#'falling out' just does not capture it the way 'divorce' does

[gossamer-green]

are/were these two characters in a relationship? no

do they even want to be? also no

but!

that doesn’t mean they can't divorce. in fact, they have divorced each other before. and they will do it again

[justagalwhowrites]

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Joel Miller x Female Reader

Oneshots/Requests

Joyeux Noël - A Lavender AU Christmas Story

Bane of My Existence (QZ Smuggler!Joel Miller x Female Reader)

Undone (Dom!Joel Miller x Sub!Female Reader)

Take Care (Dom!Joel Miller x Sub!Female Reader)

Just to be Sure (Husband!Joel x Wife!Reader)

Homecoming (DBF!Joel x Female Reader)

Lavender No Outbreak AU Masterlist

Sick Leave (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)

Date Night (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)

Girl Dad (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)

Long Day (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender AU)

Long Distance (DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader from Homecoming)

Pick Me (Joel Miller x Female Reader)

Proof of Life (Darkish!Joel Miller x Female Reader, QZ era)

The Watch (Joel Miller x Female Reader, QZ era)

Fucksgiving 2K23: Gray Sweatpants

Game Time - A New in Town College Football One Shot

Wonderland - A Lavender No Outbreak AU One Shot

What Was Lost... - A Lavender One Shot set between chapters 8 and 9

...Can Be Found - A Lavender One Shot set between chapters 47 and 48

Expecting - A Lavender Drabble set between chapters 48 and 49

Undone - No Outbreak AU Joel Miller x Female Reader

Curse and Comfort - A Jackson!Joel Period One Shot

Yearling

After years of surviving in the wilds of Wyoming after the cordyceps outbreak, you find yourself in Jackson. It's a town filled with friendly faces and the kind of world you hardly remember, let alone can connect with or understand. But one man - Joel Miller, another loner, like you - makes you think that trying to find your place in society again might be worth it.

A slow burn friends-to-lovers fan fic.

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Yearling No Outbreak AU

Bambi and Joel find each other in every timeline.

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The Savage and the Sanctuary

After the death of his daughter, Joel Miller fell apart. But when searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle and within his own rage doesn't fix it, he resigns himself to working for his brother in private security. It's a job that starts him down the path to stability and a semblance of a life, even if it's not one he particularly wants. At least it does until you show up.

The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?

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Halcyon

When your life falls apart, you find yourself back in your hometown of Austin, Texas for the first time in more than a decade. Eager to make your own way after a rough divorce, you reconnect with your high school best friend Joel Miller - a man you never thought would be in your life again.

Things have changed since your falling out just before you left for college but friendship with Joel comes easy. His life isn't in any better shape than your own and the two of you make a vow to get your acts together - personal, professional and romantic - in the span of a year. But will your burgeoning connection make it so you can figure everything out or will your history together get in the way?

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Stranger in a bar

You meet a stranger in a bar, one who is fun and sexy and makes you wonder if the single life is all it's cracked up to be. But there's one big problem: you probably shouldn't be fucking your dad's best friend.

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Run Rabbit

It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They’re harsh, they’re cold and they’re killers. But, as a nurse, you’re a valuable person to have around and they’re not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

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Holly Jolly

Joel Miller has never been a fan of Christmas. It's stressful, it's expensive and it's depressing. But a chance meeting in line to take his five-year-old daughter to see Santa might just change that.

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New in Town

When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.

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Haunted House - A Halloween one shot

Manic Monday - A New in Town Drabble

Lavender

An age-gap grumpy/sunshine friends-to-lovers (and eventually friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers) fanfic that starts pre-outbreak. Will be long running and updated regularly and run through the outbreak and at least season one of TLOU.

Lavender Masterlist

Lavender No Outbreak AU Masterlist

My casting of the OCs

Found Family - Fan Art

Joel & Doc - Fan Art

Family Portrait

Joel - Fan Art

The Mandalorian x Female Reader

Excerpts and previews of Beskar Doll (found in total on AO3), an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers slow burn fic.

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Buycika - a Beskar Doll Drabble

Growing - A Beskar Doll Drabble

Overcome - Din Djarin x Female Reader

For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

Featuring Joel Miller, Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin

[bullet-prooflove]

One Night: Donovan Rocker x Reader

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Companion piece to Reputation

You’ve ruined Donovan Rocker for anyone else. He realises that after the first night you spend together. It’s the most debauched night he’s had in his life, and it only continues the longer this thing between the two of you goes on.

With Val his sex life was vanilla, missionary once a month on date night. They’d tried a few other things, cowgirl, doggie style but Val liked what she liked, and he accommodated her. He’d had a couple of dates after the divorce, but they weren’t anything special. They’d helped him blow off a little steam, but they were nothing compared to the shit you get up to.

He thinks trust is the reason it works so well. It’s long established, he’s known you for a couple of years at this point. You’re on different teams these days. He’s a Sergeant on 50 Squad and you’re on 20. He thinks the fact you’re on the job gives you unique insight into why he is the way he is, why he craves the things he does. There’s no judgement from you when he asks for something a little intense, he’s discovered you like to play and explore as much as he does.

The only problem is, you treat this thing like it's casual, for Donovan it’s anything but.

You’ve given him a wild ride tonight, hand on his throat as you fuck him within an inch of his life. When you squeeze just right, he arches up into you, a moan tearing from his chest. When you come, you take him with you, dragging him over the edge as his cheeks flush that pretty shade of pink.

He’s barely had time to catch his breath before your slipping out from underneath his sheets. You scoop up your vest top from the floor, tugging it on over your curves so that it falls mid-thigh. His hand captures yours, tugging you back down onto the edge of the bed.

“Stay a little.” He requests.

“Donovan…”

He adores the way you say his name. He’s always been Rocker until that night in Noche, and now he’s Donovan, the man that loves you more than life itself.

“We’ve talked about this.” You remind him as he shifts into a sitting position. His hand comes to rest on upon your shoulder, his thumb skirting over the nape of your neck. Its an intimate little gesture, an admission that he wants more from arrangement the two of you have.

“We have.” He agrees as his lips follow suit, his heated mouth ghosts up the curve of your throat, his arms wrapping around you and drawing you back into the shelter of his body. “But what’s wrong with this?”

“Donovan…” You chide.

You’re giving in though, he can tell. It’s in the way you lean back into him. That smile on your lips as you let out that laugh, the one that makes his world just a little bit brighter. He’s found that ticklish spot just under the hinge of your jaw and now, he’s exploiting it.

“Stay.” He whispers into your ear.

“Just tonight.” You tell him. “Only one night.”

***

The problem is once you break one rule, it becomes easier to break the rest.

You’ve always had a reputation as the good girl. You follow orders with precision, you always play it safe. You’re solid, dependable. You’re also sleeping with a fellow officer, something that no one would ever suspect. You’ve always had a rule about dating cops, the first thing you learn as a woman on the force is not to fall into bed with a colleague. You’ve never had a problem with it until that night at Noche, the night Donovan walked into the bar where you played violin and saw the real you, the one you’ve kept hidden from everybody else. You’ve always been attracted to him but there was something special about that evening, you were coming off the high of performing and the way he looked at you…

You’ve never wanted someone so much.

It was meant to be a one-time thing but Donovan, he captivates you. You’ve always had a fascination with the edgier side of things, it’s the reason you dress the way you do when you play, it brings out the bad girl, the person you don’t get to be on SWAT. Donovan embraces that side of you, he understands it because deep down the two of you are exactly the same.

Which is why you stay over that night, because truly the two of you have something special. You just don’t want to be the woman that other cops think is fair game if things go sideways.

It doesn’t stop you from staying over on a regular basis, from kissing him goodbye on the doorstep when you leave. You go out for breakfast at the café around the corner, try to outpace each other during your morning run. When you’re sick, he comes over, takes care of you because he can’t stand the idea of you fending for yourself.

It becomes a full-blown relationship without you even realising it until one night you’re changing out an ice pack because he got clipped during an op. He takes it from you, hissing through his teeth before he places it upon the space where the bullet struck his vest. It had been close today; Stevens had told you when they’d gotten back to headquarters. It had freaked out his entire team.  It had scared the hell out of you.

“I love you.” You tell him, your thumb ghosting over his cheekbone as he looks up at you.

He reaches for your free hand, a smile playing across his lips as he pulls you down into his lap. Your thighs hug his hips, his fingertips brush a stray strand of hair back behind your ear as he looks into your eyes and says.

“I love you too.”

