#the premise of this paper is that we have to write abt a story in our family that we’ve always wanted to know more abt and come up w a broad

[eijirousbestie]

YOUR ART MAJOR STORY WAS FIRE!! IM AN ART MAJOR AND WE HAD TO DO DETAILED PORTRAITS THIS MORNING AS AN ACTIVITY OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS YOUR STORY 😭😭😭😭 anyway i had the vision of Y/N doing a portrait of bakugou for her class ❤️❤️❤️❤️

AHH THANK YOU SM hearing someone thought abt my story in their day to day life is actually insane so thank you for reading!! Love to see a fellow art major around here🤝🏽I hope this story is to your liking i tried my best😭<33

“Can I draw you?”

this is kinda long (I got too into it lol)

pulling at the heartstrings a bit here

he’s a willing participant???

unorganized dishes

golden hour

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Being an art student had its perks. For one thing you didn’t have “real” homework like other classes and you could spend majority of your time creating something new. In other cases, being an art student was dreadful, and today proved that to be true.

Walking into class and setting your bag down, you sit at your easel and scroll on your phone as your professor waits for other students to trickle in before he takes attendance. The sound of a chair scooting can be heard as your professor makes his presence known and calls role. He finishes and places his clipboard down, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.

“Good morning guys! First things first, I just wanted to say you all did a great job at critique this past Tuesday. I was very impressed with the outcome of all your pieces. Now for those of you who have checked the class schedule, you’ll know we have our Portrait 1 assignment due at the end of next week. I’ll give further instructions and we’ll go ahead and get started on those today.” He grabs a stack of papers, assuming to be said detailed instructions for your next assignment. As soon as he hands you a copy, you skim through the premise of what you’re going to be doing.

Portrait 1 Assignment

1. Pick a subject you will be referencing to for your portrait. (No you cannot use a reference online. It has to be someone you can poke).

2. Arrange a time outside of class to meet with your subject to begin your sketch.

3. Pick a feature of your subject to enhance in your final drawing. You can add color, darken line weight or distort the feature you chose, but the rest of the portrait should be in the style of a sketch.

This drawing should be done on an 18x24 sheet of paper from your sketchbook and no smaller.

You internally cringe at the thought of having to snatch someone from campus to sit with you for hours just so you can draw them. You instantly begin to think of people you know who you can draw. You take your phone out and begin typing up a message to a friend of yours, asking when they’re free. Much to your dismay, they inform you that they have work directly after class all this week and won’t be able to help. You understand, but now you’ve got yourself stuck and you absolutely refuse to ask a stranger. For the remainder of the period, all you can do is mindlessly write a list of names and the pros and cons of their potential availability.

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Sitting in the living room after getting back to the dorms, you rest after having no success trying to recruit anyone to be your reference. The dorms are practically empty as everyone is out doing something. Working, training, shopping. Everything you don’t do. Essentially losing hope for the day, you resort to lounging on the couch. Cozy pajamas nearly lulling you to sleep. However before you can slip into the best nap of your life, clanging from the kitchen startles you awake. Whispered curses soon follow, ultimately giving away who caused the noise. Getting up from your oh so comfy spot, you make your way to the kitchen to investigate. Peeking a head in the doorway, you see a rather frazzled Bakugou picking up pots and pans that had fallen to the floor.

Looking at his bent form, you speak up. “You aight?” He picks up the last pot and places it on the counter before responding, fully facing you.

“I’m good. My bad if I woke you.” You give a shrug and lean your hip on the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

“Nah you’re fine. Wasn’t fully knocked out anyway. What were you doing in here?”

“Reorganizing. For whatever reason, idiots around here can’t understand that stacking dishes causes shit to fall. Just proved my point too.” His eyes fall on the various pans on the counter he was in the process of arranging. You give a chuckle and move to help put them away.

“Say it louder for the people in the back.”

