#.... perhaps fiance at the end of the season

[apartmentsmoke]

bucktommy nation how would we feel if Buck and Tommy refer to each other as partners instead of boyfriends

[yolli-es]

Could you possibly write fluff alphabet prompts for the lovely girl Jinx :3

Fluff Alphabet Jinx ❣️

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2 (if you haven't watched it yet), mention of violent acts, psychological problems.

My heart is broken, so I hope this helps heal yours.. Perhaps I misunderstood the request and/or points.

Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Touch, touch, touch.

Does this all the time and expects the same from you. Jinx can never help it, she won't even try. Every time you're lost in thought, she'll take your hand and play with your fingers. Gently, lightly, and casually. You won't even notice, but she can do it for hours.

Jinx is very attached to you and never leaves you for more than an hour unless absolutely necessary.

Just let her do it.

Best friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Spontaneous. She often said something strange, and after looking at your face, she laughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. She came up with strange, sometimes too childish games to have fun and too dangerous to strengthen your relationship.

Like your first meeting. Don't be surprised if you bumped into her or she suddenly tried to steal something from you and then you became friends. This is Jinx.

You quickly got used to it.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Hug, hug, hug.

Jinx has received many hugs in her life, but never one that was so meaningful and necessary to her. Vi and Silco were important to her, but you have a deeper connection with her. Every hug reminds her that she is not just existing. It gives her strength and faith in her better side.

If she could, she would do it forever. It doesn't matter how, gently or harshly, with love or joy. The main thing is that it's you.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Surprisingly, Jinx is good at cooking. But only because she is picky. Yes, Zaun is not a buffet, but she knows exactly what she wants and how she will get it. She will not let you eat something garbage.

And yet, she just doesn't see the point in cleaning. Haven't you seen her lair?

"If it's dusty, you don't need it; what's the problem, toots?"

Ending: If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

No way.

It would be the end of the world. Break up with you after everything she's been through? Forget it. She'll do anything, from murder to rebuilding her personality. Yes, Jinx will resist and say that she won't do it. But she will. She's too scared. You've done so much for her, and she lives and breathes with you.

If you leave her, she will not leave you alone. Jinx will follow you in the shadows. It is unlikely that you will ever know that she is there, unless Jinx herself wants you to know. She will definitely find a way to come back to you, and believe me, you simply will not have a choice.

In case of an unforeseen situation... she definitely won't survive without someone's support.

Fiance(e): How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Never really thought about it. There's too much going on in her life to think about something as simple and mundane as a wedding.

But that doesn't mean she'll never think about it.

It will be like a sudden walk in Zaun when she suddenly sees a married couple and it dawns on her. Most likely, she will propose to you almost immediately after he thinks about it.

Say yes, and she will throw you the most lavish wedding. In her style, of course.

Say no, and she'll just wait before trying again. 

Gentle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Jinx gives you all the tenderness that is left in her. Every time she tries to be more careful with you, especially when she tries to make it pleasant for you. Hugs, kisses, and games, in most cases, will take place in playful and caring touches.

But emotions are too much. Jinx can't control them, even though she tries. She has a hard time talking about her feelings, especially when they don't match yours. This only makes things worse and makes her feel misunderstand. So in her vulnerable moments, Jinx tries to move away from you, just to avoid scaring you and driving you both into a corner of fear and mistrust.

She's trying; give her a chance and time. You are a good influence on her.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Jinx hugs you often, and yes, it's the best way to say, "I'm here, and I love you." In most cases, it will do it too tightly; it is quite strong. 

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

It's complicated. Even when Jinx confessed to you, she couldn't say it without stumbling and biting her lips.

It didn't get any easier with time. It's easier for her to show with actions than to say. She'll make, listen, steal, sew, cook, and anything but say? Oh... And yet, Jinx knows better than anyone how sometimes it is important to hear confirmation that you are loved. 

And she will say it, definitely.

Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

It's so bad that she saw the enemy even in her sister. Just once, it was awkward, but still.

Jinx will definitely know if someone likes you. It must be her magic ability. Then she will be even closer, more aggressive, and talkative. She will lose her shyness even if you don't like it. Jinx might show you off her new gadgets with a hint of "Oh, I have no one to test this on." If the person doesn't understand... well, I think he did.

It's not you; no, she's absolutely certain of your loyalty. The problem is in this world and... in her. She's still Jinx, isn't she?

Kisses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

She kisses wherever and whenever she wants. Why should she choose or be shy?

Most of the time, these are innocent and quick pecks on the cheek, lips, and neck. Sometimes, you'll get a barrage of quick kisses, so attack back!

The rest of the time, Jinx does not skimp on long and intense kisses. She will always make the first "trial" kiss as if inviting you to continue and giving you the opportunity to say no. She won't object the rest of the time either, but then you will definitely not get rid of her teasing and sad face for the rest of the day.

Everything she does to you, Jinx expects to get in return.

Little ones: How are they around children?

Doesn't notice them most of the time. It's understandable; most of the children here are doomed.

And yet, if the child becomes a little closer to her than a stranger and Jinx sees the child's sincere affection, it will mean that now this is your child. It does not matter whether he has parents or some problems with anything; now this is your child, and Jinx loves him.

In most cases, she will act playfully with the child, playing out the older sister or "kind" parent. But that doesn't mean she won't eliminate any possible threat to the child. Don't underestimate her.

Morning: How are mornings spent with them?

When she wakes up before you, she lies still while you sleep. Maybe she's just thinking about something, or maybe she might be staring right at you. Maybe she's staring at you while she's thinking about something? As soon as she realizes you're about to wake up, she'll wake you up looking like she just got up and is bored.

When you wake up first, it's all up to you. Watch her, and Jinx will definitely be embarrassed about it after waking up. Wake her up, and Jinx will make a displeased face, only to relax you and attack you with a pillow from behind. Fall asleep again, and Jinx will beat you to it.

It won't be boring.

Night: How are nights spent with them?

Depends on Jinx's condition.

If she was even a little restless, the night would be the same. Jinx would wake up and unwittingly wake you. She's sorry; she didn't mean to.

If everything is fine, she sleeps like a hibernating bear. It seems as if even a nuclear explosion could not wake her up.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Talking about your feelings is a real problem for Jinx, let alone her past. Most likely, you already know a lot thanks to rumors in the city. Jinx will not comment on this in any way.

However, time goes by, and you have already been there more than once in the shittiest moments, opened your soul to her in the most difficult moments, and saved her in the most dangerous. The truth about her is the least she owes you.

Jinx starts slowly, from afar, and as if it's not about her at all. And then the story will get deeper and deeper, and you'll see not Jinx but Powder. After that, you'll be truly close.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

Very easy. A few careless words, and she's furious. Don't worry, Jinx won't hurt you. But she and the others may well suffer. She knows that you didn't wish her any harm, but she can't restrain herself.

Quizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Jinx knows and remembers absolutely everything. For her, every little thing about you is important and valuable. She never knows where and why it might be useful to her, but she is sure that this is important knowledge. Secrets that she will not share.

Remember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Every moment when she thinks, "I knew I was right about you."

One of those favorite moments was at the very beginning of your relationship. Some bastards were hunting her down and were damn close to catching her. When she was cornered, you showed up as their partner. You gloated and laughed, shook their hands, and even pointed a gun at Jinx. And all this in order to destroy these bastards. It was cruel, dirty, and instructive.

No more such gangs were formed.

She loves you so much.

Security: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

You won't find a more reliable partner. Jinx will save you at any cost; she is simply unstoppable. She has no fear and no limits when it comes to safety. Zaun does not forgive mistakes.

However, Jinx has never asked and will never ask you for protection. You have saved her many times, and yet she is still convinced that you are fragile and definitely cannot cope on your own.

When it comes to a real fight, Jinx will forget about all the nonsense.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Jinx will pretend that all this is nonsense and that she doesn't care about such trivial things. And then she will invest herself in it as if it is the last thing she will do in her life.

Ugly: What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Blow up anything and anyone.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

She doesn't care.

Of course, she won’t let herself get to the point of becoming a lump of dirt, but she’s indifferent to anything that doesn’t concern hygiene.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

Yes, and this is actually tragic.

Jinx tends to get attached to someone and build a very strong bond with them. When you're not around, she's not complete; everything seems to fall out of her hands. Everything that was perfect before doesn't work, and things that Jinx was confident in before are called into question.

