#sry this isn’t coherent

[tired-bisexual-brainrot]

something something mike being the lost knight something something castle byers something something will is a trapped (by lonnie’s abusive ness and homophobia) prince that mike saves (makes him feel like he isn’t a mistake)

#byler #i hope this makes sense #cuz yknow #knight in shining armor #damsel in distress #the analogies here y’all omg #it’s late #i’m so tired #sry if this isn’t as coherent as i thought #castle byers #will isn’t a damsel btw he’s badass if anything MIKE is the damsel #it’s just in this analogy it’s mike who ‘saves’ him by making him feel like he isn’t a mistake #anyways give will a gun in s5

[komorezuki]

Angelic unacceptable cybersecurity practices: what exactly is fucked in Heaven and what thoughts does this lead to?

After the conversation with @raining-stars-somewhere-else and his post about Saraqael I have pondered a bit and now I want to be "that guy" about heavenly security policy as an IT person and wannabe-cybersecuritist.

Disclaimer 1 - there are no conclusions here. I am trying to compile my observations related to Heavenly data and lay out kinda a tree graph of possible explanations. But I doubt I’ll be able to choose the most possible coherent interpretation.

Disclaimer 2 - english is not my first language so I might make some (many) mistakes.

No onboarding for low ranked angels (not sure it s really a vulnerability)

This fandom (but not me sry) loves naive and curious Muriel, but what I am focused on is why archangels dont give an incompetent low ranked angel some instructions. Actually, main question is why Saraqael didn't entrust the surveillance to other more professional angelic spy.  In terms of common sense,  there is not a single reason why that should be Muriel. But Saraqael’s intention is unclear to us, so I can brainstorm the variety of versions:

They hadn’t considered. Simplest variant, but this decision is seeming  too failed to be a mistake. I really don't believe Saraqael could just overlook this, they seem smart.

An attempt to WARN. A spy who is so easy to get busted is making it clear to husbands that they are being watched. Also note that even Muriel’s heavenly outfit seems to be more fitting for Earth than shining Inspector-Constable’s suit.

An attempt to threat the same way.

A setup for Michael and Uriel, it might be a part of some undercover games and a power struggle.

Michael & Uriel gave this task to Muriel along the way. Because ineffable husbands aren’t the only ones who don’t like to strain.

They never changed passwords

“you'd have to be a throne or a dominion or above”

Okay that seems to be redundant. Demon’s invasion is not the regular occurrence. Apparently heavenly passwords represent some sort of a cast of the celestial soul and angels can just touch a folder. And there are no new angels in the office BUT.

What about personnel reshuffles that happened canonically?

Example 1. After Crowley had made some troubles Azi has been demoted from Cherub to Principality. It means that he could have had access to confidential folders earlier and he might still have it as a principality.

Example 2. Maybe, Gabriel with erased memory would have it too, but if we assume that new memory = new identity, then it is a controversial issue. Anyway, this password policy is totally fucked up.

Another explanation is based on on the second assumption that angels receive their passwords externally. What if Crowley wasn't a Throne or a Dominion or above? WHAT IF HE HAS STOLEN ACCESS.

Always asking damn fool questions, isn’t he? Fell for this? One of the most popular hacking attack vectors is social engineering. It implies that you are using psychological manipulations to get access to secure data.  It is not so hard for humans to steal password this way. And it would be so easy for one creative angel who is brilliantly sweet-talking and successfully prying all necessary information. Yeah he literally fell for questions. This angel (or demon) also might hack other angelic devices like Michael’s smartphone or Saraqael’s memory manager as well. He has room to move around.

Strangers allowed

Small appetizer: a critical issue of angelic nature - they are worse at detecting  demonic presence (Gabriel didn’t recognize Beelzebub) than demons and they are too naive (not all of them, okay).

So. Any object with confidential info requires a pass-entry system. But here we have a case of someone (worse than that, a demon) whose presence at office was not sanctioned by the system. I guess a low-ranking angel doesn’t have authority to do that. Anyway no one can reveal his disguise by default. As we have seen in s1ep6 a demon can even take a certain angel’s appearance. Who said that other demons cannot do the same?

And now we are going to to discuss a fucking disaster

Possible imposter

A demon can enter the Heaven accompanied by an angel (Eric in s1, Crowley).

A demon has the ability to disguise as an angel and may not be revealed (example: Crowley as Azi).

And there’s one angel in Heaven who miracles like demons do (by waving hand upwards).

I mean, what if there is more than one grapevine. And here I also have a variety of versions for “demon Saraqael” theory:

Sara has fallen with other demons and they are still pretending. Unlikely scenario bc i don’t believe that they had not been revealed in the last 6 millenia.

Demonic spy. This version explains  why they sent Muriel (look at setup version 4 about Muriel). An unknown demon disguised by Saraqael is sabotaging angelic investigation. What has happened with true Sara?

Other variant - demonic spy, but Michael (a grapevine) is in the loop.

A voluntary body swap. We still don’t know Saraqael’s ineffable game. 

Wait, what? An ineffable game? They are Almighty?

Anyway, that’s all for today. I don’t know which of all this versions is better (you are dark horse, Saraqael), but we all like to be be fussy about details like gestures, so maybe someone has better ideas about demonic invasion in Heaven.

#good omens 2 #good omens #good omens meta #goodomens #good omens theories #good omens heaven #saraqael #go2 #go2 meta #crowley #good omens demons #demon!saraqael

[cinna-bunnie]

To be clear in my last ask, I’m not trying to be mean or start drama or anything, I promise, I’m just so emotional, the quote below is from it’s pinned tab and I just want you to know that so many people are mean and hateful but that post isn’t meant to be anything other than caution and information, at the end of the day as long as you are happy and not hurting anyone that’s the point of life! To live and love and find joy however that is done. I am addicted to weed and probably will be for the rest of my life and that’s okay. I didn’t realize that till recently. I’m sorry if I don’t make sense

Here’s the excerpt from its pinned post

“☀️ i am intellectually disabled. i struggle to articulate my thoughts coherently and to communicate with words sometimes, so please don't make bad faith assumptions about me based on what's missing from my posts. i value kindness and compassion above all and i would appreciate a little grace in your responses to me. i'm also not a scholar - just a person who hopes to share something of value - so please don't treat my posts like solid resources. i always encourage fact checking my posts and reblogs, because like everyone, i am not immune to misinformation.”

^ yeah op seems nice and personally i like smoking cigarettes and drinking and smoking weed lol but like, I'm doing fine and life is fulfilling and enjoyable for many reasons outside of that. (i don't do all of those every day 😹 i do b smoking though!!)

but my y'all = everyone who reblogged it applies to, and generally just comes from how I've seen people be treated and been treated. it is a widespread thing, people are trying to get better about it but sometimes u just need to say it. i also literally Just woke up and it was one of the first things i read so i was extra annoyed 😹 sry to op but it's a controversial topic on a post that broke containment. people need to be normal about drugs, and stop defaulting to being more restrictive for no reason.

i think a post like that is extra complicated too and will always invite discussion bc ppl's feelings will be based on their own experiences. like if u lost someone or are dealing w someone who gets bad when they're not sober that's different and also 100% valid. otoh if people who weren't sober or smoked or had coffee w you were always angels you'd feel v differently.

there is a greater conversation to be had about it, is my point i guess

[lapseinart]

People will harp on bad CGI effects but like

It’s not real

I know it’s not real you know it’s not real the movie making people know it’s not real the technicians know it’s not real

We are all suspending our disbelief right now. Otherwise it wouldn’t be FICTION

I read a review of season 1 Merlin for a class and they were like “the CGI is terrible” and “the dragon doesn’t even look real!” That’s because dragons aren’t real dumbass. What would a real dragon look like anyway maybe it looks like shitty cgi it doesn’t matter just go with it.

The way in which you view the story isn’t more important than the story itself. Like you can have a beautiful movie with beautiful effects that look hyper realistic but that doesn’t mean shit if the story is absolutely terrible. The fact that it’s beautiful doesn’t save anything from being a shitty story or just plain old unenjoyable.

Like Spy Kids and Sharkboy and Lavagirl. The effects are shitty but they’re still fun. Power Rangers also has terrible effects but you know what it doesn’t matter because those funky little teenagers are saving the day in bright costumes.

It’s funny. Just go with it. Some people want to look at stuff hyper critically and be all like well it’s lacking in this respect. X could be better. But like art is literally what we make of it. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Nothing is perfect. As long as people like it then it’s fine. If a guy can take a canvas and paint it nine different shades of black and call it art then cool. If a guy makes a yellow border and calls it art cool. Whatever. The definition of art is inherently meaningless of whatever. I don’t care. Shitty CGI is part of art too.

Anyway CGI makes it so that you have to suspend your disbelief less than if you’re reading a medieval romance (not a love story, a medieval genre defined by topoi and tropes) so be thankful for coherent stories (I’m sry ms. Watts I just really didn’t like Percival)

Maybe when I’m less sleep deprived I’ll change stuff here but I’m tired so whatever

#lapse in thoughts #what is art #power rangers #Merlin #art #sharkboy and lavagirl #spy kids #bad cgi #percival #everything is art

[rollercoasterwords]

hey lovely, i just got around to reading the chapter rn and let me just say i am in so much awe. the way that you portrayed what dorcas and marlene are dealing with rn and love tangled into all of that made me absolutely crazy. it’s so so so soooo interesting and honestly so real and raw.

i’m going particularly crazy about the situation dorcas is in bc essentially by trying to keep marlene safe she’s pushing her away and in multiple ways too. there’s the fact that she just isn’t telling her all that’s going on with voldemort, which obviously we saw doesn’t feel good on marlene’s end and just breeds more mistrust, but there’s also the fact that she sort of took matters into her own hand and did that deal with dumbledore about keeping marlene out of danger, which listen i get but it doesn’t end well for either dorcas OR marlene and they both just end up more hurt and honestly knowing how this all ends is just very fucking heartbreaking bc we as readers know that it doesn’t matter in the end. there were multiple lines that literally had me like absolutely stunned just bc of how well they portrayed the situation and the emotion and just in general the toll that it’s having on both of them.

