#I always have fun analyzing this crazy man

[mrfoox]

Kinda love that almost all my friends have some sort of theme when I dream about them

Roo: weird/intense shit happens but he always gets me out of the situation and takes charge

Fabian: we literally just go camping. Or go on car rides. Things are calm, we are in nature, all is well

Oliver: he sleeps. I may put a blanket on him. Or I bring him something to eat

Magnus: he's just doing the usual, doing a lil dance, wearing odd hats, smiling a lot

[underoossss]

Completely Yours – Miguel O’Hara

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

warnings: non, it’s a good old fashioned hurt/comfort fic 💕

an: I had a lot of fun writing this, there’s nothing more comforting than a story where your love being in danger makes you realize you’re in love. anyway I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think ✨

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“Ugh, Miguel, you’re brooding too loudly over there.” You groan, pausing the video playing on your tablet and looking at the tall man pacing on his platform.

It’s easy for anyone who knows you to hear the lack of annoyance in your tone, and rather the concern laced within each syllable. As far as friendships go, the one you have with Miguel is the most meaningful one you’ve had with anyone. There’s a sense of home and protection that falls between both of you whenever you’re together, at least on your side of things. You know there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and the same applies to you; he might be taller, stronger, and smarter but you’d protect him with your bare hands if necessary. The fact that you have a ridiculous and hopeless crush on him doesn’t help.

Setting the tablet down, you stand up and shoot a web towards the freakishly ominous platform before hauling yourself upwards. “Did they cancel your telenovela, hot stuff?”

Miguel’s back is turned to you, and he glances at you over his shoulder when you make your way towards him. “It’s more complicated than that.” He sighs and steps aside, gesturing towards the big screen in front of him.

“No internet connection up here.” You say solemnly; from where you stand you can tell the blinking letters on the screen are an error message –a failed code, but you’re not about to tell Miguel that. It would undermine his surprise when you whip out some smart rhetoric in a moment of need. “Tragic.”

“No, smartass, I’m trying to improve our algorithm, but I can’t figure it out how to do it yet.” Miguel’s eyes scan the screen, his hands placed on his hips and his weight settled on his right leg. You shift your eyes from his back to the error message and smile.

“Can I try?” You ask, concealing the mischief that possesses your body at the idea of getting under Miguel’s skin. “Maybe I can fix it.”

The fact that your grump of a friend steps aside to let you take a look at the code speaks on his stress. He’s tired, you can tell, the shadow under his eyes is darker today; he most likely didn’t sleep trying to get this to work. You shouldn’t make fun of it, you know that, and making a joke is not going to help fix this. But you also need you friend to relax before he gets a neck spasm. Miguel is grumpier than usual when his neck hurts.

You step close to the screen and analyze the code, it’s impossible to know what’s wrong at a glance –this isn’t your forte– but you pretend to. Biting your tongue to keep from laughing you tilt your head and hum. “I see what’s wrong.”

“What?” The sliver of hope in Miguel’s voice tempts you to abort mission and leave him alone. But who would you be if you didn’t annoy him?

“There is not a single legible word in this mess, babe.” You shake your head and place your hands on your hips as he always does. “No wonder your computer’s struggling, this is gibberish.”

“I thought you–” Miguel groans and covers his face with his hands staring up at the ceiling. “Por que yo? Por que yo? Por que yo?”

Naturally you start laughing, arms around you stomach when it begins to hurt. “Honestly, it’s on you. Crazy that you didn’t see it coming, baby.” The endearment falls easily off your tongue, all of them do, you gave up hiding how smitten you are a long time ago. It’s not like Miguel is ever going to act on it or make things weird. No matter how much it hurts you on the inside, this is a one-sided thing you’ve gotten used to.

Miguel turns to look at you, clear annoyance in the pinch of his eyebrows before it lessens when you smile at him. He sighs in defeat, shaking his head at you. “Why do I even let you come here?”

“Oh, come on.” You smile stepping closer to the edge of the platform and shooting a web at each opposing wall. “You were so stressed; I’m trying to get you to relax.” Making sure both webs are safely attached, you jump on the makeshift tightrope finding your balance at once.

Miguel’s amused, you can tell by the way his eyes seem to catch on your actions before he goes back to his computer. “This isn’t a game, the algorithm–”

“Is not as serious as you think either, try to relax. You should join my yoga class.” You shrug, jumping up and down on the rope before it snaps. Having seen it coming you shoot a web at the ceiling and catch yourself at the same time Miguel’s red webs pull you back to the platform and towards him.

“Cuidado.”

His eyes lock on yours, vexed at first before the shift into something softer when your arms go around him. You press your cheek on his chest, trying to push your affection onto him, let him know how appreciated he is. You hope the nano-tech allows it. “Sorry.” You mutter, voice muffled.

Miguel’s arms go around you and he holds you to him; you resist melting into his hold. “It’s okay, you were right.”

Those three words are enough to make you step back and look up at him, smirk on your face. “What was that?”

He chuckles under his breath and looks away. “There’s no way I’m repeating that.”

You’re about to say something else when you hear someone call from the lab’s floor “MIGUEL!!”

A chorus of voices follow the initial call, all coming from the lab’s entrance, and you’re quick to jump down and greet the three teenagers that walk in. “Careful guys, he’s moody today.” You warn with a smile.

“Same as always then?” Gwen says before all four of you giggle.

“This’ll cheer you up!” Pavitr says, before messing with his watch and sending something Miguel’s way. “Another mission complete.”

“So you did your job.” Miguel says once the platform’s closer to the ground. “Congratulations, here’s another one.”

Lyla pops up in front of Miles’ face and fixes her pink glasses. “New anomaly on earth 55. It’s a Vulture variant, Gwen takes point.”

“Why is she always the leader?” Miles complains, gesturing towards Gwen.

But the teenager ignores him and nods once, a determined look on her face before Lyla blinks away. “Let’s go.”

“Wait just one more thing.” Pavitr says, stopping Gwen and Miles on their tracks. “I have a question!”

“We’re full of answers.” You shrug before Miguel can shut down the kid. “Ask away.”

“Is there a monarchy on earth 928? It seems too futuristic to have one. Please tell me they got rid of it.”

“Other than the one in here?” You ask, a smile on your face as mischief makes another grand appearance.

Miguel mutters your name in warning, almost as if thinking you’d reveal the details of Miguel’s earth to the young Spider-Man. It makes you throw your hands up in mock surrender. “What? There is a monarchy here! I mean after all…”

Miguel turns to look at you, eyebrow raised and an unamused look on his face. The teenagers wait expectantly as well, until you open your mouth.

“You’re the king of my heart.”

Everyone groans at your bad joke, and you throw your head back laughing. Resorting to humor to let out all the feelings you have for the one you love, pathetic but necessary. Miguel sighs and turns back to his computer, but you’re almost sure he’s holding back a smile.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Miguel calls over his shoulder, arching a menacing eyebrow at the teenagers. It’s enough to make them scramble out of his lab, pushing each other to get to the entrance faster.

“Get ready,” Miguel then tells you. His mask covers his face once more, and you mourn not seeing his handsome face anymore. “Anomaly on earth 7832, you’re coming with me.”

“You got it baby.” You smile brightly, hopping onto the platform again and putting your mask back on.

“Come on.” Miguel huffs, but his tone is lighter than before. The hug helped, you smile in triumph though he can’t see it.

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“The anomaly is a goblin variant” Miguel explains once the two of you make it out of the portal. “We need to take him away from this dimension.”

As you look at the buildings around you, shiny and modern, Miguel keeps briefing you on the matter at hand. The Goblin is going to Oscorp, thinking he can have his revenge on those who wronged him. However, this Oscorp hasn’t wronged him, it might have before but the goblin from this dimension already took many lives years ago. Miguel needs your camouflage, as you’re the only Spider-Man with this power other than Miles –though you’d rather have his venom powers instead, they’re so much cooler.

“I need you to trail him.” Miguel turns to look at you and places a hand on your shoulder. “Lyla will track him for you, and I won’t be far behind. Just stop him before he gets there and… be careful.” The last two words are said with emphasis, and it makes you smile. He worries so much; it gives away just how much his heart feels.

“Careful’s my middle name, handsome.” You blow him a kiss before you swing yourself off the building.

“Oh really, most of your records might disagree.” Miguel tells you on your watch and you can hear that cocky smile on his face.

“I hope you caught my kiss.” You ignore his jab, smiling under your mask as you swing yourself upwards and let go, doing a flip mid-air and shooting another web. “Lyla, am I close to our guy yet?”

“Closing in.” Her voice comes from your watch. “Three blocks.”

“Better turn invisible.” Miguel’s voice follows, it’s more agitated that before which you know means he’s trailing after you. Though you’re not nervous, a sense of relief washes over you at the knowledge that he’s close. “And no more talking, this is a stealth operation.”

“Sure thing, baby cakes.” You agree, “Catch you in a bit.” You make sure you’re camouflaged one block before you intercept the anomaly, staying silent, and focused on the mission. That is, until you pass a lilac and orange storefront. “Oh that milkshake place closed last year! Can we go back, later. Please.”

Your voice is merely a gasp, but Miguel’s chastises you. “Y/N”

“I’m gonna take it as a yes.” You shrug before going silent once more.

You spot the Goblin when you turn the corner of the last block. He’s green and wears a yellow hood on his head, his glider looks a lot like wings with green lights on the bottom. The anomaly is heading for a window, to break into the building mode likely but your don’t let him.

Shooting a new web and launching yourself upwards, you kick his glider to destabilize him and miss his shot. He’s definitely confused at what happened and even more so when you shoot two webs at his feet and pull. “I’ve engaged the anomaly, where are you?” You ask Miguel, showing yourself to your opponent so he can follow you to the rooftop.

The Goblin is faster than you, especially with his high-tech glider —you’ve never seen one so advanced— and he snatches you from the edge of the building then proceeds to throw you on the rooftop’s floor.

“How rude.” You shake your head at him, camouflaging again and slipping underneath the floating board he’s perched on. You shoot your webs at the blue ventilation system, knowing it will overheat it until it explodes before a series of red ropes latch onto the equipment and pull it away from the Goblin’s feet.

