#whew thought we were being baited for a moment

[festrsalt]

she asked her out without asking her out 

#grom #grom fright #toh #amity blight #luz noceda #luz x amity #amity x luz #lumity #lmao confirmed #its basically official #eda the owl lady #luz toh #amity toh #whew thought we were being baited for a moment #happy grom #eda the owl house #the owl house

[nightswithkookmin]

I think gay or not, he still will blurr out the face of the people in his photos for their own protection and for privacy so it's not telling of much to be honest.

The queerbaiting bit is too strong like you said. Queer baiting is a promise to a gay audience that they are being represented, included and at the very least celebrated.

I don't think he's doing any of that here. But he can be a bit of a troll and some times he participates in the clownry too. It's just like JK pulling Jimin's pants down in Soop when JM said he should save his energy to work later or when he asked Jimin if he wanted to eat some ramen at 1am knowing well the subtext behind it. Does he not know rumor has it he screwing Jimin? Pretty sure he do.

I mean one time he tried to unbutton his shirt on stage while staring Jimin in the eyes- won't lie it haunts me to this day.

Can't take bangtan literal sometimes. They will troll and clown you heavy.

Besides, men have male friends too. Clearly he enjoys the male company he keeps and whether that's his friend or interpreter or both or other we never know.

I get the humor and i participate in it but I'm surprised people are taking it seriously that's all.

Dude freaked out when Tae talked about bts having kids and he freaks out around certain members who are rumored to be dating. But somehow we think if he had a boyfriend he'd post them and blurr their faces to the cheers of the members he seperates. scolds. and censors. Army let's not be weird and just enjoy this for the humor that it brings.

For Jungkook, really all that his actions shows me is something I've already been saying about him consistently for years now that he is not afraid to express his affections for Jimin or anyone really.

You are talking of an ig photo but forget a whole Rosebowl happened.

You say he didn't post for JM on his birthday but did he post for RM or Tae too??? No. Hell he didn't post for any of them for a whole year going on to two but clearly he had been saving pictures of them in his camera roll all along.

And I get that because this is his personal IG and not one hybe is controlling that whatever he posts are things and moments that carry meaning to him but really all he's been doing is posting and deleting and trying to figure the app out.

And this is the most active he's been in a very long time. That's what I find most intriguing.

If he has a picture of Tae, he most certainly has a picture of Jimin in his camera roll too. And please, Tae had 4D photos of Jimin in his camera roll and didn't post them on JMs birthday😫

Didn't even post at all now did he.

I'm still salty about that. No one asked him to go get creative with it. No one😫

I hate these discussions because I feel on one hand, I'm being pushed to compare and contrast and invalidate others' relationship when that isn't and shouldn't be the case.

I'm a bit of the observant type and like to observe, understand a situation before reacting to it. I'm just taking all this in as data either enjoying it or simply pushing it into the archive for review later

I get that it can be hard to see your ship captain pilot another ship but that's between Jungkook and us his shippers isn't it?

When he's done feeding and frolicking around with other shippers he has us, his main 🐥chicks to answer to😤

Not jungkook seeing other shippers😭😭😔

Remind me to give him detention at the end of year shipper/shippee annual review dinner. Lol.

As his lesbian PA and ship clerk, I'll let him know jokers are furious and jealous and he needs to come do the gay for us too. Is Tuesday ok? Oh wait, Jinkookers booked him for Tuesday. How bout Thursday? Is Thursday alright? Whew. The ghetto. Lmho.

I think this is tame compared to the things those two can do and yall just tripping or too spoiled and entitled.

I didn't take them seriously when they said they were working on a song together. I thought it was a joke and Kook played along well. He's actually good at it even though half of the time i don't think he knows shit😫

But if there's a song coming it better be a bop about their shared love for french fries and troye sivan cos Friends is taken and Tae already has a soul mate🤺

I think us shippers need to seperate our personal ideosyncracies from the subject matter and know our boundaries.

Take accountability for your emotions.

If you are mad you are mad. If you are jealous you are jealous. To project and lashout against these boys for your emotions is wrong.

Say it with me, IT IS WRONG.

Been there done that it doesn't help nothing. And I think we could all learn to have a sense of humor about these things.

Please channel all your grievances through me. I'll forward it to kook. And maybe I'm slow and don't get it, do yall feel him posting someone else and not his boyfriend is an ass move?🤔

Or that it shakes the foundation of your belief in Jikook as a thing?? Because if that's the case then I think you need to find a new blogger cos I'm not the one for you😫

If the former is the case then I'm sure he didn't think too much of it but knowing Kook- this was a deliberate act🤷🏾‍♀️

Pretty sure there are a lot of photos he has of himself and other members and he chose to post this on his own free will.

Good for Tuktukkers🙄

But again, it doesn't invalidate Jikook so...

And if JM has a problem with this boy would he whoop someone's ass🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

He didn't post for JMs birthday, made portraits for others, didn't post him on his IG, posted another- my boy must be a masochist chilee. He really must love getting spanked and tied up cos WHY does he keep setting himself up. Lmho.

Funny thing is, he'd be out here posting lyrics about how hoes aint loyal and throwing tantrums if the roles where reversed

I just hope JM doesn't come out here posting nobody cos please we need to respect ourselves in these streets and live up to our reputation of petty mcPetty 😫😫

May be I'm projecting but I only fuck with those who fuck with me and I'm petty as fuck.

I feel it's too early to draw definitive conclusions so let's just watch how they use the app and space and trust that they are adults who know what they are doing and have free will to do what they want to do. You may not like the choices they make but you gotta respect it.

GOLDY

[theeslytherinslut]

A Shit Tutor (1/4)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader, 

Word Count: 1,903

Warnings: language, Draco’s an ass (surprise)

Request: “Can you write a fic where draco is asked by a professor to tutor a fellow student but he falls for her? Thank you and I absolutely LOVE your work!!”

A/N: This is just the first part of what will likely end up being a 3-4 part-er! Hope it’s intriguinggg :) Also this is clearly a sort of alternate universe in which there’s no war, no Slughorn, and Snape still teaches the N.E.W.T.s class 

Part 2

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With an exasperated sigh, you shoved the cauldron away from you, pulling your hand back as it spilled and destroyed the table beneath it. 

“Oh, come on!” you hissed, more colorful words longing to leave your mouth. 

“Y/L/N? I don’t recall instructing to burn through the table,” Snape sneered, coming to stop at your table as he swept through the room. Snickers could be heard from the other side of the room, and you seethed in your chair. 

A Slytherin who couldn’t make a simple decaying drought to save her life. 

A Slytherin who seemed to be in the wrong place in Potions. 

“It was an accident, sir,” you breathed, forcing yourself to bite your tongue. 

“I should hope so. This is your,” Snape paused and thought for a moment. “fourth try? Is it not?” 

“It is,” you said through clenched teeth. It seemed his House favoritism only extended to those who excelled in his class. 

“How you managed to scrape an O and squeeze into my N.E.W.T.S class I’ll never understand,” Snape shook his head, his voice drawling. 

“Me neither, Professor,” you said--really, it had been luck. The potions you had been tested on you just happened to be actually decent at, that, paired with intensive studying and an aptitude for testing, you’d scraped an O. 

“Malfoy!” Snape suddenly barked out, causing you to jump. 

“Sir?” he called from the other side of the room--the side from which the snickers sounded. 

“Come and help Ms. Y/L/N before she burns through this very floor,” Snape sneered before, thankfully, whisking away to another table. 

Draco then began packing his things into his bag, and seconds later, was sliding into the seat next to you, his smoldering pine-like scent filling the air, making your head spin. 

“Sweet Salazar, what the bloody hell did you do?” Draco laughed, peering into the cauldron. 

“Evidently not the right thing,” you grumped, struggling not to enjoy the light sound of his laughter as it was at your expense. 

“Clearly; I mean, I’ve seen mistakes, but that is just embarrassing,” he scoffed. Shocked at his blunt curtness, you were stunned silent.

“Scourgify,” he said, and with a wave of his wand, your cauldron was cleared of the bubbling goop you’d managed. 

“Y/N? Right?” he asked, pulling out his scale and setting it on the table. 

“That’s right, only been in the same house for 6 years,” you said scornfully. 

“There’s a lot of people in Slytherin, can’t expect me to know everyone's name,” Draco shrugged, looking unbothered. You just rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to speak with him any more than necessary.

“Here, split these vertically,” he said, pushing a pile of caterpillars at you. Pulling your onyx blade from your bag, you did as he asked. “If you can manage that without fucking it up.” 

“Oh, that’s nice,” you sneered at him, narrowly avoiding slicing open your finger as your hands shook with anger. “I did manage to get into this class, you know. I’m not completely helpless.” 

“I’ve no idea how. Longbottom could do better than that mess.” he sneered.

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” you hissed. 

“Whew, language, Y/L/N,” he grinned. Rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth, you resolved to silence for the rest of the class unless absolutely necessary. The next few minutes were quiet work, Draco pausing to give you instructions every few minutes, his long fingers working quickly. And before you knew it, it was over; the massive bell reverberating throughout the castle, signaling the next period. 

“Alright, that’ll be the bell. We’ll pick back up here tomorrow. Leave your cauldrons. I’ll deal with them,” Snape commanded. At his words, Draco began packing quickly, looking back at Zabini, who seemed to be mouthing something at him. 

“What?” Draco said quietly, leaning forward and looking intently at Blaise, evidently trying to read his lips.  

“See you tomorrow, then,” you said, turning to him. But Draco was already halfway across the room, having left without a second glance. Stung, but knowing you were ridiculous for expecting any less, you shook your head at yourself and quickly left the room, your emerald-lined robes billowing behind you in your haste. 

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Back in the dungeons the next day, your foot anxiously jumped up and down, dreading Draco’s comments about your ineptitude with this potion, and dreading Snape’s snide remarks. You watched him as he jostled Crabbe across the room, grinning about something. His pearly teeth gleamed against his pale skin, lit sparingly by the fire bubbling beneath the cauldron in front of him. 

“Wands away, Goyle,” Snape snapped, pulling your attention from Draco. The paper airplane Goyle had been supporting with his wand fell pathetically, and with a wave of his own, Snape set it ablaze and it disappeared in seconds. “Well, go on—no need to wait for instructions. I gave them at the end of last class. Get your cauldrons and get to work.” 

Draco rose from his spot next to Blaise and strutted his way over to your table, smirking as he did so. 

“Hello,” he said, almost politely. 

“Er, hi,” you said cautiously.