“She thinks it is killing the part of her that knew how to love, maybe. Her kisses all feel like wounds these days.” this mf line. i had to put my phone down for a bit i swear. fuck i love love looooove characters with depth and dorcas in this fic>>> she loves marlene so much that she’s doing all these things to protect her that are chipping away little parts of her that know how to give that love.

“You’re acting fucking insane,” she hisses, because she knows it will hurt Marlene—and that’s love, isn’t it? Dorcas wants to crack open her ribcage and crawl inside, she wants to chew the meat of her heart like a bloody steak, tender and soft and melting off the bone. Isn’t that love.” this is another fucking one. u deserve jail for this one. no no. it plays with my emotions and it makes me FEEL things. ur not understanding the brainrot i’m having rn. i finished and chapter and immediately reread bc that’s how much i loved it. idk but genuinely i think this has been my favorite chapter so far. i usually get so frustrated seeing situations like these, esp bc of the whole miscommunication aspect of it bc like we know the whole picture so it’s easier for us to understand where the characters and coming from and why they do certain things, so it’s frustrating that the characters in the story can’t but like no u just did it in a whole other way.

all the metaphors that u used to express love in this chapter. all the fighting and like anger and emotions and LOVE.

i’m obsessed with ur portrayal of it.

another quote:

“It is impossible to imagine what she feels for Dorcas could ever be anything but destructive; loving her is like trying to keep warm with a forest fire, like trying to quench thirst by swallowing an ocean.” no bc this quote. i FUCKING LOOOOVE the way you described love here especially considering marlene’s circumstances and didkwkdkd fuck i j wanna ramble and ramble but it’s lowkey super late here and i need sleep and idek if this made ANY sense and i SO MUCH MORE to say but first i’m horrible at articulating my thoughts i hate it and second like i said i need sleep so like sry sry if this was a waste of time ajd made no sense but yk. yeah just know i love ur brain and ur writing and u. just in lcoe ekth this fic. 10000/10 goshhh u are amazing. i’ll shut up now. maybe in the morning i’ll try to coherently word my thoughts but who knows.

ahhhh jumping up and down and clapping my hands thank u for taking the time to send such a long message!! i'm so glad you liked the chapter it was definitely more of an intense one lol

and YES the situation with dorcas exactly like it is just. i talked about why exactly she's not being honest with marlene in this post but yeah essentially it's just one of those situations where everything is coming from a place of love and a desire to protect marlene and keep her safe but that's not what marlene wants but dorcas doesn't care because she'd rather love marlene wrong than risk losing her and i just!!!!!! look i know i wrote it but i wrote it bc that dynamic specifically makes me go insane so i'm right there with u lol

ahhh the kisses feel like wounds YES i'm so glad u liked that line the whole question of like how far do we go for love what horrible things are we willing to do for love what pieces of ourselves are we willing to carve up for love....yes yes yes

and the love paragraph ahh that's another one of my favorites i am literally thrilled to hear that it gave u brainrot i am planting mold spores in ur brain and watching them grow >:) and yes the frustration of knowing why characters can't communicate and seeing those walls between them and wishing they could see them too...again i know i wrote it but it gets me every time!!! like they don't want to hurt each other they each just want to leave a mark on the other that no one can take away and they're living in an environment where the only marks left on anyone that can't be erased are from violence and just....yeah. yeah <3

and love as destruction!!! love as a forest fire!!! love as an ocean!!! i am simply obsessed with portrayals of love that contradict the idea that love is a happy ending or something that fixes everything like i love examining love as something dark and violent and dangerous THANK U for rambling to me abt the ch i loved the rambling!!! please feel free to ramble in my inbox anytime i know i'm responding to this a little late so i hope u got some good sleep lol <3

#thtf #the hand that feeds #the hand that feeds spoilers #literally sooooo fun i am so glad u enjoyed the ch so much!!! #ask

[kuroosdarling]

Yk what would make this world a better place? a part 2 to A NEW DISCOVERY I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES aims u beautiful human bean (〒﹏〒) pspspsps im literally gonna shrivel up and die if I don't get to exploit this new kink of his 🏃‍♀️

SCREAMS !!! stop because i’ve been thinking bout this … here are some of my lil thoughts on the matter

cw: finger sucking (?), spit kink, thigh riding, tying kuroo up :3

there’s so much that can go into this lil kink of his … i think it’ll lead down a road where he discovers another one (or maybe 2) hehe 🤭

imagine before you go to wrap your fingers around his neck, he sucks on one of ur fingers (or two) heheh lil freak wants your fingers covered with his salvia. (spit kink is showing sry) but honestly hes just absolutely obsessed with wanting to have every single part of you devoured by him … ur just his lil god/goddess yknow ?? he’s gonna worship you !!

or maybe he realizes he likes being held in place and now he wants you to use his tie and wrap them around his wrists … keeping his large hands off of you so you can have your lil way with him hehe relishing in how good your hands feel wrapped around his throat

OR OR omg imagine teasing him by riding his thigh, not letting him really touch you as you use him. and then if he complains at all, you just gotta squeeze around his neck a bit. his eyes rolling back everytime you do it … it just awakens something in him. ugh

but with all 3 scenarios, he’s gonna be putty in your hands if you wrap your fingers around his neck <3

there’s so much & this is hardly coherent …. i might .. have to write a part 2 fr … hehe dw this isn’t the last of subby kuroo 😋 we are just getting started bbie

#WAAAHHH THIS MADE ME BLUSH !!!!! #hi i love u nonnie #feeding me with ur encouragement LOL #if there’s another blurb out soon …. it’s ur fault 🤭 #heheh thank u for popping in 🥹 #⁺. ʚ just chatting ɞ ⋆˙ #⁺. ʚ stream chat: viewers ɞ ⋆˙

[manasurge]

I’m finally playing around with the beta for the weapons thing, and I’m loving being able to use daggers on my mirage in my 2nd set of weapons. I get to keep my evasion hax, my clones, as well as throw daggers at range when I need to do single target stuff. Full ranged mesmer fun times for both aoe (greatsword) and single target (daggers, with aoe lite), lots o’ fun!  Of course I still have to see what the rifle will have in store for later :3c (might replace daggers, we’ll have to see). I just run power build, so the axe technically isn’t super set up for it (but I still like axe too and am using it). I just like not being hit that much cuz I’m kinda squishy, so I appreciate a second ranged weapon set. Although, I am using the pistol too for this beta, but I still love mesmer pistol bc of the pew pew sound haha. Gotta love magic bullets (not the blender kind). I just like lots of the weapons it seems u_u Chances are I will replace my axe for the daggers or the rifle for my main 2nd set later (although idk if I should replace the sword with the pistol, simply bc I’m using Caithe’s crystal bloom skin, so... I may not sentimental reasons, idk yet lol), but I do have a condi set where I can keep my axe on. I like having lots of options (I have 2 additional equipment templates on my main), even if I tend to mostly just use one, haha.

(lol sry just rambling about whatever cuz I’m very tired and wanted to try this out for a little bit before bed, so idk how coherent this all is)

#brambling #gw2 beta #as you an tell I'm not a hardcore minmaxer #I just play whatever is most fun and gives me the most mobility/survivability+damage #I do like being able to do a lot of stuff really fast #i love you mirage dodge seretonin #watch me regret writing everything tomorrow simply bc I'm posting something while tierd and fatigued lol

[hydrachea]

Forgive my messy and vaguely coherent thoughts BUT

I’ve been thinking thoughts bout the lake trio n possessed Volo.

So Azelf, Mesprit, and Uxie are the Pokémon of Willpower, Emotion, and Knowledge. They also possess the ability to calm Dialga or Palkia. So they are essentially in tune with whatever emotions all powerful legendary Pokémon feel.

So what if in the first round when Akari has to do those trials for the red chain that the lake trio can feel something is wrong. They can feel Giratina’s presence and how unnaturally close it is since Volo tags along. Volo can hear the faint arguement of Giratina in his mind towards the trio who try to console or calm them, even if the trio isn’t entirely sure of Giratina’s intentions at the time they know it isn't good. Volo leaves with a massive headache cause he is used to one voice besides his own in his head not 4.

By the time Akari makes a second round to capture the trio for that one plate, the lake trio has realized what is happening. They realize what Giratina is doing with Volo. By then it’s just a bit too late.

Bonus becuz I need fluff I can't make shit angsty sry: when we finally exorcise the Giratina from the boy, the lake trio take it upon themselves to help Akari care for Volo because they understand that this should have never happened, or at least been stopped beforehand. They are a trio to help keep balance With time and space and they almost allowed the world to be destroyed. And yeah he’s just a lil guy compared to them (in the sense they are legendaries and Volo is just a human) but they feel bad they let it brew for so long even if they wouldn’t have known and probably couldn’t do much once they found out. Mesprit helps him balance his emotions since they are still scrambled from Giratina’s influence. Helps him reconnect with his pokemon with the help of Akari (because there is definitely some strain there after that whole ordeal), Uxie enjoys sharing random knowledge with him that isn’t super related to Arceus or Giratina to keep his mind off of it for a lil bit while recovering (lol Uxie is just infodumping),and Azelf supplies the unconscious motive to keep going through the misfortunes. The willpower to beat Giratina 100% out of his body. Take back what belongs to you. Akari helps with all of it of course but the inclusion of the legenaries helps. It's definitely gonna cause a breakdown for Volo later because he doesn't get why they are all so. Nice. Maybe he's having a breakdown rn who knows he's got enough mental issues to have a lot of those.

lumioxys asked: More becuz the brain won't stop. At this point I'm running on crack with this idea because I just wanna bully Volo

maybe Uxie stays with Volo idk I think they would get along. Uxie likes listening to Volo talk about the legends, and Volo likes learning from Uxie about the world in general (nature, Pokemon, whatever). He tells himself it's because Uxie is a legendary that he must study it because if he gathers the other two he could be making connections here to overthrow God or smthn but like he's just denying that he genuinely enjoys Uxie’s company as a Pokemon companion and friend. Also because Uxie didn't really do anything to help him heal in relation to Giratina like mesprit and azelf did. They just hung out with Volo since the rest of the trio was there, sharing random bits that might interest them to direct there thoughts in the opposite direction of the subject of his pain. if Uxie gets annoyed or upset they just either teleport away or teleport Volo into the middle of nowhere. He’ll be fine. Probably. Makes fun of him in poke-language around his Pokemon and they laugh at him too. The whole “dont do it or I will get Akari” kind of deal. The kind of friend who is also a ball n chain because we can't leave him to his own devices. Akari is fine with it becuz it means she doesn't have to keep an eye on him 24/7. Some days Volo goes to her n is like “please get this thing away from me” it doesn’t work. Sometimes the entire trio visits specifically to annoy him and play pranks. They do it with a weird fondness of yeah that’s the human that Giratina fucked up a lil bit. He's a little insane but that's ok he's kinda working on it.