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[oatmealcrisp-freak]

im rolling around and trying to decide how much i care about characters being in character, given my stance on death of the author. on one hand of course i love these characters very much and want to try to stay true to them. when they're horribly misconstrued it genuinely irritates me, and i dislike to think i might be doing that myself. ofc this characterization exists largely in my head, i'm not the original author, though i hope that the ideas are well-informed and supported by canon...

but on the other hand going through the number of times ive tagged saiki as ooc and have had a goddamn good time bending and twisting that little pink guy... he is not canonically a yandere. not even a little bit, though his habitual stalking and obsessive tendencies and

could potentially inform such a nature. canonically he works himself into the ground trying to AVOID hurting people. even the thugs he assaults aren't physically traumatized, only terrified enough that they're put off capturing both him and the meras. you could legitimately make a case for self-harm given how terribly he isolates himself because he considers his very presence around 'normal' people dangerous. to himself, yes, but largely to THEM. saiki looks at his crush, looks at the effect his presence has on his crush (or rather the cliches around said guy), and promptly nopes tf out and never approaches ever again, even working to set satou up with suzumiya.

and yet yandere!saiki, my favourite lil guy :( rip tear and kill my dude

essentially i have two very characterizations going on for Mr. Nikiforov. Viktor 'Doesn't wanna hurt anyone but has severe foot in mouth disease' and Victor 'I will ruin your whole life just give me a reason'. It could be fun reconciling the one into the other. There could be a case of denial going on. you'd expect either version would sooner swandive out a window and run away before trying to deliberately hurt yuuri. and yet.

Mr. I came here to seduce you but I will literally leave if you don't lose weight. Mr. I won't kiss anything but a gold medal. Mr. We're not getting married for silver. Mr. "Oops, watch the nose blood!" and then Yuuri crashes face first into the floor. Mr. I'm trying to motivate you and choosing the meanest way to do it every single time for the lols OOPS IT SHATTERED

Mr. I'm clearly still attracted to you even though I just made it apparent your waistline is a deal-breaker for me, so your weight actually isn't a deterrent even a lil, I still think you're super sexy let's fuck right here right now. You're single, right? Look at my tits.

Mr. Mixed Messages!

Mostly, people like to think of themselves as 'good'. Where do you fall on that scale, Mr. Nikiforov?

I'm writing the break up fic largely because I've read other ones where I was pretty dissatisfied with the characterization therein. The goal is, absolutely, ultimately, the ego death of both parties. There's going to be some pretty extreme circumstances leading into that.

But, kicking over the body and examining it, how to make it believable enough it doesnt stretch my own sense of disbelief...

it could be a matter of just needing to write more to see where it goes. it all makes grand sense in my head! but translating that into a document has proven a bit challenging.

im looking at teruhashi and understanding how she couldve possibly thought she had a crush on saiki when she clearly didnt care for him at the start. i'm thinking about victor so much and he's literally not even my favourite guy, but maybe it turns out he is lmao

come to me, wonderful fanfic where yuuri does nothing wrong and is a perfect angel and takes everything from chris to makka in the divorce because victor fucked up so badly and It's Still Believable, COME TO ME

[porkcutletbowl44]

Brain surgery time.

this will contain spoilers for Far From Perfect if you are not caught up to the latest chapter, proceed with caution

This is a very indepth explanation of Simon's character in the fic and his entire influence and role.

This is a whole lot of yapping. I mean that, there's yapping about everything that revolves around Simon and a very deep dive about his character. So, if you don't wanna get into Simon's brain, just don't read. If you wanna yap about other characters and their flaws? Pop in my ask box. (Warning, dark topics are mentioned.)

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I have never tried to write stuff like this before, and the mixed feedback has my brain hurting so much to try and fully capture and describe the train wreck going on in Simon's head.

I wanted to portray things that are never acknowledged, and how this literally does affect relationships. And what's a better way to do that than have Simon being the perfect candidate?

Simon's character is much more complex than his normally written personality, which is still somewhat kept in the fic. I struggle sometimes, because I have to stop and think what would Simon do, rather than a person with a healthy mindset about relationships think.

It was easier to write the pulling away part, commitment issues can exist while staying faithful, and that is very often self destructive behavior with a unfair reason "Oh, they would of left me anyways. This way, I won't get hurt." Or, "They won't get hurt because of me and my flaws."

Because yeah, Simon would distance himself for the safety of people he cares about.

But falling in love? That's tricky. I have lots of Simon memories back when everything was fine while in the present, he was very cold and and closed off, trying his hardest to get mama to hate him and not want to speak to him.

Why? Because (some, i.e. me) with abandonment issues push people away before either party get too close, get too personal (yes, this also brings in trust issues but i wouldn't go as far as SEVERE trust issues, more like having difficulty explaining these issues and/or emotions.) And yes, Simon thrives on a heavy mutual trust foundation.

Simon is a character that leans more towards practical, simple straight to the point actions. What would he know about relationships past the basic respect and care stuff? Respecting wishes and being a decent partner? Little to nothing after that.

He obviously told mama about his past, hense on their honeymoon she was very careful (and a side note I will say she was very careful and patient with him after learning everything) and he was generally honest about everything.

Why the change?

Simple, because how many people feel what Simon feels? Who ever talks about the part after being with someone for so long? Who talks about anything that's never mentioned?

I've been present for a lot of messy relationships, I've seen some crazy shit, I've helped some crazy shit, I've had to be in the middle of two people getting a divorce and let me tell you Simon and Mama's relationship isnt even the tip of the iceberg. The relationship they have as of now is a walk in the park, but that doesn't mean it's okay and healthy.

Simon is a literal nightmare, the worst ex you could ask for because of how terrible he is with everything.

Simon has his original lore; buried alive, torture, hook to the ribs, all his friends are dead, yada yada he's got it all.

Child abuse can cause a lot of different psychological damage: stutter problems, speech impediments in general, dissociative amnesia, anger issues, self harm, trust issues, and a whole list that stretches out twice around my house and shit and he OBVIOUSLY doesn't have these problems.

And obviously, nobody is walking away from that fine and dandy. And even more obviously, Simon had a fuck ton of therapy in order to keep working in the military. A stable mindset is a very high must in his line of work, so he's not suffering from crippling PTSD he just raw dogs it and doesn't let get to him and is generally just pissed about the nightmares coming every once in awhile.

Simon isn't some anxious riddled soldier, he's a professional on the battlefield and a complete new born to the relationship field. LOOK AT HIM, does he really look like he's had a long term stable relationship given everything he's been through? Constantly deployed on dangerous shit, deployed for long times, damn good at what he does, etc. How can someone like him have a long term relationship when all a partner would do is worry and wait around? So 100% his first time of a lot of things with mama in the marriage aspect.

So naturally, I spent hours thinking 'What trauma and emotional flaws could I give him that would stick around no matter what?'

There's some bits of his personality and influences in the games and comics that kinda remind me of teeny tiny bits of BPD at its smallest. So, I figured BPD would be perfect for him in the fic, the mood swings for the jealousy, the guilt, resentment, heart break, and then picking petty fights. Very obviously, Simon is BPD coded for the simple fact of all these changes in his life, and because I believe he would have a form of this disorder since it can be developed and inherited from genetics (his father, the asshole has some screws loose in his head and likely could have gotten it from him.)

But let's dig a little deeper into his head.

Abandonment. He hasn't had many to stay with him, they all die, either because of him or just in the battlefield. His father was abusive, his mom didn't appear to do much about it, then his brothers family was murdered. So yes, Simon is terrified of the thought of losing his love and family.

And feeling the things he felt one day? Yeah, that'd scare the fuck out of anyone feeling that shit for the first time. Imagine thinking that you don't love someone anymore, or vise versa, a normal person would talk about it with their partner, right? Yeah well not Simon.

Simon pushes Mama away, in fear of him getting hurt, or him hurting her.

The first chapter has been deleted and rewritten. So. Many. Times. I couldn't quite figure out how I wanted to play it. I'm a sucker for things that don't make sense. I like to come up with theories, to watch everything play out, to wait and see.

So, that's what I did. The other drafts I had was too straight forward and I felt like wasn't going to capture anyone's attention because I wanted people to think 'Why the fuck is Simon doing this?'

I wanted him complicated. So complicated that it would make so many people mad, why you may ask? Because I wanted people to try and understand what this feels like. Confused, angry that you don't understand. I wanted people to relate to Simon without them knowing. And for a few, I saw that I did. I wanted him extra flawed, make lots of mistakes and act on impulse that result in bad outcomes and then have him figure out how to fix it and come to terms with himself.

I often stress myself in deep thought that maybe I have over complicated this fic. I've over complicated it so much that people who did give it a chance have just kinda dipped because it's too much, there's little information (or a fuck ton) in massive chapters and they only stayed for the romance for Keegan (which I completely understand, I love to write Keegan but I also have ground to cover for Simon too.)

I think maybe some have forgotten this fic is about Simon and Keegan. It's about both of them trying to figure out what's going on. Yes, the fic is kinda about Simon and his feelings, but Keegan also has his own set of struggles, just like mama; fuck it, EVERYONE has struggles at this point.

Simon is a first time father and husband, he makes mistakes, mama makes mistakes, everyone does in the fic. Simon just has a very poor fashion of expressing himself and owning up to it (hence why he's so slow and hesitant to do anything)

Simon is in a way, a villain. He's not a justified one completely, and he's also not a psychopath given he's feeling a lot of guilt and sadness and overall feeling very shitty. Everyone has very different opinions, and I almost think that they are going to change the farther along we go.

I'm sorry if Simon's reasoning is boring. I'm sorry you were hoping for something grand and super seriously shocking and cliche that others would write but I wanted to strive for extremely different. I wanted to do things that people wouldn't even think about.

If I have forgotten anything, let's yap about it. Or, if you wanna yap about other characters, LETS DO IT.

