#3 Cathrines!?

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Dead People Musicals™️ explained badly

Hamilton: Pew bang bang write crap oh hell everyone is depressed and Ham is a sleep deprived writer (Cathy) with a list of bad ideas

Ride The Cyclone: Funky choir kids have a fun time talking with a rat, trauma, and realizing they don’t deserve what happened to them all while being the dorks that they are

SIX: Screw men, women hot! Pop band except filled with trauma covered by a chaotic group of friends who just so happen to all desperately need therapy (The LiW are throwing therapy and happiness at them as they screech and hiss like a cat)

[aw-colorcat]

Greggy horror

[chrlvctius]

i miss her sm :(( i literally break down everytime i hear someone talking about her coming back 😭😭

[latenightmoth]

someone please anyone, i need to read about 14 crying in donna's arms.

[agentcoltslaw]

Early Xmas gift to idk the fandom?! And a birthday gift to butch as well! I hate hands so that's why they're terrible

[deetealeaf]

yo SIX fans where art thou

[eurovisionart]

🇩🇰 Anne Cathrine Herdorf - En lille melodi

[repulsiveliquidation]

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate

Leah Williamson x Reader

warnings: angst, nightmares, soothing the loml.

11PM, Friday Night

Leah just got home from a night out with the Arsenal girls. Team bonding was important to the captain and the girls decided on going for a spot of dinner after late practice on Friday. The hard rap of her shoes on the hard wood floors rang through the apartment and the jingle of her keys signaled you of her return. You didn’t want to join them for dinner, deciding to have a little time to yourself while Leah enjoyed herself. You had a movie going, big bowl of popcorn and a little facemask on. You’ve been stressed at work for a while, when you told Leah about your little self-care plan, she was a little jealous to say the least.

“Hello, love.” Leah said softly as she walked into the bedroom, dopey smile on her face.

“Hi baby, how was dinner?” You looked up from where you were snuggled into her side of the bed, popcorn laid forgotten on your side of the bed. Siting up, she came over to you and kissed your forehead. You smiled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. She started to undress, eager to jump into bed and join you for the rest of your movie.

“It was nice, the girls missed you though. McCabe teased you of bailing ‘cause you didn’t like them anymore!” Leah said with a laugh, rummaging through your closet in search of your clothes instead of hers. You just sat up and watched her, eyes full of admiration for her that she didn’t see in that moment. She disappeared into the bathroom, her night routine taking barely 10 minutes so you weren’t going to be waiting on her long.

“So, what did you do all night hm?” Leah yelled from the bathroom; mouth clearly full of toothpaste.

“Where are your manners, Leah Cathrine? I just had leftovers and was watching the movie. I felt like having popcorn so I made a bag but it doesn’t taste the same as when you make it. It’s from a microwave bag, how it can taste different to when you do it is beyond me.” You answer with a wide grin when she pokes her head out of the bathroom to stick her tongue out at you.

“Well, I make it with love. You clearly went without it. But that’s a secret, I’ll kill you if you tell.” she answers walking back into the room, wearing your shorts and your t-shirt. You had moved the popcorn bowl into the kitchen and brought more pillows into the little nest you tried to make on the big bed. Leah; the child that she is; belly flops onto your hard work, sinking right into the middle of the bed and pulling your surprised form into her arms with a yelp. You turn and grin, snuggling into her strong arms.

“I missed you. I still haven’t gotten a kiss you know. Now, that’s bad manners.” Leah quips, grinning down at you as you look up at her. Her eyes are so blue and mesmerizing you almost didn’t hear her. She kisses you before you can answer, lips warm and breath minty. It’s almost too good, your lips molding into hers like the last piece of a puzzle; completely perfect. You’ve been together three years now but every time you kiss, she swears is better than the last.

Pulling away, you answer in an out of breath whisper, “I missed you too, Lee.” She surges forward again, kissing you harder than before. Her arm wraps around your shoulders tighter, her other hand cupping your cheek as your hands hold onto her shirt tightly in balled fists. You make out for a while, whispering things about your day to each other, boring movie on the telly forgotten.

3:30AM, Saturday Morning.

You wake up with a jolt, tears cascading down your cheeks. You’re out of breath, hair a downright mess. You immediately check on Leah, you didn’t even feel her wake up with you. The fear in your eyes scare her for a fraction of a second before she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her chest.

“I’m here darling, it was just a bad dream. You’re okay, you’re safe.” She mumbles into your ear. Her deep, sleepy voice somehow gets you to start to calm down. She somehow pulls you even closer, making you sit between her legs with your back against her chest.

“Shh, darling. I need you to tell me three things you feel babygirl. Just like we practiced, hm? Can you do that for me, sweet?” Leah soothingly whispered in your ear, your breathing slowly coming down. You were shaking, her arms snaking around your waist and rubbing your clammy skin soothingly.

“U-Uh, the blanket, y-your breath, y-your hands touching m-me…” you stammered out, earning a soft kiss to your ear and a “good job baby,” from Leah.