You roll to your right to avoid his body falling on top of you, at the same time an explosion goes off in your vicinity. Miguel stands there, as the glider’s smoke clears behind him, head cocked to the side. “I’m here.” He states when you stop camouflaging.

“You know, you really have to work on your one liners.” You shake your head. “Miss me? Would’ve been a much cooler thing to say.”

Neither of you can do anything else as suddenly six explosives are thrown both your ways. In a second, you shoot your webs are them, pulsing the shooter three times to change the web’s pattern and create a net-like trap you throw to your left. “Excuse me, we were having a moment here?”

The empty parking lot on the neighboring building shudders at the explosion and that’s when the Goblin attacks.

You try to put up a fight, and so does Miguel but the Goblin stronger than you. Though you manage to get some good punches in, his are stronger and knock the air out of you. He’s fast, too fast for one person to catch up with him, and even with you and Miguel running yourselves ragged, it’s hard to keep up. His bombs run out eventually —you kept throwing them to the empty parking lot, which worsened his mood— and you can focus on keeping Goblin still. The issue is, that no matter how many webs you shoot at his limbs, he snaps them easily before going back to exchanging punches with Miguel.

You try to pin his arms one more time, but he sends you backwards with a kick to your stomach.

You scream one of Miguel’s most common expletives, frustrated with yet another failed plan. “Okay. Babe, I have an idea, but you gotta help me out.” You tell Miguel, voice breathless, as he struggles with the anomaly.

“Tell me.” He grunts, trying to keep Goblin from escaping the rooftop, if he reaches the door and gets inside there would be too many people to look after.

“I hold him still and you bite him; I think it’s the only way to cage him.”

When you see Miguel nod, you get to work. You begin by shooting webs to the side of the buildings, much like you did back at Miguel’s lab, before attaching them to the Goblin’s body. His arms and legs are next, which you manage to hold down by circling him until they’re tight enough that he can’t move. Miguel uses his red webs to hold him too, and the front of his mask disappears showing his teeth as he approaches the anomaly. But the Goblin’s stronger than anything you’ve fought before and in mere seconds snaps one web, then another, until suddenly and with an ear piercing scream he’s free and sending a well-placed blow to your chest that leaves you breathless.

You’re out of webs thanks to your plan as he stands before you —to finish the job you’re sure— but it’s hard to focus on anything other than your shortness of breath. Miguel’s voice is muffled when it reaches you as he tackles the Goblin, grabbing at his neck with his claws. You take the opportunity to take off your mask, gasping for air and trying to get your rising panic in check. It barely lasts though, because the anomaly gets away, slipping through Miguel’s clutches, and going back to you. His green claw snatches you from the floor, making you grunt in pain as he jumps to the other building. Next thing you know, the Goblin lets go of you between the two buildings and your stomach drops. You activate your web-shooters in the hopes that even the smallest bit of web can help you but it isn’t your lucky day. Your body is in free-fall and the wind mutes the words coming out of Miguel’s mouth.

All you manage to hear is his scream, a desperate sound, followed by him diving to rescue you without hesitation. You can sense how his mind goes over the million ways he can grab and not injure you. Not even his bright-red webs can help you, he’d snap your back in two or detach a limb. But he will help you, you’re sure of that. You see him get momentum from the building in front of you before he dives in your direction, arms tight to his sides to gain speed. Once you’re within reach, his arms go around you, enveloping you completely before he turns around so his body receives the impact as you crash through a glass window on the opposite building.

“Go get him.” You groan, body limp on top of his.

Your lack of comment on your position is enough to worry Miguel. He was expecting something that would make him roll his eyes and hold back a smile as he always does when he’s with you. If you wanted some alone time, you could’ve asked, big guy. Woah, take me out to dinner first, handsome. He can hear it so clearly in his mind that your silence at present causes a wave of anxiety to rise in his sternum.

“You’re hurt.” Miguel states, voice strained as he lies you down gently on the floor.

“I’ve seen worse.” You shake your head. “Go find him, I’ll catch up.” It’s a blatant lie, and you know Miguel can tell. He can see you’re barely awake, how you’ve turned a shade closer to grey, how clammy your forehead looks and a quick glance at your abdomen confirms his first guess. He thinks at once, internal bleeding.

He talks to Lyla through his watch but you can’t make out a single world after the system’s name because you’re trying really hard to concentrate on breathing. Since when do you have to think about breathing? You’re suddenly bathed in tangerine light as a portal opens behind Miguel, and though he’s still in a hurry to get you back to the Society, he takes his time as he picks you up.

The movement is gentle but you still whine in pain, a string of curses flying past your lips. “How do I say motherfucker in Spanish?” You ask Miguel as your eyes fall closed.

“It’ll be over soon. Just look at me, okay?” His voice is tight yet calm despite the disastrous turn the mission’s taken. “Don’t close your eyes, you have to stay awake.”

You open them weakly —it’s so hard to stay awake all of a sudden— and look at his illuminated profile. His chiseled jaw, beautiful but so tense you’re sure he’ll crack a tooth. You’re in pain, slowly feeling like you’re fading away into nothing, but you can’t bear to see Miguel so stressed.

“Hey,” You whisper, and he looks down, his expression softening. “It’s Guasha right?”

“What?” Miguel looks so confused you’d laugh if it didn’t hurt to breathe.

“The secret to your cheekbones, babe.” You mumble.

Miguel squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, not annoyed but something else you can’t figure out. “As if I’d tell you.” He tells you, rolling his eyes at you in that fond way of his.

He steps through the portal and a moment later you’re back at the society, spidermen walking left and right to their own dimensions and missions. Miguel’s quick to bring you to the med-bay, at least that’s where you assume you are until you pass out.

It turns out, you were put under so the Spider-Medics could operate on you. Everything’s fine, they reassure you when you wake with a start, a couple of needles pricking your skin. Your eyes search for a familiar tall figure, brooding, handsome, the light of your eyes, but you can’t find it. So, you let the doctors run their tests and give you their diagnostics without another word. It takes a whole day for you body to heal and feel better, all while waiting for Miguel to show up.

He doesn’t. Not once.

Once you’re dispatched with an all clear and a lollypop, you immediately open a portal back home. There’s no use going to see Miguel at his lab. If he doesn’t want to see you, that’s fine. You get it, you ruined his mission and he’s gorgeously pacing in front of his many computer screens. But there’s also the gentle way he’d spoken to you, the look he’d given you before you passed out… No, it’s just childish wistful thinking. You’re the last person he'd like to see at the moment. You’re sure of that.

When you get home, you’re quick to turn on the radio and sync it to the police channel. Maybe chasing some bad guys will clear your head, take your mind away from the heartache threatening to consume you –it’s even worse than your previously broken ribs. But you shower and change back into your suit and no such luck; not even a small robbery to stop. With nothing else to do, you go up the fire escape and to the rooftop just in time to see the sun set in the horizon. It bathes your New York in orange; it’s not nearly as modern as Miguel’s but it’s loud and fun regardless.

“One would think that after that fall, you’d avoid heights for a while.” Miguel’s voice comes from somewhere behind you but it doesn’t startle you.

“Occupational hazard.” Is all you say, staring ahead as your heart aches in more ways than one; for your own feelings and his likely regret of bringing you along to Earth 7832. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

You refuse to look at him, guilt eating you up from the inside out. “Miguel, I ruined your mission.”

“You didn’t.” Miguel sighs. “Why would you think that?”

You huff, then look down at your hands and twist your gloved fingers. “I know you’re mad, don’t lie to me.”

You hear him approach you, his footfalls getting closer before he places something next to you. You look to your right and see it, the lilac paper cup with the orange logo and white straw. What? You take it in your hand and examine it in the sun. “Is this?”

“They closed a year ago, right?”

You turn then, and the sight of Miguel standing there increases your yearning tenfold. He’s bathed in orange light from the sunset, it casts sharp shadows on one side of his face as the wind tousles some rogue strands of his hair. It should be illegal really, to be so beautiful you bring people to tears.

The worst thing is that he’s not mad, you can tell by the way his jaw isn’t tense like a day ago. His brows are relaxed, and his eyes scan your face as if drinking you in. It makes your eyes tear up, much to his shock. If he’s not been angry at you, then he didn’t go to see you because he doesn’t care. You thought you were good friends, despite him trying to conceal it; he’s let you hang out with him all the time, never once has kicked you out of his lab, has taken you with him to multiple missions. Yet…

“You left.” You murmur tearily.

Miguel sighs and sits next to you, his back to the sun and his hands falling between his legs. His shoulder hunch, as he shakes his head. “Do you know how close you were to…”

“They said everything was fine.”

“You almost died.” Miguel’s voice isn’t loud but the pain with which he murmurs those three words make you grimace.

“Oh.”

Miguel shakes his head. “I was scared to lose you.” His right hand reaches for yours and you take it, moving the milkshake to your other side to scoot closer to him. “I might be strong, but not when it comes to seeing you in pain.”

“And after that?” You turn to face him, big fat tears fall down your cheeks, and Miguel wipes them away, setting your skin on fire and comforting you at the same time. “You still didn’t come. I thought we–“

“I was thinking.” He tells you softly, a hushed confession.

“Of course you were.” Even though you’re confused by his words, a grin makes its way to your face. He’s ridiculous. “About what? the multiverse perishing ‘cause of the bad guy we let escape?”

Miguel shakes his head before holding your chin between his thumb and index finger “The fact I was so overtaken by fear when you got hurt I could barely think; that I can’t live without you; that I’m completely yours without even knowing when it happened.”

“You’re mine?” You question, eyes widening in surprise, heartbeat raising at the same time as your hopes with his words. “You mean—”

“That I love you?” He chuckles at your expression, his eyes looking at yours fondly; “According to Lyla, everyone knows I do but you. I thought the milkshake would give it away.”

“Miguel, I thought I was the obvious one. I’m always —”

“You were, baby, you were” Miguel’s hand slowly moves to your cheek, eclipsing it in size as your body lights up at the endearment. “I was hesitant but I’m not anymore.”

