I lean forward, pressing my head to his chest, and wrap my arms around his waist. "I need you," I whisper.

He reaches down, tilting my chin up so that I meet his eyes. "Kiri can heal you."

Kiri is nowhere to be found, but Neytiri is skilled in healing, as well. She applies a salve to my cheek and assures me nothing is broken, and she scowls when Neteyam tells her the culprit.

"We will bring this to your father, and he will decide. The attack was unprovoked?" she asks, holding my upper arm in a tight grip that is meant to be comforting but hurts just a little.

"I was walking her, and she swung her bow from behind a tree."

Neteyam growls. "She will be dealt with."

Neytiri gives him a hard look. "Not by you. I will speak to your father now." Neytiri turns to me, running gentle fingers over my cheek. "You will be okay, and as beautiful as ever, daughter" she says with a smile, and it feels overwhelmingly comforting to finally have some kind words spoken to me.

Neytiri leaves, and Neteyam and I are alone once more. From where I sit, I reach up, grabbing his arm, and pull him down so he must sit, facing me.

"I know you are angry. I'm angry too. But I... am also concerned. I knew she was angry, but not this angry. I worry what she will do to me, or you, or your family. I was so shocked, Neteyam, when the bow hit my face. I couldn't see for a moment, and she tried, well..." I stop and shake my head, hoping to spare Neteyam the details. "If her brother had not stopped her, the fight would have continued, and gotten bloodier."

"You would have killed her," Neteyam says, and I roll my eyes.

"Great Mother, no. But it would have been bad. And I know you're mad, but now, I need the comfort of my mate."

I reach out, taking his hands into mine, and finally, his expression of pure hatred softens as he looks into my eyes, and he pulls me forward, wrapping his arms around me.

"Let your father handle it. Just be with me now."

He pulls me into his lap, cradling me to his chest, and finally, I feel safe. Neteyam's breathing and heartbeat slow down, and so do mine, as he runs his fingers up and down my arms, and hums softly to me.

We will deal with our troubles tomorrow. Tonight, I will lay in my mate's arms, and forget what ails us today.

#neteyam #neteaym x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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team7-headquarter · 7 months

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One thing I love about Team 7 is that they're all bitchy and can be pretty cruel with their words when they want to.

Most of the Konoha-12 teams have at least one member that's gentle and softens the abrasive effect of the other members of the team: Hinata, Choji, Rock Lee... Don't get me wrong, they can be bitchy sometimes.

Sometimes.

The interesting thing about Team 7 is that they are all assholes. Looking back at the Classic, none of them had friends, not really. Maybe a rival, but a friend? They were lonely and stubborn and stupid to no end. Kakashi told them first thing first he hated them and as much comedy as it was, I think it was a reference to this.

They were mean. It you ask me, the role of the gentle teammate goes to Sasuke. Putting his quest for vengeance aside, he tried to be respectful as much as he could, had a good relationship with both Naruto and Sakura, he even kept his mouth to himself most of the time if unprovoked.

If he hadn't had so much trauma, maybe in one of the not massacre aus, I bet he would have been the softer of the three. Because Sakura tries to play the part, but it's never specified why she feels she must keep her personality locked inside her head. Naruto is sweet too, but he has no filters and there's no way his honesty wouldn't be a problem.

Then comes Sai and really? It's a combination of Sasuke's trauma and Sakura's personality and Naruto's bluntness. He's genuinely so so funny because he fits Team 7 so perfectly.

They were giving people mean nicknames and rejecting suitors based on their looks and eccentricity and calling out people on their trauma like???

The biggest menace was their mouths and their judgy tendencies.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #naruto sai #sai #original team 7 #team 7 #team kakashi

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 month

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Chapter 5: You Will Always Have My Heart

Eugene Roe x Violet Elwood

Summary: Eugene didn’t know that love could hurt so much, until he met Violet and then all he could think about was her. As Violet’s condition worsens, Eugene grows to realise just how fragile love is. Warnings: mentions of hospitals, critically ill oc, heart break, grief, death

November 20th 1941

Eugene tapped his foot against the cool, tiled floor of the hospital waiting room, knocking along to Artie Shaw on the radio on the nurses station. Violet was in for a check up with the Cardiologist but she’d been gone a little while now and the longer she was away the more anxious Eugene became.

A few minutes later, Violet pushed open the large double doors and made her way down the corridor to greet him, pulling him in for a hug.

“What happened? What did the doctor say? What’s the…?”

“Eugene calm down,” Violet laughed, pulling back from his arms and cupping his cheek, “Everything’s fine, well as fine as things can be. I’m fine, Gene.” She reassured him, pressing her lips to his. He melted into the kiss, the thoughts rushing through his mind slowed as her lips moved on his own.

“But what…” kiss “did the…” kiss “Vi…” kiss. Eugene gave up trying to speak and instead kissed Violet back firmly, his hand coming to rest on her lower back.

“You talk too much, Gene,” she grinned, smoothing her fingers through his dark locks, playfully pulling at the strands and causing him to sigh at the contact.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Vi,” he mumbled, burying his head into her neck and holding her close.

“I’m afraid that I’ll be the one dying first, Gene,” she smiled sadly, holding him close to her.

The hustle and bustle of the hospital faded around them and nothing else mattered in that moment. All Eugene could concentrate on was the woman in his arms, the woman he loved so dearly.

Violet felt a small tear trailing down her cheek as Eugene held her. She hated lying to him but she knew how upset he’d be if she told him the truth. At least this way they could still enjoy their time together without having the time limit the doctor expected hanging over them. Violet tried to push the doctor's words from her mind as Eugene led her from the hospital and towards the bus stop. She hated being so reliant on other people but as simple daily tasks grew ever harder and even breathing was an effort she knew she didn’t have much choice. As they took their seat on the bus, the exertion of the morning caught up with her and she slipped into a dreamless sleep in Eugene’s arms.

December 8th 1941

Violet was sleeping peacefully in her hospital bed, the early morning light creeping through the blinds, illuminating her pale features. She looked tired, with dark, purple circles painted underneath her bright, blue eyes, her cheeks hollowed and her cheekbones protruding more than they used to. But she was still his beautiful girl, Eugene thought to himself as he pushed her blonde locks from her forehead.

The radio was buzzing dramatically in the corner and Eugene stood to move closer, turning up the volume as the president, Franklin D Roosevelt’s voice filled the room.

‘Yesterday, December 7, 1941 a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.’

Eugene froze beside the radio, listening to the president addressing Congress. The speech continued and he took a seat beside the radio, turning up the volume and listening as the president's words resonated with him.