She rocked you from side to side, knowing it soothed you. “I need three things you see, beautiful.”

You took a deep, reassured breath and began to speak, “Y-Your jacket, my computer a-and the street lamp,” your hand gripped hers, fingers intertwined on your stomach.

“I’m so proud of you, my girl. Last one, I need three things you can hear, my love.” She asked, voice just above a whisper, lips softly peppering kisses on your shoulder.  

“The bathroom light, your heart, a car going by.” You give her, no sign of fear in your voice. “Yes!” Leah thinks, proud of herself for calming you and proud of you for trusting her.

“I’m so proud of you darling, did so well for me.” She turns you around in her arms, scooting back against the headboard with you straddling her lap. You fiddle with your fingers, not wanting to look at her. The streetlamp shines a soft glow into the room, both of your faces barely visible to the other. She grabs your chin softly and turns your gaze at her. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You nod slowly, bottom lip quivering slightly. She wraps her arms around you again, ready to soothe you a second time as the tears begin to fall but this time, in a relief sort of way.

“Someone broke onto the pitch and got to you. He hurt the girls too, I couldn’t get to you in time, you died in my arms Lee, it just felt so real.” You sob into her neck, Leah rubbing your back and shushing you.

“I’m sorry that happened baby, no one’s gonna get me. I promise.”

“What if someone does?”

“I won’t let ‘em baby. If they do, I know you’ll be there to save me.”

“You can’t get hurt again; promise me.”

“I promise, my love. Now, how about some hot chocolate?”

Slowly clambering out of bed, you both walk hand in hand into the kitchen. You jump up to sit on the counter as Leah makes the hot chocolate. She can’t cook to save her life but she manages to make a good hot chocolate. The two of you sip in silence when you notice yours has more marshmallows than hers.

You were lucky to have her and she thought the same of you.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Friends or Lover

Hello there!

This is a lovely request that you can find here. Again it's a fiction so I'm not claiming that I know the truth about anything. Also this is a sweet wonderful world where ACL are unbreakable.

Enjoy ♥

TW : None

PART 1 | PART 3

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"When will you stop hiding?"

Leah’s question, asked to Katie make the woman raise a surprised look on her friend. Both in practice before tonight’s game, they were stretching when Leah spoke in a thoughtful and curious tone.

"What?" Katie raises her eyebrows.

"Caitlin and you"

Katie’s eyes automatically fall on Caitlin, who is also busy warming up with Kyra and Steph. The Irishwoman then shifts her attention to Leah, who naturally saw where Katie’s eyes had turned.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about" Katie grumbles as she resumes her exercises.

"Yeah right" Leah chuckles with a mischievous smile.

A few seconds of silence pass between the two young women, Katie preferring not to respond to Leah’s provocation. Obviously, Leah noticed the glances exchanged and the flirty smiles between Katie and Caitlin, for a very long time now. Katie and Leah have known each other for many years and the blonde knows her friend like the back of her hand.

"Is it because of Lia?" asks Leah soon after, more serious this time

Katie sighs and scratch the back of her head. There is no need to denied more if her friend knows already right?

"Kind of. We don't want people assume that Caitlin and Lia broke up because of that. All happened after the break up, the falling into the other and all, and after my break up too. We don't want to hurt Lia in anyway, she's my friend and I love her. And I don't want Ruesha to know too."

"Why that?"

"You know how she is" Katie shrugs

Leah hums, looking at Lia for some seconds. Both women didn't realize that Caitlin is looking at them now, clearly asking herself what the hell they are talking about.

"I don't think you have to worry about Lia, she will be fine. And for Ruesha even if some Arsenal's girls would know, no one will talk to her about it. Sorry to tell you that, but no one really liked your ex."

"How do you know for Lia?" Katie asks, frowning and skipping the last part of the sentence.

"I just know" Leah answers, trying to suppress a smile on her lips.

She failed and Katie notice immediately. The Irish woman drop whatever she was doing, eyes wild.

"Leah Cathrine Williamson, don't tell me..."

"What? Can you really blame me? Plus you can happily live your love with Caitlin now"

"I never said it's love"

"What is it then?"

"... friends? Who cares a lot for each others and... who... give... each others attention and, well, kind of... wild sex?"

Leah almost choke while laughing and Katie rolls her eyes while smiling. Jonas call them soon after, informing them of some last minute tactical changes. Taking advantage that everyone is gathered, Caitlin discreetly approaches Katie. Positioned slightly behind her, Katie must turn a little to look at the Australian when she whispers in her ear.

"What were you and Leah talking about?"

Their faces are only a few centimeters apart and Caitlin momentarily forgets that she asked a question, her eyes sliding on the lips of her interlocutor. Bowing an amused eyebrow when seeing Caitlin’s gaze, Katie gives her a playful hip shot before answering her.

"Not here. Later, okay?"

Seeing Caitlin’s inquisitive and worried gaze, Katie uncross the arms she had crossed on her chest to place a reassuring hand on the Australian’s arm.