She just needs to know how you'll react to anything before making any decisions; Jinx feels empty.

Xtra: A random headcanon for them.

You will definitely get small matching tattoos on your wrists, neck, or stomach. Jinx will be in the most visible place of your bodies. 

She lets you paint her bombs and guns. It's personal to her.

Yuck: What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

Lies. In any form.

Jinx can't trust herself, so what's she supposed to do if she can't trust you? Even if it's a small thing, don't lie to her. It could become too big.

Zzz: What is a sleep habits of theirs?

Lie down on her, or Jinx will throw all her limbs at you. Don't even think about dodging or moving away; she will grab you tighter.

It helps her feel calmer.

Jinx loves you.

Thank you.

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fraturday

It's November! Hope everyone had an amazing Halloween. NGL October lasted approximately 84 years, and I am so so sleepy, but nevertheless I'm back with a fortnight of fic that I've read and loved recently. As always you can find previous rec lists here. Some light spoilers for the season.

2 November 2024

Buck, naked by @starlingbite has Eddie taking an art class on advice of Frank, but the only class left is a life drawing class. That wouldn't be a problem...except you'll never guess who the model turns out to be! Once again obsessed with the idea of Eddie picking up an artistic hobby, and I loved the both the artistry and the physicality of this fic.

You Can Leave It Late With Me by @ponyregrets oh this concept was delightful! In which Maddie becomes a firefighter and Buck becomes a librarian, running a book club for kids. Eddie, in need of more after school childcare support, enrols Christopher. Sweet and such a lovely character exploration. I loved this AU!

drench yourself in words unspoken by @eddiediazes one from 2022, this has Eddie keeping the fact that he's secretly a famous but anonymous romance novelist a secret from the rest of the 118, but when Buck finds copies of his books hidden in the closet, his secret soon comes out. I loved the way this fic showed Eddie processing his emotions and slowly embracing his sexuality through his fiction.

teach me how to love, and how to stay by @sharpbutsoft the sequel to a previously recc'd fave, aka the Chris finds out about the will fic. This is from Chris' POV and deals with the aftermath. His voice is so strong in this, I love his sarcastic teen thoughts that sometimes sway uncharitably into judgey Diaz mode, but are really his shield from the soft underbelly of wanting his Dad and Buck to be happy and his family and not leave him. He truly gets to say his piece here, whilst still ultimately giving Eddie grace and listening to him, and it's very cathartic.

With Eyes on the Stars and Hands in the Earth by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels been working my way through all of Lincoln's Halloween fics (read the ghosthunters, were!Buck and were!Eddie fics next!) but this one had me gripped earlier this week. Buck has plant magic, an unusual set of skills that set him apart from most of the natural witches he knows. Eddie is from a long line of witches but doesn't demonstrate magic of his own...but perhaps he's repressing more than just his emotions. Romantic, full of twists, and truly magical.

the kiss that lingers by @greenbergsays 5 times Eddie kisses Buck's birthmark and 1 time he doesn't fic! What I really loved about this one is the way Buck's sense of home in his own body grows with the ever evolving romantic butterflies of Eddie showing him such specific affection.

There’s No Place Like Home-Spun by icewhisper ahhh undiagnosed adhd!Buck being offered learning accommodations by his high school teacher who helps him learn to crochet to keep his hands occupied whilst his mind focuses. Traverses through his personal growth until he ends up at the 118, gifting his creations along the way. But no one exactly realises he's making these himself.

a world to rediscover by @itsactuallycorrine the 'what if Chris DOESN'T come home' fic. In which Chris is a young man, settled and about to get married. Eddie followed him to El Paso to repair their relationship and stayed. They're back on somewhat steady ground, when Chris learns the truth about why Buck is no longer in their lives. His fiance plots with him on how they can fix it. Lovely and complicated and ultimately uplifting despite the premise that initially made my heart go oh no! Worth it.

been broken one too many times by @glorious-spoon an episode coda to 8x05, in which Eddie is struck by the realisation that yes he absolutely *would* kiss Buck if he weren't covered in boils.

That's it for now! Bring on the Eddie-sode.

[frazzledsoul]

Thinking of the AYITL ending and if it happened circa 2008 (the mythical season 8) like it was supposed to...and there's been so much focus about what a wretched ending for Rory it would be if it had happened then, but I've just now thinking how it would be so messy for Logan and Jess, too.

Logan is 26, getting married to a Huntzberger dynasty-approved fiance, when his college girlfriend he was having a last fling with turns up pregnant...now it's not the end of the world, he can leave, he can co-parent, but I fear with ASP at the helm what would be in store would be a bunch of messy adultery and Rory not quite able to ever cut ties with him. Given the way she's written in AYITL, I'm not sure she would even say no to being kept as a secret family/mistress, if just for practical reasons. If Logan left Odette for her....I honestly don't think that would last long, either. Gawd, how depressing. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Then you have Jess, who at 23 has worked very hard to defeat everyone else's lowered expectations of him and start over on his own. Now he's drawn back into Rory's orbit as she navigates this baby daddy situation, perhaps still remaining involved with Logan? Not the end of the world, either, maybe he'll like family life at that age, maybe Logan can co-parent and everything will be okay...but if this is truly ASP's vision, he'll be stuck in another messy love triangle situation, again relegated to being the sidepiece and I don't want that for him. I want him to enjoy the life he's earned, to be single, to enjoy life as an adult, to start writing on his own and develop his own career. I want him to enjoy the creative life that Lane didn't get to have, that we assume that Rory probably wasted.

And yeah, maybe this whole cycle gets repeated when everyone is in their thirties, but it's easier for me to imagine that Rory and Logan could raise a kid separately, that she's wise enough to draw boundaries with him, that dating a single mom is something that Jess would want. You force everyone into this situation when they are barely adults and just seems to stymie the potential of everyone involved and create a toxic situation for the kid that's in the middle of it. I don't want that for anyone!

So no, I think the costs of ASP writing that season 7 or season 8 storyline is something best avoided. I'd rather think of these characters leading a fulfilling life offscreen than experience whatever torture she had in store for them. Let them enjoy their freedom, at least for a little bit.

[saphscorner]

You asked for drabble requests, could we perhaps get some ranchers or gridoc 👉👈

hey hey hey! thanks for the request! honestly i'm so biased here, so i went with ranchers fluff (and had a lot of fun with it)! open to writing gridoc another time though! enjoy, anon :)

word count: 861 words pairing(s): tango/jimmy warnings: none general tags & vibes: fluff and i think technically canon compliant??

Tango couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a day with no plans. Most days he had at least something to do, but there he was on a Wednesday morning, lying wide awake at seven in the morning, gazing aimlessly up at the ceiling. 

His fiance Jimmy was still asleep beside him, one arm draped lazily over Tango’s waist. Ever since season nine of Hermitcraft ended, Tango had moved back in with Jimmy in their own private world. It seemed like a nice way to spend the break between seasons, but without any overarching projects to keep him occupied, some days left him feeling at a loss. 

Tango glanced back over when he felt Jimmy start to stir beside him, yawning as he rolled his head against the pillow in a half-hearted attempt to fall back asleep. He smiled, shifting his hand to softly rub Jimmy’s shoulder. 

“Morning, Jimmy.” 

Tango was met with another yawn in response, and Jimmy finally blinked open his eyes. He hummed tiredly, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as his gaze landed on Tango. “You’re up early.” 

“Am I?” Tango asked. 

Jimmy rubbed his eyes with one hand. “Or maybe you just slept late yesterday.” 

“Yeah, guess my sleep schedule is still pretty messed up,” Tango admitted. 

With another yawn, Jimmy finally conceded to get up, his hand sliding off Tango’s waist to prop himself up against his elbows.

“Are we doing anything today?” Tango asked, hopeful that Jimmy might have something in mind.

“Not that I can think of. Was thinking we could just hang out here today unless you have something you need to do,” Jimmy suggested.

“I have nothing, no. Wouldn’t mind something to keep busy though.” 

“I feel like you’re always ‘keeping busy’,” Jimmy said. He pushed himself up fully so he could shuffle closer to Tango. Sitting on his knees, he reached one hand into Tango’s hair to finger-comb his bedhead back into place.