“Yeah well apparently they ‘don’t respond well to yelling.’ Whatever the fuck that means.” He nags as you both place each dish in their respective places.

“Gotta give em a glare or side eye to get the message across,” you joke.

“Shit only goes so far. But if looks could kill everybody here would be on their deathbed.”

“Jesus man, gruesome much?” You let out a heartier chuckle, actually entertained by his empty threats.

“S’called being self-aware.” He leans against the now empty counter and folds his arms across his chest. A silly thought crosses your mind. A glimpse of hope even. You decide to pursue it.

“Speaking of looks,” you start off tentatively, “I could really use yours if you’ll let me.”

He gives you a half-curious look, left eyebrow slightly raised as he side eyes you. “The hell’s that mean?”

You’re not sure whether it’s the desperation talking or the fact that you’re half asleep, but you immediately hit him with your dilemma.

“Well… can I draw you?” It seems like minutes that go by before he responds with a sharp click of his tongue.

“Lay off the drugs huh? Shit’s got you talkin outta your ass.”

“Bakugou please! I need a reference for an assignment and I’d really appreciate if you’d let me draw you. It won’t take long I swear I’m fast!” Your hands are clasped together as you ask for his cooperation.

“The hell’d you wanna draw me for? Plenty other people you could ask.”

You don’t have it in your heart to mention nobody else was available to help you. It’d be like blatantly telling him he was the last option and you don’t want to potentially upset him by saying that. It’s not necessarily true either, you just didn’t think he would be up for it in the first place so you didn’t want to bother him. He was your saving grace really, never the last option.

“Well you’ve got great eyes. And perfect eyebrows too. So it’s kinda hard not to want to draw you. But seriously, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my very best to capture the best parts of you. Please?” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his hands clutch the counter in a death grip. He’s quiet for a moment. Two moments. Then he shakes his head in disbelief and his eyes sweep to look at anything else but you.

“Fine. Just don’t make me look like shit got me?” A light look of embarrassment covers his face. It’s endearing.

“I promise.” You smile a wide grin, relief relaxing your shoulders. “You mind if we get started tonight? I’m kinda behind as it is.”

He gives a nod and a hum in response. You tell him to stay put as you grab your sketchbook. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the slow sunset. It’s golden hour and the living room is filled with warm oranges and yellows as the sun is close to calling it a day. You come back, supplies in hand and before you can put your things down, you catch Bakugou as he gazes out of the window, the setting sun casting onto his face. With his hand propped under his chin, he looks ethereal. His red eyes now a vermilion as the rays reflect on them. It highlights his jawline, casting shadows that make the edges prominent. His hair aglow in the light, tufts of blonde now appearing marigold. You don’t realize how silly you must look staring at him until his eyes flicker to your frozen form. His gravelly voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Got your stuff?” He doesn’t move from his spot as he asks. You gather your bearings and nod.

“Yeah uh I got everything I need. We can start now if you’re ready?” You walk over to the couch where he sits, setting up your easel right in front of him.

“Mmh go ahead. Is there a certain way you wanna do this or?”

“No no what you’re doing now is fine. It’s actually better if you’re comfortable. We might be here a while, but let me know when you need a break.” He gives a nod of approval and you’re off, hands sketching and eyes darting back and forth between easel and subject. Soft scratching noises from graphite on paper filled the silence. By this point you were detailing the features of his hand holding up his face. Neat nail beds and cleanly trimmed. Bruised and scarred knuckles from countless hours of training. A strong neck that connected to an even stronger jaw, probably chiseled by the gods themselves.

