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JACK AND JOKER IS THE BEST FUCKING THING I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!
THE FIRST EPISODE WAS GREAT, AMAZING, PHENOMENAL, FANTASTIC, A MOMENT, EVERYTHING I NEEDED IT TO BE, PLUS MORE!
I have eight million things to say about it but I'm in my office playing a long con so I could get out of a meeting that was scheduled during the show's airing time, so I can't write anything yet, but when I do . . .
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
#jack and joker#jack & joker#u steal my heart#this episode was one of the best first episodes I've ever seen#Dead Friend Forever and this show have given me everything I need in the first epsiode#it set the plot#it gave me romance#IT GAVE ME EVERYTHING!!!!!!#I loved it
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Entirely self indulgent rating post about the top 10 TV shows that made me fucking insane for some reason
10. Sense8
God, this was so good. Such a blessing. I saw part of the cast during a Pride Parade and it's one of my favorite memories. I felt every possible emotion with this show, I love it.
9. The Last of Us
This is kind of a cheat, because the obsession comes from the games, but it is what it is. It's one of the few games that had a big impact on me and I closely relate it to my relationship with my dad. Can't wait to cry my heart out at season 2.
8. Good Omens
It's a given, isn't it? That stupid angel with his stupid demon and their stupid God. GRRRAAWW. A lot of thoughts and feelings came from the fandom, I have to point out. It's been very nice.
7. The Umbrella Academy
I have the first issue of the comics autographed by Gerard Way!! I mean, yes, it's because I'm a MCR fan, but it became even more precious after I got into the show. I'm rewatching right now, preparing for the last season. I'll be a mess when I say goodbye to them. Can't even really think about it too hard or I'll cry right now.
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6. Our Flag Means Death
LISTEN THIS CHANGED EVERYTHING TO ME. What do you mean we can have a show THIS queer? It's all I want now. I ate it up. I smiled so much. I wanted this so badly and had no idea.
5. Interview with the Vampire
Feels like it should be top 3 honestly but I'll get there. This is also a cheat, I've been reading the Vampire Chronicles since I was like 15. Growing up with Anne Rice probably messed me up but hey at least I have great taste. And seeing them on screen? The way they made it BETTER? And Lestat?? Who has been haunting me for 15 years on and off??? And the second season and their reunion and and and?????????? I'm STILL insane about them and will be forever, I'm afraid.
4. Doctor Who
Listen. Listen. Okay. Yeah. What can I say? If you get into it, you're doomed. And I have been doomed for 10 years at least. I stopped watching for a while and got back last year, and it hit me all over again. I love this dumbass genius alien in a way that's calm, even. Just a permanent part of who I am now.
3. The Untamed
The year was 2022, it had been a while since I had a proper fixation and I didn't think it would happen with this danmei live-action, but then came Wei Wuxian. Guys, if I tell you I fell in love. Couldn't stop thinking about him. Everyday I was plagued by his smile and red ribbon and tragic backstory, yadayadayada. I really like other characters too, and their stories, but WWX did something to me that I still don't quite understand.
2. Queer as Folk (US)
This was a looong time ago and it didn't really persist over time like the others, but it was my first actual obsession. I was clinically insane over these gays. I had no one to talk to about them, so for every episode I wrote several pages of notes to comment to my (only) friend at school the next day, the poor thing. It was pretty much all I talked about because I spent EVERY MINUTE we had to talk going over the notes and explaining the episode. Like, between classes, during breaks, everything. Months of that. She held on firmly because she was a good friend, but I'm aware it must've been terrible. Like I said, insane.
1. Dead Boy Detectives
Maybe I'm putting this up here because it's my current hyperfixation? Maybe. But I don't think I have felt something hit as strongly as this since QaF over there. This time I can participate in fandom so I don't need to write every thought I have because it's all a big talk anyway, but I'm still pretty much having those thoughts all the time for *checks notes* nearly three months. I'm writing more than I have in years. I'm back at Tumblr after I don't know how long. I'm staring at GIFs over and over like I have the fucking time for that. I'm distracted at work daily. I talk about it in therapy. I have the main cast's notifications on. I'm getting involved in fandom discourse sometimes even knowing I shouldn't. It's a nightmare. I love it. I love them.
If you read all of this, congrats! Now you know how my mind works, kinda!! I'm open to talk about any and all of these shows. It's amazing how they mess us up. It's also scary, but anyway.
#sense8#the last of us#tlou#good omens#umbrella academy#the umbrella academy#our flag means death#ofmd#interview with the vampire#iwtv#doctor who#the untamed#mo dao su zhi#queer as folk#dead boy detectives#dbda
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rp sentence prompts from the society, season 1 â (part 2 of 2)
i sort of like losing track of time.
so, do you? have all you need?
i kind of think itâs actually kind of hopeful.
our parents are still alive. theyâre just someplace else, and we have to figure out a way back to them.
thereâs got to be a way to get back. doors work both ways.
i really feel like weâve just been given some hope.
i miss my parents giving me a hard time.
what if there are wolves and bears in the woods?
i avoided you. i was caught up in being straight.
did you ever notice me before?
who died and left you in charge?
i told you, people are not fine. they might be quiet, but thatâs not the same thing. theyâre scared. and theyâre angry.
i want to die. itâs okay. i wonât feel like this.
tell my parents iâm sorry.
i really thought i was gonna die.
you were always a terrible patient.
iâm stoic and tough.
last time you had a cold, you bitched so much you gave it to me.
whoâs so angry that theyâd try to kill people?
you guys left me in the dark forever.
i want someone else here. youâre creeping me out.
i am allowed to make a political statement. dissent isnât a crime.Â
coincidences happen.
how do you want to live? what about us?
thereâs nothing in this place that i want.
youâre afraid of me. everyoneâs always afraid of me.
does it make sense? or am i just doing something to do something?
can i sleep here?
you donât look so impressed.
can we just, for a second, pretend i know what iâm doing?
what, youâre just done with her and onto me?
i thought i knew how i felt and what i wanted. but i didnât.Â
the idea of losing you⊠i didnât think i could feel that way about anyone.Â
i canât stop thinking about you. so thatâs what that was last night.
you look like shit, by the way.
iâm scared all the time.
iâve done terrible things.Â
this time is going to be different. youâre gonna be more careful.
since when are you superstitious? we canât think like that right now. itâs a big world.
i am hopeful. but you havenât seen what iâve seen.
itâs weird that we never really knew each other in high school.
iâm the wrong person to fuck with, you know?
there arenât a lot of people who would show up for me like that.
things are fine the way they are. why are you risking this now?
thereâs a lot of big decisions i have to make. i donât want people to think weâre making them together. i donât want you to think weâre making them together. because theyâre my decisions, and i have to make them alone.
just because you decided to show up doesnât mean itâs a good time for me.
the world changed. it isnât about what you want or what i want.Â
i donât trust myself to be with you the way i want to be with you.
who the fuck are you to decide what iâm good at?
sometimes i wonder if thereâs another version of this world where weâre friends.
if i was home, iâd just get on a bus or a train and go. but thereâs no way. thereâs no way from here.
i just wanna die. i just wanted to be dead.
we had to forget everything we learned about what life owed us.
youâre right. iâm not in control.
what does it feel like to starve? itâs really slow and painful, isnât it?
you would eat me?Â
thereâs not enough of us to eat. weâd buy ourselves maybe a month or two.
if we come back without an answer, people arenât gonna wait around to starve. weâll kill each other first for the food thatâs there.
has anyone asked, ever, âare you okay with any of this?â
fuck off. i donât need a nanny.
do people just come when you snap your fingers?
you donât get to demand an audience with me. youâre lucky i showed up.
youâre half right about everything. you know that? and thatâs worse than being wrong. that makes you dangerous.
i need power to get things done, but i hate it. and you will too.
i can decide what i think. but i canât decide that iâm right.
weâre not gonna ask for power. weâre gonna take it.
are you a fucking hero? i donât think so.
i never had any idea what i wanted to do.
maybe weâre being punished for what our parents did.
maybe weâre here, and thereâs no there anymore.
itâs fucking terrifying. weâre just not saying the stuff out loud that weâre afraid of.
do you think we might actually be lucky?
what we have is built on trust, nothing else.
iâm willing to lose out every once in a while. itâs better than chaos.
what are you when youâre on your own, if you really think about it?
iâm sorry if i made you feel like i think less of you.Â
youâre still warm, and iâm a little bit lonely. do you mind?
part of me just wishes we could stay out here in the woods. i donât want so much noise.
no, fuck you. fuck you. iâm not afraid of you anymore.
i want to pull the strings a bit, thatâs all.
it gets bad. but itâs not gonna get that bad.
i know what youâre thinking. âwhat am i doing, this isnât me.â but it is you. thatâs how fast it happens.