Tango couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, letting his eyes fall shut. “I’m not used to slowing down. I was so busy all the time for months, and I don’t really know what to do with myself now. It’s not that I don’t know how to relax–” 

“Except you clearly don’t know how to relax,” Jimmy finished for him. 

“That’s not true!” Tango blinked his eyes back open as the hand in his hair stilled, and found himself face to face with Jimmy who gazed at him expectantly. He stole a quick kiss off Jimmy’s lips. “This feels relaxing.”

Jimmy cracked a smile, resuming fixing Tango’s hair. “It is, you’re right, but can you at least admit you have a hard time with it? Even yesterday you spent hours down in the mines just mining for coal. We’ve got like, what, eight stacks of it now?”

“What, do you want more? I mean that could be my project today,” with a grin, he made a move to get up, but Jimmy promptly grabbed his shoulders to hold him firmly in place. 

“Stop!” Jimmy laughed. “We don’t need more!” 

Tango laughed, letting himself relax against the headboard as he raised his hands in front of his chest in a surrender. “Okay, okay!” 

Jimmy’s hands finally slid off Tango’s shoulders in favor of taking his hands. He raised them to his lips to lay soft kisses over his knuckles. “Look, I’m just saying, what’s wrong with really just taking a break? Here. With me. We’ll do something tomorrow if you really want to, but you can’t just be on the move all the time.” 

“I know, that’s how you get burnt out, right?” 

“Exactly,” said Jimmy. “Why don’t we just make a day of this?” He gestured vaguely between himself and Tango, relaxed in bed as they were. “I’ll make you coffee and breakfast, and we can just stay here for a while.” 

The soft, genuine smile on Jimmy’s expression could soften Tango in a heartbeat. Face to face as they were, Tango realized how much he’d missed Jimmy. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was never a better time to do nothing than in these weeks of being with his fiance. It was a rare time of his life with no projects, no deadlines, only the two of them in a remote ranch. Jimmy would eventually go back to Empires, Tango would eventually go back to Hermitcraft. These quiet moments alone were rare, so maybe he didn’t need a way to just fill the time; he could just be with Jimmy for a while. 

Tango let out a soft exhale, turning his hands in Jimmy’s so their palms were pressed flush and held his hands. “...I can’t say no to that.” 

Jimmy smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll make sure it’s a good day,” he assured Tango, before stealing another kiss. “By the end of it, you’ll be a professional at relaxing!”

As Tango kissed back, he couldn’t help but think that Jimmy might be right. After all, if this was what it felt like to slow down, it was something he could surely get used to.

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

Hi. If you are interested, please write about Chase/Carmen.

There are several ideas here, you can choose all, one or nothing.

1. It's been a few years since the end of season 4. Chase got into a car accident and lost his memory (he only remembers the first season of the animated series) and forgetting that Carmen is his wife. But Carmen does not despair, she spends the whole day with Chase and tries to remind him of important moments in their relationship.

2. Chase discovers Carmen in his apartment when he returned home after work in the evening. Carmen is studying his board with interest with notes about finding V.I.L.E. They talk and Carmen tells him about her past. This is after the end of season 4.

3. After a joint mission in Egypt, Chase turns out to have Carmen's phone number. Chase mostly sends questions about her, jokes, and old memes for Carmen. They begin to communicate often and Carmen's mom jokes that her daughter has a fiance.

Thank you for your request. I choose the topic number two, and I hope i didn't disappoint you.

If anyone has any idea about fanfic i would be happy to write it for you.

With love your author.

Chase Devineaux pushed open the door to his apartment, his body aching from another grueling day at Interpol. He could feel the strain of the day etched into his muscles, the relentless chase for V.I.L.E. operatives ever-present in his mind. With a sigh, he loosened his tie and tossed his keys on the counter, making a mental note to have a glass of his favorite scotch before calling it a night.But as he walked into the living room, he froze.

There, standing by the large bulletin board plastered with notes, photos, and strings connecting various V.I.L.E. agents and operations, was Carmen Sandiego. She stood confidently, her iconic red coat and fedora silhouetted against the dim light of his desk lamp. Her gloved hands were clasped behind her back as she studied his board with a keen interest.

"Carmen Sandiego," Chase said, his voice steady, hiding his surprise.

"What an unexpected… intrusion."Carmen turned around, a smirk playing on her lips. "Bonsoir, Devineaux. Nice to see you, too." Her tone was light, almost teasing. She glanced back at the board.

"You've been busy, I see."Chase's eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what game she was playing.

"How did you get in here? And what do you want?"She shrugged, a casual gesture that seemed to be her trademark.

"Getting in wasn’t too hard. You should consider upgrading your locks" She turned fully to face him, her expression becoming more serious.

"And as for what I want… I’m here to talk.""Talk?" Chase echoed, crossing his arms.

"You’ve never been one for small talk, Carmen."Carmen chuckled softly.

"No, I suppose I haven’t. But tonight is different. I’ve been thinking… about V.I.L.E., about my past, and… about my future."Chase raised an eyebrow.

"Your past? Why would you—""I wasn’t always Carmen Sandiego, the master thief," she interrupted.

"I was once a student, like anyone else, though perhaps more… impressionable." Her eyes flickered with a distant sadness, a shadow of old memories.Chase uncrossed his arms, curiosity piqued.

"Go on."Carmen took a deep breath and began to share her story. She spoke of her time at V.I.L.E. Academy, the deception, and the moment she realized she didn’t want to be what they had trained her to become. She spoke of her decision to leave, to fight back against V.I.L.E., to become someone who could right the wrongs in the world, even if it meant operating outside the law.Chase listened intently. This was a side of Carmen he had never seen before—vulnerable, introspective.

"You chose to become something different," he said slowly. "You chose your own path."

"Yes," Carmen replied softly. "But I can’t do it alone anymore. V.I.L.E. is still out there, still causing havoc. And I think… I think we might have a common goal after all.

"Chase felt a strange mix of emotions—confusion, intrigue, maybe even admiration.

"You want to work together?" he asked, almost incredulous.

"Something like that," she said with a faint smile. "At least for now. I need someone I can trust… someone who knows how they operate."Chase studied her for a long moment, weighing her words. Then, with a slow nod, he extended his hand.

"Alright, Carmen. Let’s see where this goes."Carmen shook his hand firmly, her eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding.

"Deal."As she turned to leave, Chase called after her. "Carmen… you know you’re still on Interpol’s most wanted list, right?"She glanced back, that trademark smirk reappearing.

"Then you’d better keep up, Chase." And with that, she slipped out into the night, leaving Chase alone with his thoughts—and the start of a most unexpected partnership.

[chishiyae]

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+ feat. ⋮ chishiya shuntarō

a/n. — nothing like some headcannons to start the new blog & slight spoilers for season 2 || masterlist.

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

keep in mind that he loves you, but he’s not one to express physical or verbal affection. instead, he finds fulfillment through acts of service. this includes things like opening the door for you, organizing your things, and even adjusting your position if you slept in a position that would cause you pain when you woke up.

B = Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

at first, you'd have no idea if you were his friend. you only “knew” you were his friend because he gave you useful trinkets and devices to help you defend yourself, which was based on intuition. fortunately, your intuition was correct because, while he'd never say whether he considered you a friend or not, he knew that, of all people, he'd never consider sacrificing you (first) in a dangerous situation. overall, he'd be a good friend if he genuinely thought of you as one, giving you constructive advice in your best interests. he'd even offer you his favorite cookies.

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

it would take a while to try and lure him into the world of cuddling. and I mean a while. even so, he's not going to ache or ignite it. he doesn't mind cuddles, but he also doesn't prefer them — they're just there. it's just something you do by resting your head on his arm while he reads or puts his hand behind his head. so you'd basically be pushing your body as close to his as possible without him doing the same.

D = Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he never put thought into settling down, he's one to just "go with the flow". because of this, he wouldn't be completely opposed to settling down. he’s a the type of person to follow a cook book (you decide how good he is) but an excellent cleaner. good at staying organized.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

quick and direct. doesn’t like to sugar coat things and a break up is no exception.

F = Fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

again, something he never gave much thought to before you. he'll be open to the idea once he's realized/decided he's ready to spend the rest of his life with you, which may take some time until he feels he's developed a strong bond with you and trust. he'd propose a small private ceremony, nothing too formal or big for the wedding.