"Nothing serious Sweet, don’t worry"

Caitlin watches Katie for a few more seconds before nodding. Katie lets her hand slid along Caitlin's arm to take her hand in hers. The two young women had already shifted their attention back to Jonas when Leah, appearing magically alongside Katie, whispers in her ear.

"Friend’s don’t do things like that."

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"Leah knows"

Busy tidying up her things after the football game, Caitlin turns abruptly towards Katie who is herself getting rid of her hoodie, leaving her in bra. They came to Caitlin’s home after the game, with both of her cars, not to attract suspicion.

"What? How?"

Katie simply shrugs as she looks at the Australian over her shoulder after throwing her hoodie on the bed. Detaching her hair, she looks at Caitlin through the mirror.

"She knows, that’s all. And I guess it’s just an assemblage of things, she was so sure when she talked to me about it that it was useless for me to denied it."

Caitlin answers nothing to this, mechanically playing with one of her football boots.

"Does that make any difference to you?" asks the Irish woman, gently frowning.

"No, nothing. I just hope it doesn’t cause drama"

"We can trust Leah, I’m sure she won’t tell anyone. And if it’s about Lia, it seems she’s moved on too"

This seems to draw Caitlin's attention, who reports her eyes on Katie’s back. The latter observes her carefully, still through the mirror, and therefore doesn't miss the change in behavior of the brunette.

"Oh? With whom?"

"Leah" answers Katie before waiting a few seconds to ask her the question burning her lips. "Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. I mean, even if we’re not together I care for her and she deserves to be happy. I'm glad if it's with Leah, I know she will treat her right."

Katie nods thoughtfully and begins to untangle her hair. Which she already did when she got out of the shower earlier, but because of the London wind, they’re already full of knots. A few seconds later, Caitlin is behind her to take the brush from her hands and do it herself. The Australian realized early in their relationship how much Katie appreciated when she plays with her hair.

"That leaves us Ruesha anyway" Caitlin says, after minutes of silence.

"I don’t think anyone from Arsenal will tell her" Katie says, taking Leah's words "And when she will know, I can handle her. And I won't let her to come near you"

"Sur thing, Rambo" Caitlin smirks. "Now can you please put a shirt on or something? I can't stay focus on anything when you're half naked"

"I know" Katie smirk back, before turning around to face Caitlin.

She pass her arms around Caitlin neck, playing with her baby hair before kissing her. Caitlin’s hands find their place on her hips, dragging the other girl more against her. They kiss for some minutes, before Caitlin's lips are finding her way along Katie's neck.

"Leah said something else" Katie whispers before holding her breath when Caitlin bite her.

"What did Leah say?" Caitlin mumble against her skin.

"Friend's don't do things like that" Katie answers, mimicking Leah's accent.

That made the Aussie laughs, and before she can do anything against it, Katie push her on her back in the bed to straddle her. Still smiling, Caitlin let her hands embrace Katie's ass before leaning for another kiss. Katie give it to her, but Caitlin realize there is something else.

"What is it Katie?"

"Leah said..." begin Katie while Caitlin rolls her eyes.

"Leah said a lot of things today. Go on" she adds, seeing the other girl biting her lips.

"She asks me what we are and I didn't know what to answer"

"What did you said?"

Caitlin tilted her head, really curious of Katie's answer. But the Irish woman blush when she remembers what she said. That thing alone intrigues Caitlin, Katie isn't the kind of person who blushes, she's the one who usually makes others blush.

"Is it that bad?" Caitlin laughs

"Kinda" mumble Katie, now sitting on Caitlin's legs, her hands on Caitlin's hips.

"Just tell me"

Rising on her elbows to better observe the youngest, Caitlin looks closely at Katie’s face. The Irish girl seems to find her fingers and nails very interesting at the moment.

"Dunno. I answer something like we are friends who take care of each other, something like that"

Caitlin stay silence for a long moment, at least in Katie's opinion, before burst into laughter.

"Taking care of each others? Is it how you talk about sex now?"

"I mention sex too" Katie answer while rolling her eyes. "But I don't know, I had the feeling that it was more than that. At least, it is for me"

Caitlin's laughter finally stopped after that and she's looking at Katie with a smile and tenderness. They have never talk about the agreements of their relationship, to be fair to Katie. The latter seems to be kind of embarrassed, looking at everything in the room until it's not Caitlin.

"Hey" Caitlin says, taking Katie's chin between her thumb and her index "Of course it's more than sex, for me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" confirms Caitlin, still smiling.

"Amazing sex" smirks Katie

"Amazing sex" Caitlin confirms, before Katie lay on top of her to kiss her properly.

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Why do I love my favorite characters?