‘The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost.’

His words flowed out of the radio, sickening everyone in the hospital, no one walked past the door.

‘I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire’

Eugene took in a sharp breath, the US had declared war on Japan. They were going to war. What would that mean for him? For Violet? Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Violet stirred under the covers.

“Gene?” She mumbled sleepily and he was by her side in an instant, smoothing his hand over her cheek.

“I’m here, Sweetheart. I’m here. How are you feeling?” He crouched beside her bed, resting his head on their clasped hands.

“My… chest hurts,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut before she opened them again. She had a procedure the other day and it had taken its toll on her, she was weaker now. Every day seemed like a struggle and he heard one of the nurses mention it was unlikely that she’d be going home again.

“I know, Sweetheart,” Eugene moved so he could lay on the bed beside her and she snuggled against his chest. He could feel her heart beating slowly beside him, lub dub, lub dub.

“What was on the radio?” Violet asked, glancing up at Gene.

He smiled sadly at her, unsure of how to break the news to her, “You know Pearl Harbour was attacked?”

She nodded slowly. “Well the US has declared war on Japan.”

Violet pushed herself up carefully so she could face him properly, “Does that… does that mean you’ll have to go? Go to war?”

Eugene shook his head, “I don’t know yet, but I promise I’m not leaving you unless I have to. You hear me?”

Violet smiled, reaching up but Eugene craned his neck so she could reach his lips easily, planting a small kiss before laying back down.

Violet soon slipped back into her slumber but Eugene couldn’t rest, his mind drifting to the President’s words. What would that mean for his future?

December 11th 1941

“Good mornin’, Sweetheart,” Eugene greeted her, a bunch of flowers in his hand as he moved around the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Good mornin’, Gene, she smiled weakly, reaching out her hand to hold his. He squeezed it gently, pulling up a chair to sit beside her bed. “How are you feelin’ today?”

“She shrugged her shoulders, “Same as yesterday, Gene.”

Eugene nodded slowly, she’d been having a bad week, lots of chest pains, lots of episodes of breathlessness. She was now on oxygen full time and had a nurse coming in every half an hour to monitor her vitals.

Eugene knew that things weren’t going to get better than this, they could only get worse. One of the nurses warned him that she may eventually slip into a coma if she became too weak. It broke his heart to see her suffering so much. She barely ate, most of her nutrition was given via liquid food, and she could barely move. Eugene had taken her for a walk around the hospital grounds in a wheelchair the other day and it was nice to see her smile again.

“How’s your family?” Violet asked, raining her head from the pillow to glance at him, her blue eyes shining brighter than ever but the rest of her seemed to be fading faster by the day.

“They’re okay. They said they’ll be poppin’ by later to see you. Wanted to check on you,” Eugene reassured her. He picked up her hairbrush from the bedside cabinet, smoothing it carefully through her blonde locks. She’d always taken such care of her hair, always neatly curled and pinned, but now it lay flat against her head, lifeless.

“Thank you, Gene. For everything.”

“Of course. I love you, of course I’m gonna look after you,” he pressed his lips against her forehead and she sighed sleepily. “Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?”

“No, no please stay,” Violet shuffled cautiously across the bed to make room for Eugene, “Will you hold me for a while.”

Eugene smiled widely at her, “Of course, Sweetheart.” He slid in easily beside her, wrapping his body around her tiny, weak frame.

December 14th 1941

“I’m afraid it’s not good news, Eugene,” Violet's father explained.

The family were sitting in the waiting room, her mother and sister crying quietly in the corner. Her father had tears in his eyes but he was fighting them, trying to remain strong for his family's sake.

“The doctors don’t think she has long. I’m so sorry, son.” Violet’s father placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before moving back to be with his family.

Eugene was frozen to the spot, the noise of the hospital fading around him into a blur of white noise. The flowers he’d been clutching fell limp to the floor, their petals splaying across the tiles. His mouth was dry, air barely reaching his lungs before it escaped in a sharp breath. He felt his knees buckle, hitting the ground hard, but he didn’t notice the pain. He didn’t feel anything, not anymore.

December 16th 1941

Violet’s breaths were short and shallow, her eyes closed as she rested peacefully against Eugene’s shoulder. Her family all sat around her, their eyes rimmed red and puffy. They had all cried enough over the last few days that Eugene thought he’d never cry again. How could he ever cry over anything else when the worst possible thing had already happened?

“Gene,” Violet mumbled weakly, causing Eugene to jump slightly.

“Yes, Vi.”

“I don’t want to die here, not in this hospital,” she glanced up at him, her hand cupping his cheek. “I want to go back to the lake, it’s our place. I want to go back to the lake, Gene.”

Eugene looked down at her sadly, “We can’t go the lake, Sweetheart. You’re not well enough.”

“Gene, I’m never going to get any better than this. The worst thing that could happen is that I’d die and I’m dying anyway,” she retorted, she understood his anxiousness but at the same time she needed to do this, it was her last chance.

Eugene glanced up at Violet’s family, trying to gauge their reaction. Eugene’s father stood up, giving Eugene a curt nod.

“I’ll bring the car around.”

The drive to the lake was a short one. By the time Eugene had carried Violet out to the car and her mother had carried out her oxygen bottle, her father had brought the car around.

They all bundled in, no one moaning about the tight squeeze or the stuffy air. Violet was sitting on his lap, clinging tightly to the front of his shirt.

“Thank you, Gene, she mumbled, pressing her lips gently to his neck. Eugene had to fight back the tears as he looked down at her, trying to steady his breathing so she didn’t realise he was crying.

When the car pulled up as close to the lake as they could, Violet’s family hurried out of the car, helping carry the oxygen as Eugene carried Violet. They picked a quiet spot, the same spot where Eugene and Violet had their second date.

Violet’s mother lay down a blanket from the back of the car, laying it on the grass so they could sit down. Eugene sat down first so that Violet could sit between his legs, leaning against his chest.

Violet’s mother hovered behind them until her father ushered her away. “Give them some time, Love. She wants to be with Eugene.”

Eugene watched as they walked back to the car, he knew he was hurting but how much pain must they be in losing their eldest daughter?

The sun was hanging low in the sky, just like it had been on their second date. It cast a bright orange glow, like the sky was burning, a lit the flames. The lake itself glowed orange, reflecting the setting sun's rays. It felt as though the whole world was alight.

Eugene grasped Violet’s hands, wrapping them in his own and pulling them close to their chests. He could feel her heartbeat, weak but steady beneath his hands. He could feel her breaths, short and sharp.

