#I just want to be clear that I don't want it to happen since I know that this sort of thing can led to that

[somuchanxietysolittletime]

Yesterday, I was nobody. I went hungry every other week, saving money for the light bill. I complained about the price of eggs, but bought them anyway. I had big opinions about the government, but never voiced them in any meaningful way. I was a star, in that I was surrounded by trillions of brighter lights in the night sky and destined to be extinguished without anyone noticing.

Today, I was woken up by tires screeching to a halt outside. A line of black vehicles tore through whatever counted as my yard, encircling the tiny trailer I called home.

"Honey, stay calm." My husband said, sitting on the edge of our bed and staring out at the chaos. Calm. The quiet of the morning was ruined by the beat of blades above.

Helicopters?

I opened my mouth to say something, anything.

"This is a good day for you. The CIA didn't make it first." My husband was saying.

My mind reeled. "The CIA?" I repeated as he pushed me to the laundry.

"You'll want to get dressed. Here's your favorite shirt, I already pressed it for you."

When did he learn to do that? We had an old iron, but it was never used. Not since we started working remotely. The computer screen didn't mind wrinkled shirts.

"Who's outside?" I asked as I pulled on a jade green shirt, tucking it into my favorite leggings.

"Don't freak out."

"I won't."

"You always do." He said in resignation. "Outside is General MacAvoy, he will take you to our acting president."

I freaked out.

"The president?" My voice cracked, my mind reeled. "This is a joke. You set up a joke. How did you set this up?"

He steadied me. I blinked away tears until he looked clear again.

"Listen, they are going to let me explain first, because you respond best when I do."

"Do I have amnesia? Retrograde?" I ask, trying to piece together the broken information I was given. My husband didn't look a day older. The same pile of laundry sat undisturbed on our dryer, as it did when I went to sleep last night. A scratch marked by wrist, from where I picked too hard at a scab just days before.

No, not amnesia.

"You already know it's not." My husband confirmed. "The world has been locked, repeating the same 24 hours for the last... God... Fifteen thousand years, now?"

I opened my mouth again, trying to even process that amount of time.

My husband rubbed his hands down my arms, smiling despite the grim news.

"I can't even imagine..." We say at the same time.

"You knew I'd..." He says with me again.

"Is this all you've known?" My voice is weak, his is strong.

"I know you." He continues, stroking a hand down my face. "Every facet of you now. Every secret. I spent hundreds of years hiding you from the rest of the world, to keep anyone from learning that you weren't looping."

"Why?" I ask, a chill running up a spine.

He looks at me patiently, and I knew. Being different was dangerous. "It started with people wanting to know you, because you didn't see everything coming. You were easily surprised, and it added fun to their lives. Then they looked down on you, because we all grew while you stayed the same. Then you became the closest thing to a child we have. Even toddlers outstripped you."

A felt a prick in my pride, jutting my jaw out in something close to a pout.

He kisses me, soft and gentle. "It's fine. You just had less time." He stroked back my wild hair. "But then, things took a turn. Cruel thrill seekers would race to our home, because you're the only person who hasn't become numb to dying. To being killed. They loved your fear. And the CIA filled itself with so-called scientists who thought you could break the loop, if they could just study your every dissected cell closely enough."

His hands trembled. Slightly. Almost imperceptively. "You've died so many ways. Died screaming, every time. Sometimes, I just let it happen. I got so tired of protecting you, just to fail at it again and again. Rinse and repeat."

I swallowed hard, wanting to comfort him. How? How would I even begin? "I forgive you." My words feel distant.

He smiled, "You always do. And that makes it so much worse."

The door opens, and in walks a man. No, a boy. He barely reached my ribs, with strawberry blond curls and big green eyes. A child.

"I am not a child." The boy said, hands folded behind his back. "I am General MacAvoy. For the next twenty-three hours you are in my protection, as you have been for the last two years. Ma'am, we will keep you safe."

I swallow.

Yesterday, I was a nobody.

God, I wish I still was.

Apparently, you are living in a time loop. Also apparently, you are the only person on Earth who DOESN'T remember the previous iterations. This is the first time you've experienced today; the rest of humanity has been stuck reliving today for years now.

[acoazlove]

A New Place | part five

Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Summary: A couple of weeks after your conversation with Azriel, your mind won’t let you sleep. what happens when the person on your mind can’t sleep either

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst, Fluff ? maybe?

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Eyes flutter open, blinking a few times to reorient yourself. Adjusting to the dark room. You turn your head towards the windows, dark. Still nighttime.

With a heavy sigh, you heave yourself out of bed. Waking up hasn’t been such a task since you were human. Living in that cabin—if you can call it that. Waking up back then was simpler.

But since you left your sisters and the rest of their family, you can’t bring yourself to care if you don't get out of bed ever again.

Pulling the covers off of you, sliding out of bed. Your feet meet the chilled floor while making your way blindly into the bathroom. Turning on a dim faelight.

Everything about your apartment is old, and worn down and you used to think it gave it character, made it unique. But as you look at the light you can’t help but wish it was the old cabin. Life was easier back then, no fae, no wars, no monsters, no evil kings or cauldrons, but most of all, you had your sisters. Of course you were all on the verge of starving or freezing to death. You don’t miss that.

Despite the fighting, you were all closer. Now everyone’s gone their separate ways and have their own families and partners. You don't have any of that. That thought breaks you from your reverie, turning to the mirror hanging above the sink. The edges are slightly rusted and the frame is a bit scratched.

Locking eyes with your reflection, you cringe. Dark shadows under your eyes, hair messy and frizzy as if you hadn’t brushed it in days, shoulders tense with undercurrents of your strained emotions. You look exactly how you feel. Tired.

Ignore it. A small voice in the back of your mind. You turn the tap and splash water on your face. There’s no going back to sleep so might as well do something.

Turning back and entering your bedroom, heading straight for your wardrobe. Putting on the first thing you grab. Staring in the mirror for a moment too long, you grimace once again at your reflection. How long had you looked a mess? Your friends would tell you if you didn’t look okay. Right?

With a heavy sigh, you exited your room. Passing the kitchen—you���re not feeling well, you’ll eat later, you tell yourself—and go straight to the front door, grabbing your coat as you glance at the clock on the wall by the door. 4:00 am, no wonder everything’s so quiet.

Without another thought, you slip out the door. You can’t be in that apartment for another moment. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you decide to clear your mind and go for a walk. Because walking down dark streets at 4:00 am is totally normal.

You miss the small shadow slipping under the door, following you. A second one going in the opposite direction, away from you.

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Meandering down the streets of The City of Starlight, your thoughts wander despite trying to clear your head.

Wandering to a certain shadow-wielding Illyrian. Your conversation had been two weeks ago now. You wanted to talk to him again. or at least just see him.

You huff. Where had that thought come from? I mean he was kind enough to go for a walk with you and listen to you rant.

But he hadn’t exactly offered to be the company you’d seek out, but you’ve been lonely. You’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive your family just yet. You want to, but you won’t reach out first. They need to put in the effort for once.

Surprisingly—or unsurprisingly you should think—there are a few fae still wandering the streets. Maybe they were in your position too. Can’t sleep, and might just need to clear their mind, and get some night-chilled air

The Court of Dreams. It honestly doesn’t feel like it. You don’t feel like you’re dreaming. Nor had any of your own dreams had come true. It felt more like a nightmare.

Alone. All because your family forgot your birthday. You think bitterly. But then again, the more you think about it, you find more reasons that had been chipping away at your patience with them. It just happened to explode into a huge freakout on your birthday. The last straw.

They probably thought you were being overdramatic. You kick a small stone on the ground in front of you at that.

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Tossing and turning, wings shifting uncomfortably, azriel grunts as he clenches his eyes shut. Trying to get some sleep for once, only for it to be just out of reach.

It’s like his mind was in overdrive—every thought shifting to another even more unwanted one—making him restless, which in time made his shadows restless. The main issue was that they weren’t telling him what was wrong. he doesn’t like that.

Finally, as his body relaxed and he was so close to falling asleep a new shadow joins the mix. Immediately slithering across his bed until it reached his ear. The information he received had him shooting up from where he had been lying down, and every last ounce of tiredness drained from his body.

She’s going for a walk. He glanced out his window. With how high the moon was in the sky he gathered that it was around four in the morning-

Why are you going for a walk at this time?

With a huff, knowing he won’t be able to sleep at all now, he pulls the blankets off him at the same time as sending a few more shadows to follow you, to make sure you’re okay and not in any danger of course.

Azriel hasn’t been able to get the conversation he had with you either. Well, it was more him listening as you spoke your mind, plus him apologising a few times and getting some of his thoughts out there. Or maybe it was just you in general. He can’t quite figure it out.

Now that he was out of bed he realized he didn’t actually know what he was planning to do with the situation. You’re going for a walk at four in the morning. You won’t want company. Besides, he already sent a few shadows. That should be fine.

The rest of Azriel’s shadows whirl around him, still agitated. Wanting him to do something, but still not telling him what. A long-suffering sigh leaves him, as he turns to look at his leathers, which are hanging over the back of the chair at his desk—thrown there after a long day—then back to the window.