Because they all have 2 modes

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb: Creepy doll head choir kid that spits out disturbing facts Bouncy ghost thats about to cause chaos and nightmares

Anne Boleyn: Pretty popular girl stereotype with sass (Mrs. Steal Yo Girl) Trauma trauma suffering trauma ahahaha more trauma

Cathy Parr: Independent writer with a amazing group of friends/found family Gay gay homosexual gay hotmess panic

Jane Seymour: Mother figure that everyone loves :D On her lasting freaking straw and about to commit murder <3

Ocean O'Conell Rosenberg: Kind bossy cartoonish short stack that will correct you (spiteful) Parent issues. God the issues. Family issues galore

NO I WILL NO ELABORATE

[jasonsknight3]

I was asked by @eva-sparda20 what my thoughts were on Arkham verse Jason and his parents. Here’s the story and the rant. I think most Jason variants have the same story for the most part. I also know in the original story his mother wasn’t actually Cathrine but was Sheila, I honestly don’t roll with that sorry line. I like the newer version where his mother is Cathrine. Besides, the original had been somewhat rewritten and is different from the original. That’s all! Enjoy, and just know there are dark themes. Sad ones. Be prepared.

⚠️Warning!⚠️ mention of drugs, abuse, sexual acts, and death.

AKJ’s father and mother are no different than the other Jason Todd variants. A selfish mother, deadbeat dad who may or may not have tried to make ends meet but was too drunk or drugged out like his wife Cathrine. AK Jason’s dad who is Willis Todd was abusive, abused his wife, abused Jason without discrimination. At some point in Jason’s life his dad started sleeping elsewhere. Going to the next best thing. Wherever he felt like going. Keeping the bed warm for another woman. Before that Jason’s dad did try to take care of Cathrine the best he could. However it’s hard to have a drunk man try to take care of a drugged out woman. He grew tired of trying, frustrated, he wasn’t in love with this woman anymore, it was a pain, an inconvenience. The abuse started shortly after giving up when Jason was around 3 almost four. Willis left when Jason was 6.

As for Jason’s mother, she was barely conscious. She was a good girl who got caught and fell in love with the wrong crowd. Once she got caught up with Jason’s dad and it was all downhill from there. Once addicted to drugs she couldn’t quit. No one stopped her, there was no voice of reason, she probably would have been outcast from her upstanding family. During the beginning of Cathrine and Willis’ relationship Cathrine got pregnant. She was mindful enough to not do any drugs during this time. At least not a lot of drugs. It’s still a miracle that Jason was born with any sort of disability mentally or physically.

During the first few months she took care of infant Jason, breastfeeding, sang him to sleep, all of the things. She was clean for a little bit but when Jason was about 2 she gave in to the itch that had always been in the back of her mind. The need that she felt ever since she stopped. Willis was more than happy to provide too so that didn’t help in the slightest. That’s when the cycle started to a point where it would never stop, wake up, shoot or snort a drug, and drift. The abuse she insured didn't really matter to her, she didn't feel it anyway. When she would “wake up” from the high she would see the bruises, the swollen parts and a beat up Jason. She couldn’t handle the failure. That fact that her parents were right. She’d become nothing. A failure. What’s better to do to forget them to do more drugs? Worked so far.

Jason started taking care of his mom when he was almost 4. When she was somewhat conscious he gave her water or beer, whatever was accessible. He learned to never let her have milk when drugged out. That was…a traumatic experience in itself. A bad mix. There was hardly any food in the house, just some crackers and some food that was in the freezer for a long time. He saw his mom use the microwave once so he knew what to do. He’d cook frozen food the best he could. Sometimes Cathrine would complain that the food was still cold through groans and have formed sentences. When his mother was completely passed out though he’d try to give her water, most of it didn’t really make it far, just pooled in her mouth and slipped down the sides of her lips. A miracle she didn’t choke.

When his father was around he was on high alert. The fights, when his mom was somewhat awake and alive having animated arguments and fights with Willis. Jason would hide under the table just waiting for it to be over. If Cathrine was passed out the narrative changes. His mother is defenseless. Vulnerable. So he stepped in protecting her the best he could. Most of the time it just ended with him flat out on the floor next to his mother hurting and sobbing. Sometimes as far as bleeding.when Jason’s dad started not coming home anymore he took care of his mom full time. Feeding her, sometimes helping her bath and wash up. That mostly included just a cold wet cloth and scrubbing. She still smelled most of the time.

The times she was awake she’d leave, usually to get her fix. Most of the time she came home with stringers. Jason witnessed all sorts of disgustingly sexual acts. Heard the most obscene words. Name calling, hair pulling, licking, fevered kisses, naked skin, and sounds that kept him up at night. Things a little boy who is only 6 shouldn’t see or be exposed to. Eventually he came to understand that those visitors were being paid with her body for drugs. He started stealing and dumpster diving for himself and his mom. Jason was light on his feet and hadn’t been caught by the cops. Not at all. He’d been jumped before though for food by some other street dweller. That was an awful time. He practically crawled his way home.