Possessed!Volo

Put in a setting similar to the one of the long fall from the gates of heaven to the depths of hell where Giratina's already occupies Volo's mind and talks to him, this could work nicely! It would also explain why Volo never came with Akari and whichever clan leader was with them when they went to gather the materials for the Red Chain - he could feel something off with the presence inside, it made Giratina's voice grow restless. And that's also why when it's time to get their plates, he didn't come to the lakes at all.

The three of them helping him recover is really cute... In the context of Giratina influencing his thoughts and actions from nearly the start, he's a lot more of a victim (it really depends on the context pff) and it's sweet of them to help him get himself together again, especially considering it's very needed. Him bonding with Uxie over knowledge is adorable, he really can use a friend! Yes, even if that friend is a pokemon. He'll take what he can get at this point.

#ask #answer #lumioxys #pokemon #possessed volo au #this is a bit different from my take on the au #which is how aus are meant to be - you can take them and make what you want out of them! #my take has giratina really only take over volo at the end #no prior influences #*pats his head* he did terrible things and That Was All Him for it's what i like about him #i sat one these asks for a while because i had to really absorb what they brought #and they're great thoughts! #a different take but a good one nonetheless #the comedy bits with uxie are especially funny #imagine having a legendary pokemon for a friend that essentially treats you like a fussy kitten and like it's your mother #except said pokemon is also the size of your hand

[jilyss]

Sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. Wait. Why are we on a red carpet? Are you famous?

thanks for the prompt!! i tried to keep it under 2k but that clearly did not happen lol 

read on ao3

James Potter to Lily Evans at 3:14 p.m.: hey can u call when u get a sec

Lily Evans to James Potter at 3:18 p.m.: sry i was with a pt, what’s up

James Potter to Lily Evans at 3:19 p.m.: i have a favor to ask

It was 3 p.m. on a Friday and Lily Evans was just barely sitting down to eat lunch. She’d sat down in the empty breakroom, kicked up her legs onto a nearby chair, and just barely bit into her sandwich when she had seen James’ text. She replied a few minutes later, too hungry to type anything coherent.

When he called a minute later, her mouth was full of food. She swallowed quickly and pressed the accept button. “Hello?”

“Hey Evans,” he said, and Lily smiled at the sound of his voice. It had been a few months since she’d talked to him. She wished they lived closer, but she had just finished her residency in Manchester and he played football for Arsenal in London, and they were both so busy they didn’t have the chance to get together often. But they were the kind of friends who were able to pick up exactly where they’d left off every time they caught up, and Lily had missed him.

“I saw your game against Southampton last week.” Lily popped a crisp in her mouth. “Nice goal.”

She could practically hear his smirk through the phone. “Watched me, did you?”

“Remember that guy I told you about? The one I was talking to?” James hummed in agreement. “We went out for a drink and the game was on. I try to catch most of your games, but my schedule is a little - .”

“- Crazy, I know,” James laughed. “Are you still with him?”

Lily shifted the phone to her other ear. “No, we kind of just stopped talking.” She didn’t want to tell him that the real reason she had stopped talking to him was that before he found out that Lily knew him, he’d spent several minutes badmouthing James. Once he was finished, Lily gave him a quick rundown of the various ways he was an asshole, and then promptly left. She wasn’t a big fan of him anyway, and that had kind of sealed the deal. 

“Well, good - I mean, so sorry about the bloke, Evans - but I have a problem.”

Lily waited for him to continue, and he didn’t make her wait long. “There’s this event for work. Sirius is out of town, and I would ask my mum, but she went to the last one and just isn’t up for another late night yet, so if you aren’t busy, and I mean, only if you want to -”

Lily interrupted, laughing. “What do you need, James?”

“There’s this black-tie event I have to go to. It’s not a big deal, and we wouldn’t have to do anything. Would you want to go with me?”

Her eyebrows raised and she was a little surprised. “When is it?”

“Two weeks. It’s a Saturday.”

Lily pulled her phone from her ear and tapped on her calendar icon. She had that Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off. She considered her options, but there was really only one. Of course, she wanted to see him because it had been months, and she was never one to say no. She would just need to go shopping sometime before then. “Ok, sure.”

“Really? Brilliant, thanks, Evans.”

They chatted for a few more minutes until Lily’s lunch break was over, and she had to rush off to her next appointment. She sent a quick text to Marlene asking for her help with dress shopping, packed up her lunch and left the breakroom. 

James Potter to Lily Evans: hey, mum got wind of you coming down to london and would luv to see u

Lily Evans to James Potter: EUPHEMIA

Lily Evans to James Potter: of course!!!

Lily Evans to James Potter: i could come down a few hours early

James Potter to Lily Evans: actually do u wanna stay the night? we prob won’t be done until late and it’s a long trip back

Lily didn’t hesitate. 

Lily Evans to James Potter: yeah! I love ur mum and it’s been way too long

James Potter to Lily Evans: sweet, ill see you in a few days x

  Lily closed the door to her apartment, locking the door behind her. She made her way down the stairs and out to her car, carefully hanging her dress on a hook in the back seat. She’d originally planned on just taking the train down, but it would be faster to drive, and she didn’t want to worry about keeping her dress wrinkle-free on the train. 

When she arrived at the Potter’s house (though it was more like a mansion) a few hours later, a wave of nostalgia hit her. Lily and James had become friends at uni, and their friend group often went to the nearby Potter’s house for a home-cooked dinner. Lily had especially become close with Euphemia, James’ mother, and used to go over even when James wasn’t there. 

She pulled into the large driveway and parked the car before grabbing her bag from the backseat. Before she could even get to the door, Euphemia swung the door open and pulled her into a tight hug. “Lily, dear, it’s been too long!” 

Lily dropped her bag and hugged her back, excited to be back. “I’ve missed you, Euphemia!” Over Euphemia’s shoulder, she saw James running down the stairs towards them. Lily swallowed hard as she saw him. He was somehow even taller than the last time she had seen him, and football had definitely been good to him. Normally, he lived in a flat closer to his training facility but had returned to his mum’s house for the night.

As James approached, Euphemia let go of her and James immediately grabbed her into a hug. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily grinned into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrapping all the way around her. She squeezed him extra tight once before pulling away, then put one arm over Euphemia’s shoulders. “I’m doing good!” She glanced over her shoulder at her car. “I’m not sure when we have to leave, but I left my dress in the car, should I…”

“I’ll grab it.” James stuck out his hand and Lily handed him the keys. He was out the door in a second, and Euphemia steered Lily into the kitchen. 

“Congratulations on finishing your residency, Lily! Or really I should say congratulations, Dr. Evans.” Euphemia winked at her. Lily blushed and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She still wasn’t used to the title, and even though she knew she had fully earned it, it still felt a little unreal.

“Thank you, I’m just glad to be done.” Lily took a seat at the counter, leaning her arms on the counter. Euphemia plopped a pastry in front of Lily, who took a bite without hesitating. She was an excellent cook who was always making something, and on the drive down, Lily had secretly hoped that today would be no different. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. It’s blackberry filling, right?”

Euphemia nodded. “Now that you’ve finished your residency, are you planning to stay in Manchester?”

James walked in and tossed Lily her keys. Lily shrugged, casting her eyes quickly towards James. “I’m not sure. I love Manchester, but I’ve missed London more than I thought.” She took another bite of the pastry, chewing quickly. “I have a job now up there, but I’m not too attached yet.”

“Remus is planning on moving back here,” James cut in. “He just finished his masters, and has a job lined up here already.”

“I wish I got to see him before I left.” Lily glanced down at the counter. “I know I haven’t been able to visit a ton, but hopefully I can now.”

Euphemia patted her hand, eyes twinkling. “We know you were busy with your program, but you could make it up to us by moving back here.”

“Mum! Don’t guilt-trip her.”

Lily laughed and finished off her pastry. “I’d do anything to be closer to your baking, Euphemia.”

“I’ll make your favorite custard tarts every day, Lily.”

“Done.”

James snuck a blackberry pastry behind his mother’s back, holding a finger over lips to Lily. She grinned at him before turning back to Euphemia. “You know, the only reason I agreed to go with James is because I wanted to see you.”

Euphemia clutched her hands over her heart. “I always knew you were my favorite, Lily.”

Lily sent a wide smirk at James, whose mouth was so full of pastry he couldn’t retort back. Euphemia glanced at a clock. “James, what time did you say you were going to be leaving?”

James checked his phone. “The car is coming at six. We’ve got about an hour.”

Lily raised her eyebrows and moved to the sink to wash her sticky fingers. “I need to do my hair.”

“You know who else needs to do their hair?” 

“Mum, for the last time, my hair is fine.” James dodged his mother’s attempt to smooth out the tangles on his head. 

Euphemia turned to Lily, hands on her hips. “Don’t you think he needs a haircut?”

Lily pursed her lips at them, staring at James. “Actually, I think he looks good with that mess. Hides the rest of his face.”

James tried to flip her off just as his mother turned around, saying “Nevermind Lily, you aren’t my favorite”, and was rewarded with a swat from an oven mitt.