You’d be lying to yourself if you thought drawing him would be a chore. It was actually enjoyable. There was no need for trivial conversation. Just you sitting there, drawing him as he let you. Him trusting you to capture his very being with only a pencil. It was a beautiful experience and you couldn’t be more grateful that you both were a part of it.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha drabbles #katsuki bakugo imagine

[sparklingpax]

"Would this make you feel better?" and of course Masterforce for the ask game if you'd like 😄

From this prompt list; yes, requests are still open :3

HII!! I hope this works :D

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Quick A/n:

-SORRY theres probably typos/mistakes here and there, this was 100% written on my phone; I finally had a good idea for this after two different tries at a story and then being busy with this sudden art project I've taken upon myself to complete hehe (ok unrelated but worth mentioning maybe?? idk--) anyway so. then I tagged along a trip to the park and had like an hour so...here it is ^^''

-set in canon! (insert my usual disclaimer abt what I mean by that ig)

-also, if anyone reading hasn't watched masterforce/did but might have forgotten, it's eluded to the fact that Cab can understand animals in the actual series! Even in a character song!! So...I slipped that in here briefly...just an fyi. I'm not making it up 👍💫

-Writing Hawk being like a kind parental figure is my favorite thing. Dad Hawk Supremacy™ (actually canon)

-Im gonna just put a slight tw for mentions of animal death. Nothing horrible, but it's part of the premise here so...yeah.

-uhhhhhhh.....thats all! Enjoy, I hope...

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It was all a blur, honestly. 

And when Cab had finally returned to the cavern again…it was too late. 

A shrill wail of horror went up into the air. 

…

"Now, that won't account for irregularities with the alloy when put in contact with the new engine itself." 

"It hasn't been tested to that level of heat yet?" 

"Not quite. So to that, I'd actually like to suggest placing—" 

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, causing Hawk, Ranger, and Diver all to snap upright. Startled, they hesitated to carry on, exchanging looks instead. 

The silence hung for a moment longer before there was another loud noise.

This time, worry had immediately seemed to light Hawk's gaze, and he swiveled sharply in the direction of the door. Something tugged at him to leave the room and see what was up.

Perhaps he couldn't call it "parental" instinct, but it was somewhere in that ballpark.

It had struck him, suddenly, that he hadn't seen Cab at all today.

Though perhaps...this time-sensitive discussion should be concluded properly first...?

But the cloud of worry had already formed, beginning to rain immediately. Hawk was now unable to refocus on the discussion at hand, or the idea of it up again.

Was he maybe...jumping to conclusions?

As if to ask their permission, Hawk glanced at the other two, at the papers, then the door again.

Picking up on this, Diver and Ranger looked to one another and gave a short nod of agreement.

"We can pick this up later," Diver prompted as he reached over and started to fold the blueprints back up. Ranger rounded the table, tapping a stiffened Hawk on the shoulder gently. 

"This isn't so urgent," he agreed quietly. "Let's go see what's up."  

Hawk nodded firmly, gratefully, and took that as a cue to leave the room. He tried to walk out quickly, but found himself almost jogging instead. He figured the others would simply follow, so he didn't think to wait.

Emerging to the hall, he was met with the sight of Shuta's head peeking out from one of the rec rooms. He seemed to be debating stepping out or remaining in place, lip pursed in thought. Catching sight of Hawk and the others, however, seemed to shift his mind to decision, and he scampered up to the three.

"You heard it too?" He asked, blinking up at Hawk as they headed down the corridor. In response, Hawk gave a sharp nod.

They rounded the bend, seeing up ahead a shaft of yellowish light spilling from the crack in the door to the kitchen. Since it was usually the case that doors remained closed when rooms were in use, Hawk deduced that must be where the noise had originated from. 

So far, there hadn't been any other noises, except—

Drawing nearer to the door, Hawk held out an arm and motioned the others to stay back. He leaned forward a bit, listening intently.

At first it was hard to make out, but the sound registered immediately after a couple seconds. 

It was a small, wavering voice….

….crying?

Hawk felt a twinge in his stomach at the realization. 

He immediately darted forward and to the threshold of the open door. 

And immediately, felt his heart drop to his feet. 

