#the more hatred he shows the sexier he is

[gum-iie]

blegh

#fgo #oberon vortigern #2nd asc needs more love #i said i love all three and i love all three #the more hatred he shows the sexier he is #self report #quarantine doodles

[thevoidscreams]

Hello 🌺 How are you? I hope you are doing well✨ I'm not sure that you can write requests so often. But I dreamed about this plot and have been spinning in my head for a couple of days😅 I need to share this with someone)) Sanguinius / reader (not officially married, but live as spouses). As soon as peace negotiations were held on the entry of a rich and developed planet into the Imperium, everything went smoothly and the government surrendered quickly. Thus, Sanguinius and his Astartes did not have to show their tough fighting side. Everyone on the planet considers him a peaceful, calm person with a beautiful appearance. So it is with his legion. And so, while the last negotiations were taking place, the reader (she constantly accompanies the primarch on his campaigns when the fighting remains on the flagship with trusted bodyguards) is walking with several Astartes through the water gardens when she is attacked by a group of dissenting rebels. Although they are quickly disarmed, they manage to injure the reader. How would Sanguinius react and what did he do? Maybe he fell into the Black Fury? And let him, as a result, be very worried about what the reader now thinks of him. But she will say that in anger he looks even hotter and sexier than usual)))

I like this idea :3 I kinda diverted a bit, though. Sorry.

Also, I'm sorry they keep taking so long.

TWs: Gore, blood and death. (You live though bby don't worry 😘)

It was like the stories of old. The fall of the mightiest angel of God.

His wings blotted out the sun as you feebly looked up from the blood-stained water of the cute fish pond you'd been admiring, not even five minutes before.

Your blood flowed from a gash across your chest and over the opulent white marble and mingled with the blood of the rebels as your guards cut them down.

Your smile was one of shock, and your head felt light with blood loss. He was coming to save you. He didn't draw his sword to fight, and you were certain, in your heart, that he would scoop you up and fly you away to safety. But he didn't, and you became entirely aware of the horrors before you as you saw the love of your life land in the fray, rending tiny human forms to bloody piles of meat and sinew and bones by hand. Steaming, stinking offal was scattered over stone and foliage as he ripped his way through terrified men and women. His eyes black as pitch and his pristine white feathers that had been so clean and perfectly preened through all the peace talks were now stained a violently bright crimson. He opened his mouth, and your whole body rang as he roared in furious hatred.

Now you understood why he'd never let you see him after a fight. Why you always had to wait for him to wash and clean his armor after taking the field of battle.

But what you weren't prepared for was the sheer animalistic nature of the man you loved. As he tore the upper half of a man away and poured the blood into his mouth, squeezing the body to paste to get even more of the coppery liquid.

A shakey hand raised up as your fingers slid over the gapping wound in your chest, and your stomach turned.

There was so much violence around you that you figured you'd gotten lost in the uproar. But those pitch black eyes found you, bleeding and alone by the water side. His face softened, and something like sanity returned to his face, then guilt and terror and panic. He stole towards you, his arms reaching out for you. You felt a pang of fear lance your racing heart, as you tried to push yourself up your shoulder was caught by the heavy boot of a fleeing rebel and your body slid over the edge of the pond.

It was deeper than you thought it'd be, the pond that is. It was at least ten feet in the little divet your body settled in. It was oddly quiet, too. The sound of bolters was muffled by the deep layer of water, and the pressure made your ears pop. Bubbles flowed up from your lips and rose happily towards the surface. But they were broken apart by a massive golden gauntlet. The gauntlet became an arm and then a shoulder and then the rest of the primarch as he came in after you.

The fresh crimson was diluted in the water as he scooped up your small delicate form and hauled you out from under the surface with ease.

"Darling?!" He called down to you. Your eyes glazed and unfocused. You must have looked like a drowned rat in his arms. The last thing you remember as the world went dark around you was the look of shock and pain in his eyes as he shook you gingerly and called your name. Then, nothing but fragments of hectic scattered dreams and dark eyes and crimson stained lips.

The medical wing was never a comfortable temperature, and the beds were always a bit too hard for your liking. So it surprised you to wake up in a comfortable bed in a comfortable room. It was dim, and your eyes were blurry, so your surroundings were a bit hard to make out.

You were dry and in a fresh medical gown. The gash in your chest was sore, and the stitches were still fresh.

As you got up, you realized you were tied to several machines that read out your condition. Heart rate, blood pressure, and other things you weren't sure what they were.

With a tug, you pulled the sticky pads from your arms and unlocked the finger monitor. The beeping became a quiet alarm as the rate on the monitor dropped to zero, and you giggled as you watched the line go flat.

Just as you were about to turn to look for someone to ask about the events prior to you waking up here, the door burst open. Sanguinius stood in the doorway, his wings puffed up with panic as he surveyed the room, which you were just realizing was yours and his.

His ruffled wings calmed as he made his way around the bed and scooped you up into loving and gentle arms.

"Please, don't do that again." He kissed the top of your head as he returned you to the mattress and pulled the blankets up over you.

"What happened?" You asked, Sanguinius looked a bit uneasy at the question and took a deep breath.

"You were attacked by a group of insurgents who were unhappy about the union of their planet and its government and the imperium." He watched you carefully as he gave his answer and then you asked another question. One that made his hearts drop.

"And what about you? What happened to you down there? I've never seen you like that before."

Sanguinius looked ashamed, like he'd been caught in the act, doing something indecent. He sat on the edge of the bed, and his head hung low, wings similarly drooping.

"I... " He wasn't sure how to begin, but he knew he could no longer keep it from you. His beloved one, his own angel. His light.

"I lost control, I fell to my rage. After I heard over the vox that you'd been attacked... that you'd been hurt. I fell to the darkness inside me, and I let it guide my actions." He breathing quickened. And he turned to look at you, his eyes sincere and brimming with tears. "I would never hurt you. I promise, my rage could never be for you, I love you, and I would die before I lost control like that around you ever again. I promise you are safe." He assured. Sanguinius seemed almost desperate for you to believe him, as though your belief would make it true.

"I believe you, Sangy. I love you too." You got out from under the blankets again to go to him. Crawling onto his lap and pulling his arms around you. "Thank you for coming to save me."

The angel seemed surprised and then very, very happy. "Of course darling. I would never leave you for dead."

"I know you wouldn't." You assured him and took his large hand into yours. "If I'm being honest... I kinda liked it." You admitted quietly.

Sanguinius face twisted to an expression somewhere between horror and revulsion. "What could you possibly mean by that?" The primarch asked, his voice still gentle despite his sudden sinking, disgusted feelings. How could you have enjoyed a display like the one in the gardens?

"You were angry; angry because I got hurt. You loved me enough to tear the gardens apart to save me. I liked that you love me enough to feel that kind of anger. It proves to me that you really do view me as more than just another base line human." Your cheeks felt warm as Sanguinius hugged you even closer.

"Well of course, but I would have thought that would be evident by all the other things we do together."

He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your throat and kissed it too.

You sighed happily and shivered with pleasure. You still couldn't help but feel a certain sort of heat as you pictured his angered form descending from above to destroy his enemies and protect you.

"There's also a certain kind of beauty to your rage. A dark beauty that feels forbidden. And the danger of it is alluring."

"You're playing with fire here." He whispered against your tender neck. Feeling his fangs score your skin, you shivered again, half in fear and desire.

He laid you back but stopped suddenly as he heard you hiss in pain.

"Darling?"

"Just the wound." You admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, of course. I am sorry for my thoughtless behavior, I should not be getting riled up when you are this injured. Forgive me." He placed you down so softly, so sweetly, you could have never been mad.

"All is forgiven, although you didn't need my forgiveness." You kissed him, and he felt that bone deep need to care for and protect you. His most precious one.

Sanguinius stayed until you were asleep again, leaving you with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"I will be back soon my dove."

The planet's leaders had been truly contrite about the garden incident. Handing over all of the surviving rebels to be dealt with as part of their deal to keep peace. Sanguinius had demanded it, demanded justice be left to him to deliver. They'd agreed, not wanting to anger this angel of death.

Sanguinius made his way down to the Red Tear's brigg, his anger growing as he went. He'd have his justice for you himself now that he knew you'd live. He'd not even let himself consider the other side. Losing you. And his heart was ever so lighter for not losing you.

But still, that darkness roiled under the surface, the need to punish them for trying to kill you growing with each step.

By the time he'd made it to the cells holding them, he'd made up his mind. For your sake, he would be just... and make it quick.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #fanfiction #primarchs #primarch #primarch x reader #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #my writing #he bout to kill them bitches #he really does love you

[thesnadger]

I've noticed people in Dracula Daily complaining about adaptations that make it sexier, wanting adaptations that depict Dracula as terrifying rather than alluring. Or that emphasize the horror of the Harkers' experience, especially Mina's.

If that sounds like you, or if you just want an emotional, gothic horror that depicts vampires as terrifying, I cannot recommend Daniel: A Grave Tale of Horror enough. (Website Taptastic Webtoon)

Daniel isn't an adaptation of Dracula, though it does take some influence. It's an original vampire story set in 1930s Illinois, about a woman named Christine whose childhood friend suddenly vanishes, and about what happens when he suddenly returns. The whole comic is finished now, so you can read it from beginning to end.

The writing is fantastic. It shows how terrifying it would be to have a vampire's attention. The horror of being turned against your will, being helpless as an unstoppable, corrupting force takes you over. The pain of seeing someone you love become something incomprehensible and terrible. The conflicting emotions of pity, grief, fear and hatred that rise from it.

I was initially a little neutral on the art, but the further I got into the story, the more it added for me. The acting, blocking and shadows all help it look like a black and white film from the thirties, something that might have come out around the time the story is set.

If you're interested in reading Daniel, be sure to take the content warnings seriously. This is a true horror story, it gets very dark and at times, very graphic. Make sure it's something you're prepared to expose yourself to before you read!

#vampires #webcomics #horror webcomics #dracula daily

[prisonguards]

Trying and failing not to think about how every. single. duos. potential win would be made infinitely sexier if the bonds break in the end when I’m an angst and tragedy enjoyer

Tango and Jimmy… forced to kill their partner, the only one who has uplifted them every step of the way, believed in them when no one else would, stood up for eachother through thick and thin. It would break them. They would be inconsolable. Like first of all it would be no small miracle for them to be the final two standing, but just the absolutely crushing devastation. All their joy immediately decimated when the bond breaks and they realize what has to be done. It would have to be a Scarian-style thinly veiled self-sacrifice from one of them because I don’t think they could have the heart to do it for real, to actually fight eachother to the death.

Ren and Bigb… their messy on and off again relationship coming to a head. Could they really ever amicably come back together? After all their issues they’re always reunited by convenience, but will those feelings and frustrations and fears that we saw at Scott’s Relationship Ranch surface again? Will they make a honorable fight of it, or will Ren’s rage and Bigb’s resentment surface again? They were always so good at making issues with eachother when there weren’t really any there...

The Divorce Quartet would all make such interesting face-offs, because it shows the defeat of the system set in place. Cleo or Scott would have already lost their chosen soulmate, so maybe it would be easier for them, less feelings to get in the way of the job that has to be done.

Cleo and Martyn… wouldn’t it be such a grand show of valor, as the Soulbound who couldn’t provide, who endangered his partner, for Martyn to sacrifice himself? To let Cleo win? Though he was never very good at giving Cleo what she wanted or needed or asked for, he always was a bit too selfish, despite what hes always thought

Scott and Pearl… Scott doesn’t seem to think they’re making it to the end again, he’s said he’d rather kill himself than let Pearl wreck havoc as Red. But if they did make it to the end… the hatred between them is so much. Pearl has no sense of self preservation, she would take so many risks, so it could go either way. She could either win because of her lack of hesitation, or not be careful enough and slip that way. Also the concept of a repeat winner in Scott has me shaking, to be the champion of the traffic games by rejecting the very rules each set in place (Boogey and Soulbounds)… It would be incredible.

Joel and Etho… well they’re repeating fate. Last Life again, instead of the others who will repeat 3rd Life. An even more familiar memory. But Joel has been so loyal all season, so loudly devout. When they have to fight, will Joel continue to show servitude, or will his bloodlust get the better of him? Will Etho be able to turn fate and defeat him this time, or will he be forced to relieve it exactly the same? Their fight in Last Life was so satisfying to me too, it would just be a joy to watch them fight no-holds-barred again.

And those who would have to repeat 3rd Life…

Bdubs and Impulse… oh wouldn’t it just be everything? Wouldn’t it just be beautiful? I’ve seen the dash theorizing about Bdubs betrayal all night already, and I’m with you guys, narratively it would be beautiful. A clock couldn’t really save Impulse… Oooh to be doomed to repeat fate, oooh for Bdubs to prove himself a betrayer once again, after all that love. Oooooh for Impulse to either lay down his life and let it happen again, prove his love, or to reject his repeated fate, turn on Bdubs first or harder, not letting himself make the same mistake twice (not the lack of the clock, it was just trusting Bdubs)

Scar and Grian… Scar and Grian.

It seems like this whole game was set up so what happened in 3rd Life could never happen again. So Grian wouldn’t have to beg the ghosts that couldn’t just the both of them win it together? And for that to collapse at the very last moment, to prove that it will always come back to this, that there will always only be one, no matter what the games seem to promise…

It was set up so 3rd Life could never happen again, so Grian wouldn’t have to kill Scar again in the very end, but they’ve been on the rocks the entire game. Grian’s been trying to outrun what fate has given him again, a physical tether to Scar this time, instead of just one of obligation. He’s been trying to outrun it, and now he finally has his out, he’s no longer bound with Scar.

He just has to do it again.

And the result either way, if he repeats it, if he becomes the trafficgames champion, by having to strike down his oldest ally both times… or if he can’t do it again. If instead of Scar hitting at air and letting Grian overtake him, after already offering up his life before the fight, if Grian takes the fall. He lets Scar have this one. His obligation over, his service of a life. They’re even now.

#double life smp #dlsmp #trafficblr #desert duo #<- tagging them cause I went the most deranged abt them. sorry #this ones just a complete 1 am stream of consciousness ramble guys #you can see Im a repeating fate and self sacrifice enjoyer sorry I repeated that sm #language in this esp the desert duo part is influenced by meta by habeascorpseus *thumbs up smiiile* #I cannot possibly credit all the bdubs theorizing that was going on on the dash tonight #there was so much and I didnt save any of it but it was fun :) great ideas yall #that said #I try not to theorize or engage much with theories cause I dont wanna get my hopes up abt things that Will Not happen #but I couldnt help myself really. I sent a 7+ minute voice ramble to my best friend and decided I had to write my thoughts out for real #but maybe think of this as a sexy au instead of like an actual 'I want/need this to happen.' #also I Am caught up with every single persons pov for double life. but these are just my personal reads on the dynamics so #not the end all be all #my meta #prisspeaks

[fortycumber]

so having read @mindmeltonabun-blog 's analysis of the plagiarism in My Demon, I felt strangely compelled to give my own review, since I have been pondering on it for quite some time now ever since I've finished it.

In short, my opinion would be, that the drama is a rather shallow, superficial, but visually stunning rendition of a popular trope that has been done a gazillion times before. It leaves a lot to the viewer's interpretation and their imagination due to the lack of proper explanation of major events in the plot. Think, an adaptation of a popular teen novel from the 2010s- short on everything but chemistry between the main actors (Fallen from 2016, The Mortal Instruments from 2013, heck even Twilight as the post stated as well and many more). The author laid out a nice blue print of a story that could have worked, had it been better researched and had she paid more attention to details. My particular problem with this drama was Gu Won's obvious identity crisis, which stems mainly from the fact that the author herself didn't really know what he was supposed to be. Like is he a demon, plucked from the many or is he the devil himself? He calls himself a demon, then then devil, he often claims that God's his boss, God herself says that she sent him there among humans, because she needed a "worker", which to me heavily implies that he's an angel..? Am I the only one who couldn't quite understand that part? And after the small discussion I had with certain commenters on Mydramalist, I guess I agree with the fact that he's supposed to be some kind of a fallen angel, mirroring the real devil, but that still doesn't explain as to why God called him "her worker". I guess, everything's part of the author's scarcely explained lore.

The Christian elements of the story, especially the Joseon Era part, were interesting (like I would totally watch a standalone drama following only that arc of the story, it's ten times more original than the main one), but totally lacked in execution and research which made a complete jumbled mess of the whole story, I did catch a few references to the Bible here and there, dunno if they were intentional or not.

Do Do Hee, to me, seemed like an even more washed out replica of Nam Ji Ah from The Tale of the Nine Tailed, mainly in how she was structured: she was strong, independent and formidable until she met her male lead and in a way she served as a feisty enigma for him to solve throughout the first few episodes, until he did and she fell flat, constantly in a need of his protection and reassurance. The "Succession" part of the show was an absolute chaos, it was obvious from the beginning who the culprit was and his tactics were honestly laughable, he wasn't terrifying at all, yet alone secretive and elusive, his whole character seemed to have escaped from a makjang if you ask me. There was no real fight, no palpable hatred and conflict between Do Do Hee and him, he spent strategically more time stroking Gu Won's magical book and chatting up the maniac he hired in sketchy chatrooms, instead of doing evil things. I would so preferred if the guy who was obsessed with Do Do Hee (for whichever reason we'll never find out btw or maybe I missed it, dunno) was the real villain instead of Noh Suk Min, he at least, evoked pure disgust and uneasiness in me, while Noh Suk Min made me laugh, literally. Oh and what a marvelous waste of Lee Sang Yi, his role was literally useless he was just there to be pretty (I love you boo <333333). Let's not forget the detectives please- they were even more useless, they just existed to be clueless about their jobs and look raggedy and lost most of the time.

The whole tone of the drama should have been different and more graphic. For a drama that deals with such heavy topics, it should've been darker, grittier, scarier, Gu Won should have been more dangerous, bolder, more seductive, sexier and more lethal, I mean he's a literal demon and given his tragic backstory he should have been truly ruthless, preying on people's misfortunes and feasting on the terrible outcome, in fact I think I would prefer for him to have been a libertine living an absolutely lavish and debauched life in the human underworld, where he would find most of his potential clients instead of the doleful theatre owner who mopes around clock towers looking for "his next victim", it just doesn't match the person he became after seeing Do Do Hee's past version dead and killing all of those people because of it (I mean Song Kang is more than a capable actor to do such a character, I wanna cry thinking what we've been deprived of seriously). For someone who boldly exclaims his hatred of people, he seems quite timid in hurting them, he should have been shown literally torturing people who didn't adhere to the contract and who wanted to escape it, instead he is just stuck in a dress up game with a plot that progresses nowhere and most of the time selectively "borrows" elements from other famous dramas. In fact the same thing could be said for Do Do Hee as well; as much as I liked most of her outfits, she was presented as this notorious business woman in episode one, but all she ever does in the rest of the episodes is just drive around town, looking like a Barbie doll.

I'm sure there were more things that irked me, but I just can't remember at the moment so I'll just stop here. The sole thing that saved this show was the chemistry between the leads.