“So you got me a milkshake.” You smile, widely this time as you move even closer to him. Damn this man and his acts of service love language.

“I would get you whatever you want, you know that.” Miguel’s voice drops to a whisper at your proximity, his hold on your cheek pulling you closer to his face.

“And you looove me.” You tease him, brushing your nose tenderly against his; there’s nothing you’ve wanted more than to shower him with all the affection you have for him. It turns out you have a chance to do it after all.

He rolls his eyes with nothing but adoration, and love. “Never stood a chance.”

“Wish it didn’t take falling to my death to tell me, hot stuff.” You murmur, brushing your lips against his, drunk with your feelings and the idea of loving him freely, no jokes needed. “You’re the one that bites out of both of us.”

Miguel chuckles and you lean close, closing the gap between you and kissing his lips like you’ve dreamed of for a long while. Your hands move to his hair as you pull him closer and a noise gets caught in the back of Miguel’s throat. His own hand on your cheek tilts your face to the side before his tongue brushes your bottom lip to open you up to him. There’s no testing the waters, no hesitation. No, this is something you’ve clearly wanted for a long time and after the events from yesterday’s mission there’s no way you’re delaying this anymore. You sigh into his mouth, intoxicated in the best way from the taste of him, coffee and something sweet that makes you gravitate even closer to him.

You’re left dizzy and happy beyond words when you part, your lips chasing his for a moment before you press your forehead against Miguel’s.

“Hermosa,” Miguel murmurs. You can feel his eyes on you as he ghosts his lips across your chin, your cheek and jaw, as your mouth shifts to a grin. No one but you knows your moody vampire is so loving.

You move to sit on his lap, your side to his front, smiling widely at the content look you find on his face when you look up. Completely unguarded, for you.

“Okay moment of truth.” You announce, reaching over and taking the paper up in your hands. Your hands cover your face as soon as you take a sip, the creamy chocolate taste coating your mouth and releasing endorphins to your system.

“What?” Miguel asks, his protective mode rising to the surface for a moment before you smile. It makes him shake his head.

“Ohmygod, I missed this so much!” You cry out, taking another sip and sighing in content. “Might have to pop by and get another one every now and then.”

“If there’s another mission there maybe,” Miguel concedes, arms going around your waist to pull closer. “Maybe.”

“You did it though.” You remind him, cheek resting on his chest, making your words come out muffled.

“I’m in charge,” He shrugs, self-assured smile clear in his tone.

“You’re no fun.” You sink against his chest, breathing him in and taking in his warmth. Until a memory flashes in your mind, making you light up and look at him again. “WAIT. Was that a joke earlier?”

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*por que yo? (why me?)

*hermosa (beautiful)

*cuidado (careful)

[gingerylangylang1979]

Gifs courtesy of @gentlesleaze

Carmy wants Sydney... carnally. 

I’ve debated about what his epic face journey here meant for a year now and I’m without a doubt convinced he was seriously attracted to Sydney from the day they met. There is no other explanation. I mean, if somebody wants to try another explanation go for it, but um. Who looks at a new employee like this? Would he have looked at Marcus like this? Let’s be for real. 

Why is he like this? It’s just too weird. He looks like he just saw a sexy angel (he did). Carmy is a bit odd but this is the weirdest he has ever acted. I mean it’s really stunning and I think just shows there was always something there with him for her. I don’t see how you can deny he is acting so extra. He can’t speak at first, he forgot he was expecting her because he is so surprised by her, he’s just staring, he can barely talk professionally, he forgets what UPS is, then he does this crazy shy double take. His voice is hella soft with her. He needed to look at her again, but it’s almost like he feels guilty. I could analyze these acting choices forever. It’s a really fascinating scene. 

Carmy thinks Sydney is gorgeous. He thought so from the first time he saw her. Now, he kind of tucked away that info super quick. He’s a gentleman and he’s professional. She’s qualified, actually overqualified, of course he’s gonna hire her. But Carmy’s not a pervert so he’s not gonna hire her and sexually harass her. He’s gonna keep it chill. He’s surely worked with attractive women before. No biggie... right? He can keep it together. When Richie calls her sweetheart he checked him. See, it’s all good. No worries. 

But he can’t stop staring. Carmy stares at Sydney often. He loves her face. There are times when what he is communicating could easily be communicated without being up in her face. But no, he is like as close to her face as he can be without being on it, examining from multiple angles as much as possible. He likes to turn to her. He likes to look up at her. He likes to look down at her. He likes to side-eye her. He appreciates art, beauty. Her face is that. She’s so precious to him. Notice how when we see her from his perspective she’s always extra glowy. 

Anyways, I’m sorry when this man gets her the lovemaking is going to be so raw and passionate. I’m telling you. He wants this woman, in his bed, like Moonstruck style. He just isn’t fully aware, but he does think she’s absolutely beautiful. He probably also thinks there is no way she wants him. 

This has to be fun for Jeremy to act. None of his Shameless romances had this kind of depth. This is an epic, super nuanced slow burn on a quality drama. He gets to be spicy, but sneaky, and unsure. And Ayo is so funny. They must be having a blast with this. 

[generalsdiary]

Ratio and Aventurine are Sherlock and Watson coded but not in the way you think. Where one might assume Ratio would be Sherlock because of his intellect and analytic approach to life and the comments he makes, allow me to switch the perspective. Aventurine is an addict. To what? To feeling like shit and endorsing it, to having low self-esteem, to rejecting everyone in a way so no one gets too close and realizes how vulnerable he is, how much he yearns for love. He hid it away so well that he himself isn’t aware anymore of how much he wants it. to be loved, appreciated, and seen as more than just his luck- much like Ratio wants to be seen for more than just his achievements (poor man ain’t aware of how much he wants it either). Aventurine plays this perfect little role of a charismatic, lucky, fun-to-be-around persona. And that’s all it is, a play, a stage act.

let us switch gears back to Sherlock and John. Sherlock is also an addict, depending on at which point in the timeline, it is nicotine, drugs, crime cases, and similar. Here is where the point lies. Who is the one that pulls Sherlock out of that shit, out of the drug den, to hide his cigarettes away? John. We think Sherlock functions fine… before John, sure. After John, after Mary dies; oh no, Sherlock is not well without him. He can barely function, (yes, Mary’s death comes also in account here, but I won’t get sidetracked), living in a mess, doing drugs again, smoking, treating himself like shit and like he is worthless. So, who reminds Sherlock of his worth, of his genius, of the fact that he is human and not just a performance act that he puts on of deducting others? John. Both Sherlock and Aventurine throw these spectacles, these performances, these acts of a grand image, they play it and they dance to the song that others sing, moving to the melody that strangers decide; playing into whatever image that is painted of them no matter how untrue it is, ex. Aventurine will play a gambling alcoholic as much as you wish although he is more than that, and Sherlock will play the killer, the crazy ‘psychopath’ that kidnapped those kids and poisoned them, and he is also more than that. The difference is that Sherlock performs his knowledge and analytic skills, unlike Aventurine who keeps those cards close to his chest- that is how he survives, that is how he survived, his instinct, his trauma making him aware of a lot of things in his surroundings and aware of everyone else; carefully analyzing everyone to ensure his safety. Aventurine is better with his tongue, knowing what to say and when to say it, with much better people skills- that is what got him this far after all; so, he performs with flashy promises, with fun games- gambling with his own life because what is it worth to him anyway anymore? it circles back to his ‘the only survivor trauma’. Sherlock was ready to gamble his own life (S1E1) and who stopped him? John. Well, more like who saved him. The drug addiction that Sherlock has is a bit downplayed and it always ends fast within the episodes, but in its own way, it is also his gamble, him not valuing his life as much as he should.

yes, in a way Ratio and Aventurine can both be Sherlock. But it is not about Sherlock, as much as it is about Watson. And exactly what Watson brings to the table, to their relationship. In the case of Johnlock, Ratio is very much Watson. The one to tell Aventurine his life matters, the one to go along with his plan of deceiving Sunday- because Aventurine had this great plan, a huge gamble. sound familiar? The usual thing about Sherlock with big plans, ex. exposing Mary after getting shot, going to Magnussen’s to sell Mycroft’s PC. And who follows along even when they don’t agree? John.

to take into account Johnlock in the later episodes/at least the second season, when they are closer- we are brought up to speed on where Aventio are. it is a well known fact that Aventio knew each other before the first scene in the hotel of them interacting. So, they have a history, and their period of getting familiar is over. They know each other. we only see John openly criticizing Sherlock later in the series, be it insulting him or calling him out on his bullshit. The same thing happens with Aventio, where Ratio is the one to openly state his thoughts and criticize. While yes, one may argue that that is in Ratio’s character to behave as such, if we recall the scene between Ratio and the MC, he doesn’t behave that way if unprovoked. And Aventurine wasn’t provoking him, hence the conclusion. As much as Ratio seems like the black sheep here, the odd one out (which he is don’t get me wrong), in this perspective it is Aventurine who is that. and yes, Ratio walks on eggshells around him, apologizing for his harsh words. these two aren’t the perfect puzzle pieces for Johnlock, they do differ in the way they walk in public and who leads the way, and of course the point of this isn’t to make them overlap, but to draw parallels. And while writing this, truly a lot of opposing things came to mind, where both couples differ in such vast ways, all four being complex, rich characters- it pained me that Aventurine and Veritas would be compared to Sherlock and John only in the way that the “genius” matched the “genius”. smh.