“Didn’t manage to develop some actual talent overnight, did you?” he sneered, pulling out his things. 

“Not really. Didn’t manage to develop some decency either, I see,” you tossed back--determined not to let him get at you again. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he wasn't the only one. 

“Ooh, touchy today, are we?” he grinned spitefully. 

“Just tell me what to do,” you spat, wanting to get the class over with. 

“How very submissive of you, I do like that in a girl,” he said thoughtfully, winking at you. 

“Godric, you’re an ass,” you breathed. “If you’re looking for submission, perhaps you should go back to your goons; I’m sure the both of them are utterly lost without you. Or Pansy, I know the simpering slag could think of nothing better than being bossed around by you all day. Personally, I can’t think of a more proper hell, but we all have our differences, I suppose.” 

“I think you just managed to insult four people at once,” Draco said, looking thoughtful. 

“I’m pleased you can count. Now, what am I supposed to do?” you sneered, crossing your arms. 

“Whatever I say, love,” he grinned, winking. “Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times.” 

“Alright,” you said, taking the pile of seedlings from him. His pale hand stopped yours and held it still. 

“Ah, ah,” he chided, shaking his platinum blonde head at you. “Repeat it back to me.”

“What?” you scoffed, incredulous. 

“Repeat what I said back to me; should I say it slower?” he said, cocking his head to the side. You were so angry, a hysterical laugh bubbled from your lips; your chest positively on fire with anger. 

Seconds from exploding, you saw the knowing smile growing on his face and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, willing yourself not to take his bait. A surely insane smile on your face, you opened your eyes. 

“Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times,” you repeated word for word. 

“Excellent, you might have hope yet,” Draco taunted, meeting eyes with Blaise from across the room and grinning. 

Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, what a complete and utter sodding wanker. It’s no wonder the little shit didn’t have any true friends; who the hell could stand him? Catching your friend's eyes from her seat across the room, you mimicked stabbing yourself in the throat with your knife, earning a snicker from her. The little interaction with a friendly face calmed you immensely. 

“Now what?” you asked, turning to Draco and steeling yourself for another smart remark. 

“The last step. I’ve ground up the moth wings already,” he said, standing to tip a container of fine, shimmering dust into the cauldron. With a whoosh, it turned an inky blue, and he smiled. It was rather nice, his smile. He was almost handsome--alright, he was downright gorgeous--when he wasn’t being an absolute prick. 

“Staring, Y/N?” he grinned, his grey eyes flitting to yours and winking. A flush of embarrassment flooded your face, and you dropped his steely gaze, your silence answer enough. 

“S’Alright, if I saw me, I might stare as well,” he shrugged, grinning cockily at you. 

“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, seconds before Snape appeared soundlessly behind you.

“Ah, much better, excellent, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape praised suddenly, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Thank you, sir,” Draco simpered, smirking proudly. Several sets of eyes rolled around the room, and you found comfort in that you weren’t the only one he caused to do this. 

“Do you see how it’s an inky blue? How it’s not corrosive? How it isn’t burning through the table?” Snape snided, turning to you with a malicious glint in his eye. 

“Yes.” you seethed through clenched teeth, unable to trust yourself to not mouth off if you opened your jaw. 

“So, what did you do wrong? What catastrophic mistake did you make to produce the most abysmal potion I’ve yet to see in my N.E.W.T.S class?” he asked, eyes alight in your anger.

You could feel every eye in the room on you, and to your complete horror, you felt angry tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking rapidly, determined not to show such weakness, you tilted your chin up and glared into the blank, black eyes before you. 

“It was the moth dust, sir. It wasn’t ground fine enough, and she only stirred 3 times,” Draco answered for you. Despite your shock, you held your ground and glared up into Snape’s eyes. 

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I believe I asked Y/N. If she can’t make a proper decaying drought, I should hope she’s at least intelligent enough to recognize her mistakes,” Snape said, his voice icy. 

“If I knew my mistakes, sir, I wouldn’t make them. Would I?” you seethed, unable to hold it back any longer. As if you were going to let Draco Malfoy protect you. Surprised hisses and gasps sounded throughout the classroom, and you knew you’d fucked up. 

“Detention. 3 days. With Filch,” he sneered, getting closer to you as he spoke, daring you to say anything else. 

“Delightful,” you quipped back, a fake smile on your face. 

“And 10 points from Slytherin for cheek. Making me take points from my own house, disgraceful,” and with a billowing wave of his cloak--he was heading back up to the front of the room.

“Tuesday, we will begin working on a lovely, tricky little potion known as Felix Felicis; you’ll be in partners,” he said, looking around the room before stopping on a pair of tittering Ravenclaws, “And I’ll be choosing the partners.” 

The small class visibly deflated at the prospect of Snape choosing partners, causing Snape to grin lightly, and with that ominous note, he ended the class. 

Desperate to get away, you left everything on your desk, only ensuring you had your bag before racing from the room, the frustrated tears falling freely now. 

“Y/N!” you thought you heard Draco call--but surely you were mistaken, unless he wanted to further embarrass you or rub it in. Before he could do either, you burst into the girl's restroom and out of sight.

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[maxrev]

Kissing Prompt: On the sidewalk/Celebration John/Kaidan

Whew...these boys took this and RAN with it lol. Got kind of serious but I think it turned out okay. Thanks for the ask!

From these prompts here 

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New Year’s Eve 2187

For the first time since the Reapers had been defeated, the city had been cleared of much of the debris, though still a long way to go towards being rebuilt. But on the heals of such an accomplishment, London was in full celebratory mode. Maybe Shepard and Kaidan were too. 

John was getting out of the hospital, finally able to go home. It wasn’t without cost; he’d lost his leg and had a long road of recovery ahead. 

Kaidan stepped out of the skycab and walked inside the hospital to fill out the paperwork and bring him home. He’d brought a bag of clothes for John to change into, though they probably wouldn’t fit well. He’s lost so much weight and muscle tone. 

He’d been here every day through John’s recovery and as much as possible when he began his physical therapy, wanting to know what to do once they were back at the apartment. Frustration was a constant for both of them during this time. The once fun-loving, flirty Shepard was gone, being replaced by a man who was serious and taciturn. Kaidan missed the former and was determined to get him back, though he loved John no matter what. They were together, which meant everything to Kaidan. They almost didn’t get the chance. 

“Hello, Major Alenko.” 

He nodded at the nurse, “How’re you doing, Judy?”

“Today is a good day, sir. Ready for New Year’s. It’s about time for a celebration, if you ask me.” 

Unable to argue with the sentiment, he told her, “Enjoy yourself and be careful, okay?” 

A bright smile was his response, “I will, sir. You do the same. Will you be going to watch the fireworks? It will be soon, I think, nearing dark now.” 

“No, I don’t think so.” 

His words were met with a look of understanding. John was not likely to want to be in a crowd and Kaidan was uncomfortable in them in any case. Suited them both to stay in. Signing the papers she’d placed on the counter, he turned and walked down the hallway towards the wing where John was. His heartbeat sped up in anticipation; he thought this day would never come. 

As he neared John’s room, he heard a commotion; then John’s voice. An angry voice. “I can damn well get to the door on my own!” 

“Sir, we can’t allow you to walk to the door. It’s our poli--” 

“Fuck your policy.” A loud clattering sound accompanied his words, as if he’d thrown his cane across the room. 

Kaidan quickened his pace. Maybe he could calm John and rescue the nurse, who was probably at the end of her rope. Or in fear of her life. 

He stepped into the room, reading the situation in a glance. John leaning against the side of the bed in his hospital gown, the back open from the neck down, feet flat on the floor. The cane was lying against the wall across from him. Even from here, Kaidan could see the strain on his body, shaking slightly. 

The young nurse stood behind the chair, tendrils of hair having escaped from her bun and were now clinging to her face which was bright red. It didn’t appear to be from embarrassment, either. Her hands clenched the handles, white-knuckled, but she stood her ground, a look of dogged determination on her face. She was braver than many before her. Kaidan had lost count of the nurses John had run off.

He let the door shut behind him with a whoosh, quiet but enough to grab the attention of them both. Two pairs of eyes turned to focus on the intrusion. He saw relief in the nurse’s emerald green eyes, stubborn sullenness in blue eyes currently the color of a storm tossed sea. He’d hoped today would be a celebration of their own with John finally coming home. Biting back a sigh of frustration, he nodded at the nurse to leave. She huffed but left them alone. 

Setting the bag on the bed behind John, he settled next to him. “Hey, there.” 

“Don’t even start. You’re going to be as bad - or even worse - than she was.” 

He refused to take the bait. “Am I?” 

John opened his mouth, then closed it again, body relaxing in defeat. “Sorry, Kaidan. I just...I want to leave on my own steam, you know?” 

Oh, he did but some rules were in place for a reason. “How about a compromise?” 

John turned to him, brows furrowed over clearing blue eyes, “What kind of compromise?” 

He grabbed the bag, took out John’s clothes and shoved them in his hands. “Get dressed.” 

Stubborn as he could be, John knew when Kaidan had made up his mind there was no pushing. He shuffled to the wheelchair, unable to stand, and sat down in it to slide his legs into the pants, then pulled off his gown and pulled the tee over his head. Once he was dressed, he remained still, winded. 

Looking up at Kaidan, expecting to see a smirk, he was surprised to find him not even paying attention. He was packing things into the bag, minus the hospital gown. “Thought you’d want to keep the gown. You know, easy access.” 

A strangled sound followed his statement. Kaidan finally turned, tips of his ears pink, brown eyes shiny. “Well, I could always throw it in there if you’ll miss it so much.” 

“Hell, no.” The response as emphatic. Kaidan smiled and went back to packing. “You planned this, didn’t you?” 

“To take you home? John, I’ve been planning this since the day the Normandy limped back to earth and I knew you were alive.” 

Waving his hand dismissively, John soon realized Kaidan couldn’t even see him. “No. I mean me dressing myself and getting winded, so I’d realize I needed the wheelchair.”  

Pausing in the act of packing, Kaidan turned to him. John saw his eyebrow game was strong, thick dark brows furrowed down, “No. I was going to ask you to ride in it to the front doors, then I’d just let you go out on your own steam.” 

“Oh.” 

Looking around the bed and the tables nearby, Kaidan checked to make sure he’d gathered everything. He walked over and picked up John’s cane and handed it to him with a rueful smile. The doctors and nurses had sent him home yesterday with all the supplies they thought he could possibly need amd instructions to call if they ran into a situation where they needed help. 