#my demon #kdrama #song kang

[lightningandfireinmybones]

Okay besties!!! I love the vibe we have going in here. Might I also throw in my two cents because regarding the whole Rhaegar / Lyanna thing, I have some thoughts as well?

So... I think that no matter how you slice it, it could never and would never have worked out. Not only was Lyanna a child (older than say Dany when she was sold to Drogo yet still a child) but also Rhaegar never treated her as an equal.

I find it very hard to believe that the She- wolf, Lyanna Stark herself, the Knight of the Laughing Tree, the girl that was so head strong that Ned is reminded of her when seeing Arya train with Syrio, the same girl that so earnestly and gently was moved by Rhaegar's sad songs at Harenhall, that she would be on board with fulfilling some grand prophesy.

Because the good version of events is that Rhaegar was forthcoming about the prophecy. He was the Heir, he was slowly and under the table making moves to remove Aerys from the throne and since his youth he was conceived that he could recreate the three heads of the dragon. (being born during a horrific accident that leaves almost everyone dead and was maybe caused by your grandfather in an attempt to revive dragons will mess you up I guess)

So when Elia could no longer safely give him that third child he looked elsewhere.

The bad version, and one that I am mote inclined to believe is that Rhaegar didn't tell Lyanna of the prophecy. He was sent to find the Knight of the Laughing Tree, he found her in the God's Eye and that's how the mess started. Lyanna was already infatuated with him (iirc the grand feast had been the night before and that's when she'd heard him sing)

In addition to that, he was the Prince and the Heir. You don't have to be Cersei to get blinded by that.

The whole dynamic was completely off. Rhaegar knew what he was doing. He knew the consequences and that's why he took her and kept her at the tower of Joy, otherwise he'd just have a bastard, or keep her as a paramour. But he knew how outrageous something like that would be.

He had an opportunity to "give" Lyanna back and he didn't.

Instead he started a war that ended with the brutal rape and murder of Elia and his already existing babies and poor teenage Lyanna all alone in Dorne.

Idk what Elia knew or though or didn't think but i believe that GRRM means for us to be very suspicious of R+L.

Besides throughout his book despite insisting upon the very young age of his characters (mainly girls) when being introduced to sexual situations the narrative always condemns them. For more thoughts on this let me suggest this video

ht tps: //youtu . be/QnYa0zSDl7o by Hill's Alive. It's her thoughts on this exact topic and I thing she makes some valid points.

Targaryen men and their prophecies and their ease to cast away their living children in favour of more future kids. The only thing that can bring the fall of the house of the dragon is the delusion of some of their Kings istg.

In the end no matter what one's thoughts on the R+L thing is (All opinions are valid and respected 🖤🖤 let's allow room for everyone) we can all joyfully be united under our hatred and rage over Aegon being Jon's name in the show. Rhaegar already had an Aegon! He was going for a Visenya!!! D&D kind of forgot about that i guess.

(besides aegon is so basic couldn't they do sth sexier? Side eye)

bestie you just do not miss

because whether you believe rhaegar to be a master manipulator (i am somewhat inclined towards that,,, growing up as the crown prince knowing you will probably have to usurp your father,,, you're not unaware of the moves you have to make) or not, there is something inherently unsettling about the way he approaches lyanna

his tragic background also indicates he had to grow up faster, should be mature enough to know exactly what he was doing!! (also that art piece released recently from the calendar i think with rhaegar and lyanna on the cover,,, the vibes are haunting which is very interesting to me)

and i think it's just like a man like rhaegar to think he is this savior and be determined to fulfill a prophecy that actually has far-reaching horrific implications on everyone around him with zero regards for the consequences (especially to the women,,, his wife is raped and murdered, his daughter is murdered, lyanna is left to die alone in childbirth, his mother is alone on dragonstone giving birth to his sister in terrifying conditions)

THAT VIDEO DOES NOT MISS, i think at the very least thinking critically about how and why it's presented like that is important

and all opinions and interpretations and shipping are respected in this house bc fandom and media is a very safe place to explore ideas and kinks and fantasies and i am a staunch supporter of rights and wrongs both being fun and important while also being aware there are implications and critical thinking to do at the same time

for real, i think a consistent theme is the hubris of men (particularly targ men: daemon, aemond, maegor, aegon I, etc) being their inevitable downfall LIKE WE GET IT YOU'RE HOT AND SPECIAL BUT PLS HAVE SOME NUANCE AND CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS

and i feel connected in this chilis tonight over rage for how D&D just gave up on any critical thinking about some of the more difficult concepts in the end, i know it's hard to give any targaryen a better name than aegon but sweaties i can think of at least 4 off the top of my head:')

EXACTLY HE NEEDED A WARRIOR PLS

(also this is just my pure want thing here is that if he's trying to recreate the 3 heads of the dragon, the third head should be a hot warrior woman,,, jon snow eat rocks give me a dark magic queen instead)

#bestie you wow me everytime #this is a very nuanced take on it and pls i think it's incredible #shipping and fandom are fun and valid for everyone #but mostly just fuck robert and rhaegar #i blame them for all my problems #like the red wedding robb my sweet #ask

[clonewarslover55]

OKAY BUT IF YOURE UP FOR IT??

Reader comforting Boba after he escaped and is healing from the Sarlaac pit?? Maybe some sweet soft smut of them assuring him that he's still worthy and loveable and handsome as hell??

I love this request so much!! So I made it a random sequel to Hard to Kill!! 

Body worshipping Boba Fett Random sequel to Hard to Kill 

Part one       Part two

Warnings: Low self-esteem, panic attacks, PTSD, talk of old injuries, Boba needs therapy, Gender neutral reader, body worshipping, slow smut, oral(Male receiving) cum swallowing, fluff, angst, cry and be horny at the same time with this fic!! 

It had been around two years since Boba escaped the Sarlacc buck ass nude. Leaving his armor, trophies, and pride behind. He had been in her gut for two days, narrowly escaping with his life. He had been dizzy and dilousinal when he had gotten free, crawling onto the night chilled sand. The weak acid of the Sarlacc wounded his body terribly. 

His nasty burns were now nastier scars. His left arm has scars from the surgery he had to repair the broken bone. His right leg always bugged him now, because it was a mangled mess of cracked bone, ripped muscles, and ripped tendons from where the Sarlacc tried to rip it off. The many surgeries on his legs helped, but the leg still bothers Boba often.  

As you helped him heal, nursing him back to health, he told you what happened within the beast. How she trapped souls that would talk to him constantly, how tentacles on the walls of her gut held him still, and how she injected neurotoxin into him to keep him still. Clearly Boba had been scarred mentally and physically from the beast.

You were taking a nap in the cockpit when you heard cursing in Mando’a coming from the cargo hold of Slave I. You blinked and quickly rushed down the ladder to the hold. Boba was sitting against the wall, rubbing his hand clearly in pain. 

“What’s the matter?” You walked over slowly, when Boba was pissed off he was not to be messed with. “My nerves in my left hand, they made my hand lock up while I was repairing the first cell door. I broke it even more.” The frustration is very clear in his voice, something else boiling under the service of his facade. 

You looked at the smoking door, tools scattered about. In his anger he clearly threw a few tools around. Boba rarely lost his cool, so something must be really bothering him. You sighed softly, looking at the glaring Mandalorian. 

You sat down beside him, gently taking his scarred hand in yours. You rubbed his hand slowly, Boba glaring at the floor. “It’s alright Boba, you can’t help-” Boba cuts you off, “None of this should’ve happened. I tried to tell jabba not to try to kill that fucking Jedi!! The stupid Hutt being ignorant ruined my life.” Boba raised his voice, standing up.

“Boba-” He cut you off again, “Don’t Boba me. That stupid monster ruined my body! I am scarred and some of my nerves are damaged! I have to shave my head because the acid that somehow touched my hair causes it not to grow anymore! I-” You stood up, pulling Boba into a tight hug. He hardly ever raised his voice, talking too much hurt his throat. Yelling hurt even more. 

You shushed him, rubbing his back slowly. He trembled slightly, clearly going into a PTSD driven panic attack. “It’s okay cyar’ika.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. Boba buried his face into your neck, hugging you back tightly.

Boba struggled everyday with trauma from the Sarlacc, mainly his self image. He lost his armor and the trophies he wore on it, which took a big part of his soul. The armor was his fathers, who he lost once again. But this time in the bowels of the Sarlacc. 

Boba had always hated mirrors, not recognizing how handsome he was due to a dread and a deep hatred. Now he hardly even looked in the mirror, hating the scars that now covered his body. He limped almost constantly, his right leg hurting more and more every day. 

Boba hated himself more than he ever had before, and it broke your heart. 

“Boba you were never ugly.” You step back cupping his cheek, his dark eyes bright with pain and hate. “You’re just as handsome as you were when I met you.” You stroke his cheekbones, a soft smile on your face. Boba looks at you, a hard look still on his face. 

You continue to stroke his back, whispering sweet nothings and compliments. He eventually relaxes in your arms, sighing loudly. “How about we fix the cell together?” You speak softly like he’s an injured and spooked animal. You stroke his hand gently, smiling when he nods and mumbles out an “ok…”

~A few hours later~ 

You sat on the bed beside Boba, tracing his arm scars softly. It took you both a while to fix the door, but you eventually got it done. “Your scars don’t make you any less of a man Boba.” You spoke suddenly. Boba looked at you, a glare on his face. 

Before your lover could open his mouth to argue you spoke, “It makes you stronger. Your scars tell a story of your survival. You shouldn’t have survived that monster, but yet you did. You nearly died from shock and the nasty wounds. You nearly lost your leg.” You softly cup his cheek, “You survived because you’re Boba Fett, a goddamn Mandalorian. You’re tough and beyond brave, not to mention stubborn.” 

Boba frowned at your words, his dark eyes looking away from yours. “Boba these scars show how fucking tough you are. They prove how incredible you are.” You press a kiss to his scarred wrist. “But I-” You shut him up with a kiss, your lips molding perfectly with his. 

“Boba you’re still hot as hell.” You mumble against his lips, “Actually more so! These scars do things to me.” You kiss him again, Boba kissing you back. “You deserve all the love in the universe Boba, you’re worthy and deserving of happiness.” You whisper. 

Boba looked into your eyes, the sadness in them breaking your heart. “Do you really think I deserve-” You cut him off again, “Boba you deserve the universe and so much more.” He clearly still didn’t believe you, but you knew just how to persuade him. 

You kiss him again, putting all of your love and passion behind the kiss. You helped Boba undress, moving slowly. Once he was naked, you undressed as well. You kissed him again, your hands holding his and giving them a gentle squeeze. 

Boba let you push him onto his back, allowing you to crawl on top of him. You kissed his scarred neck and chest, “Let me show you just how hot you are.” Boba only nodded, still looking unsure. You squeezed his right hand before letting go, using your hands to trace his body instead. 

Boba was relaxed under you, his cock half hard from your teasing kisses. “These scars just make you even sexier to me Boba.” You spoke seductively, your lips tracing a nasty scar on his left pectoral. Boba looked into your eyes, his eyes growing dark with desire. 

You moved slowly, tracing each scar on his sexy body with your lips and tongue. He was covered in scars. So by the time you got to his hard cock he was letting out soft moans, his cock dripping precum. 

Boba let out an irritated sigh when you kissed everywhere but his cock, your lips tracing the scars on his thighs. You smirked to yourself, your grumpy man was coming back. In the Sarlacc Boba kept his genitals covered as long as possible, so luckily his large cock still worked. 

Boba growled out your name, the noise sending lighting bolts of pleasure to your core. You smirked and licked the precum from his head, Boba groaning loudly. “Just look at you. My handsome Boba Fett, all needy for me.” You purred out the words, which made Boba glare at you. 

You held back your laughs as you licked his cock from the base to the head, Boba gripping the bed sheets. He was always the most sensitive when you moved slow like this. You traced your tongue along every bit of his large cock, Boba using all of his willpower to not to buck his hips.  

When you finally put the head into your mouth Boba let out a relieved moan, the noise causing you to get even more excited. You held him at the base, your mouth working over him slowly. Boba bucked his hips, a small whine leaving him at your slow movements. 

You held his hips down, Boba glaring even more at you. You got back to work quickly, taking Boba as far into your mouth as you could. Your hand covered what your throat couldn’t handle. You moaned around him, your tongue swirling around his thick shaft. 

His precum was salty and a little bitter, but it still tasted good enough to you. Boba watched you suck his cock, your throat taking him like a champ. Boba twitched in your mouth, clenching his jaw as he approached his orgasm. 

You pulled back, giving a few teasing kitten licks to his dripping head. He growled out your name, a warning. You smirked and took him back down your throat, your hand and mouth working in a perfect rhythm 

It didn’t take much more for Boba to cum down your throat, the taste of his warm seed making you shiver. You licked his head a few more times after he finished, watching as he relaxed under you. 

You wiped the drool and drops cum from your mouth and kissed your way back up his body. You kissed Boba’s lips deeply, putting all of your love and adoration for him in the kiss. “Do you believe me now?” You questioned, a frown on your lips.

“I suppose….” Your frown turned into a wide grin and you hugged Boba tightly. “Good!!! I love you so much!” Boba smiled, hugging you back. “I love you too, Cyar’ika.” 

Boba Fett still had his moments here and there, but he definitely hated himself a little less thanks to you. 

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NEVER WAS THERE A TALE OF MORE WOE, THAN THAT OF OUR JEANNE AND FANGDADDIO 😭😭😭

But alas, I will relay what I read back in the day to the best of my abilities! Spoilers for the end of Jeanne’s route under the cut, rated E (for everyone) for maximum uwus (and M for angst bc F U C K):

Okay so basically Jeanne’s route goes a lot like most of the routes, and when MC gets attacked (by the rival vampire turned by Vlad) our eyepatched wonder is not happy about it. He storms over to Comte’s room and demands to have his questions answered. Comte notes how deathly serious he is and breezes past the enmity, telling him to go ahead and ask whatever he needs to. Jeanne threatens to kill Comte if it turns out that he’s lying about anything from this point forward. To which Comte (being a little shit), replies that he literally can’t die so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Jeanne tells him he doesn’t care what it takes; he’ll rend him apart to the tiniest shred over and over and over again--even if it takes them both to the other side to accomplish it. Comte concedes and says “very well; if I lie, you’re welcome to try.” Jeanne finally asks if Comte has made a revival pact with anyone new. Comte is genuinely confused and confesses that he hasn’t--that he has no idea who Jeanne is talking about. “What ‘comrade in arms’???” Jeanne seems to sense that Comte is responding in earnest (but is also confused bc like, then who the fuck else turned the guy??? WHO IS THE THREAT I MUST STAB)

Jeanne admits that MC was attacked and you can feel the change in gravity in milliseconds. Comte starts asking where she is and if she’s okay, and Jeanne explains that she’s still in the mansion and she’s fine. Jeanne then asks if Shakespeare has the ability to turn people like he does, and Comte is bewildered to put it mildly. He’s like ??????? Where is this coming from, of course he doesn’t???? I turned him myself, he’s a lesser vampire--he doesn’t have that ability???? In a moment of sheer livid impatience, Jeanne grabs Comte by the lapels and screams “Then who can!?!?!?!” Comte stares at him and admits that there are only two people that he is aware of who can accomplish such a thing, himself and someone else. They hear a loud crash and they run to the dining room, only to find a window smashed, Mozart wounded, and MC gone. Comte’s furious sprite appears, and he asks Jeanne to look after MC, he has something to take care of. Isaac asks him where on earth he’s going, and he reveals that he’s going to Will’s house before storming out.

Poor Shakespeare faces the brunt of Comte’s rage--though I get the feeling, knowing now that Shakespeare is Vlad’s puppet--that the threat was meant more for Vlad than for Shakey boy. Comte goes to Shakey’s place and Shakespeare offers to put on tea or wine, says it’s strange for him to appear so late. Comte tells him not to bother, since he isn’t here to exchange pleasantries. Shakespeare seems p shocked given Comte isn’t usually one to be so direct or terse, and when Comte walks in he backs Shakespeare into the wall step. By step. By step. He asks him if he was involved in the harm done to MC, and Shakespeare’s like “Yeah lol what’s it to you.” And when their shoes are nearly touching, Comte grabs him by the throat and lifts him off the ground. He tells Shakespeare that if this goes on, he won’t show any mercy: "To those that would harm a single member of my house, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth. To the very depths of hell." The narration notes that he lets go of whatever dampens his pureblood aura and nearly suffocates Shakespeare with his raw intensity and power, before putting him down again and saying “That’s all I have to say. I have no more questions for you.” Comte walks right back out, slamming the door while Shakespeare is on the floor coughing. 

So, needless to say, things are hella rocky between Comte and Jeanne throughout the better part of the route. But given the odd dichotomy of Comte’s reactions (his complete acceptance of Jeanne’s fury versus his own anger being directed at Vlad), it definitely felt like there was more there. Everything finally comes full circle at the end when Comte gathers everyone inside the dining room to explain precisely what happened (Vlad, etc. I’m assuming) and asks everyone to take proper precautions moving forward: "I'll take steps to make sure this never happens again. But if we are faced with a similar situation, know that I am prepared to protect you all with every fiber of my being." He deems secrecy a moot point given this incident, and just wants everyone to be safe and ask for help should they need it in the future. 

MC notes that he doesn’t have his usual placid demeanor; he’s incredibly serious and grave. She’s like “Oh boy some serious shit went down huh...but if anything, I feel like it’s only made us have more faith in his ability to protect us c:” AND HERE IS WHERE THE BIG HURT HAPPENS KIDS GET YOUR TISSUES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Jeanne: "...Alright. I will trust in your words. But can I ask just one thing?” Comte: “Yes, Jeanne?” Jeanne: "You know I always hated you, I truly believed you revived me against my will for a long time." Comte just sorta deflates, but he doesn’t say anything (MY POOR BABIE) Jeanne: "But, is that really the case? Did I want to live on, away from that pyre...?" [There was a long silence.] Comte: “...That day, when I appeared, you screamed desperately 'Why must I die here. Whether it be God or the devil, someone make use of me!'” Important note: Jeanne tells MC that he is able to recall thinking that, but he has no acute recollection of saying it; this is the moment at which he lost consciousness. MC: [;-; No matter how hard he tried to stifle it, it (his deep wish to live) came out all the same...] I wasn’t able to transcribe it, but Comte essentially tells him that he tried to ask Jeanne, but he was already barely hanging on--there was no way he could get a proper answer. (This is highly plausible given we know that Jeanne was incarcerated by the Inquisition, tortured, and starved before he was tied to that pyre--it was a miracle he lasted that long. He didn’t even have the strength to move/struggle from where he was tied). Comte goes on to say that Jeanne was pissed to shit when he woke up and there was little he could do to alleviate that (I mean given he was waiting for the sweet release of death it makes sense but also N O ;-;). For a while Jeanne just stares at him before asking: Jeanne: “...Why? Why didn’t you tell me after all this time?” Comte: "Because I thought it was okay if you berated me a little." Jeanne (vine voice: AMERICA EXPLAIN): ?????????? Comte: "Despite being alive...you looked dead to the world ever since the day we met. No matter how hard I tried or whatever I did, I couldn't seem to change that. But...the only emotion I seemed to be able to draw out of you was hate. If hatred was the only thing that could move you, I figured I'd take on that role. Better to see you express something than to see you lifeless beyond any glimmer of hope or change." Jeanne: "Why....why would you go that far?? Why did you bother? I don't...understand" BECAUSE HE HAS SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE AND HE LOVES YOU I’M SOBBING ALL OVER AGAIN OKAY DEEP BREATHS THE SHOW MUST GO ON MINNIE Comte: "Because I'm the one that revived you...because to me, you're all my precious family." Jeanne: "...............................................................I...I'm sorry" AND JEANNE HANGS HIS HEAD WAAAAAAAAAAAH Comte’s brows rise: “...Jeanne?” Jeanne: "I know an apology doesn't forgive everything I did/said. But I don't know how else to make amends"

It goes on to show them all making amends, and while Jeanne can sometimes be like “ughghhghgh d a d stop nagging I’m fINE” he secretly really loves the guy. In Jeanne’s third bday story he’s literally like [Comte’s a weirdo but I see now that that's just how he cares abt me. He's not just worldly, he's a good guy. c: I just don’t care abt whatever he’s going on abt rn]

So like full disclosure before Jeanne’s route I still loved Comte but I really didn’t know much about him beyond the “eccentric nobleman persona.” Granted we definitely get glimpses into who he really is, but this was a sizeable breakthrough. (And probably a strong allusion to the release of Comte’s MS soon after.) That being said, there were so many things said here that just absolutely shattered my heart. 