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s unconcerned about the feelings and emotions of those around him. just saying what he thinks, regardless of what they think. but he knows that with you, he'll have to think about how you'll react a little more, so he studies you a little more carefully when he tells you shit that makes you upset. overall, he’ll be more genuine with you, but he won’t completely change his behavior. you shouldn't expect him to sugarcoat anything.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he became accustomed to you cuddling him, but he resents hugs. you'll hug his shoulder while his arm is around your neck, similar to how you cuddle. sometimes you won’t even get a arm around you.

I = I Love You (how fast do they say the L-word?)

it’s unpredictable. he didn't even say "I" the first time he said it. it took him the second time, and from then on he included it whenever he would say the phrase. perhaps it stems from his need for assurance that you won’t abandon or use him. maybe it's because he couldn’t believe he could ever feel that way. it would take him until he felt he could feel all of his emotions, including vulnerability, around you. he despises showing vulnerability and you’d be the first person he’d show it to. that’s a big deal.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

he's not the type to be jealous, he trust you, and with your constant reassurance, he knows you won't leave him. especially if it’s a stranger. why would you leave him for someone you don’t even know? if anything, he'd be irritated that someone is flirting with you while you clearly dismiss them, so he approaches and tells them you're with him before guiding you away.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his kisses are brief but lingering. he doesn't have much experience, but he's a doctor who understands the body and how it responds, so he does the best he can in those limited amounts of time to make you want more (such a manipulative fucker). he enjoys kissing you on the collarbone; it's just something he can't stop doing. but personally he enjoys the knuckle kisses you give him. no like seriously…it’s a problem at this point.

L = Little Ones (how are they around children, how do they feel about having kids, etc)

he’s never considered and doesn’t wish to consider having children; they’re simply not for him. 🙅🏽‍♀️

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with chishiya are best described as quiet and relaxed. I bring it up later, but he's an early bird. he wakes shortly after the sun rises, not by choice. he makes little noise when he gets up; he doesn't talk, but he is generally quiet. if you're still sleeping, when he's finished getting ready, he'll wake you up and tell you to get ready for work or whatever you have to do, asking if you want tea or coffee before he has to go to work himself. he doesn't like eating in the morning, but if you want, he'll make you a bagel or something small.

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

also calm and relaxed. on days when he has work, he sleeps late; on days when he does not, he sleeps early. he usually reads or thinks while staring at the ceiling when he sleeps late. you never get much out of his thoughts since he says "don't worry," but sometimes you and him have late night talks or read together.

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he's a reserved and private person, so it's natural for him to begin revealing things about himself when he feels he can truly trust you and you feel the same way. he won't say everything all at once, even if he has that level of mutual trust with you, because his guard will still be up a bit, so give him some time. and give him some time to mentally prepare for talking about an endless and harsh timeline of memories.

P = Patience (how easily angered are they?)

his level of patience is quite high. it takes a lot for him to become fully enraged, but even then, I would call it irritation rather than anger. but from his resting face, you wont be able to tell which is which.

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

ignore his expression, because he truly hangs on to everything you say. the same holds true if you gave him a gift. however, don't bring it up if you found something, such as jewelry you gave him a few months into your relationship, in a box on his nightstand. he'll dismiss and deny it.

R = Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

his favorite memory from your relationship would have to be the first time you told him you loved him. It was the biggest shock of his life — was he really loveable? did he truly want to spend the rest of his life with someone? he had a lot of questions after you fluttered his heart, but he still said it back, which is why it's his favorite.

S = Security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he seems unconcerned, but he is fairly protective. he'd give you trinkets and devices to help you defend yourself, as I said before (tasers, switchblades, ect.). however, this doesn’t prevent him from taking charge as well. he doesn't need protection because he knows he can take care of himself. but, hey, he wouldn't mind if you took charge and did it for him one day. at the very least, secretly. because he would scold you for doing so.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

his effort level is a solid 7/10. he makes little effort even outside of your relationship, so don't blame yourself. he does a variety of subtle actions for his partner that are minor in comparison to what other boyfriends do for their partners, but it's his way. he would, however, give more effort and thought when it came to important dates (anniversary, birthday, ect.). he remembers things well in general, but when it comes to you, he’s even better. if you mentioned something you couldn't do (like reorganizing your closet), he'd do it as a gift along with something else similar. perhaps a delicious home-cooked dinner, followed by a massage (he's full of surprises). small things are important to him, and he applies that attitude to his relationship.

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesn’t go to the gym, which is not necessarily a "bad" or "ugly" habit. just wanted to mention this. his fitness level is the lowest because he spent most of his time studying before the borderlands and never really valued it afterward. sure, he had to do it during his time in the hospital, but he wouldn't go on his own after that. maybe randomly a few days but that’s all.

V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he truly doesn’t care 💀. he doesn’t even have a hair routine so you’d have to assist with that.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

of course. he’s not ice cold. you became a part of his daily routine, so your leave would be painful.

X = Xtra (a random headcannon for them)

he doesn't make an attempt to celebrate valentine's day, so if you don't care about it much either, it’ll be simply another day. if you really like it, he’ll massage you and give a “happy valentine’s” kiss on your forehead.

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

he doesn’t like soft sweets. he’d take a jollyrancher or any other hard candy — but not soft sweets.

Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he doesn't need an alarm since his body is naturally programmed to wake up early. so, if you need to get somewhere early and aren't good at getting out of bed on time, he'll be there to help. but be warned: he'll try four times before giving up and letting you sleep in.

© 2023, CHISHIYAE

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I’m rewatching season 9 of Supernatural and it’s making me crave Cas fics. Maybe something where the reader met him as Steve but now he’s back to full angel mojo

Can I Get A Large Slushie?

Season 9 Castiel x Black! Reader

Warnings: drunk reader, heartbreak (on readers end), reader and Cas don't end up together romantically, it's more so an experience, i don't know why I can't write Cas that way but I think he's literally just too majestic for me. He's also weirdly hard for me to write so I'm sorry this isn't one of my better works

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Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Also sorry this took so long, I got really busy </3

She could still remember that day like it was yesterday. The cold afternoon breeze that blew over her arms that night. The night when it was the beginning of everything she ever knew changed.

Drunk tears streamed down her face, her white dress a muddled mess around her lower body. It was supposed to be her night. It was supposed to be for her, with her friends and family all there to celebrate her engagement. Yet, after half an hour, her ex-fiance was caught with his pants around his ankles and buried in her aunt Nella. All she could do was run. She ran out of that party like a bat out of hell. Where was she even going? Perhaps her location was the gas station.

She ran, until she abandoned her heels in her purse, her flask was empty and the Sun had long since set behind her.

Then she was there. Tipsy, depressed and at a gas station. Mascara streamed down her dark skin in big gooey chunks, and she wanted to rip off her false lashes. Even her wig was bothering her. A chilled breeze blew through the night sky, and she shivered. Rubbing her arms up and down her soft skin she looked up through tear filled lashes at the glowing sign.

If there was any place to wait for her Uber, she supposed it was better than the street. The door felt cold against her bare arms. Looking back, it was a cold night. That night gave her a distinct fondness for the cold. The AC blasted over her, as she looked around. The whiteness of the room blinded her. She called her Uber, probably the least important aspect of her night. She saw him then.

He was standing near the slushie machine, he was certainly handsome. Tall, with brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and pink lips. Perhaps if she wasn’t spending unnecessary time worrying about a man who cracked her heart in two, she would’ve taken a chance with him. 

Sliding next to him, she glanced down at her phone again ‘Mickey, 8 minutes away’. How she wished she had more than those eight minutes. 

“Is there something you need ma’am?” The voice startled her. She wasn’t expecting him to speak, in her 29 years of living she can’t really remember ever speaking to a gas station attendant.

“Yeah…can I get a large slushie?” She slurred and hiccuped. Oh what a fool she made of herself! If she could go back, she would’ve gone in there perfectly sober and asked for more than a slushie from him.

“Sure, you know if you mix 50% red and 50% blue together it’ll make a perfect shade of purple? Most people end up with either too much red or blue, so if we fill it up to the top of the ‘e’ with the first color, it’ll be a perfect 50%, and the rest will make it a perfect mix.” He enthused, pulling out a cup but dropping a few more on the ground. She flailed in an attempt to grab them, and she followed suit. After a few ungraceful moments her slushie was being poured, half red and half blue. Then, he (with a shocking amount of enthusiasm) shook up her drinking and placed a gorgeous colored concoction.