Now the way Ratio is Sherlock is very simple, he doesn’t consider himself human- more like, doesn’t allow himself to be human, to feel, to connect, to breathe; when he is too much of a human – and the main reason he wasn’t accepted into the genius society. Poor Ratio, cursed because he wants to help and spread knowledge, what a mean fate struck upon the burned out gifted autistic asexual kid. To switch to Sherlock (also very autistic asexual coded), he is the most human out of them all, (I believe Eurus calls him that but I don’t recall the exact quote, also pointed out by Mrs. Hudson, John, and Mycroft), trying to be this analytical machine when his caring bleeds through his skin, evaporating through his pores, his love for John and so many others making him pull himself apart and do anything to protect them, ex. killing Magnussen, giving himself to Smith to a guaranteed death, faking his own suicide to protect Lestrade, John, and Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock who, much like Ratio, wishes to be strict in his way of life, but cannot help wanting to explain and help others, and Ratio here differs by wanting to help everyone improve while Sherlock is willing to help only after the person has shown some amount of will, intelligence, proved themselves in some way (Irene Adler) or he so rarely happened to like them (ex. the kid that was at Mary’s wedding). Although, their shared way of calling others around them idiots is neat. I’d say this is their main connection and outside of it they are extremely different characters, which is why further comparison is pointless and shallow if you just want to compare characters because they are quote on quote the clever one.

Case in point, Aventurine is Sherlock because Ratio is John, and the one that saves him. The one that grounds him, and Aventurine NEEDS him. He needs Veritas. And Sherlock needs John. Therefore, Aventurine isn’t Sherlock without Ratio, much like there is no Sherlock (be it books, movies, or the show) without John. It is more about the relationships between them than the actual characters, and that, honestly, makes it even more beautiful.

[minniiaa]

The LawLu brainrot is crazy for me rn

Law is never desperate until he is. Like he doesn't need sex before Luffy, but once he just cuddles with Luffy once, he becomes so downbad. He thinks about Luffy fucking him like a ragdoll 24/7. It never leaves his brain and just being in the same room with Luffy makes him go crazy.

And then Luffy does fuck him and there's no going back ever again. He's more than just downbad. It's almost a problem. Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo have never heard him talk so much before, and it's all about Luffy. He can never get the man out of his head. And he just wants sex all the time. No thoughts, head empty, just his boyfriend fucking him into next week.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

The brainrot is equally crazy over here but I subscribe to your headcanon as fact and it is one of my favorite Lawlu dynamics.

I feel like Law is one of those people who was always like... too busy for sex or it was too much of a chore for him. He has a million other things to worry about and his getting his dick wet is a last resort when he's really pent up and can't take it anymore (he'll just jerk off at that point, less work and less mess).

UNTIL LUFFY. Something about Luffy draws him in and fascinates him like no one ever has. People don't interest Law very much unless they are his patients and he can't figure out what it is about Luffy that has him analyzing every tiny movement and micro-expression he makes. He's infatuated by the way his muscles ripple when he moves, how he smiles just a little differently depending on who he's talking to, and especially the way his gaze always lingers a little too long when he looks at Law. Everything about him just gives Law butterflies like he's some teen girl having his first crush.

The first time they cuddle is by Luffy's request and Law says yes so fast that he almost dies on the spot at how desperate he sounds but Luffy doesn't seem to care. He finally gets to feel Luffy's strong arms around him, his soft hair tickling his cheek, and how warm his breath on his neck is. It breaks him, no he wants Luffy to break him. He's never been so horny in his life, he's never wanted someone this bad, and he has no idea why. Every time he looks at him those first initial touches, all he can think of Luffy absolutely railing him in every possible position and fantasizing about choking on his dick until he cries. He's both mortified and confused like yeah, Luffy is hot but he's Luffy. He's a moron most of the time. It's not like he's some kind of sex god or anything. There's no way...

He's totally wrong, there IS a way. He finally gets his wish and Luffy fucks him so good that it alters his brain chemistry forever. He's left staring at the ceiling, twitching and contemplating his entire life up to that point while Luffy gives him sweet little kisses and cuddles, telling him how good he did and how pretty he is. "That was really fun Torao, let's do it again," Luffy says and Law is virtually begging him for more not just then but every day after. He doesn't have to do much begging though, Luffy can just sense when he's in the mood like he's some sort of dog who can smell when he's turned on which is always now.

No matter what they're doing, Law just has to look at Luffy a certain way and he's dragging him somewhere to go fuck. Bathrooms, closets, backs of cars, doesn't matter. Normally Law would be horrified about this behavior but with Luffy, he doesn't give a damn, he just wants to be bent over and given the sweet but demanding treatment that Luffy always provides until he's turned into a needy, whiny mess. But it's never enough, no matter how far gone he is and how many times he cums, all he wants is more.

Everyone around him is so confused because ever since Luffy, Law has stopped acting like he has a stick up his ass all the time (they realize eventually it's because he now has something else there instead). He talks about Luffy constantly, likely without even realizing it which shocks his friends because Law was usually a listener and not a talker. He smiles, hell he even laughs and not in a creepy murderous way he used to.

Luffy takes up all the space in both his mouth (in more ways than one) and his brain and Law can't stop it nor does he want to. He's down HORRENDOUS for this man and Luffy just sits by with a stupid little satisfied smirk on his face, Law next to him or on his lap because he constantly needs to be touching some part of him when they're together. He knows that he's the best boyfriend ever and Law would never leave him in a million years not only because he's so head over heels in love, but because no one can please Law like he can.

[simpjaes]

I know I have not given you proper feedback for any of your works get so let me give you one for Realistic Expectations(RE):

First of all, SJ, what the HELL did you just write..like…WOAH

I know you’ve always been that author who loves darker themed fics and ofc you wrote the only and only Frenzy, but this Jake is somehow almost even more terrifyingly hot than Frenzy Jake—maybe it’s the way RE Jake is so shameless and open about how straight up insane he is,, while Frenzy Jake was secretive and almost afraid to get caught even if he wasn’t too worried about how reader would react if she found out, perhaps because he KNEW she was just as crazy as him.

For RE Jake, however, you can tell he FEEDS off of the way reader seems to kinda fear him, but he knows deep down that she wants him and that’s really what causes him to go so far, even as far as ruining her current relationship. He thinks of it as not only something he wants, but also a favor for her by getting rid of Sunghoon the quickest way possible— showing him what he could NEVER have no matter how in love with him reader claims she is.

That’s why RE Jake is at that level with Frenzy Jake—because although they’re both insane, they show it in different ways, with Frenzy Jake being secretive and protective towards reader while RE Jake is so openly unashamed but still protective. Which brings me to also talk about how much of a fucking manipulator RE Jake is!!! Like the whole “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you, it’s okay.”That’s some real manipulation there! Like who is he protecting her from?? Himself??

I could go on and on about this fic and talk about every detail of it but this is probably getting too long so I’ll end it off by asking this— Who would win? Frenzy Jake v.s. Realistic Expectations Jake

omfg do u have any idea how fun this was to read? it's really rare for me to see people analyze the characterization in my fics but when they do i always start swooning, so thank you so much, like with everything in me, thank you...LET'S DO THIS.

FRENZY JAKE VS REALISTIC EXPECTATIONS JAKE:

so before i answer who would win between frenzy jake and realistic expectations jake, i want to point out my view of them compared to yours. Realistic expectations Jake was just a normal guy, like a really charming guy that you'd probably normally think Jake is. If anything, he was manipulated by you first, and you used the fact that he's a horny guy against him to get what you were originally wanting. keep in mind he didn't even think about fucking you until you basically forced the thought into his head by literally dangling yourself in front of him and then crawling into his bed. On top of that, Jake himself didn't even realize how insane he was for you until you denied him. There's mention of him realizing how nice to feels to have the power and to see you so afraid of him solely because you're the one who suddenly singled him out like he's gross for even considering fucking you. So, yes, he is insane and also a huuuge manipulator, but he didn't entirely realize it until he was able to feel true resentment towards you for the way you pulled him in, gave him hope, and then pushed him away.

Frenzy Jake was always fucking insane. There are mentions of how his ex girlfriend broke up with him because he destroyed her phone over talking to her brother, living in a pig-sty and looking a mess because he was consumed with hatred and sadness after that breakup with his ex etc. He only felt better when he finally opened his curtains and saw reader across the street in her apartment. Like that tiny second changed his whole life, his heart essentially started beating again. Frenzy jake likely wasn't always secretive or careful about what he does, but he's a man and he's had time to learn how to get away with it. I mean, he sucks your toothbrush, licks your shower walls, jerks off to your journal that details horrifying trauma, and wants you to traumatize him too. Frenzy jake is literally a sociopath, or maybe a psychopath idk. The only thing he feels is love when he sees you, and the only other feeling he feels is hate for everyone who isn't you. He even mentions at the end there, that he would kill your ex for you. And the reality of Jake in this fic is that...he would. He would genuinely kill if it means he can keep you, and that's not reserved for just your ex either. he'd think he's in his right mind killing reader too, if she ever tried to leave him.

SO! While Realistic expectations Jake is willing to ruin your life and allow you to feel isolated to be with him, frenzy jake is willing to kill to keep you and make sure you don't think even for a second that he's the cause of any issues in your life.

Both are insane in their own ways but I think Frenzy jake would win because like, it's life or death for him and he cares so much about what you feel and think. For Realistic expectations jake it isn't life or death, it's just manipulation and very intense "love". He doesn't care about how you feel, he only cares about himself.

Frenzy jake would murder RE jake without even holding his breath lmfao, all RE jake would do is attempt to fuck you in front of him.

:D

[fistfightinganxietyandlosing]

My analysis of the Sedna scene in Episode 6 of Dead Boy Detectives

(as a mythology nerd)

The myth of Sedna was my introduction to Inuit mythology so it has a very special place in my heart and because of that I'm going to try my best to give people a better understanding of her story!

Since Sedna has multiple different "origin stories" so I'm just going to focus on the most popular one(?) and the one I know the best

Also, I understand that this is a repurposing of the myth and that obviously there's going to be some changes for time and story reasons and that this scene wasn't meant to be a lesson, but this is all in good fun and I'm going to analyze it from that lens anyway :>

It's important to note that considering the fact that Inuit mythology is far less popular than other mythologies, there's a lot less information surrounding and what is there is is a lot more vague

With all that being said, let's jump in!(...get it?)

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"One day, long, long ago, a terrible storm raged over land and sea. A girl and her father were in peril."