She grinned at him and headed back to pick up her bag by the front door. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Euphemia pushed James towards Lily, smiling and muttering something about James’ hair. He grabbed her bag from her and walked up the stairs. “Mum put you in the guest room next to mine. There’s a bathroom in there you can use.”

Once they’d arrived, Lily expected him to disappear into his room until she was ready. Instead, he sat on the carpet next to the bathroom, looking up at her. They started talking, Lily curling her hair as they talked. It was nice catching up with him, and Lily had a hard time concentrating on getting her hair right when she could watch James through the mirror. 

It was a quarter to six when she glanced at her watch and realized he was still wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. “This is a black-tie event, right?”

“Shit, yeah, I’ll be right back.” He jumped up and closed the door behind him. 

Lily put the finishing touches on her makeup - which was relatively simple because any makeup skills she used to have basically had disappeared in the past few years. James had brought up her dress bag, and she unzipped the bag and pulled it out. Luckily, it was still wrinkle-free, and in a few seconds, she had wiggled into it, zipped it up, and slipped on her shoes. 

Somehow, James had made it downstairs before her and was talking quietly with his mum in the kitchen. Lily walked in, heels clicking quietly, and they turned to look at her. 

She heard Euphemia’s quiet gasp and James’s soft ‘woah’. Blushing again, she did a little turn. She was wearing a silver floor-length dress paired with black heels. It was relatively simple, with small straps and a waist that hugged her hips and then dropped straight to the floor. Marlene’s eyes had practically bugged out her head when Lily had tried it on, and judging by the way James was looking at her right now, it was a good choice.

James hugged his mum and made his way to her, holding out his arm. “You don’t clean up too bad, Evans.”

Lily took his arm gratefully. “Oh, this old thing?”

Behind them, Euphemia was insisting on a picture, and Lily put her head on James’ shoulder, smiling for the picture. But Euphemia took a second to get her phone ready, and James tilted his head to whisper in her ear. “You look amazing, Evans.” 

Euphemia, finally ready, held up her camera and Lily didn’t get a chance to respond. She hoped he didn’t notice the goosebumps that had popped up on her arm when he had said that. She snapped the picture, and then, arm in arm, they made their way out the door. 

Lily had been expecting an uber, but instead, it was a small limo with a chauffeur. She gave James an odd look, who just opened her door for her and helped her in. Lily waved goodbye at Euphemia, and the driver took off. 

“So what is this event for, James? I don’t think you ever told me.”

James tugged at his tie. “Uh, just an awards ceremony.”

“An awards ceremony?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you getting an award?” The driver slowed to a stop, and Lily could see a long line of cars in front of them.

“Uh, no.”

“Are you just being humble?”

James tugged at his tie again. “No, I’m definitely not getting an award.”

Lily frowned as the driver inched forward again. She could hear some yelling in the distance, and she glanced out front again. “You’re one of the best on the team. Didn’t you say this was some team event?”

“Uh, no, I never said it was a team event.”

Lily glanced out front again and saw a team of photographers running towards the noise. Her heart rate started to pick up. “James.” 

He looked at her, half smiling and half nervous. “Hm?”

The car inched forward again and now Lily could see a red carpet going up a flight of stairs. She looked outside the window and realized exactly where they were in London. As she connected the dots in her head, her eyebrows raised.

She rounded on James. “What’s this event called?”

He had a bit of a smug look on his face as he answered. “The Brit awards.”

“The Brits? As in, famous award show with lots of famous people, the Brits?” Lily hissed. She smacked him on the shoulder with her purse. “Are you’re just telling me this now?”

He winced slightly. “Yes?”

Lily groaned and sat back in her seat. They were only a few cars away from the red carpet, and she could see the crowds of people all around. “You aren’t a musician.”

“No, but they usually invite a few athletes. David and Victoria Beckham are usually here.” He shrugged. “They invited me this year.”

Lily smacked his shoulder again. “I cannot believe you didn’t tell me this. You said it was no big deal.”

“Well, I’m not getting an award or anything, so it’s really not a big deal -” Lily shot him a look and he stopped talking. 

He ran a hand through his hair, tousling his brown locks. “Look, Evans, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I kind of thought you would just figure it out?”

Lily tried to stop herself from smiling, but it was just so James that she had to laugh. He had an ego the size of England, but at the same time, was somehow humble enough to think that getting invited to a giant award show was no big deal. But she didn’t have time to process this new information before their car was at the center of the red carpet, and a man in a suit came to open their door. 

“You alright?” 

Lily took a deep breath and nodded. James slid out first, then held out a hand for Lily as she climbed out of the car. She stood carefully, adjusting her skirt and then, with shaking hands, reached up to fix James’ tie. He grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. “We can go back if you want. I really should have told you, sorry Evans.”

“I’m a doctor, James. I have no clue how to handle this.”

He squeezed her hand once more. “They’re going to love you. Just follow me, yeah?”

Lily returned his squeeze and turned to look at the flashing lights of the cameras and swarms of people. This was way different from what she had been expecting, but she definitely wasn’t going to leave now. She took another deep breath and turned back to him with a smile. “Do you think Lewis Capaldi is here?”

He grinned, ran a hand through his hair one more time, and led her up the red carpet. 

An assistant led them through the carpet, although James was so charming and charismatic that they didn’t need the help. They smiled for pictures, a few serious ones with James’ hand on her hip, and a few with his arm more casually over her shoulder and her head leaning on his arm. James had a few interviews, which mostly focused on what he was excited to see inside. A few reporters asked who she was, and James introduced her each time as “my friend from uni, Lily Evans.”

They even asked her a few questions, curious about this mysterious girl James Potter had with him. Lily blushed each time, but his steady presence next to her helped her remain calm and collected, but by the time they were inside, she felt even more out of her comfort zone. 

Their assistant led them to their table and then waved goodbye. Their table was so far empty, and since James wasn’t up for any awards, they were towards the back, which let them spy on the stream of celebrities, musicians, and assistants.

Lily was still shaky, and that only increased they watched Stormzy, surrounded by assistants and friends, take a seat at the very front. Normally, Lily wasn’t afraid of new situations, and usually, she thrived in them, but she just hadn’t been prepared for this. James noticed that she was still a little nervous, and as she took a sip of her drink, he put a hand on her bouncing leg. “You alright?”

His hand, warm against the fabric of her dress, only made her more nervous. She smiled at him and internally resolved to enjoy the experience. How often would she get to be in a place like this?

An older couple joined their table a few minutes later. The husband was the manager of James’ team, and James introduced Lily. A few minutes later, they were joined by more people, and Lily and James got pulled into two different conversations, but James’ hand never left her thigh.  

A four-course meal was served as the performances started, and everyone clapped after Mabel performed “Don’t Call Me Up”. There was a crowd by the stage for the cameras, but Lily noticed that not many people seated at the tables were standing up for the performances. James and Lily were seated on the side of their table, and after glancing around, she realized they wouldn’t block anyone’s view. 

When Lizzo took the stage, Lily jumped to her feet, grabbing James’ wrist. “Stand up!” 

He didn’t hear her at first, and she bent at the waist to speak into his ear. “Stand up!” He popped up next to her, putting one arm around her shoulders again, while she wrapped her arm around his waist. They danced like no one was watching, swaying back and forth together, although they certainly got a few odd looks. Lily was laughing at his singing (he knew every word of all of Lizzo’s songs), finding that she had a hard time focusing on the music when he was so tall and warm next to her. They sat down again a few minutes later, but James’s hand stayed in his pockets.

The award show eventually ended, and Lily and James stood outside, waiting for their chauffeur. But there was a long line, and after a few minutes, Lily looked up at James. “Want to get a little ways away and call an uber?”

He immediately nodded and followed her, one hand in his hair. They made their way out of the building, James occasionally getting stopped by someone he knew or when he got recognized. By the time they were out into the night air, it was nearly one am. 

“I’ll call the uber,” James said. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and swung onto Lily’s bare shoulders, and she smiled gratefully. A few taps later, he tucked it into his pocket and pointed down the street. “I said we’d meet them down there. There’s too much traffic back there for them to get through.”

They were quiet for a few minutes as they walked side by side. There were still quite a few people out, but for the most part, they were left alone. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what we were going to.” James kicked out at a loose rock on the sidewalk. “I guess I didn’t think about it.”

Lily pulled his suit jacket a little tighter around her and shrugged. “I had a lot of fun. A little nerve-wracking at first, but I’m definitely not mad you invited me. I just didn’t know you were so famous.”

He frowned. “I’m not famous.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Huh. Then how, exactly, did you get an invitation to the Brit Awards?”

He shot her a smirk. “My thick thighs.”

“James Potter, your mum was right, you need a haircut to humble you.”

A car pulled up next to them and James checked the license plate quickly before opening her door again. “So you agree, I have thick thighs.”

Lily waited for him to climb in before she continued. “You have thick thighs but I’m not sure why that would help you get an invite.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, turning to face her in the backseat. “Raw sex appeal.”

Lily’s eyebrows raised even higher. “Raw sex appeal.”

“Mmhm. Raw sex appeal.” James put his hand over the back of her headrest, causing his shirt to pull tight against his torso. Lily had to pull her eyes from the outline of his muscles, and when she met James’ eyes again, it was clear he had noticed. 

“Well, that can’t be it. You don’t have a single drop of that.”

“That’s not what my mum tells me.”

“Your mum tells you that you have ‘pure sex appeal’?”

“Evans - “ James tried, but Lily had won their little battle of words, and there was nothing he could do. “Alright fine, it was not my sex appeal.”

“Glad we finally agree on that.” 

 Euphemia was in bed when they got home, and Lily and James crept upstairs to change. Lily changed into shorts and a sweatshirt, tossed her hair into a bun, and decided taking off her makeup was a later problem. James beat her downstairs again and was standing in front of the open refrigerator. 

Lily snagged another blackberry pastry, groaning as the sweet taste filled her mouth. James turned around with half of a sandwich in his hand. He walked into the pantry and grabbed some glasses and red wine before moving to sit next to her at the counter. Lily shifted to face him as he pointed to his legs. 