He’s been staying in the townhouse since his last encounter with you, to make it easier for you if you want to seek him out and don’t want to see the rest of the family. Which you haven't. Why would you?

He also has a better view of the streets of Velaris from here. Which is why he sees a figure walk down the street, heading towards the sidra. Though he can’t see their face, he doesn’t need confirmation to know who it is. The posture, the way your shoes scuff when you walk while in thought, the way your hair falls with your head down.

Nevertheless, a shadow snakes up his arm, to his ear. Sad. Confused. Angry. Guilty. Lonely. The last word repeats over and over.

Azriel’s features contort into a frown. Watching as you disappear from view, having turned a corner. And without a second thought, he put on a change of clothes—deciding that if you do see him, his leathers possibly might make you uncomfortable, might think that there’s some kind of danger—opening up the balcony doors, stepping out and launching into the starry night sky. Following the direction you went, keeping a decent distance.

As he catches sight of you once again, slows down, descending to the ground. Landing as silent as he could for a massive Illyrian male.

Azriel steps into the shadows, trying to stay out of view and give you space.

He stands there feeling slightly awkward suddenly. Never has he felt that way about watching his family. Confused and caught off guard he misses the way his grip on his shadows loosens, most of which scramble their way over to you.

Already reaching your feet before he finally realizes, much to his horror. Frantically trying to yank them back to his own body.

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Your train of thought is interrupted by small shadows softly brushing against your ankles before, slinking up your legs and entwining with your fingers. A soft smile curves your lips, as a scuff sounds from behind you.

“Hi Az.” your voice is soft. Looking over your shoulder, at the same time as he steps out from his hiding place. And even though it’s dark and void of any street lamp where you are, the stars and moon light his face enough for you to see the pink tinge to his cheeks. The sight brings you far more enjoyment than it should.

“Sorry.” he mutters lowly, watching the shadows almost reluctantly untangle itself from your fingers and body, returning to their master. “They have a mind of their own sometimes.”

Your smile widens ever so slightly, “It’s okay,” turning back to your beautiful view of the sidra, shimmering like the stars above. “I like them. They’re good company.”

Azriel blinks a few times, dumbfounded by your admission. You like them and think they’re good company. Not many think so. A lot of people perceive them differently. Not inherently scary, but wouldn’t consider them good company.

After a long moment he gathers himself. “Would you-” he stops himself mid-sentence, mouth snapping shut before the full question is out. But rather than running in the other direction like he assumed you would, you turned to face him, “Yes, I would like company Azriel.” That certainly caught him off guard.

You aren’t quite sure where the confidence came from. Cheeks tinting pink, gaze darting back to the sparkling sapphire river. You don’t even know if he was going to say that.

Right as you prepare yourself to leave, utterly mortified, his dark figure enters your peripheral.

Shoulders still stiff from the previous embarrassment you look out the corner of your eye. Thanking the mother when you see that his attention is elsewhere.

Your gaze casts downward, suddenly feeling awkward, you clear your throat, causing the Shadowsinger's attention to shift back to you.

Shifting between your feet, turning your head slightly to glance at him, “Uh…” Unsure.

You watch a shadow crawl around from his shoulder to his ear. a twitch between his brows at whatever information he had been given, before evening back out. Body turning fully toward you. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Your eyes widen marginally. “No!” you say all too quickly, rubbing a hand down your face. “No, I’m just not-” gaze meeting hazel, “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go for a walk?” Voice quieter than before, “Rather than just standing here.” Trailing off.

His wings twitch at his back, you barely catch the movement, before he gives a gentle nod. You give him a small smile before whirling around, and heading back through the streets of Velaris. Azriel and his shadows follow closely behind before coming up next to you.

The walk settles into silence. Not awkward like before. Comfortable. That’s something you’d noticed about Azriel from the moment you first met him in the human realms. He always let others talk and listened intently to every word. Contributing to the conversation only when needed.

Your thoughts drift to every interaction with him. He’d always been observant and encouraged conversations with you. Wanting you to feel comfortable. Similar to what happened with Elain a long while ago. Except he’s never had any romantic feelings for you. He was just being polite. Just as he is now.

You ignore the turn in your thoughts. Weird. And your destination is only a few steps away. The bridge above the sidra. The place you come to when you really need some kind of white noise to clear your head.

You lean forward, over the bridge peering down at the broad sparkling river. Almost mirroring the beauty of the stars above. You feel Azriel settle next to you on the bridge. Twist your head to look at him. He’s looking up at the sky, shadows swirling contentedly around his shoulders and wings.

You take a moment to look at him. Really look at him. You always knew he was handsome, would have to be blind not to. But in the moonlight, he’s stunning. The way his dark hair falls over his forehead, shadows cast over his eyebrows, his other features highlighted. His hands resting on the bridge wall, the lighting illuminating the ridges and crevices of his scars.

Just in the corner of your vision, you see the sun starting to rise, pinks and oranges, painting the previous starlit skies. It was views like these that make you wonder what the other courts are like. The Night Court obviously has exceptionally beautiful night skies, the stars so clear you might think one could reach up and touch them.

But then there were The Dawn Court’s dawn skies. A customer at Benny’s Bar once told you that when the sun rose in dawn it was one of the most breathtaking views one could see, that you had to see it at least once in your immortal life.

The Day Court had some of the most incredible libraries filled with immense knowledge. Something you’d like to see and explore at least once too.

The seasonal courts had to be amazing as well, you hadn’t heard too much about them except Mor saying how much she loved The Winter Court because of her best friend and how beautiful the snow is, and briefly of Summer from when Varian is around with Amren. And Spring, well Feyre and Rhysand don’t like talking about The Spring Court, so you never asked. The same goes for The Autumn Court.

You feel a cool brush of Azriel’s shadows against your hand, pulling you from your longing, wrapping around your wrist almost as if to comfort. You let out a heavy sigh, your walk must have been longer than you anticipated. Originally just hoping to clear your head, and tire yourself out before going back to sleep.

You have work anyway. Early shift, which is fine, you get to finish early in turn.

Turning to the Shadowsinger, “I should head home. I have work earlier today.” You fiddle with your fingers, not wanting to to head back to your apartment just yet. Back to the tavern. You haven’t talked to your coworkers much since the inner circle dined at the tavern.

Azriel gives a small nod, watching your features for a few moments before speaking, “Would you like me to walk you home?”

without hesitation you give him a nod in answer. “yes please.” Your answer soft.

He gives you a gentle smile before turning with you to leave.

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Standing at the bottom of the stairs to your apartment you run a hand down your face. Azriel is quiet behind you. You huff, spinning on your heel to face him. Trying to find the words to what you want to ask him.

He’s patient as always, features kind. Allowing you to sort through your thoughts.

Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth, then close it again. Frustrated, you just blurt it out instead, “Would you like to do something once I finish work today?”

Azriel’s brows raise fractionally, and your face heats up. “of course only if you’re free, or even want to. If you don’t want to that’s okay-“ You pause your rambling when you see the subtle smirk curving his lips.

“What?” You cross your arms over your chest. He huffs out a laugh. “You didn’t even give me a chance to answer,” keen eyes, observant as ever, see you shifting from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable from the lack of an actual answer. “I would like that. I’ll come by and you can decide.” Voice more quiet than before.

You give him a curt nod, happy with the response, turning toward your stairs once more, stopping at the top step, looking over your shoulder to the Shadowsinger, “Thank you az.” At the tilt of his head you continue, “For just… showing up, I guess. I appreciate it.” Smile at him and slip through your door before he can reply.

Azriel stares at the closed door for a few long moments before heading back to the townhouse. His shadows far more calm now. Interesting.

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a/n: Hi guys, I’m so so sorry that I took so long to post this but I was in a really bad writing slump and had other stuff going on in my life. I’m better right now and am planning on writing more. I know this isn’t the longer part that I asked you about but I just wanted to get this out, and it would’ve taken longer to come out. i’ve already started the next part as well. next week I probably won’t update just because I’m going to Australia with my sister for a week but you never know. Anyway I edited this but there still might be some mistakes. I love you all and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoyed. <3

[strwberri-milk]

can i request the boys thinking mc is cheating bc she’s been acting off and hanging with other people, then they confront her but learn later that it’s something else that’s been going on (like her wanting to keep a problem hidden from them) angsty or fluffy ending it’s up to you im just craving angst 😓

Zayne doesn't want to directly confront you. He's terrified that somehow, he'll mess everything up and that right now, not knowing is better than confirming his fear. He'll just continue observing you for a bit, trying to figure out if there's something that can definitively point towards you actually having an affair. Your behaviour is strange but he won't feel too concerned until you start actively pulling affection away from him. That's when he's going to really start panicking. He doesn't know what he's done or said to make you take such a drastic step in your relationship and this is absolutely going to devastate him.

He'll talk to you one evening after you come home late. He tries to open it up by telling you that if it's something he's said or done to you then he's sorry and he promises he'll do whatever it takes to fix things between the two of you. It's you, and it's always been you. He can't even fathom being with anybody that isn't you. He'll ramble a little for once, not really able to accurately use his words as he tries to express how much he loves you.