#the society sentence memes#rp prompts#rp sentence prompts#sentence starters#rp one liners#ask meme#meme#*#rp starters
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oh sweet lord that last episode has rendered me deceased. i am dead. i cannot FUNCTION
what a show. and what a way to end the first season! as a hardcore insane percy jackson stan till i die, hereâs my thoughts if you would like them:
FIRST OF ALL. the whole show: loved it. very little to critique in my opinion! i know not everyone is happy with everything, but personally i think itâs one of the best adaptations iâve ever seen. itâs mostly faithful to the books, and the changes that were made i think were improvements and made a lot of sense.
rick wrote the first percy jackson book so long ago, this show felt like his way of being able to go back and change bits and edit the story to something thatâs even better. thatâs how i see the show!
LETS TALK CAST: it was fuckin perfection okay, i will fight anyone on this point. walker as percy has changed my fuckin life. his little emotional eyes in every single scene, showing so much depth to all of the dialogue, and giving the best vibes. the humour, the desperation, the self sacrifice. he is PERCY and i am so incredibly in love.
as for annabeth and grover, PERFECTION ALSO. leah slayed annabeth so hard, the little eye brow quirks, the way she was able to portray annabeth as extremely smart and logical, but not heartless, and certainly not cold. she brought such a warmth to the character and i am obsessed.
aryan as grover is just chefs kiss. from the satyr walk, to the one liners, to the uneasiness and resilience grover has, aryan has it down. i just loved him and I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THE HIM FLOURISH IN THE (hopeful) NEXT SEASON!
the whole cast was amazing. i loved all the choices. it all just felt so right. from the cast, to the set, to the fights, to the cgi. iâm just in love okay.
LUKE AT THE END HAD ME BAWLING. the tears in his eyes, the way he begged percy to join the cause, the hurt when he sees annabeth. FUCK ME I NEED A MOMENT OKAY.
the parallels that are being set up throughout the show for luke and percy are wonderful, i cannot wait to see how it continues. i thought it was just so cohesive and the characters feel so real.
i love how they have set it up for the next season! itâs like itâs ready to go, itâs RIGHT THERE and i want it it so bad so LETS GET MANIFESTING FOR ALL 5 SEASONS FRIENDS ITS TIME!!!
and i have to mention my love of percy/annabeth or percabeth. itâs not the whole point of the story i know, but it is something that is very special to me. i love my little sea boy and clever girlie together, and this show has set them up so beautifully. itâs given them time to have a friendship, to build trust, but also the little looks they give eachother, the pining that we can see will eventually build. IT MAKES MY FUCKIN HEART SING OKAY walker and leah slayed too hard on that front. they understood the assignment.
i could go on about this show and percy jackson in general forever. but i shall end this here because i feel like i need to go cry for a few hours lol.
in conclusion, and this will sound dramatic but i mean every word of this. this show fucking saved me right now. percy jackson is so incredibly important to me, itâs my biggest special interest, itâs shaped me for a decade, itâs my comfort, itâs my everything. iâm currently dealing with a tumour in my head at 22, and my mental health and life is crumbling around me, but this show and percy jackson and rick riordan has kept me here for the last 7 weeks and previously years before that. i owe my life to rick riordan. i will never be able to express my love for this enough.
okay okay, iâm done. see you later once iâve rewatched the series 4374 times and have memorised every fucking word.
#mossy thoughts#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#annabeth x percy#percy jackson spoilers#annabeth percy jackson#percy jackson disney+#and percy jackson#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson series#percy jackson show#rick riordan
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So me and my friend were talking about Savathun and I wanted to have your thoughts about something she said
She said that the problem that she has with Savathunâs character arc is the fact that she feels like itâs pointless for her to have a character arc because it will just end with Bungie saying "She was just evil "
She also said that she doesnt get why people are saying "Savathun was given a chance and still chose her old ways " ; for her it makes sense that Savathun chose her old ways because
1) She is wanted by everyone and she is seen, everyone will kill her on the spot so she needs to protect herself ; 2) Even if she tries to be better, people will still look her as bad (because she hurted a lot of people). Eramis has the support of Mithrax and her Family to be better but Savathun has no one and if she died, except her sister , people will not cry or be sorry , they will just say "Dont cry, the world is better without her " or something along those lines
So she said "if Savathun chose to stay bad, people in Destiny will hate her and if she tries to be good, people will still hate her so she chose the logical option "
Of course, she doesnt deny the suffering that Savathun has caused but she feels like her character arc will just end up with "Savathun appears-> gets developped -> does something so bad that everyone just wants her dead-> Savathun dies -> end with "Savathun was just bad"
Omg I somehow totally missed this message, I'm so sorry for however long it has been lying in my inbox ;o;
I... kinda agree. And I hate that I agree! Because TWQ ended with such potential for a strong redemption arc for Sav, and then Season of the Witch rolled in and went "Oh actually she's been killing her own Lightbearers as a hobby :)" and I don't understand anything anymore. Savathûn, the tactician, the smartass, who hand-picked the Ghosts who'd join her and eventually rez Hive, now running around and killing them for... what? To fuel her training crystals? While she's involved in active war on two different fronts??? Ma'am. I need explanations.
There's no doubt Savathûn is atrocious and has caused enough suffering in the world to balance out thousands upon thousands lifetimes of nothing but good deeds, but eugh. Some of the decisions this season seem to me like the writers were bending over backwards just to show how Evil!!!!! she is, with no rhyme or reason. Yeah sure, show her killing people in gruesome ways!!! Show her fucking with their minds like she did with Osiris and Uldren!!! When it's in character. When it makes sense. I don't really understand why they'd throw away AN ESTABLISHED DYNAMIC between her and Immaru only to show her being mean to her Ghost, so 'she can't be a real Guardian now, can she'.
In this manner, I agree and also fear a little that Sav's storyline is going to be nothing but a cautionary tale of someone being gifted the Light and a second chance and squandering this opportunity, remaining Evil forever. It would be such a waste and I would cry.
The reason for why she chose to stay in her own ways, or at least act like it (and I'm talking here mainly about the events of TWQ, because this season has been very... weird about it?? and I don't yet know where I stand wrt this new info) is in my opinion a bit more complicated. First off, if we're going by the canon timeline, she was a week-old kinderguardian thrown into a full-scale war on two fronts while having to kick Rhulk out, transmutate her throne world, manage a whole ass Brood full of other amnesiac baby Lights, and figure out what the hell her past self wanted her to do to stop the Witness. I can also imagine the Lucent Brood was very volatile in their philosophies and way of life, the Light clashing with the Sword Logic, and just overall, it must've been pure chaos, especially for someone who's fresh out of the grave and doesn't know what the fuck is going on.
Secondly, after she's got back her memories -- the old ways is everything she's ever known. I think the case of her snatching the Traveler is a great example. She says she "will not Take, [she] will give", and it's evident she's trying to wrap her head around the new philosophy, to reverse-engineer it from the spaces between the words on the Tablets of Ruin, but she's still oh so very Hive in it. She will give the Traveler an incentive, a safe haven -- and then she will seal it away to protect it. Disregarding anyone else and any other harm this act might entail. I truly believe she had the right intention! She wanted to protect her saviour and the source of her power from the being she hates most in the universe, who seeks only to hurt and destroy the Traveler and threatens Sav's own survival. The plan made sense. It's the execution that was so sword logic in nature, the sealing and the stealing and the general disregard for the Traveler's wishes and choices, and she paid the price in the end. She messed up royally. She was still stuck in the old ways she'd supposedly rejected.
I'm not sure, however, if the lack of outside support would be any factor here. She's always been a loner. Her way of keeping people at a distance is very similar to Mara's, she's always valued the wiggle room moving so far away gives her, she's always wanted to be free and untethered and to decide only for herself. I don't think she cares no one would cry for her if she died; her main goal is NOT to die, and that's the motivation behind most of her actions, rather than the fear of being alone. I think this is where they differ with Xivu. And yes, she is lonely--I see this particularly in her last entry in Sororicide where she says Xivu has given up on her, and in the fact of how thrilled she is to have Eris and Ikora and us the Guardian as puppets in her little theatre. Riddles are her love language and she's enjoying it tremendously.