By the age of 8 Jason’s mom stop rousing so much, she stopped mindless babbling about things Jason didn’t understand and one day…she stopped moving all together. Her lips and fingers are blue from the lack of blood flow. Slight built up frothing at the mouth. A scary sight for Jason. He’d clean away the froth and try to warm her up. He tried to give her water but that wasn’t going to wake her. Not this time. No amount of pinching, shoving, or patting woke her up. He even punched her as hard as he could but she didn’t wake. He bawled because he felt guilt for hitting her hard. Reminded him of his dad. He’d apologize to her crying. “ ‘m sorry, I-i didn't mean ta hit ya hard.” The next few days he tried to wake her up but nothing. She was gone. Sadly there was no time to process, he had to fend for himself now, to try and survive. Part of him hoped she’d just wake up. He checks from time to time every time Jason comes back home. He stole, bargained, and ran the street. Smarter than any kid his age without an education.

One night he saw something, a sleek looking car that had a bat on it. A symbol. He had heard of Batman, but had never seen him though. Pretty stupid of him to leave such a nice car unattended. He would look around and when he saw the cost was clear he’d take a heavy four way wrench and start to work on stealing one of the tire plates. A shadow casted a darkness over him. Someone looming over him. Gripping the tool in his little hands he whipped around to swing at the individual only for it to be ripped from his hands. Batman was terrifying but Jason wouldn’t let him know he was afraid. A slew of colorful curse words and creative threats spewed from his mouth. Threats he knew he couldn’t really keep but he wanted to get this Batman to understand he wanted a pushover or easy to take down. The Batman analyzed him, looking him over quietly for a moment before the odd sound of laughing. Jason should have ran but he didn’t. He stayed. He was confused. Batman smiled and said “hungry?” Jason would causouly accept. That night he’d eat more burgers than he’d ever had in his whole life. Fries and a drink. He ate like the starved child he was. That was where his life started as Robin. The snowball that brought him to who he is now. The Redhood. The vigilante of the streets. The man who used to be the Arkham knight. The man who is playing Batman’s game but with his own rules.

Side notes: Jason’s life never really had a pause. He still kept on going in life and didn’t get a chance to heal or even pause and think things over. His own feeling came out when fighting criminals. Batman’s mistake was not giving Jason time and therapy before throwing him in the world of Robin. He didn’t get to think about the loss of his mother or father. His mind was so focused and overworked on education (which he excelled in) being Robin, detective work, being Bruce’s son, he never got time to pause and heal.

Jason’s mother was found by the neighbors of the apartment they lived in after she started stinking. An unfortunate end.

Arkhamverse redhood does sometimes think about his parents. Sure it’s sad but he can’t necessarily find it in himself to feel sad. There wasn’t a connection there and there was an emptiness there. He also has so much more trauma on top of his parents. The joker, Batman, all the other things.

Currently he’s trying to heal. He’s had some time nowadays to settle. He’s had a few mental breakdowns. He’s so out of sorts. Full on crying, heaving breaths, all of it. Over everything, there is so much pain there isn’t a distinction. He’s trying to go to therapy and figure it all out but it’s hard. Therapy is great but no amount of therapy could change his mistrust, jumpy moments, nightmares, and PTSD. Sure it could suppress them but they always come back. Especially with his kind of trauma.

[evb0]

gay little boy writes fan fiction part two.

Ruth Fleming has a hard time at a family reunion. 872 words, aggressive headcannons added :3 enjoy

Ruth never liked her family all that much. They were.. a lot, to say the least. Unaccepting, bitchy, loud, the list goes on. Ruth has eight siblings– too many, if you ask her. All of them piss her off in some different way. And don’t get her started on her parents. They’re not.. horrible, but— Overall, she tried to stay out of the house as much as she could.

So, easy to say family reunions were not fun. Big families, for some fucking reason, were common for their family tree. Really common.

A fight had broken out. As often happens, with the sheer amount of people. Ruth had migrated into the kitchen. All she could hear now was vague yelling with her headphones on. Fuck. She wasn’t crying, was she? she looked up from the corner she was sitting in to grab a napkin or something, startled to find someone else. A taller, blonde woman. She was just sorta looking at Ruth uncomfortably.

“You look like shit. Are you ok..?”

She hesitated, a grimace on her face. Ruth nodded awkwardly, stood up and tried to act like she was doing anything other than pathetically crying in the kitchen of her dead grandma or whatever.

“Uh- yeah! Yeah. Yeah, totally fine. I’m— I was,” Ruth sniffled, glancing at the casserole on the counter. “Getting more food! Casserole. Yeah.”

The woman nodded awkwardly and Ruth was forced, by her own lie, to take a plate and a piece of casserole. She didn’t eat any yet. Both of them just stood there, trying not to look at each other.

“Youuuu.. want some?”

Ruth tried and held up another place and spatula hopefully. Anything to break the dreadful silence. Well, not quite silence. There was still the yelling. Maybe even awkward silence was better than having to listen to that.

“S..sure. Sure, kid.”

Ruth nodded and handed the other a serving after hearing her reply. She leaned against the counter and ate a spoonful of food. She stifled a cough.Too much salt, and somehow, not enough flavor? The older woman grimaced.

“This casserole tastes like shit.”