You realise very quickly where he's going with all of this, immediately shutting him down as you tell him that you aren't seeing somebody else. He listens with bated breath to try and comprehend everything you're telling him, praying that you aren't lying to him because if you were, it'd definitely break him.

You'd probably have to ruin the surprise if you wanted him to feel fully secure after this conversation, especially since you also were hanging off of people when you normally don't seem to. He might feel a little insecure about your relationship for a while before settling into the routine again with you, but as long as you're wholly honest with him it'll pass fairly quickly.

Xavier wants to follow you around but he also knows it'd piss you off if he did. He'll just start paying more attention to events when the two of you are together and even more attention to things if it seems you're purposefully not inviting him to something. He's trying to understand why and what for, not wanting to directly accuse you but his jealousy definitely ramps up.

You'd have to talk to him as he slowly starts to escalate, becoming more pissy if you have plans with friends or when he responds poorly to you taking calls in his presence. He doesn't really say too much but he does make it very clear just how displeased he is with the look on his face or the way he practically grabs you whenever you're doing things with him.

He gets a little rougher with you overall - not in a painful way, in a distracted, irritated way. He doesn't want to hurt you on purpose and typically you don't really respond to this difference in pressure because it's nothing crazy but you can tell that he's starting to really internalise everything that's happening around him. When you do talk to him he listens with a furrow in his brow, trying to figure out if you're telling him the truth, or this is some elaborate lie for you to throw him off your scent.

He believes you pretty quickly but he is also going to be really skeevy about letting you do things without him for a bit. He just wants to spend time with you after all and after all this emotional turmoil you owe him a few stress-free dates.

Rafayel is not pleased. He makes it clear the second he thinks something is wrong by being colder and less affectionate with you. He isn't wholly above following you and figuring out who you're hanging out with, trying to figure out if there really is a chance that you are trying to have an affair.

You'd get some emotional whiplash from how differently he's acting, how he's making it clear that you've wronged him somehow but he isn't going to talk to you about it. He's avoidant, waiting for you to admit the truth. He's also patient, which means you could be iced out for weeks if you decide not to talk to him about what's happening.

He might spoil the surprise for himself if he goes fully into surveillance after which he'd just tell you that he figured out what you were hiding from him. You'd be a little disappointed but also more concerned as to how he managed to figure it out without tipping you off. He won't tell you at all about how he got the information - just that he did.

If he decides not to stalk you a little you'd have to ask him why he's so mad at you. He'd tell you that he's just treating you the same way you've been treating him, and that as far as he's concerned, this is deserved. You'd have to tell him the truth and why you've been hiding all this information from him - after which he will brighten up significantly. He'll say something about how he's never doubted you, yadda yadda yadda but he's definitely more clingy now than before from his nerves finally starting to settle.

Sylus doesn't want to monitor you either and decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. He's fairly secure in your relationship and knows that he hasn't done anything to make you want to cheat but he does feel himself faltering if you're becoming prone to laughing at your phone or trying to hide it from him. He won't ask for it but you can see that he's starting to get suspicious.

He would leave it alone until you reveal to him your surprise. By then he's still feeling fairly anxious but when you reveal that your behaviour was all just a result of you trying to plan something for him then he'll relax a little, thanking you for the effort you went through. You can tell that he's very glad that you've finally come clean when he holds your hand tightly, practically clinging to you as he thanks you.

He'll plan some more elaborate dates for you after the reveal, making it clear that he's missed your attention being solely on him. You don't really mind though since he's basically throwing money at you, spoiling you silly and reminding you just how much he's willing to do for you.

[hardly-an-escape]

part two of this, originally inspired by @newtkelly's amazing art 🌹💕

The call is, blessedly, a very simple kitchen fire situation involving an aspiring but inattentive teenage cook and the charred remains of some former tacos. They clear the house, verify that there's no lasting damage and that all the smoke detectors are still working properly, and double-check the wiring on the stove just to be sure nothing drastically malfunctioned. Bobby gives the teen a friendly but compelling lecture on gas stoves and kitchen safety, and the cavalry rolls out.

The rest of the 118, to their credit, makes it a solid five minutes into the drive studiously not looking at Buck before the tension finally breaks.

"So," Chimney says.

"Flowers," Hen says.

"Lots of flowers," Eddie says.

"And a romantic ass speech," Hen says.

"In front of God and the captain and everybody," Chim adds.

"Shut up," Buck says, feeling his cheeks heat up, probably as pink as one of the carnations in the massive bouquet Tommy had given him.

Bobby says nothing, but his eyes in the rearview mirror are knowing and kind.

Tommy appears on the balcony as soon as the doors open and watches the engine back into the bay. His eyes seek out Buck's as soon as he hops off the rig, and Buck feels his heart leap in his chest. He changes out of his uniform in record time, and Tommy is waiting outside the locker room when he's done. He hands over the bouquet and takes Buck's duffel bag without a word, slinging it over one shoulder and wrapping the other arm tight around Buck's waist, and they walk out of the station like that, in lockstep with one another, out to Buck's car under the orangey-red Los Angeles sunset.

Buck is unusually warm when he wakes up on Friday morning.

It takes him half a second to realize why – that the extra heat is coming from the long, firm body wrapped around him from behind; that his bad leg is comfortably resting on a hairy thigh rather than the extra pillow he usually shoves between his knees; that the breath tickling his ear and the thumb stroking idly through his chest hair are both Tommy's.

God, he's missed this. They've barely been out of arm's reach of one another since Tuesday night, aside from when they'd both been scheduled to work, and yet all the time together isn't even a drop in the bucket of how much he's missed Tommy – missed his kisses and his voice and his dry laugh and his eyes and his body. He wriggles back against that body now, so naked and warm, and is rewarded by Tommy's arm tightening around his chest and Tommy's gentle laugh huffing in his ear.

"Oh, you awake now, sleepyhead?" he asks.

"No," Buck lies. "I'm fast asleep. I swear. You can keep watching me like a creep."

"If you insist," Tommy chuckles, dropping soft kisses along Buck's neck. "It's a shame, though. If you were awake I had some ideas for how we could spend the morning."

He grinds against Buck's bare ass, gentle and purposeful, and sucks an earlobe into his mouth, and Buck sighs happily and rolls in Tommy's arms so they're chest to chest and dick to dick, and kisses the laughter out of his mouth.

Some time later, Tommy's head is on Buck's chest and they're catching their breath, sweaty, the sheets kicked down around their ankles.

"Can I ask you something kind of silly?" Buck says.

"Mm. Go for it."

"How'd you know that I would be at work Tuesday evening?"

Tommy snorts. "Sneaked a peek at the citywide duty roster while Melton was in the john. I figured it was my best bet, instead of maybe missing you because you weren't home. And besides…"

"Besides what?"

"I felt like it was important to have an audience."

"An audience?" Buck parrots, confused.

Tommy nods against his chest. "I don't know, maybe that's not the right word. I wanted it to be witnessed. And I wanted you to know that everyone saw me come after you the way you deserved. Is that crazy?"

"I think you watch too many rom coms," Buck says. "But. It was also one of the best things that's ever happened to me, so I'll give you a pass."

"Nailed it." Tommy rubs his five o'clock shadow against Buck's chest and kisses the red patch it leaves behind. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"How come you didn't call, or anything? Afterwards? It felt – I know why I didn't. And maybe I don't have the right to ask. But is there a reason you didn't?"

Buck sighs. "I told myself a long time ago that I wasn't going to chase after people who weren't going to chase after me. And even with what you said that night, it didn't feel like you were chasing me. But I don't know, I kind of regret it now," he says, running a hand reflectively through Tommy's hair. "I missed you so much. I should've told you. Maybe we could've gotten back here quicker."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way, Evan," Tommy says quietly.

"It's okay."

"It's really not. But I meant what I said the other day. I'm going to do anything I can to make it better."

"This helps," Buck says, pulling Tommy a fraction of an inch closer.

"Then I'll keep doing this," Tommy says. He slings a leg over Buck's hip and kisses the patch of beard burn again.

Downstairs, three dozen roses overflow from the bowl of Buck's stand mixer – the only thing in his kitchen that had been big enough to hold them all. A couple of them are starting to look a little wilted, but most are still going strong almost three days later. He'll have replace the water today, pull out the spent blooms, rearrange the remaining flowers.

And he has to be at the station in a couple hours, and Tommy's shift starts an hour after that. It's Valentine's Day, but neither of them had bothered to request it off, so they'll have to get up soon; shower and dress and eat something and reenter the world once again.

But that's soon. This is now, in all its naked honesty: warm skin, and warm sheets, and kisses, and kindnesses, and the slightest scent of roses floating up to meet the morning light.

[sgiandubh]

Shippers lose all credibility every time they send messages to places like Deuxmoi, with claims like CB is hiding her rings and hasn’t been seen with her husband for months—like, implying her divorce is imminent. It’s so obvious! It’s been ages since your friend SHwifey blogger announced with such excitement the news about a supposed Decree Nisi and nothing happened yet?🤥 let’s be real T&C are here to stay and a divorce ain’t happening.