“It’s so beautiful,” Violet whispered, her eyes shining brightly in the setting sun and it reminded Eugene of the old Violet before she was sick. The time when they had everything to live for.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled into her hair, burying his face and taking a long, deep breath. She didn’t smell like she used to, of roses and lavender. She smelled clinical, like the hospital. It was as if that place had drained the life from her instead of trying to save it. “You’re perfect.”

“But my heart’s not, that’s far from perfect. I’m sorry my heart wasn’t good enough” she mumbled, glancing up at Eugene, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be perfect for you, Eugene.

Eugene but back a sob, “No, no don’t you ever say that. You are perfect, Violet. God, you are so perfect. Your heart was all I could have ever asked for. I love you so much.” He pulled her in tighter so that she was sat in his lap, her head resting against the crook of his neck.

“I wish we could have had longer,” Violet cried, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, her breath becoming short, small gasps escaping her. Eugene placed the oxygen mask over her mouth, rubbing her back comfortingly as she coughed.

“It’s okay, Vi. It’s alright. We had the time that God decided for us and it was the best time of my life. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that.”

Violet nodded slowly, unable to speak as she breathed as best she could through the oxygen mask. He placed his lips on her forehead, kissing her lightly as he closed his eyes and began to hum quietly. Violet's breathing became slower, shallower as he hummed and she relaxed into him.

Eugene smoothed his hand over her hair, watching as her blue eyes slid closed, small breaths leaving her lips. “It’s okay, Violet. It’s okay to let go, I’ve got you now.” He whispered into her ear, rocking her slowly, “I love you.”

Violet’s body relaxed in his arms, her breathing slowed until it became inaudible, and her heartbeat slowed beneath his hand.

“Thank you, Gene. Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, taking one last deep breath before she fell silent, slipping away from the world. Eugene watched as her body relaxed, her ragged breathing stilled and her heartbeat stopped under his hand. She looked so peaceful, her face no longer lined with worry, but her flesh smooth over her gaunt features. She was finally at peace.

Eugene’s tears flowed freely now, he didn’t want her to see him crying, didn’t want her last memory to be of him in a state, but now he could. He didn’t hold anything back, clutching her lifeless body as if she could anchor him to this world as he fell apart.

“Goodbye Violet,” he sobbed, “I love you.”

December 20th 1941

Eugene bundled some belongings into his kit bag, mainly a few spare pairs of clothes, some smart shoes, and a book for the train journey. His parents were going to drop him off at the station to start his journey to basic training. He’d never managed to tell Violet he’d enlisted on December 12th, it seemed so far away at the time.

His parents were waiting outside as he collected up his last few things, shoving the photo of his family into his book so it wouldn’t become damaged.

The scrapbook Violet gave him for his birthday sat on his bedside table, pride of place. He’d looked through the photos every night since she passed, reading over her words of encouragement. She knew him so well. Each phrase or paragraph made him smile, they got him through each day without her.

As he turned over the final page of the book he noticed a white piece of paper sticking out the edge of the book. He pulled it free, unfolding the paper and revealing a letter written in Violet’s hand. Eugene felt the scrapbook fall from his hands and onto his bed. His eyes trained on the letter.

To My Dearest Eugene,

By the time you read this letter, I will be gone. I wish we could have had more time together, but then all of the time in the world would still not have been enough.

To be loved by you was the greatest treasure of my life. You are a special man Eugene Roe. You filled my life with light and I don’t want you to hide that light from the world. I want you to show the world how wonderful you are Eugene and you have to promise me that you will love again. I know that there is someone else out there for you and I want you to find her. She will be so lucky to have you Gene.

Thank you for everything Eugene, thank you for making me feel special and for loving me despite knowing our ending. I wish you all the luck in the world, my love. I love you with all my heart.

Yours always

Violet

Eugene didn’t find the usual tears slipping down his face but instead, a wide smile spread across his lips. He folded the letter, placing it alongside the picture of himself and Violet, before doing up his kit bag and sliming it over his shoulder. He gave one last glance at his childhood bedroom, unsure of when he would next see it. He walked down the familiar stairs and along the corridor. He looked back at the house he had occupied for the last 20 years, filled with so many memories.

“Thank you, Violet.” He closed the door, following his way down the familiar path and towards the car. He’d soon be in another State on a very different path than he’d imagined but at least he knew that no matter what Violet would be watching over him.

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#heart to heart #Eugene roe x Violet Elwood #eugene roe x oc #band of brothers #Eugene roe

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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Balance

AN: the Met Gala chapter was annoying me so I scrapped it and did one based on his interview with Angie Martinez

Requested? No

Warnings: out of pocket paparazzi, but other than that it's mostly fluff aka Jack gushing about Miriam and how he can't believe he bagged her

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"You always have white stuff spilling out of your mouth, Miriam." Jack teased Miriam as she finished the last of her tiramisu.

"Oh shush." She mumbled, scooping up the last bit of the mascarpone whipped cream.

They were in New York enjoying a lowkey dinner at an Italian restaurant before heading out to a Rangers game. Miriam had some scenes from the movie she was filming there because her character and Rudy Pankow's character had met in NYU. Jack was there to do some interviews to promote his album that was coming out that weekend.

Their phones simultaneously went off. Miriam leaned to an empty chair where she put her jacket and pulled out her phone. It was a text from Beto, who was outside with Jack's bodyguard, saying that there was paparazzi outside the restaurant.

Since the news broke out about the two of them dating, surprisingly, they haven't been papped together. The closest they've gotten to being sighted was from a fan posting a recording them from a distance with the location hours later. They both hated dealing with paparazzi. Mostly because they always got the most out of pocket shit asked.

She heard Jack curse as she replied to Beto.

"Did–"

"Yeah." He nodded, knowing she was gonna ask him if knew about the paps. "There's no back street is there?"

"No." Miriam shook her head.

"Fuck," he sighed. He ran a hand over his curls. "Let's just go, the longer we wait, the more time we give them."

Miriam nodded, motioning their server to bring over the check. They came by and set the check on the table. Jack smacked Miriam's hand away before she could grab for it. He reached for his wallet, pulling out a few bills and slipped them in the folder. They grabbed their things and made their way to the entrance.

"So my dress is kinda short, could you use my jacket as a shield when I get in the car?" Miriam asked. She wore a cream Vivienne Westwood corseted, knit mini dress. She paired the dress with her ACNE Studios chocolate brown leather jacket with brown shearling inside and matching Stuart Weitzman leather platform boots.

"Yeah, we can't have people seeing our goods." He said, taking the jacket.

"Our?" She asked.

"I said what I said."