Because here’s the thing. I have no qualms with Comte’s wish to be a dad--or even to revive the men, for that matter. If it makes him happy and he intends to take care of them reasonably well, then who am I to criticize him? (Fun fact: Leonardo essentially says the same exact thing; he’s more against it than I am because of the whole turning humans, but he doesn’t necessarily vilify Comte because he knows his intentions are good. And if everyone’s happy with it, what can he say?) But the fact that Comte handles their issues with so much patience and maturity...I’m in love???? There is sincerely nothing sexier than this for me. He’s fully aware that Jeanne was treated like absolute shit by the people he tried to protect, that he never really got to live for himself a single day in his life--never knew a moment’s peace, joy, or appreciation. He tries everything he can think of to get Jeanne to maybe not hate being alive as much, but fails at every turn. He still refuses to give up on the guy despite the less than ideal state of things, and decides that if Jeanne needs an enemy to survive--he will be that enemy. He doesn’t care that the guy he’s trying to help would skewer him the second he had his back turned (Jeanne pls this was a new suit couldn’t this wait). He takes full responsibility for deciding to turn him; knows that since he erred on the side of caution, it’s up to him to offer a life that’s worth keeping/staying alive for. He doesn’t belittle Jeanne’s plight for a moment, never deems him stupid or shortsighted. He’s able to understand that in the wake of so much pain and loss, of course Jeanne might not notice the finer points of Comte’s attempts to cheer him up. Even if it pains him to be on negative terms (HE LOVES HIS BOY HE DOESN’T WANT TO FIGHT) he will fully accept it if it brings Jeanne peace, if it helps Jeanne get to a place where he can begin to accept the affection he wants to offer.

And THAT’S what kills me, kids. Four hundred years, and Comte fucking LEARNED something. He is perceptive to uncanny degrees, and never fails to read a room in milliseconds; not only does he pick up on how people feel, he responds with appropriate, gentle measures. What I love so much about Comte is that he knows full well that genius does not come without its price. You could be the smartest person on earth, the most talented, whatever you choose to call it, but it will invite no shortage of hatred from other people, no shortage of misunderstanding and disdain and violence. If people don’t go mad with power, they are destroyed by the very places that birthed them. As such, the last thing he wants to do is put them under more pressure, or force them to do things against their will; he just wants to give them a chance to live beyond such fickle and hostile circumstances. And he takes this seriously, this isn’t remotely a whim for him despite all evidence to the contrary. He gets that healing takes time, and as much as he wants everyone to be happy he’s more than willing to give them space/resources to figure it out. Like. He is the father everybody DREAMS they had (if they didn’t already have a good one) and the fact that I can’t tell him what a wonderful job he’s doing is killing me on all levels INCLUDING physical.

And I just?????? Jeanne’s palpable remorse when he finds out????? And Comte’s surprise???????? Like Comte wasn’t necessarily expecting that level of apology, he knew he was taking a gamble and he was ready to do whatever he had to, he wasn’t intending to hold it against his boy. But Jeanne just has such a tender and well-meaning heart (no matter how much he struggles to express it) that regret was inevitable. There’s just so much love in that moment, in Comte’s capacity to forgive and take on so much of poor Jeanne’s unhappiness, and Jeanne’s fully ability to admit he was misguided, lower his head, and apologize. THEY JUST GET ME BLUBBERING LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD OKAY THEY ARE BOTH SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND I HURT

Tl;dr: JEANNE’S ROUTE SHOT ME FORTY-SEVEN TIMES IN THE CHEST AND LEFT ME PINING FOR COMTE MORE THAN EVER BEFORE OTL

Also a bonus, because it only just occurred to me (spoilers from the end of Comte’s route):

THEY HAVE A LEGIT REVERSAL AT THE END OF COMTE’S ROUTE???? Comte once again gathers everyone to reveal Vlad’s identity and intentions, and he apologizes for keeping it from everyone, lowering his head. He’s more than ready to face everyone’s ire for keeping secrets, but everyone’s just like “dad pls lift your head it’s okay, we’re just glad we can help you now--you don’t have to carry it all on your own.” AND IT IS IN FACT, JEANNE, THAT ALSO SAYS “No need to bow like that Comte, aren't you the one always saying we're family?" AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS IN A PUDDLE OF TEARS?????? I WILL NEVER BE OKAY. POOR COMTE WAS SO MOVED AND MY HEART CAN’T TAKE HAVING THIS KNOWLEDGE WHERE’S MY HANKIE. JEANNE. BEING THE ONE. TO SAY. “Aren’t we family?” WHEN HEARING HOW HARD COMTE WAS WORKING TO PROTECT THEM, BC HE 100% IDENTIFIES WITH THE STRUGGLE OF LOOKING AFTER PEOPLE THAT DON’T KNOW/CARE THAT SOMEBODY ELSE IS THE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR PEACE OF MIND. I--

WHAT IS IT THAT JEANNE AND COMTE SHARE TO THE CORE, SO MUCH THAT JEANNE WOULD NEED NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO CHANGE HIS MIND AFTER YEARS OF BITTER DISDAIN???????? THEIR CAPACITY FOR DEVOTION, THEIR EASY WILLINGNESS TO SACRIFICE ANYTHING TO PROTECT A LIFE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS EPIPHANY IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

I’m crying rn I just: Comte: !!!!!!! Somebody who gets it!!! :DDD Jeanne: die. Comte:  Comte: ;-; understandable have a nice day

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp spoilers #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #comte propaganda #ikevamp fangdad #fangdad propaganda #god who would have thought that the one thing jeanne and comte have in common is TAKING RESPONSIBILITY #deadass i was just writing and i was like hold up #but if jeanne doesnt know what he said in this route then why would he do a 180 like that???? #and then i remembered that the focal point of comte's rt is learning that EVERYTHING that we knew from the getgo was a charade #he wasnt just turning ppl for funsies this was all a deliberate attempt to protect them from vlad #he was just using the dumbass noble persona to keep everyone from digging too deep (bc vlad would be waiting in the wings) #i still dont know what went wrong with shakespeare but im willing to bet that part of his whole keeping the truth surface level #might have been a direct consequence of that situation being mishandled #and as such everyone's living in a kind of ignorant bliss #the price of their peace is comte's carrying the knowledge of vlad's intentions and protecting them from an unwavering threat #and if there is ANYTHING jeanne can understand #it's wanting to bear the burden of violence or danger for the sake of protecting precious life #how could jeanne possibly remain angry with him? their hearts are undeniably aligned #GOD THIS JUST MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL ITS A GOOD THING I HAVE SOME ROSÉ LEFT #ikevamp really goes above and fuckin beyond huh #how DARE they make me have feelings #**grumble** #i hope this answered your curiosity!! #if you need me ill be swimming in my feels good lordt im not okay

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❥ Feral Little Demon ♡ Giyuu

Demon!Giyuu Tomioka x reader, Kimetsu no Yaiba

Demons make everything sexier right? Some demon!Giyuu headcanons with fluff, angst, smut big everything soup!

I moved accounts please check pinned!

sometimes cute and sometimes sexy as hell fangs and claws

demon Giyuu keeps his hair down and even messier, please brush it for him and he’ll almost purr

his memories came in like a flood when he sunk his teeth in your shoulder, you stood there defenless without putting up any fight, you couldn’t bring yourself to move against him and it hit him like a truck as soon as your blood touched his tongue

needs constant a lot of reassuring he is not a monster, has a lot of nightmares and sometimes quietly sobs

you had to adapt your life to his new body and needs, your life happened a lot more during the night and when inevitable Giyuu wore a hat and mask to shield himself from the sun, he gets sad he can’t watch sunrises with you anymore

Giyuu’s actually a lot more outgoing and touchy now, always has a protective (possessive) arm or hand on you and is jealous and wary of everyone who approaches you, he vocalizes his feelings through grunts a lot

he’s still a demon slayer pillar and pours a lot of his pent up stress, hatred and blood lust on fights, ripping demons’ heads off of their bodies with ease

sleeps better with his head on your chest, where he can hear your heartbeat and it lulls him to more peaceful and pleasant dreams

demon Giyuu is a lot hornier, sex became something else entirely, he’s rougher, meaner, greedy

he likes pulling your hair, biting, giving and receiving scratches, sometimes he’ll bite extra hard and draw some blood which he licks squeaky clean, he’ll shove his fingers inside your mouth and expect you to suck

the vision of him above you as you suck him off, red cheeks and damp hair on his forehead from sweating, mouth half open showing off his fangs as he tugs your hair every now and then is something else I believe

#giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x you #giyuu imagine #giyuu x y/n #tomioka x reader #giyuu fluff #demon giyuu au #giyuu headcanons #giyuu angst #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer au #kimetsu no yaiba au #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons

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TDP Season 4 Preliminary Predictions, Part One (1-12)

So with S4 in production, no trailer in sight, and a TBA release date, it looks like there’s still a wait before we get any news on the upcoming season.

That being said, we do have some information to go on regarding what might be in store for our favorite characters. (Previous SDCC interviews, the recent Instagram Live and Reddit AMA with the creators, Callum’s Spellbook, and of course, Through the Moon.)

So I decided to put together some preliminary predictions based on the info we have so far. My desire is to create a TDP S4 bingo board just before the season airs, so that gives me 24 guesses/predictions to come up with (not including the free space). I’ll probably tweak most of these once we get our trailer, since I’m sure it’ll provide more insight as to the direction of the show.

So without further ado, here are my first 12 TDP S4 preliminary predictions...

1. Spring 2021 Release

During the Reddit AMA at the beginning of October, the creators gave the following update:

Since it’s been over a month, we can safely assume they’re in production now.

From what I understand, pre-production is mostly writing and storyboarding, possibly voice recording as well. If they’re in the production phase, that means animation has begun.

Let’s consider the turnaround time for past seasons. S1′s airdate was September 14, 2018; S2′s was February 15, 2019; and S3′s was November 22, 2019. This means that there was only a five month gap between S1 and S2, and a nine month gap between S2 & S3. 

The gap between S3 & S4 has been longer than both of those. But considering that we’ve had a global pandemic and that we’ve been waiting on Netflix to greenlight more seasons, this is to be expected. We only heard about the renewal back in July. Assuming the team started work around that time, they’ve already been working for about four months. 

If we estimate that it’ll be another five months before we see S4, (nine months in total, same as the wait between S2 and S3), that means it will air around April 2021. Of course, it could air before or after - depending on how long production takes. But I believe it’s safe to say that we could be seeing TDP S4 air in spring 2021. 

2. Timeskip < 6 Months

We know from interviews that there will be a timeskip between S3 & S4. If you’ve read Through the Moon, you know that there’s a few weeks in between the end of S3 and the beginning of the graphic novel, and that the events of the story happen in the span of about two weeks. So we can estimate that it’s been about a month between the end of S3 and the end of TTM.

We also know there will be a bit of a timeskip between TTM and the start of S4, per the Reddit AMA, but we’re not sure how long that will be.

My guess? The timeskip between S3 & S4 will be six months or less. 

I was initially going to play it safe and say “less than three years,” because anything more than that would require a recast to account for teenage Ezran. (And given how much the creators and fans LOVE Sasha, I doubt a recast will ever happen in the show.) 

But realistically, I don’t think the timeskip will be more than a half a year. The events of TTM imply that the story is very much moving forward, and anything too far in the future would give the audience too much to be caught up on. So it’ll likely be only a few months of a gap between seasons, and definitely less than six.

3. New Clothing & Hair for Characters

Many of the characters in ATLA received either new hairstyles or clothing between the seasons. So following that logic, and given that Ehasz is behind both shows, it stand to reason the same will hold true for TDP.

The creators have confirmed that Callum will be going “sun’s out, gun’s out” for S4. (Their words, not mine.) This makes sense since he now knows how to cast mage wings, and he wants them to be readily accessible at a moment’s notice.

We also see that Rayla’s sporting a new cloak when she leaves at the end of TTM, so she’ll likely have this for S4 as well. 

Ezran may get new garb as well, as he settles into his new role as king.

I also think it’s possible that their hair could change as well. Rayla’s on her own now, so her hair will probably just get longer. Maybe she’ll braid it or wrap it up in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. If Callum returns to Katolis, he might get a haircut in-between seasons. But if he goes straight out to search for Rayla, his hair might be even longer.

Either way, new hair and clothes seems like a given.

4. Older Zym

The creators have assured us in prior interviews that Zym is still very much a part of this story. It is called The Dragon Prince after all.

That being said, I think it’s possible we’ll see a slightly older Zym next season, especially due to the timeskip. I doubt he’ll get much bigger. He’ll probably go from being the size of a puppy to the size of a full-grown dog. And I don’t think he’ll talk yet. That seems like it won’t be for many years in the future.

Still, I think we can reasonably look forward to seeing an older Zym.

5. Mid Season Rayllum Reunion

I already have a post highlighting the reasons why I think Callum and Rayla will definitely reunite in S4, as I know many fans are wondering if they’ll spend the whole season apart. 

But I think this reunion may happen sooner rather than later. By that, I’m guessing it’ll happen at the midway point - either episodes 4 or 5.

This gives us the chance to have three or four whole episodes with them apart, which seems like a reasonable amount. Then we get their reunion, which’ll likely be it’s own episode. Then we get four or five whole episodes with them together again, dealing with the fallout of Rayla’s decision, working together, and hopefully reconciling by the season’s end. This seems like it could be a nice, tidy arc for them to have for the season, so that’s what I’m going to guess will happen.

Plus, it’ll have us feeling all the feels.

6. Janai’s Brother Wants the Throne

It’s been confirmed that Janai and Khessa have a younger, unnamed brother. We know nothing about him, and the creators decided not to comment when asked about him during the AMA. This means that he’ll likely be an important player for S4.

One of the writers (I believe it was Devon) also confirmed via Twitter that Janai is next in line for the throne after her sister’s death, calling her Queen Janai. 

This raises a very interesting potential plotline for S4. What if Janai decides to ally with the humans that helped during the battle at the Storm Spire? What if her brother is not happy about this? Letting a human into Lux Area was the reason Khessa died, after all.

What if Janai’s brother decided to make a play for the throne - either by contesting Janai’s rule, threatening civil war, or by trying to usurp the thone?

The creator’s have mentioned that despite the Zym being returned to Xadia, there is still a long road to peace between the elves and humans. They alluded to an “event” that makes Ezran aware of this.

Unrest / war between the Sunfire elves could very easily be what they’re talking about. And Janai’s brother wanting the throne could very easily be the catalyst for that.

7. Aaravos in the Shadows

Many fans are speculating that our main characters may now finally become aware of Aaravos’s existence in the series. As for me? I’m not so sure.

Keep in mind, outside of Viren, Claudia, and perhaps a handful of Sunfire elves, no one else in the show knows of Aaravos’s existence. He’s been keeping to the shadows, pretty clearly using Viren as his puppet. 

With the end of S3, he’s in the cocoon, leaving Viren and Claudia on their own. We don’t know how long it’ll take for him to emerge, or even what form he’ll take when that happens. But we do know that he’ll be back for S4, per Erik Todd Dellums. (And apparently, he’ll have an even sexier voice.)

I imagine he and the dark mage fam will have their own arc in S4, which may eventually intersect with whatever the main cast is up to, but not for awhile yet. As for Aaravos himself, I think he’s playing the long game. And I think part of that means staying in the shadows as much as he possible can, while he consolidates power. The goal it seems is to make his form stronger and stronger, and eventually finding a way to leave the mirror realm entirely. Why would he want to play his cards too early?

So with Viren and Aaravos out of the way for much of S4, who does this leave as the main antagonist?

8. Sol Regem, Main Antagonist

Enter Sol Regem. It’s been confirmed that we’ll see him again, after all. And we know just how much hatred he has for humans. He was hellbent on frying Callum to a crisp, even after he had agreed to return the human kingdoms.

It was revealed that Sol Regem was once revered by the Sunfire elves, before he became a symbol of rage and bitterness. Still, this reverence is an important part of Sunfire history.

This is something Janai’s brother could leverage if he’s looking to usurp the throne and pit the human-hating Sunfire elves against those that are loyal to Janai. With the literal Sun King on his side, he becomes a formidable foe.

This could be the event that leads Ezran to act. Will the humans who fought at the Storm Spire come to the aid of Janai and her people? Will the Dragon Queen weigh in on this matter? Will they need to gather the other elemental dragons together in hopes of defeating Sol Regem? (If so, this is a way we could bring Rex Igneous into the story.)

This might be a bit of a stretch, of course. But it does lead for an interesting direction for S4, and S5 as well, and would be a way to introduce more dragons and keep Zym and his mother in the story. 

And, as I stated in my Rayllum S4 reunion post, this gives Rayla incentive to stop hunting Viren and shift gears to focus on the more emergent threat. Which in turn could reunite Team Zym once again.

9. Rex Igneous Eats a Jelly Tart

It’s pretty much a given that we will meet Rex Igneous (the Earth dragon) in this season. You can see a sneak peak of him in Callum’s Sketchbook, which has the following caption:

It was also revealed by the creators that some “very important figures” would be eating jelly tarts in upcoming seasons.

Given this information, it doesn’t seem farfetched to imagine that Rex Igneous will be one of those figures.

10. Soren & Ezran Adventure / Bonding

Soren used to share his screen time with Claudia, but now that she’s out on her own with her dad, he’ll need a new buddy to share screen time with.

I nominate Ezran, mostly because S3 dealt a lot with their relationship, and it just makes sense to continue to develop this in S4. Plus, Ezran’s the king and Soren’s the guard. Where he goes, Soren follows.

So it makes sense that they’ll have an adventure together in S4.