To sum up, I suppose, these are the reasons I see behind Sav reverting to the sword logic in some extent, or at least not going Full Redemption after acquiring the Light:
her brood (particularly the Lightless Hive) still being ingrained in the Logic and pushing it a lot
Sav believing Sword Logic to be the more efficient tool and therefore still using it to achieve her goals - so both necessity as well as her own calculating personality
her own habits and a billion years' worth of conditioning she's reacquired when she got her memories back
her drive to stay alive and get out of the whole game (whatever we define it as), and potential fear of death
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Had the craziest experience of joining a âsuperhero roleplay serverâ for the first time in a while, one not distinctively Marvel or DC just kinda itâs own universe. It was considered âsci-fiâ and so I didnât really see any sci-fi elements really other than the city itself that it took place in but that was whatever
Things hit the fan when I started asking questions about the lore. Namely that if people born off of this island could have super powers (they called it âvigorâ and also called their drug âvigorâ which seems like itâs just a knock off version of Compound V from âThe Boysâ). When I tell you these people got so mad so fast.
Nobody on staff could give me a straight answer, and I think most of these people were in high school given their answers. They said no, if youâre born off the island, even if your parents were born on the island, that you could not have powers. I was confused because their written lore said it was âin their bloodâ. But when asked if it was genetic, they said no. Which is REALLY confusing bc if itâs in your blood when youâre born then it would be genetic.
I pressed a little further to ask why that is, and they dead ass told me âlol no we canât tell you bc thatâs something theyâre finding out in the lore laterâ which is code for âwe donât have a reason yet, stop asking questionsâ. When something is the BASE REASONING in your RP server, maybe give it some sort of basis other than âpeople born here have magical powersâ
So then I was like âokay so secretly mutated character is a no-go then, okayâ, but someone else kept asking questions bc we were both GENUINELY CONFUSED on this whole âitâs not genetic but its in your bloodâ, bc they compared it with having mutations when youâre a baby. And I was literally trying to wrap my head around this bc no one was saying the same thing.
Eventually, I just got fed up bc the staff started blatantly ignoring me and the other person asking questions and left. My friends sent me this lovely screenshot from after I left.
Mind you, I did leave after âall thatâ bc no one of staff could give a clear answer on LITERALLY ANYTHING. It took a whole day to get an answer to a SUPER simply question about powers. ALSO I said that if the OC was too similar to X-Men I would 100% be willing to change it bc I had a back up character in mind anyways! Additionally, this shows me they did not read my powers at all bc I stated multiple times this was a NIGHTCRAWLER LEGACY I was looking to import over with any needed changes if she was too similar to Nightcrawler at the end of the day.
Like how are you going to insult me and be wrong about the x-men đđ
They then also gave me the most generic copy paste backstory for my character. âWell if you donât want to be born on Selva, you can have magic instead of vigorâ Cool, I asked how she would get her appearance with just magic alone. They just said âfreak accident or spell gone wrong idkâ
They had also proceeded to deny someone elseâs character for assumptions THE STAFF made about them. Also had a ranking system that they didnât have explained anywhere. Oh btw did I mention that in order to have a group of vigilantes you had to BUY IT WITH THE ECONOMY BOT? Bc god forbid you donât want to join their one group.
Funniest thing was, when ranting about it in another RP server, someone told me their friend joined the server a while ago and the staff were all condescending and rude towards them. Canât say I expect less from people who quite literally ignore everything they are asked to talk in general about the words for porn categories đ
The server is called Selva City, so yâall can avoid it like the plague bc holy shit that was probably the worst RP experience I had in FOREVER.
#roleplay#oc rp#roleplay struggles#ahleezerants#please dont attack the people in this post#i just wanted answers bruh#rant post
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Threats
I much prefer them mailed from outside my secure residence. I'd rather not get them at allâthese two new ones were not precisely welcomeâbut getting them in my mailbox was less worrying than finding them (as I did the previous) inside my home.
"You might be asking why you received this," one piece of hate mail asks, presciently.
The back of the mailer assures me that complete strangers performed a religious ritual over said mailer, and (improbable though it may seem) are even now in the process of ritually petitioning their deity on my behalf.
"Oh good," one might be tempted to think. "I could use a little help with the rent. Or, hey, we're talking supernatural intervention here: I wouldn't mind a healing spell. My everything aches."
But no.
It would seem that, rather than helping me in any way, the focus of these believers in the occult is threatening me.
"At some point in your life," the inside flap of the mailer informs me, "you definitely did something that upset our god. That means you won't go to a good place after you die unless you accept a sacrifice that was made on your behalf."
Well.
On the one hand, it's not much of a threat. They have an easily-offended invisible friend who won't let me into their imaginary afterlife clubhouse? Oh dear.
And on the other hand, maybe they've sacrificed something I'll like. The mailer isn't big enough for a rack of lamb, but perhaps they killed a bank account or two? I'd accept $200 if they really wanted to sacrifice it for me, or even $5 (though that doesn't seem like much of a sacrifice).
Unfolding the next bit, however, reveals that the sacrifice they're referring to is nothing I can accept.
The claim is that their imaginary friend sent them his imaginary kid, the plan being for said kid to be executed as a criminal... instead of me. Apparently. Oh, and them too. Delightful.
It's an interesting combination of insult and clickbait, this bit. I deserve to die nailed to a stick, apparentlyâbut I don't have to worry about it if I use this one weird trick, which will make the imaginary kid's execution count as mine, and then (because I'm already legally dead) I won't have to die!
...A bit of an escalation from the original threat, but here we are.
Apparently the two choices are "die" or "go to our imaginary friend's afterlife clubhouse." That second one requires the first, but this mailer doesn't seem to have noticed that.
The last bit of unfolding shows that the one thing these weirdos have actually given up is an aluminum model of an execution device. The one weird trick is a ritualistic chant (with the caveat that if you don't "truly BELIEVE" in the magic then it won't work), and they follow this up by telling you that after you've done the ritual you need to visit their website and join their group.
The second piece of hate mail is subtler about the whole thing.
The future is going to be a beautiful, wonderful place, it says. They know this because they have a book that says their god is going to make the future a beautiful, wonderful place. Can you really believe what their book says? Absolutely, because the book says that you can. Want to know more? They are entirely willing to send you more claims in print form (the booklet they say they'll send you says "Enjoy Life Forever!" on the cover) or in the form of an actual physical human being (no photo provided).
If you didn't already know that their deity demands blood to satisfy its enormous offense at how awful you are, you wouldn't know until the extra claims turned up... and they already had a foot in your door.
#ex christian#life in america#occult junk mail#cultists#honestly they're just normal people#a bit creepy#but no special powers or anything#...other than being especially annoying#and disregarding a lot of laws without consequence
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SO!!!! I've been doing a lot of writing and I was thinking about sharing some of the stuff!!!
I know that it won't really make sense because you don't know the characters, but it's fine! I might make some posts about them!
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Their blue eyes meeting the attention of the toxic one brought serenity to them. The warmth of Apollo radiated comfort and security, giving the enby what ey never experienced before her appearance. There was certainty that what was planned by the hands of per would be the final relief ae could experience; Every dead participant and friend weighing down on Raven's heart would be released. The madness they endured all vir life, solidified by what was assumed to be thyr friend's betrayal, it would finally end. No more would it take away xaer sanity, the only thing keeping them from the end of it was really Apollo.
Raven's expression softened to the pyromaniac in front of xaer, showing a calmer demeanour. Ae ignored everything around thym, focusing only on him; it was just the two of them, and nothing else. Their gaze would have an addition of an obvious blush against the Mastermindâs cheeks growing by a moment of nothing but admiration. As Raven began to speak, the gentle sound of vir words lessened any harsh German-like emphasis.
"To speak to you feels a luxury, every word you speak I hang onto, them being a blessing to experience. Being able to hear your words, and be graced with your touch, it's difficult to envision a life without it⊠for our fates are intertwined, our lives bound forever with a red string. My heart is in devotion to the perfection that is you.
Every flower in a garden and every star in the darkness of the night does not compare to you. With every burn that you've endured and created, and the destruction that brought you radiant bliss⊠every toxin that courses within the blood, I long for, wishing to grow closer to the being that is you.