The hostess thanked them for dining at the restaurant as they exited. Miriam looked down, hiding her face with her curls, and quickly climbed in the SUV. Jack followed closely behind her, covering her so they wouldn’t get a glimpse of her ass.

"C'mon Jack don't be greedy, let us see her ass." Someone yelled as he climbed in.

One thing Jack won't let slide was someone objectifying Miriam, especially in front of him. But Beto closed the door before he could pop out and curse out whoever said that. He sat next to her angry at himself for not defending her.

"Jack, I'm sorry." She said quietly. She felt guilty. Had she worn something less revealing, then the person wouldn't have yelled that at Jack and he wouldn't be mad.

"Miriam, you didn't do anything wrong." He said in a reassuring tone. "And don't try to justify it. You were simply existing and some creep yelled that shit unprovoked. Okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

It was comforting that Jack told her that. Miriam's past partners have always said the opposite and made it seem like it was her fault whenever she'd get catcalled. It didn't matter if it was a college party or just in the streets, they always pinned it on her and what she wore. She felt very fortunate to have Jack. Words can't describe how safe he makes her feel.

"I love you." She found herself telling him.

It caught Jack off guard, but he didn't waste a second to say it back.

The drive to Madison Square Garden wasn't long. Delta hooked up Jack with some VIP tickets and they came with access to a different entrance from those that had general admission tickets. They followed an usher that brought them to the Delta lounge. There they explained all the amenities that came with their tickets and how they could stay in the lounge and watch the game from there or they could get escorted down to the rink. Jack and Miriam agreed that they would rather watch the game in the rink. They were also given custom jerseys with their names on the back and letterman jackets.

They made a pit stop at concessions. Miriam wanted a pretzel and a drink. Jack also got some water and popcorn for himself. They thanked the security who escorted them to their seats.

Miriam took a picture of the rink for her Instagram Stories, adding 'Elle Kennedy prepared me for this.'

"Who's Elle Kennedy?" Jack asked her, reading over her shoulder.

"She's an author who wrote like two hockey series, so all my knowledge on hockey is coming from that" She said.

"Damn, I don't know shit either." He said.

"Your mom told me you dated the captain of your high school's hockey team." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"She played field hockey and we never discussed it because we mostly spent our time in the back of her mom's minivan." He said coyly.

"A simple 'she played field hockey' would have been a fine response."

During warmups Jack and Miriam were shown on the jumbotron along with other celebrities. Miriam was shown first. “Here we have Miriam Dominguez, fashion icon and actress. She is known for her roles in ‘In the Heights' and ‘What We Saw’. Her movie ‘The Lies We Vow To’ that she’s starring alongside Oscar Isaac, comes out June 18th, but will be shown at Cannes later this month.” The announcer said with her verse on ‘96,000’ from ‘In the Heights’ playing in the background.

The jumbotron panned out to her. She gave them a shy smile and turned so that Jack could get full attention as the announcer listed all his accomplishments and how his album was dropping that week. She smiled as he took in the cameras. He was in his own world, dancing along to Nail Tech as it played.

The couple was in their own little world laughing and talking while watching the game. Miriam’s whole body was turned to Jack. She held onto his arm while his hand rested on her thigh. Suddenly cheers and whistles filled the arena, making the couple look up at the jumbotron.

Cameras were pointed at them for the kiss cam, they ruined their moment. Miriam pulled away and sat straight. Jack waved at the kiss cam to move away from them. It moved onto another couple who happily took in the cameras.

During one of the breaks, Jack and Miriam went back to the VIP lounge to watch the last of the game so they could avoid the crowd when it ended. Miriam excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Jack to entertain himself. He saw a post of him and Miriam waiting in line at concessions on Twitter. The tweet itself made him snort when he read it: “Why is Miriam always eating up Jack with her outfits?” He decided to retweet it with, “that’s because i’m always eating her out 🤝🏻 balance”.

***

The following morning Miriam flew out to LA while Jack stayed back in New York. They were going to meet in Louisville for the Derby. Jack still had to do some radio interviews. Luckily he was at his last interview with Angie Martinez.

"This is the type of shit that would make a girlfriend jealous." Angie pointed out as she and Jack discussed how he's a friendly person by nature but people take it as him being flirty. "Wait, you do have a girlfriend, right?"

Jack felt his cheeks warm up. He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm spoken for." He smiled shyly.

"Can I ask about you guys?" The radio host asked.

"You can ask, but…" he trailed off.

"We'll see if I get an answer." She finished for him

"Exactly." He nodded, making her laugh.

"I'm just curious how you two met." She continued.

"Because Miriam is way out of my league?" He asked, in a playful tone.

"It's not even about that. It's just that you've been seen, associated with a range of women that no one really knew the type of woman you'd go for."

"I mean I like all women. But I gravitate towards women with confidence; someone who's smart that can carry a conversation with me without it feeling forced. I really like sweethearts and not the type that infantilize themselves to seem innocent. I don't like any jerky or toxic energy. Miriam has all those qualities and more. We balance and compliment each other really well. She is that person who's pretty closed off until she lets you get to know her. Then you see her personality shine through."

Angie stayed quiet, trying to figure out her response but Jack continued. "To answer your initial question, we met last January at a soccer game in LA. Her dad is one of my favorite soccer players growing up, still is. He's a phenomenal athlete. That day LA Galaxy was playing Chelsea, my favorite team and the team her dad played for, and they happened to be sitting in the same section as I was. I made conversation with Miriam because her dad went to meet up with friends, but we stayed behind. That same night a friend of a friend was hosting some dinner and invited me. She was there with her sister. We talked some more there then I slid in her dms as a friend."

"How do you slide in someone's dms as a friend?" She asked him.

"I can't reveal too much about that. Just know, what I did worked." He said coyly.

"I'm assuming, you guys have been together for a few months." She said.

Jack nodded. "It'll be a year in July."

"Oh wow, I was thinking it was brand new."

"Nah, we've been together for a while."

"How were you able to keep your relationship hidden for so long?"

"We didn't keep our relationship hidden, we kept it private." He corrected her. "We told those who we want to know and who we trusted to respect our relationship and our privacy. Honestly, I could have just told you 'yes I'm dating someone' and moved on when you asked me. But I trust you, I trust that you won't manipulate what I tell you about me and my partner to make it seem that my relationship with her is something completely different from what I told you. You know."

"From the bottom of my heart I really appreciate that. I hope that I didn't cross any boundaries." She told him sincerely.