11. Dramatic Claudia Reveal / Confrontation

I had this on my list for awhile, but Ehasz tweeted this and nearly confirmed it:

I think we’re going to get either a really dramatic reveal or confrontation between Claudia and another character. Either Viren, Soren, or possibly Callum. (I don’t think it’ll be Rayla, since she has no real connection to Claudia.) Or perhaps it’ll simply be a dramatic reveal for us, the audience.

Either way, stuff’s going down.

12. Callum Learns Moon Arcanum

The creators have mentioned that Callum will be learning more of the primal sources in future seasons. I think it stands to reason that moon will be next for him.

S3 already showed him starting to grasp a lot of the fundamentals of the source - both in their evasion of Sol Regem and in casting the spell to see Rayla’s parents. Through the Moon builds on this even more, with him using moon opals to cast more moon magic, and learning even more from Lujanne regarding the nature of the primal.

Being separated from Rayla might be the push he needs to finally unlock the arcanum once in for all. Perhaps it’ll be key to tracking her down, if he goes after her.

If not, perhaps understanding Rayla’s past and the decision that she made, and their reconciliation is what will trigger it.

Hard to say for sure, but I feel like this will relate to Rayla in some way. And it will definitely happen in S4.

Okay, that’s it for now. I’ll do a part 2 eventually and go through my last 12 predictions.

#tdp #the dragon prince #tdp season 4 #tdp speculation #tdp season 4 predictions #is it season 4 yet? #through the moon #through the moon spoilers #rayllum #ezran #rayla #callum #zym #soren #claudia #tdp fandom

[nerianasims]

Billboard #1s 1976

Under the cut.

Bay City Rollers – “Saturday Night” -- January 3, 1976

They prove they can spell Saturday a lot. Anyway, he's going out to dance with his girl on Saturday night. The song is bouncy to a fault -- I feel like the repetitive, samey beat is following one of those balls the mind-controlled kids bounced in A Wrinkle in Time. It sounds like a cheerleading chant. Something to do aerobics to, not to dance to.

C.W. McCall – “Convoy” -- January 10, 1976

So, besides the cb radio fad, 1976 was also the year of the OPEC oil crisis and basically, it seems the reason truckers became folk heroes evading The Man in popular consciousness had its roots in international relations. Anyway, it's a baritone story song, but about truckers instead of cowboys. I like the verse, "Well, we shot the line and we went for broke/ With a thousand screamin' trucks/ An' eleven long-haired Friends o' Jesus/ In a chartreuse micro-bus." It's a silly song with a lot of trucker lingo (or fake trucker lingo, idk), and I don't exactly dislike it, but I'm not gonna listen to it again either.

Barry Manilow – “I Write The Songs” -- January 17, 1976

It's obvious from the first lines "I've been alive forever/ And I wrote the very first songs" that Barry's not singing about himself. It turns out "music" wrote the all the songs. Except that's obnoxious too. People wrote the songs. Also possibly birds, but definitely people. And it's musical goo.

Diana Ross – “Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You’re Going To)” -- January 24, 1976

It's a song about regretting letting an ex go, and probably more. There's a ton of orchestration that sounds like it belongs in a lightweight movie, and Diana Ross doesn't put much emotion into it. It is a thoughtful song, rather than one calling for melodrama, but I would like to hear some emotion here, and I am not getting it. A trifle light as air.

Ohio Players – “Love Rollercoaster” -- January 31, 1976

It's a funk/disco thing. I've listened to it three times trying to get anything from it at all. The lyrics are dumb, asserting love is like this or that amusement park experience. I'd think "love rollercoaster" would be about how there are huge highs and terrifying lows, but it's not. It's horribly repetitive. I guess it's danceable. But I find it dull.

Paul Simon – “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover” -- February 7, 1976

I love how pared down this song is. It's sort of funky, without all the funk orchestration. The simple drums are the main focus. The melody's also simple, without being dull. And the lyrics aren't complex; a woman is encouraging the narrator to leave his official lover for her. "Just get yourself free." But she's doing it so very nicely -- "I wish there were something I could do to make you smile again." Not that the song expects us to believe she or the narrator actually are nice. Or that it's really all that easy to leave your lover. But it doesn't tell you what to think about the situation either. An excellent song.

Rhythm Heritage – “Theme From S.W.A.T.“ -- February 28, 1976

Apparently, there was a TV show about S.W.A.T., and this was its instrumental theme song. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Not a good TV theme either. I looked up 1976 shows, and here are some shows with better TV themes from that year: Charlie's Angels, Alice, M*A*S*H, Happy Days (which surprisingly only hit #5), All in the Family, Barney Miller, Welcome Back Kotter (which hit #1 later), The Jeffersons (that Movin' On Up doesn't seem to have been a hit is shocking), The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Sanford and Son, The Bob Newhart Show... look, all of them. All shows in 1976 that I can find had better theme songs than S.W.A.T., often to a staggering degree. But songs don't reach #1 for being good. Still, usually I can hazard a reason for them. I can't for this one.

The Four Seasons – “December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night)” -- March 13, 1976

It's about the narrator getting laid for the first time. He didn't even know the name of the woman, which completely undercuts anything happy or fun about this song for me, and makes it icky. At least it's not falsetto. I wasn't born when it came out, yet it was overplayed on the oldies stations in the 90s so much that I developed a deep and abiding hatred for it.

Johnnie Taylor – “Disco Lady” -- April 3, 1976

This is a song about disco that isn't a disco song. As such, it confuses me. It's kind of a mild funk/soul song, and it's about how turned on this guy is watching a woman disco. Johnnie Taylor can definitely sing, and I'd like to hear some more traditional soul/jazz stuff from him. This isn't doing it for me.

The Bellamy Brothers – “Let Your Love Flow” -- May 1, 1976

I saw the title and immediately the song shoved itself into my head. It's such a mellow song, but the hook is still monstrous. The song is about how it's the season for love, so grab your lover and "let your love flow." It's one of many 70s songs about sex that sounds like it could be a song about how pretty trees are. It kind of is about how pretty trees are too. I rather like it.

John Sebastian – “Welcome Back” -- May 8, 1976

Welcome Back, Kotter was not on Nick at Nite or WGN or anything else that ran old TV shows when I was watching TV (rather than the internet), so I've never seen it. The theme song lays it all out -- someone moves back to his old neighborhood, where they need him. As TV theme songs go, it's fine. Just fine, though. When "Movin' On Up" and "Love Is All Around" were also theme songs for TV shows in 1976, why this one? The rewards of mediocrity I guess.

The Sylvers – “Boogie Fever” -- May 15, 1976

It's literal. You come in contact with someone who can't stop boogie-ing, and you will catch the Boogie Fever yourself. Listening to the song will certainly make you want to boogie, unless you are immune. A fun dance song, and I wouldn't be surprised if Tik-Tok made it a hit again in the next year.

Wings – “Silly Love Songs” -- May 22, 1976

"Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs / What’s wrong with that?" Nothing.  Paul even emphasizes something important in it: "Love isn't silly at all." Still, I can't say it's one of my favorites. I get tired of it about halfway through, and it's a long song. A silly love song shouldn't be nearly 6 minutes long.

Diana Ross – “Love Hangover” -- May 29, 1976

It starts with Diana Ross making sex sounds that I find embarrassing. Then she goes into singing about how she doesn't want to get over "the sweetest love hangover", and a minute and a half in it becomes a disco song. I find the entire thing irritating.

Starland Vocal Band – “Afternoon Delight” -- July 10, 1976

"Afternoon delight" is sex, but these doofuses may as well be singing about tea and scones for all the excitement this song has. It still doesn't deserve the hatred it's gotten. But it's not good either. The number of sexless sex songs in the 70s is just... ugh.

The Manhattans – “Kiss And Say Goodbye” -- July 24, 1976

He has to break up with the person he's been cheating with. It's an achingly sad Philly soul song. It also manages to be way sexier than the vast majority of 70s sex songs. Real emotion (or the ability to fake real emotion) does a lot, as does being able to sing like this. And beautiful backing music. It's so sad, and so good.

Elton John & Kiki Dee – “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” -- August 7, 1976

This song isn't mutual. Elton John's the one who sings "don't go breaking my heart," and Kiki Dee's the one singing "I won't go breaking your heart." It is all and entirely and completely about the male character's feelings. Of course it's an Elton John song so I wouldn't like it anyway, but I really don't like this one, especially because it still gets airplay.

Bee Gees – “You Should Be Dancing” -- September 4, 1976

I hate the Bee Gees. Not on a personal level -- as far as I know they're perfectly decent people -- but their music. And I have a particular hatred for Barry Gibb's voice. His horrible falsetto has caused me immense pain in my life. If I should be dancing, then they need to shut up and sit down and let a band that I can dance to take the stage. As it is, I feel like a dog during the 4th of July; I just want to hide under a bed.

KC & The Sunshine Band – “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty” -- September 11, 1976

Here's a command to dance that I can get behind. Or that my behind can get behind. Again, a great song for dancing but not for listening to from KC & The Sunshine Band.

Wild Cherry – “Play That Funky Music” -- September 18, 1976

Good for both dancing and listening. How you can listen and not get into that funk groove even when sitting, though, I don't know. Play that funky music till you die.

Walter Murphy & The Big Apple Band – “A Fifth Of Beethoven” -- October 9, 1976

This was the #1 hit the week I was born. It's a good one for me; it's by a guy who loved classical music enough to write contemporary music based on it. Whenever I'm faced with questions about what kind of music is my favorite, my answer is "the good kind." Anyway, this is a fun song.

Rick Dees And His Cast Of Idiots – “Disco Duck (Part 1)” -- October 16, 1976

Billboard used to base their hit songs on calling record stores and asking what was selling. I think that's how this stupid, stupid song reached number one. I think it was a prank by a bunch of stoned college kids who co-ordinated it over cb radio or something. It's about a duck. Who discos. With an obnoxious voice and obnoxious music. It's by a radio dj, and is as painfully unfunny as radio djs usually are.

Chicago – “If You Leave Me Now” -- October 23, 1976

This song makes me have a weird reaction. It gives me the warm, comfortable fuzzies, and makes me want to sleep. That last part might not be too surprising, as it is a soft song, but to me it is very much more than that. I have always had trouble sleeping at night, since birth. My parents hit on putting me into the car and driving around with soft music playing to get me to go lights out. I need to ask them if they played Chicago during that. I can't think of any other reason for my hindbrain association with this szzzzzzz....

Steve Miller Band – “Rock’n Me” -- November 6, 1976

Good bar rock, since it's the Steve Miller Band. Lyrically, it's also more complex than most of its genre. At first, he sings "I got to please my sweet baby, yeah." Then he starts singing about all the places he's been, including "Northern California where the girls are warm." And then "Babe, you know you are a friend of mine/ And you know that it's true/ That all the things that I do/ Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time." Well then. I can totally see @katatty's Duncan Huckleberry singing this song. And getting away with everything. It's a fun song, though (because?) the narrator is likely a dirtbag.

Rod Stewart – “Tonight’s The Night (Gonna Be Alright)” -- November 13, 1976

It's a sex song, and it is hugely skeevy. "Don't deny your man's desire/ You’d be a fool to stop this tide / Spread your wings and let me come inside." No, asshole, cover it up if you want to come near. And how about if you want her, you care something about her desire? This was a huge hit from a huge star, but I have never heard it until now. Ugh. I need to shower, this is gross. Also I hope whoever he's singing to is packing mace.

BEST OF 1976 -- "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover." I don't even think it's an amazing song, just a very good one, but the 1976 #1s don't leave me much to work with. Fleetwood Mac released some singles, but people wanted "Disco Duck" rather than "Over My Head." Tons of great music has survived from 1976, but most of it is not on this list. WORST OF 1976 -- "Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright)". "Disco Duck" is stupid, but it doesn't make my skin crawl.

#billboard number ones

[alonely-dreamer]

The Valuable Sun | Chapter 18

Summary: Sookie comes to learn her little sister’s got her life together while she has to rebuild everything.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 2254

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

Spending the entire night with Jason and Sookie, cuddled in blankets, drinking hot coco with marshmallows… all of it seemed like a distant dream. A dream Brooklynne had had multiple times in the past year, once she thought would never happen again.

It was as hard for Sookie to get back to real life as it was for Brooklynne. Everyone in Bon Temps was so happy to not only hear about her return but also to see her again. The excuse Bill gave the police was very useful to shut anyone who was a little too curious. Of course, not everything was easy, and now that Sookie was back, it was a hard adjustment for Eric and Brooke to have a new roommate. So hard, in fact, that after only one day, Eric suggested they get a place of their own. A suggestion which, to her own surprise, she didn’t find uninteresting.

“Anywhere but Bon Temps,” Eric whispered so close to her hear she managed to hear him despite the terrible and terribly loud music playing in the club.

“You mean Shreveport,” she chuckled as she slid a hand in his hair, gently bringing his face to hers.

As per usual, she was sitting on his lap, on his ‘throne’. She had learnt to ignore the dozen pair of eyes, human or vampire, that were fixed on them for the entirety of the night. They were different, depending on their species. Mortals envied her. The undead judged him. Silently, of course. They knew what would happen if their sheriff caught them talking ill of his human.

The humans outside, however, weren’t so quiet or discreet about their judgmental ideas and hate. Steve Newlin’s following only grew bigger every day, ever since Russell went crazy on live TV, and a portion of it from Louisiana reunited every night in front of Fangtasia to spew their hatred all over its customers, be they vampire, or human. It did scare away most of the mortal clientele, though Fangtasia had been around for a while, and had, fortunately for business, loyal customers.

“What’s wrong with Shreveport?”

“What’s wrong with Bon Temps?”

He smirked. He liked it when she was challenging him. Always reminding him how perfect she was for him.

“We’d be close to Fangtasia. We wouldn’t have to fly here every night.”

“I like to fly,” she shrugged.

“Oh, I know you do,” he said with a grin.

“So, what do you want? To build a home under the club?”

“I would hate that as much as you would. I had an apartment in mind.”

“An apartment?”

He nodded. “UV protected windows, with a view…”

“Mmh… that doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Wait until you see the view.”

“I don’t care about the view. As long as we’re together.”

She pulled him to her, his lips crashing onto hers. That was how the night almost always ended, except when a dumbass decided to get into a fight with the other dumbasses outside.

“Eric.”

The Viking chose to ignore his progeny, hoping she’d get the hint and leave them alone.

“Eric.”

“Not now, Pam,” he said between two intense kisses.

“We have a problem.”

Brooklynne moved away, both annoyed and frustrated, making the vampire growl.

“What is it?” he snarled.

“Some idiot outside got into a fight with the other idiots outside.”

“Can’t you handle it?”

“It’s Hoyt, Eric. Jessica’s human? The King’s progeny? Rings any bell?”

Eric sighed as he tried hard not to roll his eyes.

“Go, it’s fine,” Brooke told him, not even trying to hide her disappointment.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said before he stole another kiss from her.

“Oh, I know,” she smirked, not wanting him to leave in such a bad mood.

He chuckled as he got up, letting her slide gently onto the chair. Oh, how it made him feel to see her sitting there. She was never sexier than in his chair. She watched him leave, wiggling her fingers as he turned to her one last time. Left alone, she looked around the room, still feeling the eyes of the people there, humans still wishing they were in her position, vampires unhappy about their mortal queens. But as unhappy as they were, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind, that she was, indeed, their queen.

 ***

 Wrapped in Eric’s large grey shirt, Brooke was sound asleep in their bed, in the cool of his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she got up before noon, but she was always awake before Eric, who only opened his eyes at sundown. She awoke particularly early that afternoon and she would usually stay in bed and go back to sleep but since Sookie was back she had been getting up sooner to spend as much time as possible with her before she had to leave for Fangtasia. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned, another hour of sleep wouldn’t have been so bad.

She didn’t bother dressing up and climbed the ladder carefully. She knew she could make all the noise in the world and it wouldn’t wake the vampire up, but she always tried to be considerate. Human habit.

She shielded her eyes from the sun of the early afternoon as she opened the doors of the fake wooden wardrobe. She heard voices coming from the kitchen and wondered who Sookie could’ve been with as she knew Jason was working. Besides, it sounded like a woman’s voice. It sounded like…

“Tara,” Brooklynne smiled as she stepped into the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” a laugh escaped her as she went to hug her old friend.

“Hey Brooke, you’re up late,” Tara chuckled as she hugged her back.

“Or early, considering she went to bed at 6,” Sookie said with a grimace.

“Don’t tell me you spend your nights with that vampire,” Tara scolded the young telepath as she saw the logo of Fangtasia on her shirt.

“Her nights and her days,” Sookie informed her friend, “he lives here now.”

“He what?”

“Eric moved in months ago,” Brooke said as she made her way to the fridge.

“Are you telling me that psychopath who kidnapped and tortured Lafayette for weeks lives in this house?”

Brooklynne paused.

“First of all, he apologized for that, he even gave him a car. Second of all, yes, Tara, my boyfriend lives with me… in my house.”

“Lafayette’s terrified of that motherfucker, he can give him all the cars in the world it won’t change a thing!”

“And… this is still my house,” Sookie said.

“Actually… it isn’t,” Brooke wrinkled her nose. “The deed’s in my name now… I signed the papers and everything…” she continued as she closed the fridge, a bottle of orange juice in one hand.

“What?” Sookie breathed out as if she had just been punched in the heart.

“Legally I had to… since you were gone for so long… I’m sorry,” she shrugged. “But it’s still your house. It’s always gonna be your house. And Jason’s.”

“Great,” Sookie threw her hands in the air, “good thing I came back or you’d have sold my car next.”

“That’s not fair,” Brooklynne replied, offended. “I took care of your car, I took care of all your stuff.”

“I’m not staying one more second here, I don’t want your boyfriend to think I’m his dinner,” she said as she practically jumped off her chair and made her way to the back door.

“Tara, wait!”

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Brooke called after her, but Tara wasn’t listening.

Sookie gave a disappointed and disapproving look to her sister before she went after her friend. Brooke shrugged, walked up to the shelf where they kept the glasses and poured herself a full glass of orange juice. She mumbled something as she brought it to her lips.

“And a good day to you to.”

 ***

 Sookie was obviously mad when she came back. Tara had just come back from New-Orleans to see her and they had already been in a fight. It all made Brooklynne seriously reconsider Eric’s offer to move in that apartment in Shreveport, the one with the great view. Fortunately, the two sisters didn’t get the opportunity to argue about Eric again, as the phone rang as soon as she came back in the house, having failed to convince Tara to stay a little more.

“Who was it?” Brooklynne asked before taking another sip from her glass.

“Andy,” she sighed. “Jason didn’t come to work this morning and he’s not answering his phone.”

“Did he check his house?”

“He asked me to do it,” she answered as she took her car keys from the counter.

“Want me to come with…”

“No.”

Brooklynne silently watched her sister exit through the back door and quickly get into her car. After Sookie was gone, she washed the dishes, then took a long and cold shower, wondering what she should do while waiting for the night to come.