The blonde spoke, causing Ruth to laugh out loud. Ruth had basically never talked to this woman before, she knows that she’s technically related to her? She’s seen her around other family events and photos sometimes, but she wouldn’t know her name or how to act around her. And one of the first things she’s ever said to Ruth was insulting someone’s shitty casserole.

“Yeah! It fucken does! It’s too salty but it also doesn’t taste like shit!”

“God, never letting Cathrine into MY house with food again. Walmart cookies are better than this.”

Ruth smiled and giggled again, feeling safe enough to take off the headphones. She regretted this quickly, hearing the fight escalate. They were yelling so loud and calling names — Ruth couldn’t even hear what they were saying anymore, it was just loud. Ruth put the headphones back on immediately and tried to ignore it, taking a few deep breaths.

“I’m— I’m Linda, technically, your aunt. Feel like that’s important.”

Linda noticed Ruth’s demeanor shifting. She also came into the kitchen to catch a break from the fighting, after all. Ruth sniffled and nodded.

“Ruth. Sorry, I— I’m fine.”

She pressed her hands to her ears. Linda dug around in her purse for a second and fished out some jangly keys.

“You wanna go.. get ice cream? Or something? Whatever you kids like. Starrrrbuckss…? I’m getting pretty tired of the damn volume in here. I’ll buy.”

Ruth pondered for a second. Why was she offering to buy ice cream for her niece she JUST met? Should she really get into a car alone with a random woman? I mean, they ARE related.. Ah, whatever..

“Really? I mean- that’d— that’d be really nice of you, if you’re willing, I just— It’s so loud and—“

“Let’s go, kid. McDonald’s sound alright?”

Ruth nodded and followed Linda outside — through the back door, into her SUV. They pulled into a drive through after Linda reapplied lipstick and turned on whatever trashy music was on the radio. One bad cover of TikTok by Kesha Ruth had to sit through later, Ruth had a large ice cream she probably shouldn’t have and Linda an iced tea. By now it was late enough for the McDonald’s employees to be annoyed that they were there, and Ruth to be yawning on the drive back.

“Thank you again aunt Linda.”

Ruth mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Of course. I’m not too fond of the annual reunions. Let me know if you want a .. break from the next one, you’re one of the least irritating people I’m related to.”

Linda snickered, and though her words weren’t terribly ‘nice’ she spoke with a warmth that Ruth felt she could get used to. She yawned again and leaned towards the side of the car. She was juuust gonna rest her eyes.. Blink. Blink. Blink……..

When Ruth woke up, in her bed, at home, it almost felt like a dream, the only thing she to remember it by was a sticky note stuck to her forehead with a phone number and ‘Your favorite aunt.’ written in pink gel pen.

[sillyyuserr]

Not exactly an analysis but possible parallels/basic comparisons <3

Comparing none other than terukane (teru x akane) and dangerously yours masquerade, a 1944 podcast/radio show, in summary is about a french spy named Catherine that is sent to make an American man Rudolf Stephan fall in love with her so she can kill him and gain information, but in the end she falls in love with him too, but he makes her think he never loved her so she can complete her assigned mission (or something like that?)

i saw stuff ab terukane and dangerously yours on tiktok and thought it was so interesting so i wanted to make a thing ab it 😭 FYI this is gonna be alotta words and like zero pictures so turn ur brightness down and don’t kill ur eyes

just the basis of these two are incredibly similar, two people from opposing sides forming an unlikely bond, originally unwanted but now shared?

Comparison/Possible parallel 1:

the line

“if i betray you, i betray myself. if i betray him, i betray my country. my country is very dear to be.”

“dearer than i?”

“… no not dearer than you..”

feels not like a parallel, but so uncomfortably fitting for them. (Akane being in Cathrine’s place and teru being in Rudolf’s place) if taken from akane’s place, “if i betray you, i betray myself, if i betray him, i betray my country, my country is very dear to me” easily we could associate “country” with aoi or one of akane’s supernatural duties or wtv he does with his clock keeper shit

from teru’s place, “dearer than i?” The “i” would pretty obviously be teru

the basis of being in between sides, not knowing which to chose but regardless of which you end up choosing you’re fucked one way or another is a common ground for both catherine and akane, especially with what happened in chapter 112

Comparison/Possible parallel 2:

the line

“I will betray you”

“If you do, you will betray yourself at the same time”

“yes… yes i know”

also feels eerily similar to them aswell. Again akane in cathrine’s place and teru in rudolf’s. This also especially relates to what happened in the “betrayal” part between teru and akane. Again relating to akane not knowing which side he should choose.

in summary, the doomed lovers cathrine and rudolf have so much in common with teru and akane its kind of crazy. how could one possibly look at them and not think of terukane? Akane/Cathrine being inbetween sides (the two sides being their counterpart and their duties) and in the end choosing their duties but still hoping for a seemingly unachievable chance at their counterparts. Ive specifically avoided using words like “coded” or “heavily implied” because i’ve never been completely sure,