Come on, we're not stupid, next time shippers are sending such nonsense to blind items sites at least try to cover it up a bit! And then they say the antis are the desperate ones...

By the way, how’s everything in Puffiland?"

Dear Deux Moi Anon,

Not my circus, not my monkeys, darling, and you know it. I don't know, nor care about what exactly happened, who dunnit and why. It still doesn't change anything to the fact McGill has been MIA for months now, and that yes, the very fact that you rushed in here to screech tells me it bothers you greatly.

Short, but firm reminder I shall not speak for any other blogger than myself, nor take responsibility for any content other than what I sign, seal and deliver on this page. However, you might want to brush up your expertise in British family law and see what the difference is between a decree nisi and a decree absolute. Even if the law changed in the meanwhile (2020 and enforced in 2022), the procedure I am about to describe and comment has not, assuming it started as stated, in 2020. Sidenote: the 2022 law does not change much to its essence, either. It just simplifies the grounds for divorce and leaves some unwanted uncertainty on the ways financial separation is dealt with by the applicants (formerly called 'petitioners').

Here, pumpkin, educate yourself. By the way, you should stop imagining that the entire world has the same rules and regulations on things: divorce is something that is dealt with very differently in the US, as compared to the UK, for example. But anyways, this is the most comprehensive and clear explanation I could immediately find online and it should be enough for you. Also, dutifully highlighted, just to piss you off, darling:

[Source: https://www.aticuslaw.co.uk/what-is-the-difference-between-a-decree-nisi-and-decree-absolute/]

In British legal practice, there is, in reality, no time limit for the decree nisi to remain on the court file, simply because, as the paper above strives to explain, the legislator is fully aware of the fact that it is not always quick, nor easy to deal with the consequences of a separation, such as a change of personal status or financial situation. The 12-months term is, in effect, deemed reasonable to get all the practicalities sorted out. But people are strange, like that: some may just linger complacently in a limbo, some take their time to go their separate ways, others are held by external pressure vectors that are entirely independent of their own will (*coughs*). However, there is no reason to deny the belated petitioners the right for a decree absolute and all it takes is a written Letter to Court, explaining the reasons of the delay. You just need to pay a good specialized solicitor and there are even templates galore to download and fill in, on the Internet. An example:

[Source: https://www.lexisnexis.co.uk/legal/precedents/letter-to-court-applying-for-decree-absolute-more-than-12-months-after-decree-nisi - you can imagine I won't be arsed to pay for the sake of someone like you asking. But you can also imagine the above letter primarily deals with exposing/justifying the reasons for the delay and any new events that may or may not have complicated the issue at stake, such as the birth of a child. ]

I trust this is straightforward enough, or do you need me to draw it to you?

So, there goes your completely false allegation that divorce was automatically implied as 'imminent'. Chop chop, to the scrapheap, with all the rest of you. Not my problem either, that (as always) you have no idea of what you are talking about. See, I am just analyzing some useful legislation, here. I don't read tea leaves, I am definitely not into that Lady of the Rings kremlinology club and I very rarely speculate on social media drama-drama. These being exactly the reasons why you guys seem to hate me with a passion. I don't, darling: I pity and despise you, in equal measure.

As for the current situation in Puffland, you can fuck right off and ask that woman yourself. I don't think she likes me and I can't say many nice things about her, either.

But funny how I, along with a couple of other shippers, seem to live rent free in your empty brains. Given the mentioned company, I feel honored.

[allastoredeer]

Okay so I completely agree with you on the whole nobody focuses on Charlie’s feelings in the equation. Cause I don’t really hear about it from the fandom I suppose but to be brutally honest? Seeing how dismissive Lucifer was the entire time was just hat made me dislike him as a person if that makes sense.

I still like him as a character but at the same time the way he seems to love Charlie so much but is still so dismissive and neglectful in a way that speaks more of his own pride and not wanting to admit his own mistakes, well it just makes me want to strangle the guy. Cause as you said it has messed Charlie up. Look at how she reacted when Vaggie first suggested it. That was not the reaction of someone who was happy to even hear about it.

She didn’t even want to hear about it! She tried to get Vaggie to stop several times before her girlfriend said it out loud. Not to mention just how much she outright pleaded with her Dad to try to get him to listen. Especially during the balcony scene where she makes it clear that despite the fact Alastor isn’t a family member, and not to mention is just here to see her fail, is more supportive than her own father.

I think that in that moment is why Alastor part in the song makes so much more sense as well. Cause he is here to be entertained by failure, at least in Charlie’s eyes, yet he still does the shit he is asked to do. Alastor is a manipulative and observant fucker, as you said he clocked what issues Charlie had within a week. He gained her trust, and I would say even her loyalty in some way since she sees him as a trusted advisor of sorts.

And yeah I hadn’t realized it before but you’re right about Lucifer going there being entirely selfish. I think it makes the whole situation all the more painful for Charlie honestly. Cause it is clear she cares so deeply about this, even with a shortened time for extermination she tries to get everyone shape for what she thinks would be right for heaven. I also find it kind of ironic in a way.

Lucifer was cast out for his own dreams that went wrong and I think it’s pretty clear that even before the garden that they were put down. Yet in trying to protect his daughter from the same fate, he is crushing her the same way they did to him. Charlie seems to be quite resilient to be able to handle that sort of thing, especially from her own parents.

Sorry for the rant I just have a lot of thoughts about everything that happens.

Don't apologize. I loved reading this! I actually don't really have anything to add cuz, yeah, I agree with everything you said XD

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Some very quick Eltingville valentines headcannons ^^!

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Bill Dickey:

He did NOT know it was valentines day

The type of guy to complain about how it was made up by company's to make money or some other joyless crap

If he did get you something, it would probably be simple and related to something you both like so he could borrow it lol

Gets kinda defensive and embarrassed if you try to pull anything lovey dovey on him but if you give him something important to him and something that shows you care about him and his interests, he will be very touched!

After that gift, he isn't very physically affectionate but he does just generally stand and sit much closer to you

Probably brags about whatever you get for him to his friends, rubbing the fact that he has a partner and they don't in their faces

I imagine he gives you some money for you to spend yourself since it was so last minute and didn't want to get you a bad valentines present so just figured this was easier

Pete Dinuzio:

He sets up a little movie night!

He doesn't fully get the appeal of valentines but he knows he's gotta put in some kind of effort

Lots and lots of chocolate and snacks for you two to share! If you can stomach the movie he chooses

He might let you choose the movie this time but only with the promise that he gets to next time

Definitely tried to pull some FREAKY shit...

Just thinks it's natural for couples to do that kind of thing on valentines and that you two should too

I don't know how but i get he still kinda stinks after a shower, i don't know how to describe it but i could never imagine him smelling anything but bad

You can decide if you want that stuff to happen but it will definitely start with a steamy make out session to an insanely gory scene in a disgusting horror movie

Josh Levy:

I can imagine him asking his mum on what clothes he should get you; something simple like a cardigan or a top or some pyjamas

Invites you over and asks his parents to leave (which they don't do) so he's kinda pissy when you get there

You both have some dinner together that his mum made and he probably gets forced to wear something slightly less slobbish. Nothing fancy, just maybe something that doesn't reek and has something other than a geeky reference on it

He still has that dune t-shirt underneath his jumper and immediately gets back into that after dinner

I can imagine Bill as Greedo318 trying to bother him on his night with you since he previously mentioned to the club that he'd be going on a date

It's your choice wether you want to try to talk him out of fighting back against Bill's very clear rage bait but either way, you'll have to calm him down after lolol ^^

He truly appreciates having you around and having someone to truly understand him away from the mocking the club gives him and he tells you that on that night <3

Jerry Stokes:

Also forgot lol ^^

Rushed to the shops on the day to get some flowers but there was only kinda shitty wilted ones so he had to make do

He didn't really clean himself up much but probably did a once over to check if he was looking particularly grimy and did a small wash if he was

He rings your doorbell and gives you the flowers when you answer, happy but also nervous since he almost forgot valentines with his first partner!

"Beedee beedee beedee! Happy Valentines, buck!"

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and comes in to hang out with you

You both do pretty mundane everyday things and it's just very comfortable ^^

You two might do some doodles of your dnd characters kissing or writing a little story about how they could meet lolol!

Probably pretty bad at kissing but he does kiss you so points for confidence!

You two are like always touching in some way through out the night; holding hands, kissing, hugging, sitting right next to each other so your legs are touching etc

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Sorry this was so short but happy valentines everyone!

[itsnesss]

𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | at the sekai taikai, you reunite with your ex, the sensei of iron dragons. the tension between you is undeniable. after the competition, in a private moment, the attraction you both kept hidden for so long explodes

warnings | smut, explicit content, masturbation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The air at the Sekai Taikai was thick with tension. The competition between the dojos was unstoppable, but for you, the real battle began long before the first kicks were thrown. The reunion with him was about to happen.

It had been months since you last saw him. After the breakup, there hadn’t been a call or a message. As if everything between you had been erased in one swift blow. Yet, despite the years, everything still lingered in your mind, like a wound that never healed. You knew that the Wolf's Path dojo, your dojo, and Iron Dragons would compete, but deep down, you weren't prepared for what you'd face when you came face to face with him.