Before him was Cab, knelt on the floor, body wracked with each wordless sob that escaped him. His head was bowed, curled over something he was holding. He seemed unaware of Hawk as stood there, or of the others as they slowly shuffled in, gathering behind him. 

Hawk took another step forward, peering closer to see what Cab was holding. He felt himself stiffen upon realizing.

Oh, Cab...

There was a small puppy in his arms, lying haggard....and limp.

Hawk eyes shut for a moment, turning his head downward. He knew without even having to ask or check...its little soul was no more. 

No one dared utter a word.

A weighted air hung about the room, as the depressing sight took away whatever any of them could have mustered to say for the moment. 

Hawk then listed his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the others, giving a sharp shake of his head. They seemed to get the message. 

"I'll...get the simulation prep started, Hawk," Diver murmured quietly, ducking out of the room.

Meanwhile, Ranger had put a gentle hand on Shuta's shoulder.

"Hey, why don't we go finish that program you were trying to show me the other day…"  

He ushered the boy in the other direction with a forced, light chuckle. Shuta didn't say a word back, eyes cast to the ground as he went along and out of the room.

Hawk watched them go for a moment, then turned back to Cab, his heart wrenching the more he regarded the sight. Weighing whether it would be more helpful to ask about what happened or simply remain as a presence, he drew closer until he stood right over Cab. 

I could never presume to understand how much this hurts for him...

Finally opting for the latter, he knelt carefully and slowly, until they were eye-level, and then said nothing for a couple beats. 

Hawk shifted his gaze to regard the animal, its fur matted slightly and its frame thin. Something didn't look right with its body, its bone structure…Hawk looked away again. It hurt too much. 

It was their mission on this Earth to protect those who could not defend themselves. 

To respect and preserve all life. 

To save it. 

And yet…we must still witness death. 

Then, finally, Cab slowly began to raise his head, revealing a tear-streaked face, and an expression of such raw anguish that it made Hawk's breath catch in his throat. There was a look in the boy's eyes that he'd not yet seen. 

For a moment, he almost panicked, not knowing what he should say or do...

Calm down. You just need to be someone there for him.

Hawk stared back at Cab, his own eyes shining with grief. Having known the animal or not, Hawk did regret its passing. 

Wait for Cab to tell you what he needs, if he needs anything. 

And finally, he did. 

"I-I…um…" he reached up to rub at his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears. He took in another shuddering breath before turning his gaze back to Hawk. 

"...I f-found her on the w-way back from, uhm…t-the...store…." 

Every word wavered with the emotion he seemed to be fighting to hold back. It was like mere sticks holding back a flood. 

Hawk simply nodded slowly, patiently. He gave such a calm and gentle expression, Cab felt his breathing begin to even out. 

It was alright, the boy remembered.

In this place, it would be alright. 

He took another breath and continued. 

"S-she was probably a stray, cause...she was just there...starving on that sidewalk, w-walking under people's feet, so…I took her to a…s-safer place..." 

Cab squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head again. His shoulders began to shake with the beginnings of another wave of sobs.

"I should've never left her alone!" He exclaimed, voicing rising. "I-I was just…trying to get her something to eat, cause...cause I didn't have anything w-with me…" 

Hawk reached out, gently placing a hand on Cab's shoulder.

"It's my fault she's gone," he whispered, brokenly. The choked noise he made, in an effort to hold back his cries, hurt to hear. But Hawk knew it was necessary for Cab to take his time, let it out as he needed, uninterrupted.

"I-I heard her saying she was hungry so I left...I never shoulda left…" he repeated himself, seeming to clutch the animal closer. 

It was with a heavy heart that Hawk realized the first thing to help Cab would be...distancing him from the animal. But for the moment, he simply continued to pat Cab's shoulder, a calming and rhythmic motion that...seemed to be helping.

And finally, Hawk decided to speak. 

"Cab," he murmured gently. "You didn't do anything wrong." 

"But—"  

"..."