Maybe it was the liquor that did her in. The liquor that brought tears to her eyes, and made her start to cry once more.

“This is the nicest thing ever, thank you…” with a squint, she leaned in and read his name tag. “Steve. That’s a nice name, I knew a guy named Steve once. He was great, you know. He was a nice guy, dude smelled funky though.” With a pathetic whimper, Steve chuckled and led her away to the cash register. 

For some reason, her heart thumped in her chest. Perhaps from the copious amounts of casamigos thrumming through her blood. 

“Well hopefully, he smells better now.” Steve chuckled and she took a long and hard sip from her slushie, the cold freezing over her pained heart. With a swipe of her credit card, her slushie was paid for.

“I hope you have a better night than you’ve been having so far.” Steve grinned widely and she chuckled. A smile came over her sore features. How tired she was. Even talking hurt but in her drunken state it was all she wanted to do.

“Why thank you Steve, you’re such a sweetie pie! Oh but my night can’t get better. My life can’t either.” She sighed, laying her arm and head onto the counter. She can still recall Steve’s blue eyes glancing over her face.

“My fiance, or ex, or uncle or something. He plowed my aunt at our engagement party. Sure she’s only like six years older, but that’s still so weird. He already had me, who goes for a downgrade? Here I am. Sad, drunk, kind of sleepy. This slurpee is really good, thank you so much.” Her rant left her out of breath. He really was an angel, to listen to her depressing details of her life. A sigh that seemingly deflated her body made Steve rest his chin on his hands.

“Huh…I’m sorry that happened to you.” The response was earnest.

“I’m sorry it happened to me too.” Whipping tears from her eyes, and the streaks of mascara from her eyes. Her phone buzzed, ‘Mickey has arrived’.

“My Uber’s here.” She swallowed another giant gulp of her slushie.

“Okay, have a nice night!” Steve waved as the woman blinked in confusion, pushing herself off the countertop. 

“You’re a very cheerful gentleman.” She waved back with a giggle and stumbled off into the night.

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The next time she saw him, it was two weeks later. She went back to the store, craving yet another perfect slushie, and exhausted from the moving process. After kicking her ex to the curb, she was finally completely moved out. A nice little apartment that she’d spend the next three years off her life in even though she didn’t know it yet. 

Pushing open the door, the AC blasted against her warm skin once more.Her beeline to the slushie machine was quick, and before she knew it she was faced to face with Steve again.

“Hello there Steve.” He turned around, and grinned at her with a level of excitement someone who loved their job could have.

“Good afternoon, how are you doing today?” He asked her. Something about him drew her in. What was it though? Was it his generosity? Was it his simple naivety? No, but what was it?

“I’m doing just fine.” With a chuckle, she swiped her card. And feeling brand new from just being near Steve for some reason, she went on about her day.

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It had gotten to the point where if you cut her open, she would’ve bled that delicious purple she’d been consuming on a near daily basis. Their conversations, about essentially nothing, were just filled with sweet nothings. It was like speaking to a person with a pure view. For a moment, just a moment each day, it cleared her mind of all the pain she’d been forced to endure. Until one day, Steve’s innocent glee was missing. 

“Are you alright Steve?” She asked, while grabbing a pack of gum while she shook her cup around.

“I’m just thinking. Can I ask you something?” He took the gum from her and ran it over the scanner. Taking it back, she pulled out six dollars and prepared for her change.

“Sure, I’ve asked you plenty of questions.” 

“When you know you belong somewhere else doing something else, but you’re forced to be something you don’t want to be, what do you do?” A silence settled between the two of them. 

“I think you should do what you’re meant to do the best way you can. Even if you can’t do it the same way anymore.” She responded, sliding her gum into her purse.

“I think so too.” He gave her a tight lipped smile and a small wave goodbye. It was the last time for a while that she would see Steve.

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The next time it was six weeks later. Life moved on of course. She still had slushie’s just not as often. Without Steve, there was no point in going every day. Still her heart couldn’t forget him. Nothing ever happened between the two. Nothing more than thoughtful and absent minded conversations. Still he left some sort of gap in her heart.

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“Hi there, my name is Jack Matherson, this is my partner David Kendall. We’re detectives looking into the break in across the street, may we come in?” But when she saw ‘David’ her entire world melted. Instead it was Steve. At her flower shop, standing next to a very handsome man. 

“Sure…sure of course you can.” The two stepped in, and Steve or David or whatever his name was seemed to barely notice her. There he was right there, and this entire time she had been wondering where he had gone. What had happened to that silly guy from the gas station? Now here he was, a very well dressed cop in a trench coat.

He looked far more serious now, as if he was intent on whatever his mission was. Even the air around him felt far more cleansing. More so like whatever she had done in her life was judged and forgiven in his presence. He walked around absentmindedly, whispering to his green eyed partner. For a fast moment, they made eye contact.

“Hello there, it’s good to see you again.” She swallowed thickly. Was his voice always so gruff? Was this the thing he wanted to do the best way he could? It seemed like it, the way he was so domineering in the strangest way.

“You too.” With a quick nod, she slipped away into the back. Now she curses herself, for running away from someone who made her feel so oddly full. Not complete, but like a part of her was added, one that she never even knew she wanted.

Now, she was slurping on a large slurpee, her tongue staining purple and she sat on her window sill. Years later, she still thinks about him. She still thinks about how his energy brought many changes. Something about him illuminated something…untouchable? Unique. No, divine. Divine was the only word that could be used to describe the feeling that the presence of Steve brought. 

Now she was sitting at her window sill, slurpy finished, and missing that feeling and her Steve more than anything.

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Can you do the SFW Alphabet for Michaela?

https://the-coldest-goodbye.tumblr.com/sfw-template

this has been sitting in my inbox forever but here it is!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

i'd say she's pretty affectionate. it's definitely something she's gotten more comfortable with in public though.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

michaela is the best friend who encourages all of your horrible ideas and rides for you when you have a mess to clean up. she is an introvert so 90% of her friendships are initiated by the other person or involve some traumatic experience.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

major cuddler! big spoon enthusiast.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

she does, but she's not entirely sure what they would look like. she's decent at cooking and cooks for herself/friends/family in her downtime. during the season her diet is super strict so she has a personal chef who meal preps for her. she hates cleaning so she outsources that lol.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

see here lmao

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

michaela is 100% a commitment girl. she does want to get married one day but isn't sure how she'll be able to handle that alongside her career which takes so much out of her.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

relatively gentle when it's necessary. formula 1 is not for the weak. being a female driver is a very small club. she's had a lot of heartbreaking experiences so she's learned to suppress a lot of those emotions publicly.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

she's a big fan of the side hug unless you're jenson or a family member lmao

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

she takes this super slow so maybe 6-8 months at a minimum.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

michaela is perhaps the least jealous person alive. it's just not something she wants to put her energy into.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

soft and fleeting at first before growing deeper. she's a forehead kisses girly.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

she's great with children. it's one of those weird things where people who should have children aren't the most eager to have them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

michaela cannot sit still for the life of her. so she's up pretty early to work out, answer texts and emails etc. before like 8 am.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

normally she's out cold by 9pm lol

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

she's a secrets person. most of the time it's not entirely intentional but she does casually drop major info about herself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

it takes a lot to make her angry. it's one of the traits that kind of made her situation at mclaren that much worse.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

she remembers everything. she'll be in press conferences and casually drop stats about someone else's race history like it's common knowledge. it shocks journalists at times.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

definitely when jenson and myla surprised her after her monza win.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

not physically protective, more so she's the only one who can slander her friends & family.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

she's a romantic at heart so pretty full out every time.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

she picks at her lips when she's nervous. so when she's stressed and anxious they get pretty cut up and dried out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

a fair amount. she's highly conscious about her appearance considering the media will take any chance to criticize her. she never leaves the house without straightening her hair or at least covering it up with a hat.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

michaela's a very self-assured person. she knows her worth though she may question why she finds herself in less than favorable situations.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