You were in your zone, preparing your students, when you saw him. He was standing at the end of the room, watching his own group with attention. The moment was brief, but long enough for your eyes to meet his. That same damn arrogant gleam you hated so much, yet secretly made you shiver, was back. His gaze was a mix of challenge and something else, something only you could recognize: repressed desire. And somehow, that made you feel vulnerable.

You walked toward him without thinking, your steps echoing across the polished floor. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. It never had been. But at least now, both of you were the leaders of your respective dojos, and that gave you both some control over the situation.

"Looks like you’re still leading your students like a dictator," he said, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"And you’re still with that arrogant attitude, huh? Still using your students as pawns in a chess game?" you replied, your voice a little firmer than you expected.

The conversation was tense, but not only because of the words. The air between you was thick with history, with passions that had never truly extinguished. The fight in the ring was just an excuse for the battle that was raging inside each of you.

"So, how have you been, really?" he asked, his gaze softening, as if looking for a crack in the relationship you once shared.

You stopped for a moment. You couldn’t show weakness, not now. "I’m fine," you said, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You couldn’t let him notice. "And you, still playing your dirty games?

He chuckled, that low, dangerous laugh that had once captivated you. "I’ve never changed," he said, stepping a little closer to you. "And I don’t think I ever will."

You felt trapped, but not by his presence. It was the attraction you’d always felt for him. The spark that, although you tried to extinguish it, was still alive. You wanted to push him away, shove him far, but desire had everything under control.

"So, you think this is the place to settle old scores?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to maintain an air of indifference.

"Maybe not here. But I’m sure after all this... there are plenty of things we need to clear up."

The challenge was in the air. Neither one of you was willing to back down, but the eye contact was just as powerful as ever. The attraction was there, palpable, even if neither of you admitted it.

The tournament went on, and the heat of the competition grew with each round. When you finally found yourselves on the battlefield, the Wolf's Path dojo and Iron Dragons showed their best. The precise movements of your students met the controlled brutality of his. Sweat, punches, and adrenaline filled the air, but for you, there was something more important than just winning.

The match ended with Iron Dragons as the winner, but the real fight had only just begun. In the locker rooms, after the students had left, you found yourself alone with him.

"I think it was a tie," he said, slowly approaching.

"It was," you replied, trying to stay calm, though his closeness was starting to affect you. "Now what?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. "I miss you," he whispered, his words almost lost among the distant noise of the dojo.

It was an unexpected confession. The emotions you had buried deep inside you began to bubble to the surface. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward him. The tension that had been building all day exploded in that instant, and in one swift movement, your lips found his.

It was a fierce kiss, full of the frustration and desire both of you had been holding back for so long. It wasn’t gentle or soft. It was fiery, as if all the lost time between you was being consumed by the heat of the moment. You clung to him, letting your fingers trace his back, while he gently pushed you against the wall.

You felt lost in his touch, in his kiss. The contact between you two was electric, and you couldn’t fight it. Every inch of your body burned with the same desire you had felt from the first moment you met him. In that moment, everything else faded away. There were no rules, no rival dojos, only him and you.

"Do you know what I want?" he whispered, his voice deep and full of intent.

"I know," you replied, breathless, not wanting to stop what had just begun.

His breath was ragged, his fingers roamed your skin, searching for your soft skin. Your hand slid down, searching for his groin. You found it hard, ready for you, and your heart raced with anticipation.

"God" you murmured, as you approached him. "I'm sorry..."

"I don't need you to feel it," he said, caressing your cheek. "I need you to let me do it".

Her voice was serious, but her eyes sparkled with the same dangerous glint that had always attracted you. You bent down a little, allowing him to pull down your pants and underwear. In seconds, you found yourself sitting on one of the benches, with him between your legs, looking at you with the intensity that only he was capable of making you feel.

The anticipation had driven you to the limit. You needed him inside you. You felt it there, pressing against your wet lips. "Please," you said, barely able to speak.

"I want you to come closer".

He smiled. That damned smile that had always been able to make you forget everything else. "I won't do it," he said. "Not yet. Do you remember how we used to like it?"

His voice was a whisper in your ear, but you knew exactly what he wanted. You had longed for it for a long time, without admitting it. "Yes, I remember" you said. "But..."

"If I do this to you, if you like me like this, I promise I can be inside you for much longer," he said, as he began to kiss your neck. "And I can assure you that I will make you enjoy it a lot".

It was impossible to resist him. It never had been. You felt yourself falling into the abyss of his eyes, losing all ability to fight. You wanted the same thing as him.

You nodded, and he began to slide his index finger along the curve of your wet lips. That was all you needed to start moving towards him. His fingers found your clitoris and began to trace it with soft and precise movements.

"God..." you murmured. "That's incredible".

He laughed softly while kissing your neck, playing with your sensitive skin. "You could never forget me" he whispered. "Nor this..."

Your hips began to move up and down, towards him, seeking him out. His fingers had brought you very close to the peak, but you didn't want to end it that way. "I want you to be inside," you said.

"No," he murmured, increasing the pressure on your clitoris.

"Please...".

"Say that you need me," he said. "Say that I do what you like".

"Yes..." you replied. "Please, I need..."

"What do you need, huh?" he murmured. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to touch me like this," you said, starting to move your hips up and down.

"And what else?"

"I want to see you masturbate," you said, and your words seemed to surprise him. "I want to see your fingers on you while you make me enjoy".

That seemed to make him laugh a little. "I think this is new," he said.

"It's something I've always wanted" you replied. "I like seeing you like this".

"You are incredible" he said. "Sometimes I wonder how I could let you go..."

And before you could respond, he took your face in his hands and kissed you, deeply. His mouth slid over yours, his lips sucking yours. And in that moment, you felt yourself melt under his fingers.

"Go on..." you told him. "I want to see you like this".

He nodded and began to masturbate slowly, looking you in the eyes. His breathing was rapid, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Your hips kept moving up and down over his fingers, while his movements became faster. At one moment, he stopped and stood up. He approached you, and without you saying another word, he penetrated you fully.

You felt it there, hard and big inside you, while his eyes met yours. It was exactly as you remembered. You felt it filling you, taking control of every inch of you. And as you began to move beneath him, his breath became a whisper that enveloped your entire body.

"You make me lose control," he murmured.

"That's what I want" you said, panting. "I want to feel you like this...".

His fingers caressed you, playing with the curve of your breasts. That was enough for you to start reaching the peak.

He paused for a moment, looking at you. His eyes shone, but he didn't respond. Instead, he slid out a little, just to penetrate you once more. That was all you needed to reach the peak, with a muffled scream.

He took you, penetrating you again and again, until he also reached his climax. He emptied himself into you, spilling onto your soft lips. And there they were, both of them, with their bodies intertwined, as the slow breathing led us into calmness.

When they finally separated, both were breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes as if the reality of what had happened was still settling in.

"This doesn't change anything," you said, trying to regain your composure, even though you knew deep down that everything had changed.

"I know," he said, as he slowly let you go. "But I will never lose you again".

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience *Bonus Chapter*: ~degrees of seperation~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Oceans apart can be very far away, and Kyoya never expected how far it would actually feel ➼ what to expect:  "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me" ➼ warnings: n/a

A/n: when someone comments that the next chapter will be y/n and Kyoya being masterminds and I already had this chapter written T-T

You had to admit that the flutter that you felt in your chest when you heard the familiar jingle of the video call on your computer. The summer is going incredibly since you left Japan for an internship in Italy, you found yourself counting down the hours for Kyoya to call.

"Hello?" it is already dark for Kyoya when you answer, a symptom of the time difference. "Hi" you smile, still unpacking your bag as you had only just got in from work that day. "How did talking with that competator of your father go?"

Kyoya takes a sharp inhale at the mention of the meeting "As well as we could hope. I've sworn them to secracy even if they do not accept our offer" you nod "Good, I'm sure they will, they've been looking for a way to get back at the ootori group for years" Kyoya laughs through a hum "Very true"

"How was work?"

"Alright, in full honesty if they were paying me I probably could have fixed half their issues by now, but I also don't want to work for them long term so what would be the point?" Kyoya smirks "Sounds about right"

A comfortable silence overcomes the two of you as you both basque in your combined success. "Are you being well looked after?" you roll your eyes "Yes, you know that I am" Kyoya had insisted in you staying in one of his families properties while you were in Italy.

"Do you have enough money?" you laugh "I don't think money has ever been an issue" it is kyoya's turn to roll his eyes. "I am just making sure, the less you have to rely on your parents money the better”

You huff “yes Kyoya I am fine”

“Good.”

You shake your head at kyoyas expression “what’s got you so worried?”

“Your father called today.”

Oh.

You try to seem unbothered, looking away “oh really?” Kyoya hummed, leaning back in his seat “he’s wondering why you haven’t gone home”

You raise an eyebrow “and he called you?”

“He thinks I’ve kidnapped you” you laugh at the reply “in a way he’s not fully wrong” Kyoya scoffed “like you didn’t leap to stay at the villa instead of with your nonna”

“What did you say?”