[miniscrew-anon]

About Dark and Shadow's Past

Finding out that Dark and Shadow knew each other before Dark went away was eyeopening, because that means they've known each other for a really long time. But exactly how long? And how old were they when they met? Time for me to do my patented Over-analyze move and scrape every canon detail together to form a rough timeline.

Okay so let's start with what we know and work backwards; Time, as of the HSH, is 38. Twilight is 23. And Four is 22-23.

We know Time was dealing with the Termina situation for years, although the number of years is unclear. The only information we have is that we know Malon and him divorced just a few weeks before Majora was murdered and Time was put in the hospital. Thanks to the hospital records Hyrule sends Twilight in HSH ch.4, he know Time was between 25-30 years old at the time. That means that at max the Termina Conflict was between 8 and 13 years ago.

That would make Time, as of his divorce and Majora's deaths, between 25-30.

Next, we also know that the last time Twilight saw Time and Malon together and happy was when he was "a kid". Not super descriptive, but at least we can say that he was probably 12 or younger. That would mean at minimum it happened 11 years ago, which falls neatly between our 13-8 year gap. Since I don't think there's any definitive way to narrow it down further, I'm going to just go with Time and Malon being divorced when Time was 27. And since we know that Time and Malon were newly weds when they moved to Termina (the townhouse was the first time they were living together as per HSH for the Holidays ch.4), that means they got married After Time had dealt with Ganon. Let's assume they were married for 2 years - long enough for the divorce process, Malon to grow roots in the city and stay after the divorce, and have a dysfunctional marriage.

So Time was approximately 25 when he was married.

Now, let's talk Dark's timeline. We know very little about him. The only truly definitive information we have is that he was caught and jailed when he was 19 and that his capture did not coincide with Ganon's defeat. He was questioned in prison, so he had active information that the crown was still using to combat Ganon. We also know that he was modified to look like Time. Being so young, he would have to have been close in age with Time, who I can only assume is slightly older than Dark. Also Time would have had to have made some sort of name for himself to prompt Ganon to create Dark. The process to look for someone to deal with Time started when Dark was 16, so that's another 3 years that Time must have been an active participant in the war.

Time didn't finish high school, so I think he got recruited at around 16 (not sure - I don't remember specifically. My mind doesn't hold Time lore like is does for everyone else lol. Please if someone's got that old post about Time's backstory send me the link so I can double check). Assuming he didn't get actively involved for a few years to train, let's say the Great Deku Tree died 3 years later when Time was 19 - old enough to be a participant but still young. A year or so would be sufficient to make a name, prompting Ganon to start looking for a double.

So during the Ganon War, Time is 21 and Dark is 16.

Time arrests Dark when he is 24 and Dark is 19. A five year gap.

That means as of HSH, after 14 years of prison, Dark is roughly 33.

Now for Shadow.

We know even less about him, if you can believe that. In fact just about the only thing we know about him is that he's around Four's age.

Four is 22-23. Let's say 23, to give ourselves as much leeway as possible. At first I would have put Shadow at the same age but if Shadow is 23 that means Dark would have gone away when Shadow was 9. Not impossible, but not plausible either - Shadow seems too young to connect to Dark and I doubt 19yr old Dark would care about a kid that young. So I'd say Shadow is actually a few years older than Four, maybe 25-26. That would make Shadow 11-12 when Dark was arrested. Old enough to have some time to form some sort of a bond if Shadow is mature for his age.

So that means that by the time Dark was captured, he was 19 and Shadow was about 12.

This may not be accurate - there is very little concrete evidence and there's plenty of wriggle room for change. Maybe Dark is younger, maybe Shadow is older. I have no idea. The only thing I do know is that I'm intrigued by these two and their mysterious connection.

These days they have that antagonistic friendship that is so typical for a duo of skrunkly criminals. But I do wonder what kind of relationship they had back in the day - some sort of twisted Big Brother Program energy? Or was it friendly with Dark using Shadow as a way to subconsciously cling to some form of childhood, despite how messed up both of them were. Or was Shadow trying to get a leg up by networking with Ganon's shiny new child soldier? Did Dark warn Shadow off of getting involved with the Dragmire clan to spare him the shit he himself went through?

I have so many questions and I am, as always, eagerly awaiting any information about these two.

(@st0rmyskies how did I do? Did I get even slightly close or am I off by a mile?)

[winvyre]

OC-tober But I Have No Prompts And Just Do Whatever I Want: Day 16

SUPER LONG POST!!!!

Originally my version of a Glitter Force series (that show altered my brain chemistry), a combination of three total generations and various artistic outputs of general magical girl brainrot has produced [Magical Girl Show].

From left to right (Name/Alias): Elodie/Peony, Adita/Cirque, Megha/Sukha, Imani/Lemondrop.

Each girl's design is based on her insecurities and interests (it goes with the whole "magic comes from the heart lore). All the good stuff is under the cut!

Protagonists:

Elodie had to grow up too fast and she likes gardening so her theme is flower. She was placed in a caregiver role when she was pretty young because her mother fell ill, her father isn't very paternal (he's always away on business, only ever dropping in occassionally to buy back his kids' affection with gifts or mailing in a check to cover expenses. He also cheated on his wife after she got sick and has a secret second family he prefers), and she has two younger siblings who need to be taken care of. The outfit also takes inspiration from classic ballerinas because she used to love ballet but had to quit to have more time so she started gardening as a close-to-home way of coping. Elodie chooses the name Peony because her mom had a prized peony bush in the front yard that sparked her love for gardening.

At first Elodie only participates because Adita begged her (Adita was once one of Elodie's bullies) but she realizes she feels empowered being a magical girl and a genuine friendship starts blossoming between them (but beware the lingering resentment). Her weapon is a rake that she uses like a combat staff and flies on like a witch would with a broom.

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Megha was always the happy-go-lucky, bubbly, optimist type. When her parents divorced and she had to move away from her community, she kept a smile on her face even as she was consumed by depression and crippling loneliness. The more she overcompensates the worse she feels but she can't face her darkness or she'll fall apart. She'll pop like a bubble (her theme!) Megha chooses the name Sukha as a nod to her Hindu culture and as a wish to feel all right again.

Being a magical girl distracts Megha from her bad thoughts and gives her a friend group to hang out with. She may be on good terms with pretty much everyone but she isn't really close with anyone until she bonds with her team but then we get to have "are we really friends or do we just hang out because we're forced to" angst. She does gain a girlfriend in Elodie by the end. Her weapon is a giant bubble wand that summons giant bubbles for capture/containment or she can sit/stand and float on them (only Megha can touch them without becoming trapped).

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Shamefully, Imani is not as developed as the other characters. I can't even seem to get her transformed design right. Here's what I do have: Imani has self worth issues and struggles with feelings of envy. She's "sour," like her theme of lemon, after living in her older sister's shadow. She was Adita's best friend when they were little. Her reason for accepting magical girl duty? Partially Imani wants to reconnect and partially being told she's special makes her feel good. Her weapon is the soda cans attached to the belt on her dress which she can pull the tab off of and throw and they'll explode like a grenade but it's more like a shockwave than fire and death. The tabs can then be used as throwing stars.

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Adita is the main character.

Groundbreaker (the mallet) chooses Adita to carry on Blanc's legacy then won't let her discard it, reappearing nearby every time she tries to get rid of it. The bad guys won't leave Dita alone because she has Groundbreaker. Unless she's chill with dying, she kinda has to fight back. Even though she's resistant at first, eventually, being the "chosen one" goes to her head so she gets unchosen until she stops being a jerk.

Adita feels the need to perform for others so her theme is circus/carnival. She has to do well in school and activities and act strong through her chronic pain so she doesn't bother anyone with her "neediness." Her parents put a lot of pressure on her and they don't understand yet that her pain just won't go away. It's constant.

"But who is Blanc?"

I'm glad you asked! But first, the magic system and other internal logic because I'm an info-dumping fiend!

Setting & Magic System:

Transformations are done via sticker.

In the original pilot, this is only used on the Demises (bad guys' monster of the week that replaced Bafoons. They were inanimate objects turned evil and when they activated they created an arena with invisible walls to hide the destruction from onlookers and a magic time loop to reset the damage when that arena disappeared) and the magical girl transformation is done via Glitter Pact (because I was writing a Glitter Force series).

In [Magical Girl Show], the Demises work a bit differently and the sticker catalyst applies to everyone.

-=+=-

In the unnamed Magical Girl Realm, technology was developed that allowed people to enhance their magical abilities with a sticker stuck over their heart. Because magic comes from the heart.

The sticker merely collects the magic in the world to a single spot where it can be drawn upon. The manifestation is based on the user's personality and the normally gray circle sticker changes its appearance to reflect that.

Without this sticker, magic is limited in the MG Realm and impossible on Earth.

The unnamed Big Bad modifies and abuses this technology to channel magic into unwilling participants and thus create the Demises. This kind of exploitation is why only a chosen few in the MG Realm get to be magical warriors.

-=+=-

At first, the magical warriors were general law enforcement, emergency responders, etcetera. When BBEG started manufacturing his own stickers and dishing them out to his followers (like the goons who are in a perma-transformed state) and started his takeover, they became actual warriors who fought the darkness. The war was long and destructive but Blanc was able to defeat the BBEG and seal the darkness away using Groundbreaker.