You are the very breath I intake, giving me the embrace of my life that I never believed I have.. The very feeling soothes my soul⊠and I wish to be closer to the one that makes me feel that way. The person I love more than anyone in my life, I want to take their hand and look them in the eyes and ask if they'd want to be with me, officiallyâŠ"
Ae took her hand, running their thumb gently against the back of it in a back-and-forth motion. Ve'd focus on Apollo's reaction, and then the hand thy were caressing. It wasn't hard to confess to Apollo, that was what Raven believed. For so long he was in aer life without the Mastermind knowing, a feat that no other being could achieve.
It was admirable to be capable of being in Raven's life for 19 years, knowing every little detail and still loving them. Loving every scar on their broken body, watching every change that went on yet keeping that devotion. To truly understand them like no other, respecting every request and comforts, incapable to fall victim their manipulative talent-- that was what ey needed in thyr life.
Apollo loved vem, for they were her "piccione." And Apollo to Raven? He was like a darkened angel in aer life, watching over them from behind the scenes, guiding in that distance. She was the one who would never betray thym, xe'd rather die than do that to vem. Sie was a "sparrow," fitting the name Raven chose for themself; "Paseri" was the chosen last name. The pyromaniac was the one who changed xaer ideology. What was once fear was now accepted into their mind.
'Nobody to love, nobody to mourn, right? You won't be given the chance to mourn me if I kill you first my dear' No... that isn't correct. That isn't how it'd be one day. Everyone left them, but that isn't how it was anymore. They found someone to love, and to rejoice in eir presence. Still caressing the back of hir hand, Raven once again made eye contact.
"Will you be the one I spend the rest of my life with as my partner? To be ever closer⊠more than just how we touch each other and taste each other⊠but to be mine? Will you accept that you are my partner, and I steal your last name?"
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I've been avoiding doing this, cause I'm not the best at sharing, and cause its the suckiest life update ever. Obviously, this is not an art post.
I'm gonna make a short thread of photos out of this, so, hope im doing this part right, but CW: animal death, pet death ahead, in case you dont block those tags already.
Just under 8 years ago, I adopted the best dogo I have ever known. We had ranch dogs when I was a kid, so I've had a LOT of dogs; Tsavo was something super special. I mean, kid leash trained himself an hour after I adopted him. He had zero trouble learning new things, from go.
He was great with our other animals, tho he ate my favorite feather pillow and carried my not yet planted flowers around like a trophy.
And he was tiny tiny when he first came home; I was told he wouldn't get very big (i did not believe them one bit.)
Apparently neither did he. In fact he took it as a challenge. He capped out at 102 pounds at his peak, and healthy. He was a hiker, a camper, and a lake dog (tho he didn't swim well. Imagine, a lab who can't swim??)
He would sit with me when I was gardening, hang out in the garage when we were working, would lay around and watch the chickens...his second name was "In-The-Way", but in a good way.
He even helped fetch tools when we were working (nothing sharp or too heavy, he knew his limits)
He was always patient with us taking photos (of which there were so. Very. Many.)
In spite of my best attempts to socialize him, he never did quite get the whole, personal space & canine body language thing. But luckily he made friends pretty easily.
Which was helpful when we brought home a kitten who decided "slow introduction" was too slow for him.
He was an all season idiot, and made everyone happy with his persistence in fetching items when requested; bags, tools, shoes (matching pairs!)...And if he didn't know the item you were requesting by name, he would bring you every single sock he could find to make up for it.
He helped me come down when I came home in tears from work, when I was stressed from a nightmare, or if i woke up in a panic after an episode if sleep paralysis.
He was, inequivically, the absolute best dogs I've ever known, and could have asked for.
Now the sad part. I posted recently on Twitter that Tsavo hasn't been doing great. He developed a limp in late October. I took him to work for a checkup.
We thought it was a torn mcl, that would heal. It might not even need surgery, since his xrays weren't showing much.
We were wrong. It was cancer. And by the time we realized it, it had already spread from his leg into his chest.
I was not mentally prepared for how fast everything went downhill from there, but given the tone of this post, and the censor, I suppose its obvious where this goes.
He stopped eating. He couldn't get comfortable, even with pain meds. His leg seemed dead and cold below the knee, and he started coughing only days after we got the results back.
We opted to euthanize Tsavo last Thursday, the 1st of the month.
I am very very not ok right now.
I'll get another dog. I know I will, I've proven in the past I dont like not having one around. I love dogs. I'm going to meet one this weekend. I feel selfish being excited when I'm still this broken, but this last month has been a nightmare in itself, so I want to be happy too.
But I firmly believe getting a new pet is never a replacement for an old one. And it couldn't be anyways. There will never be another Tsavo like my great, amazing boy was.
I can never be grateful enough for what this big, stupid, idiot goofball brought to my life.
And im just as grateful for my friends, who have been helping me deal with this for over a month now.
I love this dog, with my whole heart and everything I have, and I will miss him forever.
He really was the bestest best boy â€
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Monday, the 22nd of January
Completing my prompt for February early, as I am unlikely to have the time to complete it at a later date. Is planning this early problematic? Potentially. Anyway. February, the month of love. Some sentences are choppy; I have little to say about some of the sub-prompts. Cheers
February: What is your first memory of being loved and how has that challenged or supported your idea of love today?
As a first memory of being loved, the easiest and most obvious answer is the love I unconditionally received from my late mother. She was strong and selfless and put everything aside to make others feel better. Going through the heartbreaking times that she did, she never once showed a sign of weakness or helplessness. She was my perfect example of love. At first, losing her felt like the love I had received throughout my younger years was for nothing. I remember feeling new emotions of hurt that I did not even know was possible for a human being to feel. After time, I was able to hold on to the love that she gave me and take it not as a thing of loss, but an example of how it is of vital importance to put your entire heart into something or someone, as it or they can be taken away from you in an instant. Everyone who I choose to have in my life gets 110% of me regardless of the fear I have that they may eventually leave.
From my father, I felt love at times and in other times, did not at all. It was given to me then taken away, sometimes in the span of minutes. He taught me that love can be dishonest and manipulative. Apologies were in the form of new toys, or "man-to-man secrets," which I would later know was just his manipulative way of teaching me that if he sneaks a woman into the house, it's okay not to tell my mother. Love from my father was and is something I choose not reflect on often. I do not think highly of him and for many years, did not think of him at all. I always say that I was born knowing what it was like to have a dead parent, as my brain never registered him to be a care-giver, or a friend, or a provider. Although physically present, he was absent-minded. A ghost, really.
As for romantic relationships, the first time I felt love was with my first ever girlfriend, who for privacy will be referred to as "N." She was beautiful, kind, and heavily reassuring. Our relationship took place in a time when we were both naive and focused on the wrong aspects of life (wrong to me, at least). N was my first experience with many things and was with me until a bit before my mom's passing. As time went on, I began to take interest in the more emotional aspects of being a relationship vs. the physical and materialistic. After losing my mom, I needed emotional support and I often felt "too much" for another person to handle in a romantic setting - which at the time, I believed was meant to be all fun and enjoyment. I shy away from temporary romantic situations with women; I shy away from temporary friendships with anyone as well. I do not feel loved in temporary situations.. in fact, I feel afraid, insecure, and frankly (and perhaps harshly) disgusted. I appreciate and require all relationships with people to be long-term and goal-oriented. To become my friend is to be there for each other forever, to date me is to marry me. My ears shut off after anything that mirrors the phrase "go with the flow." I am painfully structured and organized, and to say it plainly, I need to know where things will go in any and every situation. A control freak, maybe. My relationship pattern is to be intense and codependent, but full of love nonetheless. I would say I am successful at acquiring relationships with others and unsuccessful at maintaining them. Those who last long in my life are often those who struggle to let people go, not that they would want to leave.. or perhaps they would? I try not to think about those things often. Not sure what to say.
Parents and romantic relationships aside, nothing will really ever compare to the love I receive currently from my son, Axel. He has so much personality, humour, and intelligence, at his young age. He cries when he is happy, he smiles at strangers, he looks up at me with so much admiration.. I truly want to be the best possible human being for him. I want him to live his life fully free of pain, although I know that is unrealistic. I suppose all that matters is that he knows that I'm there for him. He recognizes that he has a mother and father who love him unconditionally and that is all I could ask for, really.