“That you are extremely busy with work placements”

“Good”

Kyoya cleared his throat “he also mentioned something else”

“Hmm?”

“Now that we’re going into third year…he said that the l/n and ootori group are going to release a joint statement confirming our engagement by the end of the year”

“What?”

This was a strange move, even for your fathers of all people.

“I would have thought that they would have waited until we graduated to announce….why move it up?”

Kyoya hums in agreement “something must have prompted them”

You wrack your brain for any idea on what would trigger them to hasten the arrangement. “Well if my father is the one that is moving it up…possibly he is sensing that your father is getting cold feet?”

He raises an eyebrow “I mean possibly but I don’t know where he would get that idea, I must admit I haven’t really spoken to my father on the matter”

It is only now that is hits you exactly what you had just been told. “Wait Kyoya, if the engagement is announced what about the host club-“

“I’ll handle that, don’t worry”

You sigh, leaning back, shaking your head “I mean…I guess if it’s moved up then it’s still happening…that’s good right?”

“I suppose, it does mean that you won’t be with them for as long after we graduate” Kyoya sighed, taking out his notebook and scribbling something down that you can't see onscreen.

You keep forgetting somehow that this engagement is actually going to end in marriage despite that being the entire point. It makes you wonder actually what life being married to Kyoya would even look like.

You always used to picture it as being cold, that the two of you would just live in the same house and for the most part mind your own business. But that was before you actually started talking to each other now you have no idea.

"How are the host club?" Kyoya groans, leaning back in his seat "As infuriating as ever, they're even harder to handle without you here to keep them in check"

You laugh "It is still the summer I am sure that they haven't been that bad" you shake your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "Tamaki's delusions ae unfortunately not seasonal i'm afraid"

"I can imagine"

"That does remind me however, our said great leader has asked for your proposed events calendar for the next semester" You have to restrain yourself from laughing midsip at kyoya's newfound nickname.

"Ok, I'll have to get started on it then, I've been a bit busy planning corperate sabotage to work on it"

"It will work out, I am sure of it"

You pause. "There is...still one more thing that we still don't know"

"Hm?"

"What exactly my father is covering up for the ootori group"

Kyoya sighs "yeah, I've been trying to look into that, the problem is trying to investigate within the ootori group without exposing our plans"

you hum in agreement "true, it is just concerning that if the group is so desperate to cover something up that your father would arrange a marriage with the head of a media empire for his daughter then it is serious, the ootori group is in medical..."

"I dread to think aswell"

Things were just going to get messy this next year, you just knew it.

"When....are you returning to Japan?"

You're head shoots up at the question, surely he already knows, a detail like that does not slip under Kyoya's radar.

"I...my placement ends on the nineteenth, you know that"

"I know...I just...thought I have may have gotten my dates wrong"

"Why would you think that? your notes as meticulous I know that much"

"I know it's just, it feels like you've been gone for a long time so..."

You raise an eyebrow "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me"

"More like I need someone else to deal with tamaki and the twins" You roll your eyes "You love them don't be so mean"

"If you say so"

You roll your eyes "Okay well if they are that unbearable it will be one more week until I am returning to Japan, and then your torment will be over don't worry"

Kyoya lets out a small chuckle "Good"

"Goodnight Kyoya"

"Goodnight y/n"

The room all of a sudden feels all too quiet as the call ends. One more week.

Next time on patience 'Kyoya's reluctant day out!'

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[oneirophasia]

I like thinking about how The Murderbot Diaries could be adapted. I enjoy the conceit that much or all of the footage/animation is technically in first-person - but, true to character, Murderbot frequently prefers to hijack drones and other environmental cameras as an emotional distancing mechanism, allowing changes in POV to communicate its emotions without forcing Murderbot to explicitly comment on them. :D Visual media obviously want less narration than literature (sometimes to its detriment), but fortunately Murderbot has the excuse of lacking a Watson or anyone else it's willing to talk to, especially for half the first book, so there's plenty of justification for a minimal level of snarky cyber-noir commentary. The tonal contrast between its internal monologue and everything it actually says is important!

Treating the "camera" as an explicit extension of Murderbot's perspective also slightly simplifies the problem that a lot of the action and dialogue happens in a way that's tricky to convey passively in only two senses. For one, people talk to each other regularly not just vocally, but over the feed. How can that distinction be made clear to the audience without constantly having to say so? Audio is the most obvious choice; maybe the dialogue has processing effects that give it a subtle electronic tint. Earlier scenes could establish the convention by showing augmented humans continuing to talk by closing their mouths and using subvocal jaw movements, accompanied by the processing change, setting up that association to use without the visual cue later. It'd be important that the effect be distinctive without making the dialogue incomprehensible, since music and sound effects would also still be part of the mix. But "the feed" isn't just one feed, either - not everyone uses the same public channel, and sometimes that's plot-relevant. I remember in Rogue Protocol there was a moment where Murderbot has a brief conversation with someone - I think it was Abene? - which starts vocally, then moves to the feed, then to a private channel. The same people are speaking, or else you could use that to imply the change, but it's important to the audience that other people in the group who aren't currently speaking can only hear some of it. How do you communicate that efficiently? "Sounds digital" is one thing, "sounds digital but in two or more distinct and consistent ways" is another level and outside my limited AV knowledge. (If Murderbot is narrating when other people are around we might also need tone for "asides no one heard but the audience", but that isn't anything new at least.)

That's relatively trivial compared to the broader problem that Murderbot, specifically, is constantly talking to and hacking computer systems. That's at least half of its job and plot participation, but it's also a core part of its characterisation as an insubordinate non-human that makes it a compelling protagonist, so "just write it out of the script" would clearly betray the spirit of an adaptation. I don't know if you've thought about how much effort directors went to until someone (possibly on Sherlock) figured out how to just present text messages on-screen in a dynamic and legible way? This is worse. Viewers don't necessarily need as much information as readers get, but I just finished Exit Strategy and was paying attention to what I was actually imagining visually while Murderbot:

Remotely contacts a gunship using false authentication so it won't notify its human crew

Casually disables security devices and erases itself from recordings

Distinguishes systems by which organisation they belong to, how much access it has to them, and whether they have an active human operator

Sorts personal memories to edit into a highlights reel

Briefly redirects a secure call at a critical moment

Fakes a glitch in decorative holography

Exploits the perimeters of security systems that don't directly communicate with each other to evade pursuit

Monitors transit traffic to deduce enemy movement and change plans accordingly

Hijacks all the drones in a large room and blocks attempts to regain control

Reclassifies enemy combatants mid-engagement

Secures a pilot bot in the middle of being destroyed by killware

Creates bait to lure said killware into a subsystem that can be physically disconnected

Good thing I was imagining a broadly POV camera framing anyway, because none of this is happening physically, and Murderbot isn't experiencing it through human-analogous senses. The challenge is to communicate all of that without impeding the story it's meant to support, without the advantage of being able to control pacing through text. The usual trope for creating visual interest in the visually-unexciting activity of "using a computer" is to portray it as happening physically anyway in a metaphorical cyberspace, but I don't think that actually works in this case, because remember: a lot of this happens during climactic action scenes, and blocking fight choreography can be disorienting enough as it is without also constantly flickering into virtual reality just long enough to flip an imaginary switch. It makes more sense to me to represent it as more of an augmented reality overlay, which... the problem there isn't really that that sounds like creating an entire imaginary UI, which isn't different in principle from set design making sure all the buttons are labelled consistently on the spaceship console, the problem is that usually the audience isn't watching through the console. You'd need to treat the HUD elements as normal and use them at least often enough that when they become important the audience will be ready to follow along without exposition, but cluttering the screen can be distracting enough when you're playing an game and is probably even worse in a non-interactive medium.

[respectthepetty]

Seventeen episodes of Perfect 10 Liners and I've finally arrived at couple I'm most excited for because I think they share the same color! It's time to see if I'm actually getting Lapis Lads (two Blue Boys).

But first, this episode has to remind me that other couples exist, starting with Green Guy Gun and Black Brooder Yotha.

Their story just finished in the previous episode, but the show must let us know they are disgustingly in love in case we couldn't tell from the heart on Yotha, the dog and tiger plushies, or the fact that their apartment is bright as hell with Gun's green as the accent.

But that doesn't stop Gun from wearing his man's black.

They're so in love, they invented a new way to share cologne.

Gross.

Don't worry, Red Rascal Sam. I'm judging them too.

And don't worry, Red Rascal Arc, I'm judging your man as well!

First, I cannot overlook that Yellow Yal Arm is in orange simply because I like that his shirt says "God is in control." I will not be distracted by that all powerful being upstairs!

And neither will Arc because he basically asked Arm if he wanted to get married, and Arm was like, "um . . . you can marry someone else if you like them more." SIR! WTF?!

At least Arm's Blue Boy best friend Sand understands what is happening when his Orange Oddity boyfriend asks what his plans for the future are.

Because even if Sand isn't sure what his future holds, Pond made it clear that he wants to be part of it as a communicative Orange Oddity would. Take notes, Arm! If you wanna wear the color, you gotta communicate!