From there they talked some more about the singles of his album, how he featured Young Miami in the Nail Tech music video, briefly mentioning Miriam's unplanned cameo. They discussed his trip to Turks and Caicos with Drake then veered off to the album's features and how Jack was able to bring them to the album.

"Are any of the songs in your new album about her?" Angie asked, cautiously.

Jack tilted from side to side, contemplating. He adjusted his mic wnf spoken into it. "She'll know if they are."

Taglist: @cherryxcreme @heavyhitterheaux @carma-fanficaddict @youngharleezyxo @youngharleezy @babyharleezy @that-90s-girllll @alinaharlow @whywontyoulovemecami @meyocoko @harlowcomehome @nattinatalia @webinurcloset @gassyandsassy1 @jackharloww @awhore4moree @noescapricho-essentimiento

#jack and miriam #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 4 months

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omg thank you sm for answering my ask (I'm 🌠)

I have another ask for difh!jk (which is a little inspired from that one i love you scenario anon)

okay so what would difh! jk do if on one of the family reunions oc got rlly drunk (everybody else is a sleep) and started being all lovey dovey with him. Like telling him that she loves him and trying to kiss him on the lips which is extremely intimate by her standards. Would he be a little flustered or enamored with it? Or would he just ignore it entirely and brush it off as a drunk stunt?

No worries 🌠 anytime 😉

"You know you're like really good at sex right?" I slur out taking another sip of wine. "Like reeeaaalllyyy good at it" I continue and sway side to side. "Okay why don't we sit you down here and let me take care of this for you" Jungkook says and takes my glass away from me.

"Hey! I wasn't finished" I pout. "Trust me you'll thank me later" he states and pours it out in the sink and instead brings me a glass of water. "I don't want water" I whine. "Just drink it already" he orders and I end up doing as he says knowing it'll do me good.

"You know what else? I think I'm kinda starting to like you. I like the way you smell, I like seeing that you love our children, I loooovvveee it when you give me head so I don't know, I might actually love you" I say and pull him down to sit next to me on the couch and cuddle up close.

"You're really cute when you're drunk angel but I really think the alcohol has poisoned your brain because I know for a fact that you don't love me" he says gently pushing me off of him when I try to kiss him.

"Well how do you know that?" I say crossing my arms over my chest, pouting like a four year old. "Because you've never cuddled me, You've never tried to kiss me unprovoked, you hate that I come around all the time without calling you first. I do believe you when you say that I give you good head though. That you got right" he tells me and I laugh because I can't help but think he's the funniest person in the world in the drunken state I'm in.

"Finish up that water and I'll help you walk over to your room" he says and stands there while watching me drink. I pause momentarily to say something but he rudely interrupts me and tells me to hurry up.

Once I finally finish I glare up at him and he looks down at me clearly amused by my behavior.

"Good girl" he says and I can't help but feel a fire start burning in my stomach. "You can't just say things like that" I say and throw my face into my hands.

"You're the one that said that I'm really good at sex and give good head" he says. "Shhhhh you're being too loud!" I say in a not so hushed tone.

"Angel you're being louder than I am. Now come on off to bed" he says and helps me stand up and takes me to the door of the room that my husband and I are sharing.

"Goodnight love" he whispers in my ear and I shudder in response leaving him smiling and he walks away before I can respond. Closing the door to his room a few seconds later.

(This kind of shows a bit of the intimacy and aftercare that he would like to have with oc but she never lets him and would be absolutely mortified if she found out. Which she does, and she was mortified but he didn't tell her until the next time they were alone together)

Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @00frenchfries00 @bangtans-momma @coralmusicblaze @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater @marvelbun @j3nni-rs @evidive @beomieboi @forevrglow @jesssssmaybankk @teugiie @chaconnelatte @whoa-jo @snehal @xumyboo @mindurbuzznezz @diorh0seokie @hehurst23 @caro134340lina @ye0nvibezzn @olimpiiaa @hrtsj1m @junecat18 @ellesalazar @babycandy111 @felixz4life @lively-potter @esther-kpopstan @gyukookswhore @iveivory

#do it for him #ask #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #kpop #fanfiction #kpop fanfic #bts #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader

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inklores · 10 months

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domestic miguel headcanons that rot my brain <3

⁎⋆ miguel has definitely gone four days without eating once. whether it's a dismissive assertion that he is able to do so with his enhanced dna or is expected to sacrifice niceties as the leader of a sprawling spider society, he won't stop until he's finished his work for the day (or night). no doubt when jess finds out, she programs lyla to send her an alert when miguel misses more than one meal per day so she can personally grab him by the ear and demand he drinks some water.

⁎⋆ he likes stimulating games, when he has the time for it. chess + checkers with lyla as his partner (anybody else would be an easy win in his opinion), but he prefers other games more. newspaper sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, crosswords. anything that requires a bit of mental tinkering and keeps his brain busy.

⁎⋆ wears cozy slippers with his suit when he’s working after seeing how comfy peter b. looks. lyla has pictures.

⁎⋆ he adamantly takes his coffee black. anything lighter and it doesn't keep him roused the way he needs it to. he’s a keurig in a mug type of guy. definitely has a cup that reads “ok but first… coffee” on it.

⁎⋆ his love language is physical touch. miguel is a man of few words. he knows he comes off as uncaring and frigid. always task-oriented. never candid or emotional. his mind knows no bounds but his thoughts always tangle on his tongue. instead, he prefers little gestures. a gentle scrape of his knuckles against a shoulder, a hand on a shoulder, a pat on the back and a rare grunt of approval. i can see him doing that thing where he cups a waist when he has to get by.

⁎⋆ on the rare occasions he gets sick, this man turns into a CHILD. one, he's mad he can't work as efficiently. two, he hates feeling weak and vulnerable. he feels he has to compensate for his lapse in ability and over-works himself to the marrow, forcing lego spider-man to secretly plant an A/V bug in his residential unit that peter b. nicknamed "the baby monitor."

⁎⋆ he likes the soothing security of weighted blankets. after holding the multiverse together, it's nice to be held by something.

⁎⋆ he has chronic migraines and aches as a result of his photosensitivity. hence, some perpetual aggression sinking into his bones. it's why his laboratory is usually dark and his computer monitor displays a warm orange tint to reduce strain.

⁎⋆ he likes reading but doesn't always have time for it. he really likes periodicals and journals that most spider-people would find too boring to read, making him feel more intellectually superior.