 ***

 Brooklynne’s denial of Jason’s situation unnerved Sookie more than anything. Though Eric acted as usual, detached from any feeling and showing no particular worry, he did find it strange too. Maybe it was too hard for Brooklynne to even imagine that another one of her siblings was missing again out of nowhere with no clue as to where to find them. Or maybe it was just as she said, optimism and trust. Jason would come back. Like Sookie did. Eric didn’t dare say aloud what both he and Sookie thought: hopefully, it wouldn’t take a year.

“He’s probably with a girl,” she said to her sister. “He’ll be back in a week.”

Jason’s disappearance had one positive effect, at least, Sookie and Brooklynne weren’t arguing about Eric anymore. Especially since Eric had said he’d order some vampires to look for their brother. Sookie appreciated it, even if she wouldn’t say it aloud. But there was something else that bothered the eldest telepath, something that had been bothering her ever since she had come back from Alcide’s.

“Wasn’t he happy to see you?” Brooklynne asked as she put a plate down on the table.

“He was very happy to see me,” Sookie answered as she handed her the cutlery. She was cooking Adele’s famous sausage recipe, Jason’s favorite.

“Then what?” she insisted as she finished setting up the table.

“Debbie was there.”

“Yeah. They got back together a few months ago. She’s clean now.”

“Wait… you knew?”

Brooke shrugged. “Alcide helped us a lot when we were looking for you. We spent a lot of time together.”

“He kept whining about that V addicted werewolf who left him,” Eric said as he appeared from the living room.

“She needed help getting clean. Needed support,” Brooke continued as she gave a reproving look to the vampire. Eric ignored it and kissed her temple, a gesture she took as an apology. That was the best she’d get from him anyway.

“We’re out of Tru Blood,” Sookie informed the vampire.

“I know,” he told her as he slid his hands on Brooke’s waist, gently bringing her back to his chest before placing a kiss on her neck, where two puncture wounds could be seen.

Sookie grimaced as she turned around and got back to the stove where the sausages were about to burn. Brooke smiled before she put a kiss on Eric’s lips. She meant to get the glasses from the shelf, but Eric had something else in mind. He didn’t let her go from his arms and captured her lips, tightening his hold on her.

“Could you not?” Sookie sighed. “We’re about to eat.”

“I’m about to eat too,” he smirked, making her roll her eyes.

“Stop it,” Brooke giggled, wiggling out of Eric’s arms. “I’m not your dinner,” she playfully punched him in the arm.

“No?” he asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

She smiled back, bit her lower lip, then tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck before whispering in his ear.

“No, I’m your dessert.”

“Mmh, I like that.”

“Ew, stop it,” Sookie begged.

“You didn’t even hear what I said,” Brooke told her.

“I can read your mind, remember?”

“Then stay out of my head.”

As Sookie put the pan in the middle of the table, dinner being ready to be served, Eric’s phone started to ring.

“I thought Fangtasia was closed tonight,” Sookie said as she sat down.

“Fangtasia is never closed,” he told her before putting another kiss on Brooke’s forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Brooklynne sat across from Sookie and started eating, every bite reminded her of her grandmother, even the smell, as if Adele was right there with them.

“You’re the only one who can cook it perfectly.”

“It’s just sausages,” Sookie chuckled.

“Nothing new from Jason?”

“Afraid not… Andy said he’d file a missing person report tomorrow… I said he should have already done it but…”

“You know Jason… he’s just fooling around with a girl.”

“He hasn’t answered his phone in two days, Brooke.”

“So, it died,” she shrugged. “He’s too busy to notice.”

“I hope you’re right,” Sookie whispered, more to herself.

Eric stepped back in the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. Though Sookie noticed, she didn’t bother asking him about it, she didn’t really care about his problems.

“What’s wrong?” Brooke asked.

“We have to go.”

“You can deal with your problems on your own, Eric,” Sookie told him. “Or ask Pam.”

“It’s Bill,” he said. “He has a job for us.”

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[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

What do you think Napoleon would feel about the Le Pens? Like I know he’d hate their guts but the extent 👀

God fuck the Le Pens. I feel dirty thinking about them. (Though weirdly funny that Marine kicked her dad out of FN. Like you know you’re too deep down the rabbit hole of fuckery when Marine kicks you out. [and yeah, of course it’s all part of her image cleaning up gimmick. Wherein I’m sure she thinks the same as him, but is trying to “soften” the image of the party. And, based on the last election, it’s working. So that’s horrifying.]) All this to say: fuck the Le Pens; white supremacy etc. 

Anyway - assuming we’re still going for “Napoleon from 1815 woke up August 22, 2020″ base for our thought experiments here. 

Overall, yeah he’d think them short sighted, idiotic, and would probably have some elegant-yet-crude insults for them in Corsican. Let us take a brief, and not at all comprehensive, stroll down the Le Pens (and FN by default)’s terrible policies. Then I can scrub my brain out because they are absolutely foul people. 

behind a cut because it’s long. 

Economics: First off, Napoleon and I are the same in that we neither know anything about economics. He did not have a firm grasp on how the economy worked. Which I sympathise with, because it seems very fake and made up. 

Anyway, he did a lot of modernization, raised taxes, created a lot of public works programs to stimulate the economy and improve connectivity (gotta build all the roads and canals. Actually though, as a public infrastructure keener, I support this). He did lay the foundation for the centralized bank of France. (Something Biddle would get all hot and bothered over. Nothing sexier than centralized banks.)

Napoleon also introduced a whole loan system for businesses to try and keep them afloat and improve local industry. He was keen on protecting property rights, um, tried to regulate the currency to protect it against inflation. Idk, he did other things that I’m not going to get into. 

Comparing Napoleon’s hot economic takes from 1815 to 2020? A bit hard. So I’m going to guestimate on this. 

I think, once he understood how the world functions now, he would be pro-globalization and the various free trade agreements that are in place (CETA, PCAs etc). He might disagree with details therein, but the broad philosophy is one I think he’d support. 

I don’t know if he would be pro-single currency. I suspect he might be anti-the Euro, while still supporting the broad intents of the EU. 

He would support a strong public sector - so government controlled postal service, utilities, schools etc. In that, and the anti-Euro view, he would align with Marine, at least. Not sure about her POS father. 

No idea what his views on the Havana Charter would be. Probably mixed. 

EU: I’ve touched on this before, I think Napoleon would be pro-EU, over all. He’d just think France should be the hegemonic power. Why isn’t France making all the decisions? This is dumb. Who does Germany think they are? Etc. Therefore, he would disagree with the Le Pens who think the EU is the anti-christ and the cause of everything bad that ever happened in France (I exaggerate, but they do blame the EU for a lot of things so you know, it’s not that much of a stretch).

Immigration: This is where they would diverge significantly. Like apples and moldy toast kind of different. I’ve touched on Napoleon’s immigration policy before, so I’m not going to wade into it again. But yeah, needless to say Napoleon would be like “let everyone come. They want to come to France? They are French. More is better. The end.” 

The only thing is, he was very pro-assimilation. Not really into the “patchwork quilt” approach to the philosophy (and implementation) of multiculturalism. Which, to be fair, is a very modern view and not something I would expect anyone from 1815 to agree with, or consider a general good approach to dynamic, multicultural societies. 

But yeah, the Le Pens whole moratorium on immigration, hatred of anyone foreign, that would be an anathema to Napoleon. He would vehemently disagree with that stance. Napoleon believed alloys were stronger. You took different people, boiled them down, and melded them into a unified French identity. That was his Hot Take on the matter. Again, pro-assimilation, which is an inherently conservative stance by 21st century standards, but a very average stance by early 19th century standards. His immigration and citizenship views were overall liberal for the time. 

Indeed, the whole creation of a unified French identity was in its infancy during his life. He contributed heavily to it, but for his lifetime, identity was strongly linguistic and regional. You’re Gascon before you’re French, you’re Basque before you’re either French or Spanish, that sort of thing. 

And of course, his views on this were heavily informed by his own experience and identity as a Frenchman and how it was received, or not, by his own people, as well as other monarchs and countries. (Tsar Alexander liked to brag that he spoke better French than the Emperor of France. And I believe the Times once called Napoleon a “Mediterranean mongrel.” Charming. So, he had a fun and exciting adventure in European class, ethnic and racial politics of the early 19th century.)

Napoleon would also disagree with the Le Pens that citizenship and nationality are indivisible. He was into the whole “if you decide you are French then you are French, no matter which side of the Rhine you were born on”. 

Secularism: They’d actually probably mostly agree on this. In that religion has no part or place in government and there should be a clear and strong separation of church and state. 

The banning of religious clothing, though, I don’t think Napoleon would support that. I would argue that he’d think it infringed on personal rights too much, and he was keen on protecting those. Like, his policy towards integrating France’s Jewish population was to try and assimilate them, yes, because he viewed everything as being consumed by the monolith that was the French Empire. But he wasn’t like “no wearing a tallit or kippah.”

Abortion: Guys, Napoleon is a culturally Catholic man from 1815 who thought women’s crowing jewel were her children and that France really needed to increase its overall population. I think we can all figure out what his views on abortion would be. Marine is pro-legality of abortion, but she personally is like “it’s eViL and a serious MoRaL IsSuE” etc. 

Gay Rights: Napoleon’s whole political approach was to bring in the people on the margins and normalize them (assimilate; one of us, one of us) as a means to increase the base of the population who would support him. As he viewed marriage as a strictly secular, civil ceremony, and not a religious one, there could be a possibility of slowly talking him around to it. That said, he also viewed marriage as a declaration of intent to make many babies (for his army). I don’t think he’d be pro-queer couples adopting, no matter what. So, who knows. 

That said, he wasn’t like “lock up the gays”. And as gay marriage is established in France currently, I don’t know if he’d be pro-abolition since it’s mostly a popular/accepted law and he was all about that sweet, sweet public approval rating. 

So if he came around to it, it wouldn’t be for altruistic reasons. At the same time, he wouldn’t be like “make it illegal”. He was very “w/e just show up to work on time Cambaceres, jesus.” (Cambaceres: It’s midnight, sire. This isn’t normal work hours. Napoleon: SAYS WHO???) 

Women in Politics: Well he’s obviously 100% against that. Ladies belong at home with the bebes. Le Pens, obviously, aren’t. Though Jean, I think, is like Trump where he’s pro his daughter being in politics (until she chucked him out of FN), but he would expect his wife to be a Proper Housewife. That weird conservative man thing about the role of wives and daughters. 

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There’s my fly-over guestimation of Napoleon v Le Pens

It’s very, very hard to figure out what Napoleon, a man born in 1769 and died in 1821, would think about politics, economics and society in 2020. I tried to gauged based on his broad, philosophical views and how he acted as ruler. But he was also someone who was very analytical and would be capable of understanding the world as it is today and the realities that are in place. He might find them off putting or bizarre (ladies as heads of states?? what about your children??) but he was an imminently pragmatic man who would look at a situation and go “alright, this is the reality of the system and society I am now in” and would adjust himself accordingly. 

In the end, trying to figure out how a man from 1815 would react to today’s politics is very difficult, if not outright impossible. His understanding of what liberal meant, what conservative meant, etc. were so different to our understanding that I would never place him in one camp. He had changing, dynamic views, and that would be reflected in his understanding of politics in 2020. 

Overall, I think he would disagree with a lot of the stances of the Le Pens. Would he hate them? No. Because Napoleon didn’t really hate people based on their political views. He saw too much of the Revolution to go for extreme personal reactions to political stances; also he was too much a pragmatist and understood that you never know who might be an ally in the future. 

Napoleon might look down on the Le Pens, he might find them personally disgusting, he might view them as stupid (honestly, he’d probably just think they’re dumb and quickly move on), but he wouldn’t hate them. 

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Because this is tumblr, I must now declare my political stance because I was too calm in most of that assessment. 

1. Fuck the Le Pens & Front Nationale 

2. Nationalism is spooky and I am always suspect when it comes up in political discourse in the year of our lord 2020 

3. I am bi and non-binary, which isn’t actually a political stance (or a personality), but tumblr is Like That so I thought I’d include it. 

4. I support: lgbtq rights; trans rights; universal health care; easy and open access to education; improved access to education at primary school levels (because that’s a huge impact on people); ACAB; separation of church and state; prison reform/some form of abolishment - I’m still thinking through my views on this and how it should be approached; land back; Aboriginal and Treaty Rights; immigration; no more kids in cages jesus christ; don’t drink bleach; democracy is good, punch fascists etc. etc. 

#and by spooky I mean that I think nationalism is a plague on all our houses #napoleon bonaparte #napoleon #spicy fucking ask #I really don't want dumb comments or asks as a result of this #fingers crossed #ask #reply #anon #napoleon in the modern day

[okimargarvez]

OIL & WATER

Original title: Acqua e olio.

Prompt: what if and post 13x12.

Warning: none.

Genre: angst, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Matt Simmons.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 71 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘.

Song mentioned: Stavo pensando a te, Fabri Fibra feat Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: I written this story after analyzing the same episode and scene (the first with Lisa) because... you can understand.

OIL & WATER

 And there I felt strange you know why, I was thinking of you, I was thinking that... we should never have met

She goes out first, walking fast on her very high heels. He, trained, used to running at least ten kilometers every morning, struggles a lot to keep up with her. When he finally reaches her, she is leaving the parking area. -Garcia, where are you going?- he is about to grab her for the arm, but at the last, he changes his mind. And then, there is really no need. The blonde stops as if he did.

He can't see her face, because it's already dark and the few lights don't help at all. Besides, she's turning her back on him. So, he doesn't notice that she locks her eyes tightly, before replying. -I have to take the subway, Esther is at the mechanic.- she explains, in a toneless voice, after all she doesn't think it could really interest him. A moment of silence follows, albeit embarrassing.

He wonders why she continues to be turned to the opposite side, and above all to treat him in that way. A moment ago she was super nice, with a person she had known for two minutes. -I can give you a ride.- he again makes the gesture to touch her, but gives up, perhaps fearing a worse reaction.

In fact, the blonde turns to him to shake her head, without looking up at the man. -No thanks.- polite, professional. But so little Garcia and even less Penelope. Could it be that she can't be herself when they are alone? All of this has nothing to do with taking Morgan's place. And he can’t understand what the reason may therefore be.

He remains placed in front of her, as an obstacle between woman and freedom. -But it's ridiculous, we are going to the same place.- trying to reason with her is not the best move. Despite the shoes and the generally unstable appearance, she tries to overcome him and manages it gracefully. He stays a second motionless, processing the shock. Something is definitely missing. He sighs, starting to chase her again.

She emits an inaudible puff, far too trodden. -Yes, but I don't think I can hold your guide again.- and in her voice there is a mix of emotions: a crust of irony and malice, a core of anger and sadness. Here's how to apply his geology degree in the wrong way. He walks by her side, although he is convinced that she is not following a specific direction. She is trying to tire him to get rid of him. Poor naive, she has to do much worse than this to tired him.

Her eyes are fixed in front, while those of the man don’t lose sight of her for a moment. As has happened so many of those times since he knew her. Definitely too many. -Don't be ridiculous.- that adjective came out once more.

She doesn't seem to like it at all. For this reason, she stops abruptly, deigning to look at him as if she had something before her that doesn’t even deserve to exist. -Look, Luke.- he should jump for joy that she called him by his name, rather than by surname or other strange nicknames, right? Yet it’s not so. -I'll be there much sooner than you, on that jalopy.- she indicates the agent Alvez's car, much more similar to a pickup truck; the man is surprised to discover that she knows the features of his car. She never came aboard . But she will have read the data in his file. Probably... -So, don't worry.- she gives him a smile that is anything but sweet and reassuring, a blatantly ironic wink and starts walking again.

After recovering the use of his jaw, Luke hurries to reply with the less stupid joke that runs through his brain. -This is very plausible, but it still seems ridiculous to me.- he smiles in turn, but she is not looking at him and doesn’t pay any attention.

She rolls her eyes, increasing her pace. -Whatever, bye.- for this reason he is forced to grasp her concretely by a wrist and not just evaluate whether to do it or not.

-Hey, no, I insist.- she frees herself from the grip almost immediately, looking at him with hatred, not even he tried to touch her breast. Excellent thought, Alvez, continue along this road, at least you will be sure of crashing. -Come with me.- he proposes however, silencing that voice that scolds him inside his head and that even has a face. His brother, who, even from Paradise, doesn’t cease to tease him. -I promise I'll drive slowly.- he makes another beautiful smile, one that is impossible to resist.

Penelope appears to be the exception. Your exception. -Alvez, you don't need to be a gentleman with every female creature.- here it is, here is his surname and the way she says it, the way she moves an eyebrow, the grimace on her mouth... it's all so fucking erotic. But it doesn't seem right to think of such a thing shortly after going out with another woman. -And if you really must, at least not with me.- Luke takes a little too long to get back to earth.

He walks a step ahead of her, trying to stop her. -Do it at least for the environment.- yet another smile, this time more uncertain, but no less full of hope.

Penelope rolls her eyes. -You are really a hard head.- but she has gave up. Man enjoys victory, savoring it for as long as possible. They heel turn, returning to his car. He manages to anticipate her and open the door. The blonde seems annoyed even by this gesture. But inside she can’t deny having always imagined it (and even dreamed).

He gets on board in turn, starts the engine. He drives and she looks out the window. -What is all this silence?- he is unable to bear it. She usually can't keep quiet, she talks frantically about any topic, delirious, gets lost in her worlds.

-If I wanted to take the underground there must have been a reason.- she only replies, contrite. -I wish I had a moment just for myself to think.- but he still catches something.

In her tone he showed a minimal fragility. If there is something sexier than her annoyed expression addressed to me, it is when she allows me to touch her soul. -Oh.- Luke takes his eyes off from the road just thousandth of a second. That grumpiness doesn’t hide her sadness well enough. -And about what?- he endeavors not to make his awareness too evident. There is one thing that has always been clear to him, and is that she doesn't like to show herself weak with him. Although on a few occasions she hasn't been able to avoid it.

She turns to him. Going against all his principles, Luke does the same, to catch as many clues as possible on her face. -Do you think this any of your business? You are intrusive.- he just can't stop himself. Even if it's the least suitable thing to do, he bursts out laughing.

-Really, Garcia?- at least he opts for the surname. -Do I have to remind you that you interrupted my appointment and you also wanted to meet Lisa?- before that grimace returns to peek over her mouth, a shadow passes before her eyes. Exactly the instant he pronounces the female name. But it will certainly be a coincidence. Of course, it's a coincidence! Are you sure you have obtained the certificate of passing the profiling course? Marcus would surely have made fun of him a lot at that time; he wouldn’t have missed a single occasion. He swallows, chasing away the melancholy out of the window.

-Well, I didn't do it because I wanted to.- a point for her. But still the woman's voice doesn’t seem particularly convinced and firm. -And I had to verify that she wasn't mentally incapacitated when she agreed to go out with you.- she has achieved one of her goals, or so she believes. He holds back the laugh but not the smug smile. How can you ask yourself why she continues to behave like this with you? You like it so much, it's like a drug. It is not really his brother; it is a projection of his unconscious. And this is even worse.

He focuses exclusively on traffic, that is fairly scarce considering it's Wednesday night, almost half past eight. You would preferred quite a traffic jam for stay stuck with her, is not so? Oh, but stop it. He drums with his fingers on the wheel. -Very funny. But it was Phil who did it all.- Penelope is unable to mask her amazement.