While this definitely isn't inaccurate, it leaves a lot of context out. So let's start at the very beginning:

Sedna was a beautiful young woman and a skilled huntress. As such, she received many marriage proposals but refused every last one. Her father eventually grew frustrated by this so when one day, a mysterious hunter arrived at the village, Sedna's father eagerly offered him his daughter's hand. Sedna consented as the hunter promised to provide her and her family with meat and furs. Not long after they married, her new husband whisked her off to an isolated island where he revealed that he was, in fact, not a man but a bird(crazy right?). Now, Sedna was very understandably very unhappy on the island. Not only had she been tricked but since her husband was a bird, he couldn't exactly provide the meat and furs he promised. Instead, she was forced to eat the fish he caught everyday. Things took a turn when Sedna's father decided to visit her on the island(the reason is rather unclear but I believe there's a variation where her screams and wails of agony were so loud that they reached her old home which was what what prompted her father to go check on her and one where he simply wanted to see her again). After finding out that he'd been fooled and learning of Sedna's current situation, her father killed his son-in-law and took Sedna back on his boat.

"The man thought if he sacrificed his daughter, he may be saved by the greater gods."

If you think his motivation for murdering his daughter seems a bit far-fetched, we're in the same boat(...get it?). His reasoning in the original myth makes a bit more sense. See, what happened in the original was that Sedna's father thought sacrificing her would save him because her husband's bird family/friends being angered by his death, followed the two to sea and began beating their wings really hard, causing the storm. He thought that by sacrificing the "cause" of their loved one's death, they'd be appeased and forgo flapping their wings.

[Her father throws her overboard, Sedna clutches onto the side of the boat, and he proceeds to chop her fingers off by slamming his paddle on them repeatedly.]

I'd have no nothing to say about this bit if not for the use of the paddle. In the versions I've read, he always uses a knife to cut them off. Perhaps a version where he used a paddle exists, but if there is, I haven't heard it.

"But seeing such cruelty, the great gods forsook the father, and took pity on the girl, turning her into Sedna, the goddess of the sea."

I'm definitely overthinking this but the use of the word great here confuses me because if we take the "great" as meaning considerably above average in terms of domaninance, I'm not exactly sure who Mick is referring to because there isn't really a divine ruler in Inuit mythology? Most of the gods were simply more powerful spirits. The Inuits believed the world was created by a raven(or a raven-man or a raven with a man inside or a raven who could turn into a man, it really depends). Sometimes he's depicted as trickster with a penchant for mischief while other times he's depicted as a compassionate creator and lover of the world. Either way, I don't think he's really regarded as the leader? I've heard some stories where Anguta(god of death and the underworld) is the creator and supreme being, but I doubt he's the great god being referred to as he's sometimes attributed to being Sedna's father and the one who kills her in other versions of her story which would make him turning her into a goddess in this one a bit odd. Chances are, I'm reading too much into this and they simply chose to incorporate "great" as a way to show they're worthy of respect, but it's still interesting to think about!

"And on that day, my brothers and sisters were born."

10/10. No notes. Sedna sinks into the bottom of the ocean and her fingers become all the sea's mammals just like in the original.

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That's all I have to say, I think. Overall, this exercise was really fun. Please let me know if I shared any incorrect information. I look forward to doing more analyses in the future!

[tropical-fruit-mx]

Smith family coffee order HCs, courtesy of yours truly, a former barista

@hazelnut-u-out posted a poll yesterday about whether or not Rick Sanchez is an iced coffee drinker (short answer: yes, but nuance to come) and I realized that I never came up with HCs for the family's coffee orders. I love doing this for fandoms I'm in because I barista-ed for A While and low key miss it sometimes. Anyway, headcanons!!

Rick

So in his tough guy-tortured loner-vigilante phase he was obviously an avid black coffee drinker (usually spiked). Being on the run/not having a place to call one's own he develops a taste for practicality and simplicity. Thus, he likes an easy drink you can get anywhere that is impossible to mess up. However, in a post-"Analyze Piss", post-Prime, 'Rick Sanchez is experiencing new levels of DGAF' world we get into the chaotic beverage enjoyer phase. First off, he has 100% tried every single new special drink that Starbucks rolls out. The summer skies boba thing, the oleato, everything. (He's a big fan of the Irish cream flavor when it comes out seasonally and was pissed the first time when he realized it didn't have alcohol in it.) Because Rick is hugely dopamine seeking so fun colored, fun flavored things always catch his eye. I also feel like he would majorly enjoy specialty coffee shops that do elaborate coffee drinks, like this man would fuck up a cereal milk latte. I also will contend that in this phase he has no regular order, he literally gets a different thing every time just to experiment with as many drinks as possible.

Beth

Drinks flat whites because she thinks they're classy and it's easier to have a simple coffee order for the intern at the vet to take down. I also think that she generally likes mixing caffeine and alcohol (huge espresso martini fan) and probably lost her mind on vodka red bulls in college. She also definitely had a red bull addiction to get through vet school but now she only drinks them as a guilty pleasure.

Space Beth

In honor of the fact that she's recreating her dad's 30s I think she has the same taste in coffee as a young Rick, which means she drinks it black and strong. She seems like an avid French press user and most likely has sourced fancy beans from somewhere in space (Venusian coffee probably fucks)

Jerry

Hot caramel macchiato, but he's convinced that this is the traditional way macchiatos are made and despite multiple arguments about the origins of macchiatos he is staunchly of the opinion that the actual drink is an upside down latte with fuck tons of caramel.

Summer

Pink drink purist, maybe gets matcha cold foam on top when she's feeling fancy. Although I could also see her getting vanilla iced lattes when she wants more caffeine. And if she's with Rick I can imagine her joining him in ordering crazy coffees just for fun.

Morty

Morty Smith is a fourteen year old boy, the Mocha Cookie Crumble Frap was basically made for him. It's just a fucking milkshake with caffeine, although I think that when he's with Beth and Jerry they make him get the crème version.

[supersecretmetalocalypseblog]

I thought maybe I was crazy, but I'm NOT. When Nathan sings or sometimes when he yells, he has a different set of like, mouth models, which I noticed, but didn't think much of. But did you know that they reuse this set for MMA?

I watch this show so much i say shit like "Heyyyy, those teeth look familiar!" but in my defense, I look at every frame of MMA i have every day one million times, and Nathan is the main character (more or less.) How am I not gonna see this eventually?

I guess it makes sense, they both talk in death metal growls and shit.

Alright you get the idea. There's four more below the cut, I just don't want to take up a whole bunch of space on ppl's dash. Also I rant about how MMA is just a Frankenstein's monster of other parts from the show. Because he's basically just a Klokateer with Nathan's mouth.

Despite it being the thing he does for a living, I actually found it hard to find good screenshots of Nathan singing. They do a lot of cool visuals during their shows, and it always shows weird angles of Nathan, which normally i'm all over, but I was so frustrated trying to find him looking forward with no hair in his face and like, the same mouth frame as the ones i know i had of MMA. And it preferred it be from later seasons, because the earlier ones are always so pixelated.

fun fact this face is what tipped me off to them using the same model. At first I thought it was funny that they both pouted like that, but then I started hyper analyzing it and was like "no that. that looks the exact same, actually.... hmmmm"

My favorite frames from metalocalypse are people in the middle of talking, and they do this horrible open mouth face. Charles has a really good one, and i love him a little bit more every time he does it.

THIS one was annoyingly hard to find, I knew Nathan made this face, but when i couldn't remember. Watched about 7 different episodes, scrolling through, looking for it, and then.... there he was, just, jacking off. Thanks Nate, very cool :3

Sort of related rant below.

I've been noticing a lot of weird quirks that I assume came up just because they didn't have a lot of time or maybe money to work with while making the show? When MMA was introduced in season one, it sort of came off like Charles killed him by kicking him into the river. Like, okay, that was fun, and all you nerds at home got to nudge each other and say "hey, that's the guy from the band" but like, that was just some guy, he's not gonna be like, a character.

But we see him later in season two, i think in Dethvengence is the first time he shows back up. So, i can't tell. Was he always going to be reoccurring? Why not try to put even a little more money into making his model? They have a lot of designs sketched up for him (labeled "metal mask assassin", I always thought that was a fandom name but nope, they use MMA on the sketches) and they range from basically how he looks in the show, to "Who is this man in tactical gear and why can I see his eyes?" There are six different sketches for his mask. Just his mask. And then, when the time came for him to be in the show, he's made out klokateer models.

Even when they draw the unique poses, like him fighting Charles in The Church of the Black Klok, we can see like veins on his arms they don't normally draw and stuff, and you can attribute that to trying to keep the model simple, I attribute it to "well, the klokateer arms don't have veins on them so..." Sometimes he has fingerless gloves, even though normally he has regular gloves. I can't tell which things they wanted as part of his design and which things were used because they had them lying around. MMA doesn't even have a looking right (his right, my left???? i think??) model, they just flip his head, which is technically inaccurate to his design, because his face and mask are asymmetrical. and i just wonder, if he's supposed to keep coming back, why can't they ever seem to afford to have him in the show???

I'm not blaming the production team or brendon or anyone else, i'm obviously blaming Adult Swim, like always. SO much of this show feels like "oh if they just had a little more money" that's why the movie is so phenomenal looking, it feels like the kind of shit they maybe always wanted to do with the show, but never could. sucks that MMA died before that could happen. Would've loved to see him in the AOTD style.

anyways, that's. that's my unrelated MMA design rant, i've had that one written out a couple of times just sitting in the drafts, so i figured I'd just shoehorn it into the end of this post. Have a little piece of trivia as a bonus for reading. The model they use for his body is labeled "henchman large" and it's the same one they used for his brother while he was undercover.

Henchman. Venture bros has ruined the word henchman for me, now all I can think about is Gary.

[partyanimal167]

Never a Shortage PT 3- Miguel x F!Reader

Chapter Three: Thanks and Prayers

I'm back! I was so confident in how I wanted to start this chapter, but then I didn't start it, and then I forgot how I wanted to start it. Then, August beat me up with life, but I'm here...yay! Thanks for reading and check out what other works I have going on if you'd like :)

A bit more plot here, but there'll definitely be some teasing going on ;)

PT 1 PT 2

CW: SMUT, mdni, black fem reader in mind, jealousy trope (not crazy/toxic), author knows some Spanish (this chap is sfw tho)

There was a craving Miguel needed to satisfy, but for the life of him, he couldn't find what he needed. Things were going smoothly; he knew he should relax...but there was something picking at him in the shadows, and he needed to tame it.