When, centuries later, the war restarted and the MG Realm fell to the BBEG, some of the people fled to Earth which is how three stickers ended up there. The immigrants settled down, started families, and now, fifty years later, they must pass on their knowledge to a new generation of magical girls so that their stickers can be used to end the war once and for all.

A warrior can relinquish their sticker and set it back to a neutral state wherein it is no longer connected to their heart (after being activated for the first time, the stickers are connected to the user no matter how far apart they are as long as that user has magical girl potential).

Blanc never relinquished her sticker, so it never went back to neutral. This is why Adita cannot transform for most of the story. (Blanc is not wholly dead either and death counts as a form of relinquishment)

A part of Blanc's soul is in Groundbreaker, which is how a mallet can choose a holder, so Adita is using Blanc's magic when she fights. This is until some milestone happens and Blanc is finally put to rest (you can stop trying to please everyone now, sweetie) and Groundbreaker changes appearance to coincide with Adita's new alias as Cirque. (The hammer becomes the sticker because the transformation is no longer active but the hammer comes back once Adita transforms because the reason why she was chosen in the first place is because of how similar she and Blanc are.)

And now we can get into who Blanc is!

Blanc:

Blanc was one of the first of the ancient magical girls who were a part of the warrior generation. And she was by far the most powerful. She was the one who sealed away the BBEG with Groundbreaker which is why the goons want it: because they think the only weapon that can free their master is the same one that defeated him.

Blanc's costume takes more inspiration from old French mimes rather than Cirque's colorful Carnival vibe. This ties the two together through a common theme as well as distinguishes them. Blanc is more of the strong, silent type, whereas Cirque is a bit more flashy.

Blanc's signature move was called "Cirque du Blanc." This is the origin of Adita's magical girl alias name. The move involved a mass duplication of Blanc, the copies of which would run about doing acrobatics. But not just for show, the copies would also work to take down the enemy. It symbolizes Blanc's feelings of wishing for assistance but not trusting anyone except herself to do the job.

Adita hears Blanc's voice in her head or hallucinates her ghost occassionally as she guides her down the path she wants for her. We get to play around with the chosen one trope, too! Blanc choses Adita but Adita doesn't want to be chosen, then Adita choses herself but Blanc unchoses her, how will it end? Does being "chosen" really matter? What does that even mean? Find out next time on Dragon-

Plot:

Adita goes over to Emily (her best friend)'s place for a sleepover. Emily's grandmother owns an antique store. The girls sneak into the shop at midnight and Adita finds a black and white strongman mallet. Picking it up, she hears a disembodied laugh and decides that's a problem for someone else to deal with.

The next day the two go to the park and are ambushed by a goon who summons a Demise. People die, property is destroyed, and two women in sparkly dresses kick down the proverbial door to evacuate the civilians and curb stomp the Demise. Adita runs back to the antique shop to grab the mallet because the spooky laugh is making her ears ring.

The sparkly fighters instruct Adita on how to defeat the Demise and she does. They then pull her off to the side to exposition dump just enough for the audience to follow what happened and to spur on the next plot point of collecting teammates with the three remaining transformation stickers. Once alone, Adita rejects the magical girl responsibility and abandons the mallet but when she makes it home it's in her bedroom. This continues all weekend.

Fed up but realizing there's no escape, Adita tells Emily everything and Emily immediately begs to be a teammate. Unfortunately, she does not have magical girl potential, just like the sparkly women who helped them at the park. Still, one willing participant is better than no one even if they're comically weak. But Emily's enthusiasm and Adita's avoidance spark tension between them that will only continue to grow despite their attempts to be healthy communicators.

The next day at school, Adita thinks she finds the perfect candidates for the team so when the next attack comes she bestows two of the stickers upon them. But they were secretly goons in disguise! Adita just lost two stickers!

She demands Emily give back the sticker she lent her for safe keeping and emergencies right after Emily helped her defeat the Demise and calmed her down after her mistake. Adita says he needs a "real teammate." Emily is upset but complies.

The only other person Blanc sensed had potential was Elodie. But they don't exactly have the... best... relationship. Adita begs Elodie to join her when she uses Groundbreaker to bust open a portal to the MG Realm to get the stickers back and Elodie agrees on the basis of "I was in the park that day and if this stops the end of the world I guess I'll come along."

They steal the stickers back and Elodie asks to keep hers when they return to Earth which Adita is more than fine with but when Emily finds out she's super salty. She still hangs out with Dita though.

Megha is the new girl and people really seem to like her. They keep calling her "Megan" which she doesn't appreciate but it's whatever. Adita has been trying to figure out how to tell her that she's one of the few people capable of saving the world but that's a weird way to introduce yourself.

-=+=-

That's all I've got for now. I have some plot points that need to happen as well as a few reveals under my belt but [MGS] is still incomplete. It'd be great if I could make this into a visual novel (an animated series is likely impossible but that would be so cool) someday. Oh well. Back into the box you go, [MGS].

I once again apologize for my long, disordered, possibly crucially unfinished infodump. My need to share the stories that won't leave my brain possesses me and I am but a vessel for its yapping.

[silviakundera]

Best drama love stories? Two characters who will move heaven and earth for each other? Who convince you true love exists by just how much they adore one another?

So I've been thinking about this anon. An upon consideration, the questions you asked are very different things to me!

The drama love stories which truly convince me that maybe true love does exist by just how much they adore one another, by how much I can understand & feel the mutual bond between them... are not necessarily the characters in dramas who I see "moving heaven & earth" for each other.

Why? I guess because in my mind, it's 1 thing to go to extremes when your back is up against the wall and everything is falling apart - because when adrenaline is flowing and heroics are called for, yes it's very dramatic and exciting to jump off that cliff together. Humans get very hyped up and extra like that. But that doesn't necessarily make me think of true love. To me, true love isn't a dramatic act of sacrifice that a stressed & despairing person is driven to, through circumstances beyond their control. It's not the story of the worst months of a person's life and the person they are desperately clinging to as external factors torment them. True love is a connection, tactic understanding, a partnership. It's living for someone and every moment feeling better & brighter because that person experiences it with you; experiencing beautiful moments with someone when living your lives as a pair. A person who makes ordinary life into something extraordinary.

Don't get me wrong: I love dramatics and big hero moments and badass rescues and also my red flag romantic lead!. All of that are some of my fav dramas. But they don't often give me that feeling of wow, I believe in love again, fuck I'm too single right now. and then I'm back on the dating apps.

So I'm going zero in here on some couples who gave me that rush. Ships who have a lot of messy, harsh conflict, or are too surreal for me to personally relate to (like being in love with a god) won't be included.

This is very very subjective and personal! Only what gave that feeling to ME, silvia.

You Are My Glory - devastating relationship propaganda. Watching this drama for the first time really did make me sign up for a dating app again lmao. The last 10 episodes are established relationship comfort couple goodness.

Bad Buddy - Pat and Pran are my gold standard for friends & lovers. By the end of the drama I truly believed nothing could come between them and they would never want to live without each other.

Fake It Til You Make It - a squee-inducing relationship between adult professionals that feels real and obtainable. This is the relationship I want for me & the drama makes it seem not completely out of reach.

A Tale of Thousand Stars - Hallmark channel romance done right. A classic romance novel on screen that just hits all the tropes, with great pining. I know in this one they don't truly hook up until the end, but then we got the 2 episode My Skyy mini-series of established relationship epilogue. also: HE GAVE UP INDOOR BATHROOMS AND THE INTERNET. If that's not true love, what is?

The Princess Royal/The Grand Princess - I'm cheating here because it's truly the novel version of this couple that are epic and unforgettable for me. The drama is good but couldn't capture the rich depth of the otp, in their second time around. But the novel version omgggggg inspiring, someone please marry and divorce and remarry me NOW.

A Journey to Love - a drama that earned it in every way; we see them falling in love and we see their devotion. The way they loved each other exactly how they NEEDED to be loved. I felt that.

Parallel World aka West out of Yu Men - it's easy to make a split second decision to die for someone, it's harder to live for someone and even harder to give up well laid plans & forgive the unforgivable. When all the secrets come out and it doesn't end them... that's when I knew this couple was epic to me. idk but I just felt the connection between them and felt the drama earned my belief that nothing could turn them against each other.

Hidden Love: like sliding into a warm bath. 💕💕💕💕💕 I absolutely believed in their love, in every way.

Story of Minglan: They took a very long time to get there but oh when they do! Beautiful mutual support and a loving relationship of respect and partnership that would have been rare in that time period/setting.

The Spirealm - Reality is whenever you are. Enough said. (Yes, this is a strange one. But I stand by my choice, this censored danmei adaption was ultimately very romantic to me. 😭)

The Rebel Princess/Monarch Industry - There's a certain warmth and passion between them that stands out for me in the sea of other costume dramas.

Just misses the cut:

The Untamed - almost on the list, but disqualified by Lan Wangji leaving the love of his life to go be a politician at the end wtf ??????? sorry not sorry but that it stains the epicness of the romance for me

[soulofapatrick]

Heat Waves - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: You and Tommy reunite after four years and give in to the attraction which little to no shame despite Tommy being your dad’s best friend

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: smut- fingering; age gap (12 years)

Y/N's POV

I have known Joel and Tommy since I was twelve, a year after my dad and I moved to Austin, Texas after mom cheated and dad got a divorce. Joel and Tommy have become part of mine and my dad’s family, them joining us for meals and vice versa at least once a week. My dad, Joel and Tommy had plenty to talk about, working the same construction jobs while I got along pretty well with Joel’s daughter - Sarah. As kids we used to find what they were talking about oh so boring, hearing them talk about blueprints and building materials but now that I’m older I can appreciate the sense of community it all brings. 