Taking it into account, AidaIro are Japanese, and in japan homosexuality isn’t exactly normalized. yes queer people are in japan, they are everywhere and always have been but queer people in japan often conceal their sexuality and from what ive seen simply mentioning homosexuality in the wrong crowd is frowned upon (although don’t take my word for it 100%, i don’t live in japan)

And from what ive seen, AidaIro are pretty “traditional”. Literally name one female character without a male love interest that isnt shijima mei or tiara.

although the whole “lemon and akane” thing happened, it really was just for fun and jokes, although it seems to be a running joke in their friend group that “akane likes lemon” so make of that what you will

queer people being in tbhk is very much possible, we’ve seen panels of boys wanting to be teru’s boyfriend, nene blushing at sakura and claiming she was duped by her gorgeousness, mitsuba constantly accusing kou of wanting to do “pervy” stuff with him, akane mentioning his confusion on how teru can attract both genders (when their current topic had nothing to do with that? Are you the male attracted to him akane?) and natsuhiko’s entire character, but the likeliness of there being multiple queer characters is much lower than just one, of course im not opposed to there being multiple, the more the merrier, but we need to remember homosexuality is not normalized, and in some asian countries homosexuality blatantly doesn’t exist. like you could propose to someone of the same sex and people would say “omg such bffs!!” and we don’t know much about AidaIro besides they’re both girls, both Japanese, one’s a writer and one’s an illustrator.

although this alone does not down-right dismiss the queer implications, it still makes you think. We can never be too sure

Make of this what you will :3 ive been thinking ab compiling every possible queer implication or hint in tbhk but i feel like that sounds stupid and no one would read it

[verycoolkid123]

God: ‘I love you. You might as well take my heart Cathrine it’s already full of you ”

Roo: ‘Please go!”

God: ‘What is it? What wrong my dear?”

Roo: “you know nothing about about me, you’ve known me only 3 weeks!”

God: “Cathrine I’ve known you all my life.”

I’m so delusional about them it’s insane.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Give me money

Cathrine harassing the king of Frostheim

Work is acc slowly killing me, I tried my best proof reading but if there’s any mistakes my baaaaad

Cathrine slammed a stack of papers onto the coffee table that stood between her and Jin, a scowl on her face as she lit up a cigarette and slumped onto the white sofa behind her, crossing her legs as she waited impatiently.

Jim glanced at her in disinterest, holding out a cigarette for her to light up. Watching as her scowl deepened and she lent forward using her daisy printed lighter to comply with the King’s demands. He took a hit of it, he was laying on his usual sofa gazing up at the ceiling in a calm blank manner.

“What is it?”

He sighed as he took another puff, lazily glancing over to her once more as she tapped her foot and checked the time on her watch.

“Can’t you read?”

Jin rolled his eyes sitting up as he glared at down at her.

“If you’re not able to explain it without it being written down, then I don’t want to he-“

She aggressively stubbed out her cigarette in the glass ashtray, the sound interrupting Jin as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“It’s a cryogenic chamber.”

He sighed once again before going to lie back onto the sofa.

“You want me to buy you a cryogenic chamber?”

He scoffed, laughing at the incredulous request as a stony expression came over her…of course she’s asking for money, Jin felt a little disappointed, the bold girl usually brought a heat that’s been greatly lost from Frostheim for a while, a verbal slayer that made people leave them alone when she was around.

“I want you to fund me to build a better chamber, one that can hold those who are cursed and those in the process of turning into an anomaly-you think normal human ones would be enough for that? Don’t make me laugh, plus you’d need access to the person’s blood or just the person themselves and the vitals to keep check of it all, you can have the patent, you can sell it to whoever I don’t give a fuck. But, with this we could save so many people-if we just keep them frozen until we find them a cure!”

She was standing now, a passionate monologue as Jin found himself sitting up, spun and mesmerised by her speech…he looked through the papers, repeatedly glancing up at her as he could feel the pressure of her stare as she awaited his answer.

“…would you be using it for yourself?”

He quietly asked as she sighed, lighting another cigarette.

“I don’t know yet…depends how bad it…evolves, I guess is the word we can use.”

He nodded as he stared blankly at the budget.

2852559178.50 yen

“It’s only that high because of our time limit.”

Jin snubbed out his cigarette and Cathrine grabbed one of her own seven stars and lit it handing it over to Jin, who looked slightly disgusted as he took it-it was not his usual sobranie cigarettes and he tried to take a puff before immediately wincing and chucking it into the ashtray, quickly grabbing his own from his pocket. Cathrine rolled her eyes at the action as Jin sighed looking over the documents.

How could she ask for so little?

Is what he was actually thinking, a budget this small to achieve everything is impressive especially in the strict timescale she’s planned out…she wants to do it all in just three months.

“We’ll talk to Thoma and try to look over your proposal and outline a contract for you.”

Her eyes widened as she blinked owlishly at him in surprise.

Of course he’ll be giving her a bigger budget, but he won’t reveal that until it’s needed.

“For real?”

He texted Thoma, demanding his presence as he continued reading her proposal.