Zipping the bag shut, he turned. John remained in the chair, gazing at him. "What?" 

The solemn blue eyes looked away and Shepard spoke softly, an apology tumbling from his lips, "Im sorry for being such an ass. You deserve better, Kaidan."

Kaidan walked over, squatting down so they were eye level. He cupped John’s cheek, gently turning his head back to face him. "Listen to me," he paused, taking a breath to calm his emotions as his words sounded harsh even to his own ears. "There is no where else I’d rather be than right here, with you. Okay?" 

John nodded but Kaidan wasn’t convinced he believed it. He'd have to prove it then. He leaned forward but the moment was lost as the head nurse came in, a look of extreme agitation mixed with bullheaded determination on her face. She was followed by the younger one who'd been arguing with John. Kaidan stood up. He just wanted to get John hime and not have any more delays. 

"We're ready to go." His hand remained on the handle of the wheelchair, possessive. "I'll wheel him out and both of you," he looked from one to the other, "can follow us to make sure we're following proper procedure." He didn't mention his plan. 

John started to protest, "But Kaidan, you-"

"Have everything under control," he winked at John out of sight of the nurses. Shepard settled back into the chair. 

"Well, okay then." The head nurse turned to the younger one, "Michele, just follow and assist if needed," and she walk out if the room. 

Kaidan began to push the wheelchair out the door and had to bite back a groan of frustration when John motioned for him to stop. What reason could there possibly be not to just keep going? 

“It’s Michele, right?” The nurse nodded, a bit apprehensive, for which Kaidan couldn’t blame her. “I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. There was no reason for me to be such an asshole when you were just doing your job. I’m sorry.” 

Michele blushed to the roots of her bright red hair but nodded at the end of the speech. She seemed tongue tied and when no words followed his apology, John did what he’d always been so damn good at; he gave her a winning smile, a wink from those impossibly blue eyes and thanked her for taking care of him. 

“Let’s go, Kaidan. I’m ready.” 

Wasting no time to follow this order, Kaidan pushed him out the door Michele was currently holding open and down the corridor, bag and cane in his lap. The young nurse followed closely behind but where she’d been stubborn and determined to make John adhere to protocol, now she just walked amiably beside them, though kept her eyes trained on what was going on around them instead. Kaidan paused, brought up his omni-tool, winked at John when he turned to him with a questioning look, and resumed his pace. Over the loud speaker came a voice, “Michele, please come to the nurse’s station.” 

The young nurse glanced up in surprise, then over at the two of them, then back down the hall. Indecision written on her face, she was clearly unsure of what to do. 

“Go ahead, I can keep Commander Shepard under control to the front of the building. I promise he won’t get away.” 

Not so easily swayed, she questioned him, “Are you sure? I’m supposed to keep make sure you get to the skycab. I have my orders.” She straightened up with the importance of her job. 

Oozing reassurance, he told her, “You do and you’re right to question us but we also know sometimes new orders override the previous ones.” 

John spoke up, “He’s right. It looks like you’re receiving new orders and we wouldn’t want you to be derelict in your duties by assisting us when you have more important things to do.” 

She gazed at each of them in turn, then nodded. “You’re right. Just...be careful and send for me - or an orderly - if you need assistance.” Before they could respond, she turned and all but ran to the nurse’s station. Kaidan felt a twinge of guilt for deceiving the poor girl but John was his first priority and he’d made him a promise. 

Before they arrived at the door, Kaidan stopped and put the locks on the wheels so the chair wouldn’t move. He went around front, looked over John’s head down the hall, then glanced at him and nodded. John rose, a bit unsteady at first, but got his bearings quickly. Placing the cane on the floor, he moved forward, one slow step at a time until he was sure of himself. 

Without a backward glance, he strode out the door as the Commander Shepard and got inside the skycab waiting for them with Kaidan behind him to help only in case he stumbled. 

The ride was quiet, introspective. Kaidan watched as he took in the state of London on the way to the apartment. Much of it was making a comeback with restaurants, bars, markets and stores; more of them popping up every day. Yet, he didn’t comment, just observed. 

The skycab pulled up to their apartment, a single story and nondescript building. Other apartments had been built around it, much the same as theirs. It was rather drab but Kaidan thought the act of just bringing John home gave it more color, more character. Shepard struggled to get out by himself and finally accepted Kaidan’s help reluctantly when he couldn’t manage on his own. The skycab took off and they remained on the sidewalk, looking at their first place as a couple. 

He wrapped an arm around John’s waist, moving in close instead of pulling him over. “So, what do you think?” 

“This is it, huh? Our place?”

A rush of emotion swept over Kaidan at those words - our place. Kaidan had never dared hope after the run for the beam this day would come to be. Yet, it had and here they were. “Yeah...our place.” 

They heard explosions and both of them tensed, then offering nervous chuckles when they realized it was just fireworks going off in the distance. The bursts of light arced into the sky, a cascading kaleidoscope of colors and patterns against a black backdrop. Even the stars in the sky were muted.  

“Happy New Year’s, John.” 

“Happy New Year’s, Kaidan.” Shepard turned, gazing intently at Kaidan. “To everything new in our lives, starting this day.” 

“Yeah...to everything new.” 

Kaidan leaned in, capturing John’s mouth with his for their first kiss in their first real home. Together. 

#mass effect #mshenko #kiss prompt #john shepard #kaidan alenko #chance meetings verse #this was fun! #theoriginalladya

[stop-handing-me-knives]

Ghost group chat

I mean, i already thought about cameras in star wars - group chats were the logical (and much more lighthearted) extension. Enjoy :)

GHOST GROUP CHAT >> group chat created by: SABINE WREN MEMBERS: Garazeb Orrelios, Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger TITE: KOOL KIDS GARAZEB: um. GARAZEB: what is this. SABINE: well, now that we’ve got a new baby in the family and i’ve taught him how to use technology, i decided we need a group chat in order to take care of said baby, gripe, and share memes EZRA: HEY

EZRA: FIRST OF ALL EZRA: I ALREADY KNEW HOW TO USE THE CHAT APP TYVM GARAZEB: heh EZRA: SECOND EZRA: AND MORE IMPORTANTLY EZRA: I AM N O T A BABY GARAZEB: baby say what EZRA: DUDE EZRA: I WILL FIGHT YOU RIGHT NOW SABINE: ok ok sorry chill SABINE: stop blowing up the chat with caps SABINE: just trying to make everyone feel included SABINE: jeez Ezra: ….sorry GARAZEB: yea yeah touching moment but question. why is this chat labeled “Kool kids” ?? ? SABINE: ??? SABINE: what do you mean GARAZEB: im not a child? ? SABINE: i’m sorry who was just in a yelling match about who gets the last waffle?? EZRA: HA SEE HOW IT FEELS GARAZEB: HEY YOU WERE THERE TOO EZRA: YEAH BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT 57 AND FIGHTING WITH A KID GARAZEB: I AM NOT 57 SABINE: oK OK ENOUGH WITH THE CAPS I’M CHANGING THE NAME SABINE  has changed the group chat name to KILLER SPECTERS GARAZEB:….better GARAZEB: sorry ‘bine SABINE: it’s fine EZRA: yeah the group chat is a good idea EZRA: even if this guy’s in it ;) ;) SABINE: Ezra… GARAZEB: it’s good i won’t rise to petty bait from petty children SABINE: okAY YOU TWO SABINE: Oh btw mom’s calling you two EZRA: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING GARAZEB: IT WAS THE KID’S FAULT SABINE: dude what did you guys do she sounds angry SABINE: guys SABINE: you still alive SABINE: rip GARAZEB: still alive just gotta go on a shopping trip with this child EZRA: jUsT gOtTa gO on a sHoPpiNg tRiP wiTh ThiS cHilD SABINE: seriously guys chill SABINE: at least you get to go somewhere SABINE: i’m stuck on repairs all day GARAZEB: yeah cause we all know how much you hate updating weapons tech SABINE: hey i didn’t say the work wasn’t fUn ….. EZRA: SABINE SABINE: EZRA EZRA: WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MEILOORUNS SABINE: why do you need meilooruns EZRA: HERA WANTED SOME SABINE: well then you better find some EZRA: I KNOW I’M TRYING SABINE: where’s zeb why isn’t he helping you look GARAZEB has their name to ZEB GARAZEB has changed EZRA BRIDGER’S name to GONNA LOSE ZEB: am looking ZEB: waiting in line ZEB: gonna get some before the kid GONNA LOSE: DUDE GONNA LOSE: SERIOUSLY ZEB: ha ha GONNA LOSE has changed their name to THE BEST GONNA LOSE has changed ZEB’S name to THE WORST ZEB: HEY EZRA: HA HA HA SABINE has changed THE BEST’S name to EZRA SABINE has changed THE WORST’S name to ZEB SABINE has deactivated all name changes SABINE: OK that’s enough of that EZRA: HEY ZEB: spoil sport SABINE: trust me. i have just averted Interplanetary War III EZRA: OK BUT DID YOU FIND ANY MEILOORUNS ZEB: nope not yet EZRA: NO WAIT I FOUND SOME ZEB: THOSE BETTER NOT BE THE ONES ON THE IMPERIAL TRANSPORT SABINE: GUYS EZRA: Relax! i’ve gotta plan SABINE: GUYS NO SABINE: GUYS SABINE; YOU STILL ALIVE SABINE: GUUUUUUYSSSS ZEB: stil aliev Zeb: hypathecle queston ZEB: how duz 1 fly tie fihgter SABINE: ZEB SABINE: NO SABINE: WHERE’S EZRA EZRA: um EZRA: i need an adult ZEB: im adult EZRA: no no you are not SABINE: NICE ONE EZ SABINE: BUT ZEB SABINE: AREN’T YOU FLYING A TIE FIGHTER ZEB: kin,a EZRA: it’s good! we’re both in the tie fighter now! SABINE: THAT IS NOT GOOD SABINE: WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT IS GOOD SABINE: GUYS SABINE: GUYS ARE YOU STILL ALIVE SABINE: THAT’S IT I’M ADDING MOM AND DAD SABINE has added: HERA SYNDULLA SABINE has added: KANAN JARRUS SABINE has changed KANAN JARRUS’S name to BLASTER MASTER EZRA: SABINE NO SABINE: oh so now you answer me SABINE: hera the boys are having some trouble HERA: trouble finding the meilooruns? ;) ;) SABINE: oh no, they found them. only they were imperial meilooruns HERA: whAT EZRA: Hey mom! EZRA: All’s good! HERA: WHAT DID YOU DO EZRA: um you want the good news or the bad news first HERA: Just tell me what you did EZRA: Ok, good news first: we stole a tie fighter! HERA: THAT’S THE GOOD NEWS?!? BLASTER MASTER: Why. Am I Named. “Blaster Master” SABINE: ha ha cause you use a blaster and you’re a jedi pretty good name right BLASTER MASTER: No. It is not.   HERA: Can we focus on the issue at hand please??? BLASTER MASTER: Right. You should Not have stolen. A Tie Fighter. Tell me. You dismantled the Locator Beacon EZRA: First of all, yeah dUH EZRA:  the moment we got in the ship of cOURSE EZRA: second EZRA: have you ever used a keyboard before BLASTER MASTER: You. Are just now Disabling it. Aren’t you. EZRA:…maybe BLASTER MASTER: And Yes. I have used. A keyboard. Before. SABINE: Ok your typing is weirding me out too can you please stop that BLASTER MASTER: Look. Just Ditch the Tie. rendezvous shadow site 2. BLASTER MASTER: And it’s not my Fault. The buttons are. Very small. HERA: And let’s use please vocal coms from now on when we have a problem BLASTER MASTER: Seriously. We have them. For a reason …. SABINE has removed: HERA SYNDULLA, BLASTER MASTER SABINE: whew SABINE: anything to get mr. “buttons are too small” off the chat SABINE: so SABINE: you guys still alive EZRA: well dUH EZRA: we aRE professionals after all, right zeb? ZEB: absa-freaking-loutly SABINE: uh huh EZRA: Not oNLY did we find a meiloorun, but we aLSO beat the imperials AND saved a farm! ZEB: all in a day’s work EZRA: KILLER SPECTERS FOR THE WIN SABINE: um ok fine don’t mind me over here SABINE: and weren’t you guys fighting like two seconds ago ZEB; i have no idea what you’re talking about EZRA: yeah we’re bros SABINE: ew you guys being friends is really weirding me out SABINE: did you guys get rid of that tie fighter SABINE: guys? EZRA: SABINE WHAT IS ON OUR WALL ZEB: wait what’s on our wall ZEB: SABINE SABINE: :) :) EZRA: SABIIIINEEE SABINE: :) :) :) :) ZEB: YOU BETTER COME CLEAN THIS OFF THE WALL SABINE: oh sure, right after you tell mom and dad where you hid the tie fighter EZRA: what tie fighter we don’t have a tie fighter SABINE: uh huh SABINE:  i totally buy that EZRA: OK MAYBE  we didn’t exACTLY get rid of it SABINE: HA ZEB: please don’t tell!! SABINE: hmmmmm EZRA: PLEASE SABINE: on one condition EZRA: NAME IT EZRA: ANYTHING ZEB: WAIT NO DON’T GIVE HER THAT POWER SABINE: :-) ZEB: DON’T SELL OUR SOULS SABINE: too late  :-) :-)