One summer evening dad had invited Joel and Tommy over after I came back from University. It’s been four years since I’ve seen them and being such a big part of my life we though it was a good idea to surprise them with my return. When I tell you my jaw dropped when they walked in I mean it like jaw hit the floor and Sarah was sniggering behind her hand where she was sat with me, already having been here since school ended. The Miller genes are fucking amazing, ageing like fine wine. I couldn’t stop myself stealing glances at Tommy, his voice deep and smooth as he spoke which sent shivers down my spine every time he spoke.

I’ve had a crush on Tommy since we met the first time, Sarah having told me that he found me attractive as well but I was too shy and scared to make a move as I was like twenty at the time and Tommy was thirty two. It seemed like too much of an age gap and then I decided to pursue university and moved out of Austin, Texas for four years. He looks breathtaking, his curls falling effortlessly, framing his face in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. His small goatee and moustache giving him a rugged look that he didn’t have before. It’s alluring and intimidating. He’s wearing a blue button up that fits him like a glove, accentuating his broad chest and toned arms. I can’t not look at the way his muscles bulge with every movement he makes. His sun kissed skin is smooth, with a sprinkling of freckles across his face and his eyes are striking and they seem to change between russet and cognac. 

Joel’s really grown into his features more and has really become a neighbourhood DILF. He’s gained a lot more muscle which I didn’t know was possible. He’s gotten a rugged and weathered face now but he’s still as much of the life of the party as he used to be. He’s grown out his beard and hair, both now speckled with salt and pepper and a few wild strands sticking out in every direction. His broad shoulders and muscular arms are still impressive, coved in a faded green teeshirt that hugs his chest so well. He’s got a scar above his right eyebrow now. 

Both of them already hot and sweaty in the Texas humidity, leaving little to the imagination and no matter how good Joel looks I can’t keep my eyes off of Tommy and the way his teeshirt is sticking to his chest and revealing just how much he’s toned up over the last four years. Tommy feels me staring at him as he meets my gaze, tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lips and it does something to me, especially when his eyes drag down my body, taking in every detail. He lingers on my curves and the way my teeshirt is almost a little too tight and just how short my shorts are, the heat not being kind to me. Before either of us can do anything or I can react Joel is capturing my attention. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Joel grins as he sees me, standing next to Sarah who is giggling as she looks between me and Tommy. I send her a glare but there’s no poison behind it, moving forwards to hug Joel. His hug is like a bear hug, comforting and warm, enveloping me in a sense of safety and security. He’s always been like a second dad to me, someone I can turn to when my dad’s being an ass or we’ve had a argument. 

“Hey, let me hold my sweet girl too!” Tommy jokingly wrestles his older brother away from me and suddenly I’m in Tommy’s arms, a rush of warmth and desire surging through me. His embrace is strong and confident yet somewhat tender and loving. I can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, and the sound of his heartbeat is soothing and reassuring. As I rest my head on his chest, I can smell the faint scent of his vanilla cologne mixed with his natural scent. It's a masculine, musky smell that's both comforting and alluring. His grip is strong and confident, yet gentle and tender at the same time. I can feel the warmth of his hands through my clothes, and the sensation sends shivers down my spine. Tommy’s fingers run up and down my back while the other reaches up to stroke my hair as he whispers, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” His voice is deep and smooth, a hint of playfulness to it. 

“I missed you too,” I mumble back, feeling a rush of emotions: mixture of desire; want and a flush of embarrassment, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you recently.” I keep my voice soft and teasing, matching his playful tone as the heat rises to my cheeks. Sarah’s clearing her throat as the back door opens and I’m slowly, reluctantly, pulling away from Tommy. 

Dad appears in the living room, a smile spreading across his face when he sees the Miller brothers have arrived, he pulls Joel into a man hug both of them laughing and patting each other on the back before he does the same with Tommy, “Come on, come on, the barbecue is going!” 

Joel and Sarah follow Dad down the hallway to the garden, the smell of the meat grilling so fucking good and I moving to follow after them when a sound of surprise leaves my lips and my face burns with shyness as I can’t help the flutter of excitement in my stomach at the touch of Tommy’s hand on my backside. His grin is playful and cheeky, clear that he’s enjoying making me flustered. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body when he steps closer to me, eyes locking on mine and calloused hands finding my hips as he murmurs in my ear, low and husky, “Sorry sweet girl, I just couldn’t resist.” 

My breath hitches in my throat at his words and I’m biting my lip to suppress a moan as he presses his lips to my neck, kiss soft and innocent yet so sensual before he’s pulling me back into the living room. The air crackles with tension as he pushes me back onto the sofa, his cognac eyes a deep russet as he climbs over me, my heart pounding in my chest when his lips latch back onto my neck and he mumbling, “Fuck you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” 

“T-Tommy…” I whine, my hand finding his soft curls and tugging his lips to mine, a soft moan escaping him as I pull his hair. The kiss is urgent and intense, sending a rush of desire through me as he presses his body against mine. I can feel his muscles tense as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over my body, fingers ghosting up the inside of my thighs and towards my aching mound. This is so risky as my dad could walk right back in any moment but I don’t care because the rough pad of his fingers are rubbing over my already soaked panties. 

“I want to take you on a date, I want to show you off and I want to show you how much you mean to me,” He’s cooing, sending shivers down my spine and my mind is a blur as his fingers move my panties to the side, a soft groan escaping him as he gathers my slick on two fingers before plunging them into my aching heat with no warning. His hand is slamming over my mouth, muffling my cry as he curls his fingers and hits that spongy spot almost immediately, “You’re such a good girl.” His thumb circles my clit and I’m bucking into his hand, whining in pleasure when he begins moving his fingers in a fast and harsh pace. I can hear the sound of his heartbeat pounding in my ears, and I feel his body tremble with passion as he holds me close, whispering sweet praises into my neck as I feel my high so close embarrassingly quickly. All the years of pent-up desire are finally released in this moment, Tommy curling his fingers and pressing my clit one last time and I know as my back arches of the couch and I cry into the palm of his hand that there's no going back. With each passing second, I feel more and more consumed by my desire for him, my heart beating faster and faster as I surrender to his embrace. 

Suddenly, before I can finish riding out my high Tommy’s fingers leave me empty and he’s replacing his hand with his lips as I let out a sound of anguish until I understand why. 

“Oh my god! It took you two long enough but please, not on my nice couch,” Dad’s voice breaks the kiss, “Get your asses outside before Joel eats all the burgers, he’s already eaten two,” There’s an amused tone to his voice that has me and Tommy giggling and panting in relief. Tommy gives me a playful wink before taking my hand and hoping me to my feet, legs shaking embarrassingly while Tommy’s smirk grows at the sight. He’s keeping my hand in his as he leads me outside in to the warm evening air, the smell of the sizzling burgers and the sound of laughter and conversation fill my senses. I can feel Tommy's fingers interlaced with mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My heart is pounding in my chest, the thrill of being with him still fresh and new. We join the others at the barbecue, with Joel already halfway through what is apparently his third burger, the sauce smearing his face. Dad hands us each a plate, and we start filling them with food, joking and laughing as we do. 

“That’s like fifty you owe me.” Joel turns to my dad, speaking around a mouthful of food and holding his hand out to which my dad pulls out his wallet, “I knew they wouldn’t keep their hands off of each other.” 

“Asshole.” I throw a bun at Joel and he just grins, putting a burger patty in it and setting about demolishing his fourth burger which makes us all laugh as that man can eat his weight and never put on an extra pound. 

“You’re not mad about our age gap?” Tommy asks my dad who glances at Joel and Sarah before he replies. 

“I was at first, there’s at least twelve years between you but these two have given me years to put those apprehensions aside,” He tells us honestly and I nod, understanding and feeling so thankful for everyone in this weird makeshift family I’ve gained for myself. I can't help but feel a sense of pride at being with Tommy, and I catch myself stealing glances at him throughout the meal. As the evening draws on, we all sit around the fire pit, the warmth of the flames dancing over our faces. Tommy's arm is draped around my shoulders, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my arm. I feel safe and content in his embrace, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our escapade earlier. Of course, we can’t have anything nice as Tommy is leaning in close, breath hot against my ear as he murmurs, “I can’t wait to ruin you later sweet girl.”

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[witchkillr]

A LOOSE TIMELINE OF EVENTS, or: how agat.ha hark.ness became arguably the most wanted witch in western history. this timeline is heavily headcanon-based and does not adhere to aaa especially strictly, though that is its primary influence.