"Home race, Mickey, how are you feeling?" Max asked, nudging Michaela's elbow as they approached the float for the drivers' parade. Michaela couldn't help but smile, the warmth of her home crowd washing over her. "It's so nice to be home with a serious team behind me," she said, her voice filled with both excitement and a hint of relief. The group of drivers broke into laughter, knowing she was referring to her tumultuous previous two seasons at McLaren. Fernando leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You and Carlos seem pretty cozy together, maybe we should start placing bets on when you'll announce your relationship." The laughter abruptly halted, and Carlos's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. He shot a glare at Fernando, but before he could respond, Michaela stepped in. "Fernando… we're not dating," she said, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Never have, never will." Fernando's eyes widened comically. "What? Really?" His playful smile faded into a look of genuine confusion. "But you're always together, finishing each other's sentences, looking at each other… like that." Michaela and Carlos exchanged a horrified glance, their expressions mirroring one another's disgust. "Fernando, en serio?" Carlos managed to get out, his voice tight with irritation. "What?" Fernando replied, still not understanding the gravity of his mistake. "You're both so compatible, no?" Michaela couldn't help but laugh at his obliviousness. "We're just friends, Fernando." She looked over at Carlos, whose narrowed gaze was focused on the side of his countryman's features. "Great friends," she emphasized, slapping him on the back, receiving a sharp glare from a visibly annoyed Carlos.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i imagine she's not a big fan of unambitious people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

michaela can and will fall asleep any and everywhere. she's just a sleepy girl and she needs a minimum of 10 hours of sleep to operate normally.

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So I decided to go back and look at all the psychic's predictions for Rebecca:

The green matchbook: it has appeared several times, and I'm beginning to think that green matchbook is actually a red herring. We want to connect it to Sam, to Ted, but what if it's just a talisman, a nod to the psychic being accurate?

"Shite in Nining Armour": Running into her ex and his new fiance, who says that exact phrase. Perhaps a sign of others moving on and finding their person, time for her as well.

"Thunder and lightning, and you're upside down and you're drenched, but you're safe": I mean...this is obviously when she flipped head first into the canal and was rescued by Dutch McDreamy, and remember what Roy told her in Season Two? "You deserve someone who makes you feel like you've been struck by fucking lightning."

"You will have a family; you're going to be a mother": Note the psychic said nothing about pregnancy, or even necessarily about children. So this could mean a range of things...that AFC Richmond is her family, that she marries Dutch McDreamy and becomes a stepmother to his daughter, ends up with Ted and is a stepmom to Henry. Someone even predicted Sassy dies in an accident and Rebecca becomes Nora's mum (to which I say NO SAVE SASSY). But tonight's last scene with Rebecca, where Bex and Rupert's former assistant show up at her doorstep for advice...perhaps she's about to become mother to a new #metoo movement?

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A few weeks ago I watched “I Know Where I’m Going” (1945) after learning the titles of the Good Omens s2 episodes, specifically episode 3′s “I Know Where I’m Going”. I thought perhaps the tartan hills of Scotland was the only connection between the two, but perhaps there’s more than that...

Basically, I woke up this morning and immediately thought, I’ve got to write this down!!

Spoilers below~

"I Know Where I’m Going” (1945) follows a young woman named Joan who is determined and headstrong and unwaveringly knows what she wants and how to get it.

She is not very wealthy herself, but at the start of the movie we learn that she is engaged to an older man who is an industrial/business tycoon of some kind. We never see him on screen.

Joan is given very strict instructions on how to reach the distant Western Scottish island on which her wedding is to take place. This involves an overnight train (she sees the tartan hills in her dreams) and several ferries. She has to travel across one larger island to reach her final destination. Upon reaching the penultimate island, however, she gets stuck there due to the weather, wind, and rough seas.

On this island, she meets impoverished but generally content residents, as well as the naval officer Torquil. Joan and Torquil start to bond. Joan is reliant on him and the other residents - they are very different to her, an ambitious go-getter.

Joan worries about how her hanging around Torquil might look, since she is on the eve of her wedding (if only the weather would cooperate!) so even while relying on Torquil she sits apart from him at restaurants, tries not to be seen with him, despite their growing closeness and her growing uncertainty. When she runs into him while spending time with friends of her fiance, they pretend not to know each other. She also learns that Torquil is the laird of the islands, and her fiance rents the island from him. Torquil does this because he needs the money.

After many days stuck on the island, Joan decides to hire an inexperienced lad to pilot a boat across the sea to her final destination. Though this is very selfish of her, and risky for all, she decides she has to do this because she must run away from Torquil, who she cares for, and towards her goal - her business tycoon fiance.

Torquil jumps on the small boat before Joan and the young man set across the sea - they all almost die but Torquil manages to get the ship back to the island they set off from.

Once the weather improves, it seems like Joan will set off to marry her tycoon after all - but of course she doesn’t! She returns to Torquil as he explores the ruins of his cursed ancestral castle. (The curse, it turns out, is marriage).

That was a little longer than I intended. But I think there is so much overlap with this season and season 1 of Good Omens. Joan could easily simply not see Torquil - tell him to go - but she keeps spending time with him, albeit pretending to be strangers, or sitting at different tables. So like Aziraphale and Crowley’s first 6000 years on earth.

Joan decides that she wants to marry a wealthy man and be comfortably well off (and nothing wrong with that!) even though we don’t get a sense that she loves her fiance, and she even has a bad dream about marrying his faceless business rather than a person. This feels so much like Aziraphale and heaven. He wants what heaven represents, but that’s not what heaven is. But he is driven by his duty and determination, and unlike Joan, by a selflessness. He thinks he can make heaven and earth better in a leadership role. Joan wants a better life for herself and her middle class family.

At the end of season 2, we’re at the point where Joan is trying to cross the dangerous seas to get to her planned wedding and the life she’s determined to have, and determined to get away from Torquil. Likewise Aziraphale is determined to drop what he really loves, and what he really needs, because he “knows where [he’s] going”. The seas will be insurmountable but he’ll return to Crowley in season 3, likely with Crowley’s help (as Torquil steered the ship in the movie) to stop heaven’s next shenanigans.

From the song of the same name:

“I know where I'm going / I know who's going with me / I know who I love /The devil knows who I'll marry“

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MAG 48 - apple cutting

Did someone say anchor statement???

"I’d pick up travelling companions for a few days here and there, but for the most part I would spend weeks without speaking my own language." - As someone from East/Central Europe with a bunch of US friends I talked about this a lot and how it affects us. Like the US is huge, but in every state they will speak your language. In Europe I can drive 100 north, boom, Czech. 250 km to the south, boom, Slovenian. 300 km south, Italian. 300 km east, Hungarian. 300 km southeast, Serbocroatian… Only big brother Germany is convenient xD And trust me, there are so, sooo many people who really can't speak English in Europe. There was a study not long ago which claimed that Austria was the second best European country regarding being able to speak English (Number 1 was the Netherlands, if I remember correctly) and I was shocked, like "How bad is it in other countries then because Austrians are shit when it comes to English."

"Obviously, I couldn’t do another four months, but I figured that just the one would let me revisit my favorite spots in the south – Slovenia, Switzerland, Bavaria, Italy, maybe Monaco or bits of southern France." - Wow, wonderfully left out the obvious space of Austria there, I'm heartbroken (jk, I know Austria gets full attention in two statements).

Somehow, now hearing a British person talking about travel in Italy I can't think of anything other than James May, our man in Italy! XD

Last year for vacation I was in Italy in September as well. It's really perfect, school has started again so you're off-season and the weather is still super warm or even hot.

"He was pale, scrawny almost, and looked utterly out of place. His loose, bright shirt was in stark contrast to his long, black hair." - Gerry!

"He was staring at me with an air of concentration. Like he was trying to read something written very small on my forehead." - Hahahaha, I imagine him squinting at Andrea Nuniz with a puzzled look on his face XD

"what he wanted was to have a nice holiday in peace. He said it in a really accusatory way, like I was ruining his holiday somehow, and I said so. He sighed and said that he wasn’t in the business of helping strays" - very subtle static there. Also I just wanna say that I love Gerry. Good-hearted characters are often described as Golden Retrievers, which doesn't really fit him very well, so I'd say he's that stray dog that pretends they don't care but is actually really friendly and kind.

"Was I married? Did I have a fiance, partner, friends? I told him no, not really. I was just about sick of his stupid questions, but he sounded oddly desperate. Siblings? No." - Desperately scrambling for an anchor to save that poor traveller's life.

"Mother? Of course I had a mother." - lol

"As I left, I heard him call after me, telling me to remember my mother, to keep her face in my mind." - anchor, anchor, anchor!