#my first attempts at a fanfic i guess? #got this idea reading fanfic #i just really needed more sibling interactions #and writing chaos is fun #set during the episode fighter flight #SWR #star wars rebels #my writing #(oo! exciting to use that tag!) #my hc #star wars #sabine wren #ezra bridger #Garazeb Orrelios #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus

[nazariolahela]

Something Domestic: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley gets to know the other important people in Liam’s life and learns about his past.

“Okay, tell me everything!”

Hana and I sit in our usual booth at the Double Tappe, discussing the events of our first day at our new jobs. She tells me about her schedule and the other teachers she’ll be working with this school year. I then tell her about the literal “run-in” with Liam in the kitchen, and the incident with the paparazzi in the park. She listens intently, pausing every few moments to take a sip of her Whiskey Sour. When I finish, she sits back and exhales.

“Whew. That’s intense. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to make sure we have someone with us every time we leave the house. I’m not worried about being attacked, but if they get too close, I’m worried they might frighten the kids.”

“That’s not what I was referring to.”

Of course, she wasn’t. I know what she’s hinting at and I’m not taking the bait. She was the one who told me to be cautious when it came to Liam. And as much as I want to throw caution to the wind, my job is more important than some mild flirtation with my boss.

“Hana,” I warn.

She throws up her hands defensively. “Look, I saw how you two were the other night. You can’t tell me there’s nothing there. I’m just trying to get you to realize the gravity of the situation. Getting involved with your boss is one thing. Him being a prominent figure is a whole different animal. Especially given his current marital status.”

I sigh and take a long pull of my drink. She’s absolutely right. As much as I want to argue with her, I can’t. Especially after what happened in the park this morning. The last thing I need is the tabloids catching wind of my little crush. I drag my hands down my face, wishing I could just disappear into the floor. “I hate that he’s a celebrity in this city. This would be so much easier if he was a nobody. Why does this have to be so messy?”

“You poor, stupid fool.”

“Excuse me?” I jerk my head around and come face to face with a woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She’s wearing a black blazer over a grey skirt and top. She stands next to me; one hand on her hip, and a look that would incinerate me.

“Scoot your ass,” she says, motioning for me to move over. She smirks and takes a seat in the booth next to me. “So, you’re the new nanny.”

“I am. And you are?”

“Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis.”

She holds out her hand to me and I shake it nervously. She then reaches over and shakes Hana’s hand. Hana and I slink back in our seats, eyeing each other. Who is this woman? And what the hells does she want with us?

“I couldn’t help but overhear your little ‘predicament.’”

“Yeah? What’s it to you anyway?” I ask suspiciously.

“Let’s just say I’m an old friend. And I’m very interested in this new person in my friend’s life.”

“You’re a friend of Liam’s?”

She takes a sip of her wine, examining the glass. “You’d think this halfwit bartender would know how to properly clean a glass before serving drinks to his customers,” she states loud enough for the entire room to hear.

From behind the bar, I see Drake shoot her a death glare. “Because gods forbid her Highness has to drink out of a glass with water spots,” he grumbles, then retreats back to the kitchen. Hoo boy, that was awkward.

She rolls her eyes. “Now, where were we? Yes, I’m a friend of Liam’s. Our fathers were business partners a million years ago, so we grew up together. We even dated for a hot minute in college, but we realized we were better off as friends. Then, he married that she-witch.” She chuckles, taking another sip of her wine. “You know, the day he told me he was going to ask her to marry him, I told him he was the dumbest motherfucker alive. You’d think he would have listened to me.”

Hana cocks her eyebrow. “That seems harsh. Even if you didn’t agree with it, a good friend would guide him toward the right path, but support his decision no matter how stupid you thought it was.”

Olivia eyes Hana, smirking. “Oh, sure. If it were anyone else. But that man was so blinded by love and pussy, he completely missed all the signs about her. He wasn’t even her first choice. She had eyes for his brother, but Leo hit it and quit it faster than you can say, ‘Here’s cab money. Now get out.’”

Hana glares at Olivia, then turns to me. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies' room.” She slides out of her seat and stalks off towards the back of the bar.

“I’m sorry, but why are you telling me this? I don’t even know you.” This all feels weird. This woman I just met is suddenly so interested in my non-existent relationship with my boss, who just happens to be her friend. This entire conversation is completely out of left field.

Olivia shakes her head. “You don’t think I don’t know about his little infatuation over you? We talk every day and he’s told me about you. And now seeing you in person, I get it. You’re young. You’re hot. You’re his kids’ nanny, so the whole idea of pursuing you is taboo. He’s pussywhipped and you haven’t even given up the pussy yet. To be honest, I don’t give a shit about you. I’m just looking out for my friend. He’s still legally married, and I don’t want this to blow up in his face.”

I already knew he talked about me to his friends, but to admit to them he has a thing for me? My head is spinning as I take in the information she’s slinging at me. Before, it was just a stupid crush. Now that I know he reciprocates my feelings for him, I’m not sure what to think.

“Wait a minute. Are you in love with him?”

She laughs. ”Good gods, you're as ignorant as my ex-husband.”

”You were married?”

”Ugh, yes don't remind me. My parents basically forced us into it because it was ’good for business’” she says, making air quotes with her fingers. “The day I married Anton Severus was the day a part of my soul died.”

”Wait...The Anton Severus? Majority Owner of the Lykos Kings?”

She sighs. ”One and the same. The only good thing I got out of that marriage was part-ownership of that damn baseball team. Except I hate baseball. I only keep it to piss him off.”

Hana returns a moment later. She scowls at Olivia as she slides back into her seat. “So, what did I miss?” she asks sarcastically.

“Well, your friend here has the hots for her boss, which I’m sure you already know. I also gather she’s told you about his situation. And to top it off, he’s like a horny teenager over here waiting for his divorce to be finalized so he can make a move on her.”

Hana sighs. “I’m not going to lecture you any more about it. I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” She stands to leave and picks up her drink. “Olivia, pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” she says and moves to the bar to chat up a tall brunette in a blue mini dress who’s been eyeing her all night.

Olivia cocks an eyebrow at me. “You should listen to your friend. She’s obviously the smart one.” She polishes off her glass of wine and slides out of the booth. “Word of advice; keep your hormones in check until the ink is dry. If Madeleine finds out he’s got heart eyes for you, she’ll drag this bitch out until the kids are in retirement homes. Until next time, Riley Brooks.” Then, she saunters away.

“Don’t worry about her. She might seem vicious, but she’s harmless,” I look over to see Drake wiping down the table in the booth next to me. He eyes my empty glass. “Want another one?”

“Actually, do you have Skullcracker Ale on tap?”

“16 or 20 ounce?”

“After the day I’ve had, make it a 20.”

He nods and makes his way to the bar to pour my beer. He returns a few minutes later, beer in hand. He sets it in front of me and takes a seat across the booth from me. “So, you and Liam, huh?”

I groan, dropping my head into my hands. “First of all: there is no ‘Liam and I.’ Second: How many people know about this?”

Drake chuckles. “Not as many as you think. Just Max, Liv, and myself. We’re his three closest confidants, and he trusts us with his life. Even more than his family or that bitch of a wife.”

“Wow. I take it you’re not a member of the Madeleine Karlington Fan Club either.”

“That woman is the devil incarnate. Even before they got married, she was always chasing the ‘next big thing'. He told you why they’re splitting up, right?”

“Yeah, he said she cheated on him with one of her co-workers,” I reply.

He holds his finger up and walks over to the bar. Grabbing a tumbler, he pours himself two fingers of whiskey, then returns to the table. He sits down and sighs deeply. “Sorry, I need a drink for this. So anyway. Yes, she slept with one of her co-workers, but what Liam didn’t know is that it wasn’t the first time.”