1675-1693. the harkness baby is born cursed, or so her mother says. she is a strange child from her first moments. she never cries, never, and develops into an insatiable hunger for knowledge that eclipses all else: friendship, community, caring. this is due in part to her strange and dangerous power, which she seeks to control and which, when it manifests, becomes a lightning rod for her mother's abuse and neglect. it is otherwise, quite simply, in her nature.

in 1693, she is put on trial before her coven for the crimes of stealing "knowledge beyond her age and station" and "practicing dark magick". they attack her, she siphons them to death and in so doing, attracts the attention of "rio", whose identity she won't discern until later.

for the next 60 years, she runs a variety of cons across new england. in that time, the salem seven grow up and come looking, leaving agatha to a nomadic lifestyle that suits her snake oil saleswoman persona just fine, actually. she continues to run into (and slowly fall in love with) rio consistently.

eventually she runs out of towns to flee to that a. don't see her as a fraud and b. won't attract the attention of the seven, so she bargains her way aboard a trade vessel, billing herself as a protection witch who can ensure clear skies and safe passage.

1753-1796 are spent becoming one of the more infamous lady pirates in history. she has a myth to rival blackbeard's, and not only makes a killing in gold, but in knowledge, too - she captures witches in transit, tortures them for information, and steals all the interesting books from aristocratic vessels for herself, leaving piles of bodies for her beloved to enjoy.

this pattern grows boring after a time, and so she settles in the english countryside with her newfound wealth, eventually coming to own a sizeable estate in london (~1813). having just turned the corner on her second century, she still appears young enough to be bombarded with countless questions as to her marriage prospects. at rio's sultry suggestion, she puts a viscount under her spell, marries him, and kills him within the year.

the widow harkness makes a series of wise investments, here, that will pay dividends well into her future.

it is the second husband's suspiciously tragic death (~1840) that renders mayfair inhospitable for agatha. having heard whispers of a witching settlement on the american frontier, she and rio settle awhile in the forests of colorado.

nicholas is born in 1856, at which point agatha's relationship with rio becomes irrevocably strained, but she keeps that from their son as best she can, moving properly into new salem with him.

agatha loses her son, (effectively) divorces her wife and acquires the darkhold in 1862. in her rage and grief, she razes new salem to the ground (but allows the children to go free - this is a mistake she will make over and over again) and goes looking for the next place to assimilate into.

that place is new orleans, where she promptly starts up a deeply homoerotic feud with marie laveau while she dedicates herself to studying the darkhold. the family will hate her for generations to come, despite her enduring fondness for zoe.

the titanic and hindenburg are rituals, designed to unlock the full potential of the book of the damned. the fact that her ex-wife is drawn to both tragedies is an unfortunate side effect. in between the two, she spends some time doing silent films.

she spends the 1940s in nyc, working on and off as a consultant for the us army thanks to peggy carter's recruitment efforts. (yes, that is code for "they fucked nasty", thank you to that one poster for putting it so eloquently)

the most important thing about the 1950s for agatha is her car, and an unfortunate run-in with the sorcerer supreme in tibet.

for the next twenty years, she's really into the music scene. dolly parton, then lorna wu. only one of those seductions was successful. bet you can't guess which.

it's about here that she becomes a two time poker world champion, gambling a select portion of her vast fortune and cheating only a little. when she isn't in vegas, she has a penthouse in berlin.

yes, she is a card-carrying member of dykes on bikes. yes, she does have a harley hotrod with purple flames on the sides.

it's pretty much the usual scum and villainy until the snap. agatha does not blip. she is a cockroach. she doesn't know whether it was pure luck, the darkhold, or rio looking out for her somewhere, but she spends those four years taking advantage of desperate, lonely witches looking to use the road to get their loved ones back.

enter wanda maximoff. the rest, as they say, is history.

[penroseparticle]

Curation 2024: Flesh and Marble

Hey! You got an hour?

I love curation. I like taking the unending deluge of information, of sensations, of stuff that the world throws at us, and I just. I think one of the kindest, most gentle things you can do for another person is say "look at this. Decision paralysis is banished, information overload is dead, check out this story I've created. Look at these specific rocks out of the infinite combinations of rocks there are. Not just these rocks, but this order. See the narrative? There's a through line, if you look. Trust Me. Take my hand."

I love making playlists for that exact reason. You almost have to make them like throwing pots, with a reckless abandon that allows for a stroke of inspiration. But also, you kind of have to be allowed to let a few off the wheel lumpy and potential but not fully realized. You gotta Get Down with the concept of failure. To burn through them until you find just the right combination of songs that captures a feeling, a time, a memory. A museum of music.

I like museums because they are, more than anything, a signpost for what we find important. A landmark. The public art of city streets given form in an art museum, sometimes even through that same public art, often divorced of context, because museums don't let themselves be weird enough. To commit to the bit enough.Too few museums truly curate, truly immerse in the story. Give you a reason to follow the threads they lay. You start to almost resent it. Get in your feelings. Feel Sum Kinda Way. But once you learn to speak museum, you realize that they can only meet you halfway, and you are your own curator as you wander hallowed halls and learn about building materials, about Rothko, about postage stamps. You pick your own adventure. And you fall in love with museums all over again.

So when I find a museum or something that I enjoy, I just. Lose It. I want to share it. I want to take you along and say "LOOK AT THIS. How Does It Make You Feel." I want you to share in the wonder, and the marvel. So sometimes I even write. Sometimes I say, I can enchant you, ensnare you. I can bring you along the line, into the fold, I can capture a sunray for the length of a paragraph. Time frozen in amber, in service of you seeing just a touch of the magic.

I almost died again this year. Maybe more than once. There's Comedy in death. Even near death. We have to let ourselves laugh at it. We stay silly right? You can't greet death as an old friend if you're scared of him. But you can't chase after him either. He's coy. He's shy. He'll come when he's ready. And I'm not ready now either.

I don't think I'm as scared anymore though. I wouldn't say You're My Best Friend, Death. But you're certainly no stranger. You're not someone I would turn away, and I would share a drink with you. I would be tender, I think. You have it rough too.

I think this year of all things I'm falling in love again. I fell out of love with life, a while back. It was rough and it was scary and I didn't feel like myself. And I still don't, but we all know time pulls us forward, yadda yadda, you can't step into the same river twice, you are a construct and all constructs are ever changing, time stole my front porch; can't have shit in ship of theseus. I Want To Know Your Plans, time, but the future is that quote from Nightvale, always flinching first, leaving me only a present.

So I'm different now. In the present. In some ways worse. in some better. I think I'm gentler, at least I hope so. I want to be kinder. I want to treat people with care. And I want to share an idea to cap off this year, because I want to have curated my own experience, and maybe I can help you fall in love with life again too. Next year is going up, because I am on the Up and Up.

I can't get past the idea of choice. What makes the gardener pick flowers or weeds? The tastes of the gardener. What they cultivate, what they choose. They curate their garden and all of living is just. This same action again and again, on larger or smaller scales. When I was little I tried to get into Rollerblades. I thought they were super cool, I thought I'd be a cool kid in rollerblades. But I was drawn to biking. I still bike now. You can stand, if you dare, with the wind blowing through you, wheels turning all on their own, you king of the world on your personal palantir. You can pump your legs and get your heart singing and I can't imagine my life if I'd picked rollerblades. You know?

I started chasing an idea halfway through this, but to loop back to what I wanted to explain is- I want to curate my experience of this year. I want to be able to point to this year down the line and show just why it mattered- not for the time everyone will think, but the time that happened after. I looked at my life and said, I can Make It Better. I can rebuild it, different this time. I can be me, but a little further down the river. A few more boards replaced.

Can I do it? Can I Be Him? The me I want to be, the one who took this year and kindled something bright? I miss my surety. I miss my certainty. Everything feels like a big muddy middle right now, and I don't think I can ever reach as high or as low as I once did. But I think I can be steadily climbing up. Boot up bitch, the stairs are slippery but it turns out you have nothing but time.

My mom wants me to move home. She's scared, for me, out here "alone". She doesn't think my friends took good care of me, given what happened in March. I can't blame her. I wasn't taken good care of. I wouldn't let people, I hid it all. I was ashamed. I was embarassed. It's Hard To Live In The City, but not for the reasons my mom thinks- there's so much going on here. There's so much information and so many things to know and see and do, you can hide in plain sight. You can craft a narrative. You can shape the experience so that what you are, what you need, who you have become is hidden.

I know now that I need to be seen, to be known. I need other people to get who I am. But I'm not Fred Astaire- I can't be someone to everyone, even just a name. I have to curate (sick of me yet?) my own experience. My own image. I have to choose who my audience is now. It's tougher to decide who is worth your attention (And it is attention- that's all an audience is). It feels like gardening. Who's a flower and who's a weed. I don't like it. But you have to, to live. And I'm tired of not living.

And so I walk forward from my own Easter rebirth. Shaky legged, on stilts like Bambi, just becoming a new man. I hate it but you make yourself every day, don't you? Why would now be any different. I'm just more aware of it. It'll fade, with time. Like the scar it is. But I don't want to forget this feeling. I want to remember it. To have a story to tell that circles around it, gives it edges and definition. And so I wrote this.

It's part playlist. It's part poetry. It's prose, but it's prosaically just a list of songs as well. I sat down to write and my hands started moving, and I got here, with you. Are you still with me? I'm glad. I'm glad I'm still here, and I'm glad you're here with me. I'm even glad I'm still awake,writing this instead of sleeping. What's The Time Where You Are? Here it's late-about 1AM. And I have to finish this, I'm almost done. I wanted to leave you somewhere better than we started. This story is going up, remember?