"Cab," his tone was still as gentle, yet with more firmness. The boy quieted, as if focusing on Hawk's words before he could start to panic again.

"I know you might...feel that you were too slow in getting this animal what it needed."

"I'm...so sorry, Cab. I'm so sorry you went through this….it hurts and you feel at fault…but don't forget that you were trying to help. That's the most important part of all this." 

He spoke softly and evenly, holding Cab's gaze. 

"All those people in the street, who didn't even think to get someone who could help, that was their choice. You are not at fault for the omission of others." 

One should not be made to feel guilty over what's beyond their control. 

Cab shifted a bit, his breathing having evened out. He seemed in consideration of those words, as if the thought had never once crossed his mind.

Considering the present state of the animal, Hawk surmised it had been beyond saving when Cab had found it. He only hoped he could get Cab to understand...he shouldn't hold himself personally responsible for the unfortunate inevitable.

But Hawk didn't exactly…know how to say that without it sounding insensitive in one capacity or another. Or at least, he was sure of that much.

Hawk considered saying more, but abandoned the thought as quickly as he'd had it. He ultimately figured that, for the moment, letting the words sink in was a better idea. 

And that was the last thing Cab needed at this moment. 

What he needed, was quiet. Gentleness. Patience.

So they sat with the silence for a little bit, listening to distant sounds from outside the room, and out the window. 

Hawk found his gaze drifting to the objects that had fallen to the floor, accounting for the crash earlier. Judging by their positions, it was likely the result of Cab having stumbled into the room without looking. 

Honestly, how could he with what he was preoccupied with? Hawk nodded to himself. Of course, he'd get to cleaning it up later. 

As for—

"Uhm…Hawk?" 

Hawk jolted a little at his name. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he realized. He centered his gaze back on Cab.

"Yes?" 

"Can…we…bury her?" 

With something of a sad smile, Hawk felt his heart wrench. It was a sight so bittersweet that Hawk felt tears well up in his own eyes. 

"Would...this make you feel better, Cab?" 

He nodded firmly. He reached up and rubbed at his tears again, now probably dried a bit. He then looked back up.

The smile he gave Hawk was as sad as his own.

"Then...let's do it."

"I think..it'd make her feel better, too."

Hawk gave the boy's shoulder another pat before they both stood up. 

Cab smiled, his eyes shimmering with something complex. Somewhere in there, though, they shone with peace.

A single tear slid down his cheek, as he looked at the puppy again, then back at Hawk.

And Cab nodded. 

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[pepprs]

ok. i have written 3.5 pages out of 10 minimum but have done no research. i need to change the entire angle of my paper i think so ummmmm not to ask this but can you guys help me brainstorm a new topic 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#the premise of this paper is that we have to write abt a story in our family that we’ve always wanted to know more abt and come up w a broad #thesis on like the general topic using our family story as an example. i wanted to do stuff w my moms side of the family but my dads side of #the family are like genealogy nuts and also my great grandma and my grandpa both wrote autobiographies so i have a lot to work w there. basi #cally the thing i picked to like examine more is why my grandpa grew up w/o his dad in his life and it’s bc his dad cheated on his mom (my g #great grandparents) 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 during the Great Depression bc he had to take a job in another state and he lived there during the work week #and then came home to his family on weekends but he was cheating on her lol. not a very fun topic at all and i regret every single decision #ive ever made but ermmmmmm. so the broad historical thing i was gonna examine was how different families had different experiences of the gt #Great Depression based on things like divorce and stff but also race gender class location etc… but that is super broad but also ive done a #lot of very broad research for this paper and it sucks to throw it away but i don’t think i can write something so broad i think it has to b #be narrower. so I’m thinking of looking at like how single parent families navigated the depression but then like what are the factors im #looking at and what’s the context yk… bc you could do an entire paper abt race or class or ability or like city vs suburbs or whatever but #idk which to pick or if that should even be my approach. but i need to know so i can hit the ground running at 10:30 and write 6.5 more #research heavy pages at 10:30 (13.5 hrs left before the deadline) and make myself fucking explode #purrs