“Olivia said she also slept with his brother.”

Drake nods. “Leo and Madeleine ‘dated’ for a few months the summer after we graduated college. Leo was only interested in a fling, but Madeleine was madly in love with him. After he dumped her, she started dating Liam to get back at him. The problem was, Liam fell in love with her. They dated for three months before he moved her into his penthouse, and they were engaged six months after that. They married less than a year later, and she got pregnant with Charlotte shortly after. Come to find out that she was messing around almost the entirety of their seven-year marriage.”

I gasp. “Oh, my gods. Are the kids his?”

“Yes, thankfully. One look at Philip, and there’s no question he’s Liam’s. He’s the spitting image of him as a child. Charlotte looks more like Madeleine, but he had a paternity test to be sure. Especially since she’s asking for full custody and child support in the divorce.”

I shake my head. Good gods, I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around how dysfunctional their relationship is. What’s worse is there are kids involved. Thank goodness they’re too young to comprehend what is going on with their parents. I take a pull of my beer. “So how long have you and Liam known each other.

“Liam, Max, Liv, and I have all been friends since high school. He and I played lacrosse together sophomore year. He and Liv dated for a few months in college. They fought all the time because she’s stubborn as hell.”

“Was it serious? Liam and Olivia?”

He grins. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

“N-no. I’m just...curious. Do I need to worry about a crazy ex stalking me?”

“I’d be more worried about Madeleine firing your ass and ruining your chances of getting another nanny job than I would be about Olivia harboring feelings for Liam. Deep down they love each other, but it’s not romantic.”

I nod and take a sip of my beer. Why am I jealous? Liam isn’t mine, so I have no right to be envious of Olivia or their relationship. Besides, if she was really after him, I’m sure she’d crush me with her bare hands for trying to step in and take “her man.” OMG, listen to yourself, Riley. He’s your boss, not your boyfriend. That means he’s technically off-limits.

“So, what does Liam’s family think of all this?” I ask.

Drake chuckles, but there is no humor in his voice. “Constantine is the one who encouraged Liam to marry Madeline. He said marrying a girl like her would convince investors to do business with the company because it would paint Liam as a ‘family man.’ He knew about her and Leo but said that it wouldn’t matter because Leo wasn’t the settling down type. Leo was actually supposed to take over the family business after college, but he gave that up to travel the world. To be honest, the company is in better hands under Liam. Their revenue went up like 25% last year.”

“Is that a good thing?”

He shrugs. “I guess. At least that’s what everyone tells me. I don’t know jack about multinational investment companies. Hells, I barely know the ins and outs of running a business.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “But you’re a business owner. Don’t you think you should at least know the basics of running your own business?”

“Yeah, probably.” He notices Hana and her new lady friend flagging him down and gets up from the booth to move back behind the bar. I leave my booth and take a seat a few stools away from Hana. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her lean in and whisper into the woman’s ear, the two of them touching each other’s arms and giggling. Get it, girl!

“So, what made you want to open your own bar?”

He finishes making their drinks, then moves down the bar. “It’s always been my dream to own my own bar. There was this place called The Laughing Seal where we used to drink when we were in college. It burned down about five years ago. Most of the place was destroyed, but the bartop managed to survive. Liam’s dad knew the owner and convinced him to let me buy the bar when I opened the Double Tappe.” Drake says, running his hands along a charred spot on the bar.

“I’m glad you found your passion. And I’m glad you give us a place to unwind. You’re like a modern-day Sam Malone.”

He snorts. “Except I suck at baseball and the ladies don’t fawn over me like that.”

I smirk and glance up at the clock on the wall. Holy shit, how is it already 9 p.m.? I reach in my purse and slap two $20s on the bar top for my tab. “Thanks for the chat, Drake. I’ll talk to you later this week.” 

He nods. “No problem. And for what it’s worth, don’t let the whole Madeleine thing bother you. If you and Liam are meant to be, it will all work itself out.”

I shake my head and turn to Hana, who is currently exchanging phone numbers with the brunette. “You ready to head out, girl?” I ask her.

She leans in and whispers into her companion’s ear before standing up. “Yep, let’s go. I have to finish putting my lesson plan together for the year. See ya, Drake.”

He waves to us as we exit the bar. It’s late August, so the weather is still warm. We decide against hailing a cab and trek the 10 blocks back to our apartment. As we walk arm-in-arm, Hana tells me about her new lady friend. Her name is Meghan and they’re going out this weekend. She grins from ear to ear as she talks, and I can’t help but feel joy for her. All the pressure she gets from her parents to find a man, it’s about time she lives for herself. If my best friend can find happiness, maybe there’s hope for me as well.

Right?

#trr au #trr fanfic #liam rhys #riley brooks #the royal romance #something domestic #playchoices fanfic #nanny au #nazariolahela fanfic

[thevikingwoman]

🎀 - Can you describe your original emotional response to the ending of Trespasser, when playing as Iwyn Lavellan?

how dare? you? make me think back? LOL. 

So, as you know I’ve talked about before, I was spoiled for Crestwood, but not for Trespasser. So I was not that heartbroken over Crestwood, but I didn’t expect Solas to leave at the end of the game. 

Having seen the Trespasser trailer (but nothing else, even if I played way after it was released), I knew that Solas would make an appearance. 

So. 

I rushed the game. I was so upset over not being able to choose Solas as a companion. The X with the romance tarot was really… something. I had such a longing, such desperation. I thought, I was certain, that I could find him and then he could be part of my party again .

I know. I know. I’m a hopeless romantic. An idiot romantic. 

So in many ways I was not paying attention to the Trespasser plot - I don’t care about the Qunari or whatever. Just let me find my lover!! ( I really should replay it and maybe pay attention lol)

So I get to the scene with Solas, and I’m looking at the time I played and I realize that there is probably not a lot of the game left, and a sort of disbelief settles over me. 

As I also said before, I don’t usually get deep into my OC and their mind, when I playthrough it is mostly a sort of ‘empty vessel’ for ME to experience the story in rpgs - so in many ways I felt this for myself. Iwyn’s patience and determinism and confidence didn’t play much into my experience - in many ways those came later (tho was influenced by my choices in retrospect). It was so immediate. 

I loved the conversation with Solas, his explanations. I love his voice, alright, and I love getting some more glimpses into the lore. As an atheist myself, it make fully sense to me, that the Creators were powerful mages rather than true gods. I was fascinated by Solas story.

I did choose things I feel Iwyn would say - including asking Solas about his plans and all the details. I was completely enraptured. 

I think the only jarring moment was the ‘What is the Dalish saying…’ I honestly felt like it was too cheeky for the gravity of the situation, esp since we didn’t actually have a sex scene. (Initially I didn’t chose ‘and so he did’ as a reply but I did go back and play that part to test it out. It didn’t feel like Iwyn would raise to the bait, and I think that was one one the moments I did think about her personality). 

THEN the end. OH THE END. the var lath vir suledin - I got the gist, but I had to look it up. Solas walking away.

“I’ll never forget you.” 

I was so torn between heartbreak and anger and disbelief. HOW DARE HE?

I don’t think I cried. I think I was more stunned? and devastated. and awe at the whole… amount of feelings. of course the, the exalted council came to the conclusion after, and my feelings were so RAW, and I got so upset when they wanted to shut down the inquisition. I do think playing as Iwyn Lavellan was important here - is this because I’m an elf? You want me to save you, and then take away my power?

So I had a lot of ‘over my dead body’ feelings here. It was too much on top of the whole Solas thing, and I also felt like it would be better to have an organisation at my back, finding him. This was a defining moment for Iwyn’s characterization as well, as you know. 

I was very relived at Cassandra saying ‘find our friend’. It was nice to see she did think of him as a friend. I remember a tiny easy breath. 

Then ofc Cass reading Varrics book in the epilogue was a welcome comic relief. 

after, like the week after. I remember being incredibly ineffective at work. Looking up elven phrases. reading DA wiki. Trying to find that perfect fix it fanfic (and not being satisfied, which ultimately led to this new hobby of writing a discovery of which I will be eternally grateful and worth every ounce of suffering. )

whew. 

congrats to whomever managed to read this far lol

#I FELT ALL THE FEELINGS AGAIN #ahhhhh #thank you for this ask #<3 #galadrieljones #I'm now emotionally exhauste3d #I mean it's only been 2.7 years #no biggie #solavellan hell is eternal

[douxreviews]

Star Trek: Discovery - ‘The Red Angel’ Review

Spock, to Burnham: "Perhaps you simply have a penchant for the dramatic."

By nature I love brevity: A serviceable 'moving parts' episode that gets us from Point A to Point B, and does it in a way that's often entertaining to watch. Quiet and subdued, building to an exciting climax that mostly works.

And the Red Angel is...

To the great bereavement of all, not Patrick Stewart in a lobster costume as a backdoor pilot to the Picard show.

All joking aside, I... think I like the big reveal? Maybe? To be sure, I am tired of the big mystery character being revealed to be a parent of the main character. It's absolutely a trope, and it often leads to recycled and stagnant storytelling. I do think it can done well, however, as it instantly injects emotion into a character dynamic without having to build the characters' interactions from the ground up. It all depends on how well the show uses it. Whether or not they will do a good job with this storyline remains to be seen.

I do think the writers are hitting their stride, though, and it definitely shows. The stories have suddenly been slowed down to the right pace, which improves the show by leaps and bounds. Part of this is perhaps the direction, which was fittingly subdued and understated here, but I think that even from that standpoint, having far less story to cram into an hour is helpful. 'The Red Angel' has time to spend on its key interactions, like 'If Memory Serves' and 'Project Daedalus' before it, and the show is far better for it.

That said, some of those interactions are better than others. I still don't believe a single thing that comes out of Shazad Latif's mouth, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what the purpose was behind Georgiou's scene with Stamets and Culber. On the better side of things, I liked the reconciliation scene between Burnham and Nhan, and I thought Spock's conversation with Burnham was good, if a little bit of an abrupt shift from their dynamic last week.

Leland and Georgiou are on the side of the angels this week (no, wait, they want to capture the Angel? I'm confused), with a few caveats. The first of these is the big secret that Leland tasked Burnham's parents with Project Daedalus, and that his actions indirectly got them killed. I'm not sure why Leland would think that Burnham needed to know this for the mission, however, unless he knew that the Angel was Burnham's mom. Wait, did he? Huh. In any event, the moment that I guessed the Angel's identity was in that scene, when Burnham told him what her parents were, and Leland said her mother was also a great engineer.