“I wore shorts just so you could see my thick thighs. And raw sex appeal.” Lily glanced down to see a pair of very muscular thighs hidden behind grey shorts. She swallowed hard and bit into her pastry. 

“If you say so.”

There was quiet padding behind them, and Euphemia walked in, wrapped in a bathrobe and hair in curlers. “Oh! I’m so sorry, did we wake you?”

She shook her head, squinting in the kitchen light. “I wanted to ask you how it went.”

Lily didn’t hesitate to throw James under the bus. “Your son told me this award ceremony was no big deal.”

“No!” Euphemia gasped. “You didn’t tell her it was the Brits?”

James shrunk slightly under his mother’s glare. “I may have forgotten to mention it.”

“And he told me he has raw sex appeal.”

“Is that so?” Euphemia turned to James, hands on her hips, but the laughter in her eyes made it clear that she was enjoying embarrassing him. James just shot his mother a winning smile, and Euphemia turned to Lily. “Did he treat you right?”

“Oh yes, a perfect gentleman.” But just as she said this, James' hand crept back onto her bare thigh, his thumb rubbing light circles under the table. Lily’s stomach flip-flopped.

Euphemia winked at them and pointed to the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, dearie. James, stay out of the ice cream, I’m saving it for tomorrow.”

James kissed her on the cheek as she left, then grabbed the wine and glasses. “You want to go outside?”

Lily grinned and moved to grab some blankets from the living room. James was bent over the firepit on the back patio, and in a few seconds, had managed to start a warm fire. She handed him a blanket, scooting her chair close to his and wrapping herself up. He handed her a glass of wine then settled back into his chair. 

“Coming out here was always my favorite thing to do at your house,” Lily said. “It just… it just felt like one big family.”

James fanned his fingers out over the flame. “How long has it been since we were all together? Like three years?”

“Four,” Lily said quietly. “We haven’t all been together since graduation.”

“We’ve come a long way since then.”

“Yeah.” Lily shifted in her seat. Then she asked a question that had been weighing on her mind since he had called her. “Why did you call me?”

She expected him to give her a joking response, but to her surprise, he took a minute to think. “I missed you. It’s been a while.”

“No girlfriend? No pretty famous person who is sliding into your dms?” Her voice was teasing, but it was a genuine question. James had it all - fame, money, talent, looks - why did he ask her to go with him on the red carpet?

He laughed lightly and shook his head. “C’mon Evans, you know that’s not me.”

He was right - Lily couldn’t see him ever actually caring about his fame. It just wasn't him. Sure, he had an ego, but he’d matured so much since freshman year of uni, and Lily had been more than impressed with him on the red carpet. “You handled it so well today. Everyone loves you. ” 

“Everyone loves you, Evans. You had less than thirty seconds notice that you were going on a red carpet and you adjusted in what - ten seconds?”

Lily stayed quiet, taking a sip from her glass. “We’ve grown up a lot since uni, haven’t we?” He didn’t reply, just staring into the fire. Lily continued. “I don’t know if I could have done it tonight if it wasn’t you with me. You just made it easy.”

He shrugged. “I used to go to a lot of events with my mum and dad.”

Lily wanted to reach out and shake him and tell him that no, it was just James that was so charismatic and caring and charming. He didn’t seem to know the effect he had on people - had on her - that made them open up and happy -

And then all of a sudden, Lily realized just exactly what her feelings were. The reason she had a hard time taking her eyes off him or kept having to fight the urge to just hold his hand, and why she suddenly did not want to go back home.

Her eyes flicked at him, tracing the lines of his face and watching the light dance on his hair. James seemed to sense that she was watching him and glanced up at her. She just smiled softly and pulled her blanket tighter, heart pounding.

James downed the last of his drink and stood up, brushing off his pants. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”

Lily was a little surprised at his sudden decision, but felt a yawn coming on and stood up with him. James extinguished the fire, Lily grabbed the wine bottle, and they headed inside. They were mostly quiet, but just before Lily entered her room, she pulled him into a tight hug. “Thanks for tonight. I’m glad you invited me.”

James wrapped his arms around her and Lily could feel her heart rate increase again. He didn’t pull away, but she was worried that he could hear her pounding heart and didn’t linger. She waved goodbye to him, then went into her room. 

The blanket was still hanging on her shoulders, and she buried her nose in it, leaning against the door. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. Tonight had not been anything like she had expected, and she was incredibly grateful she had said yes. But there was a problem. She hadn’t anticipated her newfound feelings for James and had no idea how or when they had started. All she knew was that she was going to kick herself for months if she didn’t tell him how she felt. 

But the problem with that was she had no idea if even liked her. But thinking back on the night, Lily hoped the hints he seemed to be dropping really were hints and not just things close friends do. Like the way he had held her hand on the red carpet, the way he kept putting his hand on her thigh, or the way he had looked at her when she’d first come downstairs. 

Lily tilted her head back to rest on the door, gave herself a mental pep talk, threw open the door to her room, and marched across to James’ bedroom. She knocked quietly on the door, and he opened it a few seconds later. 

“What’s up?” he whispered. Lily took a tiny step forward and he stepped back to let her inside. She stood only a few inches away from him, the blanket still wrapped around her. 

“Why did you call me?” her voice was so quiet that she barely even heard it. “You never answered my question.”

“Evans…”

Lily’s mouth twitched upwards. She took a small step forward. “I think you can call me Lily now, James.”

He opened his mouth and then clamped it shut. He seemed to be fighting himself internally, and Lily couldn’t handle it more. She closed the gap between them, standing on her tiptoes and pressing a rough kiss to his mouth. He didn’t respond, and Lily pulled away, feeling her stomach drop. She looked up at him, trying to gauge if she had just made a terrible mistake. 

She was just about to step back, ready to apologize, but his dark eyes flashed and his hands reached out to grip her face and pulled her back. The blanket slid to the ground as Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her, and the warmth of the blanket was lost. One of his hands moved to grip her hip, the other on the small of her back, pulling her against his chest. His warmth replaced the chill as Lily moved one hand to play with his hair. He groaned against her lips as she tugged on it, tilting his head back so that she could press needy kisses along his jawline.

He stepped to the side, pulling her with him towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she immediately sat, grabbing onto the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling him down with her. The rough movement made their noses knock together, and Lily just laughed as James pulled away a little ruefully to rub it. Lily took advantage of the space between them to pull his shirt over his head, and as soon as it was tossed to the side, James dropped back to her, warm fingers trailing up her sides.

 “You think your mum heard us?” Lily was lying under the covers with her head resting on James’ arm, one hand tracing the lines of his stomach. 

“Way to ruin the mood, Evans. I love talking about my mum right after sex.” Lily laughed as he buried his face in a pillow. She reached out to play with a strand of his hair. James pulled his face out of the pillow to look at her. “You weren’t exactly quiet, were you?”

Lily blushed violently as he shifted to kiss her neck again. James had excellent stamina, what could she say? He seemed to know exactly what spots got to her, and it quite possibly had been the best bloody shag of her life.

Not that she would tell him that - she didn’t want his ego getting any bigger. Instead, she shifted onto her elbow, letting the sheet slide down to her waist. She smirked as his eyes slipped downwards and he swallowed hard, letting his hands wander freely. Pulling her hair out of her face, she bent down to pull him in a needy kiss, and that was all the prompting he needed to roll on top of her again. 

 After getting back so late and an active night, they slept in late. Lily woke up first, with James sprawled out on the bed next to her. She watched him for a minute in the soft morning light, then got dressed enough to quietly pad across the hall and back into her room. She showered quickly, scrubbing off last night’s makeup, then dressed in shorts and an oversized shirt. 

The kitchen was empty, but Euphemia had left a note on the counter about waffles in the fridge, and Lily didn’t hesitate to pull a few out. She had just put a few in the microwave when James shuffled in, wrapping his arms around her from the back and burying his head in her neck. He inhaled deeply, and his warm exhale gave Lily goosebumps. “You smell good,” he murmured, shifting some of her wet hair off her neck, giving him unrestricted access. Lily’s head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as his lips trailed up and down, humming softly. 

Lily would have taken him right there and then if Euphemia hadn’t walked in that exact second. She tried to put some distance between her and James, a little embarrassed that she’d caught them like that, but James kept his arms tight around her, laughing. 

“Morning mum,” he said brightly. “What are you up to?”

“Just out for a bit of gardening.” She waved her dirty hands and raised an eyebrow quizically at them. “Jamie dear, do you have something to tell me?”

James rested his chin on Lily’s shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, tipping her head to the side to see him, a smile breaking out on her face. He smiled too, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her stomach. He looked over at his mother, who was now washing her hands, and said “Mum, I want you to meet Lily Evans, my girlfriend.”

Euphemia gasped and spun on her heel to look at them. “Well, it’s about time!” She reached out and pulled Lily from James’ arms. “Oh! My hands are all wet.” She released Lily from the hug and jumped up and down. “I always hoped you two would get together!”

James grabbed Lily from behind again, pulling her close. Lily shot her an odd look. “You did?”

Euphemia winked at both of them and James groaned. “She loves you too bloody much.”

Lily patted his hands, which had slipped just under the hem of her shirt, consolingly. The microwave finally beeped and she pulled away to grab the plates. Euphemia disappeared back into the garden a few minutes later, and Lily joined James back at the counter. They dove into the food, both starving. 

James slid his hand on her thigh, and she put her hand over his, not wanting to be apart just yet. When they’d finished, he turned to her, one elbow leaning on the counter. “So, Evans, want to stay the night again?”

She pretended to think about it. “I’m sure Euphemia would enjoy my company.”

James pushed his plate away and stood up. Lily turned around to face him, and he stepped forward until Lily’s back hit the counter. He kissed the corners of her mouth, then moving back down to her neck. “No other reason?”

Lily was having a hard time concentrating. “I can’t miss out on the blackberry pastries.”

“Any other reasons?”James sucked slightly at the sweet spot he had discovered last night and Lily’s fingers dug into his shoulder. His free hand fingered the waistband of her shorts, and Lily couldn’t take it anymore. She kissed him, one hand fisting in the hair that she just couldn’t seem to get enough off. Still on the barstool, Lily wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her, kissing her all the while. 