She blinks several times. -Oh, now I understand many things...- Phil, he is the one I have to thank for this fantastic surprise. Two years of hard work, of encirclement, ruined by a single blind date. And I had also thought he was cute! But, not being able to blame on the main culprit, the instigator, she lets off steam with the material executor, sitting next to her. She just looks at him badly, even if she would like to hit him with something.

-What?- he asks, the most innocent of the expressions on his face.

Penelope snorts, choosing to pardon him. Ha ha, comfortable decision, nothing to say. -Nothing, keep your eyes on the road.- she reproaches him, and Luke, knowing that it is the right thing, obeys. A second later her cell phone rings. -Hello?- he lights up like a Las Vegas sign. -Yes, chocolate thunder, no, later, now I can't.- she giggles, winks. He squeezes the steering wheel until he leaves the imprint of his fingers on the rubbery surface. Obviously, there is nothing done in leather and obviously she pretended not to have noticed it. -I love you, too.- she hangs up, but continues to smile inside herself for a good minute. Until she realizes that he is peering at her out of the corner of his eye. -What's wrong?- no smiles, no sweetness, only annoyance.

And he is desperately happy for this. -Was it the former SSA Derek Morgan or did this case stop something special for you too?- he doesn't know why the hell he had to say it, in such an obvious way. For a few terrible moments he believes that she can see the green monster that is perched on his back. Anyone in her place would do it. But luckily for him, he is not alone in being comically naive.

He earns just a smug grimace. -Still with that, Alvez?- he doesn't reply, but it's nice to be watched by her, to be the center of her attention, even if only for three seconds. -You really don't want to give up. I already told you, my private and romantic life is not your business.- yes, she had also made it clear to him one of the first times in the elevator, to then add a series of unwanted details about her Canadian boyfriend. Who knows what happened to him... if he ever really existed.

He continues to drive, but his tongue also goes its own way. -To be even, I should appear sneaking during your romantic outing...- yes, he can imagine it. He wouldn't have behaved so warmly in her place. He would not even have been able to simulate happiness to see her in an intimate attitude with another man. It's hard even to think about it! But Garcia hadn't simulated at all, that's for sure. And therein lies the problem.

Always annoyed, with the head turned again towards the window and the uninteresting landscape that flows beyond the glass. -Look, I didn't choose it, I had much more to do than come looking for you.- every now and then a half lie will certainly not ruin her karma. Discussing with Sergio the next shoes to buy is considered a real activity, isn't it? -It's Emily's fault. She said this case was too bad to wait for you.- and it really is, judging by the few details that she noticed as she read the file, sandwiched among strangers on the subway.

-Ok, ok, I was just kidding.- he apologizes, noting that there is something wrong, something more, which certainly doesn’t concern the case they will have to face, although, he would be really stupid if he hadn’t noticed how much she lets herself be involved by each case. -What's wrong?- the blonde can’t bear to see the slightest tinge of concern towards her, not on his part.

-Please, Luke.- it is not the first time she does it and it is not a plea at all. -I don't want to talk. Please.- but the last sentence comes out a little more natural and weak. He sighs, happy on the one hand to be in the car, because she can’t escape, nor try to send him away, as she had done the year before.

He glances at the blonde's hands, entwined on her lap, her fingers quivering and her nails stuck in the flesh. He rolls his eyes for a moment, because he must have seen wrong. She is certainly not the self-harming type. -Even if you keep me at a distance, I can't help but worrying about you.- he would like to caress her hand, only to touch it, but he knows that she would not like it and can’t bear the idea of making the situation worse. -You're my friend.- it is the first time he says it, that one of them says it out loud.

Penelope doesn't seem to give much weight to his statement. -Oh really?- now she looks even angry, pissed off. -That's why you introduced me to Lisa as a colleague of yours.- ah, that's where the sore subject was. Was she offended because he called her by that title? It had come out spontaneously, he had certainly not thought it. He never imagined he could find himself in such a situation. And since when did the BAU tech go around the city to pick up the latecomers?

For once, however, he has the perfect replica and doesn’t intend to let her get away with it just because She is... She is what, little brother? We both know which adjective you managed to censor from your mind. But sooner or later you will have to face it and the consequences as well. How soon it depends on you, unfortunately. -I think you did the same thing.- he replies. The blonde opens her perfect mouth, covered in lipstick. -"We are strictly work colleagues, yeah, yeah"- he imitates her, even if he is not very good.

However, she blushes anyway. -I don't speak that way!- she protests, with a shrill tone that is really too comical. At least he managed to get her away from that halo of sadness that he just had time to grasp before she dissimulated.

He runs his tongue over his lips, tickled by the idea of provoking her and unable to resist. The blameless Alvez. The best altar boy of his parish. The winner of all quizzes during the catechism. He changed. -Then, the chocolate thunders was Morgan, wasn't him?- how he was able to use that nickname, he will never be able to explain it. But it was worth it, for upset her and send her into confusion. It is only in these rare moments that he can hope to smooth the surface and increase the subtle crack of her soft armor.

Unfortunately for him, Penelope has recovered very quickly. -Why are you interested in knowing?- for a thousandth of a second he imagines telling her the truth, brutal, which perhaps she hasn’t confessed to anyone, not even to Roxy. Because I'm fucking jealous of him, of your relationship but also of any man who can show interest in you, I'm jealous of you, shit, fuck. Maybe without all those bad words, even if they fortify the concept.

Of course, his reaction is diametrically opposite. -Simple curiosity.- he even shrugs. -Since I'm not your type...- another hit has get the target. She seems to be on the point of wanting to put her arms around his neck... not for embrace him, nor for kiss him with passion. Rather to choke him. But the awareness that such an action would lead to only one certain result (an accident) blocks her.

-Asshole...- she is sexy even when she swears. -How much of my speech did you eavesdrop?- it is not just a question, it is a claim, a precise request. She demands information and knows she will get it. Before giving her such satisfaction, however, Luke takes time, makes fun of her and has a lot of fun doing it. As always. He is digging his grave by himself, but perhaps the hole is not yet deep enough.

-I have not overheard, I have a developed hearing.- he eventually tries the joke, and, of course, she doesn't find it funny or witty at all. He scratches his head, embarrassed. -And... Enough.- just to get out of this situation, he is willing to turn this around on her, even if it is a very mean action. -Like oil and water, huh? Silk and sandpaper. Elton John and Madonna before they kissed.- Penelope covers her face, preventing him from catching her reaction, but he could swear that her cheeks have turned red.

-Ok, ok, enough.- it is the closest thing to a plea he can get. -You know what I meant.- she stutters. It is the first time during this evening that she seems really in trouble. But taking advantage of her weakness in a shameless way would make him feel... exactly like shit.

Luke therefore decides to play it in a completely different way: instead of enlarging the crack in her, he shows the same openness in himself, trying to make her understand that it is not something to be afraid of... but unable to convince even himself. -I know, Garcia? How could I?- he gives her a single glance, quick but withering. -Read you is much more difficult than it seems.- she swallows, shaking hands until her knuckles turn white.

-I don't see why you should do it.- she replies, however, not quite willing to give up. -I'm serious.- and so is her tone. Stiff. -Focus on the job, Roxy... Lisa.- she adds the name to the last and seems to have cost her some effort. -Not on me.- the man doesn't really know how to respond to such a phrase, and in any case his attention is quickly captured by another event.

-Damn it, there was an accident.- fortunately, however, nobody seems to have reported serious damage. Surely she is also susceptible to such a kind of "shows". And then he would have felt guilty, as if he had provoked it with the power of thought. -We'll be stuck here for a while, I guess you should warn Prentiss...- being practically still, motionless, he can allow himself to look at her more carefully. -Garcia?- she is still turned towards the window, but her shoulders are shaking, the whole body is jumping unequivocally. -Is the prospect of spending a few more minutes with me really so terrible?- he tries to be funny, as usual puzzled by the pain he feels in seeing her cry. He will never get used to it.

Penelope, however, doesn’t show magnanimous. -You are not funny.- she manages to articulate, between a sob and another one. -I told you to let me take the subway.- she takes off her glasses and places them on the dashboard. Then she turns with a jerk towards him, allowing him to ascertain the seriousness of the situation. -Stop looking at me, please. I'm not a circus phenomenon.- he doesn't even know what hurts him the most. That she could believe such a thing of him, that voice so cracked that it is not clear how she is still alive, or her appearance in general, those big tears that never cease to wet her face. I've never really seen her cry. And this too is nothing but a drizzle, compared to the storm.

As soon as he recovers, he hurries to deny. -I never thought of that.- and this is the last straw. Even though it may not be the right thing to do, he is no longer able to hold back. He reaches out and finally lays his hand on the female ones, untangling them and moving his fingers over hers. -Really, Penelope, I can't just turn away while you're crying.- also the first name. It's over. For Luke it is as if he had explicitly declared himself. But not for her.

She, however, incredibly, doesn’t drive him away, allowing him to intertwine their fingers. -I told you that I cry constantly and that I am a sensitive person.- without those glasses to shield her, she seems almost another person, but she is not. It is always her, it was she when she called him Newbie and she is still her when she gives him a smile. -You forgot it, didn't you?- it is not a provocation, the bad thing is that she is truly convinced of it.

Luke shakes his head slowly, so as not to frighten her. -Never.- he simultaneously increases the grip on her hand. -You are the one who perhaps forgot what I told you that day.- it's one of those moments. They stare at each other intensely in the eyes, so alienated from the rest of the world that they no longer remember where they are.

Someone behind them honk. He detaches, without hiding his displeasure, and goes on those few meters of the street that have freed themselves. -No, I chose to ignore it which is different.- Penelope takes advantage of this to reply, feeling an immense chill now that the contact has broken.

However, Luke doesn’t seem willing to let her win. -Why? I meant it seriously.- Are you aware of how much you are risking, brother? If you take another step, you can no longer go back. You're practically serving your heart on a tray and... no, that's too much for me too. I refuse. You have always been the sappy one among us. Again stuck, again he watches her try to settle down, wipe her face, which remains red.

-I doubt it.- that moment is gone, lost and who knows how long he will have to wait to get another one. -Anyway, leave me alone. There is nothing you could do to help me.- and technically it's a half lie. When they look at each other in that way, she almost believes that the feeling is mutual. But she won't be investigating just as they are going to work and after stopping his gallant date. If he really felt anything for her, why would he go there? It was Phil who insisted. Yes, but…

-Garcia?- she goes back to the real world and doesn't like to see him so close, without realizing it. What else could he do? Luckily, he is not that kind of man.

-If you mention it to someone, I will find a way to hack your account and apply for a transfer to Poland.- she threatens him instead, wearing the glasses and recovering her ice queen attitude.

She doesn't see it, but Luke smiles. -Why exactly Poland?- he doesn’t care that she treats him badly, anything in order not to see her sadder. -Don't worry, I can keep a secret.-

 The most tragic thing is that he can't stop thinking about her, even during the case. And the situation gets worse when Emily assigns Luke and Matt to surveillance in the park. Hours and hours to watch and wait. It is inevitable that he will end up letting his thoughts run free. And he lets himself go, sending her a single, miserable message. Very short. Are you feeling better? Penelope doesn’t answer him, on the contrary, she avoids talking to him; finds the information requested, but without interacting as usual, she not surely makes joke. She seems strange, different, and this only increases his concern.

-So, what is her name?- Matt's question catches him totally unprepared. He almost jump. He thanks that it’s pitch dark, so he can't notice his comically burgundy cheeks. An undercover mission expert like him, what a shame! Only later his brain processes the sense of the request.

Luke pretends to be unaware and innocent. -What are you talking about?- he strives above all to maintain a neutral, indifferent tone of voice, and it is no small feat.

Mainly because Simmons has been a profiler for longer than he is and he is also very good. He, on the other hand, is very scarce if it comes to lying in his own shoes. Luke, you finally act like a human being. Mister Perfection was distracted at work... oh, I would have really liked her, as a sister-in-law, I'm sure. But it is an absurd consideration, since in reality it is still he who speaks. -You must have looked at your cell phone at least ten times in the past five minutes.- the friend's tone is playful, but also insinuating. -It's not like you.- he has understood more than he should have.

And maybe he needs to talk to someone about it. Maybe it might even make him feel good. After all, Matt is the best male example he knows. Married for years and with four children. Happy and in love. He and Kristy have so much chemistry that they seem to have just met. -It was a blind date, Phil arranged it.- he then begins to tell. -She is... smart, nice, beautiful...- he is not lying, he really thinks so. -A doctor who has worked on the front line in many bad places.- that is, they have had similar life experiences. But can it be enough? Or it may even be the opposite, negative, because with so much accumulated pain is unlikely to be able to soothe that of another person. -Really, she's fantastic, only that...- he hesitates, fearing the reaction of his friend. Fearing that he can say something definitive to him, such as that Garcia clearly feels nothing for him and that he has to jump for joy just because she treats him as a human being... sometime.

The friend scrutinizes him, wondering if it is appropriate to insist. -Only what?- Luke shakes his head, retrieving the binoculars and showing himself particularly busy.

-Nothing, it's better to leave it alone.- Matt reaches out and touches his arm.

-It’s up on you, man.- he nods and reciprocates the hold. -You know I'm here when you want.- he sighs, warning that it is very close to the moment of surrender. Does he really want to stay in this limbo forever? Better to find out that he doesn't have a single chance... of course, it won't be easy to stop feeling bad, maybe it will never happen, but... is preferable pain or uncertainty?

He takes courage. -It's just that it's all so complicated.- he feels stupid and childish, the loser protagonist of a romantic film. -Going out with her made me realize that I am ready for a relationship, you know, when I was with the fugitives team I didn't want bonds, I preferred to be alone.- and it was better. No problem, no anxiety.

Matt gestures he has understood. -Well and what's the problem?- Luke smiles, giving him reason. Yeah, little brother, what's the problem? It is you. Only you.

-That I'm a fool.- a chuckle escapes him. -A hopeless jerk. Because she is fantastic, but she is not...- he would have said it. This time he really would have done it, but fate decides otherwise.

He stops at the same instant in which the other looks through the binoculars. -Hey, there's movement.-

 When the phone rings and the voice mail goes, Luke feels selfishly and cowardly happy. Tackling her personally would have been really embarrassing. Not that isn't in this way, but... assuming she doesn't reply with another message... He sighs, remembering that his time is limited. -Hello, I'm Luke.- well done, Mr. Obvious. -I promised you I would call and I'm doing it.- even better. -I wanted to tell you that I felt very comfortable with you, you are a splendid woman, but I just don't think it can work.- taken from anxiety, he overlaps words and sentences. -You deserve sincerity and I haven't been completely honest.- he scratches his head. -I'm single, but mentally busy. I hope you won't hate me too much when you'll listen to the message and... That everything goes well to you.- he remains with the phone in hand for a full minute after hearing the click signaling that the seconds are finished.

 He had no more chance to argue with Matt, if not on the jet, but he couldn’t be sure that the others wouldn’t have heard. And, it's okay to be willing to spill the truth, but not in such a public way. He prefers to stay out of the way and listen to music. One song more wrong and deleterious than the other. But deep down they convince him of the need to put an end to this situation. That's why as soon as they land in Quantico, he hurries to Garcia's office. It is a pity that just when he is about to grab the handle, the door opens and behind it the woman appears, who miraculously manages to remain standing. -Alvez!- a shrill scream escapes her. -Damn, you're trying to kill me?- she puts her hand on her heart. It's probably just a theatrical gesture, but it has the effect of shaking him too, because he went to read the Battle file and therefore knows that he shot her in the heart. Probably weakening it. -What are you doing here?- she has started to breathe and speak normally again.

Luke watches her type the code quickly and turn back to him, arms folded. -We need to talk.- he can only say, but it is already something, indeed, is a lot. He almost laughs at it, because it seems like a sentence that she should say to him, if they were engaged and he has something to fear.

Penelope looks at him even more badly, not understanding the reason for such hilarity. -And what should we...- she was about to give him a minimum of rope, but something suddenly makes her change her mind. -I can't now, I have to go home.- she walks with a firm step. Just like that evening, and it seems a year has passed, instead it is only two days, he chases her, keeping her pace with difficulty.

But there is a different atmosphere. Above all, it is Luke who is different, his attitude. He has unprecedented security, which half intrigues her and half scares her. Just like that mischievous smile. -On the subway?- and the pleased tone as accompaniment.

Penelope rolls her eyes. -Of course, mister, I'm always without a car.- she replies with the same voice, the same insinuations. Sexual tension, because this is what it is, is practically tangible. He would like to kiss her without adding another word. After all, it would clear up any doubts much faster.

-Perfect.- he grins, contenting himself with taking her by the shoulders until they reach the parking area. He leads her inside, but doesn’t her let go. He enjoys the shocked expression, the eyes almost out of their sockets, the redness due not only to embarrassment.

She protests several seconds late, impossible not to notice. -What the hell are you doing! Are you crazy?- when the doors have closed and the elevator is started, and he is sure that she can't escape, unless he pushes a button and blocking it, making his situation worse, Luke leaves her free. He shakes his index finger in front of her face.

-No, I'm just anticipating your protests.- he replies, unable to get that sly smile off his face, aware of increasing her annoyance and perhaps even happy about it.

She probably understands it too, so she sighs and moves away as much as possible, almost leaning on the cold wall opposite her. -You do not let me take the subway even tonight?- he doesn't answer, he doesn't need to. -What are you, my personal driver?- this time she doesn't give him time. -I would never have hired you.- Luke laughs, appreciating as usual both her sagacity and the unique way in which she teases him.

He forces himself to return serious. -We have things to talk about and I think a trip by car is a good starting point.- she had certainly not imagined so much. Poor babe, did she really think he would talk to her inside this elevator, that it would all be so simple? -At my house.- despite having repeated not to react to his provocations, in order not to give him satisfaction, she doesn’t make it.

Her mouth opens wide. -I won't come to your house at this hour.- she shakes her head vehemently. -Forget it, get it through your hard head.- Luke imitates her even though she can't be sure he did it on purpose. He places both hands on her arms and holds her closer to him. Dangerously. Penelope hushes instantly, crumbling like a flower torn from a lawn.

He realizes the power he has over her, but he doesn't take advantage of it as much as he could have done. -No, you will listen to me and do what I ask you or because you have faith in the world and in your neighbor and by extension also in me.- he observes her as she absorbs his sentences, his theories; she is forced to admit that he is right. -And above all because you can see Roxy again.- here, he uses his golden card. How can you say no to such a proposal? It seems to her that he can see inside her mind. The image of his dog envelops everything. She detaches him from herself abruptly, giving him a too weak push.

-You are a bastard, Alvez, using your dog for your sordid goals.- at that moment the elevator doors open wide. He grabs her wrist, walking in the direction of his car.

He admits his guilt. It doesn't cost him much. -I know.- he opens the door and helps her to get on. -Get in.- it sounds like an order, but his gaze has something more. For this she obeys, and then if she tried to rebel would only have lost the balance and almost certainly... she would fall into his open arms, open wide and waiting.