How Burnham processes this revelation is interesting. Her guilty perspective was, as Spock put it, 'a child's understanding,' but she was still living with that childish mindset. And her reaction to the news was emotionally quite childish. At first, she denied it and provided counter-evidence that showed her naïveté about the situation. In that scene, Sonequa Martin-Green's performance reminded me so much of a child that I'm unsure if it was an intentional choice or not. Then, confronted with reality, she got mad and expressed her anger by lashing out at anybody and everybody related to the situation, whether they were responsible like Leland, or not responsible like Tyler. It was only after Spock came and forgave her that she was released from the childhood burden of her guilt and anger. When he did so, Martin-Green's face beautifully conveyed the lifting of a heavy weight from her shoulders.

Let's talk briefly about the plot, before we unpack what this episode may mean going forward. From the outset, it didn't make a whole ton of sense - admittedly, as time travel plots do. To be fair, I at least have a better sense of this plot than I did of Enterprise's utterly nonsensical Temporal Cold War, but certain elements of the time travel irked me. Although the problems worked themselves out from a story perspective with the reveal that the Angel is Burnham's mom, it still made no sense that the characters weren't seeing the obvious flaws in their plans. For one thing, if the Red Angel was Burnham, then she would know in the future everything that they were planning and therefore be prepared. Secondly, and perhaps worse, having Dr. Culber there to resuscitate Burnham if she dies completely invalidates the 'bait.' Nobody except for Spock seems to understand that the only way their plan works is if Burnham will actually be dead if the Angel doesn't show up. This bothered me the whole time that I was watching the episode.

So what does this mean going forward? Disco now has the Red Angel, who is Burnham's biological mother, trapped on the planet. But something fishy is going on with the Section 31 ship, as evidenced by Leland getting The Phantom-ed. Could this be Control taking, er, control of Leland's 31 ship? It certainly seems that way, especially since the voice actor who recorded that line from the computer is credited as 'Control Computer.' As this show seems to be ready to start slowing down for meaningful conversations, I think we will see Burnham and her mother work out some of their emotional issues and baggage next episode. I suspect Stamets and Culber will do the same, as they will be trapped down there as well. How Georgiou and Spock will figure in is anybody's guess, but I don't think it's an accident which characters are left on the planet at the end of this episode.

Strange New Worlds:

Essof IV was a testing site for Project Daedalus. Its inhospitable conditions rendered the planet's surface unlivable, so the researchers built a facility to control the environment.

New Life and New Civilizations:

No new species or creatures in this episode.

Pensees:

-Good funeral scene at the beginning, that did the Wrath of Khan parallel a little bit but didn't overdo it.

-So, if the Federation and the Klingons were so close to developing time travel, why don't they all have it and use it regularly in the rest of Star Trek? The Temporal Prime Directive isn't until way later.

-The theme of faith has been lost in the shuffle here. We'll see how it ties in as the season draws closer to its end.

-Leland said they needed a time crystal for the Red Angel suit. That's the same thing that was in Mudd's time loop device in 'Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad' last season.

-Another chance for Cornwell to use her therapy background. I like that her profession is a consistent and recurring aspect of her character.

-There was a very interesting and important-feeling shot of Sara Mitich's character Lt. Nilsson taking Airiam's place on the bridge. Sara Mitich played Airiam in season one. Huh.

-Burnham was on a roll with her impressions this week, doing the bug-eyed look of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez at one point (please note: no political statement is to be ascribed to this joke about a famous person's most distinguishing facial feature) and her best Nicholas Cage 'not the bees' when she was exposed to the atmosphere of Essof IV.

-Hanelle M. Culpepper directed this episode, as well as last season's well-liked 'Vaulting Ambition.' She will direct the first two episodes of the Picard series.

-Happy Talk Like William Shatner Day for anyone reading this on the 22nd! What's your favorite Shatner line delivery?

Quotes:

Tilly: "Some people choose to live their lives as if nothing is a miracle."

Georgiou: "I was thinking you might be smarter than the Stamets I knew. You're also much more neurotic. Have you considered medication?"

Tilly: "What just happened?" I'm with her on this one.

Admiral Cornwell: "Love is a choice, Hugh, and one doesn't just make that choice once. You make it again and again." Whew. Almost had this one as my opening quote.

Spock: "I do wish I'd been there when you struck him. I believe I would have found the moment... satisfying."

4 out of 6 lobster costumes.

CoramDeo doesn't like to lose

#Star Trek #Star Trek Discovery #Michael Burnham #Saru #Spock #Sylvia Tilly #Paul Stamets #Hugh Culber #Christopher Pike #Ash Tyler #Phillipa Georgiou #Disco #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

[amandajoyce118]

Friday Five: Moments For #SHIELD100

Since I did my favorite episodes already, I thought in honor of the 100th episode of Agents of SHIELD, I’d go ahead and pick my favorite moments from the show.

There’s a difference between standout moments and episodes that work as a whole, or that contribute to the overall mythology. I tried to look at moments I like on their own, not how they connect to the larger show, but how much I love it for what it is - which is usually going to be because the acting is so good that it breaks my heart. A few of these, I kind of failed at that only because part of the reason they are so emotionally powerful is a result of the growth shown by the characters. And yes, I did even tear up while writing about them.

(If you want to watch the scenes and break your own heart instead of just reading my thoughts, each header links to the scene described.)

Five: A hug that quakes

One of the best episodes in season four was the little Life Model Decoy one that scarred everyone in the audience, possibly for life - “Self Control.” In it, not only did we see Jemma and Fitz attack one another, but we also saw Jemma and Daisy fight for their lives against the people they trusted most since they weren’t, you know, actually the people they trusted most. One of the best scenes, hands down, was Daisy finding a way to prove to Jemma that she wasn’t an LMD.

The scene came just after Jemma was forced to fight Fitz, so she was already in a fragile place. The base itself was in chaos since Coulson, Mack, May, and Fitz were all LMDs. Daisy wasn’t sure if it was Jemma or Fitz that were the fakes and Jemma wasn’t sure if she was literally the only human left, so seeing Chloe Bennet and Elizabeth Henstridge have to play that fear and relief that you usually only find in horror movies, and somehow making the entire audience doubt both of them even though we’d already seen the truth, was pretty much perfection on its own.

Daisy pulling Jemma into a hug and quaking them both to prove that they had bones and not metal and Jemma nearly collapsing into her makes it one of the best hugs on the show and one of my all time favorite moments. You could feel that sigh of relief through the TV screen.

Four: Do something!

I’m not going to lie, you guys. Iain de Caestecker can basically do no wrong when it comes to emotional scenes, so you’re going to see him a couple more times on this list. I probably could have done a list with just his scenes when it comes to talent alone, but there were a couple of things I had to include from other actors just because I love them so much. You’ve been warned.

One of his best moments on the show was him, all alone in a room, with a giant rock.

At the start of season three Fitz had been searching for information about just how this giant rock swallowed Jemma whole for six months. He’d run down six months of dead ends with Bobbi covering for him when he went out on his own, six months of Coulson, Daisy, and everyone else giving up on Jemma while he kept looking. His desperation, fear, and anger all boiled over into one of the best performances De Caestecker has ever given on the show.

He screamed at the rock, beat it, and begged for it to “do something.” In that moment, I think there are plenty of fans who weren’t sure if Fitz thought Jemma was dead and he was okay with joining her, or if he was just so mad that his leads hadn’t worked out that he was willing to throw caution to the wind to follow her into the deep. Either way you read the scene, it’s powerful. And he deserves all the awards that he never seems to get.

Three: Raise your glass…

I actually already talked about this specific scene in another Friday Five, but since I think this was one of the moments that solidified my love for Lance Hunter, you get to read about it again. Or you can skip ahead. That’s fine too.

When SHIELD is forced to disavow Bobbi and Hunter in season three, they’re given a spy’s goodbye by the team, which really means the team all (not very stealthily) hang out in a bar at separate tables and take shots as they toast to the two they aren’t allowed to talk to in the center of the room. While the team’s reactions get to me (especially Mack as he struggles to drink his shot and Fitz having to guide Jemma from the room), it’s Hunter that tears me up.

Hunter, who never really wanted to join SHIELD, Hunter who constantly joked about his ex being a hellbeast, Hunter who was always out for himself first, who finds himself shocked that he loves this people. You can see the moment it hits him as Nick Blood’s face changes in an instant with the realization that Hunter can’t hang out and get drinks with any of these people he’s come to know. There’s no more seeing how much he can piss may off, help Fitz get closer to Jemma, pal around with Coulson on secret missions, or reminiscing with Mack. It’s all gone with the last shot, and Hunter’s reaction breaks me every single time I watch this scene.

Two: Yeah, and you’re more than that.

I don’t think there’s anyone watching the show who would discount the entire pod sequence in season one’s “Beginning of the End.” Broken up throughout the episode, there are lots of little things about it that are great - like Fitz managing to strap Jemma in to prevent her from being injured. Or Jemma’s speech about everything being made of the same particles. Jemma’s speech narrowly missed making the list, but I only wanted one moment from that sequence on here.

Fitz’s “yeah, and you’re more than that,” when Jemma tells him that he’s her best friend in the world is what makes the list instead. By this point, the audience was painfully aware of what Fitz felt for Jemma, but less clear on what she felt for him, and despite how emotionally charged the scene is, we still don’t really get an understanding of her feelings, even if we do get the depth of them. She’s completely broken by Fitz’s decision to sacrifice himself for her to have even the slimmest chance of survival, and he’s perfectly content to die just to give her that shot. It’s heartbreaking and the defining moment in their relationship that sets the tone for everything that they go through after.

And yes, all the fans know that it was a variation of this scene that got these two their roles. It was sides written for the auditions that might never have been part of the show if Iain de Caestecker and Elizabeth Henstridge didn’t have such heartbreakingly brilliant chemistry. So, yes, it had to be on the list.

One: The bait and switch

If it was heartbreaking to watch Fitz be willing to give up his life for Jemma’s chance at one, it was even more heartbreaking two seasons later to watch the two of them try to kill one another. Except, not really.

In another moment from “Self Control,” (I guess I just really liked that episode, okay?) Fitz and Simmons try to figure out just which one of them is an LMD, and things come to a head. The face off has Jemma pulling a gun on Fitz and him cowering in front of her with her asking him not to hurt her and him telling her he couldn’t. And of course, you believe it because this is Fitz and Jemma and they could never actually hurt one another, right?