“I can think of one more reason,” she managed to get out as he carried her up the stairs.

James threw open the door to his bedroom, tugging his shirt over his head. “Oh?”

Lily mirrored him, tossing her sweatshirt to the side. “Raw sex appeal.”

James’ eyebrows raised. “Oh yeah? Tell me more?”

Lily didn’t answer, instead just pulling him to the bed and laughing at the devilish look in his eyes. 

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B, D, L, G for fandom meme

bless....... tysm............

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

it was @acapelladitty‘s fault. i know it. what was it, ditty. what did you do to me. i can’t remember. i know it was her fault because she’s the culprit of like Everything Heinous that is Gotham rogues.

i just know it was Batman rogues. i know it in my bones. 

who else has receipts? cough ‘em up bc i have idiot brain syndrome

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

tips back head

James/Mary (just cuz i’ll write it here and there don’t mean i still don’t like it; i can put aside personal preferences for the sake of the written word and imaginations)

James/Maria (...... yeah no wait i don’t think i could ever really come around to that one, so i just kinda HUGE No Thanks 5ever)

Harry/Cybil :( sry y’all but bi/lesbian power friendship

Harry/Anyone Shattered Memories ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Harry/Lisa (which might due in part to her name...............)

Travis/Lisa (...... hhh)

sorry i know harry mason is a bisexual treat, but i-- i actually have other uhhhhhhhhh for his lovin women so hahaha yeah

Alessa/Claudia (T-poses as a show of threat and dominance) ([̷̢͇̙̜͉͎̗̤̯̤̼̤̩͙̹̤͔̗̣̲̹͇̙̥̞̣̞̗̻͚̎̌͋͊̕͜ͅR̸̢̢̨̢̨̢̡̡͙͈̘͎̯̝̩̩̬̺̘̺̩̘̩̫͉̱̺͎̯̩̞͕̄̈́̍̂̿̀̾͂̐͊̀͒̋̅͗͌̈́͊͛̓͝͝ͅĒ̶̡̢̢̢̡̨̡̹̖̤̗̝̞̱̟͇̯̘̰̯̻̲̳̣̞͙̙̪͌͑̊́́́̀́̀̌̇̐͗̒͛͊̈͌̔͜͜͠ͅD̶̛̦̞̫̖̱́̓͗̌̄̋͐̆̈́́̆͊̔̍̃́̚͠Ã̸̛̩͍̼͂̈̌̀͛͌̒́̾̌͛̀̓͗́̽̐̇̌̈̕͘͝͝͝C̷̢̨̡̧̦͕̪̻̼̪̱͍̩͚̹͈̙̟̲͚̬̗͇̮̖̹̞̐͐̂̔̽̑̈́̓͜͜ͅŢ̴̢̧̡̛̻͍͉͈̺̟͙̩̬̝͚̘͖͙̮͉̤͓̦̳͙̥̭̤̹̝̮̖̫̪͔̘͕̭̽̅͋̇͑̾̍̏̉̔̄́͒͒͒̍̅̏̈́͊̄͆̈́̕͘͝͝ͅĖ̸̛̛̪͗͛̈́̈́̄̊̄́́̿̌̂̎́̋͆͂̑̾͐̉͌̃͒̔̓̂́̚̚͠͝͠Ḑ̶̡̧̡̞̬̲̣̹̥̱̬̗̲̪̼̘̻͕͆̒̒́͗̂̌͂̈̚]̵̢̧̧̰̣͍̹̝̦̙̰̩̼̠͕̦̜̱̠̗͍̯̖̲̝͔͎̅̾̉̓̊̽͆̃͘͜͝͠)

Two-Face/Riddler (REALLY picky about this one)

Riddler/Penguin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  can’t bring myself to it, man

Munkustrap/Demeter (sorry lads........... i’m so sorry....... i’ve tried for 84 years i swear........... pls don’t forget me....)

Mistoffelees(Quaxo)/Victoria (same dig)

Tugger/Bombalurina (ok let’s just say that like 90% of the longtime “fanon-agreed ships” i’m not here for, sorry my good dudes, but i do have opinions as to where they fit in elsewhere (and listen here you little shits--

what other fuckin fandoms do i sully

idk taking receipts as always

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

uhh

Eddie Dombrowski is not a favorite and never has been on my radar of characters i dig - however, he’s a character i went ham on with psychological dissection and i would do it again, but more coherently and with more time to think about it instead of just barfing (hah) it out in one go

he’s a fascinating study and i have several other opinions on him and that includes him as a behavioral/psychological/intent/motive exercise boy HOWDY

uhh...

The Penguin is a character who also can be picked apart until the cows come home and has been an interesting one to see evolve (or devolve, whew) through the years. i can see why he’s a favorite amongst the rogues fans and he’s got a really neat backstory and motive, and totally respect how he’s been portrayed and how the fans have handled/talked about him

uhhh

Jondalar (Clan of the Cave Bear) sure does.. .... y’know! good for him

how’d i do

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

.. :) yeah i remember my first OTP, and my first time trying to write fanfiction without knowing what it really was because i must’ve been like in fourth grade or around there

maybe younger? who’s to say

so i was really into Wizard of Oz/Oz books and i slowly collected the series, badgering various book stores into ordering it (and mom), and man i was Super Deep, Dude. i fuckin was on a Wizard of Oz site and they had a dedication page to Jack Haley (Tin Man) and this gut-wrenching quote from Ray Bolger (Scarecrow):

"Jack, it's going to be very lonely on that Yellow Brick Road now."

(btw all this time i had it flipped; i thought it was Jack eulogizing Ray, but upon double check, welp)

but anyway :) that hurted :) still hurteds a lot :))))

fuckin Ouch

anyway the point is that i shipped Tin Man/Scarecrow and i even wrote a bit of fanfic about it (sorry dad’s computer that you had to read/come back to it) and since i had no friends and young i played pretend a lot and you’ll NEVER guess what i was playing pretend about--

and it WAS very dramatic thank you very much

.. i think i was (rping with myself lbr here) actually doing a storyline where They Were Discovered and !!!!!!!!!! The Bigotry!!!!!!!!! and they had to defend themselves!!!!! and their love!!!!!!!!!!!!! without even knowing what the fuck i was doing

chinhands

it was Tin Man/Scarecrow Wizard Of Oz

#poppycrowns #;__; tysm #ches writes #and here are my opinions!!!! they are many #accept my gifts!!!!! i hope you had mixed feelings about them

[madame-coquette]

💋 + this blog ! // if this ask comes through twice it's cause i got an error message the first time, sry

                             What Do Kisses Taste Like ?? ( Meme ) || Accepting !!! 

( No worries ! You don’t have to apologize if there’s ever a time things are sent as duplicates -- that’s also happened to me more times than I can count ! - Heather ) 

Historical Verse Answer: 

Her lips have been loosened thanks to the copious amounts of the ever popular ‘ Veuve Clicquot ‘ champagne brimming over the novelty beverage fountain by the immense hearth. Her Majesty’s cheeks were flushed carnation pink as she giggled by her ‘ fleur précieuse ‘, Gabrielle de Polignac.  

“ Come now, you are ‘ le bijou de la France ‘ and moreover --- you are ‘ ma chère bijou ‘, Reinette. I won’t tell anyone what you’ve said here tonight. We’ll consider it a school girl’s silly game ... so, again: What do you think Monsieur Swift’s kiss might taste like ??? Don’t lie, I know you’ve thought of it - you get the most tender look on your face when he’s mentioned ... “ 

Marie giggled, at 26 she was hardly a little Queen anymore, but the nickname has stuck: rumor was it was Madame de Pompadour’s childhood nickname ... disagreeable, but harmless coming from Gabrielle’s pretty mouth. Marie paused, blue eyes focusing on the flames as she tried to force coherency through her thoughts: 

“ Probably spiced wine - with notes of cloves, cardamom & ginger ??? I rather like to believe it would be every bit as complex and seasoned as he seems to be ... but then, perhaps I should not be thinking like this at all ? “

Modern Verse Answer:

“ D’accord, I suppose it would be a bit like kissing ... ah ...  la personnification de danger ? Perhaps like that cheap cologne & booze he seems so fond of ?? Some hints of gun smoke ??? or is that just his cigarettes ... ? Who knows, il est un homme de mystère --- fitting, non ? “ 

It’s wonderful her diplomatic grin can eclipse the genuine intrigue of the question, isn’t it ??

#diicktective #• Fetch A Quill --- I Have Much To Say ! • ( Answered Asks // Memes. ) #• Vous Avez Éclipsé le Soleil: Comme Tu es Magnifique ... • ( Marie & Swift. )

[makethanproud]

my heart is lost // e

a/n: i fucking love this song and i fucking love ethan so it only makes sense. !!! mentions of drug use !!! it’s a blackbear song what do u want from me :P

summary: ethan takes care of you while you ride out a high. kinda. idk.

-

you rested your chin in your hand and tapped your nails on the counter. you had ethan’s contact pulled up on your screen as your phone sat in front of you, daring you—taunting you, even—to call him. it had been nearly two weeks since you last saw him, since you last spoke to him, and you weren’t about to break your radio silence just because you were high. at least, that’s what you told yourself. that’s what you told yourself last time too, and the time before that. you quickly grabbed your phone in a fit of impulse and tapped his number.

“hello?” your heart was pounding out of your chest. immediate regret. you didn’t know why you were calling him. “y/n? hellooo?”

“where are you?” you smacked your hand to your forehead and squeezed your eyes shut.

“uhhh,” he forced an awkward laugh. “i’m in beverly hills right now.” you bit your thumb to stop you from speaking without thinking again. “why, where are you?”

“i’m, um, i’m in my house. do you wanna come over?”

“hold on.” you could hear him talking to someone, but you couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying.

“i’ll be over in like 15 minutes.” the tension you held in your shoulders released.