“There’ll be some demands from our side but as long as you’re agreeable…”

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“No fucking way.”

She slumped back into her chair, taking a sip of her mocha latte as Thoma pursed his lips staring her down. She threw the contract across the table and watched as one landed on top of Jin, who was feigning being asleep to avoid the conflict that’s been going on for…3 hours now.

“How can we allow a project we’re funding to be done in another House’s laboratory? we’ll just build you one here.”

She rolled her eyes slamming her hand onto a table.

“-and waste funds and resources that could be put into the actual research and for the fucking material for the chamber itself?”

Thoma gritted his teeth as he stood slightly straighter, sipping his tea with a contained rage that Jin found fun to watch.

“Mortkranken wouldn’t be okay with our involvement Ms.Cathrine. How do you propose we go about conducting this project if we wouldn’t even be able to go in and check on the progress ourselves? You are already bouncing from house to house, would this not just cause unwanted aggravation.”

She paused as she was about to light another cigarette, her almost full pack was nearly empty as she chain smoked throughout the ordeal.

“Then it won’t be at mortkranken, you could build a lab next to or within the cathedral-I do have my own shed that I’m using at the moment but to hold the tools I need-or hmm maybe vagastrom?”

She smirked as Thoma’s brow twitched as he withheld the deep sigh within him as he took a long pause before answering the smug woman. Jin raising a brow at Thoma’s clear irritation at the mention of vagastrom.

“If you’re concerned about keeping yourselves updated on my projects, both Kaito and Luca can be my little lab assistants…twice a week and give you thorough reports, I’ll even help them write it.”

Jin tried to hide the smirk on his face as he thought Thoma’s Monocle was actually going to crack from annoyance.

“What about your classes?”

Cathrine cackled and took a puff of her cigarette, leaning back into the uncomfortable chair and laying an arm around the top of the back as she recrossed her legs.

“It’s bold of you to think I have time to even attend lessons or that I’d actually waste it, going to them.”

Jin turned to his side, casually leaning his head against his hand as he watched Cathrine curiously.

Thoma leaned forward glaring at her as he also unconsciously copied Jin and leaned onto his hand, using his knee as a prop as Cathrine awaited his response.

“They just let you do that?”

She laughed again this time less of a cackle and more of a gentle song as she shook her head, Jin found it hard to not concentrate on the way her hair moves with her, her eyes sparkling with mirth-she really was bewitching.

“Absolutely not~Mobey tried to chase me down once but professor Nicolas at least lets me work in the hospital and covers for me a lot of the time!”

She grinned before sighing as she laid her head onto the arm of the chair, using her hands as a substitute pillow as her tiredness started to hit her hard. She took a big gulp of coffee and hopes that’ll keep her awake for the rest of this.

“Well, what do you think? Do we have a deal?”

Thoma rubbed at his temples and started checking through her proposal again and the original contract he pulled together when Jin demanded his presence.

She was a fierce opponent, a tiger ready to strike at anytime, she always has a witty comeback or answer for everything making her an entertaining rival, until it gets to points like these where he wants to strangle her.

“…You have a deal, we’ll start preparations to build your…lab, tomorrow. I’ll re-do the contract, though I will be adding more things that you can review.”

She nodded and pulled out her phone, furiously texting someone before grabbing a card out of her pocket.

“This is the number of my lawyer, any paperwork send his way and he’ll review it as well, it’s the first year of sinostra. The lab doesn’t have to be next next to my place but if it’s within a 10-15 walking distance that would be pleasant.”

She pulled out a map, that had three different anomalous buildings circled, all sprouted up a year ago and still hadn’t been used yet so she thought it was prime real estate.

She handed it over to Thoma who looked it over and added it to the mountain of paperwork. Taking the card as well sighing as he realised he’d have to go through both Ritsu and her for this contract, a challenge he was more than willing to comply with but he can’t promise who will come out alive at the end of it.

“Thanks for the money~bye.”

She shot up, stretching out her back, Thoma looking in disgust as three deep clicks could be heard from her spine as she enthusiastically waved goodbye, all annoyance and anger seemed to seep away once she got what she wanted.

The two men watched as she walked out, not bothering to look back at them as she hurriedly left the room, excitedly calling up someone on the phone.

“So Ed guess what-“

Jin rolled his eyes as he forced himself into a sitting up position.

“I don’t get how she can be friends with that bloodsucker.”

Jin grumbled as he leaned to over to look at the paperwork.

Thoma breathed out deeply through his nose as he aimed daggers at the door she just exited from.

“They do say birds of a feather…”

Thoma replied, as he started aggressively shuffling the papers.

Jin huffed as he flopped back down, staring at the ceiling once more, he propped a cigarette in his mouth and waited patiently for Thoma to light it.

Thoma did of course as his king demanded, leaning in close as he lit it up for him, Jin stared into his eyes taking a deep inhale before blowing the smoke in his face.

“Birds of a feather, is that right?”

[agentcoltslaw]

the sillies !!!!

Will be finishing the final later yayyay