The scene goes from the two of them in tears yelling at one another and highly emotional to the flip of a switch as Fitz is suddenly the cold and calculating LMD version of himself, flipping a knife, stabbing Jemma, and then landing a blow with a paint can against her head. It’s one of those few moments on television where someone tells you everything changes in an instant and it actually does. Chills. Every single time. The two of them are just so fantastic in this scene. It’s one of the most tense four minutes of television I’ve seen in my life.

Whew. Yes, I’m just as surprised as you are that in thinking about this, there are not five shippy moments on here. No making out, no sexy times, etc. Maybe I’ll have to do a list of shippy scenes next time...

#agents of shield #shield 100 #friday five

[hakuyamazakisensei]

November One-shots: Day Twenty-two; Tent (the whole gang)

Sorry this took so long....Whew! If you want to read others in the set, please check them out at AO3!

The small group of vehicles, ranging from a large SUV to the tiniest of sports cars, pulled into the parking area of the campground one after the other. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen an odd assortment of men -and one young lady- clambering out of the vehicles and grabbing bag after bag of equipment.

Kondo regarded his small band of agents with fondness. It had been a harrowing year for the agency, and he had come close to losing two of his men only a short time ago. It was that near-catastrophe which prompted him to arrange this small getaway; an outing for the entire company; men who had become more like family than co-workers. They needed to escape the hardships of work and city-living for at least a short time.

As soon as they reached the clearing designated to them, Sannan and Inoue began pointing out where items should be placed in an attempt to keep the campsite somewhat organized. Tents and sleeping bags were piled high near a small stand of trees, cooking supplies and implements were set aside in the clearing meant for a fire, and the small amount of clothing and personal care products were set to the side until tents were set up. The last pile, which held the group’s assortment of fishing poles, tackle, bait and other such things was quickly ransacked by Heisuke and Souji, who stated they would be catching dinner.

Yamazaki and Shimada, the two newest members of the team, volunteered to gather the needed firewood and headed out in the opposite direction of the fishermen. Harada and Shinpachi tackled the job of setting up tents, and Harada couldn’t help but mention to Chizuru that she could share his if she became frightened during the night. Saito gave him a reproachful look but remained silent, instead turning to help Chizuru ready campfire.

Hijikata and Kondo grabbed the last two fishing poles and followed after Souji and Heisuke. It would be up to them to catch any meat for dinner. The only things the group had brought with them were nonperishables and root vegetables. And, truth be told, Hijikata was certain that Souji would find some way to cause trouble. He was going to ensure it wouldn’t be where the food was concerned. But as they got closer to the river that lay a few hundred yards from the campsite, Hijikata heard Heisuke squawk followed by a loud splash. He and Kondo broke into a run and arrived in time to find Heisuke attempting to climb out the river.

“What was that for, Souji?!” Heisuke asked, fuming.

“What do you mean?” Souji asked innocently.

“Don’t give me that! You pushed me!”

“I tripped! It was an accident....”

Heisuke looked skeptical, but he had no way of proving otherwise so he scowled but said nothing further.

Kondo chuckled and gave Heisuke a hand while Hijikata rolled his eyes and turned to Souji.

“Let’s just get some fish...without any more accidents.”

Souji grinned and the three oldest men set about baiting their hooks. Heisuke trudged back to camp to get dry clothes. When he arrived, Chizuru spotted him right away and cried out in dismay.

“Heisuke! What happened?”

“Souji....that’s what happened,” Heisuke grumbled as he fumbled through the bags until he located his own. He pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt and tossed the bag back onto the pile. When he turned around, Chizuru was looking at him sympathetically. “Ah, it’s nothing really. Anyway, after I change, I think I’ll go downriver a bit and fish by myself.”

“Would...you like some company? Or...” Chizuru started, but then she reconsidered. He had said he was going to fish alone. Maybe he didn’t want the company?

“Hey, that would be great, Chizuru! Have you ever fished before?”

When she shook her head, Heisuke flashed a quick grin. “That’s okay! I’ll show you how!” He dashed off, his momentary dark mood replaced with excitement.

He was back in minutes, ready to go, but then he frowned. “Oh...we don’t have enough fishing poles!” He looked so crestfallen that Chizuru reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“We can share, can’t we?”

“You know, you could help us with these tents, you little shit!” Shinpachi spoke up.

“No way! You know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen, right?” Heisuke quickly turned to Chizuru. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” He grabbed the pole and trotted back toward the river, Chizuru hastening to catch up.

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Later that evening, after a supper of fresh fish, heated beans, and vegetables, the group sat around the campfire and shared stories.  Heisuke retold how he had caught the fish he brought in for supper for the third time, eliciting a chorus of groans from the gathered men. Souji regaled them with all the ways Hijikata had kept him from catching any fish at all. Shinpachi and Harada told a couple of wild stories of their capers in their favorite bar, though Kondo quickly hushed them before they could get too detailed.

Sannan was in the middle of an especially creepy ghost story when they first heard it; a rustling of leaves somewhere just beyond the firelight, followed by a low growling moan. The men exchanged uneasy glances and Chizuru scooted just a tad bit closer to Heisuke. Yamazaki and Saito volunteered to investigate, allowing the others to continue enjoying the festivities.

None of them had thought to bring weapons, but all the men were well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, Chizuru had been coached in self-defense. If worse came to worse, they would not be helpless. The remaining members of the group watched Yamazaki and Saito disappear into the darkness and waited for a moment before turning back to Sannan.

“Please continue, Sannan-kun!” Kondo said with a smile.

Sannan nodded and resumed his tale, relishing the fact that it suddenly seemed far more real than before. His voice rose and lowered as he switched from character to character, and he was quite pleased with the effect it had -at least on Chizuru and Heisuke. The two of them practically clung to each other, their eyes wide. He was just reaching the dramatic ending when another noise erupted from the forest. Heisuke leapt to his feet.

“Guys, it’s been a while since Hajime and Yamazaki went looking, right?”

The comrades took a few seconds to discuss what steps to take next.

“Well, we shouldn’t all go trampling in at one time. And it could just be a ploy to get us away from camp.” Shinpachi looked at the faces of his friends, before continuing. “We’ll split up. Sano, Heisuke and I will go check it out and the rest of you stay here. If we aren’t back in five minutes, you know something is up.”

Everyone agreed, and the three men trotted off into the forest. The rest of the group sat around the fire in tense silence, waiting to hear from either Yamazaki and Saito or the trio that had just left. Chizuru watched the others anxiously, hoping that nothing was wrong. They waited the allotted five minutes, and neither team returned. By that time, Souji had had enough. He moved toward the tree line before any of the others had a chance to gain their feet.

“Souji, wait!” Hijikata called out, but was ignored. “Damnit!”

“He’ll be fine, Toshi,” Kondo said, coming up to lay a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Hijikata nodded and the remaining members of the group took off after Souji. Chizuru tagged along near the back of the group, her stomach in knots. She was able to fight, but she didn’t like it. She hoped that she wouldn’t need to do so today. Shimada dropped back to walk next to her, quiet and watchful. When Chizuru glanced up at him questioningly, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“I was asked to stay close.”

He said nothing more, not even to say who had asked him to watch over her. Chizuru thought about that as they picked their way through the bramble. Shimada was really only close to two people within the group; Shinpachi and Yamazaki. She wondered which one had made the request. But, in the end, it made no difference. She knew that they all looked out for her in some way. And she often found that charming, though it could also be quite...restrictive. She sighed and she picked up her pace. Souji was moving quickly and so all the men following were trying to catch up.

After several minutes, they began to hear the sounds of movement ahead. Crackling leaves, snapping twigs, and...what sounded to Chizuru like labored breathing, though she couldn’t be certain. She peeked up at Shimada to see if she could discern anything from him, and she knew that he heard it, too.

“What do you think it is,” she whispered.

Shimada glanced down at her and smiled. “Most likely an animal of some kind. Or it could be that Saito-san and Yamazaki decided to spar. Or Nagakura-san and the others are up to some mischief,” he added with a twinkle in his eye. “Whatever it is, I’m sure there’s nothing to worry...”

His words were cut off when Souji shouted somewhere ahead of them, and then all hell broke loose. Kondo, Hijikata, Sannan and Gen all broke into a run, and Shimada turned to Chizuru with a staying hand.

“You should stay here until we know what’s going on.”

He stayed with her, as he had promised, and while Chizuru didn’t want to seem ungrateful, she did want to see what was going on. She didn’t like being treated differently from the others; she was a team member, too, and she just wished they would remember that. She sighed, knowing they meant well, but feeling extremely frustrated. She decided to keep quiet at the moment. But she would be having a talk with the crew once they returned to work on Monday. Enough was enough!

Chizuru was drawn out of her thoughts by a sudden movement to her left. She turned just in time to see Harada crash to the ground, and a wild-looking man leap onto his chest.

“Shiranui-san! W-what are you doing here?” Chizuru’s eyes opened wide at the sight of the two men, scrambling on the ground, and then she began searching the area behind them.

“Looking for me, Chizuru?” a voice called out.

“Ah! K-Kazama-san!”

The man stepped into the clearing with a smirk, and right on his heels was Shinpachi.

“Oi! Don’t flatter yourself, asshole!” Shinpachi growled, stepping between Chizuru and her would-be suitor.

“You are in my way.”

“Damn right, I am!”

Kazama glared at Shinpachi and stepped to the side, resting his eyes on Chizuru once more.

“I wish to speak with my bride-to-be.”

“I-I am not your f-fiancé,” Chizuru stammered, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She had never met anybody who simply ignored another feelings so resolutely. Or maybe it was that he couldn’t accept that her heart belonged to another....though the ‘other’ in question had no idea.

Shiranui and Harada had stopped fighting and were watching the scene; one in amusement, the other in disgust.

“Kazama! How many times do you have to get rejected before it sinks in, eh?” Shiranui laughed, and then broke off when he felt a jab to his ribs.

“Hey...get off if we’re taking a break, you freak!” Harada growled. He poked Shiranui in the ribs once again.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Well I’m not. Get. Off.”

Shiranui sighed dramatically, but did as requested and rolled to the side. Their banter had attracted Kazama’s attention, and after a signal from Shinpachi, Shimada rushed Chizuru back toward camp. Kazama turned back to stop them, but Harada rose to his feet and stepped in front of him.

“Leave her be,” he warned quietly.

Kazama glowered at Harada but remained where he was. “Fine. I would rather speak to her later, anyway.