“oh. sweet. well, i’ll be here,” you said through a halfhearted laugh. it was quiet for a moment before ethan mumbled a goodbye and the line went dead. you returned your phone to its original spot in front of you and stared at the black screen.

“what the fuck,” you breathed, running your hand through your hair. you weren’t sure why you were so flustered. after all, it was you who called him. and it wasn’t like ethan didn’t care about you. he always came over when you called, even though he knew you’d ghost him when the night was over. it was practically routine at this point. god, you wondered why he stuck around.

you were removed from your thoughts when your phone chimed.

come outside, the text read. you slid off the barstool and grabbed the vial from the counter before stuffing it into the waistband of your shorts, then pulled the hem of your hoodie over the lump.

you shook out your body to relax your muscles to not seem so eager. the bright lights of ethan’s bmw blinded you when you opened the door, forcing your hands over your face to shield your eyes.

“agh, fuck,” you grumbled, stumbling down the front steps. you pulled the handle to the car open and plopped down in the passenger seat. you looked over at ethan and blinked slowly with a soft smile. “hi.”

“jesus, y/n. are you on something right now?” he huffed, resting his arm on the window. you itched the tip of your nose as a reply and he rolled his eyes. “i thought we were over that.” he shifted the car into reverse and started down the driveway.

“oh, no,” you shook a finger at him, “you are over it.” you took the cocaine out of your waistband and waved it next to his face. you started talking again before he had time to react. “where are we going, anyway?” you watched as his mouth moved and you heard that he was speaking, but you weren’t listening. you were too focused—he was just so pretty. he wasn’t even trying. he didn’t have to.

you were absolutely enchanted by him. you were fixated on his distinct features as the street lamps illuminated the high points of his face, pulling you deeper into your trance. he turned to look at you and cocked an eyebrow when he realized you were staring at him.

“can i help you?” he asked playfully. you faced forward and folded your hands in your lap. your cheeks were hot. was ethan making you nervous? you felt your eyebrows stitch together and shook your head softly, concluding it was just a side effect of the blow.

you sat up as ethan pulled into a dirt parking lot on the side of the road. he came to a quick stop and put the car in park. “we’re here.” he got out and jogged to your side, opened the door, and held out his hand. you looked at his open hand then back up at his eyes. he wiggled his eyebrows and stifled a laugh, bravely reaching for you since you wouldn’t reach for him.

he led you over to a cluster of boulders near the edge of a cliff and climbed to the top of the biggest one. he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to sit with him.

you laid your back against ethan’s chest as you both watched the city lights of los angeles flicker beyond the edge of the overlook. gingerly placing your small hand on ethan’s much larger one, you sighed contently. you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder and lean his head into yours, closing the space between the two of you. your cheeks were burning now, only this time you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t the cocaine.

your moment was cut short by the repetitive vibration of ethan’s phone. he pulled it out of his pocket carefully, trying his best to not move too suddenly. he silenced the persistent buzzing and tossed it beside you. the phone lit up once more before finally fading to black for good.

“who was that?” you questioned innocently.

“just some girl.”

“well why didn’t you answer?”

“she’s not important.” he brushed it off as if it were nothing. you knew he was lying, although you couldn’t place exactly why.

-

“throw it.” he gestured towards the cliff. your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.

“throw it?” you wailed. “ethan that’s almost two hundred fucking dollars!”

he shrugged. “throw it!” his voice echoed through the hills. he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled again. “throoooow it!” he flashed you a huge grin as you stared at the vial you held so tightly in your hand. you shifted your feet anxiously and raised your arm over your head, before releasing the vial into the night below. you froze when you realized what you just did. you turned, wide eyed, to find ethan hollering and clapping.

“i can’t believe you just did that,” he laughs, doubled over to catch his breath. when he steadied his breathing, he stood up and rested his hands on his waist. “alright let’s go.” you opened your mouth to protest, but decided to stay quiet and complied anyway. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you started towards the car.

-

the ride back to ethan’s house was much quieter than the ride from yours. it was a comfortable silence, though. you didn’t feel like you had to speak, you felt safe in the comfort of his presence. ethan kept his hand entwined with yours as he drove, eyes concentrated on the road in front of him. before long, you were at his house and he was dragging you inside.

he pressed a finger to his lips as the door creaked open. “my brother is probably sleeping,” he whispered. you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, making the hair on your arms stand up. you nodded and pursued forward into the darkness, hands stretched out in front of you to guide you. ethan’s body was pressed against yours, hands delicately placed on your hips so that he wouldn’t lose you.

“it’s this door on the right,” he spoke softly. you blindly turned into the room and stretched forward for the bed. you felt the comforter on your fingertips and climbed in, waiting for ethan to situate beside you. to your surprise, he announced that he would be sleeping on the couch.

“i want you to sleep here,” you whispered. “with me.” he opened up the covers and got in, body instantly fitting into yours. you couldn’t help but feel you were meant for each other. he wrapped his arms around your torso and buried his face in your neck. your breaths became rhythmic with his, and you became sleepy within minutes. it was the first time in weeks you were able to sleep without some kind of drug in your system. ethan, you feared, was about to become your brand new addiction.

-

you rubbed your eyes and rolled off the bed. it was morning. ethan was still snoring softly on his side, reaching out when he felt that you were no longer in his arms. he swatted the empty space beside him, settling for a pillow to pull into his chest. you shuffled out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen in search of some food.

“who are you?” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you. there stood a boy who oddly looked just like ethan, although he was a little taller and much broader. you quickly concluded that he was probably his brother, who wanted to know why a random girl was rummaging through his cabinets.

“i’m uh, y/n. ethan’s friend. hi.” you stuck your hand out to be polite. the stranger shook it seemingly unwillingly.

“you’re y/n? you’re her?” you pursed your lips and nodded.

“whatever that means. i’m ‘her,’ i guess,” you laughed lightly. he didn’t. the boy continued to study you through cold eyes before turning around and grabbing two plates from the cabinet.

“oh i’m not—”

“it’s not for you,” he said flatly. you retreated to a chair at the island and didn’t speak again. you sat in awkward silence for what seemed like forever before he left and ethan emerged in the doorway.

his hair was sticking out in every direction and his shirt was disheveled. somehow, he looked just as pretty as he did the night before. his pale pink lips parted as he gave you a lazy smile, leaning on the doorframe. you couldn’t take your eyes off him. you had sobered up in your sleep, yet your feelings for ethan remained. you finally accepted your fate:

you were fucked.

a/n: i didn’t proofread this at all so sry if it isn’t coherent lmao. this took four days to write because i couldn’t stay motivated. hope it’s not complete trash but idc if it is B)

[unclesamwilson]

this is a list of things i liked and didn’t like about endgame which i wrote the morning after i saw endgame

STUFF I LIKED

- falcon cap

- ant man!!! what a blessing. he was v funny i laughed so much it was so refreshing. 

- gamora and nebula!!!! what a surprise and what a genuine pleasure that marvel continues to impress me with this sister relationship!!!!!!!!

- i kiiiind of liked bruce. i thought his character was pretty believable. like his blase attitude ... considering he’s never been known for his strength of will, and he’s been through so much shit, i believed that was *a* way he might handle this shitty situation. bruce and the hulk are both known to run away from problems, and he definitely didn’t do that this time, which was nice. but we also never got to see a true The Incredible Hulk moment which was a downer :/

- the whole sequence in 2012 new york. loved the the cap v cap fight. america’s ass was one of the moments that i was like “is this a crackfic”. thor reviving tony with mjolnir?? also loki just picking up the tesseract and bouncing was completely hysterical to me

- f a l c o n c a p

- the final battle! that was so much fun. i cried when sam said “on your left,” don’t even. and then when the wakandans walked through the portal with the sunset, my cinematic heart grew two sizes, like god, avengers movies never really impress me visually but when they do they do, right???

- VALKYRIES PEGASUS

- CAP USING MJOLNIR

- loved captain marvel

- spider-man being precious and also badass AND THE IRON SPIDWR BYE

- although it meant all my fav characters got sidelined for basically the whole movie, i appreciated the focus on the original avengers. i’m a sucker for a plot that comes full circle, and i’m a sucker for parallels, and also—this movie was SO much more focused, streamlined, and coherent than infinity war; it wasn’t busy or exhausting like it could have been. the addition of ant-man and a couple guardians was appropriate and they were some of the best characters so ... nice.

- “is that everyone?” “what, you wanted more?” Cue me, to my husband sitting next to me in the theater, “uh YEAH i wanted more, she’s still not BACK YET” boy i was so heated when carol just left for the whole movie but when she came back it was so worth it

- the opening with hawkeye was cute, his daughter was cute. i think i pissed off the stranger next to me in the theater because like 3 seconds into that scene (and the movie) i whispered “oh she is gonna be dust” and my husband snorted and the guy made some huffy noises and i was sitting there thinking “it wasn’t a spoiler it was common sense lol”

- at the end steve started to get emotional with bucky and i knew he was about to be a Bastard registered trademark, and i turned to ads and said “when hulk tries to bring him back it’s just gonna be the shield” which i think would have been very cool visually and all and it would be clear that steve just went to a new timeline, right? but i was so thrilled by his convo with sam ... they were so precious ........ that was worth it.

- (i didn’t HATE steve’s ending. it felt kind of tacked on and unnecessarily complicated, but it was also the obvious Happy Ending that they’ve been hinting at for like 8 movies with cap. the writers talked their way around their own definitions of time travel a little too much to make it work lol... but it was a very kind ending for steve, sam, bucky, and AU peggy.)