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Well good idea going to look for him on your own, I guess?…

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Good job, Jon!

"She’s been doing her work with the same diligence as before the Prentiss incident" - I think it's hilarious that the Not!Them had to work an office job for about 6 to 7 months XD

Oh yes, ending with a wonderful scene about evidence of Jon getting more and more unhinged. Great comedy! On my first listen I really didn't expect Elias to be the big bad at this point, just a normal corporate asshole. I actually thought Martin was kinda sus, disappearing into the tunnel during the Prentiss attack, finding Gertrude's body, the letter to his mother etc. Not in a bad way sus, I just thought he would definitely be more involved than it seems.

He was a lot more involved in the end

[weathereyehorizon]

I posted 1,035 times in 2022

That's 836 more posts than 2021!

229 posts created (22%)

806 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mostlyinthemorning

@noahreids

@farm-witches-fic-recs

@lizzie-bennetdarcy

@outerrangesource

I tagged 1,017 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#noah reid - 320 posts

#schitt's creek - 165 posts

#david x patrick - 141 posts

#patrick brewer - 83 posts

#noahvember - 75 posts

#schitt's creek fanfiction - 74 posts

#outer range - 73 posts

#david rose - 73 posts

#scs6callbacks - 61 posts

#schitt's creek fanfic - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#i'm so lucky to have found the kindest souls to spend my online and offline time with

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Noah Reid performs at the Danforth Music Hall - Nov. 18/22

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85 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#4

We never really know the celebrities (Noah would laugh at being called a celebrity) who capture our hearts. We often become endeared to a character they play, or a song or album that speaks to us in some way. Then, we might fall a little harder, dig a little deeper, because their work is so impactful that we want more of it, and to maybe understand a little bit about where that depth of talent comes from.

Depending on their own level of comfort with sharing and/or social media savvy/affinity, we may be lucky enough to get a glimpse of who they are as a person, the relationships they've built, and the things that matter to them. But that's never the whole picture. That's not for us to know, because of course we don't really know them. So all we can do is continue to enjoy and appreciate them (and perhaps fanperson in private and anonymous spaces), and hope that the image and persona we've created for them comes close to who they really are.

I'll never know the real Noah Reid, but it sure doesn't hurt that every person who has had a chance to work with him provides both solicited and unsolicited praise for his talent, his professionalism, his kindness, and his humanity. This is someone who I'm proud to be a fan of.

117 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#3

107 vs 608

Season 6 of Schitt's Creek was a love letter to the fans, with callbacks to the other seasons littered throughout every episode.

It ended how it began for Ted and Alexis

118 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#2

503 vs 602

Season 6 of Schitt's Creek was a love letter to the fans, with callbacks to the other seasons littered throughout every episode.

Just a couple of soft boyfriends and then soft fiances having some casual intimacy snuggled up in bed. It's worth noting David's side of the bed (I will not be fielding further discourse on this 😜) and his willingness to get murdered first for Patrick.

120 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🎥 primalperformance & nbcsnl

"Man Stain"

starring Dan Levy featuring Noah Reid and his muscles

132 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

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[shroudkeeper]

S O F T for either of your ladies?

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) I answered this one previously in the other ask ❤️

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

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Since Kikyo has never had a partner or been in a situation like this, I will shift the focus to my elezen. Rivienne is extreme when it comes to protecting a loved one. She will literally throw herself in the heat of battle ( and thrive ) to keep her partner or family safe and ensure that this threat is eliminated entirely. Often leading to her opponent's demise. Interestingly enough, she is just getting accustomed to being protected, for she never really depended on anyone or anything else to provide that security for her. She thinks it is rather cute, and sexy, that her partner would defend her.

In the end, it benefits them.

Rivienne, once upon a time, was quick to get married. She was young, in love, foolish and excited. Though much of that comes from inexperience and naivete. She has grown a lot since that time, being an elezen well into her 40's, and has learned to take time with her commitment, to allow it to grow and flourish in its own time. Will she marry the man who has kept her heart safe these past couple of years? I believe so, but she is enjoying the adventure and allowing it to take them both there when the time is right.

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Kikyo would be the type of person who puts a lot of effort into dates and yet manages to keep them from getting too grandiose in the process. Since simplicity in fact can speak volumes since everything she does is from the heart and done so deliberately.

The young lady would choose a date when the moon is at her fullest, or when the plum or cherry blossoms have bloomed; perhaps she'd pick a spot at a shrine where they could be visited by the forest spirits. And she'd always prepare meals for them in which one could taste the most important ingredient: the love she pours into each dish.

All her gifts would hold special meaning, whether it is an arrangement of seasonal flowers, intricately folded origami, or a haiku - it is all personal and made by her hands. Nothing she does is without thought of intent, since she is non-verbal, every act of kindness comes from love and is meant to address the feelings she wishes she could express with words.

[afirewiel]

I do agree that miscommunication is overused as a troupe and yes, perhaps it would have been nice to see Charlotte actually go to him and admit her feelings. However, I don’t agree that is entirely out of character for her. 

Mr. Colbourne being engaged isn’t merely a rumor to her. Georgiana told Charlotte Lady Lydia was engaged and it was Lady Lydia herself who told Georgiana, so Charlotte has no reason to doubt the veracity of the news. 

And it is important to remember that it was not public knowledge that Lady Lydia was secretly courting another man behind her mother’s back. Only Lady Lydia and her suitor knew. I doubt even Harry knew. 

But Charlotte did know that Lady Monterose wanted her daughter to marry Mr. Colbourne. In fact it was Lady Lydia who first told Charlotte that Lady Monterose thought the two of them would make a good match and Charlotte did give Lady Lydia some advice on how to get Mr. Colbourne to open up. So of course both Charlotte and Georgiana are going to assume that Lady Lydia’s fiance is Mr. Colbourne. 

So as far as Charlotte knows Lady Lydia as good as admitted that she and Mr. Colbourne are engaged. She has no reason to doubt it, to “investigate.” 

Sure she could have confronted him about it, but I think you’ve overlooking the fact that is not the first time this has happened to Charlotte. Sidney chose Eliza over her. And while Charlotte has as good as called it a “distant memory” and I think it’s safe to say that she’s afraid of being pained again. I don’t blame her for not going to him. I think she’s afraid of being rejected and hurt. Again. So of course she doesn’t say anything to him. Of course she just gives up and decides to leave because it’s easier than facing more pain.

I think that’s what the writers were going for this going for this episode. A parallel to the end of season 1. Only instead of Sidney going after her and asking her to tell him she understood, it’s Mr. Colbourne stopping her to tell her he’s a free man. This time it’s a happy ending. You may not like how it was executed and that’s fine. I do think it was a little rushed, myself. But I do understand what the writers were trying to accomplish here and it appreciate that.

Sanditon thoughts

Why yes I did binge Sanditon and have *opinions* Everything under a cut so nobody gets spoiled. Since I'm going to mostly be talking about the last episode... you have been warned.

I should say first off that I really enjoyed the majority of the season. The tension. The hand touches. The declarations. The theme of women taking control of their lives. It was all fantastic. All the feels.

That's why the last episode was such a massive disappointment. The miscommunication trope is a staple of the romance genre but it's a staple that is losing favor. For good reason! Too often it is thinly supported and makes little sense. Unfortunately, Sanditon's last episode is a textbook example of this.

Charlotte merely hearing that Alexander might be engaged was not enough motivation for her to just throw her hands up and be all "I guess I'm going to Ireland!" In fact, I think such a choice is contrary to the entire theme of the season. Charlotte is meant to be independent and strong but she can't go and investigate the rumor? She can't ask a single person if it is true?? She can't tell the guy how she feels? She was so mad at him for not speaking sooner and then she does the same? It makes no sense. It's anti-character growth.

Putting aside her not investigating. Let's assume it is true. Alexander Coulborne is engaged. Does that mean they can't be together? Nope! Even taking into account the whole stigma of ending an engagement in the Regency it makes no sense.

First, the engagement is a secret. The woman would suffer no ill effects from a broken engagement. (Not that the show seemed to be even taking that into account but still).

Second, the show spent a lot of time pushing home the point that Coulbourne disagrees with the idea of marriage without love. He wanted her to discard Ralph. Why would she think he would choose differently with the roles reversed?