Shinpachi snorted. “Like she’d want anything to do with you.”

Kazama turned his eyes to Shinpachi and gave him a scornful smile. “We shall see.” He turned on his heel and marched back into the trees. “Come on, Shiranui, we’re leaving.”

Shiranui bristled. “I’m not your servant, Kazama.”

“No, but I am your ride out of here.”

“I’ll hitch a ride with Harada.”

“Like hell you will!” Harada said, turning to frown down at the dark-haired man.

“Ah, come on, Harada! Don’t you want to finish our fight?!” Shiranui grinned up at him. “How about winner gets to decide how I get home?”

Harada rolled his eyes and turned to Shinpachi. “Where are the others?”

“They’ll be along. I guess we can head back to camp. I’m sure Chizuru wants to hear about all this.”

Harada nodded and the two men walked away, leaving Shiranui sitting in the dust.

#november one shots #day twenty two #tent #shinsengumi

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Yesterday on...

Plotdale - 12th April 2017

[Running in the Village with Robert and Aaron who look unfairly adorable in their running gear *Fan Baiting Alert*] AARON: Why don’t you just go home Robert? You’re clearly not fit enough to keep up with me. (DANNY: Plus, Ryan, I know your knee is still bothering you and I can’t watch you limp anymore, bro) ROBERT: No Aaron, you’re my number one priority, so I must be seen doing these kinds of activities with you. If you’re going to be doing an activity that you’ve previously used as a method of self harming I have to appear willing to go with you to keep an eye on you. Plus, I need a reason to be outside right now. (RYAN: It’s getting better, honest. Nice that they keep giving me all these scenes where I have to walk and run though. But hey, at least the plot says I get to stop for now) *Two lines of cute banter* - for the fans ROBERT: Go on Aaron, I have a plot cramp. I’ll catch you up. AARON: Doubt it.

[In the Village with Robert and Rebecca. Swing set clearly shown as Robert walks by…as if the audience needed a reminder] ROBERT: Have you done the thing I’m forcing you to do yet? I have my evil reputation to keep up. REBECCA: Later today, as you asked. I am deeply conflicted about this. Doesn’t it show? ROBERT: What time is it exactly? I need to know so I can stalk you later and make sure you really did the thing. REBECCA: *Shows appointment on phone* There you go. Happy stalking! Oh and just to give you another opportunity to sound like a jerk, happy now? ROBERT: I will be when it’s done. (Thanks, I needed that. I wasn’t sure my jerkish side was properly showing in this scene yet)

[Dale View with Rebecca, Ross, and of course our favorite reminder, Moses!] REBECCA: *slightly cutesy voice to show potential maternal side* Hello adorable child. ROSS: I was gonna call you but the plot dictated I wait for you to come see me holding my adorable son. REBECCA: I’m sorry about everything. I didn’t want you to find out when you did but it had to be done in public so that Robert could hear it too and look utterly panicked while his husband stood by completely oblivious in what he considered a ‘country squire’ look. ROSS: Do you want to go to bed? No, not you Rebecca, I just needed to say a weird line that could sound like innuendo just to make this whole situation more awkward but still come out vaguely endearing at the end of it. Just give me a second. *Puts Moses down to read a book* *Good Dad Alert* ROSS: I still don’t get it. We were dead careful with protection when we were shagging in the toilet and all those other half drunken times! REBECCA: I know. Totally! That’s because we were never meant to have a child together.  ROSS: Look I’m not ready to be a dad again and I know that’s not where this plot is going, which is *Whew!* what a relief. I mean to be constantly tied to you and your plots has been terrible for me so far.  REBECCA: Don’t worry about it. I’m getting rid of it and I’m really sad about it for plot reasons that I can’t get into right now.  ROSS: Do you want me to come with you? *Good ‘Boyfriend’ Alert* REBECCA: No I’m better on my own. And the plot needs me to be by myself so that Robert can come and yell at me later outside the clinic. But I’m telling you all this now so that you’ll show up too for further plot things.

[The Cafe with Rebecca and Victoria] VICTORIA: Hey, you’re still pregnant and I’m not. Do you want this gross test back that I’ve been carrying around for days for no reason. I hear people like to keep them. REBECCA: Only if they’re keeping the baby, which I’m not for the moment.  VICTORIA: I didn’t realize. Is Ross not being perfect through all of this? Cause it’s just as much his fault as it is yours. REBECCA: Yeah if it were Ross’s kid it would be an even split of the blame but since it’s Robert’s, I’m definitely just the victim in all of this because he needs to look like the bad guy. But Ross has been surprisingly understanding for the sake of the plot and comparison to Robert. But he’s not looking to add another random child to his screen time and I’m not allowed to have this baby because Robert is evil so… VICTORIA: But are you sure? *Sounds of fandom screaming SHUT UP VIC!* REBECCA: I’ve made up my mind *Fandom sigh*

[Cafe with Victoria and Adam] ADAM: Hey Babe, I know you’re upset about not being pregnant but let’s just tease a Bartsugsy double date *Fan Baiting Alert* VICTORIA: The fans wouldn’t enjoy it right now but I’m not in the mood anyway. Let’s just forget about getting pregnant for now. The plot wants me to be sad about not having a baby I desperately want while my idiot brother and his one night stand run around arguing over getting rid of theirs. ADAM: Oh come on Babe! It’s just plot, it’s nothing to get upset over!

[Dale View with Ross and Pete] PETE: Our taxi firm is failing because there’s no way it ever should have worked anyway. We need money. ROSS: Huh? Sorry I’m really distracted by my not really girlfriend aborting the baby that’s not mine anyway. But money, yeah. *Files that thought away for a later scene* Look, the plot needs me to go stand outside a clinic at the perfect time to see Robert and Bex arguing. I have to hurry. I can’t be late.

[Robert and Rebecca outside the clinic] ROBERT: Please Bex! REBECCA: Please what, Robert? Please tell you I did the thing so you can go back to your life like this storyline was never planned in the first place? *Fan’s Screaming YES PLEASE!* ROBERT: You better not have changed your mind because the fans still need to have hope that this will all go away. REBECCA: It’s not a quick fix, Robert. I have to wait! ROBERT: What the hell for? REBECCA: Do you really want all the details? ROBERT: Actually yes and the audience would too. Do explain. REBECCA: Well, first I have to actually have an ultrasound to make sure this plot is really happening and we’re not getting out of it that easily. Then I have to arbitrarily wait a month after that. ROBERT: Why? That can’t be right. REBECCA: (EMILY: Because you and Danny have holidays to go on, Ryan. Maybe the fans can blame you for this story being dragged out more instead of sending me hate) ROBERT: (RYAN: Right. I’ve got a Brazilian wedding to go to with my perfect wife. Wow, I’m so glad I never got forced into being on social media!) ROBERT: Bex, I’m so sorry about all of this, really. I don’t want the audience to think I’m all bad. I’ve really grown as a person this last year and a half.  REBECCA: Yeah, but last time you told me that it wasn’t the right time for us but if I accidentally got pregnant again when you slept with me on one of your bad days, that we would get to play happy families! I am such an idiot to have ever listened to a word you said! ROBERT: Now you’re getting it. But I did mean it at the time, honest! REBECCA: I don’t even care anymore *Speaking for the fandom, unfortunately* ROSS: *watches from afar and starts generating an idea to move the plot along*

[Rebecca and Ross at Home Farm] ROSS: *being shifty* Hey how are you? REBECCA: Still pregnant. Have to wait a month for reasons out of my control. ROSS: *still being shifty* Shame, you should have taken someone with you, a friend perhaps. Maybe a certain tall blonde who’s currently shacked up with his bit of rough.  REBECCA: Nope, I was totally on my own. There was no one else there and that’s fine with me. ROSS: You know what, we were barely in a relationship anyway and it was only for various plot reasons. Remember that time I made out with you so that the woman I actually pine over could steal money from your family! That was fun. Anyway. I think we should end our non existent thing. REBECCA: Yeah, fine, sure. If you don’t mind though, I’m going to cry after you shut the door because I’m still working on that audience sympathy thing. 

[Adam and Victoria in the Woolpack kitchen] ADAM: No double date *Fan Baiting False Alarm* VICTORIA: It’s fine, they wouldn’t have been that happy about it.  ADAM: I’m sorry the plot still won’t let us get pregnant. We should go to the doctor and find out why. Now that I’ve decided I really want this baby, I will of course be the problem. But I love you, Vic, and I probably won’t do anything at all to screw that up after I find out I’m the problem. VICTORIA: Love you too babe!

[Pete, Ross, Robert and Aaron in the Pub] PETE: We’re still struggling for money. It’s all Finn’s fault ROSS: I know a way we can get the money! AARON: *Phone Rings* It’s Liv. Let me go in the back and leave you to the plot Robert, so I can remain in the dark about everything. ROSS: Hey, Rob, I bet your husband would love to know that Rebecca is carrying your baby. Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I was, of course, standing outside the clinic while you were arguing with Rebecca.  ROBERT: You’re crazy! I’m with Aaron. In fact I’m going to go talk to him now because I’m starting to panic.

[Robert and Aaron in the back room of the pub] AARON: Sandra is still conveniently not doing well we Liv and my mum have to stay put. (DANNY: Lucy and Isobel’s time off is really messing with the pacing of this storyline.) ROBERT: We should totally go and visit. We never got a honeymoon because the plot had to have you go to prison so that you could spiral and we could fight and I could do….stuff…so we should go now and see your mum who hates me and your sister. (RYAN: But we have holidays too Danny, so we’re all screwing it up) AARON: I don’t know, this seems suspicious but okay, we’ll go. As long as you can get time off work.  ROBERT: We’ve covered this, I only do my job when it serves the plot or I need an excuse. Plus, I’d do anything for you! *Reminds the audience that I love you and only you*

[Robert and Ross in the Pub] ROSS: Running away Robert? ROBERT: Yes, it’s the logical thing to do. We have to drag this out as long as possible but I still want to enjoy time with my husband so we can’t be here. ROSS: Maybe I should tell Aaron anyway.  ROBERT: No, don’t! I really want to enjoy the next two weeks. What do you want? ROSS: Money of course. ROBERT: Now that I’ve finally been allowed to say I have money again, I’m not paying you a penny. ROSS: Then I’ll just tell Aaron that you and Rebecca were at it when he was banged up in prison. Wow, this storyline is really harsh! I’d like five grand please. I think Aaron’s worth it, don’t you? ROBERT: *Looks really guilty* Good thing Aaron can’t see my face right now. 

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