- f a l c o n c a p

- OH FUCK!!!! SAM AND BUCKY AT THE FUNERAL!!!! AHAHAHAHAHA

- actually everyone at the funeral was touching. i was touched. (and sam and bucky were TOUCHING *eyes emoji*.) pepper is v precious and Happy talking to peppers daughter made me WEEP. i mean, now i have to live in a world where tony stark is some kind of barfy fanboy messiah, but like how is that different than before l o l

- i kiiinda liked the one “girl power” thing in the final battle? mostly because i like all those characters, and i like seeing them work together. i always like seeing women work together. but it was also sooooooo hokey and like ... a bit pandering. i just want to tell the writers/producers “you don’t get to claim women’s rights after the last 12 garbage years ok” (and also after throwing ANOTHER woman in the soul stone pit fjdkfjg) 

- the avengers dynamic for a lot of this movie was, finally, a team dynamic, and they worked together and at times even had fun together and it was so much more fun to watch than the last ....... every avengers movie including civil war. i mean, it wasn’t perfect throughout. and also tony was a huge douche canoe for awhile, but hey, in the end he wasn’t a bad teammate and also i never have to watch him again

STUFF I DIDN’T LIKE

- thor, just ,, pretty much entirely, but mostly the Fat Jokes. i think his arc could have been ok if he just ...... wasn’t fat. EDIT: my husband actually liked thor a lot in this movie, and he brought up some valid points, which i kinda want to make another post about. but this post is my initial reactions and in general i was just not happy with thor whenever he was on screen.

- particularly thor berating a child over the internet on a video game

- thanos continues to be boring, but there wasn’t as much of him in this movie as i expected, t h a n k

- didn’t like tony stark at all in the first half of the movie or more. what an absolutely unappealing dick. what was with his tantrum after he got back to earth?? and ripping out his IV and throwing a fit and blaming captain america? like this isn’t fun to watch, and it hasn’t been fun to watch in the last 5 avengers movies either lollll.

- tony stark’s family was off-putting for me. it was just weird to watch. i think this was a personal thing though. like individually i love pepper and the little girl but it was just ... i think it was very unexpected to me, and hard to wrap my head around

- giant plot hole where thanos just left his timeline like ok lol

- you’re trying to tell me the incredible hulk was trapped ... under a building?

- didn’t really care about hawkeye sry 

- black widow is so boring to me at this point im just tired of that actor and that character and the way she’s been portrayed for a decade. objectively, her involvement in this movie worked well. subjectively, every time she speaks her voice annoys me

in summary the first half had me worried it was gonna be Another Avengers Movie but the second half i basically forgot all the dumb stuff and really had fun watching it. just ....... super entertained. loved all the parallels and full circles and cheesiness. when they gave sam the shield i think that’s the first time i’ve ever been surprised by a marvel movie and ..... boy.

#there's literally no point to this post #just if you were curious lol #endgame spoilers #avengers #marvel #mcu

[kudalyn]

And now for your other fantasy AU...what is it going by? Magic AU? Anyway super interesting!! So is completely-human still the default form for Atem though? Is it just that every time he transforms he can't help making a tail? And does the anal country (lol sry not sry) ever find them? Is it the mental link that finally reveals their feelings for each other? I get that Atem's magic is different but what can it DO other than let him transform, out of curiosity? Sorry for the scattered questions!

magic au! my au that i’d love to do more for but have to have on the sidelines still ;v; also needs a better name…

now that atem’s a demon conduit, his ‘main form’ is mostly human, but with some mild touches like sharper ears and pupils, a general ‘not quite human’ air to his overall appearance, things you wouldnt really notice unless you were observant and knew what to look for. if he allowed himself to relax and accept what he is now fully,  his appearance would take on a bit more of a demonic look to it, horns, small claws, lil nub tail, some black markings. but it takes him a long time to be comfortable in his own skin again, so his keeping up a ‘glamor’ essentially becomes second nature to him and hard to turn off.

unless he’s going fully ‘human’ he almost always has some form of a tail. it’s a point of disgruntlement for him, for learning how to have a tail isn’t easy (but hes at least glad he can keep it short to not do any damage) but yugi finds it endearing. it’s a design trait he just can’t quite get rid of - similar to horns and markings/scales. he can’t ever get fully rid of them himself, more just adjust the sliders of his own customization menu, if you will. shrink the horns, means something else has to grow or change in its place. he can go full ham on some design elements if he wants to, but he’s not really comfortable doing so unless it’s absolutely necessary, like combat.

their home country (lol, anal country) does send people after them, in a more guise of spies/assassins/retrievers sent out without permission into other countries’ territory to try and keep their ‘scandal’ under wraps and not have to deal with the other countries political loops or laws. particularily to the country yugi and atem fled to - one who’s known to give asylum to refugees welcomingly and could get in their way, but also could decide having someone as dangerous as a untrained demon conduit wasn’t worth the trouble for the alliance, and kick yugi and atem out of that country as well. so both assassins and the boys try to keep a low profile for various reasons.

its actually a batch of assassins that make atem and yugi have to reveal themselves to jou and ryou in the first place - yugi had been pretending to be a old man and atem his cat, and jou had gone to him about his sister’s fading sight as rumors of a skilled and cheap apothecary had been popping up, and jou was having trouble gathering money for a ‘proper’ expensive treatment that might not even work. with yugi’s quiet magical help shizuka was cured, and jou was immensely loyal to ‘old man jenkins’ out in the woods, happy to run errands for him or send customers his way, and check in on the old man. ryou came about later looking to be an apprentice, but yugi had to turn him away, but still helped him out a little through book suggestions and minor lessons. ryou and jou met through visiting old man jenkins, and became friends

they noticed some shady looking guys trailing old man jenkins in town one day and followed them out to the forest in the directions of yugi’s hut, and got an eyeful of yugi and atem shedding their disguises and fighting back. there wasn’t much they could do to help out in the fight, as their magic wasn’t near on par as these magic users, but they helped distract a little and in the end, helped yugi hide the unconsious bodies. yugi fled back to the cabin to get memory-altering spells to try and turn the assassins off their path, for just killing them would leave a big X on their location (though atem wanted to do off with them) and yugi didn’t want to be on the run again just yet. ryou and jou help atem guard the men until yugi returns, and then yugi and atem reveal who they are - but yugi intends on using the memory altering magic on jou and ryou too, but ryou notices this and begs them not to do it - they want to help out yugi and learn more about them. they insist they’ll keep their mouths shut, and even help keep an eye out in town if more shifty stuff pops up and try to help redirect any nosy business so yugi and atem can avoid a fight like that again

yugi is unsure but atem is the one who suggests they try it out - he knows yugi is lonely and tired of running, they just got comfortably settled in their cabin for more than a year. he threatens to eat ryou and jou if they betray them though, lol

their mental link does help with getting feelings across, but they had already confessed their feelings prior to the familiar contract - it was the contract that made atem open up about his feelings to yugi, insisting he wanted to be with yugi forever and this was a solid way to tie him to yugi and ensure yugi’s safety - from himself

yugi had some romantic feelings for atem as well but had pushed them aside in all the stress and danger, but the opening of the mental link allowed them to be able to share thoughts and emotions without miscommunication, so he opened up to their relationship fully when he could fully understand the depth of atem’s feelings. the mental link has some downsides, like intrusive thoughts sometimes flitting between them or things like those awful ‘first thing that came to mind and it was an insult’ sort of thoughts, but they have a different ‘color’ than their fully coherent thoughts so they understand what they are easily and try to help each other with those kinds of things, like each owns self-detrimental thoughts and feelings. also the fact they literally can’t keep a secret from each other, cause while they can keep the thought itself hidden, the other can feel when they’re withholding something behind a mental barrier, and thus gets nosy. though the mental link is a hell of a boon when it comes to mushy times and sexy times, but they learn to tune out the ‘yugi and atem radio FM’ with experience. it can be distracting.

atem’s magic is mostly about power absorption and distribution. it comes across as a physical alteration to himself usually, but demons absorb essence and power via emotions, elements, or just pure arcane magic depending on their specialty. atem - and by extension zorc’s - specialty was arcane, one of the most deadly since it can just draw from existence itself. atem can suck the magic stamina right out of someone and use it for himself, altering it as he needs, but he can also give it, greatly strengthing and fortifying yugi’s already pretty impressive stamina and skills. essentially he skills in buffs and debuffs, and through that he can strengthen himself and yugi in various ways. he usually buffs his own physical strength, and yugi’s magical stamina, but he can do things like mimic elemental magic if need be (not his strong point, little finesse with that stuff and more Big Explosions)

its a great boon to yugi since atem can choose what kind of buff to give yugi depending on the type of magic yugi is using. yugi is a jack of all trades wizard, where he has many skills but not many direct specialties or masteries. atem can help buff that by giving him more control over a certain element or branch of magic, where it’d normally take yugi more studying and control to use said branch, and through the buffs he learns and gets more skills when he uses that branch of magic. 

as these kind of open buffing and debuffing is extremely useful but dangerous in this magical world, demon conduits (and strong demon familiars) are deemed far too dangerous to exist, for they can either be very destructive themselves by absorbing magic and causing pure chaos, or if they are trapped and manipulated they can give someone or some group much more power than they’d have naturally. 

a perilous existence for atem, for sure, but yugi and atem manage as best as they can.

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[davidpastrnak]

Thoughts on Donato as a Bruin? Like how will he fit in?

he definitely has the potential to be a top 6 player imo! he scores lots of goals and he’s so fun to watch

i imagine with debrusk and backes out he could slide into the second line on krejci’s wing or play 3c for now but i guess we’ll see

he’s also a local guy so im rooting for him so hard and can’t wait to see how his debut goes!!!!

#hopefully this is what u were looking for #sry this isn’t super coherent im half asleep right now #answered #anon

[savage-styles]

hi Nicholas! I love you and your blog 😍 😍 Ok I'm v shy pls don't think I'm weird or anything, I'm just curious. What things do you do that most guys do? Is that a weird ? 😅 Ok tell me if you want not answer, Sry I'm an awkward. 🤣😄

Anon, this is sort of adorable.  

My apologies if this isn’t terribly coherent.  I’m in the middle of sleep, but I had to get up and use the bathroom so I thought I’d answer now while I’m up for a bit since I won’t have much time before work tonight.

I think what you’re asking is, do I do anything stereotypical of men?

The answer is yes.  I do a lot of pretty stereotypical  things that men do.  I’m pretty much your run of the mill guy..  I don’t know if you’re looking for specifics, so I won’t go into detail, but yeah, I’m your fairly average dude.  

I’m also an awkward.  :D

Good night, Anon!  Much love!