⁎⋆ after jess disclosed her pregnancy, miguel began drafting plans for a daycare in hq. no heads-up, no formal dedication, just a casual renovation for a totally unprovoked child-caring facility. sure, it wasn't canonical for spiders to successfully start a family, but if they could... miguel knew firsthand that it had to be protected. for jess and her kid, and yes, peter b. and mayday. though he had a knack for charring some fried nerves, peter b. once inquired about the bizarre construction and upon finding out, he smiled, and never brought it up to miguel.

⁎⋆ he's such a present and absent dad to the younger members of his squad. yeah, he indulges pavitr in some vada pav and chai and weathers a verbose tangent about his latest save or his girlfriend but he also curls his lip at hobie's "screech" (AKA guitar riffs) and mutters about his piercings.

⁎⋆ he's really good at styling girls' hair. nothing too crazy, of course, but out of all the ponytails that swished around on the soccer field, gabriella's was always the most in-tact after a game. one mom even asked miguel if he could tie her daughter's hair similarly. he got so cocky after that.

⁎⋆ he goes to the strength & conditioning gym really early in the morning. like really early. people speculate that he’s nocturnal. but the gym is most likely empty then and miguel prefers that. he also works out to unwind, especially when he’s stressed tf out. and he’s always stressed, hence, big man bod.

⁎⋆ the spiderman 2099 burger was a birthday gag gift from peter b. but miguel secretly liked it so much, that it was no secret it stayed on the commissary menu.

⁎⋆ the first time his fangs extended after the spider gene splicing accident, he cut through his gum and lip and has a small scar there now.

⁎⋆ college age!miguel was so arrogant. girls thought it was charming but he was really, genuinely smart and had a job at alchemax already lined up before he graduated. he was probably popular. cocky, sarcastic, daddy-issues latino man with a big brain and big everything, c’mon.

⁎⋆ he snores really loud. he has those “dad sneezes” that sound like the whole house is coming down. with all those enhanced-hearing spiders, there have been rumors of a loose feral animal when miguel takes a nap or has allergies.

⁎⋆ when he’s not stressed and angry, miguel is tired and nerdy. he has a whole degree in genetics and worked as the head scientist at alchemax, i KNOW he is just as much of a dork as the other spiders.

⁎⋆ peter b. made fun of his airfoil cape once. “spider-man doesn’t wear a cape!” miguel still doesn’t forgive him and he def won’t forget it.

#⁎⋆ ꙳✧∘ hc’s !#he’s such a cozy dork #i have so many more #fanfiction #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #miguel spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #into the spiderverse

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 6 months

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remembered a recent rant in the main katara tag that was basically like "im unhappy with katara's arc. frankly zuko's is perfect but ending up with katara would've made it even better" and their reasons for being unhappy with katara's arc were that. she didn't end up with zuko & basically all the normal anti kataang anti maiko stuff

and honestly it just tells me that these people don't actually care about katara or any of these characters for what they are in the show because for me even if katara didn't end up with aang or was implied to be with zuko or haru or didn't end up with anyone - i would still absolutely love her character arc and praise it the way i do now. being disappointed that your ship didn't become canon is fair but hating a character's arc (an objectively good one btw) just because they didn't end up with who you wanted them to end up with is. interesting to say the least

ALSO imo it's an incredibly assholeish move to put that shit in the main tags unprovoked :))

Well, plenty of the worst zutara fans are pretty big assholes, so no surprises there.

And like I always said, they don't actually care about Katara. They just know that "female character was done dirty by the writers" is a popular argument online AND allows them to pretend their stupid ship war over is actually a feminist struggle against the patriarchy.

#anti zutara

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lokisasylum · 7 months

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All jokes and memes aside, lemme address something...

Because I can't have ya'll coming here preaching & crying about how much you love Jimin...while following many akgaes here on tumblr disguised as something else.

Now usually I don't like name-dropping because this does bring unwanted attention to said people. But it urks me the amount of my followers still following these akgaes, which I myself have had blocked (some even years before the pandemic started or going full Solo), due to how disgusting and shady these people were towards Jimin every single day.

The first two are: reflections/in/a\critical/eye & P*ppertaemint

Both are moots & also multi-stans (alot of their followers consist of sh*wols & ex*ls).

Both used to make hella shady posts about Jimin, from downplaying his talents & position in the group to even blaming him for overall shit.

Both now pretend to care about j*kook, make the occasional post about J*min for engagement but then use it as an excuse to CONSTANTLY drag PJMS in the following ones (i dunno what back-alley-dumpster-fire side of twitter/X they LIKE to hang out in, but notice how they ONLY have NEGATIVE things to say about PJMS in general while never actually sharing anything from JiminReport accounts where you see v-solos, jk-solos & even bl*nks being the most vile 24/7 unprovoked).

P*ppertaemint used to constantly compare and accuse JM of "copying" T**min, simultaneously setting him up for hate from other t**min stans.

A curious detail here is that both acc drag TK horribly, yet get likes from the same armys (and shippers) who get mad when pjms drag them during arguments with their solos (so its A-Okay for multistans to drag them to hell, but its a no-no when its internal lol).

Another account is: "cake//jerry"

This is a notorious troll acc & jm akgae who changes accounts when they get called out/exposed. (they once even admitted to creating their acc to hate on all members when they can).

Another acc who pretends to care about j*kook for engagement and validation, but can say the most vile things about JM while answering to Anons. An example of this is when JM dropped that pic with jk for his bday she wasted no time body-shaming him in the most disgusting matter which quickly got her ratioed.

she even shaded Jk for posting that pic of his back. Calling him a cheap copy of jin "who did it first years ago" (Fun Fact: jin wasn't the one who posted that photo of him shirtless. It was another member to show how wide his shoulders were. And I'm pretty sure it was around Spring Day era).

And last but not least: "beaut*ful//person//peach"

Oh booooy... where to start...

One or two years before the pandemic they were a fake ot7 acc, and a closet taekooker who gave free-passes to tkers and antis to drag JM through her Anon Asks. They even encouraged & laughed with them.

Eventually they got exposed and bullied off of tumblr before coming back half-way through the pandemic under a "new" version of their past-username. And now allegedly "cares" about j*kook, still acts shady towards JM & is also another account that LOVES to obsessively drag pjms.

Like I said before, I don't care who you follow aside from me. But don't come to my blog (with your cheap burner accounts) pretending you care about Jimin, shading other members and then laughing with these akgaes/antis through the back.