[pilotheather]

hey i never really watched or followed the chibnall era what was wrong with his writing that made people happy he’s gone

i think this will get you different opinions based on who you ask.

a LOT of people were extremely unhappy with the s12 timeless child plot twist. which, if you don't know: basically he redestroyed gallifrey, and revealed the doctor is not a timelord at all, but was instead the progenitor OF the timelords (a child that kept regenerating, even when they died) and that she was tortured on as a child, being repeatedly killed to realise the secret behind her regenerative abilities, to create the timelord race and then had her mind wiped.

which, im not a fan of. some ppl are? but mostly it panned: lots of ppl are unhappy, bc theyre saying it's "ruining the lore"; personally i dont mind since dw is fast and loose with its canon - and im moreso unhappy about centreing the doctor as, like, the big important chosen one in the universe (like blech) bc its just such a stale narrative decision.

but even before that there was a lot of criticism of chibnalls writing. and again: ur gonna get different opinions on who you ask. there's, uh, for example... a LOT of ppl (off tumblr, mostly) who tout it as sjw bullshit (yawn) bc of jodie and the diverse tardis team. that's bs outrage over nowt, ofc. but like- other than that its just... the writing. yeah, some ppl like it but ik a lot are unahppy with it for different reasons.

and to, like, summarise my own thoughts on chibbers writing: there's LOTS of little things that sort of build up for me. but at the crux of it? personally i dont think the man can write sci-fi - like, at all. thats my own personal main gripe with him. i hear he's good at straightforward drama: whilst ive never seen broadchurch myself, a lot of ppl whose opinions i trust liked it well enough; and furthermore, when it came to torchwood, he did have one or two eps in there that i liked in premise. however, when it comes to sci-fi, i respectfully think he just flounders. like he just cant integrate those other skills he has into a scifi story. the tardis was super overcrowded in s11&s12 (and that brought its own issues) but even still it was sort of... laughable, how much development the companions got. a lot of the time they'd sit there like pints of milk and just?? not really do anything? it got a little better in s12- but its like... he doesnt know how to handle a sci-fi storyline, whilst also exploring the characters in tandem and its like theyre just theyre as objects to move things along. its really fuckin weird.

like, in the most recent episode (last years NY's special, Revolution of the Daleks) the pacing was so strange. there's this whole section in the middle of all the action, where they just STOP and talk inside of the tardis. and don't get me wrong - i dont mind a heart to heart! but a lot of the companions are, like, purely telling and not showing their personality msot of the time - and thats it! its so... stale. they just stand around, state something about themselves and then just do nothing half the time? bc he just doesn't know how to use them in the stories. unlike in rtd or moffat era, where you'd have the companions jumping in and actually interacting with stuff- you'd know its just... like theyre being swept away by the plot. and you could frankly cut them out of almost all of the episodes, replace them with a sonic screwdriver or some other technobabble and it just wouldnt make any damn difference to the vibe of the ep, which is a shame bc they had PROMISE as ideas but they just don't pull their weight.

and i think that's just... super unfortunate. bc a lot of the pull with nuwho especially IS the companions and their personalities and when theyre just flat cardboard cutouts its got no energy. not to mention, like, the companions really facilitate a lot of the plots themselves- not the other way round! having companions ask questions, explore, and make decisions and react to stuff... that's IMPORTANT to really realising a lot of it. there's been a lot of times in eps where i was watching it and i just WANTED desperately for one of them to do something, to ask the doctor about it but like... she kind of just stands around and talks to herself? then there's a canned comment abt how theyre the #fam? its like. ok.