I've picked a better audience, actually. That's a good first step. They're not the King Of My Heart, but they might be as close as it gets. I feel sweet. I feel simple. I feel at ease. But more importantly I feel like I can do. I can accomplish. I can rest. I can recover. I can just. Be.

Maybe this music isn't to your liking. But that's ok, I Don't Mind. I didn't make it for you to fall in love with. I made it to make you fall in love with the idea. I want you to curate your own life. You have to. Or you're not living. I want you to love the life that you've made. I don't love mine yet. But I want to, and I'm going to. And that's that on that.

I guess the elephant in the room is, why Flesh and Marble? Why not Clay, like old man Ozymandius? It ties better to the throwing pots above. Of getting muddy biking, of being down in the dirt before rising three days later. Even now I'm thinking that Feet of Clay is a much better title. But I like Flesh and Marble. The first song I put on here was a similar title structure. But I didn't want to give the concept air time, actually- too close to March for my liking, although the song was great. It just wasn't the vibe. But the name was close. And the artist. Armani Caesar. What a name! So I guess. The title is an oblique reference. A circumnavigation of the problem. A polite, detached nod to the impetus whilst giving it no credit.

But yeah. I hope you've listened, as you've gone. The songs matter a great deal to me this year, and they almost always do. I'm sappy and I stick to a song once I love it. I'll love it for 10 years. 20 years. 100 years. I attach so fast, and sometimes forever, if indelibly.

Curate your life. Build something of value. And by god find beauty or you'll die.

Peace.

[bcolfanfic]

Hiiiii! I just wanna say that east side of sorrow is one of the best fics I've ever read. It tore my heart to shreds from the first paragraph. I love how you've characterised the boys and the way you capture the atmosphere and Bucky's inner dialogue </3.

If this is coming up in the second part of the fic just ignore me, but I wanted to ask how did Gale deal with the aftermath of Bucky's attempt, after he left him in the hospital? I bet he felt so guilty for just leaving Bucky by himself. Did he tell any of the boys (except Curt ofc)? Or did he make up some sort of excuse about where Bucky was?

Love your work <3 <3

while i do want to write a gale pov eventually it’s a ‘after i get farther on all again’ thing so yeah we can talk about this now!

poor thing is so crushed. comes back home and comes inside and sees the hole in the wall and just. breaks down. he’s so freaked out and upset and i think ends up calling curt almost immediately instead of even sleeping. when he does fall asleep it’s passing the fuck out from all the exhaustion finally coming to a head and catching up with him. maybe doesn’t even make it to their bed and he sleeps straight through for like 12 hours.

ken knows by proxy of curt, but he doesn’t go with when curt flies out because he doesn’t want to overwhelm gale (or bucky when they go see him but ahhh that goes a little sideways even without him there).

when curt is there/staying with gale he asks how he feels about telling the others what’s going on but gale is just. so so hesitant because even though bucky didn’t tell him he couldn’t he still kinda feels like he’s selling him out/embarrassing him. so if anyone does ask he says he went to see family in wisconsin. if they ask too many questions about why he didn’t go with him he changes the topic. which kinda screws things up because the 2+2ing the guys do with how weird he’s being is thinking they’re getting a divorce 😅

but after he goes to see bucky in the hospital and All That Happens they have a conversation about it and bucky tells him he can let them know, might as well so they don’t find out on accident- or think something else is going on.

and i think curt helps him with that so he’s not handling it by himself. poor sweet gale. he’s done so much for his husband and doesn’t regret a second of it because he loves him but he feels like it wasn’t enough since he almost you know, left. i think he probably starts seeing his own therapist after bucky is home and settled, just to work through those feelings and that guilt.

gale is muchhh more protective of bucky after this, even more so than he already was. which is something else he ends up talking about in therapy because he can tell bucky is a little irked by it. and bucky maybe straight up tells him he feels like gale just isn’t ever going to trust him again no matter how ‘healed’ he gets.

[rpersearch]

I am a 30yrld female with 10+ years experience looking for FxF fandom games. Cannon X Canon characters preferred. But sometimes open to Canon x OC. I am literate and write novella length.

Age range: 21-38+ years old partners.

I don’t have a preference for my partners gender. Just looking for someone 20+ years old willing to play FxF fandom games.

Really looking for femslash games. I’m open to Omegaverse and soulmate tropes/themes.

I play romance and dark story themes.

Couples in red are cravings. The ideas listed are just SAMPLES! Not exclusive to the storylines I’d like to play.

Fall of the House of Usher (Camille/OFC)

- What if an Angel was protecting a woman who crossed paths with Camille and the angels protection kept Camille safe from her family’s curse. But only so long as this OFC loved Camille. Would Camille be able to ensure she did not lose that protection and be the type of woman worth loving?

Game of Thrones (Sansa / Daenerys with optional + Canon male character, Brienne/Sansa)

* Sansa and Daenerys are forced to marry to avoid war between the North and the United southern kingdoms under Daenerys’ banner.

* Sansa escapes Kings Landing with Ser Barristan and meets Daenerys in Mereen.

* Drogon flies all the way to Westeros after he leaves Danserys in the Dothraki Sea, and meets an ice Queen in need of saving.

The Witcher (Tissaia / Yennefer)

1. Ciri is Tissaia’s child of surprise, not Geralt’s. When it comes time for her to accept this, she seeks out assistance from the only powerful mage she knows that wants children, Yennefer.

2. Tissaia comes back to speak with Yennefer while she is still in Rhinde. She has found a possible cure for Yennefer’s barrenness.

3. Yennefer is the daughter of a king at of the Northen Kingdoms, that falls in love with her father’s mage, Tissaia de Vries.

4. Yennefer is doused with a lust potion gone wrong by the older classmates at Aretuza. She will lose her mind unless she sleeps with someone, but the idiots that doused her didn’t take her elven blood into account, and instead of a lust spell, she can only be satisfied by her truest match—her soul mate. Tissaia does not sleep with students. Even ones she’s fated to. But to save Yennefer’s life she will. But only if she and Yennefer never remember what’s happened.

5. Time travel write up for season 4. Yennefer goes back in time with the help of the monolith book to save Tissaia. But it’s like the butterfly effect. And Tissaia keeps dying.

Harry Potter (Hermione/Fleur, female!Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Pansy, Hermione/Bellatrix, Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Minerva, Minerva/Bellatrix)

* Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour found family. After the war, Bill dies in an accident, and Hermione and Ron have divorced. Two single mothers come together to lament their troubles and losses.

* Fleur realizes that Hermione is her true mate when she arrives hurt at the cottage after Malfoy Manner or being mates.

* Forced Marriage trope - repopulating wizarding England stipulates that all eligible and child baring women must marry. Except, it seems, Hermione Granger, who is protected under French Ministry law as she is the Delacour heir’s fated mate.

Twilight (Tanya/Leah, Bella/Rosalie, Bella/Tanya, Bella/Alice, Bella/Leah, Rosalie/Leah, Alice/Leah)

* Tanya has been looking for her mate for over a thousand years. She’s finally found them.

House of Dragons (Alicent / Rhaenyra)

* Rhaenyra runs away with Alicent

* Rhaenyra kills her father to ensure she is the one to marry Alicent

* Rhaenyra captures Alicent during the war and they reminisce on all that was—and could have been.

Like this post or message me and I’ll get in touch.

I prefer to play through discord but am open to email or google docs.

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[katurdayss]

Got my popcorn, Ep 4 Rings of Power live-blogging is a go. Same deal, check under the cut to avoid spoilers.

Okay. Episode 4 done.

So, it was okay? Look by profession, I’m critical of creative choices made ( graphic designer here) so I understand I might be a little picky but this show still feels very inconsistent in writing and style. The elves? Full on miss for me. Same with Numenor and the Southlanders and the Harfoots. Absolutely LOVED the ents here. Love me the dwarves too.

In all honesty it’s taken a concerted effort for me to divorce ROP from any Tolkien preconceived ideas and that’s because LOTR means something special to me. For fucks sake, I spent a LOT of time making my handwriting look like elvish and when a classmate in high school said that it did out of the blue, I fucking preened okay.

Which I tell you so that when I say I’m enjoying this season more than last, you know that it means something. So when I also say I feel like the writers sometimes make me feel like they think I’m stupid, you know that means something too.

IDK, I think I’m gonna have to do a longer reflection post at the end of this season. It feels like the spoke wheels just keep missing falling into place on this show. Like it’s so close.

I swear to god if there is another recap I’m gonna stab someone.

LOOKS LIKE I’M STABBING SOMEONE. Seriously tho, why.

Oo there is a cold front I see. Gonna need a jacket there Galadriel.

THANK FUCK there is a traveling montage. It no longer feels like they’re travel by portkey. Liked that little map transition to the bridge.

Yes just go around screaming names at the top of your lungs after someone tried to capture you. Brilliant.

What in the Wingardium Leviosa shit is this? Magical wind that blows paper? Sure. Magical wind that gently floats a paper along? No.

Wouldn’t the tree swallowing him crush bone? Just saying.

Great side eye Nori

Where the hell did the cart go? It just apparate into the hobbit village?