#leave jimin and pjms alone #I see all I know all #if you agree with them I will know #if you laugh or like their posts talking smack about jimin or pjms I will know too #No se asusten PREOCUPENSE #jikook

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roomofshroom · 1 year

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kyman headcanons part 2 !!!! SFW (cartman oriented!!!)

since yall liked my kyman headcanons so much i thought id give it another try and write down sum more ! :D

part 1: here

cartman would plan little fucking schemes to see if kyle really loves him (text him from a fake instagram profile, pay a girl to make a move on him, shit like that)

motherfucker craves attention so much, so he like pretends he's sick or dying or that something really serious happened to see if kyle comes running to him

kyle quickly realizes this is not a one time thing and is really annoyed w him but manages to come running everytime cartman pulls something like this, eric always treats him with a big smile when hes at the doorstep ("you came! :D " "ofc i came you said ur fucking mom was dying?! where is she?" "oh she just went shopping" "so you made it up?! you know how fucked up that is?!" "technically, my mom IS dying, we are ALL dying every second of every day ever since we were born, kHAL...")

cartman uses like an unhealthy ammount of emojis in every message, sends shit ton of tiktoks, reels, youtube shorts and has a completely different types of conversations w kyle on every social media platform all at once (like on instagram he's venting to him about how he doesnt feel appreciated enough by the world while hes sending him memes on discord and streaming himself playing fall guys or smth i dont fucking know)

kyle's style of texting is very simple, he doesnt like long messages, he doesnt really send memes or tiktoks or anything but he religiously watches everything eric sends him, responds to him asap and writes medium sized messages with emojis because cartman is super fucking clingy and goes on a rampage if kyle doesnt respond for more than 3 hours or if his response isn't "enthusiastic" enough (*eric sends a meme of cats with a "this is so us" comment* kyle: <3 eric: do you hate me? kyle: no wtf i dont??? why? eric: idk just seems like you hate me)

cartman hangs out w kyle's mom and makes kyle's mom unknowingly share embarrassing details of kyle's life just to tease him w the information later, they also look through baby pictures together

eric and kyle's mom love gossiping together and they watch say yes to dress together and critique the dresses ("the mermaid style dress with HER LEGS!? i thought she'd wanna show them off!" "yes, such a shame, wasted potential")

sometimes cartman just goes to kyle's house solely to hang out with his mom ("oh hey cartman, i wont be able to hang out today, i need to-" "no worries, I'm here to watch tlc w your mom")

cartman's love language is words of affirmation, obviously, and he makes kyle say everything he loves about him at least twice a week as a "communication exercise, so that their relationship stays good and they both feel appreciated" (its honestly just a way for eric to get praised, he loveeees that shit)

he knows kyle's love lang is acts of service (hes known him for years, kyle didnt even need to tell him) so while he's at his house he'll wash the dishes and fold his clothes but he won't admit to it, he actually hides it and feels embarrassed, kyle just knows ("hey, did you clean my room while i was downstairs?" "no?" "look, its clear you did, just say so" "i don't fucking know what you're talking about, khal" "...thank you, eric" "...shut the fuck up, jew, as if I'd touch your dirty ass room")

cartman's actually very shy with showing affection when its just two of them and when kyle says something sweet unprovoked, cartman usually blushes and shuts him down, turns it into a joke or straight up ridicules kyle ("you're actually very pretty, cartman" "yeah, you're pretty too... pretty gay, HAHA")

kyle's shy with showing affection in front of others and cartman fucking takes that and runs with it sometimes, doing everything to make kyle uncomfortable, he's being all lovey dovey infront of kenny and stan to see kyle cringe internally and awkwardly smiling on the outside to 'not seem like a bad boyfriend' (cuz when he once couldn't take it and told cartman to shut the fuck up, cartman got fake sad and stan came to kyle afterwards and gave a speech about "sometimes having to put up with stuff you don't like to make your girl, uhm sorry, to make your... significant other happy")

#kyle broflovski #kyle x cartman #kyman #sp kyle #kyle x eric #sp eric #sp cartman #sp kyman #south park headcanons #kyman headcanons #eric cartman

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dragondemoness · 2 years

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Part 2 of Reader holding their face with Kaede, Himiko, Kyoko, Tenko , Mukuro, Akane and Hibiki from SDRA2

Just a note, I don't know a lot about Super Danganronpa Another, but I know enough about Hibiki and Kanade to write for them, or their personalities. However, this doesn't mean I'm taking requests for them. I'll let this one slide, but it's gonna have to be a one-time thing because I can't really write for fangames

But I do hope I did a good enough job in this case

Kaede, Himiko, Kyoko, Tenko, Mukuro, Akane and Hibiki Otonokoji with a Reader Who Holds Their Face in Their Hands

Kaede Akamatsu

She's a little surprised at first

"Um... Sweetheart, what are you doing?"

"Giving you affection."

"Oh. Well, carry on then.”

it’s a little weird to her at first, but soon, she’ll be the one doing it to you

Himiko Yumeno

Sleepily blinks at you

“Nyeh... What are you doing?”

“Giving you love and affection.”

“Okay, I guess...”

She’ll often end up falling asleep while you do this

Kyoko Kirigiri

Blinks

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Loving on you.”

“Alright then.”

Little odd, but she doesn’t hate it

On rare occasions, she might do it to you

Tenko Chabashira

Male Reader

Stiffens and gives you a weird look

“Um... What are you doing?”

“Giving you affection?”

“Ugh! That’s weird! (...) I didn’t say stop.”

She’ll let it slide, but don’t do it unprovoked

Female Reader

Curiously tilts her head at you

“Whatcha doing?”

“GIving you love and affection.”

“Awww! That’s so cute! C’mere!”

Then she’ll pull you close and kiss you

She’ll definitely do it to you

Mukuro Ikusaba

Stiffens and stares at you in surprise

“Um... What are you doing?”

“Giving you the love you deserve.”

Tears up a tiny bit

It’s odd, but it’s so sweet and she loves it

Akane Owari

Gives you a weird look

“Uh... What are you doin’?”

“Oh, just giving you affection.”

“Well, this is a little weird, but I don’t mind, I guess.”

She finds it weird at first, but she doesn’t hate it

Special Character: Hibiki Otonokoji

Stiffens and gives you a weird look

“Um... What are you doing?”

“Giving you love and affection.”

“Well, this is a weird way of doing it. (...) Hey, I didn’t say stop!”