Overall I reckon I've given love more than I've received it (although my son most definitely makes up for any losses). I am self-admittedly a love addict and hopeless romantic. Love is one of those aspects of life I continuously seek and once found, latch onto. I struggle to know if this is a negative or positive thing. For now, it can be a positive.
So after all that, I don't know that I answered the question. Fingers crossed that this is good enough for my therapist to dissect come Thursday morning.
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I miei post migliori nel 2022:
#5
Letâs stop for a second and fully appreciate the face that Violet makes the first time she sees Hawkins. Like a kid in front of a yummy snack.
12 note - Postate 20 agosto 2022
#4
Honestly pissed off at Netflix right now as they cancelled The Babysitters Club. đđđ That show gave me so much joy in two seasons and they did an honestly brilliant job in adapting the books, one of my fave reads while growing up, and making the stories relevant to the present. It was SO GOOD.
And now no more heartwarming stories about the BSC. And mostly how dare they cancel it before Richard and Sharon, my awkward babies, could get married on screen??? Imagine that. I will forever treasure their perfect clumsiness. And the girlsâ costumes. I will treasure those too because fashion!
If you havenât watched it, go catch up with it.
12 note - Postate 12 marzo 2022
#3
Stella greeting Trudy with âHey Lady!â on the phone. Thatâs everything I needed for this week.
13 note - Postate 13 ottobre 2022
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A few hours to S11 to hereâs my wishlist for Fire đ„đ„đ„
No drama for Stellaride. Just let them be hot and happy.
Ritter to have a real storyline and not just play the BFF on the sidelines. He is a great character, who has grown a lot even in the little time he is afforded to be explored and has great potential to be developed even more. He needs to.
I love Violet, sheâs a badass and I would love for them to write her not just as a love interest but as she science nerd kickass woman she is in relation to her career.
Javi to be officially adopted by Cruz and Chloe with no drama. He fits with the family, heâs happy, so donât come up with the aunt who comes back from the dead to reclaim him!
I expect nothing less than some shenanigans from Mouch and Herrmann, better halves friend version. Let them be their usual lovable and cranky selves and Iâll be happy.
More of Capp and Tony, underrated comedy duo.
Papa Boden. Thatâs the tweet.
With Kylie keeping him in check.
I love the chaotic trio of youngsters and their friendship. It would be great to see them continue working together on business plans without the Gallo/Violet thing in the middle.
I will sincerely miss Tuesday, my best girl. đđ I hope that if is she is gone narratively as well, they will find a way to honor her sweet furry memory.
I have come to appreciate Seager towards the end of S10 and you know what would be great? To see her budding friendship of sorts with Stella develop a bit rather than her playing the third wheel.
A guest appearance by Pelham, my beloved.
Iâm still waiting for a The Real Housewives of 51© (Trudy, Donna and Cindy) wine night because that would be absolutely hilarious, highly gossipy and slightly filthy. But we all know itâs not gonna happen. You read it here first, though.
Iâm also still waiting for a Trudy vs Herrmann over Mollyâs but I have lost hope there. This would be also hilarious.
I would gladly accept a game night on screen in exchange.
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Il mio post numero 1 del 2022
Diane and Kurt
Thanks for the ask!
Who said âI love youâ first: Not in those exact same words, but canonically it was Kurt. I think he was the one to also utter ILY first later on as Diane probably needed a bit more time and reassurance.
Who would have the otherâs picture as their phone background: Kurt even though it took him ages to switch to a smatphone because you know the man. I imagine that if she has a non-work phone, Diane also has a picture there with quite the gallery from their dates and vacays.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Diane would totally leave sweet and ironic stuff on the mirror for her fave cowboy to see. The word cowboy might actually feature in those messages as well.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Hands down Diane. But they both have a good track record of cheesy gifts, as we know.
Who initiated the first kiss: Again, canonically Kurt. Not that she minded one bit.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: I feel Diane peppers his face with kisses in those instances when he is still sleeping.
Who starts tickle fights: Kurt because he loves her laugh.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: I think they might take turns there. Probably Diane does this more often than he does.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Kurt. Because Diane never leaves work đ€Ł
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: She was definitely the most nervous of the two, trying to babble her way through the date and fill the silence also to avoid hearing her brain and her ancestors telling her that it was a very bad idea.
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Kurt gently takes them out as the good country boy he is. Diane is not a fan.
Who loudly proclaims their love when theyâre drunk: Oooh, Diane probably gets tipsy a bit more easily but I feel that Kurt would be the one yelling it from the rooftops when really drunk.
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I know why I died... But he couldn't just just say that now could he? It would blow his cover, it would immediately have Danzo alert and who knows what he would do then. To him he should remain without a name and without a face for as long as possible. The only name he would be carrying from now on will be moth, or whatever othe alias Danzo might come up with.
Like a slave from the root.
And then in a way it felt like a confession, as if Danzo was regretting throiwng him in front of Hiruzen... innocent of the crimes that he was being faced with. Without even having a chance to talk or defend himself, there wa a knife to his throat and several Shinobi around him to keep him in place while he took tht punishment.
Treason, is what they called it. And traitor the title he had been given in what should have been his last moments.
Pictures that would never fade from his mind, a pain that would forever leave a nasty scar inside of him as he would alway be left to wonder: Why? What had he done to Hiruzen... and even more so.. what had he done to the man he felt so much deep affection to, to be betrayed like that? Nothing about any of that had been fair... and the only reason he still is alive, is because despite everything... there had been one he learned who was reliable.
The only person who would without a doubt be able to identify him and he hope, prayed almost, that this one person had remained unharmed... and alive.
"So it still isn't known who had plotted his murder? All those years and no one ever questioned what happened to him?" This was heartbreaking on another level... In a way Kagami had thought himself adored by most his peers and friends.. But the truth is: he was dead and everyone was fine with that.
For a while he looked at the pills, first unsure but Danzo swallowed them too just a moment ago... And he was fine. Picking them up he popped out all the pills, swallowing them under his mask with a swig of water. "So you.. would really help me finding out about what happened? He deserves better than to remain in the books,ÂŽ branded as a traitor."
As much as he didn't really careabout it anymore, in a way it was his pride that demanded he was paid the respect the village owed him. For all the services done, fo how he had given his body and soul for somethin that prove to be his grave. Eyes remained on the fire for a moment, taking in the silence for some moments until he felt a certain kind of lightheadedness... but also a tingle.
The latter somewhat grew.. into a sensation tha promied to become unbearable and it showed in the way he shifted uncomfortably. "... I -... uhm.." It didn't click for him what had happened.. After all, he ingested the same things the other did and he was... clearly fine? "Need-.. to lay down... I think.."
Now, did he think that he was one from the Aburame? Well the possibility was there for a lot of people to think so, though the Aburame had clan specific beetles they worked with. But he wouldn't argue about that, having Danzo think of him as anything but an Uchiha was a great advantage honestly, it'll put his Mangekyo as a last resort weapon that he can utilize if needed.
Every bit of movement was carefully followed by his own gaze, just making sure there weren't any tricks the other tried to pull. So far, all seemed safe. Until it suddenly all felt like a threat again. Now he noticed it again was a mistake to ask any questions that could be weaponized against him.. It now felt as if Danzo was interviewing him based on an application yet-
Kagami had never wanted to be part of that stupid plan of.. saving Konoha.
"What made me special to Uchiha-Dono seemingly is something that he took to the grave, seeing how early he had been laid to rest. Though it seemed he saw the values in me that he himself held dear to his own heart, teaching me his most precious techniques that he didn't entrust to any other. Though he taught me, that there aren't any pure of heart, there is darkness within everyone and it is up to us if we battle it to stay true to what we believe in."
"So with pride I can say I am far away from being.. some sort of pity-project, I have fled yes, but I have fled with reason as my life was on the line."
His head tilts a little, curiously as it seemed and then he quickly covered the left eyeslit. Not now, little friend.. Not after he almost killed her already. "I can't give any reason for you to trust me, I could say a lot of things, but you would never know how truthful these are. Because as much as Uchiha-Dono's lips always spoke the truth, his death has made me a little bitter with my own trust. I might not know everything... But I didn't really buy the story of how he died... This was too easy."
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Maybe
Iitterally pick whoever to fill the him.
Warnings: a character death and some depression a lot of angst. 18+ just incase Do NOT repost or publish comments and Reblogs welcome!!!
He looked at the calendar.
It should have been a special day. Everything.