Really hoping all this allusion to the stranger being Gandalf is just a red herring so the big blue wizard reveal feels shocking. Otherwise it’s a shit reveal if he is Gandalf.

TOM BOMBADILL

Man his house looks comfy

Baby lamb!

BLUE WIZARD BLUE WIZARD BLUE WIZARD gotta be a blue wizard! Two of them went East. Gandalf never did.

Also it’d be a nice parallel to Saruman and Gandalf instead of the lazy way of making the stranger Gandalf.

Oh well he dead. Where are the Winchester brothers when you need them?

Well this is suitably creepy af

How does Arondir not see that no one is there when Legolas could see that they were talking the Hobbits to Isengard? I mean yeah it’s night but it’s also like only 10ft away instead like leagues.

Ugh romance.

So….she just got water but no water came out of the jug when she through it at Arondir.

GOD DAMN IT WOMAN, INFECTION IS A REAL PROBLEM WITH BURNS. At least cover it with a clean cloth!

Dude princess bride vibes but with mud instead of sand.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??! WHAT IS IT? Hell no!

Oh gross, so gross.

Oh shit bitch slap.

Leprosy. I’m telling you. It’s fucking Tolkien leprosy.

Yuck romance

Oooo elf and ent interaction. Fucking love ents. Yeah that’s a ent wife in pain. God the ents are so good!

What in the name of Castiel. Come on. She’s an elf with a ring not a Valar or god.

[heymickyursofine]

Pretty When You Cry. Dean Brannock X Fem!Younger!Reader

Summary: With Dean’s marriage falling apart, and as his family starts to hate him, he confides in the only person he knows won’t judge him.

Warnings: age gap (not mentioned), crying, sadness.

He didn’t know why he came over to your house. He could have gone anywhere. A hotel or a bar, anywhere, but he came to you.

The knock on your door startled you, making you pause your tv and your movements. You weren’t expecting anybody so you were weary of going to the door.

You tiptoe to the door to not alert anyone you were home, and when you step on your tippy toes to peek out the half moon window on the front door you let out a sigh of relief when you see it’s only Dean.

You open the door, “you scared me.” He smiles weakly and it’s only now that you take in his appearance. Still in what looks like his work attire, his tie undone with some of his buttons undone on his shirt, eyes red and glossy, tear stained cheeks, and his hair disheveled. He looked like a mess.

“Dean? Are you okay?” He shakes his head slightly with that same weak smile, “no,” he croaks out.

“Do you-do you want to come inside?” You didn’t really know what to say, him coming here in this state was sort of a shock to you. He nods and you move to the side to let him come through the door.

He puts his jacket on your coat rack and takes off his shoes and you lead him to the couch. You sit down and pat the spot next to you and he takes a seat. You stare at him for a few seconds as he looks at the ground, “do you want to talk about it?”

He takes a second to answer and he looks over at you, “my family is officially destroyed.” You frown at his statement. He told you when his daughter posted the video online calling him a racist, that his life was destroyed, but now he’s saying his family is destroyed.

“Did something happen again?” You ask softly, not wanting to pressure him to answer. He puts his head in his hands, with his elbows resting on his knees, and starts to cry, you offer him comfort by rubbing his back, a bit awkwardly as you weren't great at comforting people.

His cries start to slow and he looks back up at you as your hand falls from his back, some tears still coming down his face, he sniffles, “it’s all my fault. Nora thinks I’m cheating on her.” You can tell by his reaction that it’s not true. “There's a video of some girl climbing into bed with me, I don’t know her. But obviously it doesn’t look that way.”

You internally grimace at his words, knowing that an accusation like that will be hard to come back from, but you obviously don’t tell him that, although you're sure he already knows that. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“I tried to explain to her, but she didn’t believe me.” His voice is quiet, like he’s scared that if he talks any higher he’ll start to cry again.

“Just give it time, Dean. I’m sure she’ll come around, just give it a couple of days.”

“She said she wants a divorce.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Really? It’s a pretty serious statement.”

“I know, but-“

“Be real with me, please Y/N.”

“Okay, yeah, it doesn’t look good.” He doesn’t speak for a couple of seconds, “is there something wrong with me?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You tell him honestly. “Then why does everything in my life go wrong?” His voice is wobbly when he speaks, and the tears are back on his waterline.

You don’t know what to say, you don’t have an answer for him, so you capture him in a tight hug. He’s still for a moment, his arms still in front of him, before his arms slowly wrap around you and he finally relaxes. “You’re a good guy, Dean.” He doesn’t say anything, instead, he rests his head on your shoulder.

As you both sit with your arms wrapped around each other, you start to think, why did he come here? It wasn’t the appropriate time to ask and you both had grown to be close friends but you didn’t think you were ‘hey my wife kicked me out so I showed up here’ close. You had to ask, “Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you show up here? I mean, it’s totally fine but, why?” When he starts to pull back you immediately regret asking, partly because his warmth disappears around you, along with his touch, and because you think he’s about to get all weird.

He shrugs slightly, “you don’t judge me.” His statement is true, now that he mentions it it feels like you know a lot about him, maybe too much. And the fact that he told you he didn’t make partner at his job and he still hadn’t told his wife about that. You almost want to smile at his statement, it feels nice that he knows he can trust you.

“So, um, do you have somewhere to stay?”

“Yeah, I was going to stay at a motel.” You hesitate to say your next words, but fuck it. “You can stay here if you want.” You say with a shrug to make the question seem like not a big deal.

He stares at you for a couple of seconds, contemplating if this is a good idea or not. “Is that a good idea?”

You look down, not wanting to make eye contact as you start to feel a bit shy, “Probably not, no. But, would you rather stay at a dingy motel? I mean, this couch is pretty comfortable, and it’s a pull out so,” You say rubbing your hand across the cushion. You look back up at him, and you're glad to see he has a slight smile on his face. “Okay, yeah I’ll stay.”

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Words from Micky - first fic is finally published! bare with me if this isn't top tier writing, I haven't written a lot of stories. But I hope you all enjoy what's to come.

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[trollprincess]

Okay, so. Episode six of Wolf Pack:

THAT is why Blake doesn’t have a phone? That’s … that’s ridiculous. A phone didn’t break up her family, it was her dad being a loud abusive git and her mom cheating. THAT is what broke them up. C’mon, Blake, I know you’re a teenager, but I was hoping you were vaguely possessed of common sense.

Speaking of Blake, at least she and Phoebe made up, I guess. Tia murmuring at Phoebe and Phoebe being all, “Oh, shut up,” was super-cute. Too bad for all the eating.

Sooooo. Baron? Darren? Whatever his name is. I just … okay. I mean, it’s not the worst storyline this could have followed, but whatever.

Okay, you can’t tell me you brought in Gideon Emery to act his ass off in ONE episode and that’s it. I refuse to believe it.

Look, at least the previous mid-riff baring numbers FIT. That embroidered-looking thing Luna was wearing in the barn looked terrible.

As someone with an anxiety disorder, watching Everett be put on the spot like that at the party made my anxiety kick up HARD. Stop DOING that to him! Even if he’s not medicating and he feels better it’s still THERE.

Harlan has very fluffy hair. Because it’s full of SECRETS. And BAD GAY FLIRTING.

Why do I feel like the twins’ “real” father is going to show up in the last episode at the last moment so next season can be him trying to get his kids back? Which, of course, will only be an acceptable plotline if he does so by negotiating custody with Garrett and then the two fall in love after the pack thinks they’d make a cute couple and Parent-Trap them into getting together.

I don’t KNOW why I’m still watching, okay? I know I’m a sucker for “teens growing into their powers” stories, but I also know about shows run by Jeff Davis and how this way madness and bad writing lead.

Everett’s dad is very nice and genuinely concerned, and I’m just wondering when the fucking divorce will come because Jesus hopscotching Christ, y’all.

So SMG protecting the werewolf. Trying to capture it for testing or something? Still monster-hunting with a side business in murdering security guards? I … I don’t know anymore.

Remember the ice rink? Just the core four on TW going and having fun by themselves, even though there were bad things out there, being silly, enjoying themselves, everybody’s sober? Not that everybody NEEDS to be sober, mind you, but I feel like we went from “My mom does all the grocery shopping” and a natural lack of swearing given where TW aired to “Everybody at this party is higher than the the original Woodstock crowd” and “I can curse on Paramount Plus!” followed by a string of swear words even my curse-heavy vocabulary is impressed by. I don’t know, I guess I just miss the ice rink because it felt like that was more character-developing than the party at Tia’s and less like someone put [insert rave here] in the script and a supervisor came along to whack the writer with a newspaper and say, “No! Bad writer!” and had them fix it to … er, this.

On the one hand, shame Phoebe died. On the other hand, was it really necessary to drag the actress across a glass ceiling in a bikini top which was already threatening to structurally collapse in the last episode, much less during a blood-soaked body haul?

I’m going to need all these generic white boys to start wearing name tags. Except Harlan, who is fluffy, and Shaggy Napoleon or whatever we’re calling Luna’s horrible taste in men.

I’m not saying this show could make me a lot happier if the pack end up a polycule (obviously not Harlan and Luna together, but Luna/Blake and Harlan/Everett would be worth it), but I’m not NOT saying that either.