Third, not giving Alexander the choice is disrespectful. Charlotte knows he loves her. NOT telling him that she is available robs Alexander of the chance to make his own decision about his future.

Fourth, the choice to have Charlotte just give up is the opposite of the theme of the season. The entire season was about women taking control of their lives and not letting the men dictate what they should do. Charlotte being active in pursuing Alexander would have fit better than her giving up.

The miscommunication route was lazy and unnecessary. It was a sad way to end an otherwise very enjoyable season.

I mean imagine that they hadn't fallen onto that tired old trope.

Instead, we could have had an awesome conversation that mirrored Alexander's and their first meeting. Just imagine...

Charlotte goes to the house, enters the study, and he looks up from his writing. She is just as awkward as the first time.

She confesses that she has come with no expectations but rather she must tell him that her circumstances have changed. He swallows, and sits up straighter.

She tells him that she could not marry Ralph when she loved another. When she loved him. He rises, eager to embrace her but she puts up a hand. Continues to tell him that she respects that he moved on, that he could not wait for her, and that she would never want to ruin another woman's happiness. She flees from the room. He follows.

Catching her in front of the house, he tells her there is nothing to ruin. He is free to marry where he wishes. KISS!

And then instead of a quick flash of scenes, we get to actually enjoy a bit of wedding planning. Maybe a small argument. Maybe they talk about the school plans. WHATEVER.

The point is that I did not need the manufactured drama.

I did need Charlotte to actually articulate her feelings for Alexander. I did need to see them announcing their marriage to Leo. I did need hints that this relationship was going to go the distance because it was based on open communication.

Anyway. That's it. I just had to share that.

[maleficarwarden]

ZevWarden week 2022 Day 7 – Seasons of the year (holidays, weather, etc.)

Pairing: Zevran/Nellan Surana (M/M), Rating: T, with suggestive flirting. Set post-origins, as Nellan and Zev travel around Thedas looking for adventures.

Summary: Zev is not used to the horrid mountain climate. Unluckily, his dear Warden is intent on going to a festival in a snow-covered village. Luckily, his fiance is a fire mage.

Read on ao3.

“So what is this festival supposed to be again?” Zev asked, raising his eyebrow, barely visible from under the hood he regrettably had to wear so as not to freeze his ears off in the harsh mountain climate they were in. And he thought Haven had been cold. Foolish, really.

“I think they called it Cheeseweek.” Nellan didn't seem affected at all, confidently leading them through the snow, not even wearing his gloves. Damn Fereldens and their resistance to the cold. “As far as I've been told, it's primarily about eating lots of pancakes and pastries made of or with cheese. And playing various games.”

“How curious,” Zev muttered, pulling his coat collar higher to hide from the cold a bit more. “And do you, perhaps, also know the meaning of the festival? And whether it would be considered an offence should we decide to spend it indoors with a fire going instead?”

“From what they've told me, it's about seeing the winter off and welcoming spring.” Nellan stopped and turned to Zev, his gaze almost annoyingly tender as he stepped to the assassin.

“May I point out that winter by no means seems gone yet?” He grumbled, freezing in place when the mage cupped his cheek gently. His hands were warm, though, and Zev leaned into the touch, cherishing the affection as much as the unexpected warmth. Nellan chuckled.

“That's why they need the festival. To show winter out like a guest overstaying their welcome.” He sighed. “I'm very curious about the festival, since it's not like any I've seen before. There are some games the locals like, apparently, and I want to see what they are. But I don't want to drag you along if you'd rather stay in the inn.”

Zev felt his heart soften. He covered Nellan's hand with his own, clad in a glove from the pair that his lover had given him within days of them meeting for the first time. Turning his face just enough to nuzzle into the mage's hand, he left a chaste kiss on his palm.

“I am sorry for complaining this much. It does sound interesting, amore, and I'd love to experience it with you. I am merely not accustomed to the cold, which is proving somewhat complicated. But  it is of no concern.”

“Perhaps, I can try and warm you up?” Nellan's playful expression was intriguing.

“What do you have in mind, my Warden?”

“Oh, just this,” with that, he was pulled into an open-mouthed kiss that could likely warm him up from the dead. He could swear that Nellan's tongue was hotter than usual, and a wave of heat went through his entire body as the kiss went on. He no longer felt cold; his fingers prickled with a far more familiar feeling of sweltering wind washing over him, reminiscent of his homeland. Only then did he realise that the warmth was accompanied by an underlying softness, an almost honeyed sweetness, that made its way all throughout his body. He inhaled sharply at the realisation of what was happening, kissing his beloved with more fervour, gripping the hand on his cheek.

When he pulled away, he didn't move far, giving Nellan the sweetest grin he was capable of.

“So this is one of the benefits of being engaged to a fire mage?” His partner laughed at that.

“One of them, yes. Feel better?”

“Certainly,” Zev leaned closer to kiss Nellan's cheek. “I've still not gotten used to how lovely your magic feels.”

He could swear there was a hint of a pleased blush colouring Nellan's face. Elated, Zev took the mage's hand off his face and left a kiss on his knuckles.

“So,” he spoke again, delighting to no end in his beloved's quiet giggle at the praise and the kiss, “shall we go and see what this festival is all about? Now that my nose is not in danger of freezing off, I am rather interested in finding out what games the locals have.”

“Thank you,” the mage smiled sweetly as he leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.

Nellan intertwined their fingers, lowering their hands, and stepped backwards with a grin, tugging Zev to follow. Not that the assassin had any other idea, happily following his beloved even when the man turned around and walked faster. That just made Zev pick up his pace to walk next to the mage.

The festival turned out to have more food than the village could reasonably eat. Zev particularly liked little griddle cakes said to be made with farmer's cheese. Nellan was a fan of sweet pancakes, stuffed with a filling of berries cooked down with some honey. The games turned out to primarily be for those looking for a partner, which they found out after the one of the games started without them even being invited. Perhaps there was something about feeding each other sweet treats, kissing regularly, and Nellan wearing an earring that looked like a regular ring on a chain, that gave them away as an engaged couple, although Zevran couldn't imagine how it would.

There was one game they were invited to participate in, though. After the first half a dozen games, where quite a few people paired up, thin firm breadsticks were handed out to couples, and they were supposed to bite on the breadstick from either side at the same time, not letting it fall or break. As someone explained, if a part of the breadstick fell, that meant the couple would have an “unhappy union,” and if it broke, the couple was destined to have many disagreements. While if their lips met over the breadstick, they could kiss on the spot, as that was supposed to mean that their union would be a happy and harmonious one.

Looking at Nellan's excited face as he listened to the rules, Zev knew they wouldn't sit that one out. But as long as it made his beloved happy, he was happy to participate.

Their eyes met as the breadstick was placed between them and they both bit on their respective ends. Nellan looked focused and determined, perhaps taking the game a little too seriously. Zev exhaled in amusement, both of them waiting for a signal.

Someone yelled, “Go!” Diligently, Zev focused on the game, barely noticing how both Nellan and he got to the middle of the breadstick. And then there were lips on his own, and he closed his eyes, kissing Nellan softly, enjoying the moment and not deepening the kiss.

There were cheers of the crowd, but they seemed far away, especially as Nellan's arm made it around Zev's waist, his other hand setting under the hood on the back of the assassin's neck. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around his beloved's shoulders, not minding the crowd growing louder.

Too soon for Zev's liking, Nellan pulled away, giving him a soft smile. He looked Zev deep in the eyes for a few moments, before clearing his throat and speaking.

“Thank you for coming to the festival with me. I never got to go to anything like this, growing up in the Circle and all, and this... this was special.”

Zev smiled at him gently.

“I am happy to go to as many festivals with you as you wish, amore mio.” He paused, looking at Nellan, before his smile grew into a smirk. “Especially if they have games like this one. Or, perhaps, dirty ones.”

Nellan laughed, leaning in for another brief kiss.

“I don't know about the festivals, but we can play a few of our own in our room. I've seen what I wanted of the festival, so...” The mage bit his lower lip, looking at Zev meaningfully.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let us head back now, amore, please.” He knew from Nellan's laugh that he would not be refused.

“Let's go then.”

Zev grinned to himself as they said their goodbyes to the locals, heading through the snow towards the inn they had a room in. Even with the atrociously cold weather, it had been a nice day, all things considered.