Things planned. Flowers bought. Getaways. He had always planned things like this. Hed refused for you to do anything so in love and wanting to do everything for you. Despite your constant voicing to do something for him surprise him once but no. You were everything for him to him. He always took every opportunity to show you. But now it was just another day he was alone. Another day he had to just get through.
He was given a choice. Sometimes he thought it was a dream but he knew your name your face your everything. It was too- well he couldn't know all that if he didn't know you..thats what he told himself on days he felt like he was nuts.
He had looked you up on Facebook knowing your username something your friends from high-school couldn't even find you. But he did. He pretended to be someone else and by some miracle you accepted something you almost never did. So maybe...maybe he was given a bit of a reprieve He knew your Instagram handle and your Twitter even you tumblr. He noticed the lack of stories with his actual name but the ones up there broke his heart. Slivers of truth were in there. Arguments tears how you cried at his movies how you how he did certain things. You'd take a tiny peice of a cookie that just came out of the oven against better judgment and always burnt your tounge.
He was filming and there was a car accident and he lost you. He lost you forever. Fuck everyone else and how they felt. Fuck his family fuck your family fuck everything and everyone in the goddammit fucking world. He was yours and you were his. Before you ever even married. It was like thag the first time you two said hi. He wanted you back in the world even if you hated him for eternity.
He just wanted you to be alive.
He was given the choice (by he doesn't know what and doesn't care) you'd be alive but he couldn't go near you couldn't talk too you nothing. But he'd get his wish and you'd be in the world again. He doesn't know what was worse not having a child and being all alone or if you had, wishing you did have a child so so he could have (at least one) peice of you but he couldn't even function so how was he supposed to for a child? He had just felt dead inside he doesn't even remember the days after so maybe..maybe it was best? That thought alone killed him even more.
He knew your job and everytime an interview opportunity came up he said no. He said he didn't want you to talk to anyone in the movie any movie ever.
It shocked everyone. He never talked about anyone like that. They assumed there was a "history" But he refused to explain and you. You were being driven crazy trying to just figure out why you kept getting stone walled.
You had, as a fan, tweeted him and posted comments on his Instagram page sent him private messages with comments on video nothing vulger- that wasn't you.That was never you. You weren't even a curse. It was adorable. He loved you all the more for it.
Just sweet or funny or adorable.
When he needed a pick me up he opened his general box and read them. He didn't want you to know he read them he thought I might be too...getting too close.
You had sent me a sweet birthday message a poem. He loved it. And you immediately felt stupid and figured he'd never read it. But he did. He read everything. It was all your voice things you'd say to him as he'd hold you on lazy Sundays and rainy days. He loved reading your words and he read every single peice that was published anywhere.
One day he had taken the subway it was the fastest way and everyone usually left him alone too busy to notice and bother him trying to get to where they needed to go. He had just happened to Glace and he saw you far enough away on the train that he prayed it didn't count and you wouldn't be taken away. You had a smile talking. You had looked around smiling talking and then you smiled in his direction and he. He just...
The last time he saw you. The last time he held you was...when he... had to say it was you. He had held you and cried. He doesn't know for how long but they eventually had to pry him away from you but there you were so happy so...he almost lost it right then and there.
You had dropped your phone. You didnt look back no one else had cared he gripped his stuff and your phone so quickly he barely made it out. He almost kept it. A peicd of you back. He loved the funny stuff you did on your phone. The things you'd write the pictures and video you'd take. He'd always sneak a peak just like you'd look at his. It was a thing. Your thing as a couple. Others thought it was silly a way to control or check up but neither had anything to hide unless it was near a birthday and he'd never let you near his near an anniversary. But otherwise it was free right. His phone was yours and your phone was his just like he was yours and you were his. It was just that way.
But he didn't keep it. He knew how you hated to lose your phone.
Hey you
You miss
You finally turned
You dropped your phone.
Oh thank you. As you took it back he tried desperately to look at your hand your left hand no ring -god he was relieved.
"If lost that I'd die," You chuckled.
Then he lost it and he pulled you in for a hug. Surprised but he was handsome , not handsome so you let him and it was a sort of respectful hug minus him kinda holding you tight. But you thought "maybe...." but Then he let go realizing he litterly probably just assalted you would a hug that count as one? You were married and a hug is-
But you weren't married at least not to him and he didn't see a ring on your finger.
"Don't go driving" he spurt out of no where.
"What?"
" I'm mean don't go driving alone ita dangerous theres uh. Everyobe should you know have a buddy system." God hr knew he sounded like an idiot
"Ok... I mean I don't really drive I can't I- hah um so thanks."
Your friend stood there that look he knew from her she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box he never got why you two were friends.
"Is that?"
"What?"
"He looks...."
"What?"
"Never mind"
"No what?
"like an actor from tv?"
"Seriously who?"
"I forgot the dude's name."
"Oh real helpful. I mean he's cute but-"
Then you were out of earshot.
And he thought "Maybe...."
Maybe
Drabble 1 in between him seeing you and you going to him for your phone its a memory
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Rambling about Fairies - Manga Chapter 170
Honestly, I love the wonderful and tragic implication of Lisanna being alive in Edolas. itâs great it turned out to be Lisanna and the reunion with Mira and Elf is so beautiful, but I fully understand people who donât like it too.Â
There just wasnât any meaningful buildup to that reveal before we were suddenly given whiplash at the end of the arc. It felt like a shock for the sake of shock, especially since Lisanna doesnât do anything meaningful narratively after she returns.Â
Iâll say it first. I love Lisanna a lot. A LOT. But only in flashbacks and as my fan version of her. In canon, Mashima chucked her aside and sometimes I almost wished she stayed dead because I loved her as who she was in the flashback, as someone so kind and meaningful to everyone. After she came back, Mashima stopped caring about her character, and everything I once loved about Lisanna just stopped happening and was replaced by another face in the crowd. I wish she continued being a wonderful and hailed character, and Mashima should have stopped before he ruined her.Â
Often I wonder how it all would have been with a Lisanna that truly wasnât ours. If this truly was Edo-Lisanna instead of Earthâs. I love how tragic the Nali story is, similarly to how I love how tragic Jude and Lucyâs story is. It just adds so much depth around Natsuâs personality and dynamics with other characters, and I feel that is a bittersweet note of growth and development for him.Â
This moment was a powerful climax to Lisannaâs so long buildup of existence. I just wish more was done with it in Edolas before she just returned home. Did she even need to return home? Like, even if it wasnât to bring her home, what was the point of reintroducing her in Edolas if she wasnât to become an important/semi-vital part of the Edolas narrative like Edo-Lucy? It would capitalize on their similarities one last time, you know?Â
I wish more was done with her potential in Edolas, because just look. Natsu was about to cry. Lisanna being here actually brought a genuine, emotional tear to Natsuâs eyes, and as Iâve mentioned, we donât usually see that in the manga.
I wanted to see more of this. More of Natsu figuring out how to deal with Lisanna being alive here. I want a dilemma of him not knowing if he should care for her, if he should ignore her, if he can ignore her. Not just Natsu nonchalantly moving on to the serious issues, that makes no sense. (Even if you donât ship Nali romantically, please, youâve got to understand, his long-dead childhood friend showed up alive. Who just moves on like itâs nothing?) There was so much buildup to how much Lisanna meant to all of them, so Mashima not following through with it upsets me just as much as the Mystogan-Wendy situation.Â
Heck, not just Natsu, I want Happy to react! Natsu is strong enough to hold back, Happy is lost and confused and thereâs no better opportunity for him to run to Lisanna for comfort because someone he thought was dead is alive.Â
So you know, I will forever despise how Mashima turned this situation comedic for no reason. Itâs just so tone deaf to the buildup thus far. Even if that wasnât their Lisanna, Natsu deserved a moment to actually be vulnerable and express his damn emotions without being thrown into a comedic light.Â
Like, I just want Natsu and Lisanna to interact. How ridiculous is it that they donât ever interact? Literally Lucy and Gray gatekeeps him from it, they canât even share a greeting before Lisanna is whisked back into being nothing, the plot captures them, and they never interact again.Â
This is the stupidest way to end their old friendship without any closure, and I canât believe anyone could justify this horrible writing. Even the fucking Mystogan-Wendy reunion had more substance to it and that is also rock bottom.Â
#rambling about fairies#fairy tail#ch170#edolas arc#i'm reaching#lisanna strauss#i have biases i'm sorry
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*flies in like magneto* can i get some exes to loversâą?