Like if you are a Blue Boy, you gotta be honest. It's in their (color) coding.

Which is why I will love Faifa the most. He is so honest that his face has subtitles.

And because he is so honest, people don't realize he is hiding some big emotions underneath all his happiness.

So it's time he met his match in another Blue Boy because only another Blue Boy can help him see the error of his ways by being a mirror reflection of his errors.

And it seems the universe agrees since Faifa ran into Wine's life and changed his fate (and his name).

But this is really a group effort. Arm made sure Yotha had the gifts for their newest member since we all know Yotha is too distracted in love to remember that other people exist.

And because Yotha is a Black Brooder and Wine is a dark Blue Boy, they could easily stand in silence, so Faifa and his special peacemaker skills were needed to be the middle ground between the two.

Because, once again, Faifa is the epitome of a Blue Boy.

But Wine is also a Blue Boy who is going to make Faifa see that always stepping in to help others only hurts himself.

Because Faifa wants to give everything to everyone else, even if it means he dies (allergic to milk, sir), but Wine wants nothing.

Faifa wants to give everyone all his love, yet Wine wants to be left alone.

Because in a world of colorful characters, it's the Blue Boys who ground people and ask the questions that need to be asked, like how possible Blue Boy Jay with his blue phone immediately questioned why Wine was hanging out with Faifa when his mentor was Yotha.

It's Blue Boy-to-Blue Boy communication, and only they can see through the bullshit of another Blue Boy, which is why they are great friends.

And it's why these two are going to be great friends.

But that's also why they will have the biggest problem because this is a love story.

So in the battle of Blue Boys, once they realize nothing between them is friendly, will they be honest about their emotions or sacrifice their love for some form of noble idiocy?

They're already in the danger zone and don't even realize it.

I love it here!

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Hay it 🌞

God, I really love chapter two even when it's so short. I'm eating it whit this hands 🤌

It gives me the idea that the part of Y/N dream we see is just what she remembers in the dream. Because it happens a lot in dreams to me, i remember some parts and forget others. This nightmare is probably a memory but what about if it's not exactly the same as in real life?

It also makes me think. When you see from someone POV you see how they sees the others. For example if X thinks Y/N are dumb than most things about them will seem dumb for this person. Their face, their styles? Their speech and the way they carry themselve. It can also make X undermine Y/N's achievements and see them as easy. Because when you believe something your mind looks for signs to support that claim. If you hate someone you see them uglier then they are and if you love someone then the opposite happens. (Make me think of how the Batfamily sees Y/N 👀)

There's also something I keep thinking about. I'm not a DC fan but from what I found out is that in the comic they show us more of how paranoid Bruce is and how much effort he puts into not letting the world know his family's secret. For an example there's more than one time where he made Dick put on the Batman suit and show up at the same time and place as Bruce. He also has people who watch social media for him to see about how people see him and his family (rich people have that). I don't know if the public knows Y/N as the unwanted child they are but if they do then Bruce or at least this people working for him do.

**I also want to ask how do you prefer people askes and stuff? Do you mind them being long and stuff and what are the things you don't feel comfortable with so I don't end up crossing your boundaries.**

Thank you for reading this and happy (late?) Valentine!!!

Ahhhhh 🌞anon how are you always reading my mind😭✋ I love the unreliable narrator trope and the different POV in this chapter was me setting it up! I love playing with POVs since as you said people have different views on reality and that alters their truth, seeing that in writing is my absolute favorite thing to see so im super happy that you asked this! And about the thing with Bruce you’re totally right he’s a very paranoid man and im sorry if it wasn't clear when i wrote it but the reader does go to galas and puts on a facade to protect the reputation of the wayne family so thats why they get super anxious about it, because that was their assigned job and they are determined to see it through because to them it defines their worth. I plan on going into detail on other povs of the batfam and others like even a teacher of the reader. Sorry if the chapters are short now but they will get longer as the story goes deeper and i have more to write about story wise! As always thank you for reading and commenting, I’ll probably post rules for my asks so it’s official but overall i don’t mind any asks as long as they’re respectful and not cruel. Also i love your long asks so please don’t worry! Happy (late) valentines day!

[amallory]

What's Next for you? That's up to you. Isn't it obvious I'm waiting?

Part 3 Final?

Within the next couple of minutes you felt the ship shift immediately from an impact and from what you could conclude it had to be shadow or sonic.

Tails: Y/n, y/n can you hear me?

Y/n/: Loud and clear tails are you okay?

Tails: I'm okay sonic seemed really mad a while ago so don't be surprised if you see heading for shadow. I was also able to disable that magnetic necklace around you I hope this helps.

Y/n: Thanks bud and trust me I think I felt sonic presence just now it happened so quick he must of took his chance and came for shadow without a second thought. Is knuckles okay as well-

Suddenly a wall has been punched down behind you as knuckles stands there witha proud look on his face.

Knuckles: As you can see I've remained unharmed.

Y/n: Aw my hero but that's good to see thanks for the escape route touch guy but you know I would be able to get out of here regardless.

Knuckles: That maybe so but, their is no need to wait around and risk you of getting harm just incase. Did the blue hedgehog twin hurt you?

Y/n: No I'm good we just had a misunderstanding. He does not understand his wrong doings and I know he's confused but I just know before the end of it perhaps sonic can knock some sence into him since they've seen to be at each other's throat. I can tell sonic is confused as well and perhaps hearing shadow perspective can get him led up on him some.

The red echidna just nodded as he then looked down with an apologetic look as you walked up to him and patted his head gently.

Y/n: Don't worry knuckles heros can't always be everywhere all the time and you being here is enough to show me you care. That goes for you too tails I know your still listening. I'm alive and trust me I've been through worst if anything this had just stalled me temporarily. Now come on im sure whatever plan you have needs to be attend to. I'll destroy whatever robots I can find because I know the doctor will unleash them if someone's in his way regardless then I'll head back to earth okay?

Knuckles: Understood me and the fox will take care of him and eggman as well stay vigilant.

You've always adored Knuckles warrior spirt he's able to use his strength wherever he felt was needed even if times he knew you didn't need another pair of hands in battle but, he couldn't help but want to protect you as well as the rest of his new found family even if you are hardly around. What throws him off is the fact that he has to remind himself that your not as fragile as human beings despite nearly resembling as one you would easily discard or flee battle out of annoyance or drowsiness.

He thought you we're scared to fight but he happened to come across an police officer shoot at you only to see you slap the bullets effortlessly and walk up to them only to bath their heads together and tie them them on top of a car and walk away. From that point on he knew you were no human if you were able to casually pull that off your just extremely passive unless provoked.

So he quickly rejoin the fox as quickly traveled through the floor finding robotnik drones in a room eagerly destroying them as you managed to get distracted catching a glimpse of the two hedgehogs going at it in space and on earth. You we're stuck in a daze as the sparks instigated from them both where beautiful but you know their was both pain and rage from them both if their going at it like this and suddenly you saw them hit a new form of their power well more so shadow. Suddenly his fur was shining white with a hinge of gold while sonic remained gold.

You could sense the power level from the two ans you were impressed and in awe. You then shake your head to snap out of the daze you were in as you we're now creating small blades to step on as you hopped from one to the other making your way towards earth away from the chaotic destruction around you. This caused the two to glance your way as you let out a small wave and continue onward. Sonic felt his anger leave him for a second as he was weirded out that you managed to be out here I'm space with a suite in the first place.

Sonic: Y/n? Y/N where's your space suite? HOW ARE YOU BREATHING? And what are you doing? Did SHADOW hurt you? I'm so sorry we took so long.

Y/n: No worries carry on with your quarrel. Remember to try not to destroy the earth while your at it the others are doing their best to save it as of now. And, although I was stuck in his presence for a while he didn't hurt me. I don't think he has it in him to do so yet unless he's provoked but then again he is also cautious of me as well it seems. As expected from the ultimate life form perhaps you are starting to learn the consequences of your actions you wouldn't be in this predicament.

He just slightly glared at you while mumbled something on the line that this is a learning process for him and he'll soon understand his wrong doings shortly enough.

Sonic: Thank goodness...

Shadow: You escaped when you could of been protected

Y/n: Protected from what the pain about to be caused from robotnik blast? Whether I'm down there or not it won't change the emotional pain and trauma an individual would experience you out of everyone should understand that. Again I understand your motive I really do and I'm thankful but as you can see I'm free and I will do as I please. Being out here in space to long is something I cannot prolong in for too long. My body feels weird I think...

(The last 2 sentences you whispered)

Sonic: YOU THINK? I knew it you need a space suite!

Y/n: I don't even know what that is but whatever until next time you two...maybe.

And so you did continue to hop on down back to earth. Shadow had to admit it look like you were playing around skipping but he could tell you balanced yourself well while but your body seemed to glow as you moved as well if he tilted his head a little he could catch a glimpse at it. Sonic however was still not fully convinced you were left unharmed.

Sonic: So you really didn't hurt her?

Shadow glared at the hedgehog offended and annoyed. He recalled back to you shocking yourself but he didn't really know if he was at fault or not so he didn't answer causing sonic to frown and attack him once more.