Pierre was a man of few words. He knew that. Everyone knew that. It worked in his favor most of the time. He could hide in the crowds, analyze things, get work done, and no one would really ever notice.

That is until he had you peering up at him with a fierce look on your face, and he felt his cheeks warm under his mask. He was not used to the attention. He wasn't even the only Spider-Man in his universe, so he just worked then dipped. Not that he cared. But you sought him out, and he certainly had a feeling why.

"Pierre, I feel like mentioning that there's a hot dilf version of our boss is important." you frowned at him. He seemed calm, but internally, he was screaming. Did you really just say that? He opened his mouth to speak, but you continued. "And- AND, you didn't even look for me? What if I got kidnapped, hmm? I was your partner. I-,"

You paused in your dramatic rant when he held up a screen and showed a message from "Spider-Force Miguel" stating that he knew Pierre was doing Spider Society work but he 'conveniently' took you away and should have no problems for the rest of the night. You slowly blinked at the message at a lost for words. "...I'm sorry I got side tracked. I was taken by surprise and-," you paused as the man waved his hands before typing out a message saying he didn't mind and that he already got an earful from the other Miguel for working outside of his universe. He awkwardly gave you a fist bump before you surprised him with a hug.

"I owe you. I'm not telling you what happened, but I owe you." you laughed before starting to walk off. Pierre waved as you left. He certainly knew what went down, but he wouldn't hold it against you. Shoot, he even would- Pierre pulled away from his thoughts when his gizmo went off. He looked back at your disappearing figure before going off to be a hero.

...

By the time he pulled away from his collection of monitors, he was frustrated and hot under the collar. Where had you been? There were your normal superhero duties back in your home, but you typically made time to bring a snack or even throw a jab or tease in his direction. It had been silent.

Miguel had gotten Pierre's brief report about your mission and felt something stir on the inside. He was confident that things would go well, but there was a little glint in your eyes when you passed by earlier that left Miguel curious. That look was playful and baiting, but Miguel knew you two hadn't spent some time with each other in a while.

It wasn't the first time this has happened, but he felt himself aching for some fun. However, he had his ego and wanted to see if you'd come to him first. You always did. Miguel had enough sense to know he was an attractive man, and he enjoyed the times when people would throw themselves towards him.

So he stayed in his office doing paperwork for a few hours...which turned into a day...then a couple.

Miguel grumbled as he exited his lair and walked towards the main hall. Spiders gave him greetings and fun glances, but Miguel only returned with barely any enthusiasm.

His ears picked up the cheerful ring of your laugh as he made his way to the main hall. Spiders moved in all sorts of directions both in the air and on the ground. Some stood and chatted while others hustled off to their next assignment. Despite the crowd, Miguel quickly found you off to the side speaking to Jessica Drew with Lyla hovering from your watch.

Why didn't Lyla tell me where you were? But he easily heard her snarky reply with something like 'you didn't ask me.' It didn't matter though; he was finally seeing you. The conversation continued as he approach.

"Oh my gosh, you looked so good! That is really your color!" Jessica squealed as you three looked at the hologram. You flipped through a few of the shots from the gala mission and beamed at the girls' reactions.

You spoke animatedly with your other hand. "I know right! I don't normally go for dresses really, and I couldn't even tell you the last time I wore one for real. -,"

"I don't normally take you for a slacker. Where have you been?" Miguel huffed and crossed his arms as he peered down at you.

Both you and Jessica paused to look at the rather large intrusion to your conversation. You quirked up an eyebrow. "Uh, what are you talking about?"

"Your report from your assignment with Pierre."

"Pierre said he went over it with you already." For a split second, you were worried since you took pride in your work. You didn't have any reason to think why Pierre would miss something like that.

"He did."

"...so why do you need one from me? You usually only want one report per mission and a brief one at that." you went on as you leaned a hand on your hip. Miguel quickly followed the action before returning his gaze back to your eyes.

Jessica looked between the two of you and hummed to herself. "I'll catch up with you later, girlie. See you, Miguel." You both watched her walk off.

"Just say you miss me." You chuckled.

Miguel straightened up at that. "What!?"

"Come on," you grinned, "there's really no reason why you would want another report about that boring mission."

Miguel grunted and dodge the accusation. "Pierre only mentioned him returning at the end of the night. Where were you?"

You stiffened slightly but held your composure. "Did you really track me down just because of his word choice?"

"So you were somewhere else." You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything. "What was so important that you'd abandon a mission?"

Dilf dick. "I did not abandon the mission. Pierre knew where I was, and I happened upon a valuable resource that we can utilize in the future. There's a surprising amount of knowledge and tech in Pierre's universe. Shame he doesn't talk much."

Miguel huffed. "You're not answering the question."

You booped his nose and grinned. "And you haven't admitted to missing me, so who knows?" You turned on your heels before walking away.

Watching as your hips swayed, Miguel was tempted to web you back to him, but he had to stay calm. You both were in public, and he was already troubled by the slight flutter in his chest at you saying he missed you--which was maybe true...but still! The teasing dance between you two felt different this time around, and it made Miguel curious.

But even if you were telling the truth, he was still stubborn to a fault. He still felt baited by you and he wasn't sure why. He huffed to himself before heading to the cafeteria. Maybe some real food will help his mind.

...

You were nearly skipping as you caught up to Jessica in the practice room for your work out. She glanced at you before chuckling.

"What?"

"You two are so stubborn."

You scoffed as you started stretching your arms. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're both down bad and playing games." she went on as she set up the floor mats. You grumbled to yourself. "Hey, I'm not saying marry the guy and definitely have your fun girl. But maybe you'll be surprised one day."

That got you laughing. "I'll be surprised once I have Miguel serenading me with flowers in his arms." You twirled with an imaginary dance partner. "Until then, I'm gonna let him chase a little bit." you flashed your friend a wink.

"Mmhm, well let me know how that goes."

~~~

You yawned and stretched at your desk as the day continued to drag on. Universe-jumping and crime-fighting were certainly entertaining ways to pass the time, but you still had to return to your civilian duties.

You groaned as you played with an office toy. You were grateful that there were no world-ending events going on, but it seemed even the cops were able to keep crime at bay. It seemed as if things had settled into a balance with no occasional thrill. Hmm, I wonder what dilf Miguel is doing? Just then, your phone vibrated with a notification: 'Downtown museum claims developing exhibit went missing overnight!'

You hummed to yourself as you gleamed through the article. There weren't any syndicates you could think of that would be interested in that type of crime. It was typically arms or illegal drugs in the city. Another notification popped up with a message from Lyla: Unusual signals and space vibrations near your Earth; be on the lookout.

You grinned as you spun around in your chair. Seems like things are going to get interesting.

~~~

Aaaah~ why is life so full of stuff!?

I hope everyone is doing fine. So sorry for the delay. Life has just been lifeing and then is world ending or my brain? Who knows!

Anyway, I was just thinking while finishing this up if reader should have a superhero name. I obviously don't want to be too descriptive, but I think a name would help especially since there's multiple characters and Spiders in a room. What do you think?

I promise I won't disappear for MONTHS. I already have an idea for next chap so see you soon~

taglist: @sukunasH0e @jinnieminniemoon @turtlegreentia

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Nine

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You throw a punch towards Stefan, while trying to knock him to the ground. It's already the second week that you've gone out together to train. He has been a great help when it comes to helping you stay ready to face whatever comes your way. You haven't had visions since you almost died from the werewolf bite.

"Are you going easy on me or is it your age that's making you so slow, Stefan?" You say in an amused tone, mocking Stefan minutes before he tackles you to the ground.

"Who's the old man now?" Stefan asks, boasting, but then helping you up. You stand up, coming face to face with Stefan. His hot breath is so close to his face that you feel like you can smell fresh blood from his mouth.

"I let you do that so you wouldn't feel bad. I have to respect my elders." You speak seconds before giving Stefan a peck on the lips. He looks shocked at his audacity. You then kiss him again, this time with more desire. It doesn't take long for him to throw you against a tree and hold you against it.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Stefan says as he takes off your shirt fiercely. You like the way he treats you.

"So why did you kill me?" You say, feeling a horrible pain in your chest and seeing a stake right through your heart. You see blood everywhere and Stefan's hands are dirty with your blood.

You then wake up scared, from the most realistic nightmare you've ever had. You're actually lying in Stefan's bed. You remember that since the day you were hurt by Damon, Stefan took you into his room. Until you had this nightmare, you felt safe with Stefan. But it seems like that was a mistake on your part, because if this nightmare was like the visions you had, Stefan has something to do with your death. You get up, heading to Stefan's bathroom. You fill the bathtub to take a shower, after the nightmare you had, a relaxing bath will be helpful.

"Do you need company?" Damon says stopping in front of the bathroom door. You're already in the bathtub when he arrives.

"Yes, do you want to call your brother for me?" You speak using the most acidic tone to reach Damon's ridiculous ego.

"He's hunting right now. Some poor rabbit must be having his last few seconds alive while we're actually talking." Damon makes fun of Stefan. You roll your eyes at Damon and decide ignore Damon's presence. You take the soap and gently rub it over your body as if trying to tease Damon.

"Are you going to watch me or are you going to leave?" You ask touching yourself gently. Damon looks at you all analyzing you.

"When we were dating, you always took risks to try to save me from something. You almost died when trying to stop your hunter clan from getting me. When you died, I promised that I would do everything in my power to stop you from putting yourself at risk for me." Damon he vents approaching you. He is currently on his knees at the bathtub. His eyes are locked on you, as he walks closer, lightly touching your arm.

"Is this supposed to be an apology or do you just want to make small talk?" You ask, staring at Damon.

"It's supposed to be a warning. Hurting you is much better than losing you again. If you don't like what I'm capable of doing to keep you alive, you can stay away from me but I won't stop doing what I think is right." Damon responds with sincerity in his eyes, however, you find this apology very weak.