Do I have some exes to lovers fics for you? Yes I certainly do. It seems that the cherik fandom loves some exes to lovers cherik and I don't blame anyone because this ship really calls for all the angst. I hope you enjoy this list.
Exes to Lovers AU
Bound â FuryRed
Summary: Is there anything worse than someone elseâs wedding? Well, perhaps your sisterâs wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.
Charles hadnât seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasnât looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who heâd given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heartâŠ
Preheat to 350 (just for you remix) â ikeracity
Summary: Charles realizes he's in love with Erik. But there's one tiny little problem: he just broke up with Erik.
Thread Through a Needle â Black_Betty
Summary: Erik and Charles are broken up. Neither of them want to be.
Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) â kianspo
Summary: While working as a model for Raven and Emma's clothing line, Erik experiences a strong attraction to his shoot partner. These things happen, except Erik has a boyfriend, who does not take this at all well.
Linger like a tattoo kiss â ikeracity
Summary: Six months apart gives Erik a lot of time to think about what he really wants.
(Erik's POV from Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) by kianspo)
Symphysis â ikeracity
Summary: After Charles and Erik broke up four months ago, Charles convinced himself he'd never see Erik again. But life has a funny way of bringing people back together.
Call/Response â phalangine
Summary: Charles and Erik have a real conversation for the first time since breaking up. Charles is looking to avoid confrontation. Erik is not.
Regression Therapy â Fantine_Black
Summary: O, God, heâd made a terrible mistake. Whatever heâd expected to find here, Erik was still Erik, a man heâd moved continents to avoid. In retrospect, that felt like a rather good ideaâŠ
Four years after Charles walked away from Professor Lehnsherr, the two meet again for a drink.
Because things are better the second time round, aren't they?
Forever is Only a Drunk Dial Away â bettysofia
Summary: Charles is sad and drunk and stalking Erik's Instagram.
Shop Space â Caradee
Summary: Charles and Erik break up but still meet at their favorite coffee shop and manage a completely friendly relationship. The kids who work the coffee shop don't understand it, Charles' overprotective twin brother doesn't understand it, and even Charles doesn't understand it. Then, Erik shows up with a new date, someone who seems to be everything that Charles is not.
How will the Professor handle the surprising heartbreak that comes seeing Erik with someone else?
Mutant House at Dead Kings College â mabyn
Summary: When it comes to romance, Charles has terrible timing.
Can You Feel My Heart â FuryRed
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier.
Itâs as true as the words written on the wall in the bathroom at the university that Erik attends. Erik sees them one day- accompanied by a crude drawing of Erik and Charles glaring at each other- and recognises the truth of the sentence, and smiles.
He hates Charles.
ProbablyâŠ
Believe (One More Time) â luninosity
Summary: For the prompt, Charles and Erik dated during college and had a bitter break-up right before graduation. It's five years later and they both meet again at their class's reunion for a weekend. Someone was even stupid enough to have them room with each other for the weekend...
Old Flame Burning â TurtleTotem
Summary: It's ridiculous for Charles to dread meeting the best man at his sister's wedding, just because he shares a name with Charles's ex. It's not as though it could possibly be the same Erik.
Donât speak to the bartender â Wild_Imagination
Summary: Logan is a bartender, it's a gloomy evening, and in his bar there's someone with a broken heart. But this is not a movie.
Right?
Somewhere Iâm Going & Have Never Been Before â Yahtzee
Summary: In late December 1984, Charles falls victim to the terrible pandemic sweeping across the globe. He's sick, probably dying, and utterly alone in an isolated cabin...until he's not.
Walking in a Winter Wonderland â TurtleTotem
Summary: Charles hasn't seen Erik since their devastating breakup ten years ago. He's certainly the last person he expects to run into at a Christmas lights display.
Lean On Me â SpiritsFlame
Summary: Ten years ago, Charles and Erik split up, dividing their six kids between them. None of them expect them to meet at summer camp. And no one could have predicted the results.
It was a yellow umbrella spring â ikeracity
Summary: Three years after Charles left for Oxford, Erik discovers that Charles is coming back to New York.
Second chances are wonderful things.
My heart above my head â annejumps
Summary: Emma thinks her coworker Erik and her friend and fellow telepath Charles should get together. No one expects things to get so intense so quickly.
The Edge of What Doesnât End â populuxe
Summary: When a mysterious object appears on the moon, Moira MacTaggert calls in two experts with very specific mutations to investigate.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, after years of breaking up and getting back together again, those two experts have finally broken up for goodâand theyâre the last people in the world who should be stuck together on a spaceship.
Exit Wounds â LemonadeGarden
Summary: It's been eight months since Charles and Erik had a fight that broke apart their marriage. When a mutant rights protest goes awry and Charles begins to get sick, past memories and present obstacles begin to blur the lines of their ideological differences.
Alternatively: Charles and Erik learn how to fall in love again in troubled times.
Note: Unfinished
11 Days, 8 Hours and 12 Minutes (or Bruises, Stupidity and Anger Management) â ximeria
Summary: For six months, Erik and Charles have been the disgustingly happy couple of the school. Considering their pigheadedness and general communication skills (or lack thereof), things are bound to go boom at some point.
Moon Song â ikeracity
Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.
I will Never Stop Loving You â swoopswoop
Summary: Erik and Charles split up three years ago but Erik never really got over it and then one day when the man who walked out of his life three years ago is walking down the street towards him, Erik sees an opportunity to mend fences.
Please leave your message after the tone â ikeracity
Summary: Spending his evening getting shitfaced and pining over Erik seems like a totally productive use of Charles's time. Luckily, it turns out to be a better idea than it sounds.
When the Spell Breaks â kianspo
Summary: Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.
We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven (the things you love donât last remix) â hllfire
Summary: Charles hands Erik the signed divorce papers, but Erik has changed his mind. Too late, it seems. All he can do is go forward with the divorce.
A year later, Charles comes back, and Erik can't help but wanting to see him. The only problem is things don't go like Erik had planned.
Suddenly Thereâll Be a Blizzard (Let it Snow Remix) â kianspo
Summary: Charles was never at his best while jetlagged, but locking himself out in a snowstorm while barely dressed might be a new low. The last thing he expected was to be rescued by his high school nemesis, the man he hadn't seen in over ten years, who might have broken his heart for good once upon a time.
Write this number down (you can call it anytime) â pocky_slash
Summary: When Erik upsets his children, they have a habit of running away from home--and straight to Charles' school for cookies and consolation. Charles doesn't mind the visitors, but as they appear more and more frequently, he realizes that sooner or later, he and Erik are going to have to talk about what happened on the beach and what it means for their future and the future of Erik's children.
All we do is break up (and make up) â Stuckyl0v3r
Summary: "So instead of making the most out of this next months, because you don't know where either of you is going to end up, you decided to stay away from each other to get used to the feeling?" Hank summed up, stopping in front of the class. Charles nodded his head confidently and beamed at him, but somehow his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Yes, something like that."
Well, that was the most idiotic plan Hank's ever heard.
Three wheels of cheese and a Great White â ximeria
Summary: Charles and Erik were friends with benefits in college.
They went their separate ways and 18 years later, they run into each other in New York.
The sex was never a problem back in college - and sex was all it had been. But now Erik is a divorced father and Charles has admitted to himself he needs more than just sex in a relationship. So in their usual round-about way they try to navigate becoming friends after so many years. The whole quest is aided by Raven, Edie, Wanda and Pietro (and a large number of shark jokes).
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Hi luv, can you do a angst to fluff Miranda Priestly imagine where Andrea comes back to Runway to confess her feelings for Miranda, but Miranda is in a relationship w/ the reader and has to choose between them. At the end Miranda chooses the reader!
Wants and Needs
Title from Drake's song -"Wants and Needs"
Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader
Genre: Angst -> Fluff
Word count: 2k
A/N: God you know I'm a sucker for angsty Miranda đ« I hope you like it! All mistakes are mine ;-;
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The phone landed on the sofa with a soft bounce as you sat back into your own chair with a sigh.
You just got a call from Nigel. He called you right when he got back from leaving Mirandaâs office and told you that he saw her walking into the office.
Her being the infamous Andrea Sachs.
The young journalist was known as the one who walked away alive. And thanks to Nigel, you also knew Andrea as the girl who was in love with her ex-boss and your girlfriend, Miranda Priestly.