They stare at each other for at least thirty seconds, she sitting uncomfortably in the passenger seat, he with his hand resting not far from her leg. Too close. -But how kind you are, Lisa has already understood what a delicate man you are?- her joke breaks the atmosphere. Luke blinks once and quickly turns around, appearing next to her.

He buckles up and gives her an ironic smile. -Funny, but it's not her problem.- but she doesn't understand his insinuation. -And in fact, our discussion is about this.- not even this clarification seems to help her.

-You want to scold me again for intruding?- she is annoyed, exasperated. She also wears the seat belt, but doesn’t turn to the window. Does he want to play heavy? Well, she certainly won't back down. She won't allow him to win. -How many times will I have to tell you that it wasn't my choice?- Luke doesn't reply, but he seems... disappointed? -And anyway, you can go out with her again...- a shadow passes in front of her and her lower lip trembles. -... right tonight, and leave me in a few meters, where there is a bus stop...- the man catches the provocation and hurries to insert the lock on the doors.

-No, you don't move from here and neither do I.- he specifically chosen his car as the location. To prevent her from even thinking about an escape. They have to close this story tonight, whether it ends with a slap and a broken heart or with... anything else. Discussing with Matt, albeit briefly, helped him; he told the truth: he never felt good to have a relationship, but going out with Lisa made him understand that he is finally ready. But there is only one woman he would like in that role.

Penelope doesn’t imagine in the least what goes on in his head, all this torment. -Do you prefer to spend the evening in the car with me rather than anywhere else with Lisa?- yes, he would like to shout. Yes, that is true. -You got problems, Alvez, that's why you've been single for so long...- he can almost see his brother Marcus high five her. Instead, the blonde captures something completely different in his gaze. -Oh, hell, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.- her face darkens. She has lost all desire to joke.

He doesn’t allow her to continue to believe such bullshit. -Why ever you should apologize, it's the truth.- she doesn’t seem to believe him. -I haven't had a relationship in a very long time, but in this period I understood that I want one and that I'm ready.- the way she misunderstands every little thing he says, nobody ever can. Every step forward that he thinks he has taken, she shows him that he was actually walking like a shrimp, backwards.

She crosses her arms, she seems to want to embrace herself, she caresses her ribs in an insecure gesture. Then she looks up, but can't stare at him for more than two seconds. -Good, good for you and Lisa.- it is clear that she would have liked to say it with a disinterested and abrupt tone, but she falters. -I'm sure you two will be very happy together.- a sob escapes her.

Of course, Luke notices it. He shrugs. -Who can say, but I think I'll never find out.- he now believes he has finally made it clear that he is not interested in Lisa as a woman, for a relationship.

For a few seconds he basks in this illusion. Until she opens her mouth and ruins everything. -Are you not going to ask her for another date?- he doesn’t have time to respond, she seems caught by a divine illumination. -Wait, I get it, I understood what you want to talk about.- at least she came out of that tragic melancholy. -You need advice on how to deal with her, right?- he feels observed. -There is nothing to be ashamed of, I will gladly help you.- Ah, little brother, I understand why you fell in love with her. Who besides her could be genuinely happy with the idea to helping you conquer another woman, despite she too is in love with you? His foot almost slips off the pedal. When did she ever say this? How can I be sure of what she feels? He prefers not to ask himself if he is asking himself or his brother, or his conscience. Is there then a difference?

He makes a series of controlled breaths to calm himself before actually making an accident. -Good to know, but would you help me even if the woman wasn't Lisa?- of course Penelope doesn't even think for half a second that she can be the lucky one.

-Who should it be?- apparently, she was cheering for Lisa, because the thought of another rival upsets her. -You met another woman while you were out...- he slices the sentence with a gesture of the hand to the limits of education. Luke, do you know that abuela would spank you if she found out?

He gives her a slightly more careful look. She is really pretty, more than pretty, with that denim jacket. She seems younger, it gives her a sportier and more casual look. Not that he doesn't like when she wears one of her "usual" clothes. -No, I already knew her for a while.- she continues to wallow splendidly in her naivety.

Part of her doesn't want to continue this conversation. -And you didn't like her before?- she can't help but ask, even if it will only hurt her. At least she was able to meet Lisa in person and therefore understanding what a beautiful person she is. But if you talked to her for about two minutes! The rational Garcia protests, trying to make herself heard. This is enough for me to read inside people, there is no need to be a profiler, it is a natural gift of mine… replies the eternal dreamer. Too bad the other has the answer ready. Sure, let's talk a little about Baylor-Battle...

It is a real luck that Luke starts talking again, forcing her to stop that rather disturbing intestinal clash. -I always liked her, indeed, I believe that now is also something more.- You believe, Luke? -But a little I was too stupid, a little I didn’t think I was enough for her, a little I was afraid of being able to hurt her and I would die if it happens...- he's damn melodramatic. He gently brakes at a red light. He looks at her, hoping that she will read the other half of the sentence in his eyes, the one he has not uttered.

She looks back at him, but doesn't seem happy. -Oh, hell, you're really in love.- rather ... upset. As if she had never conceived the idea that he could have such a strong feeling towards any living thing outside Roxy.

Luke nods. He swallows, with that knot down his throat. -I know it is so.- a hoarse, low tone comes out. -I tried to pretend nothing happened and I hoped that everything would disappear by itself.- only Penelope Garcia can’t understand that he is talking about her.

In fact, as expected, she shakes her head, a little too desperate, though. -It doesn't work like that, Luke!- here is her naked soul shining, completely exposed. -It's never that simple. I say this from personal experience.- and perhaps he is just deluding himself, making fun of himself, but he really seems to suggest that this is about him. It is not for some gesture, nor for the choice of words. It is only because of what is hidden in her dark eyes. And now also clear. -Indeed, the more you try to forget and the more you remember.- she sobs, once. Then she recovers.

He nods. -Yeah.- unfortunately, the light turns green. -And then I was sure she didn't like me, not at least in that sense.- he resumes the speech from where he left it. The woman's reaction is completely unexpected. She bursts out laughing, a laugh of taste, heartfelt, not simulated or ironic.

She struggles to hold herself. -I know I've always treated you badly, but I'm not blind, I know how to be objective and I see the possibility that a woman may not like you really difficult.- he is definitely improving, because he doesn’t accelerate or brake too drastically. -In that sense.- yes, she practically admitted to finding him attractive, from a physical point of view. Even though she said the opposite to Lisa, just a few days ago.

It is not pride that speaks for him. -Really? Why?- although the idea of hearing her say something more explicit is tempting... and for once she satisfies him, even if it wasn't in her plans. But Garcia and delirium are one.

She sighs, determined not to open her mouth. -Uh, you won't push me to praise your sculpted muscles or your deep brown eyes.- she blushes, realizing that she has just contradicted herself. She looks away, returning to the beloved window. -I'm only sorry for Lisa, because she seemed really a nice person and she will be very hurt.- it's his turn to laugh genuinely.

-You aren’t able to not empathize with the whole world, right?- but it is a joke full of sweetness, approval and above all affection. Did he really have a choice when he started collaborating with BAU? Would a man not engaged in a stable relationship who had come to occupy his place be able not to fall in love with a woman with such a big heart? For a second he is frightened by a thought: what if he doesn't love Penelope but what she represents? Absolute love.

-It's stronger than me, I don't do it on purpose.- she replies, as if he had accused her of who knows what terrible and dark crime. -I can't help it.- yes, it would be nice to believe that she does it on purpose to get compliments. But there is nothing built in this super-charged woman with accessories. -Was that what you wanted to talk to me about? Do you want advice on how to conquer this woman or to understand if she also feels something for you?- here we go again.

Rather than appear annoyed or demoralized by always colliding against the same wall, he decides to remain positive and tries to turn the thing in his favor. -I would like it if you could really help me.- yes, it would be really fun to see Garcia help him make his relationship with Penelope work.

Maybe something has really changed between them, because she no longer looks like the same person. She no longer wants to fight, to appear surly. Or won't it be easier to talk about him and another woman than do the same about the two of them? -Well, you can tell me something... I'll try.- she doesn’t promise anything, but instead of taking advantage of him for make a joke or to make fun of him, she gives him a small, tender smile.

RIght the push he didn't need. -Well, she is gorgeous and she says she knows, but I don't think she's really convinced of it.- too easy, otherwise. -She is the most generous person I have ever known. She loves every living being, even me...- he giggles. -I just don't know if she loves me as I would.- he sighs. -Oh, she's an absolute genius, even though I never told her clearly.- yes, he just teased her about it. -And she's beautiful, beautiful in her own way.- his face folds into a sweet and deeply in love expression. He just can't hide what he feels. It is overwhelming.

She also realizes it, although she continues to ignore this feeling. -Wow, she seems... she looks really fantastic.- she swallows and her hands tremble. She tries to keep them still, then gives up and let them do what they want. Her shoulders drop. To get out of it, she finds no other way than to torment him. -You're right, I think she's too much for you. I was joking!- but this time she doesn't even last before finishing the sentence.

-But I don’t.- Luke replies instead. -I know she is too much for me, but I must at least try, to get rid of all doubts.- and weight. But there is not much time left. Less than five minutes before they get to his street.

Penelope looks down, hands folded. -Yeah, blessed are those who have the strength.- she implicitly suggests that this is not her case. Luke can't bear to hear all that sadness in her voice, not because of the mistaken belief that he is in love with a woman who is not her. Is it possible that every time he tries to console her, he ends up making her cry or otherwise worsening the situation? Why can't he live up to his own words?

This is why he comes out with that nonsense. -She said I'm not her type.- obviously she doesn't remember saying the same thing about less than seven hours ago.

She feels bad for him. Here, this is love, to desire the happiness of those who love each other even when it doesn’t correspond to ours. He has a long way to improve his feeling. -Shit, this isn't good.- at least he managed to distract her again. A few more kilometers. -Are you sure she was serious?- she has asked the right question.

-At the beginning I thought she really thought it, but then I talked about it with a friend...- yeah, they had a few minutes to get back to the matter, before getting on the jet and he was only able to ask him that little detail, without adding names and surnames, but he was quite convinced that Simmons had added them on his own initiative. -Indeed, with Matt and he told me that in reality most likely she said it to protect herself.- he hopes that having mentioned the name of their colleague and friend might suggest something to her. -That her attitude in general leads more to believe that she likes me.- he looks at her eyes for some positive reply. Nothing. Rather.

-Oh, well it's great.- a slight tremor in her tone. -I'm happy for you!- finally, she breaks, like a crystal, without making noise. Her lips wrinkle, the lenses of her glasses get wet, her eyelids collapse.

He brakes, almost in front of his house. -Garcia, your eyes are shiny.- he reaches out and touches her arm. No reaction. He gently caresses it. -And I don't think my story moved you.- she absolutely doesn’t want to look at him. Not in this condition. Why the hell does she end up whining at least five times a day? And two ahead of him only in the past three days. Crying is too intimate, even more than making love.

Here, wrong thinking. Luke unfastenes his belt. He is wearing on a very tight black sweater again. He loves dark colors; she loves all the colors. They are so different, practically incompatible. -It's just... The cold that makes my eyes water and...- and she can't stay a second longer in this car with him. -Since you're okay, can't you leave me somewhere near my house?- she knows he will never accept, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought her here. But she doesn't understand what it was for. He didn’t want real advice. Why didn't he discuss it with JJ or Emily? Better yet, Tara. There was a clear brother-sister relationship between them. She had also been jealous of her, for a while.

Luke has reached the limit. He stretches completely to also unfasten her belt. -No, and you don't need to lie.- no more, his eyes suggest. He puts his hands on her arms again and climbs, slowly, until he stops on her cheek. -I still want to be the someone you want to go to when you cry.- he whispers. The first time had been a statement, although neither of them had understood it. This evening is too obvious for anyone, however naive, to be unaware of it. -I've always been here.- and he is. She too. They have always been them. She is the woman with whom he would like a relationship. The fear is so crippling that for a moment she thinks that she will die, because the heart will no longer beat. She takes a step backwards, colliding with the window.

She shakes her head, grabs the handle, but the door remains closed. -No, no, no.- she no longer knows where to go. -It's absurd. Please, let me off.- she begs him, also grabs his hands, in order to corrupt him, convince him. -Don't force me, please.- he is almost tempted to please her, for not see her so lost.

But he is doing it for both. -I can't ignore it, I don't want to.- he intertwines the fingers of their hands and caresses them with his. -Talking still gives some relief. Open up with me.- he lets go of one of her hands to brush her cheek and wipe away a tear. -Why do you need to cry? What is the reason?- damn it, it's you, Luke, don't you understand? Why do you want to force me to say it? It cannot be true that you like me, in fact, that you are... in love with me. And so, I will end up messing up everything and we will no longer be able to work together and...

-It’s you, you and all your stupid romantic speeches.- she pushes him, but only gets to unbalance him towards her. -Do you remember the Canadian boyfriend? He took flight long before you arrived.- so, he had really existed, but was gone, deduces the astute profiler. -You're not the only one who's been alone for so long.- she chuckles at the oddly apt repetition. -The difference is that in my case... leave it.- was she really going to confess that it hadn't been a choice for her, but a condition? That after Sam there hadn't been a single man who asked her out, if she doesn't count those in chat, discarding the bots? -Listening you talk about how you feel about that woman... It hurt me, because I know nobody will ever think these things about me.- she is sobbing, cursing herself and cursing him even more as he tries to embrace her, despite the location and position are not the most comfortable for this gesture of affection.

-Garcia...- he manages to whisper before she stops him. If he used her name, she would definitely collapse.

-No, don't you dare start babbling things like 'you're beautiful, I'm sure there are a lot of guys who would queue to go out with you'.- it wasn’t exactly what he intended to say, but lets her conclude. -Others, before you, have already played this card. Don’t lie to me.- he makes a great effort to reject jealousy. Because he knows very well who she is referring to. Former super special supervisor Derek Morgan, no less.

-I didn't mean that.- he therefore defends himself. -But you got almost there.- he raises her face by placing his thumb under her chin, as he has only seen in movies. -Because you are beautiful, very beautiful, at least for me.- ah, he finally spat it out and really, there is no chance to go back from here.

Penelope is perfectly aware of this. After an initial shock, she reacts with a mix of fear and anger. -Open this damned door or I'll break it with something!- she looks around, but sees nothing that goes well. -Open it! Please!- Luke takes her by the shoulders again, noting the negative sides of an intimate conversation in the car. It is really difficult and uncomfortable to approach her and hold her close.

-Why do you have to run away?- he answers by himself. -Matt told me and in retrospect I got there myself.- she is telepathically telling him how much she hates him. -I couldn't consider your super-open attitude towards Lisa as proof that you didn't like me. Because it’s you.- and this breaks every pattern, even Reid's stats. -And the rest... It was too exaggerated even for you. I wondered if you would have done the same thing with one of the others... And then I understood.- he doesn’t expect her next move.

-You want me to admit that I have a crush on you? Is that what you want?- as an appetizer it would be fine. -I admit it! Have you heard? It's true, I have a stupid damn crush on you!- if he ever dared to dream of a declaration on her part, she certainly wouldn't have such a tone, but sweet and in love. -Are you happy, now?- she gives him a boost. -Satisfied?- another, slightly stronger. -I don't understand the meaning of this cruel game. Now do you want to open the door?- Luke just shakes his head. Her jailer doesn’t know pity. -Do you want to know something else? Even if I have a crush on you, I don't want to, I don't want to cry in front of you!- she has found a way to hurt him. -I don't want you to be that someone! You don't deserve my tears.- the man sighs, then walks away, giving her at least some space.

-Maybe you're right, about the second part.- he is keen to clarify. -I would never want to make you sad. It was not my goal.- but it is becoming anyway.

And she realizes it and is not happy to see him in such a condition. -Then was for what?- she watches him unlock the doors. -I don't want to go into your house.- she then stutters. -Not even for Roxy isn't worth that.- she is not sure. -Don't you have a bit of pity?- her eyes pierce him.

-Garcia, Penelope...- he corrects himself promptly. -You have deliberately ignored part of our speech.- she knows which part. -Will you ever lower your defenses in my presence?- she shakes her head, but, absurd, now that she could grab the handle and run away, she doesn't.

-No.- she indicates him, and then herself. -See what happened even with the drawbridge raised.- will the day ever come when one of her jokes will not hit him, indeed it will bore him? -You still managed to break into the castle.- definitely no. And he tries hard not to notice the involuntary double meanings.

-But I am still lost wandering along the boundary wall and reaching the court is very complex.- he follows her speech, tries to enter her world to make it clear that they can be something, that he is not only a former man hunter, Roxy's father, an annoying colleague. That there are many things she still doesn't know.

She swallows. -Why should you want it?- here we are. That moment has come.

-Do you really want me to tell you this in here?- he knows it as she does.

Penelope shrugs. -It’s the same...- that half pout really marks the point of no return. Luke looks at her for a few seconds, in every detail.

-All right. As you prefer.- he leans over her, slowly, giving her enough time to understand what's going on, even to avoid it, but he knows she won't. His hands surround her face. A second in which they look at each other in the eyes. He lifts it up her chin until their lips collide. Now he can admit it: he imagined a thousand times how their first kiss would have been and for the most part he believed that passion would prevail, given the almost two years of repressed tension that they had to vent. Instead it is unexpectedly sweet and almost childish. -You are that woman.- it is the first thing he says to her, when he detaches himself gently from her. She has kissed him back, albeit with a slight delay. -The woman you admitted that is fantastic. And you are.- And you know, he adds in his head, continuing the rhyme. -And I like you, a lot, even something more.- he answers all her silent questions. -And yes, from the beginning. And it is both because everything you say seems to me like cast gold, and because I find you attractive.- he sees in her gaze the beginning of a protest. -Don't start.- he admonishes her affectionately.

-No... It’s not possible that a man like you...- she stutters, but no sentence seems appropriate. -Have you see yourself? Have you ever see yourself for real, to understand how beautiful you are?- there must also be mirrors in his house, unless he's a vampire. -Drop-dead beautiful.- she adds. And then, she becomes a mirror in which his soul is reflected. -No, you are not so superficial, you are not aware of it.- and she always knew it, inside herself.

Luke raises his eyebrows. -We suffer from the same disease, then, because I think the same thing about you.- and the only thing he wants to do is savor her mouth again, endlessly, he doesn't even need to move his hands, he is happily satisfied with just long kisses. But he knows that instead he has to keep talking, to convince her. -You are wonderful, not only inside, but also outside, it is so.- and she insists on not believing him, after she has made it clear. -I admit that your whole being makes you even more beautiful... But regardless of everything... I was immediately, hopelessly physically attracted to you.- he hopes that she will not force him to prove it concretely. -You can also ask me why; you can repeat that you and Lisa, nothing alike... Like oil and water, but you won't change reality.- the last sentence completely puzzle her. She opens her mouth without a single sound coming out. -I know you are afraid, I am afraid too, I thought I was too much... Broken, to try something serious with you.- she starts to reply, but is silent. -I thought I couldn't make you happy. Now I'm not sure anymore, though.- he should say: now he can no longer live without her, because neither of them here have just a crush.