She doesn’t like it if you do it unprovoked, but it’s not the worst thing in the world

#danganronpa #super danganronpa another two #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #kaede akamatsu x reader #himiko yumeno x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #tenko chabashira x reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #akane owari x reader #hibiki otonokoji x reader

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raeflora · 26 days

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I find it weird how so many in the GG fandom love Nate but hate Chuck. I'm not a fan of either, but I don't find any of the main characters likable enough, though they're entertaining but I don't understand their logic. Nate made numerous comments that were questionable throughout the show and enabled and defended Chuck's mistakes and in season 6 he dates and sleeps with a teen as a grown man with a business. If he looked unattractive I'm sure people would criticize him more for it but he's charming enough for them to hypocritically sweep it under a rug. Nate told the police they couldn't talk to Sage because she's a minor and also complained on a date with her about it being too high school for him. He also made a weird comment trying to convince someone to go to a party because there would be grown women dressed like schoolgirls there among other comments. Chuck isn't better than him and Nate is more likable most of the show, but while Chuck's misdeeds weren't handled realistically enough it was acknowledged to some extent while Nate's was swept under a rug in the show. Nate sleeping with a minor was treated like a rich people thing since when he told his grandpa a grown woman was sleeping with him as a teen his grandpa talked of it as normal while Rufus who wasn't rich had a critical reaction to an adult sleeping with Dan as a teen. Miss Carr wasn't rich enough to walk away without backlash, so fans reinforcing the lack of backlash Nate got in the show and hypocritically being woke in Chuck's case to harass real people over a serious issue for stan wars sickens me. I don't even ship Chair and I find it disturbing and disrespectful to people who deal with shit in real life. It feel like they don't really care about the issue they're preaching about. Also most will go on about Blair being mistreated because of ship wars and stan Blair but will much lesser acknowledge the way she treated victims of abuse and slut shamed women as if they are less important because they aren't favorites. Her publicly outing Dan as Miss Carr's victim for her personal agenda was wrong and her doing things like making Eva out to be a prostitute less worthy of respect was distasteful. People judge others for enjoying Chuck's character and while Blair is more likable she was messed up and not someone most would get along with in real life. While I ship Dair I find it hypocritical how some Dair fans will unprovoked be self righteous about shipping them and say shit like they're less retarded than Chair fans while liking Blair who was messy and would likely not support abuse victims if it got in the way of her personal goals and would actively bully them instead. I confronted someone over this and they got offended over me calling them self righteous even though they were offensive first, accusing me of not really shipping them. I hate how people have to act like their side of the fandom is perfect and judge others for what they like in fiction.

hi!! so truthfully after yesterday I wasn't entirely sure where this ask was going but I think I get ur point. obviously I just wanna reiterate that I'm a chair shipper but I agree that a lot of nate's behaviour is overlooked bc he's attractive. like u said there are extremely vocal chuck haters who love nate as if he hasn't done plenty of problematic things too. I think that to a certain degree some fans have a selective memory and are quick to list bad things 1 character has done but conveniently ignore or excuse another character for worse or equally bad behaviour. ultimately for me gossip girl is a show about "bad" people so the idea that they all have to be made to be likeable goes against their character, none of them are meant to be especially good or nice and there's nothing wrong with that. obviously it really depends on the individual, but I think this idea that dair is morally superior to chair is kinda ridiculous bc at the end of the day it's a 00s teen drama where all the characters are varying levels of "bad" and like u said it's hypocritical too

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manofmanymons · 3 months

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(Possible spoilers!!) Have you ever thought about how maybe one of the reasons why Kaito gets so upset whenever someone claims to "know" what Miu wants/likes is because that's probably what her stalker did? Claim to know her better than herself/her family?

I think about these siblings and their past a lot lol. I'm so curious how their personalities and their relationship must've been like before the incident. Hope you have a good day!

Yes! It seemed like that guy made a lot of claims about what Miu wanted and how she felt that weren't true but that their parents believed anyway. Seeing as Kaito is generally the one who's more hung up on what happened back then (namely that he didn't notice sooner and stop it), it makes sense that that would be why he overreacts to anything that even slightly reminds him of it. If the last time someone tried to tell him they know what she wants, they were trying to manipulate him into letting them hurt her, he wouldn't exactly be keen on letting anyone else get away with it, even if their intentions are innocent.

On that note, hot take but I think that whole situation is also the reason he gets Weird™️about Takuma asking about what he loves about Miu. Cuz understandably I feel like most people's initial reaction to him saying he's not into his sister seemingly unprovoked is "hey what the fuck?" But like,,,in the context of everything they've been through, I can see how being asked if there's some reason he cares about her so much would read like an accusation to him. Like he was being compared to that guy. I mean, it kinda was a weird question to begin with--why would he need a reason to care about his sister?

Slightly unrelated tangent but I personally always found it weird that the other characters acted like it was weird that he worried about her so much. Like bro that's his baby sister. She's 2 apples tall. Even without the tragic backstory any half-decent brother would be worried alkkfdjak.

Anyways on the note of what they were like in the Before Times, just the other day I was telling one of my friends about how much I love MarineAngemon as a partner for Miu. Bc thinking about how...oh hell I haven't played this game in a MINUTE, I think it was the fake Syakomon(?) that accused her of pretending to like things she hates and hate things she likes + how she loved how cute the amusement park mons were + the way Kaito talks about her I feel like he's not actually being totally delulu about how cute she is. I feel like she probably did act a lot more cutesy but stopped because of Certain Life Events. So having her mega be something very small and very cute but still very strong is Neat, I think. Like she got a piece of her real self back and isn't so afraid of it anymore.

I'm also pretty positive that Kaito's always been a doting loser alfdkja. Like,,,his response to Minoru being worried about him letting Miu boss him around was just "hey how long do you think I've been doing this big brother thing for" lmao. Literally 0 backbone on that boy. As long as it isn't dangerous, Miu gets whatever Miu wants ToT And Miu saying he used to always pat her head wtf why are they so cute.

ALSO I NOTICED THEY BOTH REFER TO TAKING DOWN THE MASTER AS GOING AFTER THE "FINAL BOSS" SO YOU CANNOT TELL ME THEY DIDN'T PLAY A LOT OF VIDEO GAMES TOGETHER. NERDS WHO BOTH USE VIDEO GAME TERMINOLOGY IRL I LOVE THEM.

Anyways thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about Miu and Kaito again, I miss them dearly every day of my life and think about them constantly.

#digimon survive #i did not proofread this post at all #kaito shinonome #miu shinonome #did you know those are still the two tags that pop up first whenever i go tag something on tumblr #that's how much i have prattled on about them #i say anything at all and tumblr is like ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SHINONOME SIBLINGS AGAIN alfdkja #my beloveds #the squimgies #also #it is my friends personal theory #that after what happened with tai and kari back in the day #that the writers just wanted an excuse to make kaito look dead into the camera and tell the audience not to misinterpret their relationship #which uhhhh #*stares at the survive tag on ao3 in agony and dismay*#anyway ily anon i hope you're having a wonderful time

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