"If you expect me to fall into your arms after that ridiculous excuse to justify your cruelty, you definitely don't know me. Now, when you leave, close the door. It's very cold in here." You say dismissing Damon. No matter how much your heart wants him around, you can't forgive him easily. Maybe it's better this way.

"If the price I have to pay for your survival is your indifference, you can spend eternity hating me." Damon says, seconds before walking out the door impatiently.

[my-pjo-stuff]

Opinions on lukercy? *asks deviously*

I mean...idc? Like, Lukercy ain't really my cup of tea- but it's not like I hate it or something. I don't rly do PJO ships besides Thaluke- and even there I'm just as good with them being platonic. So Lukercy, like any PJO ship, is just sort of ...there, at least for me. But I genuinely love the shippers! Like even if I personally don't ship it the guys that do are some of the chillest, most respectful non-toxic fans in this fandom. Which...okay tbf the bar is in literal hell- but I do genuinely mean it! To share a little anecdote here- So when I first read the PJO books I had this series up on my main where I posted my thoughts and reactions to the chapters. This obviously attracted some older fans who talked with me and commented, all really nice and innocent stuff. Thing was, I was always very pro-Luke ever since TLT. I genuinely loved the guy- to the point where he unironically was the main draw to the books for me. In comparison, I didn't really care for Percy and CHB people, as I found them rather bland compared to the TA demigods all things considered.

Which- out of context that is nothing bad! Absolutely not- it turned into one though when someone at some point asked my thoughts on Percy/Percabeth. I replied to them with the things I said above, that I find them rather bland compared to Luke and that I don't rly care too much for them. And MAN when I tell you that reaction was WIIILLDDD. They went on like an 8 messages rant in the notify section of that post about how I "just don't get it" and "Am so unfair" and just "judge characters on the amount of trauma they have" 💀 Genuinly that is a forever PJO fandom core memory now. They even demanded me to talk about and dig into Percy like I did with Luke because they "knew that I could do it since I did it with Luke". That shit was crazy- they sounded like my teacher wanting me to write more in a poem analysis or sum T-T Fr the only reason I didn't block them then and there was bc previously they were pretty active with my posts and nice to me- had that user been a stranger they would have been blocked SO fast. After that they just interacted less and less with my stuff and I haven't spotted them in my notes since lmao. So yeah, that's my fun story of how a Percabeth Shipper/Percy fan basically demanded that I go and analyze their favs just bc I could do it, and they wanted me to. And, well- say what you want but that certainly never happened with any Lukercy shippers XD Some of my oldest PJO mutuals and friends are Lukercy shippers actually, genuinely great ppl! I think all the hate you guys get is just genuinely weird af like??? It's a fictional ship between two fictional characters, calm down man. Yes I can see how some ppl might be uncomfortable with it and would prefer to just block the tag and users who like it entirely- but it ain't that deep. Go outside. Hug your family. Get some hobbies. IDK just stop treating a fictional yaoi ship like the plague itself. At this point it just straight up borders on weird how worked up some ppl get XD I do read some fics and like some art, mostly bc, again, a good amount of nice mutuals of mine ship it and I'm just supporting their work. TL:DR : Not my cup of tea, but I love the guys who ship it and never had one single bad experience with them. As opposed to everyone else. Also ppl should stop hating on it so much and just move on if they don't like it.

[edible-star-soup]

“how can i feel so much love for everyone around me but its not romantic”

“How can I feel so much for people but every time I think it’s romantic I don’t actually like them and I’m just delusional”

“oh”

“Yours must suck so bad. I can’t even imagine loving and feeling things for people but it never being romantic. I do like people on the infatuation level sometimes but because I analyze them so in depth there’s always something that icks me out. I don’t think I’ve ever really loved someone tho. I’m a firm believer in if you loved them you wouldn’t fall out of love with them. You can move on, but you’ll always love them.”

“we are so different”

“why?”

“just our beliefs and experiences”

“oh”

“maybe you need to stop analyzing things that are only there for you, see what theyre showing, instead of what you think you see”

“No I analyze what they’re showing. Cause when you ignore your instincts that’s when you get hurt.”

“oh”

“i dont go like psycho crazy in depth like learn their every aspect to analyze them. Just like the orange peel theory”

“the what?”

“You ask them if they’ll peel an orange for you, If they say yes, even if with hesitation, it shows that they will put effort in. If they straight up say no or make excuses, it shows they don’t wanna put effort in because that’s your job. Anyways I don’t know how to explain my thinking but like I don’t analyze everything. Like ofc there’s people that are date material I just don’t like them. Cause everyone has mistakes so yknow. It’s not like every little mistake or imperfection matters but”

“ill never get you”

“ill never get me either. Maybe i should just mess around and have fun kissing everybody like you do”

“idk man i guess i just feel like maybe im falling behind, i feel so much for so many people and i want to love them like a lover would and make them feel happy like a lover would, and i feel bad knowing that everyone will always have someone that will make them happier than i do. no matter what i do about it, i cant love them like they want. and its worse because someone will put into words all they want in someone to love and ill be everything they list but i just, cant love them”

“oh”

“no because i feel romance i fall in love with everything around me all the time and i know what its like to want and to love and be loved but its just not a romance like how others perceive it. i have so much feeling for absolutely everything, but its just not what somebody wants to be with, because i cant love them like they want, but i do.”

“I don’t know how to explain how I feel, I like people and there are people that I would date if given a chance but I don’t like them. I don’t desire to be with anyone but I crave romance. I don’t like people very often but on occasion I do, But I don’t wanna do anything about it because I’d rather sit with my feelings than lose that one ray of hope”

“oh my god were different”

“yeah were different”

“i think everytime we talk personally we get more and more different, or just find more differences”

“Like there’s nobody I want romantically but I WANT a love life. And when I do want someone I can’t do anything about it cause the only time I feel human is when I like someone and I don’t like not feeling human. i just float around. like a damn jellyfish. But when I like someone I feel like I exist. So I can’t do anything about it because if and when they say they don’t like me back they’ll disappear and I’ll be inhuman again. i dont know how to explain it better than that. i just want to feel man. Like ofc I occasionally feel real. But most things just don’t feel real at all.”

“i promise theres more humanity in you than just your feelings for others, if that helps”

[mostremote]

@traveling-khajiit: How quickly do you realize that chapter needs a rewrite? Is it easy for you to make those decisions of what to throw out/change?

Well, I am an extremely messy writer. I almost never sit down to write a chapter beginning to end. I write scenes, moments, snatches of conversation, then develop them out. This means that I do sometimes end up writing several different versions of the same scene and have to combine or delete them. Not very efficient but that is just how my brain works. Final drafts are all about the vibe and rhythm and atmosphere and I cut what jars. Most of the stuff that gets cut that I like ends up somewhere else in the story.

There are some scenes that never made it in anywhere. Here's some extracts from those.

In "Bombs", there was originally a scene with them talking in the rose garden. But it just repeated the beats of what they discuss later, when he gives her the knife, so I didn't keep it.

There was a scene where Snow hosts a dinner party and the guy Katniss is chatting with thinks she's basically a sex worker and grabs her thigh, and Katniss stabs him with a fork. That was fun, but it didn't accomplish much that "Killings" didn't already accomplish, and it was hard to imagine anyone would be stupid enough at that point to grab the thigh of the president's wife.

The mayor of District 2 puts his hand on her thigh. Katniss has two thoughts. The first thought is: Only Snow touches me like that. The second thought is: The forks are the closest weapon. She doesn’t think about the rest. It’s pure instinct to reach out, grab a little fork, and drive it with all the force she possesses into the man’s large, spider-body hand. And then he’s screaming, and everybody is looking at them: first in alarm, then in confusion. ‘You bitch!’ shouts the man. ‘You fucking stabbed me! You crazy bitch!’ All eyes are now on Katniss. She regards them with the same coolness she has watched Snow employ a thousand times. ‘He put his hand on my thigh,’ she says; and then, in case this is not sufficient, she clarifies: ‘Only my husband is allowed to do that.’

There was a scene where they ate breakfast together and Katniss was in full dissociation mode. (I remember having my biggest anxiety attack writing that one.)

Pancakes again. Katniss turns them over with her fork, over and over. They’re always making her pancakes. Is it because they know her mother made them? Is it to try to make her feel better, remind her of home? Or hurt her? Make her miss what she can’t have? She cuts them into little pieces and makes towers. She builds the town hall of District 12 and the square, and she smiles as she makes the street with the bakery. She imagines Peeta, coming and going from the little pancake house. He would think it was funny to live in a pancake.

Sulla dress scene was funny:

She turns her back to Snow. ‘Unzip me?’ ‘What? No.’ The refusal comes too fast. There is that edge of discomfort in his voice that even at his most guarded he is unable to suppress. Katniss keeps smiling. She shrugs. ‘Okay.’ She opens the hovercraft door and sticks out her head. ‘Sulla?’ she calls. Snow sits and watches and does an admirable job concealing whatever he’s feeling as his head of security appears at the doorframe. ‘Ma’am?’ Katniss presents him with her back. ‘Sulla, would you unzip my dress?’ There is a moment of silence which must surely be the most uncomfortable of Sulla’s life as he tries to process this request and analyze the situation. Snow gives a sharp sigh. ‘Get out, Sulla.’ Obviously relieved, Sulla nods his curt goodbye and leaves rather more quickly than he entered. Katniss smiles. She waits expectantly as Snow comes to stand behind her. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck, she can smell him. She feels a shift in the fabric as Snow pinches it, finding the zip, trying not to touch any other part of her back. ‘You don’t like other men touching me, do you?’ ‘Not particularly.’ ‘Why?’ She hears the sing of the zip and feels the pressure of her dress freeing her, and then she feels Snow’s presence retract. She turns and sees him sit again, keeping away from her, as though air and distance will be sufficient to cure the terrible cancer brewing between them. ‘You’re my wife. It’s not seemly for other men to touch you.’ His voice is absolutely immaculate.