It wasnât new information to those who knew the young journalist. Nigel had told you that the girl developed feelings for the editor during her tenure at Runway. So far, the girl never showed any interest in Miranda after she walked away in Paris, and you hoped it stayed that way.
Your relationship with Miranda wasnât public and you liked it that way. Miranda wanted to keep things underwraps until the both of you were ready to face the numerous paparazzi, critics, and the unavoidable page six, but keeping things underwraps meant that no one knew the editor was taken.
There was no reason for the girl to be at Runway unless...no, no, you needed to use a wise mind. But the journalist wrote small columns in a mediocre newspaper, so why would she be in Runwayâs offices?
You tried your best to not jump to conclusions but if anything, you had faith in Miranda. She didnât like to be bothered during Runway hours unless it was a family matter so you knew she would ignore the girl.
You hoped she would.
You didnât know much about how Miranda felt about Andrea, she never talked about it.
Either way, there was nothing you could do with the information you were given, you werenât going to call Miranda at work,
So you just waited.
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The shutting of the front door followed by heels clacking on tiled floors told you that Miranda was home.
You didn't need to check the time for it to tell you that Miranda was late, more late than usual.
You followed her movements with your hearing, never breaking your staring contest with the painting in front of you.
She was getting closer.
You didnât have to tell her where you were, you didn't have the energy to anyway but she always came to the study to work on the book.
âDarling there you are.â Miranda bent down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.
You responded with a hum and watched as your lover made herself comfortable on the sofa across from you.
âHow was your day? Did you manage to turn in your project on time?â she asked as she put on her reading glasses before turning to the book.
You were too out of it to answer her questions. Your day was...fine, it was tolerable, but your mind was running at a thousand miles per second and it made you despondent.
Not getting a reply from you, Miranda looked up from the book, âDarling?â she asked softly, "is everything alright?"
"Hm?" Your eyes found icey blue ones that were filled with concern. "Oh, yeahâyes, everything's fine."
Satisfied with your response, Miranda sent you a soft smile before she returned her focus to the fashion pages in her lap.
The silence that followed swallowed you whole, only broken with the few scratches of Miranda's red pen and the flipping of pages.
"Why was Andrea at Runway today?"
At least you held off for longer than you thought you would.
Miranda's focus didn't falter, the only telltale sign that she heard you was the sharp inhale through her nose.
"What are you talking about darling?"
"Andrea Sachs. Why was she there?"
Miranda made no move to stop her work and you sighed,
"It's just a question Miranda."
Knowing that she couldn't get any work done until you were addressed, Miranda finally looked up at you, taking her glasses off in the process,
"If you must know, she was just there to talk."
"Okay," you nodded slowly, "talk about what?"
The white-haired editor fluffed her hair before she waved you off, "It's nothing, really."
"Miranda you never just 'talk' to someone during work let alone an ex-assistant who walked out on you. She worked for you Miranda, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead with someone likeâ"
"Do NOT talk about Andréa like that," Miranda snapped.
Miranda had never raised her voice at you and it made you physically flinch. She was defending Andrea.
For the first time since the relationship started, you were shaken. You couldn't read Miranda at all and it scared you.
Without warning, your mask slipped in place and you became eerily calm,
"What happened," you said quietly.
Miranda had gone back to the book albeit working slower than usual,
"The girl merely wanted to have dinner."
The puzzle pieces were settling into place. You could feel your stomach clench. Your heart sped up, and you felt your nerves set off as the waves of anxiety spread from your chest throughout your whole body,
"That's why you were late wasn't itâŠ"
Miranda simply continued with her work as she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, it was just about friends catching up."
"You never talked about her, you refused to talk about her, she isn't just a 'friend' Miranda."
There was a silent pause as you observed your lover. Her own mask was in place and she was blatantly ignoring the situation. She wouldn't even look you in the eye.
"She asked you out again, didn't she."
A whispered 'yes' cut through the silence.
You took a deep, steadying breath,
"What did you say."
Silence. Miranda returned to the book, turning the pages and making notes here and there. She never once acknowledged you, it was as if the editor shut you out completely.
It broke your heart.
"I hope having your fun is worth it."
You quietly approached the editor, making sure you didn't jostle the book in her lap, before you bent down and placed your own kiss on her forehead.
You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. The answer of silence was an answer in itself.
Quietly leaving the study, you made your way up to yourâ to Miranda's bedroom and gathered your clothes into a duffle bag. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't. You didn't know what all of this meant, it was too much for you to process, but you knew you had to leave.
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A year of being together and a journalist is what comes between the two of you. A year. A fucking year.
And now, here you were, sitting alone in a hotel room for the 8th day in a row.
How easy it was for Miranda to look at another.
Throughout the week you did your best to not doubt yourself. You knew Miranda's curiosity had nothing to do with how you were as a person or a lover, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that questioned why you weren't enough to satisfy Miranda.
After the second day of being away from the editor, she started to blow up your phone. Calls on top of calls came through, even during Runway hours and Miranda never called you during Runway hours, maybe texted, but never called.
The night you left the townhouse was the last time you talked to Miranda. Even though she's made many, many attempts to reach you, you weren't ready. Those self-doubts made you hesitant to pick up any of the calls that came to your phone.
On the third day she started to get Nigel and Emily to contact you. You told Nigel what happened and he wasn't happy with what Miranda had done. Emily heard what happened the first time she had contacted you and the redhead wasn't thrilled either. Although Emily was hard to deal with at times, you knew she wanted the best for you and right now she didn't think Miranda was what's best for you. Either way, both of them knew the situation and both of them promised to keep your location underwraps.
That, in turn, caused Miranda to double her attempts (as if they weren't enough already).
She started to send gifts, flowers, anything the editor thought you might like.
When you would arrive at work, there would be a bouquet of flowers on your desk, then throughout the day more bouquets would follow. Hell the woman would send you chocolates, not the cheap ones either, the best chocolates money could buy in New York City. You started to find Roy waiting for you after work and despite your attempts of refusal, you caved in after he personally wanted to see you make it back to wherever you were staying, safely.
Every mutual friend you had with Miranda knew where you were and what had happened between you two, and each of them promised to keep quiet on the matter.
You knew you couldn't hide forever, you just didn't know when she'd finally find you.
A knock on your hotel door snapped you out of your thoughts.
Your breath hitched. It couldn't be Miranda right? You've managed to slip away for 8 days, surely you had more time.
Looking through the little peep hole, you felt your body relax before confusion passed over your features. You never ordered room service. Unless you did and just forgot about it.
You shrugged, 'Free food is free food.' You opened the door and followed the bellhop as he pushed the cart in. Taking a closer look, you found that the cart held a tray of your favorite foods with a basket of your favorite snacks.
"Um, excuse me, where did you get all of this?"
"You only deserve the best."
You whipped around and found Miranda standing in the doorway.
She looked as if she came from work. Her famously white hair had fallen out of it's usual coif and there were a few wrinkles on her blouse.
What surprised you was the fact that the usual poised editor was fidgeting with her fingers. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her body in waves. It was only then that you noticed that the two of you were now alone in your hotel room.
Miranda didn't know where to start, "Y/N, IâŠ" she took a deep breath, "I love you and I-I'm sorry for my lapse in judgement about the whole..AndrĂ©a spiel."
You watched as Miranda took tentative steps forward, gaining more confidence when she didn't get any refusal from you.
She took hold of your hands and pressed kisses to them both, "Darling, it's you. I love you and only you. There has never been a moment since you left that I haven't thought of you."
"MirandaâŠ" you whispered softly.
She shook her head and squeezed your hands, "I need you. I should have never entertained the thought of life without you by my side. I choose you Y/N, I love you."
You bit your lip before you sent a small smile towards the editor and Miranda's eyes brightened. She pulled you into a crushing hug and she clung to you like a koala as she kissed any part of your body that was in reach: your shoulder, your neck, your hair. All the while, she whispered 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' and 'Y/N' as if chanting these things would keep you two in the moment. You indulged in the love that was showered on you and you hugged Miranda back just as tightly.
Miranda finally settled to hide her face in the crook of your neck,
"How did you find me?"
Her response was muffled by your neck but you heard it all the same,
"I may have threatened Emily with the banning of cheese in the offices."
You snorted a laugh.
'Ratted out for cheese cubes..are cheese gift baskets a thing?â
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Devil Wears Prada tags: @007giu
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