You wanted to to do more but you knew you didn't need to as everyone seemed to pitch in on their way to stop robotnik and shadow together. You knew it would all work out and besides if it didn't then you knew wrapping up every living organism on earth within your ribbions would be the next solution seeing as when you finally landed you focused all your energy on summoning ribbions to the point where they would immediately attach themselves to individuals nearby so in an instant within a snap of your finger everyone globally would be absorbed within your ribbions even if the earth was blown up as long as a part of you remained you couldn't die and besides your not from this world and a part of you was left back there so you knew you would just slowly rebuild yourself if your body was destroyed.

You were ready to absorb everyone as you looked up and see as the robotnik laser activated aimed for earth but it was quickly aimed away as you could see the laser hit the moon instead thankfully the planet you let out a sigh of relief ans looked up towards the sky hoping that everyone is fine. They did it, everyone is safe, you hoped sonic and shadow manage to solve their indifference.

You quickly traveled underground to where tom and Maddie were relieved they weren't too far injured but tom having his arm and part of his torso bandaged did leave you in question but you weren't going to pursue them. You knew they've been through enough ans seeing them alive is enough so what you did was create the pair a new set of clothing so hoping the two would be comfortable when they change. You even managed to carve around " thank you for your hard work" in the ground with your claws as you slowly disappeared off far away from the city.

You had change your attire once more and made and umbrella as you opened it to block out the hot sun but before you could step forward an gold ring lands directly in front of you spewing some dirt up in the air causing you to step back and sneeze at the sudden dust cloud. You then looked up to see nothing at all, all around you so, you just hummed at yourself in confusion.

Shadow: Your allergic to flowers but dirt too? I wonder what's next.

You looker towards the side in slight surprised to see him appear before you quietly. Too quietly for your liking as he slowly picked up the ring...no his ring. You didn't really realize he was wearing them before now.

Shadow: Inhibitor rings.

Y/n: Hmm?

Shadow: These are my inhibitor rings if that's what your wondering.

Y/n:...So you we're holding back then make senses.

He then stared at the ribbons on your body causing you to smile out of embarrassment and look towards the side because of his intense gaze. You even held the umbrella in a way to to block his view from your face and upper torso.

Y/n: Seems like you figured everything out up there. That's good. I'm glad you all managed to put a stop to this together. Does that make you guys friends now? Shouldn't you, you know regroup with them?

Shadow:...We are not friends nor am I going anywhere with that faker and his friends. We just had and misunderstanding that was all. I have no interest in joining them either.

Y/n: I'm sure they'll forgive you though.

Shadow: Maybe so but that's for them to decide...are you hurt?

Y/n: No-

Suddenly he reappeared in front of you glancing for any signs of pain or injuries.

Y/n: I said no I'm fine. Weren't you the one just fighting just now if anything you should get checked.

Shadow: I am the ultimate life form It was nothing I couldn't handle. (He always uses this lines in shows/games bruh💀)

He huffed at you and you snickered in return as you began to walk past him until you were at a lift ends.

Y/n: So, what's Next for you?

You looked around seeing a few GUN members below and you wanted to erase any evidence of your existence in their work and then return to sleep. You hear Shadow approach as he looked at you carefully analyzing the what specific GUN members you looked like you will target and then he looked back at you.

Shadow: That's up to you. Isn't it obvious I'm waiting?

Y/n:...What? Your a fool if you think my presence won't have consequences if you try to interfere or simply stay nearby me. I'm no saint but no hero either. This is your chance for freedom and a start of a new beginning out there don't do something you'll regret.

His ears flicker at your words as he continued to stare at you as he started to reach toward the sides where he ripped flowers out of the ground and suddenly throw it towards your face causing you to instantly sneeze and rid of the umbrella as you threw whatever petals and flowers remained on you away as you heard sounds of grunts and yells of GUN members below there where shadow seemed to be knocking out the specific members you stared at as you quickly clapsed your nose to control your breathing from the sudden pollen from the flowers he'd thrown your way.

Petty how petty can he be. Either he was offended by your words or simply wanted the luxury to taking the members out himself. Perhaps since it seems like his feelings towards GUN remains the same after what they did back then and you couldn't blame him but leaving you up top to deal with your sneezing frantic seemed to be his way of tell you off letting you know he had no interest of leaving you be.

Shadow would glance back at you and continue his doing because in his eyes this was his new prone choice of freedom and he greatly accepts whatever consequences comes his way remaining by your side. This was his way of twisting your words to his advantage he would show you these consequences for once is something that this choice is what he'll stand with. He'll in his eyes it felt like you left him behind too and after he lost her and throught you were lost too he couldn't feel any ease at all yet you were here giving him a chance and helped him question life and his being.

He wanted to pursue more of that and he wanted to know what other mysterious you'd unlock because afterall he question your existence as well he figured if you won't answer his questions he'll stick around long enough to see it himself. He did find it amusing how your quick to panic for the most dumbest things like flowers. He knew that was one of your weakness it's obvious theirs only so much your noise could take hence why he threw flowers at you to throw you off.

He knows he's started to look forward to the small interactions you both have even the negative ones recently. He could tell you took some interest in him as well especially his mindset he could tell you were persistent with caution everytime you talked to him because you didn't want him to receive the wrong message you were the type to understand but not to overbearing so the individual could have time to rethink everything through. He just didn't like the part where you let him hanging and that's why he's here once more.

What was that feeling he wants to explore what if he doesn't want to be grouped with the others and what if he can find you a reason to show him the different sides of earth that you told Maria about? What if he can protect you with his strength? Will you allow it? Even if you didn't he wouldn't care and he was willing to test these possibilities with you. This is his new start and yours as well. He's glad you don't stay with the fakers family this makes everything less stressful. You seem like the type prefer isolation but company depending on the individual so let's see where this new journey leads you both.

And within seconds he took the individuals out and looked back to your sharp gaze as you then shook your head in response. Yeah what an interesting journey you both will have ahead.

[marzipanilla]

once more the lines between what convos we're having where are blurring in my brain lol

There was that .5 seconds at the beginning of S2 where Mark DID agree to be on Cecil's leash, and is he just like foaming at the mouth wishing for those days back? Like you HAD a chance to have some control of that kid and you totally lost it by trying to heavy hand him with the memory of his dad. I guess 'go to college w your gf and take some time off' was the extent of Cecil trying to reign Mark in politely, and now he's just going full throttle on the fuck you too.

Plus, is the show going to acknowledge how scared Cecil is about Mark constantly breaking in to see him and the fact he CONSTANTLY TELEPORTS DIRECTLY INTO DEBBIE'S HOUSE and is actively spying on her like. sir. you too are a fucking uncontrollable menace. Maybe let's parallel that? How dare Mark do the things you constantly do to his family! Maybe think about what you WERE teaching him.

Mark and Even pulling an 'I'm on vacation' a la Nolan during their date about the portal that opens up next to them is WILD. Like oh ? Helping people is such a fucking chore is it? And like yeah, be annoyed it disrupts your life! But- if it annoys you so fucking much, WHY ARE YOU DOING IT? Tell me why you two WANT to be heroes goddamn it!

In the comic it was stated that they were going to use 'hologram' tech from the GDA to make Oliver not appear purple, but since the Graysons have a much more contentious relationship w Cecil in the show (don't get me wrong the Mark - Cecil ear bug breakup DOES happen they just were never so buddy buddy) it seems like they just didn't want to bring up the idea that Cecil was helping them I guess ?? I mean, Cecil is the one who does all the paperwork so Debbie can adopt Oliver in the comics as well. They are so far removed from each other in the comics its funny, like she full on calls him Mr Stedman and he calls her Ms Grayson like those two have NEVER interacted for more than five seconds in the comic while the show implies all this insane shit that we never see lol

Is Amazon producing or just distributing? I haven't looked too much into the studio behind the actual animation, though I know it is small. If this show is a big draw for them (and idk if it actually is) you'd think they'd be willing to spend some fucking money on it. I will never not be bitter over the rings of power budget. refuse to watch that show, never will- but all that money that could have gone to other projects- like damn. Where's the billion dollar animation budget timeline, universe. WHERE

It does seem to really be some control thing for Cecil, bc he has finally met people he can't control. And this is a guy who is used to the 'most powerful' superhero team on the planet doing whatever he says! Like sir, you can talk all you want about saving the world vs being good people (a very easily debatable topic already imo), but at the end of the day it seems like you're more annoyed people aren't coming when you call. Is the real reason you keep bringing Donald back bc you didn't decide to retire him yet ?? like ??

Invincible lives in this weird space in my brain where I'm like, are you trying to say 'haha isn't this all fucked up actually look at how BAD these outcomes would be' and 'actually these ARE the ideas and morals I think heroes could represent' and BOTH ideas just fall a little flat bc it's like.. I can argue either way, but not well- so it's not like you're making a compelling or full argument. And there could be an intended ambiguity in asking certain questions but not providing the answers to questions in a text, but it VERY MUCH feels like Invincible wants me to have a clear stance on things except it can't tell me what those stances are, bc they don't know.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[captain-astors]

The Crown Prince

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.