And I also cut a lot of sexual stuff, Katniss masturbating, Katniss harassing Snow, them having to make out for the cameras, Katniss dressing very provocatively, lots of stuff. I didn't want it to get gratuitous though so lots of that got cut.

[branwendaughterofllyr]

What's the deal with these BNFs like JoLa and such lmao? Sorry I wasn't chronically online during GOT so I had no idea this was a thing until recently LOL.

Oh man, nonny, you are really taking me back. BNFs or “Big Name Fans” are one of the worst aspects of ASOIAF/GOT fandom in my humble opinion. I think the fact that there has been such large gaps in between books, a lot of fans are really desperate for content and thus BNFs are created to fill that need for new ASOIAF content, their word only being surpassed by George. Most BNFs have one or two good takes/theories that got them big and then are uniformally idiots in everything else they say, but the fandom takes them as gospel because they’ve been around so long or were right about one really important thing. A lot of the biggest of the BNFs originated on the westeros.org forums and actually interacted occasionally with George back when he still did stuff like that, and now are considered authorities on the series. The most successful BNFs are probably Elio and Linda who now actually work with George and co-wrote AWOIAF with him (and they’ve had their own very stupid drama that I cannot be bothered to remember. @starkmaiden probably remembers it though. She’s my go to fandom drama lorist)

A lot of the worst but most widely accepted theories can be traced back to a BNF, and since the books have been so slow in coming, these theories ended up just becoming part of the fabric of the fandom. It also doesn’t help that most BNFs are absolute divas that hate it when they end up being wrong or having pushback. I remember rolling my eyes at BryndenBFish who had particularly influential (but often very dumb) theories who I believe left the fandom in a huff and deleted all his stuff. The worst BNF fans in my opinions are the ones who made super long videos or podcasts about the most inane details (I’m taking specifically about Lucifermeanslightbringer here since I ended up listing to like ten hours of the Bloodstone Compendium trying desperately to understand why he was so popular)

On tumblr during GoT, most of the BNFs here were part of the asoiafuniversity account, (including the lovely JoLa) which branded itself as neutral but was decidedly not lol, and had particular drama with people who asserted the Dark Dany theory, which ended up being true, lol. I think they even straight up banned contributions that supported “Mad Dany” at one point. Most BNFs tend to be pro-jonerys, pro-Tyrion, pro-Dany, intensely into Targaryen history (and weirdly a lot of them were really into Stannis before he bit it. The Stannis the Mannis faction was crazy but also kinda fun lol) I’ve always been pro-Bran, pro-Catelyn, and pro-Sansa, so I never really got too into the BNFs, but I did accept that Tyrion, Jon, and Dany were the three heads of the dragons before I read ADWD because everyone else seemed to think that was the case.

And that to me is the biggest problem with BNFs, that a lot of them still espose theories and takes that they came up with before AFFC/ADWD were published and they refuse to budge even though there’s clearly been a shift. (This was before the show ended, which changed a lot of the fandom landscape)

(I also think that a lot of them couldn’t analyze their way out of a paper bag, but that seems to just be me lol. The POV trap is very real for most of these people.)

I’ve also noticed that a lot of BNFs are also Wheel of Time fans, and sometimes use that series to theorize about the end of ASOIAF, which is uh, a strategy I guess. (I know George likes it and all but I think the series have very different vibes, and George has listed series he was drawing on and I don’t think WoT was on that list. Somebody somewhere compiled it, and I think LoTR and The Dragonbone Chair were on it.)

The greatest hits of the BNFs in my opinion are that Tyrion, Jon and Dany are the three heads of the dragon and are going to save the world, which was widely accepted as the ending to the series, by pretty much everyone who was anyone. Season 8 killed that stone dead though, big lol from me. Some people still believe it though for some reason. Some three heads of the dragon propenents also believed it in conjunction with the “Tyrion is secretly a Targaryen” theory which has like one piece of actual evidence, that Aerys had a thing for Joanna, and the weight of Tyrion is Tywin’s son thematic narrative against it.

My favorite offshoot of the three heads of the dragon theory is the curtain of light one, which is simply *chef’s kiss* Basically the curtain of light that Bran sees at the edge of the world is entirely literally and in no way a metaphor, and Bran will have nothing to do with it. Instead, Jon and Dany are going to fuck in the curtain of light to save the world while Tyrion awkwardly watches, and the baby they conceive will be the messiah. AMAZING stuff right there. And because this brilliant take was thought up by a BNF, it actually gained a fair amount of traction.

Other highlights include screeching about the “Main Five” in which they only grudgingly include Bran in order to exclude Sansa from having any relevance to the big endgame, that Catelyn is an absolute bitch responsible for all evils in the world, that Tywin is the biggest mastermind in Westeros, that f!Aegon is definitely fake with no room to debate, Val will be plot relevant to Jon somehow (as his future Queen for those who aren’t super into Jon and Dany endgame), Stannis will take WF, Jaime is going to be redeemed, and Azhor Ahai is some eleborate metaphor for the nature of the universe.

Say what you will, but BNFs really did fill some of the content void while we all wait for TWOW but a lot of them were absolutely batshit and their insane takes were taken extremely seriously by most of the fandom. Some of them even did rounds at conventions I believe. There are some BNFs still around and kicking but a lot of them left permanently after the show ended, which fair enough. The meltdowns during s8 were spectacular and many. Almost makes up for how shitty the show’s writing was lol.

My pet BNF was JoLa, and I even had some civil interactions with her about non Jonsa metas, related to her one good contribution to the fandom, the Dead Ladies Club. She had some of the wildest takes about Dany despite her constantly claiming she wasn’t that invested in non-Lannister theories and ships.

The BNFs were a fascinating phenomenon that you really had to experience in real time to get the full breadth of insanity. The most crazy takes being taken as basically canon really made me feel like I was losing it, or straight up reading different books.

[disasterofastory]

The past (Stucky x Reader)

The past Santa Claus!Steve Rogers x elf!Bucky x Reader Day 15 - Tale // December 2022 Warnings: mention of toxic family and death

Summary: Steve comes to an agreement with you.

The village is really something you only ever saw in movies where not a single adult believes in Santa even though the kids always get their gifts, and in the end, they have to save Christmas.

Wooden buildings surround the square. The Christmas tree in the middle is tall and lush with white and red decorations. There is a star at the top. It glints in the sunlight. The place seems so small, and still, you can see everything people may need. A busy coffee shop with a bakery next to it. Clothes shops and a toy store. A hair salon. A post office. And everything is covered in snow. It weighs down the branches of the trees, spreads across the roofs, and gathers at the side of the roads in piles.

"What do you think?" Steve's voice disturbs your peace and drops a blanket over your shoulders. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Too much snow," you grunt stubbornly, but the man doesn't seem bothered by your behavior. An amused smile appears on his bearded face. "Well… The North Pole is known for the snow," he comments. Both of you stand on the balcony of the bedroom. Your mug is cold and forgotten on the railing. "What do you want?" You ask him instead. "Talk," he replies. "I think we should talk." "About me going home?" "Y/N…" "Then I don't want to talk," you cut in with a turn to go back to the room. Steve stays on the balcony for a few seconds before following you inside. You sit on the edge of the bed, pretending to be busy with a book, so you don't have to look at him when he starts to talk. "We know each other, you know?" He asks, and when you react with nothing, he continues. "We went to school together." A frown appears between your brows, but your eyes are still on the book. "You saved me a few times," he adds, and your head snaps up to look at him better. He smiles again. "The beard," he says, smoothing down the hair on his face. "It makes me look older." "No," you shake your head. "There is no way…" "That I am that scrawny, short boy who got bullied all the time?" He asks. "I didn't go to school often, though. I was always sick." "No," you say again, still not believing your eyes. "No." Steve smirks. "It's hard to believe, yeah?" "You are lying," you accuse him. The book you held a few seconds ago is dropped onto the blanket next to you. "Then how do I know you punched Rumlow in the face when he kicked my lunchbox? Or when you poured orange juice on his minions?" "You are Santa," you explain. "Oh, so now you believe in me being Santa?" "That's not the point. My teachers threaten me Santa won't give me anything if I don't apologize." "Well… that Santa wasn't me. And you didn't apologize. You even kicked him with a ball next week when he made fun of me on the playground." Your eyes are still on the man as you stand up and look at him better. There is nothing that reminds you of that little boy. Steve in front of you is tall and broad with thick cords of muscles. "The years did some good to me," he states. He likes your eyes on him. You stare without shame, analyzing every part of him. "Okay," you agree. "Let's say I believe you. How… how did you end up here?" "I was chosen," he says. "Similar to you, I woke up here." "And you became Santa Claus," you add, feeling you going more and more crazy with every second. "I had to learn the tricks, but yeah." "And your family was fine with it." "I didn't have one. My mother died when I went to college." You remember his mother. A fragile woman with a bright smile and big, blue eyes. Her blond hair was always tied up in a bun. "I'm sorry." Steve nods but doesn't want to talk about it more. "I was alone. Like you." "I'm not…" "Are you really trying to lie to Santa?" "I have a family." "And you have no contact with them." Of course you don't. They are mean and toxic, and leaving them behind was the best decision you ever made. "So you stayed here," you decide to turn back to your original conversation. "On your own free will." He smiles again. "I needed time to adjust to everything. But it's not bad, you know?" Yeah. You get the hint. "And Bucky?" You ask. "Was he kidnapped too?" "No," the man replies. "He was born here." "And you two become a couple." "Well, that's the short story, yes." "And you decided you kidnap me too." "I wouldn't have done that if you were happy," he says. "We watched you for months. Can you tell me honestly that you can't see yourself with us? Here? Happy and content?" "You kidnapped me while I was asleep!" "Give us one year," he says. "One year. When next Christmas comes, and you still want to go home, we will let you." "One year?" You scoff. "It's too much." "One year is nothing here," he argues. "And I will give you anything you want. A house. Your dream job. Anything." "You can do that?" "I am Santa Claus." "That's a yes, I guess."

"Are you two done?" Bucky shouts from the other side of the thick wooden door of the bedroom. "Can I show Y/N the village?"