and then its like- maybe if they were being pushed to the side, and the show was servicing plot over characters that would be ONE thing but its also like i get a LOT of insecurity in general from chris when it comes to sci-fi writing, too. which ok, dude. but its like- he'll introduce a concept, but never fully explore it; he'll just drop it, and introduce something else; and then drop that and move on. and its like... we dont get any actual playing with whats going on? its like-

its just all... ultimately very superficial. like ai generated doctor who. i dont want to say it hasnt got heart, but sometimes it really feels like it you know? and a lot of it is just.. flat. because you can bring in lots of cool stuff (visuals, bring back jack, build a found family type, give us a fun quirky doctor) but if you just don't actually put work into making it all happen then its just going to be like, pretty wrapping paper on an empty box, yeah? and so its like- its like theres PIECES in a lot of s11 and s12 that are right, and they're fine, and they could make for good stories but he just doesn't know how to use them. like, at all.

and there's honestly like. a lot of other... smaller things that i could mention. i feel like theres just like... lots of little issues wrong with it all, but theyre all so fundamental and they all just build up and its just- it just culminates in bad writing, man. not moffat type of bad. but just... nothing interesting at best; frustrating at worst.

ofc theres ppl who will disagree with me and like it and thats fine. and theres also ppl who will have other things they dont like abt it that they can bring up. i would advise lookin thru ppl talking abt it on here more, omg. get a nice lil crossection of all the little messes ppl babble on abt.

#egg yells back

[mulderscully]

how are you so sure she is gonna end up with lucifer and not marcus. how are you so sure she will picked him. i'm scared.

oh, god. because lucifer and chloe’s love story is the heart of the show, it’s the central premise. this is their story. lucifer is title character, you think some other walmart brand version of him is going to get his happy ending? hell no. 

lucifer still has to realize shit, he has to squirm and learn that he can’t keep doing what he did in season two. even before marcus was announced i had the sense that chloe would have another love interest rather soon simply because when lucifer sees her with someone else, it’s gonna have to wake him up. he’s gonna have to see that she has free will and can be with whoever the fuck she wants to be with.

if you think about it from a writing pov, marcus being all the good abt lucifer but none of the bad just makes it painfully clear that it’s just to move lucifer and chloe’s love story forward. like i think some ppl get caught up in the idea that chloe is going to fall in love w/ someone else but not everyone you date or even grow to love holds a match to the person you’re really in love with. and for chloe, that is lucifer. she IS in love with him. but she has dealt with so much of his crap last season and ofc WE KNOW that all of that was from a good place, but she doesn’t. when she does, that will change things. it’s realistic that she’d try to move on, esp since lucifer made it to painfully clear that he “just wanted to be friends.” 

like………. try to think of how she’s feeling, how she’s thinking. think outside of lucifer’s feelings for a second.

to me it’s so obvious to me that marcus being similar to lucifer in the ways she likes will lead to her liking him - but it not being enough, because he just isn’t lucifer. she loves lucifer for the good and the bad. they bring out the best in each other. did u see those deleted scenes? that’s what makes them meant for each other. because he makes her fun, he makes her feel vulnerable and she LIKES THAT. that’s what this trope is all about. two halves of a whole. chloe doesn’t need safe and lawful bc she has plenty of that on her own. 

i think chloe dating someone else who is seemingly perfect on paper and then just being like "i’ve seen the other side, and i still want lucifer” is going to be the best thing for him and his faith in her feelings and their relationship when it undoubtedly comes to that, because lucifer will accept no less than her choosing him 100% of her own prerogative. it will happen and it will be good for them, because it has to be good for them because this is relationship that is being GROWN and being moved forward - not backward. but sometimes moving forward means dealing with hard things and hard truths and that is what this season will be.

i proooooooooooooomisssseeee you that chloe will chose lucifer over marcus because that is clearly the story that is being told. it’s just matter of how and when. that’s all it is. they’re going to be together. there is no doubt about this.

#lucifer / #i'm rly done talking abt this for the next month now #anonymous