-Why did you have to kiss me?- instead, she asks him stubbornly.

-Because... I wanted it too much, I hoped it would convince you more than a thousand words.- yet another catchphrase. -But you still don't believe me, do you?- she nods.

And then she shakes her head. -I can't, I can't.- she would like to explain, to make him understand that it is not her choice, that yes, the fear in her case is too big, and it is winning, it will win, as it always has. They will become yet another missed opportunity. -Please, let me take a taxi.- it's not even the most absurd request she has made to him this evening.

-I can't do this.- regardless of the desire to deepen the speech or the kisses, there really is no way that she could go home alone in a taxi. He will have read and seen too many thrillers, he will also be a profiler... but it is too dangerous. -You don't have to be afraid of me, Penelope, you don't have to.- what did he do to terrorize her so intensely? He already knows the answer. Absolutely nothing, apart from existing and crossing her path. After Morgan. -I would never hurt you, I don't expect anything from you, really.- even if he reads in her face that he should do it, which would be the only way to definitively unlock this situation. -I'm sorry if the kiss... Annoyed you, if you saw it as an imposition.- he seems to betray his feeling, to talk about it in this way. -But I won't take it back.- he therefore reiterates.

Penelope bites her lips until they bleed. -Luke, I...- the man understands that he was stupid and even naive. He believed that with a declaration only two possible scenarios could be opened: refusal and broken heart or immense joy and endless kisses. But he didn't consider the gray area.

-Give me only another five minutes, then if you won't changed your mind, I'll take you to your house myself.- this is the maximum compromise to which he is willing to yield. -I'll try to convince you that what I said is true.- he didn't prepare it before. Everything comes spontaneously. -I'll start with your hair. I love the fact that you are blonde. I have always loved contradictions, absurd combinations. That your surname is Garcia and you have such light and silky hair is... Magnificent.- he happens to him quite often when he is with her, more than with other people. He finds himself saying exactly the bullshit that pass through his head, rather than the right thing and more sensible or suitable for the circumstance. She with him raises the barriers, he with her loses every filter. -You don't know how many times I would wanted to roll your locks around my fingers. And admire the contrast. Just like the one between our shades of skin.- he talked only about her hair for two minutes. And he could have done worse.

-You and Lisa are practically identical. Your kids would be wonderful.- she pops up her rival again, but no longer with that insecurity mixed with a strange envy or jealousy that turns into pure and simple melancholy. No, in this case there is only malice.

She's playing with him, she's flirting with him, and he likes it. Because it means that he is beginning to penetrate the walls of Troy, he has found the right combination. -It may be, but never as children with amber skin and blond hair or dark hair and diaphanous skin would be...- only this exaggerated thing escapes from him, just to keep up with her.

-My skin is not diaphanous. It is anonymous.- she replies, challenging him to deny.

And the challenge is immediately accepted. -Not for me. I studied every single detail that I was allowed to see.- he reveals. She shivers at that thought. -Every mole on your skin, every scratch.- he is not afraid to look like a maniac or a voyeur. -And I think it's intoxicating.- Intoxicating, that's all that registers her brain.

But she can’t hide a certain complacency. -You're weird.- Luke nods.

-I know. But you asked for it.- he smiles at her, licking his already dry lips and feeling her taste in his mouth. -You don't want to believe me.- he rolls his eyes and continues determined. -Your smile. When you smile, how does Bruno Mars say? All the world stares for a while. I swear.- she seems to find it a little exaggerated, but it's true. -The first time you smiled at me, even if it was a fake one, I know that I behaved like a fool, but you puzzled me.- who knows if she remembers it, because he has printed each of her smiles in his brain. In this case he refers to that of "I am nice, I am the queen of nice". -And then you saw Roxy and your face glowed and I struggled to stay in control.- unfortunately. By now they may be in one of their beds making love. Wrong thought. -Your eyes, I could stare at them for hours without doing anything else. You have had more than one proof, right?- impossible to deny. -And your mouth, Dios mio, I wanted to taste it when you told me to let be in the moment, but I'm a coward.- he sees her jump when the exclamation in Spanish escapes him.

She tries to stop him. -Luke, enough, there is no need...- without too much conviction.

-Instead there is. There are still other things you need to know. Your legs on those heels are trampolines towards the forbidden fruit.- the atmosphere has become very hot. -But I'm sure they'll turn me on in gym pants too.- she opens her lips and then tightens them again. -Your breast, I dream of being able to fall asleep protected by your heat.- wow, it definitely went beyond her expectations.

Penelope gesticulates, trying to find an alternative reason for this series of explicit and intimate confessions. -All this doesn’t make sense. The fact is that I am so...- he reads her mind. He knows perfectly well what she is about to say, her intention to diminish herself, what adjectives she will use, in order to get ugly in his eyes, but nothing will work. He threatens her first with his eyes.

-Don't you dare say it.- he then adds with the tone reduced to a snarl. -If you say so, you will force me to drag you into my bedroom and make love with you so eagerly that tomorrow morning you will have to skip work.- this time she opens her mouth wide and leaves it like that.

-Wow. I mean... Wow.- there is no more suitable comment.

The air has become hot but the caress on her cheek is only sweet. -Do you believe me now?- she meditates for a moment whether to tease him, then her stomach gives her a negative signal. She needs to taste his mouth again, to know his tongue. It is a physical, visceral need.

-I, I, I guess...- Luke approaches, but waits for her to close her eyes as assent.

He rests his forehead on the female one, denying her what she wants. -Do you want to say hello to Roxy before I give you a ride at home?- it seems to have asked if she wants to use the handcuffs and the whip, from how she reacts.

She closes her eyes, blushes and laughs. -The world must have definitely turned upside down! You who speak a lot and I'm not able to say half a sentence!- she continues, without moving an inch, but her attention is entirely on his mouth. -You, here with me, instead of with someone like... Okay, I shut up.- she finally replies, noting his hard and sexy gaze.

-I don't want to rush you.- he reassures her. -I waited two years to kiss you, I can wait for the rest.- she believes him. Now that she has allowed herself go, totally, she completely trusts him, there is no way to stop the process.

It's not him, the problem. -I don’t know if I can do it.- she admits. -And I don't know what I could do if I came in to say hi to Roxy.- she doesn’t know? Let's say that she has a fairly precise idea and in no scenario she will go back to sleep with Sergio. -Luke, I don't have a crush on you. I... I love you.- she said it. She really said it. No fear that he thinks it is a simple affirmation.

-I love you, too, Penelope.- he replies, as she has always dreamed of. That always makes her look very stupid. -That's why I'm willing to give you all the time you need, because I don't want to ruin what's coming up.- she nods, following his reasoning.

-Me neither.- and still he has not granted her this blessed second kiss. -And sleeping at your house a few days after your date with another woman would be... Inconvenient, right?- she expects him to agree, because after all she has framed him immediately: he is loyal to duty, respectful to the limits.

Instead, he shakes his head, tickling her forehead with his hair. -No, if that's what you want and you feel like doing.- damned voice of reason! -I can promise that I won't touch you too much, except to hug you.- what if she wanted exactly the opposite?

She almost bursts into tears again, even if this time they would be for happiness. Emotion. -What did I do to deserve your love?- for finding such a person. And why, at least in this case, he wants her.

He touches her lips with a finger. -I am asking myself the same question.- she can no longer resist and catches them. They pant in the mouth of the other, fighting, passing the baton to their tongues, their hands tangling in their respective hair, but they don't go down beyond their shoulders.

When they separate, she says just one thing. -Ok.- a monosyllable.

He repeats it. -Ok?- she nods.

She sighs. -Let's go to Roxy.- Luke smiles at her, and even if it's basically stupid, she waits for him to open the door for her. He closes the door, inserts the safety lock and wraps the arm around her shoulders, heating her in the cold of the evening, now almost night. -If I become your girlfriend, will she also be my baby? And Sergio her brother?- she wasn't going to ask him for real and with such intensity, but now the damage is done.

Luke seems to grasp only the positive aspects. -I guess so, and for me you already are.- he stops a few steps from the entrance of his apartment. -Do you want a formal request?- Penelope shakes her head, surrounding his neck and pulling him down.

-No, this is enough for me.- they exchange other kisses, until it starts to get too cold.

They can't stay separate even during the short elevator ride. -You know, oil and water don't mix... Unless someone forces them, with a good shake.- it is one of the few sensible things he can say to her.

-And in our case, who did it? Phil, Lisa or Matt?- he shrugs.

-I am not particularly interested in finding out... I'm just glad someone did it.-

And there I felt strange you know why, I was thinking of you, I was thinking that... we should never have broken...

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[iximaz]

Running thoughts on The Mandalorian Episode 8

This episode summed up in one word: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???!!!

I’m only gonna say it once: MASSIVE spoilers beyond the break!

THEY PUT BABY YODA IN THE BAG ASDFGHJKL; YOU MONSTERS aw cute point of view shot from inside the bag but also HOW DARE YOU

DID YOU JUST SERIOUSLY HIT MY BABY 

did you seriously do it TWICE

Okay these two troopers have big Taika energy and as much as I already hate them I’m laughing my ass off

These two trying some target practice to pass the time can’t shoot for shit and I’m living for it

That other trooper be like

Okay it’s not just me who heard that trooper say “Oh my god”, right??

You go Baby Yoda, you bite that mean trooper WHO JUST FUCKING PUNCHED YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM I HOPE THEY DIE

oh my god IG you better show them what’s what

Breaking that fucker’s arm after he hit Baby Yoda yesssssss

IG is an icon and i love him

“The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers” oh that’s neat so that’s where it was

“If we can get down there, they can help us escape” uhhh Dyn how long has it been since they said they’d have to relocate buddy

Oh the troopers are getting out a big gun thing this is fine they’ll just miss with it anyway

...What the hell kind of sewer has access inside a bar lounge?

can we just get more footage of cara with her big gun being sexy and stuff please

SHE’S FROM ALDERAAN HOLY SHIT WHAT

HE KNOWS THEIR NAMES OH SHIT

!!!!! SPELLING CONFIRMED IT’S DIN DJARIN MY MAN I NEED TO GO EDIT MY FANFIC NOW BUT AAAAAAAA

“Night of a Thousand Tears” is this just me or does this just sorta feel like Kristallnacht like seriously yikes and also oof

Ughhhhh I hate Moff Gideon so good job writers on that I absolutely loathe your villain well done

“Mandalorian isn’t a race.” “It’s a Creed.” FUCKIN YES THANK YOU THIS IS SOMETHING FANS WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT

baby din is so precious and i wanna feed him cookies and tell him it’s gonna be okay send help please

ARE THOSE DEATH WATCH MANDOS OH MY GODDDDDDD

Baby Din being carried away via jetpack my heart

Oh man so the Purge would have happened semi-recently which means Din’s clan are a more orthodox version of the Way that’s neat aw shit Imma have to tweak my fic again aren’t I

Baby Yoda and IG-11 on the bike together are just stunning

“I am fulfilling my base function. ... To nurse and protect.” YOU GO NURSE DROID IG

Greef downing shots thinking he’s gonna die is honestly such a mood

hnggg yess more of Cara being sexy AF

MOFF JUST BLEW UP MY HUSBAND HOW DARE YOU

Cara yes RESCUE HIM PLEASE

“If you go near this child, I will have no choice but to kill you.” ME TOO

Oh shit oh shit that’s chunky blood

Not good not good not good

Din baby please you can’t die this is your show

oh god is he gonna need to take the helmet off

oh no he’d rather die than take it off

he wants cara to protect his baby send help

“the foundling” BABY YODA IS CONFIRMED HIS SON NOW AAA

BABY YODA REDIRECTING THE FIREBALL YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Din asking IG to kill him nooo ;-;

The episode’s only half over and I still haven’t seen some of the trailer shots how’re they getting out of this

oh

oh m

my god

“No living thing has s-seen me without m-my helmet since I s-swore the C-Creed—” Din stoppit stop stuttering and dying you’re breaking my heart

Oh no is this gonna make him stop hating droids so much is this a loophole is this not can he not be Mandalorian is he g

oh my g

Din baby look at what they’ve done to you

(internally: oh my god he’s hot this is not fair imma die send help my ovaries am become explode)

HE’S SO EXPRESSIVE WITHOUT THE HELMET

his reaction to IG’s attempt to make a joke like my god aaaaaaa

I’m just gonna go cry seeing all the helmets and armor piled up here if we’re gonna continue the Jews parallel this is like all the shoes you see at Holocaust museums and I bet this was 100% intentional

Din just slowly falling to his knees seeing it :(

Oh thank fuck the Armorer is actually alive and the preview scene wasn’t from a flashback!

She knows about the Jedi~~~

Din: “So you mean this thing is my baby now?” Armorer: “Bitch haven’t you been watching the entire show”

For real this brings my heart so much fucking joy I can’t even

“You are a clan of two.” ASDFGHJKL; AAAA

HE GOT THE MUDHORN AS HIS SIGNET AFTER ALL

“Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” JETPACK?

“When I was a boy, yes.”

JETPACK!!!!!!

BABY DIN LEARNING HOW TO USE A JETPACK ART NOW PLEASE AAA

Also okay so like he says nobody’s said his name since he was a kid but apparently the entire clan knows it? What? Did I miss something? Guys?

Maybe he’s never heard the name from people outside the clan? Fuck it, that’s what Imma go with

Oh my god the Armorer beating the absolute hell out of those Stormtroopers I am so gay for her right now aaaaa

Cara watching Greef and Din trying to move the boat and then she just shoots the dock it’s on XD

aww the little R2 unit’s got little arms WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING IT’S GOT LEGS TOO??

Din: “I don’t suppose anybody here speaks droid?” IG-11: “bish u wot m8″

God the convection from this lava river’s gotta be brutal

omg fire ferrets good bois good bbs

...Literally everything about IG’s death and Din starting to overcome his hatred of droids just in time to watch his savior self-destruct to save them all hurts so hard, jesus christ

oh shit it’s the Moff in a TIE

“Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing!” Greef you absolute icon i love u

Baby Yoda just fuckin waving back at him and cooing im ded

oh shit it’s motherfuckin JETPACK TIME

wait how’s he wearing it over the cape won’t the cape burn up

Nvm he’s got the cape slung over one shoulder now

HE FLYIN HE FLYIN HE FLYIN

aAaAaAaAaAaAaA THAT CAN’T BE GOOD FOR HIS ARMS

hahaha Moff get fuckin REKT (no way he’s dead though people climb out of worse crashes than that all the time)

Okay Din using the jetpack is way sexier than it should be can he just take me now please i thirst

Cara becoming Greef’s enforcer is just perfect and I hope we see more of these two in the next season also sweet Din is gonna find his life a lot easier now that he’s not running from the Guild

BABY YODA WANTS TO BE PICKED UP BY HIS DADDY MY HEART AAAA IT’S JUST LIKE WHEN DIN WAS SAVED AS A KID

He made Kuiil a grave im not crying ur crying

is he gonna name the baby Kuill

Baby Yoda has the pendant he gave Cara!!

HE GETS TO KEEP THE PENDANT DIN HAS ACCEPTED HE’S GOT A SON AAA

And now we pan back to the wreck where Moff is climbing out of it

or not

fuckin Jawas, man

Now Moff?

wait

oh

my

g

w

o

OH

MY GOD

IT’S

IT’S THE DARKSABER!!!!!!!!

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #dyn jarren #mandalorian spoilers #baby yoda #star wars

[millennialdemon]

Finally managed to finish off Caligula... good grief. 

There is a lot of bad to be said about this series, but I’ll start with my main gripe, above all of the others. In Caligula -- an anime about troubled characters having to work through their trauma to gain the power to escape an artificial world built to coddle them -- all of our troubled characters:

Have problems that aren’t compelling, don’t make sense, or are plainly offensive(ly written). As such, the resolutions to their problems aren’t compelling, don’t make sense, or are plainly offensive. OR,

Have genuinely severe and realistic problems, and do not recover from or work through their problems on screen at all. OR

Are Ritsu, the only character whose arc was alright, on the basis it had a beginning and a conclusion that we watch unfold. (The only thing remarkable about it to me though was that Ritsu based his Ideal Self on a completely different person. That was a neat twist.)

Mifue and Kotono got it the worst, by far. Mifue’s hatred of fat people is ridiculous and offensive regardless of reasoning -- and the reveal that her eating disorder developed just because she was embarrassed of her overweight mother who literally did nothing wrong beyond Existing In Public Apparently is far more malicious than it is tragic. Kotono’s narrative is one of the most misogynistic story lines I’ve had the displeasure of watching in a while and I much rather would have watched literally anyone else’s development over hers, and yet we spent an episode and then some on it. A woman is cured of her Evil Misandry and becomes a good mother who doesn’t abuse her small son because of her reverse-sexism disease! What can I even say? “This woman literally abuses children because she hates men, and then she learns men are good in a “who’s the sexier woman?” competition, and becomes a Good and Desirable Woman Good Mother.” PLEASE fucking say sike...

Kagura is just lonely. She overcomes her loneliness by making a friend. Very compelling. Shougo suffers from guilt over not committing suicide with his friend, calling himself a murderer. Naruko tells him he’s not a murderer, because that’s not what that word means, and she’s completely right. Shougo talks to an antagonist who hates him for not dying with their mutual dead friend, and just comes to the decision that he should move on with his life. Okay?

Naruko is never portrayed as having problems really, never mind being addicted to the internet. And in the end we see her decide on her own that she just doesn’t need to blog so much, as if that means anything to us when we never see her suffer for her apparent addiction.

And Izuru calmly telling Kotaro (who is 14 years old) to literally just let time pass and grow up in response to him having a crisis about being too small and weak to be a rescue worker was probably the only good, memorable moment through the whole thing. Have you tried going through the rest of puberty?

Legendary. 

Izuru himself has one of the most severe and relatable issues of any of the characters: he self-harms to be in control of something in his life, because he lives with a mother who controls every aspect of his life otherwise, to the extent that he wants to return to the real world so that he can continue self-harming because he heals too fast in Mobius! Which is a really genuinely awful and troubling line of thought, and yet, there’s no follow up or attempt on screen to challenge his way of thinking. We see him just... ask his controlling mother to back off once he gets back. PLEASE SAY SIKE...?

I like to believe I have more of a tolerance for “emotional” characters than most ~otaku~, and I don’t complain about characters going through a crisis or being difficult or illogical “whiny and annoying”. I don’t think the characters in Caligula are stupid and irrational for suffering from problems that can be solved with some common sense, because trauma doesn’t always make sense. I #get it. And I admittedly love the idea of characters working through their trauma and facing reality through a simulation where they are representations of themselves, and how many opportunities for really interesting and meaningful imagery that offers, etc etc etc...

But these characters are nevertheless awfully written and/or poorly presented, and it is very noticeable because trauma and mental illness are at the core of what Caligula is about. So when it doesn’t handle those topics well, and it doesn’t develop the characters suffering from these things, the entire show suffers immensely -- lackluster art and animation, unmotivated direction, and terrible pacing are just nails in the coffin. 

4/10 for having a concept with potential, and completely squandering it.

#:Caligula #the caligula effect #caligula effect #Izuru Are You Okay.